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"What's Christy want?" Dan asked.

"How do you know it's her?" Charlie checked his phone.

"Because it's always her, man. Ever since you started dating her it's been, like, nonstop. For real. What's it say?"

"It says she has good news and bad news and which do I want first."

"Always take the bad news first," Dan took a bite of his square pizza while Charlie texted back, any further rumination on Tony Soprano's fate paused until the disjointed exchange could conclude. "I don't get it, you're not a jock or popular or anything. You're a nerd like me; How did you get a girl like Christy and I'm still downloading porn at home?"

Charlie's phone buzzed. "She's on her period."

"Cool, maybe we can actually hang out for once. I heard that new movie is-"

"She has the house to herself," Charlie said as he stared at his phone's tiny screen. "Parents are getting a hotel room for their anniversary."

"Gross," Dan said.

Charlie couldn't be bothered to think about Christy's parents having old-person sex in a hotel room. All that his mind had room for at the moment was the last time he hung out with Christy while she was on her period. She was so worked up that she wound up going down on him in a bathroom stall at the Best Buy, then again in her parent's garage while they were supposed to be saying goodbye to each other. He snapped out of these memories when he realized that Dan was talking. "What?"

"I said I guess that's a pass on the movie." Dan looked upset.

Charlie shrugged and said "Sorry, dude. I can't say no to her."

"I get it," Dan said. "I'd be doing the same thing. I just don't understand why you can't invite me to those parties you guys are always going to."

"Uhh," Charlie looked back at his phone and quickly typed a note saying he'd come by after yearbook committee. Although he'd started working toward his learner's permit, Charlie still didn't have a car of his own. Christy lived within biking distance of school though so he recently took up several extra-curricular activities to keep him late most days. His parents ate it up since he said it was for college applications, and he could bike back to school to get picked up if none of his friends were available to give him rides. It was the perfect system.

"Jesus it's like you're in some cult now. Is sex really that great?"

Charlie gave his friend a sympathetic look and said "yes. Yes it is."

-

Charlie pulled up to Christy's house at around four o'clock. It had been hard to listen during Yearbook with his mind on other things and the meeting seemed to take forever. After leaving his bike around back out of habit, he walked across the empty driveway and approached the front door to find a note stuck to it saying "Come on in." Sure enough, the door was open.

Inside, he spied one of Christy's tops strewn across the first few stairs leading up toward her room. Charlie's dick began to swell. He constantly thought about the warmth that she gave him when she took him into her mouth. The way her tongue playfully darted under his head, swirling it like ice cream and digging into his urethra before running down under toward his shaft. He heard the sound of a running shower from upstairs but the house was otherwise quiet.

Quickly, Charlie kicked off his shoes by the door and undid his belt. Looking up to the second floor, he saw Christy's jeans bunched and discarded and figured he should follow suit. Stripping naked in the foyer, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he stepped toward the stairs. His cock led the way, sticking out before him like a lightning rod. He slowly climbed the stairs, careful to avoid the various articles of clothing forming a trail to be followed. After her top and jeans were socks, a bra, and finally a pair of panties laying before a closed bathroom door. Charlie bent over and picked them up, inhaling deeply.

Christy's was the only pussy he had ever smelled or tasted, but he liked to think he now knew her scent well enough to pick it out of a line-up. Today's were extra musky though and still a little damp. He checked for blood but found none. Standing with her panties in one hand and his dick in the other, he contemplated whether or not to go in and join her in the shower. His question was answered when he looked up and found another note stuck to the door, this one reading "Wait in my room, i'll be done in a minute."

Turned on by this little scavenger hunt, Charlie padded down the hall to Christy's room. Inside, a Mazzy Star CD was playing and all her candles were lit. He laid down on her bed and arranged her pillows into a pile to lean against. He wanted to be ready right when she came out, legs spread and cock pointing right at her. Maybe she was using the shower head to get herself ready because she knows that intercourse isn't an option? Whatever her plan, Charlie was sure he'd enjoy it.

A few moments later, he heard the shower stop and bathroom door open. "Charlie?" Christy called.

"In here," he replied, splaying his legs out across her bed.

"Good, I thought I heard you come in," Christy entered her room completely nude. Unsure of what to think, Charlie was still a bit surprised to see almost no difference in her appearance. Just a tiny string hanging between her thighs gave away that she was on her period. He guessed that was stupid; it's not like she grew a third leg or something every month. But still, this was the first time he'd seen her naked during one of aunt flow's visits. God, she was gorgeous.

"What?" She asked, covering herself a bit. "Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all! I just can't believe how lucky I am that I get to be here and see you... like that."

"Aww, Charlie!" She crossed the room and climbed onto her bed, crawling into his waiting arms. "You know I don't like that, when you discredit yourself. You don't realize how great you are. I'm the lucky one."

"I doubt that," taking her into a kiss and embrace, Charlie pulled her down onto her stomach, pressing himself into her abdomen as they start to make out. After a few moments, he poked his tongue out to test the waters and quickly dove in when she reciprocated, exploring each other's tongues and mouths as they hugged each other tight.

Now thrusting his hips, pushing into her rhythmically, Charlie withdrew from the kiss and said "We really have the house for the whole night?"

"Yeah," she whispered. "Can you stay?"

Charlie nodded, having gotten Dan to begrudgingly cover for him if his parents called asking for him.

Christy smiled. "I'm so glad. I've been thinking about you all day."

"You don't know the half of it." Charlie thrust again, rubbing the underside of his dick against her soft skin. "I can't get you out of my head, babe. You treat me so good."

She reached down and grasped him, squeezing the base of his shaft and pressing it up against her. "Did he miss me too?"

Charlie moaned, suddenly incapable of speech. He closed his eyes and nodded.

"Want me to make it feel good?"

Charlie nodded once more, lightly placing his hand on her shoulder and motioning for her to slide down the bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"What? I... just thought... umm... huh?"

Christy laughed. "If you want me to suck it you can just ask, Charlie. You don't have to push my head down like some rape victim."

"No! I didn't... I mean, I'd never..."

"Shhhh," Christy slowly started to stroke him in her hand, making his words fall to pieces. "I'm flattered, but I had something else in mind today."

"Wha... what's that?" he asked.

"I want to try it."

"You want to try it?" With her hand on him, it was hard for Charlie to make sense of the words. "What's 'it'?"

"You know, it." A grin spread across her face.

"With the tampon in?" He asked.

"No! Eww! Gross!," Christy slapped him on the thigh. "I don't mean that. I mean... further back."

Charlie's cock jumped. He had complicated thoughts about the time Jo stuck a finger up his ass the first time he had sixty-nine-ed with Christy but felt too embarrassed to talk about it afterward. Therefore, when Christy had expressed some anxiety over receiving any similar attention, he quickly agreed and dismissed the territory as out of bounds. He did often wonder what it would feel like though, and how it would be different from regular sex. The Internet seemed to think it was the best sex you could have, but Charlie felt that vaginal intercourse was already just about perfect. Swallowing all these thoughts in one loud gulp, he said "Really? You're sure?"

Christy nodded and said "I talked to Jo about it. She told me the right way to do it. Do you want to?"

"Fuck... yes! Which... where do you want to... what should I do?"

She rolled off of him and grabbed some items from her nightstand. "For starters, put this on," she said as she threw a condom onto his chest.

Without comment, Charlie ripped the package open and started rolling the latex sleeve down the length of his cock. He'd heard all the pregnancy scare crap from everyone and was very happy that Christy's sister was willing to keep them in steady supply. "Done."

Next, Christy opened a bottle of lubricant and dribbled a few drops onto the sheathed head of her boyfriend's cock. "Rub that in," she said, sliding the last few drops onto her index finger as she closed the bottle. As he followed her instruction, she reached down toward her freshly-cleaned spot. She almost didn't need it. Even with the tampon she was getting so wet as to make a little trail down between her cheeks.Yes she was anxious, but Charlie's cock felt so good in her everywhere they had tried up until this point that she wasn't super worried. Plus just seeing him stroke himself like that, spreading the lube around all over himself, was incredibly exciting for her. She imagined him doing that every night, his last thought of the evening being her. She wanted to give him her whole body, even if it was slightly uncomfortable.

Rolling onto her hands and knees, Christy said "Now get behind me" and waited for him to get up on his knees and reposition. A moment later, his pelvis was up against her ass and she could feel his cock between her legs. Remembering everything Jo told her, she took hold of him and slowly guided his head until it pressed gently against her in just the right spot. "Now don't move. Let me come to you."

Charlie obeyed, not believing his eyes as the tip of his cock slid into her asshole with zero resistance. This lube really was something.

Christy tried to relax and present herself like Jo said, using her muscles to open herself up as if she had to fart. Everything was so slippery back there that she felt half his head pop in immediately. Out of reflex she contracted, squeezing it out just as quickly as it had come in.

"Are you ok?" Charlie asked from behind her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No no," Christy replied. "Just feels new. Let me go slow. You're doing great." Opening herself up again, she grasped his shaft for greater control then very slightly leaned back onto him. Immediately she felt him invade her, filling her up. From her hand she knew barely more than his head was in but on the inside it felt enormous. She let it sit there while her body got used to it, marvelling at how big he felt. Everything was so much more intense. She let her hand go to steady herself.

"Oh god," Charlie said. He had just seen his cockhead eaten by her body in one hungry gulp. Even with the condom on he could feel everything. He wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and thrust forward, pushing in as deep as he could. He didn't dare try it though, even if he never got deeper than this, it was still amazing. If she let him, he would jerk off like this just feeling that pressure on his head and still be in heaven.

Now not feeling quite so full, Christy exhaled and pushed back a little more. Without her hand to gauge, she kept going for what seemed like a mile until a sharp pain jabbed at her guts. "Oh," she leaned forward. "Slow. How much is in?"

"Few inches," Charlie told her. "Maybe halfway there."

"Halfway!? It feels like a goddamn garden hose."

"It feels incredible, babe. We just go slow right? Is that what Jo said?"

Christy nodded and tried to relax, letting the momentary pain subside. Now, the first inch or so was fine; it was just that last little bit that felt like she was being stabbed. She gave it a minute or so until she got used to it then slowly tried again. This time, she passed by her last length without problem and was able to take a few more inches before it felt like his cock had come up against a wall. "Hold on a minute," she said.

"Anything you want," Charlie had lightly placed his hands on her hips but wasn't exerting any force.

Christy sat there letting herself open up to him, testing the waters every little while to see if she could take him deeper. A few tries in, his angle worked just right and she backed herself up until she felt his pubes push against her ass. "Is that it? Are you in?"

"Oh god," Charlie replied. "Are you ok?"

She most definitely was. Now that she was loosened up, she still felt full but not uncomfortably so. "Yeah, Charlie. It feels good."

Charlie's grip on her hips tightened. "Can I...?"

"Slowly."

Charlie withdrew about an inch then plunged in again, feeling how incredibly tight it was around his whole length. He couldn't believe he was actually in her ass. It felt pretty similar to her pussy - same warmth, same closeness - except much much tighter. He was also grateful for every drop of lube as it seemed she needed it. For once, the condom seemed like it helped.

"That's hot and tight," Christy half-moaned. Feeling him take control, thrust into her soft insides, scratched at an itch she didn't know she had.

Testing the waters, Charlie tried again, pulling back about half his length then plunging back in.

"Oh god, Charlie. That feels good. Does that feel good for you?"

"Yah-huh," Charlie grunted. In truth he was already starting to go zen to avoid finishing. He couldn't look down because the sight of his shaft disappearing into that tight hole was too much. He simply couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Try it faster. Fuck me, Charlie. Fuck me like you know I want it."

"Ungh," Charlie couldn't deny her. Soon, the sound of his skin slapping against the back of her thighs mixed with creaking bed springs as he began to build up a rhythm. He couldn't tell if that feeling was his cock sliding inside the condom or if the condom had broken because she was so tight or if it was the lube allowing him such a smooth ride but it felt incredibly fucking hot. He thought about math homework.

"Fuck me, Charlie! Fuck my ass!" Christy now gave in to her libido. She loved that they had the house to themselves and she could be as loud as she wanted. She was also relieved that it actually felt good and didn't hurt like Jo warned it might. She could not only feel Charlie's heartbeat but also every ragged breath through his pistoning rod. She felt so close to him...she wanted him to finish and feel it too. "Cum in my ass, baby! I need it so deep! Please baby cum in my ass!"

Numbers evaporated as the words entered Charlie's ears. How did he get the hottest girl in the world!? Can you believe she wants me to cum? In her ass? Oh god...

That familiar ripple shuddered through him and he thrust forward with all his weight. The primal animal part of his brain told his body to bury his load as deep as he could. Christy clenched down and he felt like his cock was in a vice grip. Stronger than her pussy, stronger than his hand, stronger than anything he'd felt before. The semen shot in spurts and spasms as her muscles pulsed to let it through.

They both screamed, letting all their tension release in coordinated shudders of pleasure. Christy wasn't sure if she actually came or just felt residual sensation from Charlie but enjoyed the ride nonetheless. She finally let go of him and relaxed her body as the two of them collapsed forward onto the bed.

"Holy fuck," Charlie whispered in between gasps. "That was... unbelievable."

"You were" she whispered back, floating somewhere in a pool of warmth.

Rolling off of her, Charlie collapsed onto his back and looked up at the ceiling while trying to catch his breath. He could feel his load hanging in the condom's reservoir tip off the head of his cock.

Christy, now feeling gaped wide open and still riding the sensation of feeling her man expand and explode in her, felt the cool air on her clit and shivered. Charlie had gotten her close but the sensation was new and still a bit uncomfortable so she had yet to climax. Without looking, she reached over into her night table drawer and fetched her little pink plastic vibrator.

The sound of buzzing brought Charlie back to Earth. He looked over and saw Christy's hand between her legs, slowly motioning in deliberate circles as she lay on her back next to him. "What can I do for you, babe?" He asked.

The vibe was doing its job. Christy felt deep tremors spike up into her with every direct touch to her clit. When she activated her kegels and clenched, she could still feel the lube in her ass and sliding between her cheeks. Looking over, she saw Charlie propped up on his elbow with a willing look in his eye. God, he made her so hot. She couldn't believe they had actually done it, and it felt good. It was so nasty. And this nasty girl needed to cum. She glanced down and saw his shrinking cock filling half the condom, the full tip swinging like a pendulum. What would a nasty girl do?

"Pour it over me," she said in a breathless whisper.

"Huh?" Charlie leaned in to hear.

"Your cum. Pour it all over me."

In a flash, Charlie was up on his knees beside her and pulling the condom off of himself. It stretched and slipped from his grasp as the lube still had some life left. Slower on his second try, he carefully held the halfway point and stretched the rubber until it snapped free of his dick. Now holding it by the ring and gently swinging it over her stomach, he asked "Where do you want it?"

"Let me taste a little, baby," she whimpered before opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She bore down with the vibe as he slowly positioned the condom over her face and began to lift the tip of it. Holding her breath as the liquid inside started sliding down the length of it, she thrust her hips in the air and clenched her abs as tight as she could.

A thick glob fell several inches from the latex ring at the condom's base and landed right onto Christy's tongue. Right away she tasted it: much stronger than when he finished directly into her mouth. The semen had cooled considerably and also picked up the flavor of the latex itself. It was not a pleasant taste. She swallowed before she could gag and gave an involuntary shudder as she shook her head. The orgasm waiting on the wings deflated and she let her body go loose, dropping her ass back down onto the bed.

"Was it funky?" Charlie asked, careful to pull up and not pour any more onto her face.

"No," she tried to be nice. "Just so strong. I didn't expect it."

Charlie put a hand on her navel, his warmth spreading across her body and making it push back against it involuntarily. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

"Mmmm... pour the rest on my chest," she decided. "So I can rub it in." That sounded very nasty indeed.

Without pause, Charlie upended the condom and let his seed pour out. A gush of pearlescent liquid spattered between Christy's breasts followed by a few thick globs more dense than the rest. Once more contracting her body and jamming the vibe down onto her clit, Christy took her free hand and began smearing the jism across both of her breasts. Even cold, the liquid was undeniably cum. No lotion or lube felt anything like this. With her messy hand, she rubbed it into one nipple then began trying to pinch it between her slick fingers.

Charlie threw the emptied rubber off the bed and bent down over her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He felt her moan into him and her body shuddered once more.

As he pulled away, Christy whispered "Am I a nasty girl, baby?"

"Yes, babe. So nasty," he replied, pushing his hand below her navel just above where she was working her vibe.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me how nasty I am."

"You're so fucking nasty," Charlie cooed. "You're a cum-eating, ass-fucking nasty slut who can't get enough of my cock."

"Oooh yes, baby. I'm such a slut," her breathing quickened, matching her wrist and her hips now.

"I want to shoot cum on you before school one day and have you rub it in like that so you can smell and feel it on you all day. Would you like that, slut?"

Christy's face flushed.

Shifting his position, Charlie slapped his cock down on Christy's forehead. "You like that, dirty slut?"

"In my mouth, baby. Put it in my mouth."

Christy, ass lifted up off the bed and all the pressure of her hand smashing the vibe against her clit, opened her mouth and took Charlie's cock in. She could taste a tinge of that strong flavor but no longer cared. The crest was finally here and that hint of strong flavor just made it break. Now nothing could stop her from riding the wave all the way in.

Charlie watched in astonishment as Christy's eyes rolled back and she let out a muffled scream. Her whole body shook like she was having a seizure, flopping up and down on the bed like a fish out of water. Her hand flew away, the small pink vibe sliding off the bed and buzzing on the carpet below. Now the hand was clasped firmly between her closed legs as she rolled from side to side, tugging at his dick like he was a tether keeping her anchored to this world. Her lips stay clamped onto him though and her teeth never bit down. After almost a full minute, her shaking subsided and she opened her eyes, releasing him with a smile.

"Wow."

"Fuckin' A," Charlie laughed. "I can't believe how fucking sexy you are."

"Me? What about all that dirty talk, stud?" She made room for Charlie to lay back down and nuzzled up to his side.

"It was all you," he said, once more looking up at the ceiling.

"You can though," she said.

"I can what?"

"You can shoot on me whenever and wherever you want. I'm all yours, Charlie Foster."

"And I am all yours, Christy McKenzie." The two kissed for a long time.

-

"Ready for round two?" It was later. The two had relaxed by watching TV for a while in Christy's bed. It was nice, being able to languish together in the nude without worrying about time or anyone disrupting them. They had briefly showered so that Christy could rinse off her chest and Charlie could clean his dick and now the two of them were under the covers as the sun set outside

"Are you?" Charlie asked. "I figured that once was probably..."

"Oh, yeah. I'm way too sore to try that again." Christy wasn't hurting but still felt it with every movement. It was a good ache, but an ache nonetheless. "For tonight anyway. But I'll suck your dick in any room of the house," she smiled.

"Wow," Charlie thought about it. "Sex in the kitchen, right where your parents eat. Hot."

The two of them laughed. "I'm serious! We never get the house to ourselves. Let's take advantage."

"Well, there is one place," Charlie said. "What about your sister's room?"

Christy looked at him. "Do you have a thing for my sister?" She was half joking.

"No! Of course not! But any time you're wearing anything sexy you always tell me it belongs to her. I'd like to look through her closet and pick out something for you to wear."

She thought about it. "Ok, we can do that. Just don't call me by her name when you cum in my mouth ok? I'll spit it right on you; I'm not lying."

They both hopped off the bed and entered the hall, opening the door to their immediate left to enter Christy's sister's room. Right off the bat, Charlie was fascinated. While Christy's room came as no surprise to him since it basically reflected her personality of neat and tidy with just a few movie posters on the walls along with several collages cut from magazines and print-outs of things she liked, Laura's room looked like some sort of emo art dungeon. The walls were painted a dark purple and plastered with posters of bands he'd never heard of before. The bed was a full queen, larger than Christy's and made up with red silk sheets and a black blanket. Aside from a small desk holding a cluttered pile of heavy textbooks, the place was disorganized chaos. Clothes lay in sprawling piles across the carpeted floor, an entertainment console held a large stereo box underneath a decent tv, and the speakers were mounted to the walls with the wires hanging loose from hooks on the ceiling. The smell of incense was thick and immediate.

"Gosh, how do you know where anything is?" He asked.

"Um... she has a loose system." Christy crossed the room and slid open a closet door revealing several hanging racks of clothes.

Charlie spied a chest of drawers and took a guess that the top drawer would hold underwear. Since they were both naked, he figured pretense was out the door and went to look. Sliding it open, a long semi-transparent pink cylinder with a molded penis head on either end rolled to the front of the drawer. He picked it up, surprised by the weight of it, and bounced the rubber tube so that both ends shook. "Uhh, I found something."

"Oh that," Christy looked back from the closet and giggled. "Don't feel threatened."

He guessed the length at eighteen inches. "I'm not threatened, I'm intrigued. Do you think she's used this with someone?"

"Ummmm... I'm not sure," She said sheepishly.

Immediately picking up on her behavior, Charlie asked "Have you used this with her?"

She blushed then said "Of course not!"

Putting the double dildo back, he noticed an assortment of other toys living in the top drawer. She had a few other dildoes of various lengths and widths with one looking more like a tentacle than a penis. She also had a complicated-looking thing with what looked like a rubber head of a penis followed by a shaft that was full of pearly beads followed by a molded butterfly sticking out of the base that ended with a plastic control pad with various sliders and buttons. It looked like some crazy sex wand. There were also nipple clamps, several bottles of lube, and a pair of handcuffs.

"Where did she get all this stuff?" He asked.

"Well, when she was younger she dated an older guy. I think he bought her most of it."

Slowly sliding the top drawer closed, Charlie tried the second one down and hit paydirt. The smell of femininity wafted up into his nose as he opened a drawer full of bras and panties. It was like Christmas with so many colors and styles piled on top of each other. He picked one at random - a purple lace g-string - and absently ran his thumb along the tiny cotton gusset in the crotch. They felt soft and intimate.

"What about this?" Christy asked.

Charlie turned around, dropping the panties like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and saw her holding something up against her body that was hanging from a wire hanger. It took him a second to register it as clothing rather than a complicated series of straps and panels. Finally he recognized it as a bra and panty set with a web of sheer mesh connecting the two along the front. The waistband of the panties also had garter straps hanging down.

Christy started to giggle.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"I can tell you like it," she said, pointing to his waist.

He looked down and saw that his cock had come to life. It poked out before him, proclaiming the lingerie a success without him having to say a word. "Put it on," he whispered as he left the panty drawer behind.

He took a seat at the foot of the bed and slowly stroked himself as he watched Christy separate and unhook all of the components of the outfit from the hanger. She then held up the main piece of clothing and stepped into it, pulling the panties up first then bringing the bra straps over her shoulders before going about the delicate process of correcting the placement of each strap. Now that it was on her body, Charlie could see that it was not technically a bra and panty set since it didn't actually cover her nipples or pussy. Instead, black straps framed her crotch and each breast then connected with a piece that covered her stomach and navel with alternating sheer mesh and black lycra. Once she got the straps where they needed to be and secured, she picked up one of the black stockings and began rolling it up to a ring before fitting her toes through and unrolling up to her thigh.

He had to stop stroking when she reached back to secure the rear garter. The sight of her on display in front of him like this with her sex framed for viewing by the lingerie was better than any porn he'd ever seen. He caught a drip of precum and used it to slick the rest of his cockhead.

Once she had the both stockings secure, Christy took the last piece of the ensemble and held it out in front of her. It was the tiniest g-string Charlie had ever seen - two narrow black straps meeting with a small triangular patch of sheer mesh - and stepped into it, pulling it up until the mesh was snug against her lips. "Do you like it, Charlie?" She asked.

Charlie nodded, mouth agape.

"Did you see I shaved for you?"

Her pussy was nothing but a slit and pale mound behind the mesh.

"What about my ass?" She turned around to show her man. Charlie hadn't seen the back yet and was surprised to find out that the crotchless panties spread back out to the waistband more like a jockstrap than underwear, leaving the center free for the g-string to disappear in. The net effect was almost geometric, with straps travelling the curve of each cheek as well as fitting snug between them.

From this angle, Charlie could see no sign of the front panel. Just a bra strap up top and that glorious design on her ass. He reached out and caressed her, running his hand over the contour of her rear.

She turned to face him once again then said "lay back" and gently pushed his forehead back toward the bed. Charlie complied, laying back onto the bed until he had to prop himself up on his elbows to keep her in view.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto her knees before him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she pushed them apart and looked into his eyes over his erect penis standing straight up. "Am I the best girlfriend in the world?" She asked.

"You're the best... in every world... in every universe... in every reality," Charlie said.

She smiled then opened her mouth and lowered her lips down around his shaft.

She immediately went as far down as she could go until his head pushed against the back of her throat. She let it go a little farther because she knew he liked it when she made that little gagging sound and because she thought that one day, with enough practice, she might be able to take it straight into her throat. Today, it almost worked. She felt the head pass her tonsils and start angling down but then her gag reflex kicked in, tightening her throat and forcing it back up with a half croak. She came off it and looked down for the rope of throat-spit connecting him to her lips. Once she had some of that on him, things got a lot easier. This, along with a very long list of other things, was knowledge passed down from Jo.

Charlie felt the warmth envelop him then saw her gag and convulse on him. He almost shot then and there, wanting to someday be able to shoot past her mouth directly into her throat, but today she couldn't go quite far enough. Instead, she pulled back, leaving a little trail of spit from the head of his dick to her lips. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled and filled his heart. Christy was like waking up to find out he was living in a dream too good for him to even imagine. She reached up and took one of his hands then brought it to the back of her head and plunged down once again.

Christy knew that even with the pressure from his hand, she could set the pace if she wanted. This was more like a nonverbal guide telling her when he wanted to speed up or slow down. His orgasm wasn't as complicated as hers but it still took finesse and all the questions she wanted to ask he was never in the mood to answer. Plus, Jo told her that most guys loved it when you let them treat you like a whore and so far she'd found that to be true. What Jo didn't tell her was that she would like it too.

As Charlie pulled Christy's head down onto his cock, she began to moan with her mouth full. He fucking loved this. Tonight she immediately got very loud, so much so that he thought it strange until he realized they were alone. Usually they had to be quiet. Jesus, she must really love it. Charlie started to moan in unison with Christy, creating a rhythm that would build then subside, build then subside. It was during one of these building crescendos that Christy's sister appeared in the doorway and said "Jesus christ."

Christy looked up and immediately popped Charlie's cock out of her mouth when she saw her sister there. It took Charlie a moment longer; he had not heard Laura's voice over the sound of his moans. First he looked down at Christy to see what was wrong then followed her gaze back toward the door and saw her sister standing there staring at both of them. "Oh shit," he curled up and used his hands to cover his dick. "I'm so sorry."

"Why the fuck are you guys in my room?" Laura asked.

"I- It's my fault. We can explain!" Charlie got off the bed and looked around for something to cover himself with. Since all of his clothes were in Christy's room, he bent down and grabbed a pile of dirty laundry then held it over his erection.

"You don't have to explain, but can't you do that in your own room, sis?"

Christy ran to the doorway. "I'm so sorry. We thought we had the house to ourselves and Charlie wanted to see me in some of your lingerie and things got carried away. Is everything ok?"

Laura shook her head and said "I just had a fight with Justin."

"Was it serious?" Christy lowered her voice.

"Justin's a serious asshole is all. He fucked that bitch from his art class; I found it on his phone."

"I'm so sorry!" Christy gave her sister a hug.

"It's just that he lied about it, you know?" A hitch caught in Laura's throat and she had to look up to keep her eyes from tearing. After a moment, she took a deep breath and said "Sorry, I don't mean to dump this on you and ruin your fun. We can talk about it later."

Charlie cleared his throat. "It's really ok. If you need some time I can-"

"Please get your wet dick off my clothes," Laura interrupted, looking past her sister to the naked man in his room desperately clutching her sweater to his groin.

"Oh, shit. I'm..." Charlie dropped the clothes like they were on fire, once more exposing his swollen dick.

"You guys can keep fucking, just stay in your own room, ok? I won't bother you."

"Are you sure?" Christy asked. "If you want we could-"

"I'm fine. I'm just going to put some music on and load a bowl. Think about things for a bit. Really, it's ok." Laura stepped aside to make room for the two lovers to pass. After one final look to make sure everything was ok, Christy exited her sister's room. As Charlie followed, Laura stole a glance down at the boy's cock. "Mm-hmm," she muttered under her breath.

-

As soon as the couple were back in Christy's room, they heard Laura's door close and loud electronic music start throbbing through the wall. "What do we do now?" Charlie asked, looking for his clothes before remembering he left them down in the foyer.

Christy shrugged and said "she said it was ok, and it looks like you haven't lost any interest."

It was true. While the encounter was shocking and a little embarrassing, it was also a turn on. Laura was only the third woman to see Charlie's dick while hard (if you don't count that one time his mom walked in on him jerking off) and he couldn't get the thought of Christy's sister sharing that double dildo with one of her friends from college out of his head. Consequently, he had remained rock hard even with Christy's spit drying in the air.

"Well," Charlie said, "we did have a whole night planned. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste." His hand gingerly started stroking himself.

Watching this, Christy smiled and slowly lowered herself down then began to crawl forward on her hands and stockinged knees.

Charlie sat down on the edge of her bed and watched her approach, not breaking eye contact as she traversed her room. When she was close enough she opened her mouth and he obliged by positioning himself such that he slid right in as she made her final approach. The warmth of her mouth and softness of her tongue felt like diving into a fantasy. He felt her lips wrap around him and engulf him almost all the way down his shaft. "God you are good at that," he whispered.

She gave him a look then popped his dick out of her mouth. "Why are you whispering?"

"Because..." he motioned to the closed door in the corner of the room. "Your sister-"

"Has her music up loud. She did it to let us know she can't hear us. It's fine, Charlie. Talk dirty to me like before."

Charlie smiled and took the back of her head in one hand and her throat in the other. "In that case, gag on my fucking dick you dirty little fuckslut." He pulled her head forward until her nose pressed against his skin. Immediately, he felt her throat constrict around him, trying to push him back out. He held her head there and saw her cheeks flush, eyes glass over, and forehead get red before another spasm forced herself out of his hold and back off his cock.

She spent a second wondering if she would barf but then the urge passed and she smiled. "That's it, Charlie. Fuck my dirty throat."

Charlie was happy to oblige. Using both hands, he held her head in place and began to thrust his hips toward her face, filling her mouth in and out in steady rhythm. Every third or fourth thrust would take him a little deeper, eliciting a gagging moan and making Christy's eyes water. God it felt so fucking good.

He heard himself moaning as loud as before, telling her how fucking good it felt and what a naughty girl she was to take him like this. He could no longer look at her for fear of the sight of her in that outfit with her lips stretched around his shaft would make him shoot. Instead, he threw his hands up and flung himself back on her bed, changing the angle to make her rise up off her hands to keep him inside her.

She took over with raging furor. She'd seen him worked up before but this time had a tinge of dominance that ignited something inside her. It was like she was his property, to be used like a toy strictly for pleasure. She felt herself slick and soaking through the tiny g-string but didn't dare take either hand off his shaft. Working him furiously with both hands, she popped the head out of her mouth and said "that's it, baby. Cum in your slut's mouth. Feed me that cum, baby. Make me taste it and swallow every drop. Come on."

Charlie looked down now that it was ok to release and saw his love throwing her mouth down onto him. Her hair bounced in rhythm each time she gagged down as much as she could then came back up for air. He felt his balls release and the sweet build-up as he felt the semen collect behind the base of his shaft and start travelling down its length. He tried not to squeeze until that last moment where it was almost out so he could get the maximum pulse, rocketing his cum straight down her throat.

Movement from the corner of his eye. In that final moment, Charlie looked up to see Christy's door ajar and Laura's face peeping in. "Oh fuuuuuuck!"

Hearing this, Christy forced herself down as far as she could, feeling his head slip past her tonsils. Less than a second later, she felt him pulse and semen flushed the back of her throat. She swallowed automatically, never even tasting it.

Blindness as Charlie's eyes involuntarily closed. His head flung back, spasming bolts of electricity out of his dick. His mind tried to form thoughts of what he had just seen but couldn't. Was it even real? As his orgasm subsided, Charlie chanced another look at the doorway. It was closed, no sign of anyone there. Christy lifted herself off of him and crawled up to his side on the bed, collapsing on next to him. "That was so. Fucking. Hot!" She said.

"Totally," he replied.

-

After laying together in silence for a while and listening to the throb of bass coming from Laura's room, Christy got up and excused herself to pee and clean herself up. Although she was still worked up, she didn't want to make Charlie watch her get off with a vibrator again so soon. Besides, it seemed like one effect of being on her period was that those fires burned all week, no matter how many times she came. The embers would still be warm later tonight. She gracelessly removed the strappy lingerie and g-string and left it on the bathroom floor.

While Charlie used the restroom afterward, Christy went downstairs and collected their clothes. Now that her sister was home it seemed inappropriate to leave their things strewn all over the main stairwell. She put on Charlie's t-shirt then took the rest back up to her room. She hoped that Charlie would stay nude but understood if he at least wanted his boxers.

The two of them reunited in Christy's room, they got under the covers and turned on the TV for a while as they held each other in her bed. After a time, she sensed that Charlie had become distracted. He was quiet and kept looking at her door; something had changed with him. She worried that maybe she had said something too kinky or weird in the heat of the moment. "Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?" She asked.

"What? Not at all!" he replied, looking at her. "Why would you say that?"

"You've been quiet ever since we finished. I thought maybe I said something..."

"No, nothing like that."

"Then what?" She asked, turning down the TV's volume.

Charlie hesitated, looking nervously to the door. "I think... I saw something... when I was cumming."

"Was it Jesus?" She asked.

Charlie laughed. "Not quite. It was your sister."

"Charlie, I told you not to joke around about that." Christy's tone hardened. Why would he say that? She sat up to face him head on.

"I'm not joking!" He raised his hands in peace. "I swear. I saw her in the doorway. I think she was watching us."

"Are you sure? You definitely saw her? This isn't a joke?" She asked.

"I'm pretty sure," he replied. "I can't be 100% because of the state I was in, but I'm pretty sure I saw what I saw."

WIth a huff, Christy was off the bed and heading toward her door.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Charlie asked.

"I'm going to talk to her," she answered. "To find out why she did that."

"No, please. Don't make a big thing out of it. We were being loud. She probably just-"

"I'll just ask her and find out for sure," Christy said as she left the room.

It took several knocks before the music's volume lowered and Laura opened her door. "Sorry I didn't hear you knocking. And sorry for interrupting things before. I didn't mean to-"

"Charlie said he saw you watching us," Christy interrupted. "Is that true?"

Laura blinked her eyes, mouth still open. "Uhh... I'm sorry?"

Christy stepped into her sister's room then closed the door behind her. "Why would you do that?"

Laura shrugged. "I got a peek at him while you two were in here and I guess I got a little curious. You have a good man. I think he loves you."

Christy paused. "You really think so? I was afraid he had a thing for you," Christy looked down, feeling blood rush to her cheeks.

"What? Why would you think that? He worships the ground you walk on!"

"But he's always asking where you are and if I can wear your things and stuff like that."

"That's because you look fucking hot in my things. Duh. And he probably asks where I am because he wants to get you alone and do naughty things to you. I think he's afraid of me."

Christy thought about it. As usual, her sister was probably right. While she had seen him stealing glances at Laura from time to time, she'd never in a million years think that he would cheat on her.

Laura watched her sister processing, then added "I mean... he is still a teenage boy. I doubt he'd turn me down if I threw myself at him, but only with your permission I bet. He'd never go behind your back and fuck some whore in his art class."

The last words came out trembling with emotion. Christy looked up and saw that her sister's eyes were welling up. "Tell me what happened with Justin."

-

Charlie lay in bed for several minutes waiting for Christy to return, unsure of what to do. He kept going back and forth on whether it was a good idea to say anything, but in the end decided it was better to be honest. So why did he still feel like he was in trouble? He was about to get up and get dressed when Christy returned, quietly closing the door behind her and joining him in bed.

"How did it go?" He asked.

"All is well," she said. "We talked it through."

Charlie sighed. "That's good. I bet it was pretty awkward to ask her."

Christy gave him a look then said "We're pretty close; we talk about pretty much everything." Closely studying him, she continued. "For instance, you know that double dildo you were asking about?"

Charlie nodded.

"We've never used it together, but she was the one who got me this." Christy turned toward her nightstand and grabbed the small bullet vibe she had used earlier. "She also taught me how to use it.. Showed me... how to use it."

Charlie swallowed. "Is that so?"

"Yeah... that's so." She started tracing the tip of the vibe across his chest. "She showed me where to put it... how long... and hard... to use it. Then used her own so I could follow along." Her hand slid under the blankets and found his cock. "You don't mind me telling you this?"

"Not... not at all," His face burning red as she grasped him and felt him swelling.

"It feels like you like me telling you this. Is that true, baby? Do you like hearing about how I got off with my sister?"

Charlie groaned, only able to let out a whisper "ya-huh."

"She told me the reason why she was watching us was that she liked the way you looked in her room. And after everything I've told her about you, she wanted to see if I was lying."

"Uh... um... you told her about me?"

"We tell each other everything," Christy was now using her hand on her man's dick under the covers, feeling his length and excitement grow with each stroke. "Do you know what I told her about you, baby?"

"Nuh-uh," Charlie replied.

"I told her you were an unbelievable lover. With this," she squeezed his cock, "and with your mouth."

"Mmm..." Charlie wasn't sure where this was going but it felt amazing.

"She asked me to ask you something."

"What?" He managed.

Christy leaned in close to Charlie's ear and whispered "She wanted to know if you could go down on her."

Charlie reacted as if the words were a gunshot, jolting back away from Christy's mouth. "Is this some kind of test? I keep telling you I don't... I mean I'm not... you're my girlfriend. I don't want anyone else."

Christy smiled and said "It's not a test! And this isn't a joke. Her boyfriend cheated on her so she wants to get back at him. They have a pretty weird relationship, but I told her I had to talk to you first. Because I know this is, like, a male fantasy or whatever... to have two sisters... but this is real life and I have real feelings for you, Charlie. I'll say no if you think this would make things weird between us, like, at all."

"Wait... You're serious?" It took Charlie a few seconds to digest what she was saying. "And you're... ok with it?"

Christy shrugged and said "It's pretty dirty; it could be fun. Also, I want you to feel as good as you make me feel and since my pussy's closed for business, maybe she can be, like, my stand-in."

Charlie thought it over. The reasons to say yes were obvious, but he couldn't believe something like this could actually happen. "It still feels like a trick. Like if I say yes, we'll spend the rest of the night fighting."

Christy smiled and kissed him. "It's not a trick. I want you to say yes."

Charlie looked into her eyes and saw only openness and kindness. Without any reasons left to decline, he nodded his head and said "ok."

Christy turned to the door and called out "Ok!". A second later, the door opened and Laura sauntered in.

The family resemblance was obvious, but Laura differed from Christy in several ways. For one, her hair was dyed black, making her pale skin look almost ghostly white. Christy's natural waves were also straightened out in Laura's hair, making way for ribbons of bright red and bursts of blue dyed color where her hair fell on her shoulders. She wore a tight t-shirt with some band he hadn't heard of that ended an inch too short, exposing a band of her navel above a clunky studded leather belt holding her oversized hip-hugger pants up. Laura's figure was a little curvier than Christy's, making more of an hourglass shape that was accentuated by her wardrobe. Charlie imagined most of Laura's lingerie, which had fit a tiny bit loose on Christy, would look snug and maybe a little bit overflowing on her older sister. She looked at the two of them in bed and said "Are you really sure about this?"

Both Charlie and Christy nodded.

Laura smiled and said "Then let's get this show on the road." She reached down and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, flinging it to the floor to reveal a black lace bra. Next, she unbuckled the large belt and undid her pants, letting them fall with their own weight. Underneath the formless wide-leg fabric, she wore a simple pair of gray cotton bikini-cut briefs.

Charlie felt Christy's hand return to stroking his dick. He was a little ashamed to be staring at her sister so unabashedly like this, but her hand on him seemed to communicate that she was really ok with all of this. He reached over and put his arm on her shoulder, pulling her up against his side with her head in the crook of his armpit. She latched onto his neck with her mouth and started sucking.

Standing before them at the foot of Christy's bed, Laura reached behind and undid her bra. As it fell to the floor he noticed that her right nipple was pierced with a small metal bar . Both nipples were already hard. Her breasts were a little fuller than Christy's, hanging with healthy weight. He wondered if these were the biggest tits he'd seen in person since they were larger than both Christy's and Jo's, but then figured there had to be someone at one of Jo's parties. Still, these were very nice.

Christy released the pressure of her mouth from his neck then inspected her work. From what he felt, he was sure it would purple into a nice healthy hickey in no time at all. In the meantime, he was now fully erect thanks to the sight before him and Christy's hand helping him out. Thankfully, since this was his third go-round of the evening, he had no fear of prematurely shooting before the fun could really begin.

The panties came last, slowly sliding down her swiveling hips, exposing a mound just as pale and smooth as her sister's. Laura's pussy looked a little different though. Whereas Christy had a cute little puff between her thighs with a discreet slit, Laura's looked more like a ruffle of lettuce on a burger. He could see her clit hood from here since it poked out a bit, making a third fold at the top of her sex. There was also a string of clear liquid connecting the white patch of cotton in the crotch of her panties to her exposed labia. He moaned involuntarily as he watched it glisten for a second then break as the panties fell down to her ankles.

"Are you ready?" Laura asked as she climbed up on the bed.

Charlie nodded, starting to roll over and let her lay down. Instead, she quickly straddled his legs and walked on her knees up the length of his torso. Before he could move, she had slid herself past his cock and had her knees in his armpits.

Looking down at him, Laura said, "can you scoot down a bit?"

He obeyed, tucking his arms in between her legs and scooting his head down to the bottom of Christy's pillow. He now looked straight up at her, from her clit to the bottom swell of her breasts to her face framed perfectly between them. "Like this?" He asked.

"Perfect," Laura said, shifting her weight from knee to knee to finalize her position. "Now say ahh."

Charlie inhaled the scent of Laura's sex. This too was subtly different from Christy's bouquet. A little stronger but not in a bad way. It made his mouth water. He opened wide and held his tongue out.

Laura lowered herself onto his face, feeling that tongue immediately slip between her lips and up into her pussy. It made her body shiver that he took such bold action so quickly. She could feel him working around inside, probing her, wriggling in a tight circle to explore her. She reached down and grabbed some of his hair, bearing down until his lips were mashed against hers.

No matter how amazing the view was, once the taste of pussy was on his lips Charlie closed his eyes and went to work. More than anything, this is what he'd fantasized about ever since puberty hit and a hot tub jet made him dry-cum. He couldn't really imagine what his dick would feel like inside a pussy or work out how to move his hips to get good angles and positions, but he could work his tongue. He often closed his eyes and pretended, memorizing a woman's anatomy and imagining himself going to town while laying in bed at night before sleep took him. He'd read on the internet that it felt like licking raw steak so he tried it. He read about different techniques, drawing out each letter of the alphabet or tracing spirals or even inserting the tip of his nose while his tongue went to more exotic locales. After some immediate positive feedback from Christy, this was the thing he felt the most confident at.

"I'll help you focus," Christy whispered, bringing him back to the task at hand. Bedsprings creaked as she moved somewhere, leaving him alone between Laura's thighs. Already, he swallowed several mouthfuls of juice from her peach. He felt it on his chin, slipping and sliding as she gently ground her hips in a circle against jaw. He played counterpoint, running his tongue in the opposite direction and intermittently sucking one of her lips into his mouth.

He felt warmth envelop his dick and figured that's where Christy had gone. Yep, that's definitely her tongue, back for more. He couldn't bear to think about what was happening right now or how it might look to an observer. He was in a plane of heaven unimaginable by mere mortals.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Laura's thighs and latched his lips onto her clit, sucking it with quick fluttering pulses of vacuum. This drew an immediate response. Like a bucking bronco, Laura started to squirm and slide against his face, trying to evade his suction. He held firm, attached like a leech with his arms holding her thighs open. He could feel Christy below, throwing the blankets off him but keeping her mouth on his dick.

"Oh shit," Laura whispered, grabbing Charlie's hair with both hands. "You don't play around, do you?"

Charlie looked up at her as he pushed his tongue into her pussy. It was funny how different she was from Christy in some ways but how similar they were in others. On the surface, Laura seemed much more aggressive, being on her knees and pulling at his hair and whatnot. But they actually tasted very similar, and while Laura's anatomy was different, she reacted the same to his little bag of tricks. Maybe all women like getting eaten out, but since Charlie had now only done it to two women, Christy and her sister seemed to like the same stuff.

Following those instincts, Charlie took a deep breath and pushed his face into Laura's cunt. Pushing his tongue as far in as it would go, he curled it back and started licking inside the top of her hole. This forced his nose to grind hard against her clit, exhaling in short hot bursts as he ran his tongue back and forth. He felt a gush of warmth run down his chin as Laura squealed. Christy forced her mouth down his length and licked his balls; he moaned into Laura's pussy as it dripped down onto him.

"Jesus fuck. I'm ready, focus on my clit," Laura said.

Always one to take direction, Charlie retracted his tongue and slid his lips up to regain their hold around her button. It was fully swollen now, hard and slippery between his lips. He playfully exerted some pressure, biting through his lips to pinch down. A shiver rippled through Laura's body in response, reflexively trying to retract.

Charlie clamped down, sucking hard to bring the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth.Once secured, he fell into a rhythm: breathe, flick his tongue across it, suck, flick, suck, breathe, and repeat.

"That's it. Don't stop. Don't stop," Laura hissed as she thrust her hips forward in time. She was now driving the tempo by raising herself against him like she was humping his face. As she rocked back, he increased the suction to stretch her clit and hood out, then assaulted her with his tongue when she rolled toward him. "God oh fuck oh god yes yes Yessss!"

As she came, Charlie immediately let go. He could feel her sex squeezing in contractions but didn't dare treat her clit any rougher than a light exhale.Her fingers dug into his hair, starting to pull hard until abriptly letting go.

Laura rolled off him and fell onto her side, still moaning.

Charlie looked down and saw Christy staring at her sister, having momentarily forgotten his cock. She was smiling.

"Wow, ok,"Laura stared at the ceiling. "That was incredible. Did you teach him that?"

Christy shook her head and said "Natural talent."

"Holy fuck," Laura exhaled and looked to Charlie. "Thanks for that. I needed it."

Charlie was about to reply when Laura started to straddle him again, this time scooting down toward his waist. "Oh. Before we... I was thinking.... Well, hoping... "

About to reach between her legs to guide him in, Laura paused and said "What is it? Use your words."

Charlie blushed. "I just... well... would you mind... both of you... would you mind if both of you sucked me together for a little bit first? Umm..."

Laura laughed. "Perv. I don't know. What do you think, sis?"

They both looked to Christy who was still laying with her face right next to it. "I don't mind."

Laura looked back at Charlie. "Ok fine, but just a little. Stand up, kid."

She dismounted and Charlie was up like a flash. Christy and Laura repositioned to sit side by side at the foot of the bed. Charlie stood before them, looking down at both of them as they sized him up. Finding the angle difficult, Laura scooted down off the bed onto her knees and Christy followed suit. Now they were eye level with his dick. Christy took him in hand and bent forward first, sliding his head between her lips and making him feel good while Laura watched. After a few moments, she leaned in and licked at the base from the opposite side.

From there, they both slid their lips along his shaft back and forth, meeting at his head to turn into a kiss between them. Charlie couldn't stand to watch for more than a few seconds at a time. Even with this being his third round, something that potent could make him shoot before he knew it.

The two sisters moaned on Charlie's cock, taking turns sucking on it back and forth, stroking and handling it for each other, and leaving trails of small kisses everywhere their lips went. This continued for about five minutes before Laura looked up smiling and said "That's all you get. Can't have you cumming too soon."

With that, she leaned back against the bed and slid her naked body up to lay on her back. She then brought her knees up, letting Charlie and Christy see the shiny swollen sex between her legs. "Are you ready to fuck me, Charlie?" She asked.

It was hard not to be mesmerized by the site of Laura's pussy. It was still slick with wet and all but steaming. He looked down at Christy. "Are you sure this is ok?" He asked.

Christy nodded yes and stood up, heading for the small bullet vibe on her nightstand.

"Why don't you get Mom's Hitachi?" Laura asked.

"Oh, good idea!" Christy turned and skipped out of the room.

"Come here, Charlie, lay down." Laura raised both hands toward him.

Silently, Charlie climbed onto the bed and crawled up to right above her. "Should I get a condom?" He asked.

Laura shook her head and said "I'm on the pill, and I know all of your partners. It's ok. Come here."

As Charlie slowly eased himself down between Laura's legs, Christy came back in the room holding a large white vibrator with a softball-sized head. She plugged it into a wall socket and laid down next to her sister.

"Turn it on when he gets inside me, ok?" Laura looked over at her sister. Charlie could still see the little white string between Christy's lips but otherwise her body was flushed and ready as well. He could see a small button of swollen flesh just poking out between her puffy lips and knew she had to be really worked up.

Charlie's view became obscured as Christy placed the rounded end of the vbrator directly onto her clit. Laura's hands were now on his waist, pulling him to her... He slid up, thinking there's no way he wouldn't need to use his hand.... And felt himself enter her.

Laura's moan triggered Christy. As soon as she turned the vibrator on it was like someone was blowing leaves in the bedroom. An alarmingly loud buzzing filled the air, almost hiding the sounds Christy was making in reaction.

Laura's hand was now on his cheek, averting his eyes away from Christy to look at her. "Hey," she said. "I know she's on her period tonight, so I want you to think of my body as hers. Whatever you want to do to her right now, do it. To me. Ok?"

Charlie slowly nodded and slid further in, keen to feel that warmth cover all of his length.

"Fuck, that's it. Fuck me, Charlie. Fuck me like you fuck my sister."

He didn't have time to ponder how he possibly got into this situation. If he thought about it at all he'd probably cum, so instead he closed his eyes, thought about math, and started pushing his hips. He felt Christy's arm next to him moving at the same speed. Daring to sneak a peek, he saw her staring up at him, keeping pace with her industrial vibrator.

"Yess...." Laura exhaled. He could feel her clenching down every time he pushed in, like she was trying to keep him there. "Push it in... Push it deep in me."

Charlie let out a moan. It was just too fucking hot. No matter what he did, he wouldn't last long. The most he could hope for was to get a steady rhythm going for a minute, maybe two. Going slow wasn't working. He stepped up the pace, picking himself up and slamming himself down onto Christy's sister. All three of them started to moan louder, competing with the slapping that his pelvis made against her mound.

"Fuck that's good," Laura whispered. "That's some deep fucking... dick... Don't... Stop... That... Dick..."

For a minute Charlie forgot where he was. He focused on his breathing and let his dick plunge in and out of Christy's sister, oblivious to the stream of raunchy shit escaping her lips. It wasn't until he felt comfortable enough to glance back to Christy that things went awry. Christy had her eyes half rolled to the back of her head in a semi-meditative state as the gigantic vibrator blasted her clit to numbing oblivion. She was letting out little whispers of her own though, and Charlie couldn't help but hear. "Fucky my sister fuck my sister fuck my sister show her how you fuck me make her jealous you fuck me make her cum like you make me cum god Charlie you're cock's so good to us god fuck us fuck us fuck-"

He felt himself pass the point of no return. Straightening his arms, he whispered "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?"

Rather than let him pull out, Laura wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered back "Cum inside. Cum inside me. FIll me up with your hot fucking cum."

One final clench squeezing his cock inside her and they both felt a flood of hot liquid spurt deep into her. The first was followed by a second and third as Charlie, quickly followed by Christy and Laura, screamed with pleasure. Their breathing pitched and ragged, Charlie could only stay where he was, working his muscles to give Laura what she wanted.

Laura's hand slid down to her clit, forcing its way in between their pressed flesh. Holding Charlie inside with her legs, she clamped down on her button with two fingers and violently shook her hand to get there. Charlie felt the desperate movement against his navel as he emptied into her, held hostage by her legs and hungry pussy. After just a second, Laura peaked and withdrew her hand, shooting it up to her sister's breast as she gasped in pleasure.

Christy, feeling the sudden grope from her sister, took the hand and shoved the first two fingers into her mouth. Moaning unintelligible nonsense, she arched her hips against the Hitachi and exploded.

The three of them, moved by the chain reaction to orgasmic bliss, jerked and trembled against one another until the waves crashed and passed. When he could finally move, Charlie managed to slide over and lay next to Laura on his back, feeling the cool air on his fucked and spent cock. The three of them lay motionless for a moment, each bathing in the warmth of their own orgasm.

-

It didn't take long for Laura to get up. Charlie propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she found her panties and slid them on. "What's the rush?" He asked. As Christy slid onto the wet spot and snuggled up to him.

"I'm going to see Justin," She responded as she found her bra and top.

Even from here, Charlie could see a dark spot spreading in the gray cotton of her underwear. "Don't you want to clean up?"

Laura smiled. "I'm going to make up with him and give him a taste of his own medicine. Literally"

Christy noticed Charlie's reaction and whispered " told you they had a weird relationship."

Once Laura had her clothes on, she looked back at the bed once more and said "Thanks, both of you. This was really fun." And with that, she left them alone in Christy's room, closing the door behind her.

"Wow," Charlie said to himself.

"That was pretty crazy," Christy said, back to her normal voice. "Was it too much?"

"No! It was unbelievable! Was it... too much for you?"

Christy laid her head on Charlie's chest. "You make me so happy. I feel so open with you, like we can tell each other anything."

"I feel the same," Charlie added.

"Like... for instance..." Christy looked up at him. "I love you."

Charlie looked deep into her eyes and said "I love you too."

They kissed for a long time, then Charlie held her in his arms. "What do you want to do next?"

"Um, I think I need a break after that. I still can't feel my clit."

"Right!? What was that! It's like a jet engine!"

The two laughed. It was easy.

"How about we order pizza?" Christy asked.

"Sounds great."

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