Presenting the third installment in the series. Enjoy and the 4th one will be coming soon.
“Dammit, who the hell is that” Gail said furiously standing upright in front of me, my prick head still buried inside of her tight asshole. “C’mon take it out, it’s probably someone from town” she said bending back down to pick up her robe as I started tugging on my still hard penis.

“Shit, I think it’s actually stuck” I said pulling back with a decent bit of force but it really felt like her anus was sucking my dick in more.

“What do you mean it’s stuck” she said jerking her hips forward trying desperately to dislodge my meat from her butt, but only succeeding in making me more aroused.

“That’s not helping” I grunted feeling the cum boiling in my balls.
We heard the knock again.

“Dammit, ok let me just answer the door. I’ll lean out and see they want and you just keep quiet and try not to move around too much” she said tying her robe and fixing her hair.

We walked as best we could to the door before she reached for the handle slowly pulling it open and leaning her head out.

“Hey sis!” I heard a loud female voice say. I was kind of surprised as I never thought of Gail having any family and she never talked about anyone to me besides her dead husband.

“Claire, Hi, what are you doing here?” Gail said not in the warmest of tones. As I was an orphan and without siblings (that I know of anyway) I didn’t know much about how family treated each other but Gail didn’t sound like she was too happy to see this so called Claire.

“I’m here to visit you duh. I know it’s been a while right. Can I come in, it’s kind of freezing out here” Claire said sort of cheerily. She had nice voice, like a trusting voice I suppose. She sounded sweet but a little pushy.

“Uh sure just give me five minutes I need to clean up a bit” Gail responded before slowly closing the door. “Of all the moments for her to show up here” she said to herself putting her hand to her forehead.

“Gail is that really your sister” I asked

“I’ll explain later, right now I need you to take your dick out of my ass and get dressed” she said causing me to laugh thinking of our situation. It was hilarious, erotic, and unnerving at the same time.

“Alright alright, don’t worry I got this” I said grabbing her waist moving her back to the table. “Try to relax yourself”.
I bent her over and went to work. I began pushing more of my cock into her before starting to pull back out slowly as not to her rip her open.

“Fuck that feels so good though sweetie” she moaned

“I don’t disagree but this really isn’t the right time” I grunted feeling her ass starting to let go of my prick. “Almost there” I moaned one last time before my cock was finally free and I watched her now gaping pink hole beginning to close.

“Wow I feel so empty” she chuckled. “At least I’m loose for next time” she turned kissing me before hurrying me to get dressed. “Now go to the cottage out back and start clearing the snow. Wait 10 minutes before you come back in through the front and you’re stepson from my second marriage I guess” she said frantically as she opened the trap door.

“You married twice?” I asked confused.

“No, but she’ll be wondering why I have you staying with me, just go with it” she said before practically throwing me through the floor and closing the door.

Thankfully that tunnel I carved through the snow a few hours earlier hadn’t collapsed and I was able to climb out easily.

I wandered through the woods behind her cabin for a minute before I finally found the cottage that she told me about. It was pretty close to the size of her cabin but it looked more like an actual house than a cabin in the woods and I wondered why she didn’t live in here.

Because of the direction the door faced there wasn’t much snow that had piled up against it so that made my job easier. With a little force the door opened and being the curious soul that I am I went inside. All of the furniture had been covered in plastic, so I assumed it hadn’t been used in a while. On the mantle of the fireplace there were several pictures. I saw Gail with a man in a few of them and I assumed that was her late husband. He looked like a very serious guy, like Clint Eastwood in Grand Torino. The pictures had to have been at least 10 years old or older so I knew Gail’s husband was several years older than her as he looked almost senile in these pictures.

There was another couple in some of them as well and I thought maybe the other woman was this Claire and possibly her husband.
I assumed 10 minutes had passed and started back toward the cabin making my way through the brush until I saw a black SUV next to my truck.

“That must be Claire’s” I said to myself approaching the door trying to figure what I would say. I wasn’t sure if I should call Gail mom or by her first name. I’d never met anyone with a stepmother so I didn’t know what protocol was. Also I wasn’t sure where my so called father was supposed to be and if he was dead how long ago did he die. Hopefully Gail’s got this all figured out because I definitely don’t.

I walked in nonchalantly as if I owned the place seeing the two women on the couch out of the corner of my eye but ignoring them until Gail acknowledged me.

“Hey Jack, I’d like you to meet my sister” Gail spoke prompting me to turn and face them.

I looked directly at Claire and seeing her confirmed that she was the other woman in the pictures. She was quite beautiful but differed from Gail immensely with long blonde hair and a very thin body type.

“Claire this is my stepson Jack from my last husband, I’ll have to explain later” Gail said to her sister.

“Hi I’m Claire” she said standing up and extending her hand.

“Hi I guess you’re my Aunt” I said causing her face to light up as she showed her perfectly white teeth.

“I guess so. Gail why didn’t you tell me had such a handsome devil of a nephew” she said looking over her shoulder and I noticed Gail just rolling her eyes.

“Well I’m sure if you’d ever bother to drop by at least once a year you might learn a few things Claire” Gail responded aggressively.

“I’d say that’s a two way street sis. After Barry died you just kind of cut yourself off from everyone” Clair said now facing Gail. I just stood there observing feeling a little awkward and out of place.

“I really don’t want to do this, so if there’s something you’d like from me just get to it already!” Gail shouted and really shocked me to hear her get angry.

“I’d like my big sister! I know I haven’t really been there for you in the past but I’m here now and I just want us to get back to the way things were. I’ll be staying at the motel in town for a few days if you want to talk” she said sullen turning to the door. She mouthed bye to me as she opened the door.

“Wait” Gail spoke up stopping her. “Of course I want to talk, you’re still my little sister and I love you. You can stay here and we’ll catch up” she smiled prompting Claire to smile back as she walked over to embrace her.

“So this is the whole family thing” I thought as the whole scene reminded me of a soap opera.

“I’m not putting anyone out am I” Claire asked letting go of Gail.

“No it’s fine, Jack sleeps in the cottage” Gail said nodding to me.

“Well I guess I’ll give you sisters some time to bond and stuff” I said before they laughed at my goofy comment. And once again I headed out to the cottage past the brush.

After removing the plastic and shaking out the dust on the bed the place was actually quite cozy. Unfortunately as I laid down to rest I began to feel the adverse effects of not cumming earlier and my balls felt really sore. I was too tired to even try jerking off though and fell asleep shortly after to lying down, my last thought was worrying how I’d get relief now that Gail’s sister would be around.

Hours later I opened my eyes to see Claire standing by the fireplace holding one of the frames. I couldn’t help but let my eyes scan over her shiny blonde hair and trim figure. She was wearing a form fitting gray cotton dress that stopped about 5 inches above her knees. I wondered why she would a dress like that in this cold but I had to admit she looked fantastic in it. Her legs were nice, long, and went up to a pert heart shaped ass.

I sat there watching her as I felt my shaft beginning to swell with blood extending down my thigh. She then began to turn toward me and I quickly closed my eyes pretending to still be asleep. I heard her footsteps coming closer to the bed and I started feel slightly nervous knowing she was probably now the one
observing my body. And with the way the blanket sat atop me she didn’t have much to imagine as it only covered the top of my thighs down.

I was sure she could see a little of my pubic hair and probably the top of my hardening shaft.

After not hearing anything for couple of minutes it shocked me a little when I suddenly felt her sit down on the bed. As she did this the blanket moved down my body slightly and I could feel more of my pole being exposed. I then felt her hand on my stomach as she slowly grazed her fingers across my abdomen and down to my pubic bone.

I could hardly believe she was this bold; molesting someone that she not only just met but also someone that she believed to be her sister’s stepson.

She continued moving her hand down until I felt two fingers lightly squeeze the bottom of my dick sending a jolt of electricity through me. Soon I felt her entire hand gripping it as she tried unsuccessfully to get her hand fully around it.

“Holy shit” I heard her curse in a slight whisper. I assumed she’d finally had it with the slow unveiling as I felt her lift the blanket off of my member completely before gasping it in her tiny hand.

“Jeez this has got to be the fattest penis I’ve ever seen” she exclaimed starting to slowly stroke her hand up toward the helmet.

I opened my eyes slowly to see her gaze fully captured by my cock. She moved her hand onto the wide mushroom now lifting it upright. She was licking her lips lustfully and hungrily as she stared at my straining purple prick head. “Oh god I really shouldn’t” she said seemingly debating with herself on what to do next.

“I guess just the tip wouldn’t hurt and by the looks of it I’d probably being doing him a favor” she said smiling wickedly and I thought to myself what a lame justification that was. However I wasn’t going to stop her.

I watched as she bent down opening her mouth slightly and I tried remaining as still as possible as her warm mouth engulfed the very tip of my prick. I could feel her tongue swiping back and forth over the slit and just as she began moving down more trying to fit the entire purple mushroom in her mouth her phone began vibrating loudly.

I quickly closed my eyes once again still feigning sleep as she frantically pulled off my cock letting it drop on the bed and covering it with the blanket. The phone stopped vibrating after about three rings as she answered.

“Hello” she answered still trying to be as quiet as possible but talking loud enough so the person on the line could hear her.

“Hey honey” I heard and assumed this may have been her husband calling.

“Yea everything’s fine, I was uh just eating a umm breakfast sausage” she said and I tried hard to keep from bursting into laughter.

“I know I miss you too”

“Well don’t work too hard”

“Ok I love you too. Bye” she said hanging up and letting out a sigh. I felt her hand rest on my chest and I wondered if she was really going to start groping me again.

Even though I wanted to cum I figured I might as well wake up now.

“Claire?” I said opening my eyes and stretching my arms out as if I was first awakening.

“Morning sweetie” she smiled at me as I lowered my hand to rest on her thigh testing her reaction.

“Morning, what are you doing in here?” I asked knowing full well what she had just been doing.

“Uhh I just came to get you for breakfast, I thought we should get to know each other” she said coming up with a pretty good lie.

“Sounds good to me Aunty Claire” I joked making her laugh as I sat up to face her.

“You’re so cute” she smiled staring into my eyes before leaning in and planting a firm kiss on my lips that lasted much longer than it probably should have.

“Well c’mon get up and get dressed” she said standing up.

I decided to keep testing her reaction and threw the blanket off of my lower half standing up to face her.

“Oh my god” she said in mock surprise her gaze directed at my veiny manhood.

“Oh sorry, I guess I should have warned you” I chuckled knowing well that she wanted to stand there ogling me.

“No that’s ok, this is your place and I’m married so it’s nothing I haven’t seen before although yours is much bigger than I’m used to” she said and I could tell she was getting hot just staring at me.

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment” I laughed walking into the bathroom. I would have loved to have relieved myself but I’m sure spending more than 5 minutes in there would look odd. After washing up I came out and went over to my clothes noticing she was standing right next to them.

She was looking at her phone but I could tell it wasn’t the focus of her attention.

“Is it...” she cleared her throat “Is it always like that, I mean it looks you know hard. I’m surprised you can walk with that thing”

“It can be a little uncomfortable but it goes down eventually” I said sliding on my underwear thinking she was probably dying to get her hands back on my package.

I got dressed with her never taking an eye off of me and we left the cottage. We took her car to some diner in town for breakfast and conversation.

“So where is your husband” I asked wanting to see her sweat a little.

“Right now he is in England on business but we live together in British Columbia”

“Do you have children?”

“No, not yet at least. I don’t know if we will or not but I guess I wouldn’t mind. So how long do you plan on staying here?”

That question caught me off guard. “I’m not sure; I don’t think I could just leave though. My dad tasked me with the job of taking care of Gail so I think I should stay for her” I said making up complete BS.

“That’s admirable but don’t you think 7 years is enough” she said confusing me.

“What do you mean?”

“Well your dad, Gail said he’s been gone for 7 years right. I think maybe he’d want you to move on by now, don’t you think?”

“Oh right, well I guess that’s open for interpretation”

“I’m trying to get Gail to come back with me actually. You’re welcome to come too. British Columbia is excellent place to make a new start”

“I’ll consider it and I think it’ll be good for Gail to leave, there’s nothing here for her here, but good luck telling her that” I chuckled.

We left about an hour later and I thought about how complicated things were becoming. If I move to Claire’s city with Gail does that induct me into the family?

“Where’ve you two been” Gail said to us as she tended to her generator on the side of the cabin.

“I was just getting to know my nephew” Claire said cheerily.

“So what’s the age difference of you two” I spoke up.

“Claire you’re 41 now right” Gail asked

“Unfortunately” Claire laughed as she walked into the cabin closing the door behind her.

“About time” I said ready to pounce on Gail. I closed the distance between us quickly grabbing her around the waist.

“Not out here, it’s freezing and Claire could come out here and see us” she exclaimed half-heartedly fighting my efforts.
Of course it was all in vain though, I was man in need of release and she was the nearest receptacle.

I picked her up easily carrying her around the back out of sight and immediately pushing her facing against the house.

“Dammit Jack, we can’t” she pleaded as I quickly snatched her jeans and panties down in one motion exposing her round ass to my view. I unsnapped my trousers pulling my hardening cock out.

“Don’t you da” I cut her off as I shoved my entire member into her pussy. “Fuck Jack ugh” she grunted trying to push me off.
I pinned her hands to the wall above her head as I started grinding my hips into her butt desperately trying to get off inside of her and relieve my heavy cum filled balls.

“Oh fuck that’s good sweetie, even if you are basically raping me” she moaned laughing a bit and pushing her ass back against me. I could feel her cunt clamping and unclamping on my shaft as she quietly whimpered. I assumed she was orgasming and I envied her that she got off so quickly. I wasn’t use to quickies and at the moment it was counting against me.

I could feel that I was getting close though as I humped into her my cock reaching deep into her cunt. And as if Claire’s hobby was ruining moments we heard the front door open.

“Fuck” I cursed quickly pulling out of Gail and forcing my hard cock back into my pants as best as I could. I walked around the other side so it wouldn’t look like Gail and I were coming from the same direction. I stood against the side waiting for my erection to subside as I saw Claire by her truck and Gail soon joined her.

I watched them a while just talking and laughing as my balls ached in my trousers. I would probably end up raping Claire if she pulled the same thing that she did this morning I thought.

Later that evening we all sat down to dinner. Claire told Gail her idea for her to move and to my surprise Gail agreed without much thought. They both seemed happy about their newly repaired relationship and honestly I felt happy also. Despite the fact that I was fucking my supposed mother and my supposed Aunt wanted to jump my bones I felt like I had a family for the first time in my life.

After dinner I said goodnight to the ladies and went to the cottage. I got in bed and began stroking myself to the thoughts of the two gorgeous women in this frozen wasteland.

I must’ve been very accustomed to the feeling of something tight and warm around my penis because my hand couldn’t get the job done and I thought I might implode from the amount of sperm that was building up inside of me. I was actually finding it difficult to even sleep and then an angel answered my woes.

I heard the door opening and in walked Aunty Claire. “Jack you awake” she whispered walking toward the bed.

“Is something wrong?” I asked sitting up taking notice of her in just pair of pink panties and a T shirt. “What the hell are you wearing, do you want to get hypothermia” I said allowing her into the bed and under the covers.

“I went out to my car to charge my phone and when I tried to get back in I couldn’t. I must have locked myself out and so I came here” she said huddling against her cold body against me.

“You didn’t think to knock on the door” I laughed.

“I know from experience that Gail sleeps like a rock”

“Why didn’t you honk the horn in your car then, I’m sure she would’ve heard you” I said doubting any effort to get back in the cabin if she was even locked out.

“I was freezing my ass off, I wasn’t thinking very clearly I guess” she laughed.

“Right, sorry. Well I guess you can have the bed tonight and I’ll get a few more blankets”

“No that’s ok, I’m not going to kick you out. I think sharing a bed for a night won’t kill us” she giggled a cute laugh that made her chest bounce and I could see her nipples poking against the t shirt.

“As long as you don’t tell your husband” I chuckled.

“Please like I want to make him worry, he stresses enough with his job and our marriage….well I don’t want to bore you” she sighed shaking her head.

“It’s ok if you need to vent Claire” I said sliding over from her and laying down.

“No it really isn’t anything. William’s just been a bit frustrated lately, but it’s nothing we won’t work out” she said as she laid down on her side propping her head up on her elbow. She looked so incredibly sexy in the firelight and I struggled to keep my animalistic urges at bay.

“Well let me know if he becomes a problem and I’ll take care of him” I said punching my hand making her laugh.

“Aren’t you sweet” she smiled moving close and kissing me again like this morning. “But I think you might end up killing him, you’re much bigger than he is” she said emphasizing the word much as I felt her hand on my stomach moving up to my chest. “And stronger” she said in almost a whisper looking into my eyes with such lust as she slid her leg onto mine before I felt her knee bumping into the head of my swollen prick.

“I thought you said it goes down eventually” she said licking her lips.

“It tends to thicken back up when it comes into contact with beautiful half naked woman”

“You’re never going to be able to sleep with it straining like that” she said pushing the blanket down my legs as she crawled down until she was hovering over my manhood.

She lifted my member up putting it flat against my stomach as she slowly bent down planting a wet kiss on the underside. I watched as she massaged my prick with her lips never taking them off the sensitive flesh as she moved up to the head. She sucked tentatively on the underside of my wide mushroom coaxing my cock to secrete its precum and she quickly slurped it down as if it were the last of a delicious ice cream sundae.

“Mmmm, I haven’t tasted a man’s semen in so long. It’s much better than I remember” she giggled and I knew she was definitely Gail’s sister now. They don’t look alike at all but they’re both closet freaks with an appetite for sperm.

“I take it no action from your husband then” I said watching her continuing to suck on the fat prick head while swirling her tongue around it.

“Not exactly” she only said not really giving me answer but I guess get it. I mean what woman wants to talk about her husband while she’s sucking on another guy’s penis.

“Sweetie you’ve got to give me something here because my jaw is getting sore” she said pulling off my cock after nearly 15 minutes had passed. Believe me
I wanted to cum but for some reason I just couldn’t.

“Sorry, I’ll probably cum if we have sex though”

“I can’t do that, my mouth is one thing but I’m ovulating this week, not mention you’d ruin me with this monster prick here”

“You’ll be more than fine trust me and I always pull out” I said spouting anything so she’d let me fuck her.

“I can’t jack, I’m sorry” she said now angering me. I wasn’t used to women turning down sex and I had no intention of tarnishing my record.

“It would’ve been much easier if you had just said yes” I said before climbing off the bed much to her confusion as she looked at me quizzically.

I leaned forward kissing her soft lips before I quickly pulled her to me and flipped her over, handling her light body like she was a rag doll.

“Jack what the hell!” she shouted but not fighting me at all as I put her on her stomach so her legs hung off the side. Her perfect heart shaped ass was presented to me like a beautiful portrait as my cock twitched just from me staring at it.

I snatched down her panties exposing her pussy to. She had lips like gorgeous pink flower petals that protruded from her thighs slightly.

“Jack stop, you can’t do this” she said putting on a good performance. I know I was obviously a lot stronger than she was but if she really didn’t want this to happen she would have done most anything to get away from me and she’d barely even tried to push off the bed.

My guess was that she wanted to have sex with me but just letting me would be cheating on her husband. So instead she’d lie to herself that I raped her.

I wedged my prick head in between the soft petals of her pussy as she let out a low moan. She tossed her head back feeling her cunt stretching to accommodate the large foreign penis entering her for the first time.

I grunted and groaned continuing to plunge my meat into her all the way until my hips met her butt.

“Ohhh fuck” I moaned reveling in the feeling of her tight hot pussy completely surrounding my cock. Claire the supposed rape victim only whimpered and moaned as she gripped the sheets and began grinding her ass back against me.

Within seconds it became overwhelming and I was easily pushed over the edge.

“Wait no, don’t cum in me. Pull out now!” Claire screamed feeling the head of my prick swell deep inside of her.

Unfortunately I didn’t have the will and could only groan as I exploded inside of my new receptacle. It was the greatest feeling I had ever experienced, finally orgasming after being interrupted twice. I was shooting what felt gallons of sperm that had been building since before Claire had arrived and now because of her bad timing she was receiving the biggest load of cum I’d ever produced.

“Dammit Jack” she moaned submitting knowing any more resistance now was completely useless.
I panted as my cock throbbed spewing the last of my essence before I pulled out plopping down beside her on the bed completely satisfied.

“I’d apologize but honestly I’m not sorry in the least” I said bluntly still high from my orgasm.

“Of course you’re not, you’re not the one who’s going to have to explain to William why his child looks nothing like him” she said crawling on the bed.

“Maybe it’ll look exactly you then you won’t have to explain anything; that is if there is even anything to explain. I mean you must not be very fertile if you don’t have any children by now”

“That’s because of him, not me. We’ve been trying hard for a while now so hard that we even cut out oral and last month a doctor told me that my husband has some condition that will absolutely not allow him to produce not nearly enough sperm necessary to do the job. The doctor only told me and I’ve been trying to find a way to break it to William. And you just dumped an insane amount of your cum practically right in my womb while I’m ovulating, I needn’t say any more” she sighed.

“Huh” I said thinking she had a good point. “Well it’s probably best you don’t relay the doctor’s message to him now” I chuckled trying to cheer her up a bit as she seemed to sulk. “Claire I’m really sorry, I honestly assumed you weren’t fertile at all, maybe when the time comes you should consider terminating. It’s not ideal but you have my support if that’s what you want”

She looked slightly surprised for some reason. “Oh my gosh no Jack, I don’t want you to think I wouldn’t want your baby, in fact I know that I would absolutely adore it. I’m actually very thankful for you. You’ve possibly given me the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten” she smiled cuddling into me.

“But what about timing” I asked.

“We had sex the day before I came here, so that won’t matter”

We laid down finally going to sleep after an eventful night and it dawned on me that I’d been firing my seed quite freely lately and I’d probably gotten both Gail and Claire pregnant.

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2016-12-22 00:30:04
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I chuckled. "You ever hear of a sixty-nine?"

Her frown disappeared, replaced by a little smile. "Oh . . . yeah, sure. I thought . . . I thought you meant something else."

Gabi didn't give me a chance to ask her to clarify as she got up on all fours and swung her lithe young body around me. I stared up at her heavenly ass, noting the obvious virginity of her sphincter. Her pubic hair was soft, and in the dim pale light streaming through my windows, I realized that her pubic hair – only barely trimmed but naturally sparse to begin with – was actually a light brown in color, rather than the jet-black tone of the hair on her head.

The girl had very pink labia, and as I said, her lips flared out like butterfly wings that overlapped her slightly puffy vulvae. Her clitoris was thick and round, about the size of a peanut. Gabi tensed as I touched her lips with my fingers, prying open her moist pink. Then she hissed with pleasure as I began licking up and down her slit. The natural, tangy flavor of her, the fresh smell of her young pussy mingled with soap, turned me on immensely. My dick hardened quickly in her grasp.

"Oh . . . ohhhh, god . . . that feels so good," she moaned. Her hand pumped up and down my dick. I felt strands of damp hair hanging down from her head, gracing my cock as she stroked it.

"Yes, it does," I agreed, kissing and licking and sucking her dewy lips. I couldn't remember tasting a pussy as fine and sweet as little Gabi's. I wanted to eat her all night.

She let out a little yelp as I slipped my tongue inside her tunnel, finding her spicy and hot. She seemed pretty tight for a prostitute. Maybe she was one of those with a 'no fuck' policy. A lot of girls were like that, wanting to minimize the risk of getting an STD.

Fine with me. I didn't mind not being inside her, especially with the way her soft lips were once again caressing the head of my dick, her tongue swirling around it. She kept masturbating me, whimpering with pleasure, her breath warm and moist on my cock. Her body vibrated, especially when my tongue finally found her clit. I lapped at it with firm passes of my tongue, making Gabi moan around my dick. The muffled sounds were erotic and encouraging.

I kept it up, sucking, licking, fingering her pussy. I eased one, then two fingers inside her, slowly sliding them in and out. She was, indeed, very tight, and I wondered about the unlikely possibility that she could be a virgin. A virgin streetwalker?

"Huhn! Huhn! Hhaahhhh . . . ."

Gabi bucked and writhed atop me as she climaxed. Her clit stiffened, then shrank, her tunnel tightened considerably around my fingers. I eased them out, then latched onto her trickling hole and sucking greedily. Her cum was uncommonly sweet. I licked deep inside her to get it all, and Gabi moaned in approval all the while, grinding her sopping snatch against my chin.

"Oh, Mary, Mother of God," she giggled, basking in her afterglow, cooing and sighing as I ran my hands up and down her muscular back. I kissed and licked her inner thighs, her flushed pussy. Gabi made no move to get off me.

"I'm glad you liked that," I said, gently licking her fur-lined vulvae.

"Oh, God, that was so good . . . so fucking good . . . mmmm . . . ." I let out a small gasp as her mouth descended upon me once again, sucking hard and yearningly. Her orgasm had refueled, inspired her, and she sucked me like an animal, all but desperate to make me cum.

I held out as long as I could, wanting to savor the sensation of her incomparable mouth gliding like a warm wet sheath along my cock. But when she eased my cock head into her throat, and bobbed up and down like that, my resolve vanished. I arched my back and cried out in ecstasy, ejaculating right down her throat. The rippling tightness of her esophagus was like a pussy as it drained my cock.

I panted into her pussy as I recovered. Gabi licked and tenderly sucked on my penis as it softened, making little girlish giggling noises and moans of satisfaction. Finally, she turned back around and curled up in my arms, her back to me. She took my hands, cupped one of them over her right breast, settled the other on her soft pubic mound. We both quickly fell asleep.

I have a strange internal clock that, for some reason, always gets me up at 6:58 in the morning. It doesn't matter how much I've had to drink, or what I've done the night before – such as, for instance, enjoying incredible oral sex with a teenaged prostitute – but I am always awake at two minutes before seven.

Gabi, I realized, was a hard sleeper. I tried to wake her, but she groaned and murmured in her sleep. I chuckled, let her be, then got up. I drank some milk from the fridge, popped a few vitamins. My usual breakfast. Then I headed into the bathroom, started the shower, brushed my teeth before getting in under the warm spray.

I didn't hear the door open, or the curtain being pulled back. I stiffened a little as I felt the cool air outside the shower. Then came a soft, feminine giggle.

I opened my eyes to see that Gabi had joined me. Jesus Christ, she looked even better in the morning than she had the night before. Without the shadows and darkness, I could see Gabi in all her glory; long, lean torso, very high-set breasts with dark pink nipples, practically no areolas. Her hair was a little longer than shoulder-length and naturally lustrous. For an Hispanic girl, she was very pale-skinned.

"Morning," she whispered, and gave me a little kiss as she grabbed the soap.

I smiled. "Good morning."

Gabi didn't say anything else. She had a cute little smile on her face, her lips curled just a little at the corners. Her eyes were so wide and round and dark, with a slight little slant to them. I wondered if she had some Asian heritage. The soft, almost straight pubic hair on her mound certainly suggested she did.

We soaped each other up, our hands leaving no body part untouched. Gabi sighed, leaning her back against my chest as I thoroughly washed her young genitals. My penis was hard as a rock by the time her hands had massaged soap into it.

We rinsed off, and I turned off the shower. Just as I was about to step out, however, Gabi eased down on her knees as if she had expected me to do so. I certainly did not stop the girl as she once more took my cock in her mouth and sucked hungrily. I held onto her damp head, loving the feel of it bobbing back and forth as she serviced me.

All too soon, I fed little Gabi her breakfast, which she gulped down with enthusiasm. She tenderly sucked every little drop out of me, then got up and gave me a little kiss.

Half an hour later, we left my little apartment. Gabi had a somewhat forlorn look on her face as I locked the door behind us. She looked up and down the street. I lived just a few blocks south of Central Avenue. There were students walking toward school, many of them giving us looks. Some, I was sure, recognized me as a member of the faculty. I wondered if they could tell what little Gabi was by her tiny shorts and snug-fitting sweatsuit top.

"Can I drop you off somewhere?" I asked.

"Um . . . no," she said, her eyes darting to mine for a moment before looking away. "I know my way around."

I nodded, took my hand out of my pocket. "Look, um . . . why don't you take this?"

Gabi looked down at the two twenties I offered her. She hesitated, then nodded, and took the money. "Thanks, Devon," she whispered, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. With no further hesitation, she started up the street. She didn't look back.

I thought about calling after her, to get her number, or at least suggest she come back. But that would have been awkward. Like every prostitute I had known, I figured I would never see Gabi again.

Beingan anthropologist, I naturally wondered about Gabi's life. What turned such a pretty young woman into a cheap prostitute? I did not get the impression she was a drug user. She had no track marks on her arms or thighs, and her behavior certainly did not suggest she had any of the usual cravings for crack or speed.

So why give head for money? Kids? Nah, that seemed unlikely. She had very narrow hips and no stretch marks, no scar from a C-section. So she had no mouths to feed other than her own.

My only conclusion was that Gabi came from a poor home, was probably a high-school dropout, and had no good job prospects other than working at one of the many fast-food joints in the area for six bucks an hour. Hmm . . . six dollars an hour versus forty dollars for a blow job . . . Gabi could do five guys in a night and make what she would in one week at Burger King. I didn't have to be a fiscal genius to understand why Gabi did what she did.

Being a Friday, I didn't have any of my classes to attend, just the two classes I taught. Looking out at my students as I lectured on social mores and patterns of behavior, I could almost see Gabi's face amongst them. Almost half my class was composed of Hispanics and Chicanos. Gabi would have fit right in . . . and at the same time, she would have been out of place.

I spent the afternoon doing some on-line research in the office I shared with four other graduate students. I was alone, the others -–years younger than I – having started their weekend early. I envied their youth.

Dr. Kandath, one of the tenured members of the department, came in to drop off a couple books I had requested from his collection. Kandath was Indian, with a noticeable accent and a very chauvinistic look on life. He held to Indian tradition, and his wife, wed to him by arrangement, was a docile creature who always wore the brightly-colored sarongs and bindis that were traditional to their people. Kandath had a hard time taking any of the female grad students seriously, but he liked me.

"Hey, Candy," I said to him, using the nickname that he allowed only a few to address him by. He gave me an expectant look.

"You, uh . . . you prepared a thesis on prostitution, didn't you?"

"Yes, I certainly did," he said in that lilting tone of his. "My second master's thesis, in fact. You have an interest in such things?"

I felt a little awkward. "Well . . . in a clinical way."

He suddenly grinned, showing uncommonly white teeth. They were a stark contrast to his dark skin. "The best way to study such phenomena is to experience it first-hand," he said.

I chuckled. "Where did you study?"

"Brooklyn," he said, sounding almost proud. "The whores there were very eager."

His casual bluntness did not surprise me, or shock me as it did many of the grads. I had gotten used to the way he spoke. No sugar-coating for Kandath.

I thought over my words, picking diplomatic ones. "What, um, what did you find as reasons for the girls doing what they did?"

Kandath shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the edge of my cubicle. "There were several," he said. "Drugs, desperation, a dominant male partner or pimp who forced them into it. Very few were whores because they enjoyed it. Why are you interested, Devon? Do you know a whore?"

I considered lying, but figured Kandath, of all people, would not think less of me for divulging the truth. "Yes," I said. "In fact, I do."

He smiled. "Is she eager?"

Strange question, I thought. "Actually, she was."

He winked. "Then keep her around," he said. "But do not try to get too close. You will scare her off."

I chuckled. "I doubt I'll see her again," I said.

"Oh? Why is that? Were you rough with her?"

I frowned, shaking my head. "Just . . . it's just a hunch."

Kandath mused quietly a moment. "In my country, whores are an accepted part of life. They do things a wife will not. I certainly would not want my wife performing oral sex on me. But such . . . delicious perversions are ingrained in the male. That is what whores are for. They are necessary."

I smiled wanly. Sometimes, Kandath's views bothered even me. "Well, I'm not sure if I agree with everything you just said, but thanks for your input."

Kandath grinned again. "My advice? Find your whore, take advantage of her. Enjoy her. If you do not, she will find another."

Kandath turned and left. I sat in my chair, thinking over Kandath's words.

He's wrong, I thought. Gabi isn't there for me to use her . . . not that she's ever coming back, of course . . . .

I didn't feel much like research after that, so I headed down to a popular diner across the street from the university, treated myself to a half-pound burger with cheese, grilled onions, and green chili. I went back for my car, drove to a music store and picked out a couple of CDs I had been wanting. It was a little after six when I got home.

I watched TV for a while, then had an inspiration for my thesis and got on the computer. Time flew, and before I knew it, the news was over and the Tonight Show was coming on. I sighed, leaning back in my desk chair, stretching. I cracked my neck, rolled my shoulders, switched off the monitor.

Enough work for one night, I thought. I retrieved a bottle of Southern Comfort from the cabinet under the kitchen sink, mixed it with some Diet Coke in a glass.

Knock, knock.

I looked toward the door, wondering who it could be. Ten-thirty, on a Friday night? Could it be her?

I set down my glass on the little coffee table, answered the door.

Gabi looked up at me, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She wore a frilly white half-top, one of those that just covered her breasts and left her shoulders bare, but included full sleeves that ended in bell-shaped cuffs. Denim cutoffs and the same dirty white sneakers completed her outfit.

My heart sank as I saw the bruise on her left cheek. "Gabi, what happened?"

She sniffled, rubbed her little red nose. "Can I stay with you again?" she asked, timid, afraid, desperate.

"Come on," I said, stepping back and opening the door for her. She picked up a well-worn denim bag and came inside. I closed the door, locked the deadbolt. I came around, gingerly touched her shoulders, looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

She stared back, her jaw working a little, her lips twitching. "Can I have a beer?"

I sighed, and suddenly remembered Kandath's words: don't get too close, or you will scare her off. "Sure," I said, and let go of her shoulders. I headed to the fridge, grabbed one of the last two beers I had. When I turned back around, Gabi had plunked herself down on my little loveseat. She took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up.

"Rough night, huh?" I said as I set the beer down on the coffee table before her.

She shot me an intense glare, then immediately softened. "Yeah," she confirmed, her voice barely a whisper.

I sat down next to her, slipped my arm around her shoulders. She stiffened at first, then slowly leaned against me, her tight, tense body starting to relax. For many moments, we just sat like that. I could feel her trembling, then her sighs. She curled her arms around me and hugged me close, crying softly. I did not say anything, I just let her pour out her emotions.

She finally pulled back, sniffling again. "After I left this morning, I . . . I got something to eat, just hung out for a while. I, uh . . . got picked up, and, um, well, you know . . . ."

"Yeah, I know," I said.

Gabi leaned out, picked up her beer, took a long, deep drink, swallowing several times. Cold amber liquid trickled down her chin to her neck. She gave me a sheepish look as she wiped her face. "God, you probably think I'm a lush or something."

I massaged her back, smiling. "I think you need a friend," I said.

She smiled sweetly, and her eyes smoldered a little. "What I need is a shower. Wanna join me?"

Oh, how quick a man's libido takes control! Just like that, and suddenly, all I wanted was to see her naked and feel that wonderful mouth again. Gabi gave me a knowing smile and stood before me. her crotch was level with my face. Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then pushed them down. Her pussy was inches from my face, fragrant with her natural aroma and the smell of sweat. Her pink clit was stiff and swollen, jutting through the soft brunette hair that surrounded it.

"Come on," she whispered, and pulled me to my feet. Like an automaton, I followed the sexy little teen into the bathroom. She gave me sexy little smiles as she disrobed me. Once I was naked, she bent over and kissed the head of my cock. I was half-erect, and quickly responded to her warm, soft lips.

In the shower, Gabi took up the soap and rubbed it all over my body, from my chest to my feet, building up a good lather. Then she pressed herself to me, stiff nipples stabbing into my abdomen, one of her legs lifted and wrapped around my hip. Her steamy, wet pussy rubbed against the top of my erection.

She kissed me deeply, hungrily, moaning softly into my mouth. Her body moved up and down, smearing the soap from my body into her skin. She used me like a human washcloth. Once her breasts and belly were dripping with suds, she turned around and rubbed her back against me. She lifted up, slipping my cock between her legs, and reached down to press it against her young cunt. The feeling was exquisite. With the soapy water making her inner thighs slick, I was able to move back and forth, like I was fucking her. But the angle did not allow my cock to penetrate her.

Gabi rolled her body, her sighs becoming louder and more passionate. She pushed the head of my dick against her clit, bucked back against me. She made sexy little high-pitched noises, her body shaking. She gripped my thighs, lay her head back against my shoulder. I cupped her firm tits, pinched and rolled her nipples. Gabi cried out as she came. I felt the flood of her juices on my prick.

She stayed like that for a while, and I held her close, feeling strangely more intimate with her than I thought I should have. After a minute, she eased forward, then turned around and dropped to a squat. She grabbed my cock and started jerking on it, squeezing it tightly. Her pink tongue stretched out, flicking the tip of my oozing dick, lapping up pre-cum.

I braced my hands against the shower wall as Gabi masturbated me furiously, occasionally taking the head of my cock in her mouth. She winced when she did that, and I assumed the bruise on her pretty face was causing discomfort whenever she opened her mouth too wide. I told myself that if I ever found the asshole who hit her, I would give him ten times as many bruises.

"Oh, Gabi . . . Gabi!" I moaned, feeling my orgasm build.

"Come on, baby, cum on me! Do it on me!" she said in a heated voice, stroking, pulling, jacking me. She parted her lips, brushing them against the head of my dick . . . .

I groaned with release, thick spurts of semen gushing out, splashing on her lips and chin, streaking across her cheeks. Gabi smiled, giggled as my cum jetted onto her face. A couple of shots streaked across her nose and forehead, into her hair. Gabi sighed, then rubbed my oozing cock all around her mouth, licking up traces of semen here and there.

Her eyes glowed up at me as she kissed my cock with sperm-glazed lips. "I like you, Devon," she whispered.

I petted her wet hair. "I like you, too," I said.

Gabi seemed pretty comfortable with her nudity, and as she sat naked on the love seat, drinking her beer and smoking, I thought how casually sexy she was. No makeup, hair wet and sticking to her back, beads of water dripping down over her pert breasts . . . not even the bruise on her face could mar her simple beauty.

I sat down beside her, half-turned on the couch to face her. I didn't bother with clothes, either. "What happened, Gabi?"

She looked away from the TV, her eyes studying mine. She drew off her cigarette, ground it out, then sat up straight. She cradled the beer in her lap, resting to cool metal can against her pussy.

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