My Sister and Her Friends (Part 1)

Warning #1: Long story. May take 90 minutes or more for both parts.
Warning #2: First story I ever wrote, it is a grammatical mess! I have left it alone over the years and not fixed any of it. You don’t have to comment that it’s problematic, I know that.
Warning #3: The buildup takes awhile, but hang in there!
Thanks for checking it out! )

My Sister and Her Friends!
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So I’ve been masturbating ever since I can remember. I thought I was a sex freak, but it turns out it wasn’t all that abnormal. This story takes place in the later 80’s. I was living at home with my mom (ugh) and sister Vickie. Of course, Vickie is hot. I wouldn’t be writing about her if she was a skank. But she’s not the real story, you’ll see. It’s going to be a slow beginning, but give it a shot…

I’ve just turned 18 years old. Dad moved out years ago, mom has let herself go to hell. She works at a doctor’s office as an office manager, but usually only works till 3 pm so she can be home for us kids. Whoopee. My sister, Vickie, is 21 and we both attend the State College up the road a few miles. The rich kids all went to the “University of XXXX” but we had to go here. It’s kind of a drive-in college, some kids are in dorms, but not us. It’s pretty much like high school, meaning that it sucks.

My high school career was uneventful. I was geeky, gawky, bad skin, and painfully shy. Oh, and throw in skinny and short, also. I went to my senior prom, with an actual girl, but didn’t even get to second base.

This past summer, I grew 4 inches (in height) and my muscles started filling in. My skin is mostly clear, but I’m still dreadfully shy. I’m very nice and respectful of women, and that’s gotten me nowhere.

So Vickie and I have similar class schedules, we usually carpool to school except on Fridays. She has a late class and I get out early. I should mention my guy friends went to the university, sometimes Vickie’s friends and I hang a little, but not very often.

So it’s Friday. I like Fridays. I have the house to myself, it’s about the only time. I just bought my first adult magazine called ‘Velvet’ which I’m dying to check out.

Remember, this is the 80’s and we weren’t rich. No internet yet. No VCR. No porn. No cell-phones. Jack-off material consists of Cosmopolitan magazines, Sears catalogs (full figured bra department) etc. So, not much.

My routine, since school started, is to go into my sisters room, get naked, spread out my stuff, and then hump her bed like crazy. You see, her bed spread is some kind of fabric that is very soft and silky smooth. It feels fantastic on my cock. I pile up a few pillows under my chest (I pretend they are big tits) and when I’m ready to cum, I roll over and shoot my sperm all over my chest and stomach. I usually will grab one of her bras or bathing suits, too. I like to run my cock in the bra cups, imagining my cock touching tits… and yes, Vickie is a double-D so there’s a lot of cup.

I’m always very careful, I put things away perfectly, don’t make a mess or a wrinkle, nobody is the wiser.

So there I am, humping her satiny smooth spread, occasionally rubbing Vickie’s D-cup bikini top on my cock, frantically turning the pages of the ‘Velvet’ magazine and some lesbians. Jesus it’s a good day. No imagining what tits look like, I’m seeing some right here! I try to think what my sister’s tits look like.

That feeling starts up, from far away, it’s getting closer and closer. Yep, it’s time to turn over. Time to shoot my red-hot sperm all over my chest. To tell the truth, I have to be careful or it will hit my face or go onto the floor (yes, it’s happened before).

I roll over, grab my cock in her bikini top, give two hard strokes, and here cums my beautiful orgasm…

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??!!!!” yells Vickie.

Holy shit! She’s home early!! Oh Fuck!!!

“Uh, um…” I stammer as cum shoots out of my cock, I’m scrambling to get away, but cum is shooting out. It hits my face, goes on the bed… Vickie’s hollering something at me and gets hit with a spurt…

I truly want to die of embarrassment. Yeah I know, you tough guys would be all over it … “oh I’d fuck her right there”. Well, I’m a sensitive guy, and this is my sister, and this really embarrasses the shit out of me.

I run into my room and try to shut the door. Vickie is right there calling “Filthy pervert” and stuff and throws the magazine at me. She wants to know more about this.

“I was just… I was…”

“I know what you were “just” doing. Don’t do it in my fucking room! And what are you doing with my bathing suit? You fucking pervert!”

She yells at me some more, I don’t know what about. Slamming the door, she stomps off yelling “Wait till mom comes home.” Mom, Jesus. She will make my life a living hell if she hears about this. Christ, I’m already dead.

Later, Mom is making dinner. Vickie knocks on the door and says to come set the table, my job that week. I tell her I’m not coming, I don’t feel well. She says I better, or else. Plus, it’s meatloaf. For all of Mom’s faults, she makes a killer meatloaf.

I drag myself out to the kitchen, make nice with mom, and start setting the table. Vickie hip-checks me into the cabinets. Mom asks if i’m alright. Yeah, just tripped. She is prattling on about her stupid day at work. Vickie is behind Mom as Mom is at the stove. Mom, can’t see her. Vickie makes the international sign for jacking off, thumb and fingers in a circle, stroking up and down, and points to Mom. She’s hinting that I jack off to Mom.

I make this exaggerated face, like i’m disgusted, which I am. That’s fucking gross. Hey, you may be into that, fine, I don’t care. But if you saw her, you wouldn’t be into MY Mom, either!

Anyway, Vickie nods her head at me, like “yes you do”. She holds her hands in front of her, like she’s holding enormous boobs, points to me like I want Mom’s boobs. I shake my head, No!! Vickie then makes a peace-sign, puts it up to her mouth, and sticks her tongue in, like I’m “Eating at the Y” and points at Mom, as if that’s what I want to do. I VIOLENTLY shake my head no. I’m also about dying as I’m trying not to laugh. Mom keeps talking while Vickie repeats a few of these motions, all the while mouthing the word ‘Pervert” to me.

“Hey Mom”, Vickie says. “Guess what I caught David doing today?”

Gulp. the fun just left the building.

“Oh, what was that, dear?”

“I came home early from school”, Vickie continued. “And I found Davey boy in my room!”

Oh Jesus I’m so dead.

“He had completely vacuumed my room!”

What? I’m not dead! She didn’t rat me out!

Later that night, she was getting ready to go out with her friends, Vanessa and Michele. We share a bathroom, it’s called a “Jack and Jill” bathroom. The bathroom has two doors, one to each of our bedrooms. Vickie’s in there and calls to me.

“Come here.” I saunter in to the bathroom where she’s fixing her hair. She looks awesome…

“Stay out of my stuff. And my room. Seriously. Or we will have a problem. Now get out.”

Ok, fine.

Sunday night, we all went to our rooms after watching TV. I pull out my magazine and start humping my own sheets. They aren’t satin, but they will do the trick. I guess I bump the headboard a little, which makes a rattle.

The phone rings. In our house, we have three extensions: Kitchen, Mom’s room, and my room. Vickie has a separate line in her room.

I holler to Mom, “I GOT IT.”

“Hello.”

“Hey pervert.”

It’s my fucking sister, calling me from her private line.

She continues, “What are you doing in there? I’m hearing noises through the wall…”

“Um, just reading my biology book”

“Yeah, right. Biology. Is it, uh, Lesbian biology?”

“No… it’s um, plants, ya know. Stamens and pistils and stuff…”

“Right. So, pervert, you like looking at naked girls.”

“Uh, well, I am a guy…” What the hell? We don’t talk about stuff like this!!

“I’m guessing that since you had my bikini top wrapped around your cock, maybe you were thinking about something or someone in particular?”

I flushed with shame. I kept quiet.

“Were you thinking about my tits?”

I’m staying quiet.

“You were, weren’t you. You were thinking about my big tits.”

Crickets.

“Answer me… now!”

“… yes. Yes, I was thinking of what your big tits looked like… Sorry.”

“Fucking pervert. Are you hard now? Answer me, don’t fuck around”

“Yes.”

“Stroke it.”

“Whu… what?”

“You heard me, stroke your cock. Now.”

“oh… ok…”

“Or maybe you should fuck your bed, like you were doing on my bed. Do that. Fuck your bed. Make some noise.”

I start humping the bed, making the headboard hit the wall. I’m breathing heavily into the phone.

“Good boy. You like big tits, don’t you… Big soft tits. Mmmm… I have big tits. They are double-D, you know.”

“yes… I know…” I manage to grunt out. christ here comes the feeling

“Tell me. Do you want to see my tits? My soft tits… with hard nipples…”

Humping the bed… the build up is coming

“Tell me! Do you want to see my tits or not?”

“Jesus Vickie! Yes! Yes I want to see your tits!” And with that, I just barely rolled over in time to not cum in my own bed. Groaning, I shot spurt after spurt of steaming cum all over my stomach and chest.

“Good boy. Now don’t move. Do NOT fucking move.”

She hung up the phone. What the fuck?

The bathroom door clicks and opens. Vickie comes into my room with a box of kleenex for me.

“Wipe up your nasty self.” She watches as I use seven or eight kleenexes to wipe the cum from everywhere, including the phone I was still holding. I didn’t hide my cock or anything, which was a big step for me. i squeezed it from the base up, getting out the last drops. It didn’t really go soft, either, as Vickie was in her hot-weather nightie.

That thing was fucking sheer. I stared at her barely concealed tits.

“That’s enough. go to bed, pervert.”

*****

So we went to school on Monday as usual, never mentioning a word about anything. I jacked off like clockwork, three times a day. Sometimes I would rattle the headboard, Vickie would bang on the wall. I can NOT stop thinking about her talking to me about her tits, and standing there in her nightie.

Friday comes along. Driving home from college, I have mixed emotions. I’ll be alone, which is good, but I can’t go in Vickie’s room. I have a feeling she will know If I’ve been in there. She’ll set a thread trap or find a pubic hair or something…

I get home, Mom’s at work (she works later on Friday’s), and Vickie’s home!

“Thought you had Economics Lab this afternoon?”

“Nah, professor was sick.”

“Hmmm.” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “Hmmm.”

Awkward silence.

“Tell you what,” she says. “Go to your room and put on your gym shorts.”

I went to my room, wondering what the hell this meant.

“Come into my room when you’re done”, she hollers.

I amble in a minute later wearing my shorts and a t-shirt.

“You don’t listen very well. I said gym shorts. Take that shirt off.”

“Fine, jeez…”

I notice she has something in her hand, something chrome, metallic. It looks heavy.

“Lay down on the bed, your head on this pillow”, she indicates.

Ok…

“Left arm up to the headboard. Don’t move.”

Ok…

Swiftly, deftly, she takes the metal from her hands. She clamps a handcuff on my left wrist. I yank my hand down, away from her.

“What the hell, Vickie? Handcuffs?”

“Shut up now. Just go with it.”

Reluctantly, i let her cuff my left hand to the brass rail of the bed.

“Comfy?”, she asks.

I nod in the affirmative. My left arm is resting on pillows, it’s not bad, I guess. My right hand is free…

“Locked in?”

I pull on the cuff. It digs into my wrist a little. But I’m chained in, I can’t get out.

“Alrighty then”, she says. “Since you are such a pervert, but otherwise a good guy, I figure I should help you with your problem. Now then, take off your shorts.”

I don’t move for a moment. So she tells me again, firmer this time.

“Take them off, or you’ll be very, very sorry”

Well I don’t want to be sorry, sure enough. With my free right hand, I struggle out of the shorts. Have to do some gyrations, but they are off.

I’m naked on the bed. In front of my sister.

“You know, your cock isn’t half bad… for an asshole, that is.”

“Uh… thanks?”

“Get it hard. Now. Stroke it. You’re going to jerk off for me.”

“Vickie, look, I’m sorry about the other day…”

“Stroke it now!” She grabs my hand and puts it on my cock! I start stroking it.

I stroke it for a bit… Nothing happens. I’m too nervous. I look at her with, I guess, a pathetic face.

“Oh… alright. Look all you want.”

Vickie stands up, thrusting her chest out. She’s got a hot blouse on. Reaching behind her, she un-does the buttons and takes it off. Now, she’s standing in front of me in her designer jeans and black bra.

Something happens in my groin.

“Not so nervous now, are you?” She smiles at me.

Her cleavage is gorgeous. Bending over towards me, she pulls on her bra, showing more cleavage to me.

I’m fully fucking hard now, slowly stroking. Some pre-cum has arrived at the tip of my cock. I work it into my hand that is clamped down so very tight on my dick. Vickie continues to rub her bra-covered tits.

Staring into my eyes, she reaches behind her back… and unclasps her bra. I can barely breathe.

Vickie leans forward a bit, the straps falling from her shoulders. Cupping her breasts, the bra falls slightly away from her. But I can’t see anything yet. She turns her back to me and throws the bra at me. I still haven’t seen her tits yet.

“Use it,” she commands. “Soil it.”

As if I have no will of my own, I take her bra and fully sniff it… mmmmmmm… and then I rub my cock into the cups, streaking the inside of her bra with my pre-cum.

“Good boy”, she says. “Now you’re going to get just one minute. I suggest you make the most of it… Go!”

And with that, Vickie turns around and gives me a total and complete view of her spectacular tits. Double-Ds, as I’ve said before. She cups them, squeezes them, tit flesh spills out between her fingers. She mashes them, manipulates them, bounces them… holy fuck…

Tweaking her nipples, she reminds me… “15 seconds.”

I’m stroking my cock so hard, my hand has a death grip on the bra cup surrounding my cock. Vickie takes her left tit in both hands… raises it to her face…

“Cum now for me…” she whispers.

Vickie extends her tongue and touches her nipple with it.

I just go fucking nuts. I didn’t know that could happen! I’m convinced my orgasm may actually make it to the Guiness Book. Cum is flying all over me, her bra, the wall. long ropes of cum streak out from my cock. Jesus Christ it feels so good… exquisite. OMFG, as we say today.

“Look what you did to my bra,” she sighs. It’s a friggin mess, of course, cum in the one cup, cum on the outside of the other.

Vickie take the bra from my hands, giving me the ‘tsk tsk’ sound.

“Sorry…” I manage, surprised because for a while I couldn’t even speak.

Vickie takes the bra and the semi clean cup and, get this, wipes it INTO the cum on my abdomen. Then, she puts the bra up to her tits!

“Mmm, warm… good boy.” She clasps the bra back together.

“Going to hang out tonight with the girls, maybe I’ll give them a whiff of you.”

I don’t know what to fucking say. She’s wearing a bra with my cum in it’s cups. My cum is on her tits. I know, you already figured that out. I just like saying it. My cum on her tits…

“Mom will be home soon”, says Vick. “Get out of here and don’t bother me anymore, creep.”

She tosses me the handcuff key and walks to the bathroom.

Stunned, I wipe up with Kleenex. I go back to my room and try to figure this out. Vickie gives me pleasure, but she also seems to want to humiliate me to some extent. I’m feeling a little un-manly, like I’m just her toy. But then, so-fucking-what. This is a great day!!

***

It’s next Friday. Things are normal between Vickie and me (Vickie and I?). Normal in the sense that we don’t talk about what happened last Friday. Not a hint. I whack off all the time, with Vickie’s tits front and center in my imagination. She bangs on the wall sometimes at night when she hears me masturbating. That just makes me do it more.

At the college, she catches up with me and says she needs a ride home with me. Usually she goes with one of her friends, but that friend, Vanessa, isn’t here today and Vickie has no choice but to miss class in order to have a ride home.

So, if I’m not mistaken, we’ll be home alone again on a Friday afternoon.

The ride home is a little awkward. I’m wondering if we’re going to do anything or what. Vickie is just reading her Econ book.

“What are you doing this afternoon?” she asks out of the blue.

“Uh… no plans… why?”

“Don’t you have some friends to hang with or something?”

“No, my buds went to school in the city, you know…”

“Well, why don’t you get a girlfriend or something?”

Where’s Vickie going with this? Sounds like she wants me to move along or something.

“Well, those things take time. I don’t have anyone right now, you know that…”

She sighs.

Getting out of the car at home, she stops for a few moments. Then she tells me to be in her room in 30 minutes, exactly. And to bring my new Def Leppard record. And to not wear any fucking clothes. I just nod.

A long thirty minutes goes by.

I knock and enter her room. Vickie isn’t there. There’s a note on the bed with the handcuffs, it reads:

“Play Pour some sugar on me.
Play it loud.
Cuff your left hand to the bed.
Don’t fuck this up.”

Pour Some Sugar on Me, an awesome tune from Def Leppard. I guess she wants it on! this might be fun…

I crank it up good and loud, then quickly jump on her bed and clamp my left hand in. The song starts with an intro, and then the drums kick in strong.

In time with the drums entrance, Vickie pops out of the bathroom door wearing this freaky black leather teddy kind of a thing, g-string, high heels, leather wrist cuffs with metal studs, and finally, a leather choker collar also with studs.

Her hair is done up in full 80’s ‘Big Hair’ mode. And she’s got some outrageous Rocker chick makeup on.

Anyways, she comes flying into the bedroom, dancing around in perfect time with the music. She reminds me of the movie ‘Flashdance’ with all her crazy and sexy moves. Very soon, she yanks open her teddy, letting her tits spill out. As she gyrates around the room, her tits bounce and sway and drive me fucking crazy.

Finally, we’re getting to the chorus, the “Pour some sugar on me” part. She kicks off her shoes and gets on the bed, and stands right over me. Her feet are like at my sides. I take my hand off my cock and start to feel her left calf. She glares at me and shakes her head ‘no’. I re-grab my cock and she continues to gyrate above me.

What an awesome sight, her tits swaying above me… she leans forward against the wall, like she’s being arrested or something. Those beautiful tits are in full hang mode. I’m stroking and stroking. I think I may need a blood transfusion because there’s none left in my main body, it’s all in my cock.

She lowers herself down onto me, her tits just out of reach of my face. She pushes my forehead back down into the pillows and laughs. Now she’s sitting on my chest, straddling me. Her pussy is hiding in the G-string, but it’s literally inches from me. i can smell her.

I try to move my arm to grab her ass, but it’s clamped down by her leg. I can only grab my dick. So I keep stroking, but this can’t go on for very long.

The chorus comes around again. Vickie yells over the music, “Cum now. Do it”

Then, she sings aloud with the chorus, “Pour some sugar on me” as she cups her breasts for me. She pulls them to her face and frantically licks her nipples, back and forth to each one… She repeats the chorus with the band a few more times.

I arch my back as my orgasm hits me full force. Huge spurt after huge spurt hits Vickie’s back and ass cheeks. I jerk again with cum spasms, Vickie almost falls tits first into my face, but catches herself, dammit.

“Stay…” she commands. She gets up and turns the music down, then comes back and straddles me like she was before. She grinds her ass and cunt into my stomach and chest, grinding into the huge amount of my cum.

“Vickie…” I start. “I want to touch…”

“No!” she cuts me off. “You can’t touch me. That’s wrong and perverted!”

I’m surprised by the vehement rejection. I mean, she’s grinding her cunt into my cum and chest, but I can’t touch her. Oh well… my whole arm is locked in by her leg so I can’t move it anyway.

Vickie then slides a hand into her G-string.

“Women need to masturbate, too, ya know… But I can’t let you touch me… God I’m so wet… you can’t… touch… me… ” Vickie’s panting now as she works her fingers into her cunt. I’m still hard, and am stroking again.

“This is so Wrong… so… wrong… ” she whispers. “It’s all wrong… your cum is on my ass. It’s even here… on my pussy…” She continues to frig herself. I’m stroking, too, goddammit.

“And your cum was on my tits last week… mmm… my tits…” she grabs her left tit and pulls it up to her face…

“Look… I can suck my own tit… see?… mmmm… mmm….” Vickie makes smacking noises as she sucks hard on her nipple. i can’t stand it anymore.

“I’m cumming again,” I announce.

“Oh let me see!” She rises up on her haunches, her left hand supporting her while her right hand keeps fingering her cunt. She looks back between her hanging breasts, between her sweating thighs at my cock as it shoots almost as much sperm as it did five minutes ago.

“Yes!” she cries. “Yes… cum for me again…”

Vickie’s own orgasm wracks her body. She momentarily forgets her purpose (that of me not touching her) and sags somewhat, then collapses on top of me. Her tits MASH into my face! I was watching the one closest to me the whole time, so when it came closer I was ready. I tilt my head back somewhat and open my mouth as she crumbles from her cum.

Her nipple, her beautiful, erect, left nipple, landed right in my mouth. Followed momentarily, of course, by the rest of her tit squishing into my face.

I sucked as hard as I could on her fucking tit. Jesus, the softness, the firmness, i was in heaven. My right hand, no longer pinned by her legs, reaches up and I grab her sperm-covered ass cheek and squeeze hard. Unfortunately, it takes much longer to write about this than it actually happened. In truth, I sucked for maybe three seconds until she snapped back to her senses.

“NO!” she yelled and rolled off to my right. I reached out with my free hand to try and stop her, but the handcuffs limit my reach and she runs to the bathroom.

A full 15 minutes goes by. I’ve cum twice and my cock is kind of tired. It’s just looking at me as if to say “no more!”, but I’m still thinking about all what happened and it stays semi-hard.

Vickie comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her. The shower is on, she’s waiting for it to warm up. She’s been crying, I think. She rummages through her underwear drawer and gets some bits out. Goes to her closet and picks out a blouse and tight skirt.

Just before she goes back to the bathroom for her shower, she tosses me the handcuff keys.

“David… this is it. No more. okay?” Without waiting for me to answer, she shuts the door firmly.

I let myself out of the cuffs and her room.

This is the most awesome experience of my life! And yet, Vickie seems sad, so I’m also confused… maybe she’s right, we shouldn’t do this anymore…

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I’m having a lot of trouble clearing my head from what went down yesterday afternoon (Friday). As you may recall, my sister, Vickie, handcuffed me to her brass rail bed (for the second time in two weeks) and danced topless for me. I jacked off, twice, and she came once while sitting on my chest.

Then, for reasons unknown, she got seemingly angry and told me this will never happen again. Yeah, I know, ‘mixed signals from a woman, who would’ve thought that’. Right?

I got my mouth on her tit for a couple seconds. But those were glorious seconds indeed. Today, Vickie is gone off with her girlfriends somewhere. I’ve got my college studies to do but am having a HELL of a time concentrating. I’ve jacked off three times and it’s not even noon yet. Still, I can’t think about Accounting 101 for more than a few minutes before I drift away in my mind to yesterday. It’s a struggle.

Vickie is distant to me all week. Not mean, just not very engaging. I guess it was too much to expect for this to continue. It ain’t right, after all.

Fridays, as you may recall, used to be my only alone time in the house. Except for brief store runs,Mom’s home all the time on weekends. But then for two Fridays in a row, Vickie and I had some wild jackoff sessions.

Now today, Friday, I drive home from school by myself. Not sure where Vickie is going to be this afternoon. She says we’re all done. I’ll just whack a few times in my room, I guess. Fuck, this is pissing me off. She got me all revved up and leaves me high and dry.

Slamming my books on the kitchen table, I stomp into my room. At least I’ve got one porno mag to help me out.

But wait… there’s a note on my bed!

“The girls and I are swimming at Aunt Betty’s.
You should take a look, like you used to
with your binoculars in the tree.

(signed) V”

Like I used to? She knew about that? Aunt Betty lives next door, but she isn’t our Aunt. She’s the aunt of Michele, one of Vickie’s best friends. Vanessa is her other best friend. When she says ‘The girls’ she means them. They’ve been a trio since forever.

My binoculars are there on my desk, I know I didn’t leave them there! Hmmm, thanks sis. I change into my gym shorts and a T-shirt. It’s the end of September, but in our state it is still plenty hot.

I go out to the corner of our yard and try and climb the big oak there. It’s not easy, I’m trying to be quiet and stealthy and not shake the tree so they’ll notice. The girls have their radio playing, though, and they are about 30 yards away.

I find a spot in the tree where I can sit and, I hope, not be seen but still see them. I train my binoculars on my targets… bingo!

Vanessa. She’s a little short, maybe 5-2 or so. Her family is from the Basque region of Spain. Those women tend to be stacked like brick shithouses, and passionate. Vanessa is no exception. She has humongous tits. H-cups. I didn’t know this at the time, but I know this now. Anyway, H-cups. Go on the internet and look up some chick with H tits and you’ll see what I’m talking about. She’s the kind of girl that brings out the wolf in every man. Even gays. She’s a bit thick of body, but man is she nice. Somewhat darker skin, black hair, nice teeth, pretty girl. Oh, and real big tits. Did I say that already?

Michele. To be honest, I’ve always had a crush on Michele. She’s just so sweet, and kind, and her face is so beautiful… and her body fucking rocks, too. She’s similar to my sister except an inch or two taller. Brunette. The absolute best ass you’ve ever seen. Hardly anybody can not look at her as she goes by. And yet, she’s always been so nice to me, but not in a patronizing way, she’s genuinely sweet. Ahhh Michele…

The girls are splashing around in the pool, talking, laughing, etc. Finally, they get out. Ok man! They go to their lounge chairs and lay on their stomachs, all dripping wet. Please God…

And yes! After a couple moments, each girl reaches back and undoes her bikini top so they don’t get a white line on their back. They are still on their stomachs, though. Sideage. It’s like cleavage, only from the side. This is nice. This is what i used to see growing up.

They lay there for a few minutes, drying in the sun. Eventually, my sister Vickie (remember, she has double-Ds) rises up off her lounge chair! Man, her tits look great in the binocs. She looks around for something… ah… the baby oil. Got to maximize the tan! The two girls laying down have their heads towards Aunt Betty’s house. And I swear, Vickie looked over at my tree and gave a tiny wave. She knows I’m watching.

She undoes the top of the baby oil and goes to pour it on Vanessa’s back. Instead of a tiny squirt of oil, it gushes out all over Vanessa! A couple screams and laughs, and Vickie is trying to clean it off of Vanessa. Vanessa has risen up on her elbows. Her tits are so fucking big, I’m not even close to seeing her nipple, though.

Vickie rubs the oil all over Vanessa’s back, and even on her sides, and then EVEN on her side of her tits! Jesus christ! Vanessa doesn’t even bat an eye. I can see Vanessa spread her legs a bit so Vickie can rub some oil into her legs. Vickie seems to spend a fair amount of time on Vanessa’s inside thighs… That gets Vanessa to move! She extends her arms, rising up completely… Score one for me! I see nipple!! fucking huge areolas, too. Sweet! Vanessa settles back down on her chest on the lounge. Damn.

But Vickie seems to have a problem. There’s still way too much oil on Vanessa’s back. So she lays her body down right on top of Vanessa! She slips and slide in the oil, greasing up her entire front. My hard cock is now at the bursting point. It might just cum all by itself and never stop…

Vickie returns to her own chair and sits normally in it, facing the sun. She finishes the oiling job, making extra sure her tits are covered. She looks at my tree and smiles as she smashes her oiled-up tits together. She tweaks her nipples, getting them hard.

The music stops, the casette tape needs to be turned over but none of them want to do it. Michele wants someone to oil her back, but Vickie explains that all the oil is still spilled on Vanessa’s back. Michele gives Vickie a fake mean look, then gets up off her lounge chair.

I’m dying in my tree. Here’s Michele, completely topless, walking around like nothing! Her tits are just fantastic. The best ones I’ve ever seen! Well, not just at this point, but In my entire life. Instead of grinding onto Vanessa’s back to get some baby oil, she’s a bit more dainty about it. She kneels beside Vanessa and just leans her tits onto Vanessa’s back. Yes, she’s dipping her hot tits into steamy hot baby oil from a smoking girls naked back. Vanessa, I never knew you could be like this! She rubs the oil all over her front. She spends some time on her tits, but nothing like my slutty sister did.

About ten minutes goes by. I’m just scoping out Michele’s tits, which are true beauties. I go back and forth to Vickie’s tits, and watch Vanessa’s enormous side tits, also. I can’t quite hear the conversations, but the two friends are looking at Vickie as she’s telling some story. Once, she made the jack-off gesture. No, she wouldn’t be telling them… would she? No… She dates lots of guys, she’s certainly telling some story about some guy.

Then Vickie stands up and stretches her golden body. She’s glistening in the sun. My erection is trying to climb over the fence, I tell it to sit tight, I’ll jack you off in a few minutes. Vickie goes in the house. A couple minutes later I can hear her holler out “Hey, help me with the sandwiches.” Reluctantly, Vanessa and Michele rise from their lounges. Now I get to see Vanessa’s huge tits completely as she stands up and tries to get her bikini top on. She has some trouble getting it on over her big tits. Christ, they are monsters! They go inside to make the sandwiches.

Now I’m in a quandary. Are they done? Are they going to come back out? Should I just rub one out now and shoot cum all over the grass and the rose bushes? Why don’t I have a camera with a zoom lens? I should really take up photography as a hobby…

“Whatcha doing up there, pervert?” asks Vickie. My darling sister has done it again. They ran around the front and came in through the side gate without me hearing them. Caught me in the act. Only this time, she’s not alone. Vanessa and Michele are with her.

They are all standing there with their hands on their hips, like they want an explanation. I’m completely red-faced, totally ashamed of my cock which I didn’t realize was out of my shorts.

“Get down here, now!” Vickie commands. God she is such a bitch sometimes.

I mumble something about a biology project for school, afraid to look at Vanessa or Michele. Especially not Michele. She will think I’m some kind of low-life retard now.

“Come inside, buster!” Vickie grabs my arm and hauls me inside the house. I don’t know what else to do.

“Ok,” she whispers to me. “Just go with me on this. Trust me like you have before, you’ll like this.”

Ok, good. so there’s a plan. I’m sure it involves embarrassing me somehow, though.

We go in her room. “Undress and lay on the bed. Both hands over your head this time.” And she cuffs both my wrists through the brass rail. I can’t get out at all. I’m very nervous, but also excited… my cock is hard…

Vickie calls out, “Ok girls! Come on in!”

And in walks Vanessa and Michele. They both gasp and utter some ‘holy shits’ and ‘oh my gods’ as they see me naked and handcuffed to the bed.

“I told you he was a pervert! I think it’s only fair that you get a good look at him, since he got such a good look at you.”

Vanessa is completely intrigued. She comes right over to the bed. “So uh… can I touch him?”

“Of course!” exclaims Vickie. “Although… he is naked. It’s only fair that you show something if you’re going to touch him. In fact, we should all at least take our tops off.” Vickie yanks her top off, exposing her shiny tits.

Michele started to protest, saying that it’s humiliating to me. Thank you, Michele. However she was quickly cut off by Vickie.

Vanessa lifted her bikini top up, exposing her huge-ass knockers. She grabbed my cock. Pre-cum came out of the tip instantly, dribbling on her fingers.

Vanessa took her sticky fingers and rubbed it into her right nipple.

“You want a taste?” she asked.

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing him!” cried Michele. Damn right I’m embarrassed. But, at the same time, I almost got to suck on a huge tit…

“Maybe some other time, then” says Vanessa as she coerces her gigantic floppers back into her suit.

Vickie, having taken her top off a minute ago, looked at Michele and said, “Well, we’re waiting!”

“Sorry sweetie, I’m not having any more part of this. You should let him go” And Michele left the room. My hero. My honey.

“Alright alright”, says Vickie. “You girls go back to the pool and I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

After they leave, my sister turns to me and says, “Are you alright? I just wanted you to see the girls a little bit. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad. A little embarrassed. Plus I’m fucking dying to cum and I can’t even jerk off!” I’m truly dying of blue balls.

Smirking, Vickie says “Spread your legs, Davey boy.” She crawls onto the bed, comes up between my legs.

She then drags her fucking hanging tits onto my cock. Her rigid nipples scrape my fucking dick and the main vein. Vickie sets her nipple right on the sweet spot of my cock.

Vickie looks me in the eye, and lowers her tits onto my thighs. She props herself up on her elbows. She works her tits around my cock. Her still oily tits. god they are so hot.

“My tits are going to jack you off… is that ok sweetie? Mmmm… such a good boy today… getting naked for my friends… seeing their tits… now you’ve got my tits wrapped around your cock… look at my nipples… I’m squeezing them for you… feel that titflesh on your cock…. yesssss… up and down… “

Do I have to say that I’m completely losing my mind right now? A glorious titfuck from my sister…

“You sucked them the other day… just for a moment… after you did that I sucked them later… almost all night… sucking my own tits… Maybe you can suck them again…”

I lost it. Convulsions took me, I came and came and came, and came some more. Vickie took most of it on the underside of her chin, the cum splashing back onto her gorgeous fucking big tits. She giggled and laughed as I roared with pleasure.

She rises up off me, and proceeds to lick my cum off her tits. Sweet Jesus and Mary and everybody else…

She crawls up on me and puts her tits in my face.

“Suck Them”, she says. “And rise your right leg up some. yeah, right there…”

I draw her nipple into my mouth. My sisters nipple. I suck as much as I can, trying to get her whole tit in my mouth, which is impossible, of course. I can taste remnants of my cum, baby oil, her body sweat… ambrosia, baby. I molest her hard nipple. Sucking for all I’m worth.

As I suck on her tit, she alternates them back and forth, motorboating me, and she humps my leg. I can feel her hot wetness on my right thigh as she violently humps my leg.

In 30 seconds, she cums. I can feel her body tremble as the spasms wrack her. Hot pussy juices coat my leg as she continues to slide up and down my thigh… Unfortunately she gets off me. I’m still handcuffed, of course, and can’t stop her. She goes down and licks my thigh, the one with her cunt juices on it.

“Mmmm… you should taste this…”

“I would”, I protest. “If you’d let me out!”

She dips a hand into her pussy for a moment. She withdraws it, her fingers coated with sticky stuff. She eyeballs me, and puts her sticky fingers to my lips, running them all around my mouth. I’m trying to suck on them, but she avoids that. Vickie gives me a gentle slap on my face.

“Naughty boy! You shouldn’t be thinking of your sister this way…”

Laughing, she dips her hand into her pussy again. Then she smears it all over my face.

“Say goodbye to the girls”, she says, indicating her tits.

“Bye girls”, I say. “I’ll miss you both, deeply!”

Vickie puts her bikini back on, and covers up with a bathrobe, too. Carefully, she comes to unlock my cuffs. She knows she’s on a bit of thin ice here. My cock is still rock hard, if she unlocks me I might just grab her…

She reaches across, and manages to unlock one of my bracelets. With lightning speed, she jumps away and jets out of the room.

I pick up the key and unlock the other bracelet. With nothing better to do, I wipe my face with my hand, scooping up some of her pussy juices that she laid on me. I firmly grip my cock, now sticky with her cunt juice. I furiously jack off, right in her bed. My mind is so full of sexual thoughts I can’t think straight. Part of me wants revenge for the teasing, the not letting me touch. Part of me is exhilarated by what what has happened, too. Seeing Vanessa’s humongous tits. Sucking Vickie’s tits. Seeing Michele topless… Michele…

I had planned on opening Vickie’s underwear drawer and cumming on all of her bras. Instead, I roll on my stomach and hump her satiny bedspread until I cum freestyle all over her bed. Passive/Aggressive behavior. I know that now, didn’t know it then. I knew it was a pussy move though. Not something a man would do. I still had some growing up to do.

***

Mid-terms this week. Oddball schedules. Cramming sessions. But no sexual cramming, just book cramming. I’m trying to get my shit together. Even with all of this going on, I’m curious what’s going to happen on Friday. The last few Fridays have been very interesting, to say the least. I still jack off 3-4 times a day. Do I even have to say that? You can just assume that unless stated otherwise.

Vickie and I are getting along famously. She’s helping me with my finance course-work. Thankfully, she wears sweatshirts and no makeup. We don’t talk about things like me tittyfucking her, or handcuffs, or anything. I slap her ass once in a while, she doesn’t mind.

But something tells me not to push it. Is it her, or is it just me being a wimp?

Thursday night, Mom informs us that she’s taking Friday off! Time for her annual Spring Cleaning! Never mind that it’s fall and the leaves are changing.

Friday I have no classes because of mid-terms, but have to be up early to help mom in the garage. That goes til lunchtime. Vickie has been on the phone with one of her friends for the past hour. I’m pissed off because she’s getting out of the nasty work and goofing off on the phone. Meanwhile I’m stuck with Mom and get to hear about the stupid nurses at her stupid office.

“Davey!” I hate it when Vickie calls me that. Sounds diminutive. “Want to make some money today?”

“Yeah sure”, I reply. “Doing what?”

“Some yard work, over at the Aramendia’s. If that’s okay with you, Mom. They want to pay him $20 for the afternoon. I’ll help you with the hall closet, Mom.”

The Aramendia’s. As in, Vanessa Aramendia. Vanessa of the H-cup.

Mom says it’s fine, just be home for dinner.

I get our lawnmower and stuff it in the trunk of the Buick and drive the 4 blocks over to Vanessa’s house.

Mrs. Aramendia meets me at the door. Now, we didn’t have the term MILF in those days. But we should’ve. Mrs. A had even bigger tits than her daughter. And such pretty skin. Anyway, she proceeds to give me the instructions; mow the lawn, trim this hedge, leave those flowers alone etc. etc. Their boy, Danny, was weekending with their divorced Dad on a camping trip. I say hello to Vanessa, who’s inside doing some chores.

Mowing the lawn. I actually like doing this. It’s therapeutic. The loud noise drowns out everything, you try and make the cuts straight, repetitive motions… it’s soothing. After almost an hour, Im nearly finished with the lawn. Mrs. A flags me down.

“David, I have to run into town and cover the real estate office this afternoon. Now, do me a favor? Vanessa is on restriction. She’s mouthed off to me just too many times. See that she doesn’t leave the house?”

Yeah, no problem, I’ll keep an eye on her.

Starting to trim the hedge now. I take off my shirt. I check myself out a little. I can actually see some improvement in my arms, some definition. That weight bench and bar is working! I do smell pretty fierce, though.

I head to the backyard to finish the job back there. Still haven’t seen Vanessa since I said hi earlier. I have this fantasy about her waiting for me in the backyard. But, nothing.

Finally, I’m raking up the last of the leaves and putting them in the bin. Vanessa comes out the back door with a tray of something, i can’t quite see. She waves me over. The sun is still out and it’s quite warm. She’s wearing a tube top and short-shorts. Jesus fucking hell.

She’s brought out two cold bottles of Sam Adams and some potato chips and ranch dip. Still sweating, I drain half the beer in one series of gulps.

I burp an enormous belch, we both laugh. “Sorry! But thanks, that beer is so good right now.”

We sit and chat about nothing for a few minutes, munching on the chips. Then she gets all semi-serious.

“David, we have some unfinished business.”

I give her the ‘whatchoo talking bout willis’ look.

“Last week, after the pool. I wanted you to suck my tits. But Michele and then your sister kicked me out of the room. I don’t know what you and Vickie did after that, but I know it was something. That’s not right. It was my time.”

“Well…” I stammer. I’m so eloquent sometimes. “We uh… I mean Vickie and I didn’t do any…”

“Bullshit!” responds Vanessa, cutting me off. “I smelled cum on her when she came back out. Now I want some of that.” And she stood up, her tits towering over me.

I stood up too. With only a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed her tube top and yanked it down. Her bountiful breasts sprang out. I stared for a few moments… transfixed…

“Uh… um… may I… touch…” Stammering again… Jesus Christ I have no balls whatsoever…

“Oh for heaven’s sake” cried Vanessa. She grabbed my head and pulled my face right into her tits. Unlike with my sister, though, my hands were free this time!

I turned into an octopus. Hands everywhere, all over her tits. Squeezing, kneading, testing, hefting. And i kissed and sucked and licked as much as I possibly could.

“Okay okay!” laughed Vanessa. “You can’t do it all at once, let’s go inside.”

Hand in hand, we walked into her house and back to her bedroom.

“You gonna keep your jeans on, Tiger?” she asked. She wriggled out of her shorts. No underwear, of course. She has a rather abundant forest between her legs. Basque chicks.

“One rule. You can’t fuck me. We… can’t fuck.”

I looked at her. “Well, we could actually, I mean I could…”

“I will kick you in the balls if you try it. I promise you that. Don’t fuck me.”

“Umm… ok… but why not?”

“Because I will kick you in the balls, that’s why not.” She reached between my legs and grabbed my ball sac. She squeezed ever so slightly. “You understand me, David?”

“Yeah yeah, I won’t fuck you. Jeez…”

“Okay then.” Vanessa laid down on her bed. Her tits splayed out to her sides. “Go get ’em, Tiger.”

I pounced on the bed. A hand on each enormous tit, I played with them, pushed them around, squeezed them, tested their flexibility, pulled on her nipples. The whole time Vanessa is just going “yes, yes” or “more more”. I pushed them up to her face. Her enormous jugs actually surround her face, framing it.

“Can you suck your own nipples?”

“Of course, love to! Help me do it, though.” I grab a tit and position it to her mouth. Her soft lips envelop her hard nipple.

Now might be a good time to discuss her nipples. These motherfuckers rise almost an inch off the tit surface. They were surrounded by nearly saucer size aereolas. These had lots of micro-bumps on them. I spent a LOT of time with these tits that day.

“Switch”, she called out. I moved the other one up to her and she gulped it down for me. By the way, this became my favorite turn-on of all time; a woman sucking her own breasts. Don’t get me wrong, smaller breasts are fine. I’ve had many of them throughout my life and they’re all wonderful. Some things are just… well different strokes and all that.

Vanessa released the slobbery nipple, then raised her eyebrows and said, “Want some?”

I bent down and slowly circled her nipple with my tongue, swirling around in Vanessa’s saliva. She stuck her tongue out and when our tongues met, sparks flew. Giggling, we had a tongue fight over her nipple, kind of a ‘king of the hill’ thing.

I won the Battle of the Right Nipple, as it came to be called by historians. But I cheated. I clamped down with my teeth (she squeals loudly when I do that) and manhandled it away from Vanessa’s hungry mouth and pulls it down her chest. Ah, I love the smell of sweaty tits in the afternoon. Smells like… victory.

Taking a slight break to relax my jaw, I ask Vanessa, “Why does your mother have you on restriction? Have you been bad?”

“What did you and Vickie do after we left your room, huh?”

“Oh ho! Not fair! I asked you first” And I pinch her nipple. I think I’m squeezing fairly hard.

“Is that all you’ve got?” ,she taunts.

I squeeze harder.

“Not telling.”

I squeeze as hard as I can. I’m squeezing her nipple like a motherfucker.

“Yawn.” she says.

Pissed now, I bite her tit. I just dive in and bite the fucker.

“Yow!!” She cries. “Okay okay!” and she rubs her nipple, trying to soothe it.

“Well?” I ask. And I grab her other monster tit and threaten to bite it also.

“Ok! I went into Mom’s room this morning to ask her about today, what we’re gonna do and stuff. Well, she was on her bed, masturbating with a dildo.”

Holy shit, Mrs A likes the dildos! I start sucking on Vanessa’s previously unbitten nipple. I put a little teeth on it, threatening her.

“I didn’t say anything”, Vanessa continues. “I just stood there quietly and watched her.”

I have to ask. “Was she naked?”

“Yes, of course. She um… she likes to suck on her own tits like I do.”

Christ I am really liking this story. The hot mom goes wild and gets caught.

I bite down on her nipple slightly, giving her more encouragement.

“So she cums. She’s being real quiet, ya know. But she shakes and quivers a lot, arches her back and stuff. It’s a good hard orgasm. Then she pulls out the dildo and shoves it into her mouth.”

As I’m sucking her tit, my right hand moves down through the Black Forest. I find it very damp and moist in there. My fingers sink into her velvet folds of skin…

“Ooh… nice… thank you… So right when she’s licking her cum off the top part of the dildo, I say something like ‘Wow mom, I thought I was a total slut!’ I was just kidding, but she didn’t take it very well and yelled and screamed and sent me to my room. I was there until you came today after lunch.”

“You’re such a pervert!” I tell her, jamming two fingers up her cunt. Why won’t she let me fuck this cunt?

“Ok, your turn. What did you and vickie do after we left the room?”

“Well… I don’t respond to pain like you do. Pleasure works better on me…”

Vanessa jumps up and pushes me back on the bed. she lays across my legs, her tits pressed into my thighs. She grabs my cock in her hand. Pre-cum is flowing out of the tip of my granite cock. She strokes a couple times. “Start talking.”

“Well, I was very aroused by watching you girls at the pool. And then having your tits in my face…”

I stop talking. She strokes me some more and says “Go on.”

“No.”

Vanessa looks at me, then looks down at my cock. She tongues the main vein, starting from the base and works her way up to the tip. She’s pushing a bow-wave of pre-cum. It pours onto my stomach. She slurps it up and swallows it. Grabbing my cock and raising it up a bit she licks the tip of my cock before engulfing it in her wet mouth.

She looks me in the eye. Releases my cock from her mouth. “Continue.”

I can’t fucking think for a moment. This is my first blow job, with my sister’s best friend with enormous tits, and I have to talk about a weird encounter with my own big-titted sister?

Vanessa stops blowing me and looks at me.

“Well… we uh… Vickie came back in the room and jumped on top of me.”

Vanessa starts going down on my cock, further this time.

“Her tits were all oily, you know. From when she rubbed them on your body.” God that was a sight to see! I loved that part…

Vanessa is rhythmically going up and down my entire shaft of cock…

“She wrapped her tits around my cock. And she titfucked me until I came.”

Vanessa released my cock again.

“Tell me, tell me about the cum.”

“I shot so many loads of cum. Most went on her chin and dripped back down onto her tits and my cock. Vickie rubbed the cum on her tits, and sucked some of it in her mouth. Then she put her tits in my face.”

Vanessa has me very close now. Recounting the story to her has got me hot, and her fucking mouth and tongue are killing me with pleasure.

“I loved it,” I continue. “But I was a little disappointed. I wanted to cum in her mouth…”

Vanessa raised off my cock for a quick second.

“Cum in mine.”

She clamped back down on my cock, more voracious than ever. Her mouth felt like a hot steam pressure cooker on my aching cock. She pressed her lips tighter around my shaft, I could fell her press her tongue more against me…

I exploded in her mouth. Great fucking gushes of cum charged through my penis and emptied into her mouth. Again, Again, and some more… again…

Vanessa never once opened her mouth, or allowed any to seep out. She swallowed it all down. She licks my cock up, cleaning it of all cum.

I am lost in never-never land. I’m emotionally and physically drained. And my cum reservoir is drained, also. I’m just muttering “oh my god” and am not sure where I even am. Panting and sweating, I just lay there like a rag doll.

Vanessa snuggles up and kisses me on the lips. Gently, tenderly, warmly. I can taste a little cum in there but so fucking what.

“Did you like that?” Vanessa whispers.

I nod my head and whisper “yes… yes… yes…”

“Just rest a little.”

I actually fall asleep for about 20 minutes. The yardwork, the beer, the awesome blowjob just knocked me out.

Unfortunately, the phone rings. It’s Vickie, my sister, wondering when I’m coming home.

“He’s resting right now,” I hear Vanessa respond. “Yep… very tired… Yes he did a lot of work… no he’s not quite finished… I need another chore done… yeah that one… Yeah within an hour.” she hangs up the phone.

“Hey big boy, they want you back at the ranch soon, wake up.”

I’m somewhat rested, feeling a little perky, even.

“What else do you want to do before you go home?”

“Um… no fucking, right?”

“Right.”

“Can I… should I lick your pussy?”

“Nope, can’t do that either. Ball kick.”

Well fuck me! I’ve got a fucking playground here but half of it’s closed!

“Damn you’re pissing me off, woman!” And I lightly slap her tit closest to me.

I’m amazed at the response to that little tit slap.

“Ooooo…” moans Vanessa, sharply intaking a breath and arching her back.

What the fuck? She liked that little slap. And the fake anger. Maybe let’s do that again.

“Yeah” … little tit slap… “I’m kinda pissed at you” … little slap on the other tit…

“Won’t let me fuck you” slightly harder slap “Won’t let me lick you” … even firmer slap… these are making a nice little noise, too. Her fucking tits jiggle like crazy with each slap. She likes it rough, the little minx. I totally wing it, trying to be a tough guy.

“Stand up,” I command. I grab her by the hair and roughly push her back against the wall. I squeeze her mouth in my hands.

“Yeah you swallowed my cum down. But you won’t fuck me, will you.”

“No fucking,” but her eyes are glistening with passion, and fear. She’s loving this.

I step it up a notch. As she’s standing up, I slap her tits so that I hit both tits in one slap.

She whimpers a bit.

Slap…. whimper… Slap… whimper… Slap… she’s almost crying now, head down, looking at the floor, sniffling a little.

I lift her head up, I tilt my head towards her, a questioning look on my face.

“Don’t… don’t stop… ” SLAP on her tits “don’t stop… I’ve been bad today…”

Tears leak out of her eyes. She stares at me. Defiant.

“And you still can’t fuck me.”

“You BITCH!” I holler and throw her back down on the bed, face down. I haul off and spank her ass so fucking hard. Red marks immediately appear on her ass cheeks as they suffer under my un-ending attack. I’m not mad at her, but some of my anger at Vickie is apparently rising to the surface.

I slow down the spanking. She doesn’t know when the next one is coming. Each spank produces more crying. I lift her up by her stomach, so she’s on her knees sticking her ass up in the air. Her cunt glistens in the light. I spank her cunt.

SLAP! … she screams…

SLAP! … she screams again…

SLAP! … she moans…

I grab her pussy… sinking three fingers deep into her cunt… she moans as I multi-finger fuck her vagina.

I push her so that she rolls onto her back. Her cheeks streaked with tears. I roughly spread her legs and return my hand to her wet and sloppy fucking pussy. The webbing of my hand and my thumb happen to be massaging her clit. (I didn’t know this was important at the time, just got lucky.)

I lean down and kiss Vanessa gently. She passionately responds, gripping my hand with her thighs, humping my poor defenseless hand. Her tongue flies into my mouth and we frantically french kiss.

“David” she whispers. “David… thank you… i needed this… make me cum… don’t stop…”

I rise off her and with my right hand still fucking her, I slap her tits some more. She crosses her arms under her tits, framing them, cradling them for me.

“You Cock-tease!”

“YES!”

SLAP! on her fucking tits

“You watched your Mom!”

“YES!”

SLAP!

“You want to suck her tits!”

“YES!”

SLAP!

“You want to eat your mom’s cunt!”

“NO!”

SLAP!

“Yes you do! Say it!”

“Noooooo”

SLAP!

“SAY IT!”

“FUCK! YES! I WANT TO LICK HER PUSSY!!!”

SLAP!

Vanessa just about breaks my wrist as she jerks with her orgasm. She screams “FUCK FUCK” over and over as she trembles and shakes with the cumming waves. My hand feels like it’s in a boiling vat of lava. I slap her tits a little more, which seems to send her over the edge again.

Finally, I pull my hand out of her cunt. It’s so fucking wet and juicy… I climb on top of Vanessa’s tits and jerk off quickly, it only takes a few strokes.

Vanessa gratefully opens her mouth and takes all my cum in her mouth. She swallows hungrily, then sucks my cock some more to get all of it out. She still has tears in her eyes. Maybe I went to far.

“uh…” I begin. “Sorry about the spanking… you alright?”

“Fine fine! I’m crying because this was the most amazing experience i’ve ever had! And we didn’t even fuck!”

“We still could” I say as I start spreading her legs.

“No no! Vickie told…” she stops talking.

“Vickie told you what?”

“She just said i couldn’t, that’s all. My mom’s going to be home any minute, you’ve gotta go.”

Vickie told her she couldn’t fuck me. So Vickie decides who I can fuck and who I can’t? What kind of game is this? I’m just a pawn in some kind of shit…

“Yeah, well…” I rub my pussy-juice coated hand in her face. And I slap her pretty hard. “Thanks for everything.”

I get up to leave and start dressing.

“Wait, don’t go away mad! This was fantastic! You are fantastic! You are so much more than you even know! Dear God you’re a better lover than the 112 guys I’ve had so far!!”

Well, she got me with that one.

“Ok Nessa,” I say. “I’m sorry to take it out on you. Your cock-sucking is fabulous, and I really enjoyed you. I’m just mad at Vickie, i guess.”

She kisses me, gently, lovingly, and presses her body against in a wonder-hug.

“Don’t be so hard on her. She wants what’s best for you. Without her… um… ‘help’… do you think you’d have gotten two blowjobs today? Spanked a pretty girls tits? Think about it…”

I kiss her with all the passion I’ve got. Gently caressing her face… gently slipping my tongue between her lips…

“I’m sorry, Nessie.”

We break off.

“See you soon, I hope.”

“Oh, you will sweetie,” she replies. “You will.”

As I’m getting my implements of yard destruction into my car, Vanessa’s Mom drives in the driveway. Shoot man, we had 7 minutes to spare. Not even close.

“Hey Mrs. ‘A’!”

“I’m so glad I caught you,” she exclaims as she gets out of her car. “I wanted to pay you your $20. And I see you did a great job… did Vanessa go anywhere?”

“No ma’am. She’s right here. Say… is that a new dress? You look fabulous!”

“Oh!” she cries. She’s flustered. I’ve flustered a 40 year old woman… “Matter of fact, it is new! It’s not too flashy is it?” She poses slightly.

Her dress looks fantastic, it accentuates her massive tits even more than before!

“Mrs. A,” I start. “You look great in that. It really shows off your… figure… very nicely”

Mrs. A actually blushes as I continue to stare at her. I don’t know what’s come over me, I usually can’t muster up the courage to even look adults in the eye, let alone openly leer at hot adult ladies.

“Well… yes… I agree!” she laughs. She fumbles in her purse.

“Ok… um… Davey… here’s your twenty, but wait… here’s another twenty for doing such fine work!”

I bypass the twenties and go straight in for the hug.

“Mrs. A! You didn’t have to do that!”

I give her a bear hug, and pick her up off her feet. Despite her H+ tits, she only weighs about 110 or so. I spin her around quickly and set her back down.

“Oh!” she exclaims, trying to fix her hair and such. “Well… yes… thank you, I mean… well I’m going inside now…”

I stuff the twenties in my pocket. I see Nessa in the window, she’s seen and heard all this. She gives me the big thumbs up and ducks back behind the curtains.

I drive home. It’s been a good day. A very good day. i don’t even hate Vickie right now. Whatever she’s doing, it’s working.

(Thank you for reading. Please check out Part 2! Comments and votes welcomed.)