The Labyrinth Extended Prologue
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Introduction:
A short, vague beginning to a long series
A word of warning: I am a very wordy writer and my stories are almost more about the stories and characters than the sex. If this isn't your cup of tea and you're looking for raunchy stories that get right into it, this story and others by me are not for you. This chapter is the prologue and is thus intentionally vague to begin with and somewhat heavy with exposition. I predict this series will go on for many, many chapters but I know it will take a while to get going. If you're ready for the long haul, I hope it's worth it and you enjoy!
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I felt the hot Hawaiian sun beating down on my face as I turned my head up to the sky, eyes closed, mouth lazily open, half lost in ecstasy and half focused on the task at hand. I could hear the very faint sounds of tourists playing and surfing and mingling on the beach 25 storeys below me. I opened my eyes and saw the clear blue sky, not a cloud to be seen, bright and beautiful. I was in paradise.
"Jordan...oh fuck...Jordan..."
And paradise was made so much better by Cammi. Her ass slammed repeatedly into my thighs as I fucked her standing doggy-style on our room's balcony. Her forearms were supporting her on the railing and she was on the tips of her toes. I ran my hand up slowly along her bare back and back down, feeling the softness of her sweaty skin. Our breathing was ragged and almost in sync. I have a habit of getting lost in the details during sex but hey, that's just how I do sex. I'm not some frat boy who's into quick and rough pump-and-dumps, I'm a connoisseur.
"There's a k** down there...that might be looking at us."
"Might?"
"I'm pretty sure he sees us."
"Well...that's the point isn't it?"
"Yeah but..."
"But what?"
"Ohmygod...uhh...uggh..."
This position is pretty tiring for me and apparently awesome for her so we breathe really heavily when we fuck like this. Actually we breathe really heavily no matter how we fuck since our sex is goddamn awesome, so we can barely string words together during sex much less hold a real conversation.
I ran my hand slowly up her back again and took in the feel of her soft and supple skin before moving it down to her breast and giving it a firm squeeze. She moaned and I started to lightly play with her nipple, which I knew was both ticklish and unbearably pleasurable for her. Even after 5 years of this shit, she still was just as sensitive. She brought a hand to mine and held it there as she always did, unsure of whether to stop me from tickling her further or help me pleasure her more. I played with her nipple some more and she arched her back and pushed her breast deeper into my hand, moaning even louder as she did.
She wasn't dirty-talking Cammi or screaming Cammi or slow-and-passionate Cammi today. Today she was squeal-and-moan Cammi, my favorite Cammi. She was pretty quiet and mostly submissive when she was like this, and just squealed and moaned as the pleasure mounted. I actually think this was when she was deepest into the sex and enjoyed it most, even more than when she was shrieking like a banshee. She still took some charge when she was like this but then again she usually did. She always at least told me what to do to give her the greatest orgasm, but giving her pleasure gave me pleasure, so I was more than happy to oblige.
"Can I cum in-"
"Cum in me."
"When are-"
"Really soon. Really -uh- really soon."
"Okay."
I grunted as I tried to mentally get myself closer to cumming. I closed my eyes and imagined what her perfect body looked like from a different angle and what the expression on her face would be when she came. I drowned myself in the sensation of fucking her raw pussy and grabbing her small, tender breast. I fucked her faster and harder, getting ready for the vinegar strokes.
"Grab me harder."
I gripped her supple breast harder. Her breathing grew more ragged and she started bucking harder and sloppier. She was taking really sharp breaths and her squeals were getting higher in pitch. I could tell she was right on the brink. I was too.
"Jordy...fuck-" Her breath cut short and she couldn't even finish what she was saying. I loved this. I loved when she was so lost in the pleasure she couldn't speak or do anything.
"Yeah, that's what you're doing right now."
She managed the tiniest of laughs before drawing short, sharp breaths again.
"I'm- hold me!"
I rammed myself hard all the way into her and she bucked back into me and arched her back. I pulled her body up tight against me as her orgasm shook her from head to toe. Her pussy pulsated around my cock as she let out a long, loud, a****l moan. I exploded deep into her pussy as her inner walls gave my dick the greatest massage in the known universe and coaxed out stream after stream of hot cum from my balls. My head went blank and I almost passed out, barely acknowledging myself calling out "Cammi," weakly.
I held her there for half a minute as we continued to weakly orgasm into each other, both of our legs threatening to give out. I breathed into her neck as sweat dripped down both our bodies and we finally fell to our knees, utterly spent. She fell forward into the railing as I pulled out of her, small amounts of semen dribbling out of my cock and her pussy. We knelt there for a while, catching our breath, when I heard her let out a small laugh.
"Heh, what's so funny?"
"That k**...just got the show of his life."
"Yeah," I sniggered back, "I'll bet he did."
From this height and with this big a hotel, along with the fact that there must be a thousand men and women our age with brown hair and our body types staying in this hotel right now, that k** will never be able to identify us, not even if we walked right in front of him on the beach later today. The thrill isn't in being noticed or caught, it's just the risk of it happening and us liking fucking in the open air anyway. Today it just so happened someone saw. And after the porn-level sex we just had, if that k** wasn't already in puberty, he sure as hell was now.
We've been doing this kind of stuff for over 3 years now. We call it Kinky Vanilla, which if you're thinking is contradictory, well fuck you and your dog. "Vanilla" because we like straightforward, relatively plain sex. We never use instruments or dress up or have any weird fetishes or even do anal for that matter, we just fuck and like it. Maybe we will in 10 years if we're still not sick of each other and still haven't been caught yet, but we'll get to that when we get there. "Kinky" because we add just a tiny bit of spice and variety into our sex to keep it interesting. This usually entails doing it in public of some kind or some novelty-ish place, and that's about it. Ever since I could drive by myself legally, we've been doing it like crazy, but we started even before then. We're still very young but we've fucked in all sorts of places and it is just so fucking great every time.
"I'm hungry," Cammi suddenly said out of the blue. Nothing new there. Fuck, cum, afterglow, back to normal. Day in, day out. I wouldn't give it up for the world.
"Yeah, me too," I replied. "Let's get washed up. I think the buffet's still open."
We quickly showered together, washing each other quickly and efficiently, and got dressed and went down to the hotel's beachside buffet place. It's not uncommon for us to have hot, sweaty, teenage sex again in the shower, but we didn't want to miss the lunch buffet before it closed and our balcony sex was so good and our orgasms so deep we needed time to rest. Or at least I did. Cammi is almost always good to go but after cumming like that I'd need at least another couple hours before I could get an erection without my dick aching like a motherfucker.
Down at the buffet, as we were getting our food, Cammi elbowed me lightly in the arm.
"What?" I asked.
"Look over there," whispered Cammi, nodding her head towards a table on the far side of the room, where a family of three was just sitting down. After I had a look Cammi looked at me with a small smile on her face and said, "That's the k**."
I took another look at the k** in particular. He was skinny, wearing some goofy trunks his family probably bought here in Hawai'i, and if I had to guess, about 13. So in puberty. So definitely gonna jerk it to the thought of me and Cammi fucking tonight.
The k** caught me studying him and for a moment I was worried he'd recognized us. Then he turned to his dad and started talking with him. I breathed a sigh of relief internally and then felt like a badass. I just fucked the hottest girl in the city a moment ago out in the open and got seen by a k**, and here the k** is locking eyes with me and he's still none the wiser. I turned back to see Cammi had seen and realized the same thing and she returned the same mischievous grin right back at me.
After an overly filling lunch Cammi asked a waiter to bring the bill, and as he returned he asked, "Will you be paying here or would you like us to charge it to your room Mr. and Mrs. Hartley?"
"Here," I replied with a light chuckle, "and we're not married."
"Oh?" said the waiter curiously.
"Yeah," said Cammi, also smiling, "we're a little too young for that."
"And a little too related," I continued.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. You're-"
"Siblings."
Oh, did I forget to mention that?
A short, vague beginning to a long series
A word of warning: I am a very wordy writer and my stories are almost more about the stories and characters than the sex. If this isn't your cup of tea and you're looking for raunchy stories that get right into it, this story and others by me are not for you. This chapter is the prologue and is thus intentionally vague to begin with and somewhat heavy with exposition. I predict this series will go on for many, many chapters but I know it will take a while to get going. If you're ready for the long haul, I hope it's worth it and you enjoy!
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I felt the hot Hawaiian sun beating down on my face as I turned my head up to the sky, eyes closed, mouth lazily open, half lost in ecstasy and half focused on the task at hand. I could hear the very faint sounds of tourists playing and surfing and mingling on the beach 25 storeys below me. I opened my eyes and saw the clear blue sky, not a cloud to be seen, bright and beautiful. I was in paradise.
"Jordan...oh fuck...Jordan..."
And paradise was made so much better by Cammi. Her ass slammed repeatedly into my thighs as I fucked her standing doggy-style on our room's balcony. Her forearms were supporting her on the railing and she was on the tips of her toes. I ran my hand up slowly along her bare back and back down, feeling the softness of her sweaty skin. Our breathing was ragged and almost in sync. I have a habit of getting lost in the details during sex but hey, that's just how I do sex. I'm not some frat boy who's into quick and rough pump-and-dumps, I'm a connoisseur.
"There's a k** down there...that might be looking at us."
"Might?"
"I'm pretty sure he sees us."
"Well...that's the point isn't it?"
"Yeah but..."
"But what?"
"Ohmygod...uhh...uggh..."
This position is pretty tiring for me and apparently awesome for her so we breathe really heavily when we fuck like this. Actually we breathe really heavily no matter how we fuck since our sex is goddamn awesome, so we can barely string words together during sex much less hold a real conversation.
I ran my hand slowly up her back again and took in the feel of her soft and supple skin before moving it down to her breast and giving it a firm squeeze. She moaned and I started to lightly play with her nipple, which I knew was both ticklish and unbearably pleasurable for her. Even after 5 years of this shit, she still was just as sensitive. She brought a hand to mine and held it there as she always did, unsure of whether to stop me from tickling her further or help me pleasure her more. I played with her nipple some more and she arched her back and pushed her breast deeper into my hand, moaning even louder as she did.
She wasn't dirty-talking Cammi or screaming Cammi or slow-and-passionate Cammi today. Today she was squeal-and-moan Cammi, my favorite Cammi. She was pretty quiet and mostly submissive when she was like this, and just squealed and moaned as the pleasure mounted. I actually think this was when she was deepest into the sex and enjoyed it most, even more than when she was shrieking like a banshee. She still took some charge when she was like this but then again she usually did. She always at least told me what to do to give her the greatest orgasm, but giving her pleasure gave me pleasure, so I was more than happy to oblige.
"Can I cum in-"
"Cum in me."
"When are-"
"Really soon. Really -uh- really soon."
"Okay."
I grunted as I tried to mentally get myself closer to cumming. I closed my eyes and imagined what her perfect body looked like from a different angle and what the expression on her face would be when she came. I drowned myself in the sensation of fucking her raw pussy and grabbing her small, tender breast. I fucked her faster and harder, getting ready for the vinegar strokes.
"Grab me harder."
I gripped her supple breast harder. Her breathing grew more ragged and she started bucking harder and sloppier. She was taking really sharp breaths and her squeals were getting higher in pitch. I could tell she was right on the brink. I was too.
"Jordy...fuck-" Her breath cut short and she couldn't even finish what she was saying. I loved this. I loved when she was so lost in the pleasure she couldn't speak or do anything.
"Yeah, that's what you're doing right now."
She managed the tiniest of laughs before drawing short, sharp breaths again.
"I'm- hold me!"
I rammed myself hard all the way into her and she bucked back into me and arched her back. I pulled her body up tight against me as her orgasm shook her from head to toe. Her pussy pulsated around my cock as she let out a long, loud, a****l moan. I exploded deep into her pussy as her inner walls gave my dick the greatest massage in the known universe and coaxed out stream after stream of hot cum from my balls. My head went blank and I almost passed out, barely acknowledging myself calling out "Cammi," weakly.
I held her there for half a minute as we continued to weakly orgasm into each other, both of our legs threatening to give out. I breathed into her neck as sweat dripped down both our bodies and we finally fell to our knees, utterly spent. She fell forward into the railing as I pulled out of her, small amounts of semen dribbling out of my cock and her pussy. We knelt there for a while, catching our breath, when I heard her let out a small laugh.
"Heh, what's so funny?"
"That k**...just got the show of his life."
"Yeah," I sniggered back, "I'll bet he did."
From this height and with this big a hotel, along with the fact that there must be a thousand men and women our age with brown hair and our body types staying in this hotel right now, that k** will never be able to identify us, not even if we walked right in front of him on the beach later today. The thrill isn't in being noticed or caught, it's just the risk of it happening and us liking fucking in the open air anyway. Today it just so happened someone saw. And after the porn-level sex we just had, if that k** wasn't already in puberty, he sure as hell was now.
We've been doing this kind of stuff for over 3 years now. We call it Kinky Vanilla, which if you're thinking is contradictory, well fuck you and your dog. "Vanilla" because we like straightforward, relatively plain sex. We never use instruments or dress up or have any weird fetishes or even do anal for that matter, we just fuck and like it. Maybe we will in 10 years if we're still not sick of each other and still haven't been caught yet, but we'll get to that when we get there. "Kinky" because we add just a tiny bit of spice and variety into our sex to keep it interesting. This usually entails doing it in public of some kind or some novelty-ish place, and that's about it. Ever since I could drive by myself legally, we've been doing it like crazy, but we started even before then. We're still very young but we've fucked in all sorts of places and it is just so fucking great every time.
"I'm hungry," Cammi suddenly said out of the blue. Nothing new there. Fuck, cum, afterglow, back to normal. Day in, day out. I wouldn't give it up for the world.
"Yeah, me too," I replied. "Let's get washed up. I think the buffet's still open."
We quickly showered together, washing each other quickly and efficiently, and got dressed and went down to the hotel's beachside buffet place. It's not uncommon for us to have hot, sweaty, teenage sex again in the shower, but we didn't want to miss the lunch buffet before it closed and our balcony sex was so good and our orgasms so deep we needed time to rest. Or at least I did. Cammi is almost always good to go but after cumming like that I'd need at least another couple hours before I could get an erection without my dick aching like a motherfucker.
Down at the buffet, as we were getting our food, Cammi elbowed me lightly in the arm.
"What?" I asked.
"Look over there," whispered Cammi, nodding her head towards a table on the far side of the room, where a family of three was just sitting down. After I had a look Cammi looked at me with a small smile on her face and said, "That's the k**."
I took another look at the k** in particular. He was skinny, wearing some goofy trunks his family probably bought here in Hawai'i, and if I had to guess, about 13. So in puberty. So definitely gonna jerk it to the thought of me and Cammi fucking tonight.
The k** caught me studying him and for a moment I was worried he'd recognized us. Then he turned to his dad and started talking with him. I breathed a sigh of relief internally and then felt like a badass. I just fucked the hottest girl in the city a moment ago out in the open and got seen by a k**, and here the k** is locking eyes with me and he's still none the wiser. I turned back to see Cammi had seen and realized the same thing and she returned the same mischievous grin right back at me.
After an overly filling lunch Cammi asked a waiter to bring the bill, and as he returned he asked, "Will you be paying here or would you like us to charge it to your room Mr. and Mrs. Hartley?"
"Here," I replied with a light chuckle, "and we're not married."
"Oh?" said the waiter curiously.
"Yeah," said Cammi, also smiling, "we're a little too young for that."
"And a little too related," I continued.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. You're-"
"Siblings."
Oh, did I forget to mention that?
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