"What'cha doing?" Allison asked as she barged into his room. She gasped, however, when she looked at the computer monitor and saw the image of a naked girl on the screen. "She's naked!" Allison squeaked and pointed.
"No shit," Clark mumbled as he suddenly downsized the screen.
"Why'd you make her go away?" she asked as she plopped on his bed. At 23, she was older than him by almost two years, with a pretty, but heavily freckled face, shoulder length reddish brown hair, and a completely non descript, average body. She was pretty; however her somewhat obnoxious personality had kept her from ever keeping a boyfriend for more than a few weeks.
"Because I'd rather not be looking at naked women with my s****r in the room," he replied. He was just as average as his s****r although slightly taller, and also with an average build. He was also somewhat geeky, which also made him shy and prevented him from even thinking about pursuing a girlfriend.
"Why, afraid your dick will get hard, or something?" she giggled as she looked pointedly at his crotch. "Bring her back up, I wanna look too."
"Because if you don't, I'll tell mom and dad, that's why," she replied. She wouldn't, but the threat always seemed to get her what she wanted. Sighing loudly, he clicked on the icon at the bottom of the tool bar, and instantly the pretty woman popped back into view. "They're fake," she pointed, making a face.
"No shit, but I'm not a tit man so it doesn't bother me," he told her.
"Ass man, huh?" she grinned.
"Other side," he muttered as he picked another set of pictures to look at.
"Why? At least with boobs and butts, you can tell what you're getting, most of the time. With that, it's a crap shoot." She then pointed at the screen, making another face. "I like my tits, better," she added, "don't you?"
"Ali, I've never seen your tits, so how am I supposed to know?" What happened next almost made him swallow his tongue. Walking next to the computer, she suddenly lifted her shirt and popped out her tits so he could see them. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, although he didn't sound as shocked as he felt.
"See?" she replied. "I think they're a good size, don't you?"
"Yeah, they're a great size," he nodded, staring at her jiggling C's. He hated to admit it, but he did think they were nicer than the woman's on the screen, and even worse, her dark nipples were a definite turn on.
"I like how dark my nipples are, too. Look at how big her areola's are. I like how mine are nice and small, so the nipple fits in it nicely."
"So do I," he replied absently. He was still both transfixed by her exposed tits, and somewhat shocked by the fact that she had exposed them at all.
"I do stuff on my computer, too," she said cryptically.
"Like what?" he asked, still amazed that she hadn't bothered to put her "girls" away.
"I read," she replied, "and I write." She had said the last expecting some kind of reaction from him, and she wasn't disappointed.
"Hearing that you're able to read is amazing enough," he teased her, "but the fact that you write also..."
"Hey! Shut up, dick!" she grumbled. "I've already submitted a couple of stories, and some people even liked them!"
Sighing loudly as he took one last, longing look at the picture of the young woman spreading before him, he downsized the picture and turned around in his chair. "Ok, I'll bite, what is it that you write, dear s****r?" he said in a patronizing tone.
"Smut!" she grinned. "I write about getting laid and sucking cocks and eating pussy," she added excitedly.
"If you're gonna leave them out like that, at least take your shirt off so I can get the full effect," he said, pointing at her tits. He expected her to pull the shirt down, ending his cheap thrill. When she pulled the shirt off, however, he was both pleasantly surprised and slightly aroused.
After clearing his throat, he leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on his bed. "They say that, to be a good writer, you pretty much should write what you know. Tell me, what do you know about getting laid, sucking cocks and eating pussy?"
The color that suddenly filled her face was quite vivid, and made him start to laugh. "I know about sucking cock," she countered. "And I had my pussy ate, once, but only for a few minutes."
"Why only for a few minutes?" he asked, somewhat intrigued.
"He said I didn't smell good," she pouted, "but from what I felt, it was really good, you know?"
"Mmmm hmmm," he nodded. "And the cock sucking?"
"How do you think I managed to keep boyfriends for as long as I do?" she asked sheepishly. "The only reason they don't stay, is because I won't let them... have sex with me," she mumbled.
"My big s****r sucks cock," he grinned. "Tell me, can you deep throat?"
"Why?" she asked quietly.
"I'm just curious," he shrugged, somewhat amused.
"Yeah, sorta," she muttered.
"What about the getting laid part?" he asked, knowing the answer already.
"No," she replied. "I already told you I don't do that, that's why I can't keep a boyfriend." That was only part of the reason. The other part, was the fact that she was an overbearing loud mouth who felt the need to constantly keep talking, even when there was nothing to say. Her personal hygiene also was a factor.
Seeing that his line of questioning was starting to bother her, he decided to change the subject somewhat. "Ok, you said you read... what do you read?"
"Stories," she replied, sounding at least a little better. "All of them have to do with some kind of sex or another, but, there's one type that I just started reading that's really piqued my interest."
"Wow, did you just say 'piqued'? I'm impressed!"
"Shut up!" she smirked, flipping him off.
"So, this one type, what does it have to do with?"
"If I tell you, you have to SWEAR that you won't think I'm off my rocker or twisted or anything, and, you can't tell another soul, all right?"
"You might as well not tell me, then," he answered.
"Why not?" She almost looked hurt by the fact that she couldn't tell him.
"Because I already think you're twisted and off your rocker," he grinned. Again she swore and flipped him off, all while starting to giggle.
"Guess!" she grinned.
"Right off the top of my head, I'd say lesbians," he answered.
"I've thought about it," she nodded, "but honestly, it's just as bad if not worse than a heterosexual relationship.
"Piqued AND heterosexual? Damn!" he grinned at her.
"Do you give up?" she asked, flipping him off again. When he nodded, she sighed. "Do you promise?"
"I promise," he nodded.
"i****t," she replied quickly, almost as if she didn't say it quickly, she wouldn't be able to. There was a long silence as she watched his face, looking for at least a hint as to what he was thinking.
""You do know what that means, right?" he asked slowly, struggling to get the words out and breathe at the same time.
"Yes, I know what it means," she replied.
"Right... ok, so tell me, what has your interest so piqued?"
"When I read the stories, they... they make me think. They make some very good points about it, really." At least now he understood why she was suddenly willing to take her top off in front of him.
Smiling, she nodded. "I mean, it's still taboo and all that shit, but, honestly, what's wrong with it?"
"Um, it's a sin?" he shrugged.
"Everything in the world is a fucking sin to the catholic church, Clark!" she fumed. "At least everything that's even remotely fun, anyway. One of the arguments some of the writer's make is the fact that, as long as it's happening between two consenting adults, what's the problem?"
"Um, it's a sin?" he repeated, making her throw up her hands in frustration. He then started to chuckle and apologized. "I'm sorry, Ali, honestly. You just floored me with all of this, that's all."
"So, do you want to?" she asked after another long silence.
"Do I want to what?" he squeaked, not believing what he thought she was asking him.
"Want to have i****t?" she asked, like she was asking him if he wanted to go to the mall with her. Before he could reply, she continued. "Think about it, Clark. Almost all of the elements of the stories are here, right now, right in front of us. We're alone, we live together, mom and dad are gone for the weekend... it's almost perfect."
"Ok, hypothetical situation," he answered finally. "Let's just say I do agree to this. What do we do?"
"Anything our hearts desire," she grinned, slowly standing and going to sit on his lap.
"Especially including," she grinned. "I want to lose my cherry to you, Clark."
"Uh, can I ask why?"
"Because you're the closest thing I have to a boyfriend," she replied softly. "I love you. You listen to me, even though you make fun of me, you're smart, kinda cute, and, probably the most important factor of all, you won't go running around blabbing to everyone that you got to fuck Allison Peterson," she finished, leaning forward and rubbing one of her dark nipples over his chin.
She certainly had a point there. "It's a bittersweet thing, though," he sighed. "I'll finally get laid, yet I won't be able to tell anyone."
"The same goes for me, too," she replied. She then picked up his hands and placed them on her slightly cool tits. At first, he just sat there, staring at the two alabaster orbs under his now sweaty hands. Softly, he squeezed, looking more like he was trying to find a ripe melon than play with her tits.
Even though he had no idea what he was doing, he still heard Allison moan softly. "Play with my nipples a little," she whispered, watching his hands. "Ow!" she yelled suddenly when he pinched harder than he should.
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly as he leaned forward and kissed it. It was then that he got a whiff of something that didn't smell too pleasant, and he instantly understood why the one boy who went down on her told her she smelled bad. "You know what I think we should do?" he said, as he rubbed his palms over her nipples.
"Mmmm," she purred. "What do you think we should do?" she asked, already starting to squirm.
"In the stories you read, do they ever take baths or showers together?" he asked as he started to enjoy himself.
"All the time," she replied. "You wanna take a shower together?"
"Yeah, I think it'd be a good way to get comfortable with being naked with each other," he told her.
"I wish we had a Jacuzzi," she muttered as they walked down the hall.
"That would be ideal," he nodded. "So, have you given any thought at all as to what we'll do after all this?" he asked as he took off his shirt.
"Do about what?" she asked as she stripped off her jeans, leaving her in just a pair of satin pink and white striped spaghetti sting panties.
"I mean, is this a one time thing, or do we keep doing it?" His back was to her as he spoke, so when he suddenly heard the sounds of her peeing, he turned around quickly.
"What? I had to go!" she replied. She then made a funny face. "Damn, I guess Warren was right, I do smell pretty bad." When she stood after blotting herself, he noticed that her pubic hair looked like she had tried to trim it with a weed whacker, and he told her so.
"Shut up," she said, looking down at herself. "It was the best I could do, ok? Next time, I'll have you do it for me."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't know," she shrugged as she started the shower. "We'll see how it goes. If we like it, we can continue, if we don't, then we don't."
"What if one of us likes it and the other doesn't" he asked as he took off his pants. He was already semi-hard, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by his s****r.
"Well," she grinned as she suddenly walked over and pulled his shorts down the rest of the way for him. "If you like it, and I don't, then we stop. But if I like it and you don't, then I'll just badger you until you give in," she replied sweetly. She then wrapped her hand around his skinny hardness and gave him a small squeeze. "I think this'll be a great size to start with," she replied.
"You have a cute ass," he commented as he watched her get into the shower.
The smile that she gave him when she turned around lit up the room. "You really think so?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.
"Yeah, I do," he replied. "Gimme the loofah and the soap," he pointed. He took his time washing her, alternating between using the sponge and his bare hands. He had her feeling so good she didn't even realize he seemed to be spending a longer amount of time between her legs. He also realized she looked damn sexy naked, a fact that she usually concealed because of the unflattering clothes she wore.
"How's it feel?" she asked softly when she felt the way he seemed to be fondling her pussy rather than just washing it.
"Pretty good, actually," he replied, making her half giggle, half sigh as he started paying more attention to her clit. "It doesn't feel wrecked like most of the girls look on that website." After he finished washing her and she rinsed off, he handed her the loofah while they switched places.
"You're a lot bigger than I originally thought," he heard her say from beneath him. She was now on her knees and his mostly hard dick was pointed right at her face. "Rinse off, I want to suck it," she told him. Once the all the soap was gone, he watched in awe as his now rock hard meat disappeared into her mouth, and gasped as she swallowed him whole after every third stroke.
When she finally stood so she could finish washing him, he smiled at her. "I guess you are pretty good at that," he told her.
"Thanks," she grinned. "I wish all the other guys I did that too were so sweet to me."
"Your room or mine?" he asked as they dried off.
"Yours," she nodded, "you have a bigger bed." Once she passed the threshold into his room, Allison started giggling as she jumped onto his bed. "C'mere and kiss me," she ordered softly and she rubbed the bed next to her.
"I've never done this before, either," he said as he put his arms around her. The feeling of their naked flesh suddenly pressing together made his cock feel even harder.
"Feels pretty good, huh?" she whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers.
"Uh huh," he nodded slowly. Their kiss was awkward, at first, with a lot of clicking teeth and mouths that weren't opened wide enough, which caused their tongues to drag uncomfortably over the other's teeth. After a few minutes, they found their rhythm, however, and soon were kissing like long time lovers.
As they kissed, he let his hands roam all over her soft, warm body, as her sighs and moans helped his cock to stay at full strength. After letting his middle finger slip between her slightly parted legs and slowly swirl around her wet, slippery slit, he brought his hand secretly back up to his nose and sniffed, making his cock give a mighty twitch. Now she smelled damn good!
"Do I smell good enough to eat?" she asked, her voice hot and breathy in his ear.
"Yes!" he whispered back, undaunted that she had found him out. "It's the first pussy I've ever smelled, and you smell delicious!"
"Then eat me!" she moaned, and in a flash, she was on her back with her legs spread wide.
Pre cum dribbled from the tip of his rod as he fell all over himself trying to get into position. Once he was there, he stared openly at her gaping, virgin quim. It wasn't as pretty as some of the ones he had seen on the websites, yet, it was a lot prettier than most of them.
The fact that she wasn't lippy and stretched out and didn't look like she used a fire hydrant for a dildo most of the time made her all that much more beautiful. Her mound was plump and protruded quite nicely, giving it almost a swollen look, and the only thing that truly marred the view was the haphazard way she had hacked her pubic hair off.
He could smell her more intensely now, and the heat that radiated from between her spread legs reminded him of a warm radiator on a cold winters day. Spreading her slightly with his thumbs, he marveled at the way her small but thick, dark tan colored lips glistened with her horny glaze.
Looking up at her over her slightly chubby tummy, he locked onto her eyes as he turned his tongue into a spear. Her legs were already shaking in anticipation, and he wasn't even touching her yet. "This is gonna feel so fucking good!" she quivered, her voice soft and lusty. That was then he chose to let her know if she was right or not.
As he shoved his tongue as deeply into her sizzling gash as it would go, she howled. It wasn't like anything he had ever heard a human sound like before, and it instantly caused his cock to explode on the sheet beneath him.
She was trembling violently already, and he still hadn't moved from his initial entry. He then placed his hands under her shaking thighs and pushed her up and open, almost laughing at the way her slit seemed to open and close on his ridged tongue.
Now that he had even more access to her quivering gash, he pressed his tongue deeper, until his chin was pressed against her anus. Allison gasped and her quim seemed to be working overtime as it contracted and convulsed on his now aching tongue. That was when he started to fuck her with it, and that was when she started to squirt.
"Oh... my... fucking... GOD!" she gasped, each word punctuated by a sizable squirt and a gasping sound equivalent to a death rattle. As she screamed the word "God!" a steady gush of her tangy liquid oozed and spurted from her epileptic gash, bathing his face, chin and throat.
She suddenly grabbed his hair, violently shoving his face into her gushing twat and smashing his nose against her tortured clit. As his face rode her bouncing muff, she let fly once again, this time nearly drowning him.
He couldn't breath! He tried to tell her he needed air, but her pussy was clamped to his face like one of those stage one aliens in the movie of the same name. In an effort to get her to let go of him, he did the only thing her could think of at the moment.
Not bothering or caring about lubrication at that point, he took his middle finger and shoved it as hard and as deeply as it would go into her puckered ass.
Sounding like a woman thrown off of a very, very high cliff, Allison screamed as she pressed his face even tighter into her gushing gash. She was bouncing and gyrating so hard at that point, both of them were "getting air" as they bounced off the mattress.
Only by pure luck did his mouth break contact for the briefest moment, enabling him to suck in some of the coolest, sweetest air he had ever tasted. It was right after that blessed intake of life saving air, that she suddenly stopped her bouncing.
She still had a death grip on his now sweaty hair, and she still had her twat stuck to his face like a suction cup on glass window. Now, however, her ass was off the bed, and she was having her own private earthquake, and her throat emitted a single staccato note that was timed to those vibrations.
Just as he started to lose consciences and his finger fell limply from her asshole, Allison grunted something deep and guttural, and pushed him painfully away from her twat. As she rolled into a fetal position and sobbed, he rolled off the bed to the floor and gasped for air.
She had stopped crying at some point, and when he was finally able to gather the strength to climb back onto the bed, he saw her lying there, still shaking and still in the fetal position. She jumped and let out a loud, startled cry when he touched her, but he kept advancing towards her quivering body. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice raspy from his dry throat.
"I'm still cumming!" she whined, "Hold me Clark!" Sliding down next to her, he slid his arms around her flushed, trembling body and spooned her tightly to him. As they lay there, his cock decided that it had been left out of the fun for far too long, and once again made its presence known. She started to giggle when she felt his gradually hardening manhood growing between the cheeks of her ass.
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