Curiosity Killed the CatChapter 39 Playtime
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Saturday, May 11th, 1996, Sanford Maine
There was a hostage situation at my high school; nine gunmen had taken refuge there and had taken the entire student body and teachers prisoner. They were being held in the auditorium, and my sister was one of them. These guys were the worst of the bad; they had just robbed a bank and had killed two security guards and five bank employees. They were going to start killing students if the police didn’t give them what they wanted: A helicopter ride to the airport and a plane with a pilot to fly them to Cuba.
The police were surrounding the school, and they had just called me over to confer with them about their plans saying that they needed my martial art skills. My parents were clinging to each other by a squad car crying; Dad was yelling at me to kill all of the baddies and to save his little Princess. Just as I was about to enter the school, the scene changed...
I was lying on a forest floor somewhere; it was dark but not completely so because I could still see a little. I felt a warm sensation on my cock. I wasn’t expecting that. Didn’t I need to stop some bad guys or something? I couldn’t remember it too clearly; it was getting a little fuzzy. Gunman at my school? I couldn’t get back there. My cock was very hard. Something was tugging on it very insistently. I wasn’t annoyed, though; it felt way too good. I supposed that I should look down at my crotch area, but my head wouldn’t move ... Hmmm ... No matter how hard that I tried, I couldn’t move. All I could see were treetops in the dusky sky. I groaned loudly, and my cock lurched; it felt so wet and warm. Something was sliding up and down upon it, and it felt so good. I wanted to look to see what was making me feel so good. I still couldn’t; funny, but shouldn’t I be panicked about not being able to move?
I ... I ... I think I was dreaming ... I was dreaming that I was getting a blow job ... I wanted to wake up. Still couldn’t move ... I felt so good ... so warm ... so wet. Yes ... yes, that’s a tongue. I can tell now ... and fingers ... fingers meant a hand. With all my willpower, I forced my head up, and I could see blonde hair ... bobbing on my swollen member...
My eyelids fluttered, and morning light came flooding in. Groggily I remembered dreaming something about guns and then a blow job. I closed my eyes again. I still felt it, the soft sucking, the gentle swirling of a tongue, the light but firm touch of fingers and a palm trying its best to encircle my shaft, stroking me.
Amber was blowing me, goddamn if that wasn’t just the best way to be woken up! I decided to stay lying there as if I was still asleep, enjoying the sensations. Having your cock sucked was the best thing in the world; having it sucked unexpectedly was even better. Fuck, my sister was good at that; I mean, holy shit. At least it seemed like I could finally hold out longer than two minutes and enjoy it more by taking my time. Well, that was disingenuous of me. I didn’t enjoy it more; I enjoyed it longer.
Ahhh, I thought to myself, if that was what Saturday mornings were going to be like from then on, I couldn’t wait! Every night since we had started our incestuous relationship, we had slept in the same bed together. Which included a rotation between our beds every other night. Amber’s new queen-sized bed had been delivered on Thursday and was promptly christened. We were back in my bed, and ohhhhhhhh, my balls were starting to churn.
“Wow, Amber, this is one helluva way to wake up!” I groaned in pleasure.
My sister looked up at me with my cock shoved halfway inside her mouth and did her best to smile. God, that was so fucking sexy. I could tell what she was thinking; her eyes said it all when they glinted with a sudden seductive mischievousness. We had discovered the pleasures of sixty-nining a few nights ago, and we both loved it. I could tell by how her body was preparing to shift that she was extra glad that I had woken up before she had finished sucking my cock. Before I knew it, I had the world’s most beautiful pussy hovering over my face.
Still trying to shake the cobwebs from my mind, I briefly wondered if her juices would taste like coffee in the mornings. I imagined that Amber had been trying to be quiet when sucking me before; it was only when she saw that I was aware that I started to hear her moaning. She then sucked me harder than she had been doing; my cock lurched in her mouth. It felt so damn good.
Her pussy looked so wet and shiny above me, my hands reached up to her ass and pulled her down, and I tried my best to drown myself in her. I licked her everywhere. I lapped up the copious amounts of liquid that flowed out of her in a constant trickle. Her flavor was addictive with its natural sweetness; she had a tiny hint of sourness and a little touch of salt. I loved it, and I wanted to rub my face in it all the time. I don’t think she minds.
The best part about sixty-nining for me was the view, looking at her spread open like that, with her knees bent on either side of my ribs, allowing me to look at her ass and pussy up close. I absolutely loved her ass; I guess that made me an ass man. I had only discovered it that past week, just like I had been learning all sorts of new things.
Both of us were moaning then; the vibrations added to our pleasure. I was running my tongue up and down Amber’s wet slit, getting closer and closer to her beautiful rosebud pucker. My nose was right there when I stuck my tongue in her hole, and she smelled like peaches everywhere. It certainly didn’t bother me to be so close to her butthole. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Her whole ass was perfection. On the next pass, I let my tongue go further until I felt the ridges of her reddish-brown star. I felt a wicked thrill shoot through me as I felt her asshole under my mouth. It was dirty nasty; I was licking my own baby sister’s anus.
The mouth on my cock disappeared as Amber cried out, “Davey! That’s my bum!”
I think that she was startled. I couldn’t see her face, so I was just taking a wild guess. The surprise in her voice did help with giving me a vital clue, though. (Psst, I love sarcasm). I kept a tight grip on her ass and kept her pulled down so that I could keep licking her butt. I moaned with lust as I did so.
“You don’t think that’s gross?” she asked as she moaned as well.
Amber didn’t sound like she necessarily thought it was gross; she seemed more like she was perplexed as to why I apparently didn’t. I don’t believe that she had ever imagined being licked there. I would hazard a guess that most fourteen-fifteen-year-old teenage girls didn’t have that as part of their fantasy repertoire. I knew that before we had started sixty-nining a couple of nights earlier and I had seen it up close, I certainly hadn’t thought about it. Needless to say, I didn’t answer her, I was too busy. I just kept rimming her. (I had no idea it was called rimming until years later. I always had just called it eating ass; rimming sounds much nicer, don’t you think?) It didn’t taste bad at all; in fact, it didn’t taste any different from other parts of her skin. It was really turning me on, though.
“Oh, Davey,” she moaned in pleasure.
Her head collapsed down onto my thigh; her breathing was really starting to pick up as if she had just run to the corner and back. Her hand was still loosely strumming my member up and down, like an afterthought. I didn’t mind at all, I had been close to cumming before, and I wasn’t ready to shoot yet. That was an awesome way to wake up; I most definitely wanted to prolong it.
I had my tongue doing tighter and tighter circles around her anus, pressing firmer and firmer. I started to push the tip inside her. When I did, her moaning took on a whole new sound, one I hadn’t heard before. It was like her mewling, but with a high pitched whine added to the end of each note. It was adorable. As I ate her ass, I couldn’t help but think about how much I loved her, my sister. Just the realization that I had my tongue in my own sister’s ass made me groan. The taboo on top of the taboo was too much; I was going to cum and without my sister’s mouth.
“Ungggg, going to cum,” I gasped while continuing to kiss, probe, and lick my sister’s beautiful tight butt. I felt my sister tighten her grip on me as she stroked me with meaning, and then her mouth latched onto the closest part of me, my balls. I reached my left hand around and under her and started to rub her clit. My excitement level was at stage eleven. I groaned into her ass, pulling it tightly to my face, and my fingers moved in a circular motion on her nub. Her juice was dripping out of her pussy all over my neck and chest; I loved the feel of it and the scent of her excitement. I moaned again as her soft sucking and tonguing of my balls were enough to send me over the edge.
My spasm must have triggered her own much-needed release as well because we both came together. My load shot high up into the air and splattered all over my sister’s back, even landing on her ass cheeks because of the way that she was holding my cock. She had it aimed up over her shoulder as she lay flat on my stomach, jerking and sucking me. Her orgasm made her pelvis jerk repeatedly over me. I could feel her butthole clench with each contraction of her pussy muscles, and she squirted some juice out of her love mound as I rubbed her pleasure button. It was an awesome start to a Saturday, that was for damn sure.
“Holy shit, Davey!” Amber gasped as she lay collapsed on me, her breath forcefully expelling itself upon my spent cock and balls. “I can’t believe that you ate my ass!”
“Yeah, sorry, Babe. I haven’t had my coffee yet,” I sighed.
I have no clue why that popped out of my mouth, but it did. We both broke into hysterics. Still laughing, Amber spun around suddenly and lay with her head on my chest, her fingers contentedly tracing random patterns on my skin. She was still covered in my jizz; I could see most of it on her back and ass. It was starting to liquefy and run down toward her side and the bed. Neither of us seemed to care.
“Davey?”
“Yeah?”
“That was nice.”
“Amber?”
“Yeah?”
“No, that was fucking awesome. What a way to wake me up, Babe. A guy could get used to that!”
“You liked that, did you,” she giggled.
“No, Amb, I loved it, and I love you,” I squeezed her as I said that. “Did you like me licking your sexy little ass, Baby?”
“Yeah ... at first, it shocked me. I never thought about you doing that. It felt really good, though. Did—did you like doing that? It wasn’t gross?” she spoke with a shy voice that I wasn’t used to hearing from her.
“Yeah, I did. No, it wasn’t gross to me at all, Sis. I really liked it; it turned me on a lot once I was doing it. It ... it was hot, Sis. I mean, I wasn’t really thinking like that at first, but...”
“Hahaha, yeah butt, my butt, hah...”
“Amber, I must tell you something ... I can’t keep it from you any longer ... I must confess, I have fallen in love with another! I am deeply and totally in love with your butt ... I can’t help it; it calls to me. It is perfection, so sexy, Babe. I must have your butt!”
With that, I slipped out from under her side and launched myself towards her ass; attacking it, I grabbed it and pulled a handful up, and bit it playfully. Doing my best Dracula impression, I started saying all kinds of inane things about how I wanted her butt.
“I vant to suck yer butt! Muahahaha” I bit, slapped and tickled her butt while she laughed hysterically and writhed on the bed. “Cum vere I vant to ass you a quvestion. Vould you mind iv I stake your butt, I ave a vig vone vight vere,” I said as I waggled my semi-hard cock at her.
“Hmmm, I think Davey wants to put his cock in my ass, and fuck it, that’s what I think. Don’t you, Davey? Does big brother want to fuck his baby sister in her tight little butt? Hmmmmm?” she asked with a sexy smirk.
“Well, now that you mention it,” I grinned, trying to give her my version of her 20,000-watt smile that she had patented. I got it to about 5,000 watts, and I settled for that. She smiled at me, her green eyes sparkling like jewels in the morning sunlight.
Grabbing my hand, she tugged me up as she got off the bed and stood to say, “Maybe someday, big boy, we’ll see. For now, let’s go hop in the shower and then get some breakfast and some coffee.”
That sounded like an excellent plan to me, so that was exactly what we did. After eating a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and blueberry pancakes that our Mom made for us, we split up for the day. I had my chores to do: mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, cleaning the pool, and I also had laundry to do. We were going through a set of bedsheets a night. It’s a good thing that we did it ourselves and that our Mom didn’t touch it ever. The sheets looked like we had had an orgy on them with a squad of cheerleaders and the whole football team. It definitely looked nothing like just a normal teen boy making a couple of cum stains.
My day was just a regular Saturday. Amber’s was the most important day either of us had ever had. Mom was taking her to get the pill; that meant that very, very soon, we would be making love for the first time. To say that I was excited at the prospect of both taking her virginity and losing mine would be an understatement, like saying that the sun was a little hot or the ocean was a tiny bit wet.
I spent the morning and a part of the afternoon getting all my chores done and stuffing myself with a massive lunch while snacking on and off as well. The tapeworm had me enslaved; either that or I was trying to seriously tempt my mother into buying me horse feed to lower the cost of the grocery bill.
After my chores were done, I biked down to the mall to buy a gift for Martin. Turning sixteen was a big deal, and both my sister and I wanted to get him something nice. I nixed my sister’s idea of buying him a shirt that said ‘stud’ on it. I was pretty sure that she was joking, but my insides didn’t appreciate that at all. I shut my mouth, though, and just as quickly changed the subject. My green-eyed friend called ‘Envy’ had shown up out of the blue for a visit. Being the great host that I was, I entertained him with my vastly stupid imagination. After he had quite clearly worn out his welcome, I tried in vain to get him to leave. I tried pleading, begging, and finally, violent shoving, all to no avail. Mr. Envy was making himself a guest house in my brain and didn’t look to be moving out anytime soon.
We ended up agreeing on two presents, one the parents would know about and approve of and one they wouldn’t. The main one would be a stainless steel flask that you could put booze in. I was getting it engraved with his name and birth date inside a tombstone. We both knew that he would love it, and it would be a memento he could keep forever. The second present would be the new 2Pac CD: All Eyes On Me, he loved 2Pac and didn’t have that one yet.
I also had to get our Mom something for Mother’s day from both of us, which was tomorrow. We had agreed on Mom’s favorite chocolates, a sappy Hallmark card (she always cried when we gave her nice cards; I made fun of her for it, but secretly I loved that about our Mom), and some flowers. Tiger Lilies, if they had some, she loved that kind.
I spent about an hour getting everything that I needed, and by the time I had gotten back home, I still had a couple hours to kill before we would get dropped off at Martin’s. So I wrapped up the presents, filled out my part of the cards, and watched some TV while waiting for Amber to get home.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” I felt my shoulder being shaken.
“Huh?” I sat up on the couch, yawned, and stretched.
“Tired, Bro?” Amber asked.
“I was, but not now; the nap did me some good. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, though. So how did your day go?” I asked while trying not to appear too overly interested.
In reality, I was dying to get her alone for multiple reasons; the primary one was to find out just how soon we could have full-on sex. But I knew my parents were around somewhere, and I didn’t want to get ambushed or cause any undue suspicion. My guilt was still hanging around, but at much more manageable levels. I was finding it increasingly hard to feel guilty about being with my sister directly, though. It was more the indirect guilt of knowing that our parents would feel betrayed if they found out. I also wanted to get her alone because, like any normal fifteen-year-old, I was horny and wanted to see if she felt like sucking her big brother off. Just having that thought flit through my head was starting to give me a woody.
Being much smarter than me, my sister easily solved the first problem when she said, “Hey, Davey, wanna come upstairs and show me what you got for Martin and let me sign the card, please?”
“Sure thing, Sis,” I was glad that my parents were nowhere in sight. They might have found my eagerness a tad too much, as I practically leaped off the couch and raced to the stairs. Leaving my bemused sister behind, where she just walked like normal, well more like swayed. Her walk was anything but normal; normal people were not that sexy all the time. “Someone is an eager for beaver today,” my sister laughed as she caught up to me at the stairs.
“Yeah, sorry, I can’t help myself. You’re so damn hot, Amber,” I whispered in her ear as we walked up to my room. I had the courtesy to blush a little.
As soon as I’d closed my bedroom door, I grabbed Amber around her waist from behind and threw her down onto my bed. I pounced on top of her as she flipped onto her back, and she started squealing and laughing. I pinned her down and tickled her ribs and stomach, demanding, “Now see here, woman! You’re going to spill the beans about your secret excursion today, or I will have to keep up with the tickle torture. Which I am an expert at, by the way!”
“Nope, not telling you anything, you beast!” she gasped out between bursts of laughter.
“Hmm, I guess I am going to need to bring out the big guns!” I said, in a mock evil voice.
I pinned her two wrists down with one hand while lifting her shirt with the other and started blowing raspberries all over her tummy.
“STOP ... STOP ... I ... I C-CAN’T ... BREATH ... I ... SURRENDER ... YOU EVIL MONSTER!”
I released her, flopped down next to her, and kissed her all over her neck and ear while she was recovering her breath. She started to coo, and I could see her skin shiver as I licked underneath her earlobe and nipped it.
“So spill it, Babe. What did the doctor have to say? Did everything work out? When do you start taking the pill? Does it work, like right away?” I asked as I kissed her once between each question.
She laughed richly, “My my my, someone is excited! Down boy, one question at a time.”
She turned her head to me and flashed me one of her 20,000-watt smiles that left me as breathless as she had just been moments before.
“First off, I now have a prescription for the pill, Baby, and I can’t wait to make love to you! I need to wait until the first day of my period to start taking the pill, but they work right away the same day. But I am NOT having my first time when I am on my period, so the earliest would be five days after I start. My period doesn’t usually last any longer than that,” she kissed me deeply and passionately for a few minutes.
Breaking the kiss, Amber said, “Davey, I want it to be really special for our first time, okay? I want it to be romantic and all about our special love. Do you think that we can plan something? Something to make it so that we will remember it forever? I mean, I ... I love you so much, Davey! I feel like I can burst sometimes, and I want you inside me sooooo badly, Baby. It drives me crazy when I suck you, and you eat me. After that, I always want you to just take me and love me. Will you make it special when you love me, big brother?” she asked demurely as her face flushed cutely.
Asking me what was so obviously an important question to her because she wanted to make our first time special warmed my heart by how she did it. Her eyelids fluttered, her big doe eyes turned on me in full force, her sexy lips pouted a bit, and she twisted the bracelet that I had given her subconsciously. Amber used all the same tricks on me that she usually reserved for our Dad, but she wasn’t trying to manipulate me; she was making herself vulnerable. I saw that for the first time, and that gave me an insight into my beautiful sister. I could seriously hurt her if I did the wrong thing. She was nervous, I realized—nervous and in love.
I had an epiphany; she was just as vulnerable to me as I was to her. I had always thought that she had no fear and that she was super confident and in charge. She wasn’t; she just put on a strong front, trusting me to treat her right. In the few moments that it took me to understand that revelation, the love that I had for her felt like it had just been magnified a thousand times, and I already loved her more than life itself.
“Amber, my sister, my love. You are my world; I don’t know if you really understand what that means to me. You are my best friend; you always have been. We have grown into who we are as a pair, and we have never been alone. I want you to know, like really truly know, that you never will be alone. That for as long as I am alive, I am yours, Baby. I want our first time together to be not just special, Sweetheart. I want it to be magical, to be spectacular. I want our first time to be a treasured memory for you, just like you are a treasure to me.
“I want you to tell me when you are one-hundred percent sure that you’re ready. I want you to pick a night in advance, and I want you to have no doubt that it is the right night for you. Then I want you to let me plan everything, let me make it magical for you, make it the night of your dreams. I don’t want you to rush either, so if it takes you a week or a month or a year or never, I want you to be sure. There are only two things that you could ever do that would hurt me, Baby. If you left me, or if you regretted something that we did together. I love you too much to see you hurting because of me, ever.”
My beautiful sister started crying softly, while she stared into my eyes, listening to my words. I admit I had tears of emotion drip down my cheeks also.
(This is hard to put down into words properly, the vulnerability that we shared. The way that we let ourselves be truly open to each other was significant to us. We were also young and emotionally immature. We were connecting as best as we knew how. To be honest, I think the fact that we grew up together and were siblings was a big part of what allowed us to experience those emotions at a level that we did. I don’t imagine too many teenagers go past the surface to truly unselfish love that fast. We were learning romance, how to express ourselves, how to be open. Learning how to love and be loved. It was a beautiful experience).
“Davey ... I ... I love you so so sooo much. My heart is aching, Davey, in a good way. You make me feel so safe, and there is nowhere that I would rather be than in your arms. I have loved you more than a sister loves a brother for so long. I dreamed of these moments, never expecting them to really come true. I never expected my love to be returned. I used to play make-believe all the time, and you were always my Prince that came to my rescue. When I got older, I fantasized about you and us. I made up the most romantic scenarios in my head, imagining how perfect you would act and treat me and love me.”
Her breath hitched as she quietly kept sobbing, “Davey, you have been better than my fantasies, better than my dreams. You’ve made my reality better than I could ever have hoped was possible. I can’t wait to make love to you; it is what I want more than one-hundred percent. I love what you said, Baby. We’ll pick a date, and I know that you’ll make it special. But you know what? It would be special no matter what, just because it would be with you.”
Her words seemed to have drained her, and she clung to me. Her arms pulled tight around my neck as she pressed her face into my shoulder. She cried happy tears overwhelmed by good emotions; she needed the release. I held her to me, stroking her silky blonde hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as her tears soaked my shirt, and her breath ran hot on my chest. I held her and marveled at the fact that she was mine. I was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
After about a half-hour of us just being content to hold each other, I looked at the time. We had to leave in about forty-five minutes for the party.
“Hey Sweetie, we should hop in the shower; we gotta leave in forty-five. Okay?” I asked.
“Okay, Baby. Yeah, a shower sounds good. I am so comfy right now, I could just lay here with you all night. I’m sleepy; the shower will wake me up,” she said languidly.
Forty minutes later, we were ready, and she came back to my room.
“Whoa!” I wolf-whistled, “Damn, Baby! You always look gorgeous, but holy crap, you look like you just walked off a catwalk!”
Amber came out of her room wearing a new outfit; it made her look even more like a knockout. She had on a black skirt, not quite mini, but not far from it either, and a semitransparent white form-fitting blouse. She had a black lacy bra underneath that you could just barely see a hint of. The shirt had strategic designs cut into it that exposed a sexy amount of flesh. Her midriff was exposed all around her waist, and the back had a large diamond shape cut from it that ran from her neck to the bottom of the shirt and was wide enough to show both shoulder blades. Her back was basically bare except for a bit of shirt on the edges and her bra strap. The front had a smaller diamond shape cut out along the top of her chest area that exposed her ample cleavage.
The skirt clung to her ass like it was painted on. She had silver hoop earrings, pink lipstick, blue eye shadow, and black eyeliner, and of course, my bracelet on. The make-up looked perfectly applied, not too much, and what she had on was enhancing, not distracting. And her boots, they were skin-tight up to just below her knees. I almost creamed my jeans. She was fifteen and looked at least eighteen right then. I was blown away, and I started to get seriously worried that our Dad would make her go change if he saw her.
She did a twirl, gave me a sultry smokey look, as her gorgeous eyes sparkled with excitement.
“You like, Davey?” she asked with a big smile, her eyes twinkling.
“Breathtaking! The guys are going to get hard-ons so fast that the blood loss will make them faint, and the girls will hate you for being too beautiful, Babe.” I said in awe of her sexiness.
Amber giggled and blushed while batting her eyelashes at me, “Thanks, Davey!”
“Seriously, Amber, you look so fucking hot right now! I am the luckiest man on Earth to have you! We’d better get going,” I said as I smiled.
“Ooh, yeah. I almost forgot. I need to sign Martin’s card. Where is it, Bro?”
I pointed to the card on my desk. I watched her sign it before she passed it to me, “Can you lick the envelope, please? I hate the taste of the glue. Thanks, Babe.”
“Sure,” I said as I took the card and envelope. I read what she wrote, and Mr. Envy started to get annoying in my head again.
She had written, ‘Happy Sixteenth Birthday Martin, you STUD! Love Amber XXX’, plus she had drawn a cute little heart. Fuck me, but that took the wind right out of my sails. It was a good thing that she wasn’t looking my way, or she might have seen the worried look and jealous anger that crossed my face like a storm cloud.
I sealed the envelope and tried to get a hold of my emotions. I knew that my sister loved me; I had zero doubts about that, especially after what we had just talked about an hour ago. I knew that she would never betray me. So why was I so hurt by what she wrote? And what made even less sense, why was I mad at Martin? He hadn’t done anything! Was it possible that she liked both of us? That didn’t change how she felt about me, but I didn’t think that I could deal with her wanting another dude.
Nah, that didn’t make much sense, though. Shit. It’s probably just normal innocent flirtation, no? Yeah, but even so, the million-dollar question was what was Martin going to think about it? We knew that he liked her. I mean, any guy needed to be deaf, dumb, and blind, not too. So knowing that, I tried to put myself in his shoes. What would I do if I was him? Ahh, fuck! He was going to try to be all over her; he was not even half as shy as I was. I was really going to have to try and keep my cool. I was having a very bad feeling about the party at that point. Like seriously, a sense of dread just washed over me like a rogue wave swamps a sailboat upon the open sea.
“We better get going, Davey. We’re going to be late!” Amber said as she grabbed my arm and tugged me towards the door. She already had Martin’s presents in her purse. I handed her the card to add to it, and we headed downstairs. Our mother was just about to head up as we started down.
“Hey kids, I was just about to get you. Are you all ready?” Mom did a bit of a double-take when she got a clearer view of Amber, “Wow, honey! I’m not sure if I like you wearing that outfit or not! It makes you look way too old for your age, but you’re certainly very beautiful dressed up like that, Amber.”
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Saturday, July 27th, 1996, Sanford Maine Shit. Why was Linda at Old Man Garth’s again? Surely she still didn’t want to kill herself? Did she? And just how did she manage to escape the police in the first place!? It was a good thing that Julie had spotted her driving out this way and had called to tell me. I had to find her before she did something she’d regret! I cared about her more than she knew! I pulled my truck up in front of the boarded-up dilapidated old farmhouse, my headlights...
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Tuesday, June 18, 1996, Sanford Maine “Tiger! Tiger! Where are you!? I got my car!! Come quick, David!” CC screeched through the front door as she startled me awake from where I had nodded off on the couch. “Huh?” I said as I rubbed my eyes and sat up, disorientated. I quickly realized where I was as pain shot through my ribs when I jolted upright. CC spotted my head as it popped up over the couch and proceeded to screech at me again. I glanced over at the clock on the mantle and saw that...
Sunday, June 23, 1996, Sanford Maine “Help me, Tiger!” I heard CC scream, which jolted me awake from a dream I had been having about building a luxurious waterfall garden. “Huh?” I grunted blearily in confusion as I struggled to open my eyes and orientate myself. “David,” CC whimpered as she clutched to my side. “CC? What’s going on, Babe? You alright?” Amber asked as she sat up. It was still dark out, and I glanced over at my clock; it was only 3:43 in the morning. Hearing CC moan again...
Tuesday, June 04, 1996, Sanford Maine I stretched out contentedly as I awoke to the feeling of warm sunshine upon my face; looking over to my clock, I saw that it was 8:45. I had my History exam that day at one o’clock, which was the one test that had me worried. I needed at least a solid B to satisfy my Dad’s requirement; if I received a B minus or less, there went the truck. Still, I would do my best and hope that it was good enough. My morning wood was laying rock solid across my stomach,...
When Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening.The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect.He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed.“Blessed Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins,” he muttered and crossed himself three...
SpankingThe next day, Theresa was at our door at eight am. I answered the door. She walked in. "Where's Pyx?" she asked urgently. "She's fixing breakfast. And you're still dressed." The nun took off her habit, hastily. All her sense of modesty around me was gone. "Vonda can help you with your grooming." Theresa looked past me. "No. I'm fine." "Are you sure? I'll inspect you, right now. If you are found wanting I WILL punish you." This made her pause. "Maybe, Vonda should take a...
Sunday, June 02, 1996, Sanford Maine I slowly awoke and gathered my wits as I rubbed the sleep out of my bleary eyes. My head was pounding. Ugh. I needed to learn when to stop drinking; hangovers sucked. I needed Advil badly and water; my mouth felt as dry as a box of cat litter. I also needed to piss, my bladder was so full that it felt like my back teeth were floating, and if I didn’t move soon, I would turn my mattress into a waterbed. What had happened between me and CC last night came...
Friday, May 31, 1996, Sanford Maine Mmmm, that was the best damn steak that I had ever tasted, so juicy and bloody, it was just how I loved it. Now, if I only had an ice-cold Corona to wash it down with... “Would you like a Corona, sir?” a scantily clad waitress asked as she suddenly appeared at my side. She just happened to be carrying a tray with a bottle of my favorite beer sitting right smack in the middle of it. “Umm, yeah, that would be great,” I replied as my eyes were drawn to the...
Friday, June 14, 1996, Sanford Maine The pain in my head was starting to make its presence known again. I guessed that the extra boost of morphine was beginning to wear off. Amber had just gone into the little washroom in the corner, and I was busy reflecting on what I had just remembered had happened to me. I was still trying to grasp it all. It was like watching a movie that had no sound, but at least you were decent at lip-reading. It was annoying, and you didn’t quite have all the pieces...
Monday, August 5th, 1996, Sanford Maine I sat there in stunned wonderment, still clutching Linda’s hand as I watched her cling to Amber with her free arm. Amber was squeezing her in a tight hug while straddling her in the recliner. Linda slipped her hand from mine to return Amber’s embrace in kind. Both girls were crying, and I had no clue what to say or do. Should I go get the Doctor? No. That’d be a dumb thing to do at this point. A knee-jerk reaction. We needed to talk first before we...
Most of the people on the street looked up as I drove past. They were drawn by the sound, like that of a huge angry bear on steroids. My Pype bomb exhaust system announced the presence of my blacked out 2014 Mustang 5.0. People walking down the street had several reactions. Most smiled in appreciation at the automotive masterpiece that was my favorite vehicle of all time. A smaller number, actually stopped what they were doing and stood in slack jawed worship. Those were the faithful, the ones...
She had me at goodbye. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the conversation. I was just too afraid to tell her that I loved the way she smelled, looked, and spoke to me. It was the middle of August and still hot, so we were both wearing bathing suits. The summer air escaped from outside relieving those of us who had decided to dip into the bar from the heat. Only difference between my bathing suit and hers was that I chose a sheer cover up. Being somewhat insecure about the instant pooch that I'd...
BisexualNote : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
Incest... I remembered the tempting voice of Bria 'I bet you squirt don't you? The quiet ones always do'. Too long had it been. I was sure that I'd peed myself, but as I looked back through jolts of pleasure, I saw my sweet, clear liquid squirt from my pussy onto the dildo and Gina's stomach. She started pumping the strap-on harder, deeper inside of me. "You better cum all the way bitch! I didn't wait this long to break you off for nothin'!" Gina had lost it. I was convinced. It didn't matter though....
BisexualMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
The next morning, after breakfast, I was watching some cable news with Vonda at my side; when I realized that I hadn't seen my other slave for a while. "Pyx? Where are you?" I called. She called from the bathroom, "I'm almost ready, Master. I'll be out soon." This intrigued me. "What are you doing?" "It's a surprise," she said in a sing-song tone, not typical of her. Now, she really had my attention. "I think you'll like it, Master." I turned off the TV and watched the...
Sunday, June 23, 1996, Sanford Maine “Someone’s at the door, can you get that, David?” our Mom yelled at me from the kitchen where she was baking her famous chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. “Yeah, of course,” I answered from the couch where I was cuddling with CC. Amber was cuddling up on the other side of her. It was endearing to see their growing closeness. I opened the door and was nearly bowled over by a tall blonde, blue-eyed girl, who shrieked in my ears as she almost hugged me to...
Tuesday, June 18, 1996, Sanford Maine I lay awake snuggled between my sister and our best friend and lover CC and quietly contemplated how complex my life had gotten so far. It was hard to believe that just a relatively short time ago, I had been a single clueless teenager of fifteen-years-old. Now I was a semi-clueless teenager, sixteen-years-old, and had two girlfriends to my complete amazement and disbelief. In my quieter moments, I had been analyzing the relationship that I had...
Monday, June 24, 1996, Sanford Maine I sat in stunned disbelief. From the moment that I had been placed into the back of the police car until the moment that they had me sitting in an ‘interview room, I was feeling pretty surreal. I couldn’t for the life of me comprehend a world where I was the one being arrested for assault when all I had done was save a friend from being raped. I looked up from where I was sitting as the door opened, and the Detective who had arrested me came into the room...
Monday, June 17, 1996, Sanford Maine Uggh! Consciousness came slowly and painfully. My awareness grew in two parallel waves. One was the awareness that came from waking up; the other was the awareness that came from realizing when one was in pain. My head was pounding something fierce. Goddammit, I had thought that maybe I had gotten lucky and been able to escape the headaches so often associated with brain trauma. I groaned aloud; I could already tell that it was a doozy. I’d need some...
Saturday, May 04th, 1996, Sanford Maine My Sister Amber’s birthday was today; that thought was all that it took for me to start stroking my cock. It was already as hard as iron anyway since I had just woken up. Teenage boys always wake up with hard-ons that feel like they can cut through steel beams, no? Grabbing my shaft near the base, I squeezed myself hard, reached over to my nightstand, and pumped some skin lotion onto my right hand. Yeah, I had just discovered the wonderful benefits of...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
“You should go as a sexy nurse,” one of my co-workers told me.“Yeah, and get fired,” I replied.We were chatting about our company Halloween-themed costume party. I had worked at Moore Construction for about a year- a small company of about 100 employees; mostly hormone-driven guys who wanted nothing more than to take a company secretary home.Sammy was my co-heart in crime and she always had my back. We both worked in the accounting department, so we knew just about everyone in the company, from...
OccupationsOur Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
A few weeks ago Vicki and I received an invitation to a ‘Come-Hither Holiday Party’. Paige, a counselor who used to work with my wife, and her significant other, Amanda, were hosting the party. A day after we received our invite, Vicki spoke with Paige and learned that it’s actually Amanda’s ‘sexy lingerie and sex-toy party’ with a holiday theme. Out of respect to my lovely wife, I agreed to accompany her to this ‘what should be a fun’ party – plus I really like Paige. Paige is a very pretty...
BisexualI'm usually a party animal, but tonight I wasn't in the mood for dancing or flirting and especially not taking some random guy into a private room for fooling around! All these were things I would usually be doing... but not tonight, and all because of Drew. Drew was Heather's 18 year old boyfriend, he was gorgeous, Nearly 6 feet tall, with an amazing body, warm chocolately brown eyes and longish, messy, sandy blonde hair. I of course had the hugest crush on him! The weird thing is I...
Here's a little something that just sort of came to me - almost as fast as I could type. I guess the idea / dream had been sitting in the back of my mind for quite a while, waiting for a chance to come out. Anyway, enjoy. Curiosity Cursed the Cal By Elrod W The swaying hips, so perfectly rounding the rear of the short red skirt, with long tanned sexy legs stepping in the high heels had a hypnotic effect. Cal sat, a dreamy look in his eyes as the young lady sauntered around the...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Curiosity. By Tanya H. I'm not gay, I'm curious. At least that's what I was telling myself as I walked into the club, well known as a rainbow bar and a place I'd never been in before. I'd never been this curious before. My name's Dave by the way, I'm 27, average height, build and looks, single for the last three months - since Donna moved down south to further her career. Inside it was like any other night club I'd ever been in; the music was too...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
Thursday, Aug 1st, 1996, Sanford Maine “I sure hope Mom has some good news for us,” Amber said wistfully as we pulled into the Veterinarian’s parking lot for the second time this week. “Me too, Peaches, me too. Linda was supposed to be evaluated yesterday, and since Mrs. Miller told Mom that she wouldn’t be speaking with her doctor until today, we should find something out at some point, even if it isn’t until later. I just hope that they decide that she’s well enough to see her friends,” I...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Thursday, July 4th, 1996, Sanford Maine “This is going to be super fun tonight, Bro! Too bad we couldn’t sneak in some beers, or some vodka, I feel like getting a little buzz on,” Amber smirked at me from where she was comfortably semi-reclined in my trucks passenger seat. “Yeah,” I absent-mindedly replied as I switched lanes to pass a slow-moving delivery truck. “Davey ... I’ve been thinking...” “Yeah?” I asked as she caught more of my attention. “I’m worried about the camping trip on...
Monday, May 06th, 1996, Sanford Maine BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! “Ugh,” I grunted, trying to reach over and smack off my alarm. At first, I was super confused; why couldn’t I roll over and get to my nightstand? I was perplexed for a few seconds. I will admit, I am not a morning person at all. That doesn’t mean that I am grumpy because I’m really not; my brain just doesn’t have any higher function capabilities before coffee. Okay, my sister and my parents would probably say that I had zero brain...
Sunday, July 14th, 1996, Sanford Maine “Still, no word?” I asked Amber as she came out into the backyard to bring me a tall glass of cold iced tea. She sighed heavily as she passed me the glass, “Nope, she’s not answering my calls at all. I’m tempted to get CC to drive me over, but I’m not sure about confronting her at her home just in case she makes a scene or something. Her parents could be there, and that could make things a gazillion times worse if they overheard something.” “That...
Sunday, July 28th, 1996, Sanford Maine I sat with my hands gripping the menu hard, frozen with fear. Carla’s words about her recognizing us still echoing in my ear. Amber’s and my worst nightmare was realized. We’d slipped up a little over a month ago and had allowed our being an hour away from home to give us a false sense of security, and now we were about to pay for it. I knew that Amber’s desire to be able to act like a regular couple in public would eventually get us into trouble. I...
Sunday, May 12th, 1996, Sanford Maine Mmmmm, it felt so good to be waking up snuggled up with my little, Sis. Her bed was pretty comfy too, but the walls were too goddamn pink for my tastes. Although I couldn’t say that pink didn’t have its beauty, that little pussy of hers was perfection. I could live inside her pinkness forever and never have it bother me. Feeling her spooned up against me, her ass tight against my pelvis, with my morning wood squished into her butt crack, was divine....
‚Phu, endlich Feierabend’, denke ich bei mir, als ich mein Büro verlasse. Heute war mal wieder einer von diesen Tagen, an denen einfach nichts passieren wollte. Ich konnte mir nicht mal an meiner Mitarbeiterin aufgeilen, da sie gerade in den Ferien ist (… denn sonst würde mir, wie so oft, zufällig der Kugelschreiber auf den Boden fallen, damit ich einen Blick zwischen ihre gespreizten Beine werfen kann. Da sie meist kurze Röcke trägt sieht man dann schön auf ihre von feiner Seide eingehüllte...
Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
Vintage Porn SitesI should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...
Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...
Porn Pictures SitesChapter 2: Pool Party at Heather’s House SHORTLY AFTER SCHOOL ended that year, Heather Ratcliffe invited everyone in our class over for a swim and barbecue. Sam disappeared into a mob of kids at the end of the garden to play something they called volleyball. It seemed to involve a lot of pushing and shoving but very little control of the ball. I jumped in the pool and headed for a huge inner tube floating near the opposite edge. I’d just gotten myself onto it when I felt someone’s hand warm...
I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....
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BBW Porn SitesHave you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....
Voyeur Porn SitesClothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...
FantasyWoah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...
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