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Blackmailing Bitch Sister

Summary: A nerdy brother blackmails his slutty bitch twin sister.

Note 1: This is a summer 2012 contest story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to KatieKay, MAB7991 and Bill for copy-editing and LaRascasse for his plot suggestions.

I have always hated my sister...always.

Even back when we were just five years old I hated her. We were both getting ready for the first day of kindergarten and she was already playing the diva persona that she would come to exemplify in the years that followed. I was wearing my favorite Mutant Ninja Turtle t-shirt and Brittany with a big smile on her face, threw the last half of her chocolate milk on me. I was shocked and started crying. To make matters worse, when Mom came in to see what had happened Brittany lied and said I spilt it on myself...and of course Mom believed her. It was this and a trillion other similar trivial but mean moments that was the life of me...the nerdy twin of the fabulous Brittany: cheerleader, prom queen and utter bitch.

While high school was the bane of my existence it was the peak for my sister...she would probably marry the football star, have babies and never leave this god-awful small town. For me, on the other hand, the road ahead was filled with promise and in six weeks I would be off to Princeton on full scholarship...away from my bitch sister who was not only the school diva but who could also do no wrong in the eyes of my doting parents, who had never lived anywhere other than here as well...high school sweethearts who married and lived happily ever after with their two kids, white picket fence, blah, blah, blah.... They could never understand what they called my 'fixation to nowhere'. They couldn't understand why anyone would want to leave the small utopia of Paradise Valley, a very deceiving name if ever there was one.

Regardless, I was just biding my time until I could leave and find real paradise, which I believed was anyplace but here, when opportunity fell on my lap.

My parents were gone to a wedding for the weekend and I was supposed to be going to a buddy's for the weekend (I may have been a nerd...but nerds stick together) when I happened to come home Saturday afternoon and caught my sister in the act. This wouldn't have been a big deal, Brittany was eighteen and had been dating Lucas for two years. They obviously fucked and according to the rumors, a lot. But what made it a big deal was it wasn't Lucas, nor was it a guy, nor was it someone her age.

I heard moans coming from my parent's room, which was odd as well, and before moving further double-checked that my parents' car wasn't in the driveway (their plans could have changed like mine did when Elmer got a bout of the flu...ending our Star Wars marathon only partway through the second movie. My parents' car was not in the driveway. Although a couple doors down, there was a blue Ford Focus I had never seen before.

Curious, I quietly moved up the stairs and I heard a female voice I didn't completely recognize at first although it was vaguely familiar. "Oh, yes, eat my cunt, Brittany."

I stopped, frozen in my tracks. Brittany was with a girl? Now a morally upright brother may have turned and walked out, but, for many reasons, that is not what I did. I was a virgin; other than on the Internet, I had never seen a girl naked. Christ, I was even too shy to buy some adult magazine at a convenience store. But an open door and the promise of lesbian sex and the curiosity of who my sister was seemingly pleasing was impossible to ignore. Realizing the great revenge opportunity as well, I pulled out my phone, turned it onto video and pressed the record button.

I crept forward, my heart full of trepidation, petrified of being heard as the naughty talk continued. "That's it baby, keep licking me. You are such an eager little cunt-licker, aren't you?"

I was just outside the door when I heard my diva sister, whom everyone falls over their feet for, reply, "Thank you ma'am, I love pleasing you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and a second later I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My sister was between the nylon legs of someone I couldn't see, my sister's picture perfect ass staring directly at me. The unknown woman moaned, "I know you do my dear, you are a natural-born pussy-pleaser."

At hearing the phrase 'my dear', I held in a gasp as I realized who was on my parents' bed, legs spread open and being pleasured by my bitch sister. It was Mrs. Charles our drop-dead gorgeous English teacher. She was in her forties, but I imagine as many teenagers stroked themselves at night to her as they did to my popular cheerleading bitch sister.

Mrs. Charles was a blonde haired, blue eyed goddess who always wore skirts or dresses, always wore three inch or higher heels and always had her legs wrapped in a pair of pantyhose. Although she didn't dress like a slut like my sister did, her breasts were just as ample and showcased slyly by her various blouses. I can't even begin to count the number of loads I have shot thinking of Mrs. Charles' big breasts and to-die-for legs.

The main difference between my voluptuous English teacher and my equally voluptuous bitch sister was that Mrs. Charles was nice. She was a caring, compassionate, sincere and intelligent woman who was my main reference for my Princeton application and my educational idol (both academically and fantasy).

I couldn't fathom in a million years how she ended up on my parents' bed being pleasured and seemingly in control of my bitch sister...who always...I mean fucking always...was in control. It was a mystery as unexplainable to me as the Bermuda Triangle...or how to speak to a girl.

I was brought back to the crazy reality as Mrs. Charles moaned, "I'm close my dear, finger-fuck my cunt, my slut."

Hearing a teacher call my sister a slut was shocking and yet hot as hell. I only wished I could see her face as she was brought to orgasm. I recorded, my cock a missile in my pants, my ex-teacher's orgasm.

"Oh yes, yes, Brittany, suck my clit, get me off, oh yes, fuuuuuck, you dirty fucking sluuuuuut," my Princeton scholar teacher mumbled incoherently as my sister brought her to orgasm.

My sister remained between Mrs. Charles legs for a couple of minutes while our ex-teacher recovered from her orgasm.

I stared at my naked sister from behind and although I had never considered her sexually...she was just my bitch sister... I was suddenly having thoughts of what I would like to do with her.

"Ready to be fucked?" Mrs. Charles asked, still breathing heavily, as she sat up and I quickly moved away from the door.

"Fuck yes," my sister replied, in a tone of desperate hunger I had not heard from her before.

"Grab the strap-on, my dear."

Peeking around the corner cautiously, I watched my sister go to a bag on the floor and pull out a big black strap-on. She handed it to a now standing Mrs. Charles whose big breasts were staring at me. My sister wordlessly wrapped the harness around our teacher's waist.

Once the strap-on was on, Mrs. Charles said, "On all fours, my little cheerleader pet."

Brittany quickly got back on our parents' bed, clearly eager to get fucked by a plastic cock.

"You are such an eager little slut, aren't you," Mrs. Charles asked.

"I'll always be your slut, Ma'am," my sister answered, so unlike her usual in-control demeanor.

Mrs. Charles looked delicious in only thigh high stockings and a cock wrapped around her waist. I wondered if she wore thigh high stockings under her conservative teacher attire all those days she taught me. I was dying to know how my despicable sister and my favorite teacher ended up as sex partners...it just seemed too preposterous to be true and if I hadn't been seeing and taping it, with my own eyes, I would never believe it.

Mrs. Charles joined my sister on the bed and seemed to be teasing my sister. From my viewpoint, I got a great side view and could see that the plastic cock was still not in my sister.

"Please just fuck me," my sister moaned, the teasing clearly driving her nuts. Watching her begging and not in control was easily the greatest moment ever.

"Beg, my slut," Mrs. Charles demanded, making the hot scene even hotter.

My sister, giving in like some cheap slut, begged, "Oh fuck, please fill my cunt with that big cock of yours."

Mrs. Charles obliged and thrust forward, the entire cock disappearing inside my sister.

Brittany screamed, "Oh fuck, yes, fuck your slut, fuck my cunt."

Moaning, dirty talk and hardcore lesbian fucking continued as the sister I despised and the teacher I idolized went at it hardcore, way better than any of the hundreds of porn videos I had watched online. I began rubbing my cock through my jeans as I continued filming the shocking scene, the greatest moment of my young life. A million ideas of how to blackmail my bitch sister were already spinning in my head as my cock begged for relief.

I don't know how long Mrs. Charles fucked Brittany; five minutes, maybe ten, fifteen for all I know as I just continued rubbing myself and filming before Brittany screamed, desperately, "May I come Mommy?"

"Always with the Mommy," Mrs. Charles replied with a chuckle, "If I didn't know better I would think you want to be your Mommy's little pet slut too."

"Oooooooh please, Mommy, can I come," Brittany whimpered, begging like a dog.

"Fuck yourself to orgasm, my cheerleading slut," Mrs. Charles ordered.

Brittany moaned, "Thaaaaaanked yoooooooou," as she began bouncing back hard onto Mrs. Charles plastic cock.

"Fuck you are such a horny little minx," Mrs. Charles assessed, slapping my sister's ass.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, fuck, yes, yes, fuck, oooooooooooooooh, God, I'm commmmmmmmmmmming," my sister screamed as we both reached orgasm at the same time, as I coated my underwear with my cum simultaneously as Brittany's juices flooded out of her. Brittany fell forward and Mrs. Charles returned to fucking Brittany.

"Keep coming, slut," Mrs. Charles ordered, as she pumped the plastic cock in and out of my sister's still leaking cunt.

A minute later Brittany begged, "Please stop, I can't take it anymore."

Mrs. Charles pulled the cock out and said, "Clean up my toy, slut."

Brittany, her face red with joy, quickly obeyed, bobbing up and down on the plastic cock licking her own cum. I knew then and there I was going to make her suck my cock. I didn't care that she was my sister....I was going to make her my fucktoy....

I kept recording until she took the cock out of her mouth. Then, I quietly went back down the stairs and out of the house as I prepared my blackmail plan.

While I waited down the street, I emailed the video to my account. It was about fifteen minutes before Mrs. Charles came out of my house, her bag of toys over her shoulder. Timing it perfectly, I started walking so that we would meet at the end of my sidewalk.

"Hi, Mrs. Charles," I greeted, startling her.

Her face went red instantly and she stammered, "H-h-h-h-hi Samuel."

"What brings you by my humble home in the middle of summer?" I asked, having fun with my rattled teacher.

I had to give her credit, she was quick. "Oh, I was just hoping to catch your Mom to sign some papers for your scholarship."

"Oh, well she should be back Monday. I'll tell her you stopped by."

"Thanks, Samuel, that would be great," she replied, seemingly a bit relieved.

Knowing her dirty secret somehow gave me a confidence I never had before. "Mrs. Charles, you look very nice."

"Thanks, Samuel," she replied, like she would a child, underestimating me like so many others had done my whole life.

Thinking she was safe, she started walking to her car. A little offended by not being taken as a man, I said, "Mrs. Charles, I love your legs in thigh high stockings."

She froze in her tracks. "Pardon."

"You are wearing thigh high stockings, are you not?" I asked, smiling.

"Why do you think that?" she asked, her worried look back on her face.

"Just a hunch. A sexy woman like you would not wear pantyhose," I smugly said, a suaveness in me I didn't know existed.

"Samuel, what has gotten into you?" she asked, surprised by my aggressiveness.

"Not what was just in my sister," I said, revealing all I knew.

There was a long silence before she gasped, her face instantly going as white as a Ghost's, "Oh my God,"

"Funny, that's what Brittany kept saying when you were fucking her," I quipped.

"Oh Samuel, I can't believe you saw that," she was clearly mortified at being caught.

"Actually, I recorded it," I revealed, piling on the dirt.

"You didn't!" she gasped.

"Would I lie to you, Mrs. Charles?" I asked, moving closer to her.

Frantic, she begged, "Samuel, please don't...I would be ruined."

"I have to ask, Mrs. Charles, how did you and my sister end up fucking?" I asked, purposely being crude, trying to take control of the situation.

"Samuel!" she gasped, clearly surprised by my uncharacteristic behaviour.

"Mommy," I countered, repeating Brittany's words during intimacy.

"Please, Samuel," my teacher pleaded.

"I like a girl who begs," I smiled, before going in for the kill. "What are you willing to do to keep your little secret between just the three of us?"

"Samuel!" she said my name again. "What're you implying?"

"I think you know very well what I'm implying," I countered. My beautiful teacher remained silent until I added, "I want you to suck my cock like Brittany sucked yours."

Her face was now sinfully red as she whispered, "And you will delete the video then."

I lied. "Of course, Mrs. Charles." Although I was already thinking of how I was going to tape her blowing me.

She was trying to figure out how to deal with my offer. I suggested, "The garage."

"Now?" she asked, surprised.

"No time like the present," I shrugged.

She looked around and sighed, "Ok, let's go."

Even though I came only twenty minutes ago, give or take, I was rearing to go again. I led her to our garage and she followed as I slyly pulled my phone out of my pocket and into my hand.

Once in the garage, I closed the door and was surprised when she immediately fell to her knees.

Again quoting the scene I had witnessed earlier today, I said, "You are such an eager little slut, aren't you?"

She looked up to me with an angry look, clearly offended at being called a slut, but she undone I belt and pulled my pants down.

My sticky wetness on my underwear was obvious, I apologized. "Sorry, Mrs. Charles, watching you fuck my sister made me shoot my first wad."

A slight smile crossed her lips as she fished my cock out of my underwear. Although I am nerdy looking, pretty scrawny and still with acne, I was relatively well equipped, a solid eight and a third inches erect (I know, nerdy, but I measured). Her reserved behaviour seemed to fade as she held my cock in her hand. She looked up at me and complimented, "What a nice cock you have Samuel."

"Well, you are the first to ever see it," I admitted.

"If the high school girls knew what you were packing you would have to beat them off with a stick," she said, slowly stroking my cock.

"That I find hard to believe. I don't throw a football or bounce a basketball."

"That may be true," she said, licking my cockhead. "But most girls can't resist a nice big cock and you have a nice big cock." She opened her mouth and leaned forward engulfing it.

I let out a whimper, the feeling of having lips wrapped around my cock a sensation way greater than my wildest fantasies. My teacher took her time, slowly moving back and forth as I awkwardly clicked the record button on my camera and moved my hand to my side to get a great side view. I was thankful I had come recently or I would have shot my load in seconds. I watched in awe as my favorite teacher, my idol, sucked my cock.

After a few minutes of slow sucking, she surprised me and asked, "Did you ever masturbate about me sucking your cock, Samuel?"

"Yes," I moaned, her tongue swirling around my mushroom top.

"Of fucking me on my desk?" she questioned, pushing my buttons.

"God, yes," I admitted.

"How about me being your personal fucktoy?" she continued, before returning to my cock and deep throating me. Amazingly, she held my cock deep in her mouth for a few seconds, causing me to shiver with pleasure.

My pretty teacher allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth. Looking up at me she surprised me when she demanded, "Call me a slut!" she wrapped her lips back around my cockhead and pulled back, treating it like a lollipop. A loud 'pop' sound was released as she relinquished the suction on my cock.

"You slut," I whimpered, so in awe of my first blow job.

"You can do better than that, Samuel," she teased, again stroking my cock. "Make me your slut, baby."

Being called 'baby' turned me on even more, making me to come. I said, grabbing her head and pulling her to me, "Suck my cock my slut teacher. I am going to fill your cocksucking mouth with my cum like the cheap teacher whore you are."

She moaned, clearly turned on by the belittlement, as she began to furiously bob back and forth on my cock.

"Faster, slut," I demanded.

She obliged and I continued to talk nasty to her. "I bet you want my big cock in your cunt, don't you, slut?"

More moans as she continued devouring my cock.

"And feel my hot seed filling your slutty cunt," I added.

Her head was moving faster and faster, continually taking all eight plus inches in her mouth. Unable to last any longer, I grunted, "I'm coming teacher slut. Swallow every drop of my cum or else."

She didn't slow down as I exploded my cum in my favorite teacher's mouth. I couldn't believe how amazing my orgasm felt, unlike any that I had done while on my own. After my balls were emptied, Mrs. Charles slowed down and eventually allowed my still-hard cock to slip out of her mouth.

She stayed on her knees, looked up from her submissive position and asked with a sexy smile, "Was it all you thought it would be?"

"Fuck, yes."

She noticed the phone and smiled, "You are quite the bastard."

"You are quite the slut."

Standing up, she leaned forward and kissed me. Funny, I just realized I got my first blow job before I got my first kiss. Her lips were soft and when she broke it a minute later she said, "Can I assume you will keep your sister and I and you and I a secret?"

"I am not sure that was grammatically correct, Mrs. Charles," I teased.

"You brat," she said, slapping me playfully.

"I never planned to use it against you," I admitted.

Looking at her watch, she said, "Shit, I am late."

"I still want to know how you and Brittany ended up together," I said.

She squeezed my cock and smiled, "Another time, stud."

She turned to leave and I took a risk and said, "Slut, stop."

Thankfully, she did. She turned around with an unreadable look on her face.

"Give me your cell number," I demanded.

"Why is that?" she asked, demurely.

"I plan to fuck you like you desperately want me to," I said, with a confidence in me I didn't know existed.

"You do, do you?" she asked, pulling out a pen from her purse.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Charles. I plan to use you as my slut all summer," I promised, my head spinning with the potential.

She handed me her number and said, "By the way, stud, it is no longer Mrs."

"You're divorced?" I asked, surprised.

"Been separated from him since January, but it's not something I would announce to my students," she said.

She gave my cock one last squeeze. "Oh yes, I'll be gone for the rest of the weekend, going to the country Jamboree with Mrs. Waters and Ms. Houston."

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A Bride for Two Studs (MFM)

The Male Order, Texas Collection 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,172
17 Ratings (3.7)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys]

Seeking to salvage her academic reputation, graduate student Carissa Yarborough is visiting Male Order, studying menageamy for her thesis. Through her research she meets Perry Williams and Del Jacobsen, who are both eager to introduce Carissa to the practice of menageamy, rather than the theory. But Carissa resists their temptations, unwilling to compromise her objectivity.

Perry and Del have been best friends all their lives, though in recent years their friendship has been on the rocks. Their common interest in Carissa starts to make them close again, especially as they work together to stop local resistance to her project.

Just as Carissa is learning how to strike a balance between love and work, both her thesis and her life are threatened. Afraid to trust her new lovers, she needs to learn to let go of her past and open herself up to love if she’s going to survive the summer.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Olivia Jordan is a Siren-exclusive author.

17 Ratings (3.7)

A Bride for Two Studs (MFM)

The Male Order, Texas Collection 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,172
17 Ratings (3.7)
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4.5 STARS: "Carissa arrives in Male Order, a town that is dedicated to menage relationships. The people there see nothing wrong with three people loving each other in unconventional marriages. Carissa is a grad student gathering interviews for her thesis on menageamy. She finds a warm reception from Perry and Del, who long to initiate her into the joys of having two men for her mates. However, she isn't so sure, and there seem to be forces at work against her as violence erupts, and messages to 'Go Home' follow her. There's a mysterious blue car that also follows her. Who would want to hurt her? Who wants her gone from Male Order, and wants her to end her research project? A Bride for Two Studs has plenty of hot sex, and a pretty good story woven around it. This is the first Male Order story I have read, but I'll be looking for more. The idea of a whole town of menage marriages is just too juicy to resist." -- Alberta, Manic Readers Reviews

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Suddenly, the sound of a horse’s whinny came from outside, accompanied by the clatter of hooves.

“What the hell?” Perry asked, jumping to his feet and running outside. Carissa followed and saw a man trotting a beautiful black stallion up and down Perry’s driveway. He laughed and waved as they rushed out of the house, but didn’t stop right away, putting on a show and grinning with a cocky air.

Carissa felt a scowl forming on her face when she saw the ostentatious display, but as she saw the man circling around the driveway, her heart skipped a beat. He was just as hot as Perry, but in a completely different way. He had shiny, dark curls that were just a touch unruly, and Carissa struggled to take her eyes off of the untamed bouncing. His eyes were dark, and he had scruff on his chin, as though he hadn’t had time to think about shaving for a few days. She couldn’t believe he’d show up so unkempt for a research interview. She was used to seeing undergraduates dressed that way, but not wealthy men well beyond their frat-party days. The businesslike side of her personality fumed at the lack of professionalism, but she couldn’t deny that her body was heating up.

Perry looked chagrined. “I can’t believe Del sometimes.”

“Is he always like this?”

“Well, yeah, pretty much. When you have as much money as he does and an attitude that carefree, stunts like this are a matter of course, it seems.”

“He sure seems to like making a scene.”

“Del has always loved attention, especially from women. I don’t doubt part of his decision to pull this little stunt was to impress you.”

“Well, it’s not working.”

Perry glanced at her. “You’re not amused?”

“No, I’m not. I guess for him this is just fun and games, but I’m here to do research, and I’m on a schedule. He’s late, and maybe he doesn’t realize it, but his shenanigans are making him even later. I have a job to do, and to have someone clowning around at my very first interview of the summer is more than a little frustrating. Imagine how you’d feel if he showed up like this to a board meeting or something. I don’t feel like he’s taking me or my project seriously.”

“Wow. Most women think he’s hilarious. They just can’t get enough of his gags. Or they think he’s really daring and a little dangerous. He somehow manages to put forth that bad-boy vibe, which is especially easy, since he’s loaded. It means it’s easy for him to throw money at whatever problem he gets into so he can live to make mistakes for yet another day. I think the only law he’s ever broken is underage drinking in college. Admittedly, he got busted more than once and spent a couple of weekends in the drunk tank at the local police station, but he’s not exactly a hardened criminal by any stretch of the imagination.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. He’s wealthy, privileged, and phony.” She caught a sidelong glance from Perry. “Not that I think all rich people are phony. I mean, I have family members who are extraordinarily wealthy, and my family has never been hard up. It’s just this image he portrays.”

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever heard say that about him.”

Carissa shrugged. “I don’t know. He just doesn’t impress me.”

She felt Perry step a few inches closer. “What does impress you?”

Carissa felt a pulsing deep down in her pussy at the sensation of his breath on her ear. “Men who are a bit more mature, who are well-dressed and well-groomed, with good taste in art.”

“Do I impress you, Carissa?”

His breath on her ear, combined with the deep baritone of his voice, sent a rush of blood down to her cunt, which had already started to heat up. If Del hadn’t been there, Carissa would have had a difficult time not jumping him right in the driveway for a mid-afternoon romp. She knew, though, that as horny as she felt, and as much as she wanted to flirt back, her sense of professionalism inhibited her.

Fortunately, Del allowed her to save face. “Hey, guys! Like my new ride?” he interrupted before Carissa had a chance to speak.

“Del, what the hell? You can’t just tie a horse up on my lawn! I’m sure it’s against some city ordinance, and anyway, the homeowners’ association is going to be pissed. Plus, I don’t want to clean up whatever crap it ends up dumping on the yard.”

“Oh, come on, Perry. I’m not going to be here that long. Plus, he’ll nibble on the grass, save you from having to pay the lawn care company this week. I’ll even clean up after him.”

“Okay, but if I get a fine from the city, you’re paying it.”

“Sure, sure, no big deal.” Del tied the horse up to the freestanding basketball hoop in Perry’s driveway, then walked over and took Carissa’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said, dropping to one knee and placing a sloppy kiss on the back of her hand. The sensation of his lips on her skin was electric, despite the fact that it was too wet, too silly. Carissa had to resist, though she could feel her pussy begin to tingle.

I’m here on business. I’m not here to fool around, and especially not with someone as silly as him.

Del slid a finger in, stopping at the second knuckle joint. “Is this good?”

“Are you sure?”

Del slid his finger in a little deeper, and Carissa sucked in her breath.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Okay? This feels fucking fantastic. I want more.”

Del slid his finger all the way in and marveled at the way her muscles contracted around him. He began to work his finger in and out, first in halting motions, speeding up only when her muscles started to relax. When Carissa started to moan, Perry got more involved, putting direct pressure on her clit, scratching the insides of her thighs. Taking their timing cues from each other, they gradually increased their respective paces until Carissa was thrashing so hard that Del was afraid she might injure herself. Instead, she let out a howl, her muscles clenching their fingers even harder than they had before. Del’s cock got even stiffer as he imagined what it would be like to feel her clench down on it.

“That was amazing. I want more.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, and I demand more. Right now.”

“As you wish, my lady.” Del slicked up another finger and slid it directly into Carissa’s ass.

“Yes!” she moaned.

As Del worked both fingers inside of her, Perry slid a finger inside her cunt, keeping another pressed down on her clit. Again, they based their pacing on each other’s movements, not wanting to overwhelm Carissa and put her out of commission for the rest of the night. It seemed that their fear was unwarranted, though, because within minutes, she had thrown her head back against Perry’s shoulder and was screaming.

“Oh my…fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”

As the orgasm abated, she went limp.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” Perry asked, brushing her sweaty hair out of her face.

“I feel better than I ever have in my life. I’m beginning to feel like I really am being a greedy lover, though. I think it’s time for the two of you to get off.”

Turning around, she pushed Perry down on the bed and straddled him. She grabbed his cock and gave it six hard, quick strokes before she slid him inside her. Del was so turned on by the sight that he had to restrain himself from coming on the spot.

Del slicked up his cock and grabbed Carissa’s hips from behind. With a gentle touch, he leaned her forward, until she was presenting her ass to him. Kneeling on the bed, he placed the tip of his cock right up against her hole.

“You ready, babe?”

“I’ve been ready.”

Del didn’t need any further encouragement. He slid in, slowly at first, his body trembling as her ass took his cock in and clenched down around him.

“Goddamn, you feel amazing,” Del moaned. “Doesn’t she feel amazing, Perry?”

“You’re fucking right, she does.”

They let Carissa set the pace this time. Del timed his thrusts into her with the way she rode Perry. After just a few minutes of her frenzied up-and-down movements, he gripped her hips a little tighter.

“Slow down just a little bit. We want to be able to last for you.”

Carissa complied almost too well. For a moment, she completely stopped, before finally starting to move with movements so tiny and precise that Del could barely feel them.

“I didn’t mean quite that slow,” he said, playfully pulling on her hair.

“That’s not how it works with me,” she whispered. “I ride hard, or I don’t ride at all.”

“Then ride hard, baby.”

Carissa returned to her almost-frantic pace, and Del held on as long as he could before the tightness and the quickness overwhelmed him.

“I–I can’t last anymore,” he gasped.

“Me neither,” Perry groaned.

“I want you to come for me, right now,” Carissa demanded. “Do it. Come in me.”

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It all started out so innocently: A nice summer distraction for Jana with the much older black guy who worked at her dad’s restaurant. Jana never knew that one big black cock would lead to several more in a small bedroom in a neighboring state with a nice load at the end.

One morning while preparing for lunch, I bumped into Rabiah in the big walk-in fridge. I was minding my business picking up the large box of carrots when I was startled out of my task by a whistle underneath his breath.

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It was absolutely incredible to experience just how much my sensational pleasure was heightened when I lost my sense of sight. I could feel every touch, every bit of sensation so much more than when I could predict what was coming. It was a level of sexual excitement that I had not experienced previously.

It was also amazing how easy it was to trust the yoni massage therapist to touch me in a way that I enjoyed, and to not take advantage of me in any way. It was an easy experience to lean into. I went back several times to enjoy more of the same treatment. I’ve actually found it to be incredibly supportive since I have been single. I highly recommend trying the yoni massage therapy experience.

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It helps me to feel more empowered while dating. I’m very grateful for this yoni massage specialist for women as a sexual outlet while I am single. I’ve learned so much about pleasure in general from my experiences with the yoni massage therapist. So much key awareness around the nature of pleasure, and how to receive it fully in my body. I fully recommend this experience to learn more about your own body’s relationship to pleasure.

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After discovering this service, I went back multiple times to feed this desire for surrender, and to simply enjoy being pleasured by someone who knew what he was doing. I’m so glad I searched for yoni massage places so I could learn more about my vagina anatomy through that specific frame. Yoni massage became a valuable addition to my sex life, and something that I gave to myself when I felt like I was particularly in need of sexual release.

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Getting to experience this fantasy played out was incredibly satisfying and exciting to me. I had been dreaming about it for years, and, since the yoni massage therapist was essentially a stranger to me, it was remarkably easy to imagine he was actually a doctor. I am thrilled that I used this unique opportunity to explore something I have been dreaming about since I first became aware of my own turn on. Yoni massage can be a really excellent tool for exploring a wide range of fantasies! I’m so glad I got my erotic massage in Seattle.

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I will never deny my deep desire for pleasure and passion, again. It is built into who I am, and yoni massage was an incredible way to explore what is possible for me in this realm. I’m really glad I found an erotic massage therapy Seattle based place so that I could connect to my passion again.

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Having this beautiful pleasure outlet has also allowed me to be much more selective in my dating experience. It makes it easier to stick to my standards when I am not feeling needy or desperate for physical attention. Providing myself with these yoni massages keeps me in a state where I am able to interact with men from a neutral place, with my eyes open to whatever they are bringing to the table.

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Massage Themes. Themes are sessions that revolve around a more detailed interest than simply a generic term like “sensual massage.” Between what you are seeking, and what I have identified and interests that many women find fun, interesting or exciting, there are dozens of variations and an infinite number of combinations of possibilities of what can be done.

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I don’t see what I want: Hopefully you look at all the links on all the pages, the articles, stories and fantasies, and can surmise, that maybe I could fulfil some fantasy or interest you have. For example here is one I received a couple years ago for something that was nowhere to be found on my site.

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Flash looked at the vision of innocence lounging of his sofa. She was dressed in a small catholic schoolgirl uniform and smiling. Mary looked younger and more nubile than usual, she was the picture of a sweet young girl and he was a married man, so why was it that all he could think about was bending her over and fucking that sweet ass?

"Like, are you ok? You're looking at me funny." Mary giggled as she played with a lock of her hair. She shifted her weight ever so slightly to give Flash a perfect view of her panties. He opened his mouth to speak but his throat ran dry. "Sh..." Mary said getting up and placing a finger on his lips. "Don't you wanna play? Don't you wanna be my flashie?" She asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she bit her lip. God nothing was hotter than watching a married man forget his wife for a hot young piece of as


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My Formative Sexual Years

Part 1

Me, my uncle, a car and my school uniformthem, and I can't understand why I continually feel able to test the boundaries of my sexual feelings and sexuality.

Writing helps me try to find answers to these questions. On the other hand I might just be a spoiled bitch that likes being fucked. Who knows?

Chapter 1

I was just eighteen when I first met you. Eighteen in years that is, not in mind or body, though. In those areas I was well into my twenties. I had always been old for my years. As a child I had always preferred being with older friends. And now as a, near, woman, I preferred older men.

I had just lost my virginity. It had been slightly traumatic, not because I lost it, had pain, bled or regretted it. No, the trauma was that I lost it to my uncle, my dad's brother. My dad is 42, Clive, my uncle is 35. We had always been quite close, but since I had started 'blossoming'" as a young woman we had got a whole lot closer. I won't go into great detail, but we had been at a family party and mum, dad and I were staying at my aunt, mum's sister, and uncle Clive's house. My mum and dad went off with some friends to a casino and Clive was co-opted to drive me to his home, his wife is a stewardess and was away, Hong Kong , I think.

As we walked across the parking area in the grounds of his sprawling house, Clive slid his arm round me, his hand rested on the swell of my hip, almost on my bum: a bit unusual I thought, but it didn't worry or concern me.

I was wearing jeans and a thin silky top with lace on it. It had spaghetti straps, one of which kept falling down. I thought I looked really cool and sexy.

"Would you like me to make a coffee or something?" I asked when we were inside his house.

"Well I would like something like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Depends what's on offer?"

"I'll make the coffee or tea or, do you mean a real drink?"

"So a drink, what can I get you?" I said as we stood in the kitchen looming at each other.

"If that's all that's on offer Sam," Clive said with a big smile, "then I'll have a beer."

Although we often laughed and joked like this, Clive appeared to be more serious than usual and, I thought, some of his remarks were rather 'near the knuckle.'

I went to the fridge and got him a Bud. I walked over to where he was leaning back against the work surface taking the top off as I did. He didn't move. I went closer. He held his hand out, but only a little way, so I had to go even closer. He took the bottle with one hand and dropped the other onto my hip.

"Sammi you look absolutely fantastic today," He said softly.

"Do I Clive?" I replied a little surprised at both him saying that and the way it made me feel, especially his hand on my hip.

"Good enough to eat," he smiled.

"Aren't I always?" I flirted.

"Yes, but now you're eighteen you are more womanly, you're not a little girl any more."

That made me feel good, I liked being told I acted and looked older than my eighteen years.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, you are a real woman now. You must know that Sam." Clive said his hand applying slightly more pressure to my hip. I moved a little closer.

"Am I?"

"Well are you Sam? I don't know do I?"

"Don't know what?"

"Whether you are a woman," he paused before adding. "Yet? Are you"

I got what he meant. "Well no. If you mean what I think you mean?"

He pulled me nearer. Where he was leaning back, his stomach, thighs and, of course, his cock were sticking out. My pubic mound inside my jeans was almost touching his very obvious bulge. That excited me.

"So little Sammi is still a virgin is she?"

Clive said pulling me that tad nearer so I was now touching him. My mound was just touching his bulge, not squashed or pressed together, but definitely touching. It was a nice feeling.

"Yes," I whispered as I felt his hand go round my waist.

"And does Sammi want to stay a virgin?"

"I don't know," I whispered feeling his hand pressing right on my bra strap, moving me closer, making the contact between us even firmer. My tummy was now against his bulge, my chest just a little way from his and my face close to his.

"A girl or a woman Sammi."

"I know," I sort of whimpered as the pressure mounted on my back, bending me forward from the waist. Our tummies were pressing together, my breasts were just touching his chest, my face was alongside his, his mouth was by my ear.

"A child Sammi, a little girl or, a grown woman. What do you want to be," he breathed into my ear.

"Oh Clive you know what I want." I moaned as he pulled me, almost roughly, against him, crushing my breasts against his chest and squashing his hard bulge into my stomach.

"Do you want me to help Sammi?"

"I don't know. How do you mean?"

"Help you become a woman?" He asked as he ran his hands up and down my back and further onto the swell of my bum cheeks. "Help you stop being a little girl Sammi?" He asked as his hands gripped the cheeks of my bum.

"How? What? What do you mean?" I stammered as my mound was crushed against his hard cock. He had somehow wiggled his body so that his erection was released from the restrictions of his boxers; so that his cock was rearing straight up his belly, so that his hardness was pressed firmly into the softness of my tummy, so that the base of his cock was wedged firmly against the end of my pussy and so that his cock was firmly against my clit.

He moved his body a little so that he sort of started to dry fuck me. I became putty in his hands. And even more so when he held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, turned my face so that we were just inches apart, our eyes locked and our mouths were just inches apart.

"I mean Sammi, do you want me to help you become a woman?" He asked.

I know it sounds daft, but it did seem to be the perfect solution. I had held onto my 'cherry' long enough and well past most of my mates, even thought I boasted that I hadn't. I wanted to 'do it' properly for the first time, but had this awful conflict between lust and sex. My upbringing had persuaded me to think you only had sex with someone you loved, and certainly my mum had always drummed it into me not to give my virginity up to any 'Tom, Dick or Harry."

On the other hand I wasn't ready to fall in love, I didn't want to settle down, I was off to university soon and I didn't want to 'leave baggage' at home like a boy friend.

So in my, very slightly, tipsy state, I don't drink much usually, and my extremely aroused state I realised that he cetainly didn't have any of those names, I loved him as an uncle and he would not be 'excess baggage.' So, I thought, the perfect 'cherry plucker;' the ultimate way to lose my virginity so I heard myself sigh.

"Yes, Clive I do," just before his mouth closed round mine and he kissed me so wonderfully.

I was so torn. I had the most enormous conflicts. But then at eighteen, girls do. We have conflicts about many things. And at that age most of them are concerned with boys and sex. I was torn by both, plus another issue. It was my uncle who was propositioning me, who was offering me sex, who was suggesting he turn me into a woman, remove my virginity. Yes it was my dad's 35 year old brother who was asking to fuck me.

"A little girl or, a woman, Sam?" He whispered pulling my body fully against his and slipping his tongue into my ear.

I was so turned on, so emotionally excited and physically aroused.

"Sam?" He persisted.

"Oh God, Clive." I groaned squirming my sex ravaged body against him. His chest was broad and firm, his arms around me strong and tight and, of course, his erection was hard and seemed enormous.

"What is it to be baby?" He asked licking my ear, stroking my back and squeezing a cheek of my bum.

I suddenly felt bold. I knew what I wanted, what should happen, what was needed.

"Make me a woman," I moaned just before he slid his hand between us and cupped my breast.

Chapter 2

My deflowering was beautiful and disgusting, exciting and scary, wonderful and daunting, satisfying and concerning, but in most ways, it was just simply fucking amazing.

Once I had moaned, "Make me a woman Clive," a number of inevitable consequences ensued:

He kissed me on the mouth, he opened his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. That was fine, I enjoyed snogging and was good and 'experienced' at it

I responded by opening my mouth and, tentatively at first as I didn't want to make mistakes and have him think what a kid I am, pushing my tongue against his. It was nice.

His hand found my breast. He fondled it so much more assertively than the boys I had been with previously. He didn't hesitate either, like they had. No, directly I was kissing him back he cupped my breast, found my nipple and pinched that, quite hard. He handled my breasts as if it was his right, not by 'invitation only' from me. I liked the way he took control.

He slipped his hand inside my top, stroked my breasts through my bra and slid his fingers inside it, right on to my bare tit, right on my naked, hardened nipple. It really was lovely.

He grasped the cheeks of my bum, squeezed them and pulled on them forcing my mound and tummy against his erection, which he pumped up and down a bit. I squirmed against it, the feelings were so wonderful.

He slipped the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, he pulled the flimsy top down around my waist and played with my tits that he had now edged out of my bra.

He whispered, "Take it off for me Sammi." I did, almost instantly and very eagerly. I suddenly wanted to flaunt my bare tits at my uncle.

He put his hands on my shoulders, pushed me away a little and looked at me. No one had ever done that before, simply stared at my bare boobs. His gaze seemed to burn into my breasts, which felt so hot and heavy and tingly.

"Beautiful, just beautiful Sammi, I will be so good to you, I will be so gentle for you."

He kissed my breasts, he licked them, took the nipples one by one into his mouth and sucked and chewed them.

I was moaning and groaning, sighing and grunting as each new and super-powerful sensation hit me. It kept going through my head that I was going to lose my virginity, be deflowered and lose my cherry. Yes, I couldn't help thinking, my uncle is going to fuck me and make me a woman.

I had, of course read about such things, but I had never been lifted up and carried to bed. But that's exactly what Clive did. Putting one arm round my shoulders and the other round my legs under my knees, he carried me, bare breasted, our mouths clamped together up the stairs.

He gently laid me on the double bed, in what I took to be his and his wife's bedroom, I had never been upstairs in his house before.

He laid me right in the middle and simply stared at me.

I have small breasts, 32 b, but with fairly prominent nipples and rather puffy areolas. They are coral pink and seems to be super-sensitive. They are also extremely reactive and were standing proudly erect for him.

"God you are gorgeous." He said standing beside the bed.

Still staring at me he undid his shirt and peeled it off. A little gasp escaped from my mouth when I saw his upper body nakedness and his great physique. I imagined my breasts squashed against him and realised that very shortly that would be happening; my legs went weak at the thought of being crushed against him.

Still holding my gaze his fingers went to his belt. And then in a display of sexual confidence the like of which I had only read about, he undid his belt, slid his zip down and pushed his trousers, pants and socks off all in one go. He stood before me naked.

A longer gasp, more like a moan slipped out of my lips at seeing him standing there, completely nude, hugely erect and ready to have me.

"Oh Clive?" I groaned, partly at how wonderful he looked, partly at how big he was, partly at what was about to happen, but mainly at his confidence and assurance. I had no idea that men could be so comfortable with their aroused nudity as he was.

He smiled.

"You like, Sammi?"

I nodded, I don't think I could have formed words so excited had I become.

His fingers ran up the length of his erection, which itself reached his naval. I had touched and seen several boys' cocks, but never a man's.

"You like this Sammi?" He asked holding it in his hands as if about to masturbate. "Is that what you want my dear? Is that what you want to make you a woman?" He asked kneeling on the bed beside me.

His leg just above the knee pressed against my bare side, just above my waist. I could smell him; a combination of aftershave and male muskiness, I could feel his hard, coarse, hairy leg on my skin. I thought I could also feel his warmth, the heat streaming from his erection that was level with my face and just inches away.

"Let's get these off," he mumbled undoing the button on my jeans and sliding the zip down. He pulled on the waist band and I lifted my bum to help him. I was surprised when he left my panties on, saying. "I think we'll leave that little beauty right there for a while. I was wearing a little thong. Pale blue and lacy, it was tiny and barely hid my sparse thatch of blondish pubes. It had a thin strap at the back which snuggled between the rounded, firm and pert cheeks of my bum, my best feature a boy had told me.

"Mmmm that looks fantastic," Clive said as he lay beside me and kissed my breasts.

He took my hand and pushed it downwards, between us and onto him.

"Touch me Sam, feel me, stroke me." He sighed quietly.

I had no alternative, even if I had wanted one, which I didn't. I wanted to feel him, touch him, stroke him and rub him. Yes I wanted to hold my uncle's cock in my hand. In fact I wanted my dad's brother's cock right up my cunt.

And that is exactly where he put it just moments later.

"I'm not on the pill," I suddenly remembered to blurt out as he pulled me against him, kissed me and caressed my boobs.

"That's alright lovely," he smiled brushing my hair away from my eyes. "I was going to wear a condom in any case, we don't want any web feeted second cousins running around do we?" He said, rather undiplomatically of the taboo we were breaking.

"Take your knickers off then," he said with incrdible assurance as with no embarrassment or anything he undid a packet and slid a rubber, a blue one, I noted, onto his cock.

It was all so different to how I had thought it would be. I had imagined a fumbling fuck, possibly in a car, with a young bloke who knew little more than me about what we were doing. Not this confident, assured, quite dominating, but incredibly arousing display: but then I guess and have learned since, that's what you get with older men. Wonderful, sorry boys.

It didn't take long. It was just a short time from when he lay naked beside me and slid the rubber onto his cock, to when he rolled on top of me.

"Open your legs Sammi," he whispered slithering himself downwards.

It was just moments from then until I felt the tip of his cock against the opened lips of my pussy.

"Keep your legs open until I am well inside you," he instructed. "That way you won't feel any pain.

He was right. As he slowly and carefully slid himself up me I didn't feel any pain, well not much, just a bit of stretching, but nothing from my hymen. I smiled to myself, thinking that enough fingers had been wiggled up there to have, presumably sorted that out.

"Yes, yes it's fine" I gasped amazed at the feeling of being filled up, it was quite different to what I had imagined. I felt completeyly filled up: I realised then, as Clive lay there still, his rigid cock embedded deep me where the expression 'being stuffed' came from: I had thought something to do with turkey's or chickens. Now I knew.

"You sure Sam, no pain or anything?" He asked, kissing me.

"No, no nothing like that Clive," I croaked back as I broke my lips from his.

"Ok then, baby let's make you a real woman," he sort of growled as he started to pump up and down.

I was too nervous I guess, too tense and uptight to cum, well the first time that is. But an hour or so later, after he had massaged me, played with me, kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. I did cum. And by Christ was it wonderful!

Chapter 3

With the small matter of losing my virginity out of the way, I felt could get on with being a 'woman.'

"I'll pick you up after school on Monday and we can go for a drive for a couple of hours. Ok?" he said, as he dressed and I went to one of the guest bedrooms and slipped into bed, now wonderfully a woman. I just wished it would have been possible to spend the night in bed with Clive, his arms around me, our naked bodies pressed together. As I was thinking that, hoping he would pop in and kiss me goodnight and considering masturbating, I heard a car in the driveway. It had been quite a tight thing, for we had been in bed screwing less than ten minutes before I heard their car pull into the drive.

"Thanks for looking after Sammi," I heard my dad say to Clive on the landing outside my slightly ajar door.

"No problem at all, she was a delight to look after."

"Hey I'm not a kid you know," I called out.

"No," Clive said hesitating before going on after a pause. ".........you're very much a young woman now Sam."

Although I was in the upper sixth form and would be going to uni soon, the snobby all girls, public school I attended still insisted on 'high standards' of dress code; everyone had to wear school uniform. Striped blazer, blue gingham, check skirt in Summer, plain, blue wool one in Winter, white shirt and school tie and worst of all, fucking, white knee-length socks, that I detested.

On the Monday, at the break before school ended, there was I in the loo slipping out of my regulation school bra and panties and into a silky, lacy bra and thong. It felt odd sitting in the English lesson wearing that sort of gear under my school uniform, for I'd never done that before.

There was absolutely no way on God's earth I wanted Clive to see me in my school uniform. It screamed out that I was just a kid and not the sophisticated lover he'd had a few days before. But what could I do? I had no alternative. It wasn't allowed for pupils to change out of school uniform in the school or within half a mile of leaving it. And he'd said he'd meet me just round the corner from the main entrance, so I was literally fucked wasn't I? Still, I hadreconciled over the weekend, if the price I had to pay for really being fucked was to be seen in my school uniform then it was worth it.

Luckily I still had the, nearly, all over tan I'd got in Florida at half term and that had been topped up on my legs by the recent, unusually warm spring weather. I could, therefore, wear mid height heels without tights after I slipped the regulation, white knee-length socks off as I was leaving the school. Walking down the school drive I hitched my skirt up a bit to, as far as a girl could, look sexy in her school uniform.

"Oh my God, babe," he croaked as he kissed me when I got in the car. "You look absolutely fucking ravenous, your every man's wet dream, come here let me kiss you."

I thought he meant because I had rolled the skirt up and was showing quite a lot of leg, although I didn't like the red marks just beneath my knees where the socks had been.

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