ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN
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Accidents do happen. Sometimes, it’s easy to move past, others not so easy. Then there was the New Year’s Eve party, December 31st, 2008: sometimes, the accident is a gift from God. There’s really no excuse for what happened. I could blame the drugs, the alcohol, or the lack of sleep. But in my heart, I knew something crazy was going to happen that night. I did not, however, have any idea as to just how crazy things would get.
My name is Kevin James Keene, but most of my friends and family called me KJ. I was only 27 at the time, but was starting to make some headway towards financial stability while still young enough to be able to relate to college kids. What I was lacking was a girlfriend. So, when Chaz invited me to a New Year’s Eve party, promising I’d be guaranteed pussy (“whatever color, size, and shape you want”), I couldn’t refuse.
Chaz and I had met watching baseball at Gino’s Sports Tavern one Friday evening in September. He was with a group of his classmates, but he and I were the only ones rooting for the Rays to make the playoffs. We continued hanging out at Gino’s for football on Sunday’s throughout the fall and into winter, eventually becoming pretty good friends, thus the invite.
I had been to a few college parties in my day, but that was years ago. This party was huge. Luckily, the house was huge as well. Chaz and I arrived around nine and the place was already crowded. The music was loud, and upon entry, our gorgeous hostess shouted to us about a bunch of rooms in the basement with all the contraband one might need. I took this to mean drugs, so I intended to stay upstairs for the majority of the buildup to midnight. I lost Chaz fairly early on as he knew quite a few of the party goers. So it was easy for me to follow when, around 11, our dark haired beauty of a hostess coaxed me down to the basement for, in her words, “refreshments.” Little did I know. Oh, how little I knew.
I’d already had a couple of beers and one solo cupful of punch, so I was feeling pretty good. Now in the basement, we were inundated with that familiar “purple haze” that every good college party should have. She rolled a joint and we shared it back and forth just the two of us.
The girl introduced herself as Raven. She was in her third year of college getting a degree in Social Sciences. That’s as much as I remember about her, other than her beauty and body: eyes the shape of almonds; lips meant for kissing; a delicate, slightly pointed chin; perky breasts, substantial but not overly large; and my favorite, a rather curvaceous, luscious, round booty.
“So, Kevin,” Raven began, “would you like to take part in a social experiment?”
By this point, I wasn’t drunk but the joint was messing with my head. That and the fact that my blood flow was directed elsewhere from my brain: yes, I was thinking with my dick, hoping to get it wet. So, I merely looked at her for a minute, trying to gather my thoughts into an intelligible sentence. Did I mention the effect the weed was having? I was about to ask what type of experiment when she interrupted my thoughts.
“Listen, it’s not that difficult,” she continued. She moved in and kissed me. Then she whispered in my ear, “I want to have some dirty, nasty sex with you tonight.”
“Oh. Okay. Yes. But where are we going, your place or mine?” I was finally able to communicate.
“Right here. Let’s check out these rooms.”
With that she helped me up and we went to the first door. She knocked, then put her ear to the door. She shook her head and we moved onto the second door. She didn’t knock this time, just put her ear to the door.
“Oh my God! Here. Listen,” she beckoned me closer.
My ear was met with the undeniable sounds of some pretty rough sex. It sounded like more than just one couple in there. There were screams, moans, slaps. “Harder!” and “Spank me!” and “Pull my hair” were all clearly audible. Then, to my surprise, I heard what was clearly a female voice, a voice I almost recognized, yell out, “Take it, you bitch! Take it like a man. You’re my fucking little bitch, aren’t you?”
“This is the one.” Raven turned to me. “Do you trust me, Kevin?”
I almost wish I had said no. But every time I remember that evening, I know saying yes was inevitable. I had no idea what was about to happen. I couldn’t have predicted the outcome. But, if I had it all to do over again, even knowing what I know now, I would still say yes.
I nodded. Without saying another word she opened the door.
Inside, the room was fairly well lit. There were two pillars in the middle of the room, which was occupied by eight or ten people. Everyone was engaged with at least one other in some form of sexual pleasure. I saw two girls in a 69, one guy giving another a blowjob, one girl riding a guy’s cock, and the main scene. There was Grace, my sister, naked but for a harness and a rather large dildo which she was plunging repeatedly into Chaz’s ass. Chaz was on elbows and knees in the middle of the room, moaning and begging for release.
Grace, my baby sister, my little angel, was fucking my drinking buddy up his ass. Her long blonde hair swayed with her movements. I, for the first time, saw just how amazing my sister’s ass really was. Were she not my sister, I would have thoroughly enjoyed making sweet, nasty love to her body. I recognized the birthmark on her right ass cheek, a red mark roughly the shape of a three-leaf clover: I’d seen it countless times when we were younger. What was new was the green four-leaf clover tattoo on her left cheek. And I could understand why she’d be proud of that ass. My mind started getting terrible ideas. I wonder, does she just fuck ass or does she take it too…? STOP that, Kevin! She’s your sister, for chrissake! And it’s really not her. I’m just stoned out of my mind. I’m just hallucinating that birthmark. The birthmark I couldn’t help but stare at.
“Please don’t stop. I love it when you fuck me,” I heard Chaz moan. I couldn’t tell if he was in pain or ecstasy. Then he let out a low groan as Grace pushed harder.
I was speechless and could not move. Raven grabbed me, dragging me toward my sister. Grace continued plowing into Chaz as she full on French kissed Raven in greeting. Raven began undressing, then whispered into my sister’s ear.
“Just another minute or two, babe. Get him ready then I’ll be right with you. This bitch is almost done,” my sister replied. She almost sounded affectionate saying “bitch.” She reached around, I’m sure to jerk Chaz’s cock, but that was all I saw. Before I could protest, a gag was forced into my mouth, I was stripped naked, and restrained. Raven gave me one quick kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t resist hon. You’re going to love this,” she whispered in my ear. Then, a cloth bag was forced over my head and I was blind, naked, and truly conflicted about the feelings in my head. God help me, I want my sister’s ass. I always knew she was beautiful, but I never expected an ass on her like that. Please, God, please help me. Yet, my cock was even harder than before, and now on display for the room’s other occupants. “And don’t worry. When she’s done with you, I’ll let you ravish my ass the same way.”
I heard spanking, then my sister’s voice said, “Feels good to get fucked, doesn’t it?” The only reply was a moan from Chaz.
She let Chaz rest for a minute before helping him to his feet. “I love sex with you, Grace. I’m so glad we can share this with them.” I heard them share a wet kiss.
“I love you to, hon. Now it’s time to take care of our new friend.”
At this point, I was being led to the middle of the room. At least, that’s what I would have guessed because I was soon forced to my knees and my arms were fastened to the two pillars.
“Look what we have here,” Grace said, finally turning her attentions on me. I felt a sharp swat on my butt. “You ready to be fucked like a two-bit whore?”
I tried replying, but my voice was muffled and unintelligible through the gag. I tried to resist, to escape, all to no avail.
“Just relax and you’ll enjoy it. If you keep tense, it’ll hurt like a muthafucker,” Raven said next to me.
“So, what’s his name?” Grace asked.
“Kevin.”
“Ooh. That’s sexy. My brother’s name is Kevin. This ought to be fun!”
I felt a flurry of spanks on both cheeks. I had no idea how many people were involved, but I noticed at least two distinct hands laying into my ass. At one point, I felt a presence approach my front, then a mouth engulfed my insatiable erection. One hand grasped my shaft while another cradled my balls. With each impact on my ass I jerked, my cock forced deeper into the wanton mouth. I began groaning with the pleasure of imminent orgasm when the mouth retreated and I felt the tongue drag up to my covered head, stopping next to my ear.
“Are you ready for the fucking of your life, Kevin?” It was Grace. Then I heard her chuckle. Without waiting for a response, she moved behind me. “Raven, put a new condom on my cock. This slut is just about ready. Jazmyn, make sure he is. His ass is about to have a visitor.”
I heard a wrapper rip open, heard a bottle top flip. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my puckered exit hole, then vibrations as “Jazmyn” moaned in pleasure: my first rim job. All too soon, her tongue was replaced with a cool sensation of wetness being eased into my virgin bottom, what I can only assume was a lubricated finger. The first finger was removed, and I heard the bottle top flip again, then two fingers eased up my hole, then three, then four – I actually don’t know how many fingers were up my ass. The initial discomfort returned each time the fingers were removed then reentered, only to be replaced quickly with an increasingly intense pleasure. I heard moans escaping my own throat, moans of pleasure.
“That’s enough now. This one’s ready. I can hear it.”
My ass felt empty. I’ve heard people compare receiving anal sex to taking a really big crap, but I’ve never wanted my crap forced back up my whole. My ass felt empty, and I wanted it to be filled. No, I needed it to be filled.
Instead of the expected invasion, I heard Grace’s voice say “Just a quick taste,” before her tongue teased my hole. And, damn it, I enjoyed it. True to her word, it wasn’t long before she stopped and, in my head, I was begging for someone to touch me.
“Don’t you worry, here I come. Just relax, baby,” Grace whispered in my ear from behind.
I felt the phallic intrusion, much wider than the fingers had prepared me for. I heard voices, whispers, whoops and hollers, but all my concentration was focused on relaxing, the last instructions my sister gave me. The progress was slow, and with every agonizing millimeter of progress came an intense yet bearable pain.
Then, Grace paused. I thought she might finally have bottomed out until I heard Chaz’s voice in my left ear. “You’re doing good, bro. She’s a little past half-way in. My first time, I could only take the first couple of inches before begging off.”
Gradually, the pain subsided and I just felt full. Half-way? Let’s do this! I gently eased my butt in Grace’s direction. If I was going to get fucked, I may as well take the whole damn thing.
“Easy, babe. Let me get some more lube on this thing before we go further.”
I felt the phallus exit, leaving my ass in a dual state of regret and relief. Thankfully, and disappointingly, the phallus was soon back at my entrance. Grace worked it up into my ass a bit more forcefully, but the added lubrication smoothed out the ride for me. Soon enough, I felt her hips on my bare ass cheeks. With the phallus fully lodged in my back side, I felt Grace whisper in my ear.
Now, this part is where it all gets even crazier. Grace hadn’t even glanced my way when Raven and I entered the room. I hadn’t been capable to think straight, much less speak, until after the gag was placed in my mouth making anything I had to say come out as a moan. And I wasn’t sure if Grace was just playing up the taboo incest part because I “had the same name as her brother” when she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Here it comes, KJ. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
After that, my mind was in a conflict of pain and pleasure. This is so fucking wrong, while at the same time as, This feels so fucking right. There I was, getting pegged by my own sister, and I was enjoying it.
Grace fucked me easy for few moments with a steady in and out pace. Then, slowing down, she ordered bag off my head and the gag removed. Once free of the bag, I was blinded by the brightness in the room. She grabbed my hair and pulled. Again, in my ear so no one else could hear, she whispered. “You love this, don’t you, KJ?”
“God, yes. Gracie, I had no…” was all she allowed me before really fucking my ass hard. Raven came over and kissed me for a while before giving my mouth access to her neatly trimmed pussy. Far too soon, Raven got up leaving my mouth unoccupied, but only momentarily. Another of the girls bent over in front of me, forcing my face into her ass. I felt a mouth engulf my raging hard-on and looked down to see a large erection less than an inch from my mouth.
I would have hesitated, maybe not even gone for it, but someone pushed my head down. “Open up,” Grace commanded. And down I went, getting my first taste of cock.
I have no idea how long this went on. My hands were eventually untied, making the orgy much easier to participate in. At one point I was so lost in stimulation that I didn’t think twice about seeing Grace’s face planted inTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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