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Chapter 1

Missy Somers lay back on her bed with a sigh. Tomorrow
was going to be a big day. Her brother Donnie was coming
home after an entire year at military school – no breaks
and no holidays. She'd been thinking about him a lot as
the day for his homecoming neared. Donnie was a year
older than her sixteen years, and he was as cute as any
teen heartthrob you cared to name. And she wanted to
fuck him.

Oh she knew that it was something wrong, taboo,
disgusting and just plain yucky to contemplate, but he
was all she could think of. She squirmed on her bed,
loving the feel of her pink satin pajamas against her
skin. She rubbed the slick material over her nipples and
wondered if he ever thought of her that way.

"Mmmm...Donnie," she whispered as she unbuttoned her top
and gently massaged her B-cup sized breast. She'd caught
him looking at her tits a time or two. And why not? She
was cute with a nice figure – all her friends said so.
She was a slender five foot six, with soft brown eyes
and dark hair cut in a pixyish bob.

Missy kicked off the fuzzy pink bunny slippers that
matched her pj's. Quickly, she stripped off her pants
and her bikini panties. Both her parents were out of the
house and she loved the rush of freedom that she felt as
she spread her legs. She unbuttoned her top and exposed
her pert tits. Her nipples were nice and pointed with
her arousal. She tweaked them between forefinger and
thumb, sending a shiver of desire through her frame.

She began to massage her clit with two fingers. She
loved to masturbate to the fantasy of what Donnie could
do to her body. She made lazy circles with her fingers
above her clitoral hood. When the sexual warmth began to
fade she whipped her fingers back and forth to renew the
tension. . "Mmmm... that's so nice, Donnie," she said
trying imagine his hands down there, arousing her,
making her dizzy with lust.

She moved her fingers to her vaginal lips. They were
already wet with her juices. Damn, she was a horny bitch
today. She slipped a finger into her cunt, feeling the
slick inner walls. She began to finger fuck herself,
imaging that Donnie lay on top of her with his dick
plunging in and out of her willing pussy. She worked a
second finger into her pulsing cunt. After all, his cock
was at least that big – hell, probably bigger. She'd
never seen her brother naked since they'd been little.
But a couple of years ago she had caught him coming out
of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his jockey shorts.
Her eyes had locked on the sideways bulge in those
shorts. She had replayed that picture in her mind a
thousand times. Was his cock that big when it was limp,
or had he been playing with himself in the bathroom? She
knew guys did that stuff a lot.

Probably no more than you do, she told herself as her
fingers pounded in and out of her slick cunt. "Oh
yeah... fuck me, Donnie... fuck me," she moaned as her
head whipped back and forth, and her hips gyrated on the
bed.

She bent her legs so that she could work her pussy and
clit at the same time. The pleasure mounted until it
sent her into a mindless orgasm. Her back arched and her
hips humped up and down uncontrollably. "Oh shit,
Donnie... OH YES, she cried out. She stared sightlessly
at the ceiling as the waves of sexual release rolled
through her cunt.

Missy fell over on her side. As her breathing returned
to normal her sexual frustration returned. One orgasm,
no matter how good, was never enough when she felt like
this. She grabbed one of her spare pillows and crammed
it between her legs. She rolled over on top and began to
hunch her hips and to rub her clit against the pillows
softness. A few more orgasms would keep her libido down,
at least until tomorrow when Donnie was due home.

*

Missy and her parents, Robert and Helen Somers, met
Donnie at the airport the following day. She squealed
out his name as he emerged from the flow of arriving
passengers. He looked very handsome in his school
uniform of light blue shirt and navy slacks. She ran to
him and threw her arms around his neck. Wow, he must
have grown two inches in the last year, she thought as
she gave him a solid kiss on the cheek.

Donnie repeated the hug and kiss routine with his mother
and then he shared a hearty handshake with his dad.
About eighteen months ago, Donnie had gone joyriding
with some neighborhood boys. Their car had struck a SUV
carrying a family of four. Two of the family members had
sustained severe injuries. Donnie swore that he hadn't
known that the car was stolen before he got in. Robert
had huddled with Donnie's attorney and the district
attorney, and they had hammered out a deal. Donnie would
spend the balance of his high school years at a strict
military school and, providing he did well, his juvenile
record would be expunged. To everyone's mild surprise,
Donnie had excelled at the school. He had even been
named a squad leader over a dozen other first year
cadets.

After a long lunch at a chain restaurant, the family
made its way home. Missy went to her room and changed
into a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tee shirt that
was a size too small. She couldn't wait to talk to
Donnie alone so she went to his room, tapped on the door
and then entered.

Donnie had already stripped down to his underwear. His
uniform as well as his duffle bag lay on his bed. He was
pawing through a dresser drawer, apparently looking for
something much more casual to wear. "Hey," he said when
Missy entered and closed the door behind her.

"Hey," she said. Her eyes lingered on his lean, hard
body. "Wow, you've been working out, haven't you?"

Donnie saw the appreciation in her eyes and blushed.
"Yeah, calisthenics at dawn everyday plus sports will do
that to you," he said. He liked that way she was looking
at him. And he liked the way she looked to. Her shorts
revealed practically every inch of her slim, tan legs,
and the way her tee-shirt was stretched across her
breasts didn't exactly leave him guessing about them
either. "You're looking good too, Lil' Miss s*s," he
said, using his pet name for her. Suddenly he felt an
erection begin. Damn, this isn't supposed to be
happening, he thought. She's my sister. But he had to
admit that he had awakened many a morning with a raging
hard-on and the memory of his sister in his dreams. And
now she was here, looking like that – even hotter than
he remembered.

Missy saw the way her brother was drinking in the sight
of her body. She could even see the effect she was
having on his cock. Was this her chance – so soon?
Without giving herself an opportunity to consider her
actions, she went his side. Her fingers slid across the
warm, soft ridges of his pecs and abs.

"Thanks," she said barely above a whisper. "I can't tell
you how much I missed having you around.

"Hey, I really missed you too," he said.

The stared into each other's eyes for a long moment and
then suddenly they were kissing. She wrapped her arms
around his neck as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Their open mouths hotly twisted against one another, and
Donnie kneaded the twin globes of Missy's ass as he
pressed his growing cock against her.

Oh my god, he wants this as much as I do, she thought.

Missy became more daring and let her hands rove all over
his back and his hard muscled ass. She stopped kissing
and hooked her fingers in the waist band of his briefs
and pulled them down. His fully erect cock sprang up
between them.

"Oh my god, Donnie," your cock is beautiful and so big.
She ran her hand ran the length of his hot meat and
cupped his balls.

"Is...is this alright?" Donnie asked. "I mean we're
brother and sister... and all."

Missy answered by stroking his dick faster. "You're all
I can think about," she said. "Don't you want it too?"

He reached out and caressed her jutting breasts. He
could feel her hardening nipples through the fabric of
her bra and tee-shirt. "Oh shit yes, that feels so damn
good," he said as a reply.

Moving as one they lay on Donnie's bed. They faced one
another and Missy raised her leg. Donnie took that as an
invitation and began to massage her pussy through her
shorts.

"Down a bit," she said. He moved his hand an inch and
was rewarded with a gasp from Missy.

"Oh that's it," she said and began to grind her hot cunt
against his hand.

They worked at pleasuring each other, their breath
coming faster each second. "I want to fuck," Missy said
suddenly.

"Whaaa...?" cried Donnie and his cock exploded. Ropes of
thick boy cream erupted from his cock-slit. Two big
streams landed on Missy's arm and then more of the stuff
ran down his engorged cock and covered her hand. That
seemed to trigger her own orgasm, as she trapped his
fingers against her trembling pussy.

When they had regained their breath, Missy's hand was
still firmly wrapped around his cock. Donnie looked at
all the cum he'd produced and said, "Hang on a sec." He
reached into his open duffle and pulled out a tee-shirt.
He carefully wiped up the evidence.

"I guess you'll have to volunteer to do your own
laundry," Missy said with a gleam in her eye and they
both laughed. But then her face turned serious. "I mean
it," she said.

"I know how to do laundry," Donnie said.

"I mean I'm serious about us having sex." She had never
really stopped stroking his cock and it was already
returning to life.

Donnie glanced at the door. "We can't," he said. "Mom or
Dad could walk in here any second.

"Not now, silly," Missy said. "We'll wait until they've
gone to bed. You know they won't hear anything."

Donnie knew that was true. They lived in an oversized
ranch style house. The master bedroom was an old
converted porch on one end of the house and the k**'s
rooms were completely on the other side.

Donnie bit at his lower lip. "This a lot to process you
know. I'm home for less than an when my sister jacks me
off and then declares that she wants to screw me."

Missy unzipped her shorts. She took Donnie's hand and
put it between her legs. "See how wet I am for you," she
said. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about
you feeling my up just like this."

It was all he could do not to throw her on the bed and
fuck her right that moment. "Alright, after Mom and Dad
have gone to bed then." he said in a trembling voice.

"Cool," Missy said, and then she gave him another kiss -
this one on the cheek. She actually skipped out the
door. Donnie couldn't believe it. His own sister was
coming on to him, and he liked it – a lot. He stroked
his cock a couple of times. It was back to full hardness
already. He was like that. He could cum and pretty much
keep his hard-on. He'd spent many a night just after
lights-out quietly beating his meat in his bed, thinking
of some sexy TV star – or Missy, sometimes. He'd shoot
his load into a wad of tissue, only to do it again the
next morning before arising.

"Mmm...Missy," he said softly as his hand flashed up and
down his dick. He was already on the edge of an orgasm.
He imagined what it would feel like with Missy and that
put him over the top. He fumbled for his already cummy
tee-shirt, and barely got it in place before he fired
off another heavy load.

He felt as if he could stay hard even longer, but then
he looked down at his throbbing member and told it,
"Easy, boy, we wouldn't want to disappoint Missy
tonight." With a grin he began to dress.

Donnie had grown accustomed to keeping a neat room, so
he unpacked and got everything squared away. At that
point, he realized that he really did need to do
laundry. He was down to his last pair of clean
underwear.

*

Helen heard movement in the family's laundry room. It
was a small space next to the kitchen just big enough to
hold a washer, dryer and a clothes rack. She saw Donnie
sorting through a laundry bag, tossing his whites into
the washer.

"Oh, honey, I can do that," she said.

"I got it, Mom," he said. "We have to take turns at
laundry duty at school."

Helen watched as he bent over, going through the bag. He
certainly has a great ass, she thought to herself. She
winced at the thought of looking at her son that way,
but it was true. He was quickly becoming a man – and a
damned hunk too. He was wearing a pair of running shorts
and she admired the play of muscles in his legs as he
moved. He'd certainly grown since she'd seen him last,
and if he'd gained any weight it was all muscle. He was
going to be taller and better looking than his father.

Helen winced again. In just two more years, Donnie would
be as old as his father when she'd married him. She had
been s*******n and Robert had been nineteen when they'd
married very much over the protests of both sets of
parents.

Now a smile played at Helen's lips. Those had been the
days. She and Robert had been hot to fuck – any place
any time. She'd suck him off on the way to a restaurant
and he'd finger to orgasm under the table when they got
there. They'd done it once in the bathroom of her
parent's house in the middle of a Thanksgiving meal.

They played hard but they'd worked hard to. Robert's
first job had been pushing shopping carts for a major
retailer and now he was a district manager of the same
company. She had gone to work as a receptionist for a
real estate firm. Realizing that the people there
weren't exactly a bunch of Einsteins, she had gone to
night school to obtain her real estate license. Now she
was one of the firm's top salespeople.

Donnie had been born shortly after the marriage and that
had put a damper on their sex life. They had wanted a
sibling for Donnie and so Missy had come along two years
later. After she was born, their sex life had surged but
then declined again. Now, she and Robert fucked only two
or three times a month. That wasn't nearly enough for
Helen. She had a collection of dildos and vibrators that
she kept in a locked drawer in her closet, and she used
them on a regular basis.

She'd had affairs too – and so had Robert. She'd kept
her figure and looks over the years so it hadn't been
difficult to entice men, even much younger men, into
bed.

There had been that one guy, Artie something or another.
He had been young and full of cum. They had gone at it
like bunnies for weeks before she found out that he had
lied about his age. He had claimed to be twenty-two...

Helen stifled a gasp. It had just occurred to her that
Artie had been only a few months older than Donnie was
right now.

"Mom?" Donnie said.

She realized that he'd been asking her something.
"Sorry, honey – just day dreaming. What did you say?"

He held up a plastic container and shook it to show that
it was empty. "Any more bleach?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "It's in the big lower cupboard in the
kitchen."

"I'll get it," he said. He brushed past her as he left
the room. Helen idly walked to the washer and pulled out
some of his underwear. Well, she thought, at least he's
keeping them reasonably clean. Nothing in there was too
soiled.

She picked up a tee shirt and noticed that it was wet.
"What in the world?" she whispered to herself when she
saw the gooey, milky stains. Oh shit, no, she thought to
herself when she realized it was semen – boy cum. But
there was so much of it.

Donnie hadn't been home for two hours and already he was
masturbating like – well, like the teen boy he was, she
had to admit. After all, she had begun to notice his
stained sheets and pajamas from the age of twelve.
Whether from wet dreams or masturbation, she knew that
he was a healthy youngster.

But this? She held the tee-shirt up between her hands
and examined it by twisting it back and forth. Had he
been saving himself all that time in military school?
What kind of equipment did he have? Was he hung with a
couple of extra large balls swinging between his legs?
And his cock, did he have something like one of those
big-dong dildos in her bedroom?

She heard steps. She dropped the tee-shirt back in the
washer and stepped away. Donnie came back through the
door, carrying the bleach. She cleared her throat and
said, "About a half-cup in the dispenser."

"Really?" said Donnie, "I usually pour most of the jug
right on the clothes." He twisted the cap off and lifted
the jug as if he might just do it.

Helen heard the tease in his voice, though. She said,
"Alright, smarty, I'll leave you alone." She reached up
and ruffled his hair and then gave him a kiss on the
lips that lingered just a beat longer than a mom's peck
should have. "It's good to have you back," she said as
she walked out of the room.

Donnie watched her leave and put a finger to his lips.
What had that kiss been about? It had felt just like the
kiss Missy had given him a few minutes before, at least
until Missy had shoved her tongue in his mouth.

*

There was a cookout later that day that left everyone
complaining about stuffed tummies. After cleanup, they
all settled down in front of the television. Helen went
to bed early, mentioning a morning showing the next day.
Robert dozed on and off in his recliner until eleven
o'clock, and then he gave it up and turned in. That left
Missy and Donnie studiously watching an old movie that
they wouldn't have paid any attention to at any other
time. Clearly, they were avoiding the i****tuous
elephant in the room.

Fifteen and then thirty minutes passed since their dad
had turned in. It was Missy who finally took the
initiative. "I think they're asleep by now," she told
Donnie as she went to where he was sitting and knelt at
his feet.

"I don't know..." he said hesitantly. He gazed over
Missy's shoulder as if their parents might burst into
the room any second.

"We could do it right here," she said. She put her hand
on his very evident cock bulge and gave it a squeeze.

"Okay, okay," Donnie said, grabbing her wrist. "Let's go
to my room."

Once they were in his room, with the door securely
locked, the two teens faced one another. Donnie may have
had some mental reservations, but his cock was at full
attention and raring to go. He was trembling – with
nervousness or just plain lust, he wasn't sure of. He
looked into his sister's eager, expectant face and gave
into his wanton feelings. He grabbed her ass and pulled
her groin against his straining cock as he kissed her
hard and then slipped his tongue between her lips.

They kissed hungrily for a few minutes; their hands
roaming all over. Then she pulled his tee-shirt over his
head and he did the same for her. He fumbled with her
bra strap until she giggled and showed him how simple it
was once the tension on the clasp was eased. Donnie
eagerly dived to her pert breast and drew the nipple
into his mouth. He sucked and tongued the rough nubbin
until it swelled with desire.

Missy watched as his cock filled and lengthened until
she wondered how his briefs could hold the thing back.
She reached down and tugged at his underwear until
Donnie's dick sprang upward, revealing it's red,
distended head.

At that point they parted and seemed to race to see who
could get naked first. "You are so beautiful," Donnie
said, running his eye over her nubile teen form.

"I don't know anyone more handsome than you," she said.
She kissed him wetly and reached between their bodies so
she could stroke him.

"Let's get on the bed," she said, leading him by the
cock.

Donnie had no choice but to follow. She positioned him
on his back, and then she curled up beside him. She
gripped his cock at the base, and to his incredible
surprise, she took his cock-head into her mouth.

"Oh...oh shit, Missy," he groaned as her tongue swished
over the sensitive head. "How...how do you know about
that?"

She lifted her head and looked at him with mischievous
eyes. "Girls talk," she said. "But I can stop if you
want."

"No, suck it please," he said, lifting his hips toward
her lips.

Missy actually licked his cock, tickling the sensitive
skin with the tip of her tongue. She grasped his shaft
just under the head and realized his cock was as big as
her forearm. "It's so big," she said, gazing upward.
"Bigger than most guys I bet."

"Yeah, I guess so," he said modestly. Actually, he knew
from looking at the other guys at school in the showers
that he was bigger than even the oldest of the cadets.
He had suffered a lot of k**ding, but he soon learned
that it was out of jealousness. Missy kissed the head of
his cock and drilled the tip of her tongue into his cum-
slit.

Donnie groaned with desire. "Suck it, Missy," he begged.

She took pity on him and slipped her lips over the head
of his dick. She bobbed her head up and down a few
times, swirling her tongue around the tip. She was
surprised that she actually liked this. The texture of
his cock felt wonderful as it glided past her tongue.
The boyish smell of his aroused body was intoxicating.
She took longer strokes, letting his cock-head enter her
throat.

Donnie writhed on the bed. He'd never imagined that
anything could feel like this. "Oh shit, Missy...this is
amazing," he moaned.

She grinned despite having a mouthful of heaving cock.
She beat him off with her hands as she sucked. His shaft
was runny with her spit and his pre-cum that was
steadily flowing. She loved the feeling of power. By
just using her lips and tongue she could make her
brother writhe in an agony of sexual ecstasy and beg for
more. Soon, she was meeting his thrusting cock with her
plunging mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She
wanted to experience the taste.

Donnie gathered the bedclothes in his hands and held on
as if it were a lifeline. The pleasure was almost too
intense. His back arched as he tried to stuff all of his
rigid dick into his sweet sister's face. "Missy... oh-
my-god... Missy... I'm going to cum... I'M GOING TO
CUM!"

The salty, creamy cum shot into Missy's eager mouth. She
remembered how much he'd cum earlier that day, but this
seemed like much more. She swallowed a mouth full, and
then another. When it seemed he'd run out, she locked
her lips around his engorged cock-head and sucked up
even more. Finally, his cock-shaft softened in her
hands.

"That was amazing," said a dazed Donnie as Missy lifted
her head. "I bet I've had a million orgasms, and none of
them ever came close to that."

"I'm glad you liked it," Missy said. She kissed him
deeply. Her tongue made sure that he knew how his cum
tasted. She was delighted that his kiss was as eager as
ever.

He responded by flipping her onto her back. He kissed
her eyes, her cheeks and the hollow of her neck. She ran
her fingers through his hair as he moved on to her tits.
He squeezed her soft mounds and sucked the nipples into
his hot mouth. "Mmm... your breasts are so beautiful,"
he told her.

"Thank you," she murmured. "I wish they were bigger."

"You're only sixteen; I bet they'll be as big as Mom's,"
he said, massaging her pert teen tits.

"That would be cool," she said. Their mother had kept
her great figure.

Missy saw that Donnie's cock hadn't gone soft. In fact,
it looked as hard as ever. She couldn't wait to feel it
plunge into her pussy. She spread her legs in invitation
and pushed at Donnie's head.

He took the hint and kissed his way down her flat tummy.
In seconds he was licking and nipping at the silky
softness of her inner thighs. She had only the briefest
strip of downy hair at the top of her pussy lips. He
realized that she must shave for her bikinis, and
suddenly he was filled with the desire to see her in a
skimpy bathing suit. That was silly of course; here, her
pink and creamy nude form was all laid out just for him.

He kissed at her flowered pussy lips and then he slipped
his finger inside. It was warm and slick and he could
feel her muscles gently pulling. She moved her hands
down there and spread her lips. Then she rubbed her
finger tip across a nub of flesh at the top. "Lick my
clit," she told him. "It's like me sucking the head of
your cock."

Donnie wanted nothing more than to plunge his renewed
dick into what he knew would be the gloriously tight fit
of her cunt. But he also knew that waiting would only
make it better. Besides, he really owed her one.

Missy felt the flat of Donnie's tongue run over her
clitoris. Her little clitty was so sensitive right then
that she gasped in pleasure. "OH, not so hard... but,
yes that's it."

Donnie worked his tongue and fingers. He looked upward
to see if Missy was pleased. The young teen girl was
holding her tits as her fingers played across her
nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head moved with
the rhythm of his tongue. He wanted to do something
else, though. He'd heard the older guys at school talk
about eating out a girl. Some of them had bragged about
how far they could get their stiffened tongues up a
girl's pussy. At the time, that had sounded kind of
gross. But not now, not in the heat of the moment.

Missy was in heaven. Her handsome brother was between
her thighs. His tongue was tickling her clit just right.
His finger was doing something wonderful. She wasn't
entirely sure about just where her g-spot was, but she
thought that he'd found it. There was a surge of sexual
energy each time his finger plunged inward. Then it all
stopped. She opened her eyes and craned her head down
just in time to see Donnie open his mouth wide and
thrust his tongue into her wet cunt.

"DONNIE...OH SHIT... OH FUCK," she hissed. Missy
couldn't believe the mind blowing sensations that were
ripping through her pussy. The feelings that her
brother's mouth and tongue were creating were a hundred
times better than she'd ever dreamed.

Donnie knew that he was giving Missy at least as good an
orgasm as she had given him. Her pussy was leaking juice
and he lapped it up by running his tongue all over her
vaginal lips and clit. She flopped around on the bed and
came at least two more times before she quieted and drew
his face up to hers.

Missy gave her brother a soft kiss in thanks for all the
pleasure he'd just bestowed. "That was great," she told
him. "Now let's fuck." She stuck her finger into her
heated, wet cunt and began to finger herself. Clearly,
she hadn't had enough.

"Do you really want to?" Donnie asked.

"Are you k**ding?" she said. "And don't pretend that you
don't want me." She pointedly looked at his cock. It was
throbbing in its hardness and there was a steady drool
of pre-cum oozing from its slit.

Donnie looked at her lust filled eyes, the way her hair
was wildly splayed on her pillow, the hardened nipples
on her pert breasts and the way her fingers plunged into
her cunt. He growled softly and raised up on his knees.
He took his shaft in hand and bent it downwards as Missy
removed her fingers. It was hard to believe that such a
wide dick would fit into that tiny slit – but he was
more than willing to try. He slotted the swollen head
just inside her lips and then pushed. The sensation was
unbelievable.

"Donnie...Donnie, you're so big...oh god, you're filling
me so good," she moaned.

Donnie pushed until his cock was completely buried in
his sister's silky, tight pussy. She wrapped her legs
around his hips and grasped his shoulders. She couldn't
get enough of his hard muscled body. He began to stroke.
At first, he was awkward. His cock would slip out and go
sliding up her slit. Which wasn't so bad since it also
slid across her swollen clit. But they quickly
established a good rhythm as she pushed her hips to meet
his thrusts.

Missy felt her pussy lock around his cock. She could
swear that she could feel his pulse as he surged in and
out of her. His lips on her clit had been mind
shattering, but this was even more pleasurable. She
became overwhelmed in orgasmic bliss.

Donnie felt his sister's cunt milk at his cock. She was
cumming good and he wanted to keep her there. He varied
his thrusts as she twisted and moaned beneath him. He
wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, but it
was becoming tougher and tougher to hold off his own
cum. Her cunt was milking his cock, urging him on. She
came yet again and that put him over the edge. He felt
his cock expand as a rush of semen roared through its
length. His entire body jerked and trembled as he poured
shot after shot of cream into her clutching pussy.

"Oh, Missy," he moaned as he fell over sideways onto his
back. Immediately, she kissed him. She kissed his neck,
his nipples, his quivering abs and then she took his
still hard cock into her mouth. His swollen cock-head
was so sensitive he could hardly stand it.

"Oh shit, Missy...oh shit... OH SHIT." His body tried to
curl around his sister's head as he came again – much
faster than he would have thought possible. His cock
thrummed with sexual energy. She emptied his balls, but
his muscles kept on trying to pump out more cum. It
seemed like he came for an hour.


Chapter 2

Donnie awoke just as the light of dawn peeked into his
bedroom. He had both feet on the floor before he
remembered that he was at home and not back in military
school. No one here was going to sound reveille over a
PA system. He could sleep until noon if he wanted – but
first he had to take a piss. He was only going to step
across the hall to the bathroom, so he threw on the
first thing he came to – a loose fitting pair of gym
shorts that he'd worn the previous evening.

He crossed the hallway to the bathroom and closed the
door. Hiking up one leg of his shorts, Donnie let loose
an impressive stream into the toilet. When he was
through, he did the obligatory finger rinse and dried
them on a hand-towel. He opened the door and almost made
it back to his bedroom when the smell of fresh brewed
coffee hit his nostrils. He'd developed a caffeine habit
at school, and it was hard to ignore the aroma. Oh what
the heck, he thought. One leisurely cup would be good.
It wouldn't be enough of a jolt to keep him from dozing
through the morning.

Helen Somers had arisen early that morning. She had
three houses to show before noon and she hated to rush
through her morning routine. She was eating a breakfast
of fruit, yogurt, toast and coffee when Donnie padded
into the kitchen, barefoot and shirtless.

"Well, hello," she said as Donnie crossed to the coffee
maker. He wore only a pair of gym shorts and he looked
lean and cut with his wide shoulders and six-pack abs.
"I didn't think you'd be up this early."

Donnie snorted. "At school, we'd call this sleeping in."

Helen raised an eyebrow as Donnie took a mug from a
cupboard and poured it half full of coffee. She'd never
seen him express any interest in the liquid. Then she
smiled as he stirred in liberal portions of milk and
sugar. "I see you like a little coffee with your cream
and sugar," she said.

Donnie smiled. "Yeah, I guess so." He nodded to the
newspaper and said, "Sports?"

Helen pulled out the sports section and handed it to her
son. "Thanks," Donnie said.

Helen was seated at a small table in the family's
breakfast nook. The nook was separated from the kitchen
by a high counter that doubled as a wet bar during
social events. The bar had a couple of high-backed,
swiveling stools situated there. It had been Donnie's
habit for years to eat breakfast at the counter.

Helen took the last bite of her breakfast. She scooted
her chair sideways so that she could hold the newspaper
in its properly unfolded position. Movement caught her
eye and she looked up to see Donnie practically facing
her as he sipped at his coffee. The sports page was
lying on the counter top, but he wasn't reading it. He
sat in a slouch, slowly swiveling back and forth, his
eyes unfocused. Clearly, he was lost in thought.

Because of the difference in height between the stool
and her chair, Helen's eyes were on a level with her
son's crotch. She couldn't stop herself from taking a
peek up the loose leg of his shorts as it flopped open
with his movements. Helen was getting a glimpse of
Donnie's cock every couple of seconds.

Her first thought was about her son's lack of underwear.
Her second thought was about his considerable dick. The
last time she had seen his penis, closely anyway, had
been when she was still giving him baths. He would
giggle and grab himself as she washed his cock and
balls. It had been amusing, embarrassing and even a
little exciting to see it fill out.

There was nothing small about his cock now, though. The
thing lay across his balls and down the leg of his
shorts. And it seemed to be getting bigger. Was her son
getting hard right here, early in the morning, in the
kitchen of all places?

u*********sly, Helen crossed her legs. She didn't notice
that her robe fell open, revealing her leg nearly to her
butt. She flexed her inner thigh muscles, squeezing her
clit. She could masturbate to orgasm doing this. It was
a trick she'd learned years ago, and it had gotten her
through many a dull business meeting. What in the world
am I doing, she wondered to herself. Am I so horny that
I'm trying to get off at the sight of my son's cock? Her
inner thighs clenched and released sending little
thrills through her clit.

Apparently, that's exactly what I'm doing, she thought.
She could actually tell that Donnie's cock-head was
getting bigger and closer as his dick lengthened. He's
got the biggest cock I've ever seen, she told herself.
Her husband, Robert, had nothing to be ashamed of in the
male equipment department, but their son had him beat.

Donnie held the mug of coffee just under his lips,
occasionally taking a sip. He had the sports section in
his other hand. He'd started to read an article about
the MLB Braves needing better pitching if they were
going to make the playoffs, but the words failed to hold
his interest. The memory of his first fuck kept
repeating in his mind. Missy had been so damn hot. She
had gone wild on his dick and cum so many times. His
eyes drifted downward. He was rock hard just thinking
about her. His dick was tenting the loose leg of his
shorts.

OH SHIT, his mind screamed. He had a full fucking hard-
on right in front of his mother. He glanced her way just
as she sniffed, cleared her throat and turned the page
of her newspaper. Good... it looked as if she had been
engrossed in some article or another. She hadn't even
noticed that her crossed leg was bare to the hip. Damn,
even his mother looked good to him this morning. Nice
smooth, shapely legs. He could see the slope of her tits
down the top of her dressing gown. Shit... he turned
away, hiding his cock. He searched the sports pages. He
needed something to take his mind off sex and loose his
hard-on so he could go dress properly.

Helen saw Donnie's eyes slide in her direction. Quickly,
she ducked her head and hid her discomfort behind a
screen of movements and sounds. She thought she'd die of
embarrassment if her son caught her staring at his
stiffened cock. When she dared to peek over the top of
her paper once again, Donnie had turned away. His eyes
scanned the sports page. Helen gave up on her
masturbation fantasy. It would have been deliciously
naughty to have quivered with a fast orgasm, but now it
was time for her to get ready for work. She arose,
rinsed her dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

"So what are your plans for today?" she asked Donnie.

"His head jerked up from the paper. "Oh... uh... I might
go back to bed for a while," he said with a laugh. And
maybe crank out a load of cum to get the day started
right, he added silently.

"Enjoy it while you can; I think your father wants you
working at the store next week," she said.

Donnie moaned and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he
said, resigned to his fate. It would be another summer
of pushing shopping carts and helping little old ladies
carry their purchases. He didn't work directly for his
father. Actually, he worked for the manager of the local
Charles'Mart, Rick Allison, their neighbor from across
the street.

Helen walked over and put her arm around his bare, warm
shoulders. "Hey, don't knock it. I know you get top pay
for anyone in that job, plus you make all those tips."

Donnie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I can charm the pants
off those old women." Now why in the hell did I put it
that way, he asked himself.

Helen laughed in agreement and said, "I just bet you
can." She leaned over and kissed him – not on the cheek
, but nearly on his ear – so that her warm breath
tickled. "See you later," she said quickly, and then she
forced herself to leave the room before she could pull
anymore flirty tricks on her son.

*

Helen had one showing early that morning. She was trying
to set up a young couple with something they could
afford on middle class earnings. She rushed through the
second showing because at noon she had something that
could draw a really nice commission. Shortly before
twelve o'clock she drove to the upscale side of town and
pulled into the drive of a large Tudor style home. Her
clients, the Thompsons were already there. They were a
couple in their mid-fifties. Hal was a handsome man with
a thickening middle. Marie was stocky but dressed
fashionably.

"Hello, sorry you had to wait on me," said Helen as she
exited her car.

The couple said their hellos. "No, really, Hal's not
happy unless he's very early to an appointment," said
Marie. "Helen, this is our son, Frederick." She gestured
to the third Thompson in their midst.

Helen smiled at Frederick. He looked as if he was old
enough to be in college, plus he was dressed about a
preppie as you could get. He was wearing madras shorts
with a matching, solid polo shirt. His sockless feet
were clad in a pair of deck shoes.

"Please, call me Freddie," the young man said as he
stuck out his hand.

"Hi, Freddie," said Helen, taking his hand. He didn't so
much shake her hand as give it a couple of gentle
squeezes. He had his father's good looks minus the
excess weight. She could tell from his confident smile
that he probably had great success with the coeds.

"Well, let's take a look inside, shall we?" said Helen
as she led the Thompsons into the house.

They made a tour of the downstairs of the two story
home. The elder Thompsons expressed approval of some
features and disapproval at others. Freddie seemed to
content to simply tag along and only offered an opinion
when he was asked. The tour ended at the French doors to
a flagstone terrace that overlooked about a half-acre of
decorative garden.

"Hey, guys, why don't you check out the garden while Ms.
Somers and I do the upstairs," Freddie said to his
parents.

Mr. Thompson checked his watch and said, "Good idea,
son. We're running a bit late." And with that, Hal and
Marie were out the door.

"I knew they were dying to get out there," said Freddie.
"They're just a couple of frustrated landscapers."

"Uh...okay," said Helen. If that's how they wanted to do
things, she could only go along. "The foyer is this
way." She led Freddie back to the main entrance and the
stairway that curved upward to the second floor. At the
top of the stairs she turned left and said, "The smaller
bedrooms are down here." They made a cursory inspection
of those bedrooms and baths.

That put them back at the landing at the top of the
stairs. "I really wish your parents would see this,"
Helen said as she gestured to a double door. She opened
one of the doors and stepped inside an enormous master
bedroom.

"As you can see, it's a generous space for a master
bedroom," Helen said as she walked to the center of the
room.

"I'll say," said Freddie. He stood, hands in pockets,
just inside the door, taking the high ceiling and square
footage. "You could almost play half-court basketball in
here," he said with a laugh.

"There's more," said Helen. She went to a pair of
folding doors and pulled one to the side. "Plenty of
closet space, too." Freddie gave an appreciative whistle
at a closet that could have held a couple of the lesser
bedrooms of the house.

"I suppose the bathroom is just as opulent?" Freddie
asked.

Well, at least he's showing some interest, thought
Helen. "Of course," she said aloud. They trekked next
door to the bathroom. "It has dual basins," she said as
she motioned at the marble topped counter. "And over
here is a whirlpool tub for two." The oversized tub sat
next to a shower.

"That looks like fun," he said, leering into the tub.

"Yes, it can be," Helen said with the air of someone who
knows from firsthand experience. "Now let me show you
the view," she said before Freddie could respond. She
strode out of the bathroom and across the room to a set
of French doors that mirrored the ones from downstairs.
Opening the doors, they walked out on a balcony that
overlooked the garden. Helen went to the railing and
rested her hands on the top. Freddie stood beside her
and put his hand on hers. Helen glanced at his hand, but
didn't move.

Out in the garden, Hal and Marie were gesturing and
pointing as if they were already directing a revision of
the grounds. "You know," Freddie said, "they really like
this place."

Helen looked at him, encouraging him to continue.

Freddie stroked the back of her hand with his little
finger. "In fact, I think my parents like this place
more than they want to let on." Helen lifted an eyebrow.
"And I think I could be persuaded to persuade them to
close the deal."

"I see," said Helen. "So what would it take to persuade
you?"

Now it was his turn to quirk an eyebrow. "The I'm a man
and you're a woman sort of persuasion."

Freddie's look was expectant – with a trace of boyish
hope. Helen liked that; it was cocky and condescending
that she would have rejected. She took his wrist and
pulled him back inside. She made sure they were out of
sight from the doors before she stopped and lifted her
face. Right on cue, Freddie kissed her.

Mmmm...he's good, thought Helen. He had soft, playful
and moist lips. They kissed lightly for a full minute
before Helen decided that this was not some romantic
make-out session. She slipped her tongue between his
lips. That seemed to rev Freddie's engine. His hands
went to her waist, and their kisses became deeper and
wetter. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her
closer.

Helen moved her leg between his and rubbed her pussy
mound high on his thigh. She could feel the pulsing
hardness of his erection. Her hands moved over his back
and squeezed his biceps. Freddie was slim but soft. He
certainly didn't have the broad shoulders and well
defined muscles of her son, Donnie. Oh god, why am I
comparing him to Donnie, Helen wondered? She had an
armful of aroused, young male right here, no need to
bring in thoughts of someone she shouldn't have.

Freddie kissed her cheek and then began to nibble his
way down her neck. He reached up and fondled her breast.
Helen had worn a light silk blouse over a navy hued,
lacy full cup bra this morning. That let her tits move
like dark, full shadows under her top. It was something
that her male clients appreciated. Now Freddie was
sliding the slick material of her blouse over her
thirty-eight D cups.

"Mmm...your breasts are beautiful," he whispered. He
undid a button on her blouse and slipped a hand inside.
He gently squeezed and fingered her bra clad breast. He
was almost too slow, too reverent. She wasn't some
school girl who needed to be seduced. Her mind wondered
back to Donnie. She wondered if he had fucked yet. She
bet he had. He had the looks. He had that slow, shy
smile that drew girls in. She bet that all he had to do
was to pull out that club of a cock he carried around
and the girls would swoon. She bet... Oh shit, girl, you
better get on with this, she told herself.

She withdrew Freddie's hand from her blouse. "Come on,"
she said and pulled him into the bathroom, closing the
door. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it
without letting the garment brush the floor. She folded
it neatly in half and laid it on the counter. Her
panties, thank goodness they were the frilly ones that
matched her bra, soon fell atop her skirt.

Freddie was standing there looking slightly stunned.
"Never seen a woman undress before?" she asked.

"Of...of course," he stammered. "You're just so damn
hot." His hands arrowed in on her tits once more.

Helen could practically feel her cunt oozing her juices.
I'm hotter than you know, she thought. She unzipped his
shorts and soon found that Freddie was a boxers kind of
guy. That made it easy to pull his rigid cock into the
open.

Helen stroked his swollen penis. It was averaged size,
maybe a bit bigger. It certainly wasn't as big as her
husband's, and far from what Donnie had down there. But
Freddie's cock had the virtue of being here, and of
being hard and eager.

"Nice one," she said. You could never go wrong by
praising a young stud's cock.

"Thanks," he said, trying to sound as if he heard that
compliment all the time.

Helen stepped back and jumped up so as to be seated
between the basins on the counter. She moved until she
knew that her pussy was situated at the edge. She and
Robert had fucked in more than one bathroom. "Come here,
Freddie," she said as she spread her legs.

She saw that he was so hard, his dick fairly vibrated as
he moved between her legs. He was one second from
plunging his cock into her lust swollen pussy lips when
she said, "You better make sure I'm all lubed up down
there." In truth, she knew that she was more than ready.
But she wanted Freddie to work for his fun.

He began slowly, at first merely brushing his lips up
and down on the wet lips of her cunt. As he licked
gently along her puffy slit, he extended his tongue a
little and stroked it along the dewy crease where the
outer lips of her cunt were barely parted. Freddie
spread her vaginal lips and flipped his tongue across
her distended clit.

"Ohhh, Freddie!" Helen moaned as she pulled his face to
her pussy. He was surprisingly good at this. "That's
it," she urged as she hunched against his questing lips
and tongue. He laved at her throbbing clitoris as his
lips closed around it to suck the bud-like nerve center
up inside his mouth. Electric-like bolts of sexual
excitement thundered through Helen as she felt his teeth
nipping at her sensitive bud, she threw wide her legs
and forced him on.

Helen kept Freddie at his heated oral play for two full
minutes. She could feel her orgasm building. Pulling at
his head she said, "Now Freddie, get that prick of yours
in me."

"Yeah," Freddie said, as he looked up with sex glazed
eyes. He stood, positioned his cock head between Helen's
inviting pussy lips, and pushed in one movement. "Oh
yes," he moaned as her flesh wrapped around his like
hot, oiled satin.

"Come on, show me what you've got," urged Helen. "Pound
my pussy...POUND MY PUSSY."

"Yeah...okay," Freddie said. He grabbed Helen's ass and
shagged her as fast as his hips could move.

Helen dug her fingers into Freddie's shoulders. His cock
was no pussy stretcher, but he was slamming it to the
hilt with every stroke. She came. It was a nice orgasm,
but she knew the next one would be the one to send her
into that realm where nothing mattered but the
sensations in her loin. If he could just...

Helen felt Freddie's strokes falter. She opened her eyes
to see his expression screwed up in an orgasmic grimace.
His body shuddered and he slowed to a breathless stop.
He'd lasted all of thirty seconds. Helen sighed in
frustration. No wonder the boy was better than expected
in foreplay – he couldn't last worth a damn. He stepped
back. Already, his cock was a shriveled, wet
disappointment.

"Helloooooo?" came the faint voice of Marie Thompson
from somewhere on the first floor.

Hello indeed, thought Helen. She pushed a dazed looking
Freddie away from her. "Put your dick back in your
pants," she instructed him. "Then go tell your parents
that I'm powdering my nose, or whatever."

"Oh...yeah... sure," Freddie said. He put his wilted
dick away and left the bathroom.

Helen flipped on the room's vent fan. She dealt with the
fluid leftovers from their little session – thank
goodness the plumbing was working. Then she took the
time to get her makeup refreshed and her clothing back
into place. As she combed her hair, she wondered if she
should cultivate Freddie as her next young stud. She
could probably teach him self control. It took her about
a second to decide that he was too moneyed and too
privileged to easily contain, and besides, he was never
going to be a stud – her pussy felt distinctly
underused. As she left the room, she decided that if
Freddie lived up to his promise to nudge his parents
into a buy, then that would prove to be her most
fulfilling part of the day.

*
Robert Somers, husband to Helen, father to Missy and
Donnie gazed across the top of the clipboard he was
carrying. Ten feet away were a couple of teen girls
carefully scrutinizing various shades of eye shadow.
This was a perk of working for the retail giant
Charles'Mart. In each of the acre-plus sized stores
there were always at least a few good looking women to
gaze upon. In the middle of the day you had your young
moms who had regained their prenatal figures. Yeah, they
were burdened with k**s, but they also tended to want to
show the world that they could fit back into their tight
jeans and tee shirts. Said tee shirts over flowing with
hormone enhanced breasts.

Early evening was best though. That was when girls in
their late teens and early twenties showed up. They were
on their way to or from somewhere more socially
interesting, but they came to Charles'Mart to pick up
the necessities. And, like those two a few feet away,
they took the time for hair and makeup and they wore
clothes to attract the eye. One of these girls was nice
looking but kind of plump. The other was a real beauty,
though. She was wearing a sun dress and heels. The dress
showed off her flawless, tanned skin while a cascade of
dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Presently, they
made their selection and moved on. Robert's eyes flicked
back to his clipboard.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Somers?"

Robert turned and saw the middle-age woman who ran the
beauty aids department of the store. He winked at her
and said, "Everything's in good shape, Vera." He'd known
the woman for years, but it was a good thing she had on
her nametag, otherwise he'd have been stuck.

She nodded as if he'd just confirmed what she already
knew. "Well, I try," she said. "Heaven only knows where
they expect me to put all the stuff that's back in that
storeroom."

"But you always do," Robert pushed in when she paused
for a breath. "Now, I've got to head over to hardware
and see what kind of a mess they have."

Vera laughed. "Okay, see you later, Mr. Somers," she
said as he moved away.

Robert was the district manager over a dozen stores and
it was his duty to inspect each store on a regular
basis. That was what he was doing here, about fifty
miles from home. He felt a vibration at his belt; it was
his cell phone. Robert checked the screen. It said
'Scheduling,' but that was just a cover. He knew from
the number that it was his lover, Mia.

"Hey," he said into the phone. "You must be halfway down
seventy-eight by now," naming the road between this
store and the regional office where she worked.

Mia was a five foot tall firecracker. She had dark hair
and eyes, perfect tits and a great ass. She had been a
cashier at one of Robert's stores when they met. It had
been lust at first sight. He had conspired to just
happen to be at the employee entrance when she left the
store that day. Thirty minutes later she was giving him
a stellar blowjob in his car. And not long after, they
came to an agreement. He would advance her position
within Charles'Mart to the limit of her capabilities and
she would give him her body; it having the benefit of a
decade of gymnastic training. The girl could fuck him
upside down, sideways and backwards.

On the phone, Mia said, "No hell no, my car broke down.
I'm at the dealership. I'll have to leave it here so
they can take a look at it in the morning."

Robert sighed. Mia drove an old Honda with reckless
abandon and with reckless disregard to any sort of
maintenance. He was tempted to give her an 'I told you
so,' but that wouldn't help the situation. "So how are
you getting home?" he asked.

"Dad's coming to pick me up," she said. She still lived
with her parents.

"Okay," Robert said, trying to sound positive. "You
could drive his truck over here."

"Oh...Robert...it's too late. You know, by the time I
got there we'd have lost the dinner reservations and
then I would be so late getting home, not to mention the
fuss Dad would have over the mileage I put on his
precious pickup."

"Mmm...I was really looking forward to tonight," Robert
said in disappointment. He had made reservations at a
nice restaurant, and then after dinner he and Mia would
have spent a couple of hours fucking their brains out.
With the help of one of his little blue pills, Robert
could usually make it three or four times.

"I know, me too," Mia said. "But we'll have that
convention in Vegas in a couple of weeks. Listen, Dad's
here – I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow." The two
said their goodbyes.

Robert snapped his phone closed and did his best to
shove it angrily back in its case. He hadn't had a good
screw in two weeks. Tonight was supposed to tide him
over until he got together with Mia in Las Vegas. Oh
well.

He checked his watch and did some figuring. He had
planned on finishing his inspection of this store
tomorrow morning. But if he pushed things along, he
could be home and in his own bed – no matter how horny –
around midnight. He pulled out his phone and called the
house. Helen answered on the third ring.

"Hi, honey, how's it going?" he asked.

"Mmm...things are pretty calm," she answered. "We had
pizza for dinner, and then Donnie went to a movie.
Jennifer came over; she's going to spend the night with
Missy."

"How's Jennifer holding up?" Robert said. Jennifer
Allison was the daughter of Rick Allison, the manager of
the local Charles'Mart in the town where the Somers
lived. His wife had left to, "find herself," as she put
it, somewhere in northern California. Jennifer had taken
it badly.

"Oh, between the crying jags, she's okay," Helen said
with a snort.

"Well, too bad," Robert said. "I'm going to finish up
here tonight, so I'll be home late."

They talked a few more minutes and hung up. Not for the
first time, Robert reflected on his marriage. He and
Helen usually meshed together nicely on the practical
matters in their relationship. Too bad there was no
passion left between them. A couple or three basic fucks
were all they could manage in a month. He felt that
their sex was only slightly better than masturbation.

*

Missy watched as Jennifer took a tour of Missy's
bedroom. Jennifer hadn't visited there in months. "Why
do you have a math book?" Jennifer asked, pointing to
the textbook on Missy's dresser.

Missy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh, I failed the
advanced placement math test. I'll have to take it again
in July."

Jennifer sniffed and said, "I thought you were smart."

"I am smart," Missy said, trying to sound offended when
she knew that her friend was only ribbing her. "There're
just a couple of things I can't get."

"Hey, I know who could tutor you," said Jennifer.

"Who's that?" asked Missy.

"Ned Turkleton,"

"Nerdleton?" Missy said, surprised.

"He's not so nerdish these days," Jennifer said. "He got
Lasik, or maybe contacts, anyway those awful glasses he
used to wear are gone. He's let his hair grow out. He's
looking pretty good."

"Hmm...well maybe," Missy said. Ned was a rising senior
at the high school. He was also an A student who tutored
for a fee – most of his clients were the school jocks
who ran to him when it looked as they might go on
academic probation and thus lose their playing
privileges.

"Oh," was all Jennifer said. She was getting that look
in her eyes again - the one she got just before another
crying spurt.

Oh crap, Missy thought. She'd done her best to keep
Jennifer's mind off her runaway mother. They'd even
played dress up – of a sort. Missy had pulled out her
nighties and they had tried them on. Missy had ended up
wearing a satin navy number that fell only to mid-thigh.
Jennifer was wearing a frosted white one with lace bra
cups. It was supposed to fall loosely to below her
knees. The hem was below her knees, alright. But there
was nothing loose about it.

You see, where Missy was slim and cute – Jennifer was a
blonde bombshell. Her breasts practically spilled out of
the cups made for a less endowed girl. The thin straps
looked as if they might part at the least exertion. And
the sheer material of the nighty clung to her curves so
that there was no doubt that Jennifer was wearing a low
rise, flower patterned panty.

Missy was seated on her bed. She motioned for Jennifer
to join her. "Come here and I'll tell you a secret," she
said.

Jennifer seemed to perk up at that. She lay down on her
side beside Missy, propping her head up on her hand.
"What is it?" she asked.

"Donnie thinks you're hot," Missy confided.

"No way," Jennifer said. Donnie had always treated her
like another little sister, when he'd taken notice of
her at all. She turned her head down so that her long
ash blonde hair fell across her face. It was something
she did when she felt uneasy. "You're teasing me," she
said.

Missy reached out and brushed her friend's hair back
behind her ear. "My god, Jen, have you looked in the
mirror lately? You're sexy as hell."

Jennifer giggled and sat up. "Really? I mean about
Donnie?" she asked.

Missy nodded. "Really...to both."

"Thank you," Jennifer said with a catch in her voice.

Missy leaned forward. She said in a low, soft voice,
"There's something else; he's a really good kisser too."
She tilted her head and kissed Jennifer on the lips as
lightly as a feather. Jennifer responded, soon their
lips were parting as they brushed one another. Missy put
her hand on Jennifer's thigh. Her tongue began to play
about on Missy's lips.

They had done this before. At first it had been 'let's
practice kiss,' but there had also been just plain old
make out sessions which had led to some heavy petting.
Missy had always ended those evenings masturbating
furiously, alone. They never talked about it, but Missy
had often dreamed about them going farther.

Jennifer caressed the back of Missy's neck and pulled
her closer. Her tongue slipped between Missy's lips and
their kiss grew deeper and wetter. They went at it for
three full minutes before Jennifer pulled back to get
some air. "I bet he doesn't kiss any better than you
do," she said. She paused for a beat and he eyes shot
wide open. "Wait a minute, how do you know he's a good
kisser?"

"Because I've kissed him," Missy said in a matter of
fact voice.

"Oh you're k**ding me," Jennifer said.

"Huh uh," said Missy, her face was only inches from