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Birthday Surprise

windpoet72 on Group Stories

            One of my favorite things to do with Tiff was internet porn. Tiff is one of those friends with benefits, at least she was. We had a different way of enjoying internet porn. I’d go online and put together slide shows of porn and add text to it and let her sit at my computer and masturbate while the show played out. Then when we’d actually go online and either find a cyber sex room or a porn literature site she’d get on her knees under my desk and blow me while I’d read.

            She loved everything. She was

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a closet bisexual and a fairly cute one too. I had been her first for everything but she was far from my first. I’d showed her everything from vaginal to anal. Cum was something she could never get enough of. She’d such me dry, ask me to shot all over her tits then lick it up, any thing for cum. She liked my slides shows relished our porn movie night and loved our play nights.             .

  Nonetheless her first true love was toys; I got her, her first dildo and vibrator after that she was a fiend every week she would have a new one.   She come over drop her pants and start the slide show after pulling out a new dildo or vibrator.

            Things started to change as her nineteenth birthday came around. Now I didn’t realize it until a long time friend of hers told me. Well she had fantasies and I had fantasies and she was one of the few people that knew I was Bi. She loved the though of a three some and had asked be about it several times, I was just too scared. Tiff and I had one the whole role swap thing where I’d get on all fours and she’d assfuck me with her strap-on. That’s where I had and idea. In the end both of us could be satisfied by a threesome weather it was two men or two women but why not a foursome.

            During collage I worked at a small bookstore in a small town in the middle of nowhere. My manager Jess was an avid Bi who bragged every Monday about her conquests male or female. She was cute a little taller than Tiff with brown hair that she kept short. We’d gone down on each other in the back room once or twice on really slow nights. She was an expert in giving head. But I needed some a different kind of help from her. Tiff had never been with another woman but fantasized about it, I wasn’t the same with men. I told Jess what I was doing and she though that it was cute.

            That’s when things started to change a bit. See Jess toke control and started to run with he planning.

            The next night I was at her place. There I was introduced to Alex who I knew from school. He was in the same history class as Tiff and me. He was about five ten and well built.   The three of us sat in Jess’s living room talking until she spoke up.

            “I’m horny and really anxious to get to the point of this.” She moved over and sat between Alex and I on the sofa. She put her hands on our crotches and started massaging our cocks through our pants. “See I like both of you and your both complete closet cases. Now you want a foursome for your fuck buddy.” She said looking at me and taking her hand off my stiffening dick. “I want to get fucked and Alex here I’m sure is ready for just about anything.” She opened his pants and pulled out his cock, which was much nicer than mine, by a good two inches. She leaned over and took it in her mouth then sat up her hand running up and down it. She took her free hand and undid her pants and slid them off.

            She rolled up onto the sofa so she was on her stomach her head on Alex’s thigh and his cock still in her hand. I moved away a bit standing looking down at the whole thing when she reached up and undid my pants. They fell to the ground, I stepped out of them and she opened her legs. Her free hand spreading her pussy.

            “Get in here and we’ll really get started!” she said.

            Lying on top of her I slipped right in to her. She was wet and I felt right at home. I lay down my chest oh her back. She told Alex to shift and he did facing the two of us. I watched as his cock vanished again in to Jess’s mouth. She bobbed her head up and down while I humped at her cunt. I reached under her and started to massage one of her tits.

            She took the dick out of her mouth to moan then spoke.

            “How horny are you?” her head was half turned looking at me. I could smell his cock on her breath. “If you horny enough to blow him till he cums I’ll make you cum.” Her free hand reached under both of us a wrapped around my balls. She loved this.

            There was a moment of hesitation before I did it. He was close enough for me to get most of it in my mouth. It was slow and took a few minutes for me too really get into the rhythm of it. I had to put a hand around the base to control my rhythm and after a while it was awesome. He was moaning and so was Jess who still had my cock inside her cunt. As I worked him I felt Jess’s face against mine. I looked to see she was toungeing Alex’s ball and he was loving it. It didn’t take long his hand fell to my head and he was getting ready to blow. I picked up the rhythm and he lost it. Jess whispered in my ear.

            “Don’t you dare swallow one drop it’s all mine.” I sucked on his cock till I though that I had it all then turned and kissed her. She sucked every drop out of my moth sliding her tongue in to make sure. “Now it’s your turn.”

She arched up a bit and I took some weight off of her. He then pulled my cock out of her pussy. She positioned it out side of her ass and slide her tight hole up my dick till her anus met my pubs. Slowly I started pumping. Her ass was well trained for this and I wasn’t going to last very long in her. With every thrust her ass contracted around my cock. It grew tighter as I withdrew and relaxed as I thrust in.

Jess was also putting on quite the show with Alex’s cock, which was starting to harden again. Her hand had replaces mine at the base and now she was starting to lick it’s length. I couldn’t resist and joined her; she loved the whole thing. I opened my eyes as I licked at Alex’s cock my own still thrusting away at her ass. She was watching as we both satisfied Alex. I was astounded that she never missed a beat. Her concentration amazed me, working his cock with her mouth and mine with her ass.

  I felt two of her fingers at my mouth and I opened to let them in. They were covered with the familiar taste of her pussy. She smiled at me and I watched as she slid them up Alex’s ass. He moaned and Jess and I went back to work on his cock. By now I was ready to blow and she could tell. I was going all out in her and it was a final vise like squeeze of her ass and I blew inside her.

I moaned in her ear as she clamped down on my cock not letting my slid out. She held for a few minutes then let of after my orgasm had past. My softening cock still in her ass she half turned and looked at me and kissed me. She told me to roll to my side which I was happy to do. Once there and still in her she gently massaged my cock back to life with her amazing ass.

Alex came down from the bed as she told him to a lay in front of Jess. I could feel his cock slide in to her pussy. Hs moaned and rocked between the two of us, back and forth a few times then told us it was her turn to cum.

The three of us continued to fuck for almost two hours. Alex and I got to take turns ass fucking each other and Jess had her way with both of us. When we finished we discussed the next Friday nights events.

 

Tiff came over about four in the afternoon; Jess and Alex were hiding in my bedroom. It was Friday so she was ready for her slide show. We walked into my living room where my computer was set up. She pulled off her pants and sat in the chair, the slide show was already on the screen. She pulled her dildo out of her purse, it was one she’d used before a clear glass spiral, and set it next to the keyboard as she settled in.

On the screen was a picture of a woman with two men, she was leaning in to one kissing him while the other licked at her ear and had a hand up her shirt massaging her tits. As Tiff spread her legs I moved under the desk, she was surprised but didn’t protest. She didn’t protest either when I took the dildo out of her hand or started to eat her pussy. She clicked through the slide show while I licked at her hairless cunt. I had her dildo in my hand and slowly started to work her with it. She was in heaven. The pictures were a teaser, as they flipped through the sense became hotter and hotter. She was looking at a picture where one man as being fucked by the other, the woman was behind both licking one’s ball and fingering the other that’s when she lost it.

I slid up between her legs and she proceeded to lick her juices off my face. She was out of breath her arms draped over my shoulders.

“Want to go in to my room?” all she could do was nod. As she stood up I stopped her before she could star towards the door. Jess had two surprises for Tiff one was a blindfold the other was a string of anal beads. I held up the blindfold first. She grinned and put it on. I the moved be hind her and slid two fingers in to her pussy. She bent over slightly opening her legs. Next I leaned in and started to lick her tight asshole. She moaned as I replaced my tongue with my finger and massaged her anus for a minute before slipping the beads in one by one. I finished leaving only a small plastic ring hanging from her hole. I was off my knees then took her hand and walked her into my room. Jess and Alex were both inside naked.

I sat Tiff on the bed and pulled off her shirt and let her take off her bra. While she stripped I did as well. I spread her legs and invited Jess over. I moved over next to Alex and we both sat on a small couch in my room. Jess grinned at both of us and started to play with Tiff. She lowered her head in to Tiffs lap and started to lick her out.

Tiff moaned and started to talk dirty. She loved the oral service.   As Jess tongue fucked her she put her hands on Jess’s head. She knew instantly that I wasn’t me eating her out. But there was no protest from her. She moaned and bucked and came. It was, as she came that Jess pulled the beads from her ass sending her over the top. As Tiff went to remove the blindfold Jess half stood kissing her and telling her to leave it on.

Tiff was on her back on the bed and Jess straddled her face slowly lowering her pussy into Tiff’s mouth. It was my turn. I moved up between her legs and slipped into her already dripping snatch. Jess leaned forward and I licked the juices off of her face as I fucked Tiff.

Her moans were muffled from the clean-shaven pussy in her mouth. Tiff was about to realize just how much of a surprise she was in for. Alex moved behind Jess and slid into her. Now instead of a shaven pussy she had a shaven ball sack in her mouth.

All four of us were in heaven. Jess licked at my nipples while Alex went to town on her hairless cunt. Tiff was moaning wildly as I fucked her and while Jess kept her finger on Jess’s clit.  

Jess was the next of us to cum, Tiff and been sucking on her clit the entire time Alex had been fucking her. She got to her knees and slid off of Alex’s still hard cock and lay on the bed next to Tiff. She whispered into Tiff’s ear. Both girls giggled and Tiff sat up sliding off of my dick.

She got on the floor sticking out her ass. I dropped behind her and slipped back into her pussy. She gestured at Alex to sit in front of her. He plopped down on the edge of the bed with his legs open so Tiff could go down on him.

She quickly became lost in herself servicing Alex. Both Alex and Me had been in this position before and we were going to make the best of it. As Tiff held up Alex’s cock so she could service his balls I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. She didn’t realize what was going on until she looked up. She gently nudged me with he face and I let his dick out of my mouth. She started to lick the side of his dick and I joined her while my dick was wedged in her dripping cunt.

Alex was close to cumming and we both knew it. It was as Tiff took his cock in he mouth again that I felt someone behind me. I could feel Jess’s hand on my ass and I knew she was up to something. Her finger was playing with my ass and she was more than welcome to it.

She was lubing me up while Tiff and I sucked on Alex. First it was one finger then two then none. There was a moment of nothing while she got into position and then I felt the head of a dildo at my ass. I stopped what I had been doing to Alex as she slid the strap-on into me.

  I moaned in Tiff’s ear as Jess sank into me. Tiff knew what was going on. She reached under us and rolled my balls in her hands once rubbing her cunt juices all over them. She took the dick out of her mouth and said thank you then started to suck on Alex’s cock again while I adjusted to the dildo Jess was fucking me with

Slowly I stated to work myself on her plastic cock while fucking Tiff driving her closer to another orgasm. I wasn’t going to last long, Jess was massaging my chest as she fucked my ass. Tiff’s cunt was starting to spasm as she came closer to cumming.

The three of us lost it together. Tiff swallowed all of Alex’s cum while I left a ribbon of mine up her back. Tiff slid forward off my dick as rested against the bed. She was out of breath and motioned me over to her. She kissed me on the lips and said thank you for her birthday present.

Jess crawled over on her knees to where Tiff and I were laying she had a rag in hand and was wiping off the black strap-on she’d just used on me. She smiled.

“Sweetie that’s only part one just wait to see what they do without us.”

She undid the strap-on and put her head between Tiff’s legs and started to lick up the cum, soon the two of them were again in a 69 and this time Alex and I joined them.   By the time Tiff came and sat up to notice the two of us on our sides with the others cock in mouth we are both about ready to cum. Jess came up by me and started to rim Alex while Tiff did the same to me.

Both girls fingered us until we came and then the four of us lay on the floor our hands playing with each other a bit. Alex was the first of us to get hard and Tiff found her head in his lap again sucking him hard while I lay on my bed my ass on the edge with Jess lubing me up.

When Alex was ready Tiff walked him by his cock over to me and slipped him inside me. He was smaller than the strap-on that Jess had used but it took a second for my ass to adjust to him. He was nice about it because he knew that I was next and so he took his time building up. Once he was started Tiff climbed on to my face and lay down on top of me.

My tongue in her pussy and my cock in her mouth she was loving the show. I moaned as much as I could from the ass fucking and the blowjob. Alex was building up faster as his precum helped lube my ass along with Tiff’s spit. Then Jess came back in.

All I noticed at first was a long clear dildo. I watched as she fucked Tiff with it but I didn’t notice right away that it was a double.   It was out of the corner of my eye I saw he back up and raise one leg and slip the other end into her pussy.

I was in heaven, I had two beautiful pussies pounding together in front of my eyes and I had a gorgeous cock ravaging my ass while a lovely set of lips worked my cock. The moaning was intoxicating and enough so that Alex blew his load in my ass. I clenched down so he wouldn’t let any of it go.

He pumped for a few minutes after he’d cum before pulling out but I couldn’t go anywhere the girls were so into themselves they hadn’t noticed him cum. Tiff finally realized when Alex stopped her from sucking my dick and took my cock in his mouth. The two girls rolled over and continued with their fucking next to me. Tiff was coming into her own taking charge over Jess and leavening her to moan on the sheets while she fucked her with the plastic cock they shared.

Tiff   reached   around and put a finger on Jess’s clit doing her best to for another orgasm out of the woman while Alex moved behind her rubbing her own cum on her ass hole and fingering her.

When Jess came she lay on the bed with the dildo hanging out of her dripping cunt. Tiff slid off her end and lay next to her new friend panting.

“Next year… I want two of you.” She said beaming.

The New Fishing Rod

sickpuppy123 on Group Stories




The sound of the aluminum bow striking, cutting, slicing the choppy waves should have been loud in my ears, but the thump of my own heartbeat was drowning out the noise of the boat plowing through the slightly rolling water. The small vessel was making almost 15 knots as we headed off the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. The boat had more speed to give, but only at the cost of a roaring engine, too loud to talk over and bumps that would require a firm grasp of the rails. The salmon beckoned, begging to be caught, but my wife's excitement called us even louder.


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Carolyn as she stood there, facing us so she could talk, her back braced against the door to the small cabin as her arm draped against my knee and her hand grasped high on my thigh, to keep her balance in the face of the choppy jouncing ride. Her face was flushed with excitement and a soft smile curved her lips. I looked at her other hand, the one laying in the crotch of our new friend.


She saw me look at her hand and she loosened her grasp on his leg, letting the wave action “accidentally” cause her hand to ride softly over his obviously erect cock. Carolyn looked directly into my face and gave me one of her coquettish smiles that I found so attractive. She was relaxed and excited at the prospect of our “fishing” trip. It was obvious that the fish she wanted to eat was already in the boat and not swimming in the lake.


That smile told me that we would be doing more than fishing this morning. There was no question that Jack would love to get into her panties, the only question had been if she found him an acceptable fuck partner.


She had met Jack in a swingers chat room a couple of months ago and we had been exchanging e mails for several weeks, getting to know each other. He liked to fish but had never been out on the big lake before. I invited him on this fishing excursion, but I had a touch of trepidation about meeting a stranger and then taking him out on the lake, miles from the nearest person. This was the first time we had gone fishing with another swinger. If either of us had not felt comfortable with him, he would never have gotten on the boat. The next question was Carolyn. Would she take him as a fishing buddy or more? She had answered that with a squeeze of his crotch and a smile at me.


It was a long ride to where they said the fish were, almost 10 miles off shore. Carolyn got bolder with her hands as each groped a cock through the material of our jeans, which seemed strange since the discussion was about fishing, and the weather and our lives, about everything but sex. Neither of us made any comment about the soft hands massaging our manhood. It was almost as if we were ignoring it.


Suddenly I hit a wave a little bigger than most and Carolyn was bounced back and forth between the two of us. “Damn, dear are you hitting every bump in the water? I think I need safety handles.” Her hand squeezed my cock through my pants. “Hmmmm, there's an idea. Why don't you two be gentlemen and take your pants off so I have something to grab onto.” She giggled.


Jack looked at me and I smiled at him as I nodded my head. He needed no further invitation. He was out of his pants in record time. I had more difficulty steering the boat and taking my clothes off, but still it took only a moment. Carolyn smiled broadly as her hands reached out, each wrapping around a hard cock. There was a dreamy look on her face and a hint of an excited smile. Nothing turned her on more than playing with two cocks at the same time.


I have to admit that I rather like seeing her with another man. It's not quite as good as having her lick my balls while I fuck one of her girlfriends, but I do get a real charge out of her excitement and in letting another man find out why I'm so lucky to have her each night.


The conversation didn't change when she began her ministrations to our dicks. It just stopped. Jack just made quiet contented cooing sounds as she stroked his cock. She smiled encouragingly as he reached out a hand to cup her breast through her shirt.


It was ten minutes later when the depth meter finally read 95 feet and I pulled the throttles back to idle. The slapping of the boat settled into a slow rocking that allowed us to move around the boat much easier. Carolyn bent over toward Jack as I watched her mouth engulf his hard cock. Her left hand never left mine. I watched her lips slide up and down on Jack's cock and smiled, knowing how good it was feeling for him.


I rather hated to break up the fun, but we were here to fish or were we? “Dear, two things. First it's not fair for us to be naked and you still dressed. Second, I need you to take the wheel so I can rig the lines for us.”

Her head bobbed several more times on Jack's pole. I didn't expect an immediate answer, since it isn't polite to talk with your mouth full. My eyes watched her lips slide up and down and my cock throbbed in her hand.


Finally she reluctantly slid her mouth off his cock. “Party pooper.” she told me. Then she ducked into the cabin. It didn't take long for her to shed her clothing and step back through the narrow doorway dressed only in tennis shoes. She playfully ducked away from me and snuggled up to Jack. “Sorry, this jerk rained on our parade,” She told Jack. Then she kissed the head of his cock before straightening up and relieving me at the wheel. She wiggled her cute naked butt at Jack as she climbed into the captain's chair. He reached out and groped that cute ass while I smirked.


Jack watched me as I set out the lures and lines and then ran them below the water on the down riggers. He watched me, but my gorgeous naked wife sitting in the drivers seat, was too distracting for lure rigging to capture his undivided attention. Carolyn was sitting sideways, steering and watching us as she stole occasional glances at the empty water around us.


Once the lines were down and the poles bent till they nearly touched the water, I looked at Jack. “All there is to do now is wait. Just a slow boat ride until a fish strikes.” Jack was edging toward the helm and the lovely naked woman waiting there. Setting up the equipment had been a distraction and his pole was sagging and pointing at the water, just like the fishing rods. Not a problem. I had total confidence in Carolyn's ability to revive the flagging equipment.


Carolyn encouraged Jack to come over with a smile and a nod of her head. He stood in the aisle between the seats and looked into my wife's smiling blue eyes for a moment before his gaze drifted lower. Her feet touched his thighs while his face was at tit level. Jack's eyes were glued to the lovely full breasts with the darker erect nipples and you could almost see him salivating. I saw her eyes twinkle, bemused by his look of lust.


“No need to be shy,” She told him. “It's time for us to get acquainted.” He said nothing as her hand drew his head to her tit. I watched her face as a dreamy look came over it. She was definitely enjoying the way he sucked. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed and then jerked open while the smile spread on her face. Her eyes looked down. I couldn't see, but I suddenly knew that Jack's hand had found her undoubtedly swampy pussy. Carolyn hummed a happy sound and tilted her head back.


I kept watching the two of them with quick glances at the poles. It was a good thing that there were no other boats around because Carolyn's driving was a touch erratic. If there had been other boats about, then we wouldn't be naked either. Jack kissed down her belly and his face disappeared between her thighs. Her hips shifted to make it easier for him to lick her tender clit. It was fun to watch her face as another man pleased her, but fishing with a swinging friend was much less fun than having a nice non moving bed and no minor distractions.


Carolyn's face contorted in her first orgasm of the day. Her whole body flushed and she made gurgling sounds as her eyes were slammed tight shut. I watched and smiled as her hips bucked into his face and one hand pressed his head even tighter to her spasming cunt. I watched her face and the flush rising to her gorgeous tits as the first spasm slowed. I knew that if he kept it up she would have another, and another, each stronger than the last. Her hand held his face tight as that first one wound down, letting him know that she didn't want him to stop yet.


At that moment, I saw one of the rods jump up in the air. “Fish ON!” I yelled as I rushed to a pole.


“OH SHIT!!!” Carolyn nearly screamed. “NOT NOW!!!” Jack removed his face from her pussy.


I cranked in the slack and jerked the rod to set the hook. “Jack, first fish is yours. You're the guest.” From that first tug, I knew that this would be a good fish. Experience told me it would be about a 30 pound Chinook salmon.


“Awwww Shit.” Carolyn repeated. Jack's hard cock gave testimony that fishing was not the first thing on his mind. His face glistened from my wife's juices. He took the rod from me and began to fight the fish. It would take him many minutes to land this one.


I backed toward the cabin while coaching Jack. When I got between the elevated chairs, Carolyn grabbed me by the ears and pulled me toward her. She leaned down and planted a long hard kiss on my lips as her tongue dueled with mine. The girl was really hot.


When we broke the kiss she whispered in my ear. “He's really good with his tongue, not quite as good as you, but really good. I can hardly wait to find out if he's as good with his cock. Now, you need to finish what he started. I'll watch him and tell you when he needs you.” She pushed me back a little as she settled herself back into the chair sideways and thrust her pussy at me. Those hands that had never left my ears, pulled me toward her.


I could smell her excitement as my face neared her sex. She was drenched with excitement and hot as a firecracker. She moaned and jerked as my tongue touched her clit. Her hips thrust at my face. I held on tight trying to keep my tongue lightly licking her clit. She tasted so good. I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue over the tip. She bucked and rolled her hips as another orgasm swamped her senses. I couldn't allow my lips to curl but I was smiling inside at the power of her release. That first orgasm, that I caused, faded but was replaced by a longer slower one that lasted for more than a minute. She gasped for breath but held my head to her crotch.


I sucked up her delicious juice and then went back to very softly licking on her clit, aware of how sensitive it was. She sighed softly and then I felt her muscles begin to stiffen again and once more she was riding the crest of a small orgasm. Each flashed over her and then faded. She must have had ten or more before she sagged in the seat and pushed me away.


As I looked up I saw that she had eye contact with Jack and was smiling from ear to ear. I knew I was good, but putting on a show for the stranger had really gotten her charged.


The fish on the line was almost as exhausted as Carolyn and finally was pulled to the transom of the boat. I left my recovering wife to keep the boat pointed into the waves as I grabbed the net and scooped up the fish.


I hadn't finished setting the pole back in the water when there was another strike on one of the other poles and then another. Carolyn grabbed one rod as I fought the other. Jack took the wheel.


I had to smile as I watched my naked wife fighting the large fish. She looked like a goddess with her trim waist and big tits struggling with the fish on the line. Her long blond hair swaying with her tits as she struggled. She fought her fish harder than I did mine and I managed to net hers while mine was still a hundred yards behind the boat. She then got the net around mine. We had about 70 pounds of fish in the live well and still lots of time to fish.... or whatever.


I re-set the lines and then turned. Carolyn had wasted no time. Her head was bobbing on Jack's cock. I watched the show, and she was putting on a show and a demonstration. She was using all of her skills and Jack exploded in her mouth in minutes.


“Mmmmm yummy.” She said as she let his drained cock slip from her lips. She looked me right in the eye and gave me a seductive smile. “But I need seconds. Get your but over here.”


What is a man to do, besides comply, when a beautiful woman orders him to get his cock sucked? I know it took me only moments to evict Jack from his seat at the helm.


The touch of Carolyn's warm wet lips on the tip of my cock sent shivers through me. She used every trick in the book on me. She wasn't just giving her man a bj, she was also putting on a show for the stranger. I didn't notice Jack. I just watched her lips sliding up and down on my dick. It didn't take her long to get her “desert”.


Carolyn had enjoyed it almost as much as I. She'd told me, more than once, how much she liked penises. She loved how they felt, how they tasted. She loved a man's cum. She had never told me how much she liked being watched, but that went without saying. She loved giving blow jobs, and it showed in her artistry.


I was still gasping for breath when Jack yelled the magic “Fish On” yell. Jack took the fish as I steered and Carolyn watched. I'm not sure if Carolyn didn't like something in his technique or if she was just feeling playful. She moved behind Jack.


“No, no, no, Jack. Lift the rod tip and then crank. Don't try to muscle him. Let the rod do the work. Here let me show you.” She snuggled tight against his back, her lovely large tits pressed into his back. One hand reached around each side of him. One grabbed his hardening cock. She lifted it up while the other hand made reeling motions. Then she stopped with her cranking hand and lowered his now fully hard dick, then lifted it and cranked again. She giggled. “See, that's how you do it.” She may have been done with her demonstration, but not with his cock. She didn't let go.


Jack was smiling from ear to ear as he fought the fish. “I'm not sure if I got that right yet. Can you demonstrate some more?”


My only regret was that while I knew what she was doing with her hands, I couldn't see it. She kept it up for the full 15 minutes it took Jack to get the fish to the back of the boat where Carolyn could net it for him. Most of her rod handling lessons had absolutely nothing to do with fishing, just as I suspected that most of the silly grin on Jack's face had nothing to do with the nice salmon he had just landed.


Carolyn took the rod from Jack and put it in a rod holder. Then she jerked on each of the other three fishing poles and cranked in the bait before stowing them in rod holders. Then she cranked up the heavy weights on the down riggers. I watched without making a comment. I could see her pussy lips glistening with moisture as she bent over the equipment.


Jack smiled at me and I winked at him. “Damn nice show, isn't it?”


“Damn she has a cute ass.” He told me.


Carolyn wiggled it for us and turned around smiling. “One thing I know, this girl needs a good fucking and these damn fish are getting in the way. Now shut that boat off and get your hard cock in this cabin and fuck me good.” She got a hold of Jacks hard as a rock cock and was leading him toward the cabin.


I thought about it for just a second. There wasn't another boat within sight. The waves were only gently rolling one footers, no danger even if we took them broadside. We should be easy for any other cruising boat to see. The GPS would tell me where we drifted. My cock was harder than a nail. Screw it! Or rather Screw Carolyn. I turned off the ignition key and hustled toward the cabin.


Carolyn and Jack were standing near the V berth/bed at the front of the cabin, her arms wrapped around him. The intensity, the desire in their kiss obvious from across the cabin. The kiss was passionate but brief. Carolyn needed no more foreplay. She wanted cock.


She helped him pull a rubber over his throbbing cock. With her, an act that was sensual.


She laid down, pulling him after her. Her legs spread, inviting him to her. I watched her face. I loved to watch her face as a new man buried his cock in her for the first time. For some reason, I really got off on the look of passion, excitement and pleasure I saw there. Carolyn was always beautiful to me, but she never looked more sexy, more gorgeous, than when that heat of passion lit her face. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened and a gurgling sound of pleasure came from her.


I watched for a moment, until he began to thrust into her, and her hips reacted, meeting his movements. Then I walked to her head. She sensed my presence and her glazed eyes opened. There was a dreamy smile on her face as her mouth opened and a hand reached out for my cock and pulled it to her waiting mouth.


Jack reared up on his hands to make more room for me. I looked at where his cock was slamming into my wife's wet squishy cunt. Her body made wet sucking sounds that matched those coming from her mouth. Jack was gasping as he thrust into her, lost in his own pleasure.


Carolyn's tits rocked to the rhythm of Jack's pounding. Her mouth opened and her eyes glazed as her mouth reached out for me. Those warm, wet, soft lips slid me into her mouth and she sucked me in and out of her lips to the pace of the rocking she was getting.

Carolyn was already overheated and in less than a minute, I felt her mouth clamp down on my cock as the first powerful orgasm washed over her. Her hips bucked and thrashed under his thrusts. Her head slammed back and forth as she came. Each time her head rolled, I thought she would let loose of my cock, but each time, she regained control as the head came in contact with her lips and then she slammed her mouth back to suck me into her mouth.


The feeling, the emotions that washed over me were so powerful. I felt her pleasure. I watched her face as she was lost in the power of that crushing orgasm. Her mouth so warm, so tight. I felt the tingling touch of her tongue on the crown of my cock. Her mouth sucked hard, then soft. She was moaning, gasping for breath. I watched Jack fuck her, and I knew that he was getting one hell of a ride. I felt pride in my wife, for the skills she possessed, and was now sharing with our new friend.


Her orgasm went on and on. At the peak of that first one, she let my cock escape as her head rolled back and she screamed in the shear joy of it. Then after a long time, she regained control and sucked me back into her mouth. She gasped for breath as she crashed from the first orgasm. Her hips still rocked to the rhythm of Jack's thrusts.


I felt the pressure building in my cock and I fought it down. I looked at Jack's face and saw that he was fighting to avoid his own release. He wanted to fuck my wife like she had never been fucked before. Carolyn had a second orgasm and then a third, each powerful but not as strong as the first.


Jack was gasping, struggling and then he gave up, sucking in his breath and slamming into my woman, blasting her insides with his own powerful blast. The feel of his cum sent Carolyn over the top for a fourth time, one briefer but just as powerful as the first.


Jack sagged on top of her, his cock still in her. She let my cock out of her mouth and looked into Jack's eyes. Her back bent so her lips could kiss him tenderly.


“Mmmmm, thank you darling. That was wonderful. Damn you're a good fuck.”


“You're pretty damn good yourself,” Jack told her. Then he looked at me. “Damn, You're a lucky man. She's the best I've ever had. Hell, there isn't even any comparison. Thank you for letting me have your wife.”


“Sugar, I'm not done with you yet. So don't go talking like wow that was great. It isn't over yet.”


She said that, but her hands were pushing on his waist. She was trying to push him off so that I could fuck her next.


As soon as Jack got the hint and moved out of the way, I was between her legs. I watched her eyes as I slid my rock hard cock into her. I felt the velvety walls envelope me as I slowly pushed into her, enjoying the entry of my dick into her soggy welcoming cunt. Those magic muscles pulled me into her and in seconds, she was supercharged again. I had an advantage. I knew just the strokes that inflamed her most. It took only a moment before she was thrashing again. I felt the heat of her pussy. I felt the desire in her. She wanted me. She loved me. This time it was a sharing of our souls.


She came again and again. I tried to hold off, but the wonder of her pussy was too much. I felt it build in me, a welling of cum and emotion. It felt like my very soul was welling in my dick, the pressure building, and then our two souls merged in a blast. The peak of her orgasm matched my own. We came together in a burst of release and emotion.


I sagged beside my wife. We held each other for a long moment as we kissed softly. We said nothing, just held each other.


As life began to return Carolyn turned to lay on her back. Jack was watching us from the other side of the small cabin. “You guys look so beautiful. Makes me wanna try again.”


Carolyn was tired as she lay there but she smiled and her hand reached out and found him hard again. “One thing a girl can never waste is a good hard on.” She chuckled and changed sides of the cabin. She pushed him down and straddled him. I had the perfect view as I watched his cock slowly swallowed by her hungry pussy. The passion was gone from her as was her energy. This time she fucked him playfully. It was a fun fuck. Her eyes sparkled and she was smiling.


She was trying to just have fun. To just enjoy his cock inside her but it didn't work. She began to rock faster and harder as another orgasm built in her. She had one small one after the other until he exploded inside her. Then she collapsed on him, totally spent.


I felt my own ardor rise as I watched my wife fuck him, but fought it down. There would be plenty of time for me to have her later. For now she was as limp as a dishrag. I let her fall quietly to sleep.


I cleaned myself off and then stole a look at my beautiful wife. She lay there with her golden hair splayed on the pillow, naked, with her juices dripping from her gaping well fucked cunt. I smiled and then went out to the cockpit and scanned the horizon for other boats. We were still alone with nothing to see but the water.


I started the engine and let it idle as I found my clothes. It was only a few minutes later that Jack was back on deck. “Might as well do a little fishing.” He told me. “Looks like Carolyn is gonna be out for a while.” I could only smirk. I knew she'd be back and ready to party again before we had to go back to shore.


It was only a few minutes before the first fish was on the line. Carolyn heard the call and she was out of the cabin still naked but now cleaned up. She scowled and took the wheel as I fought the fish.


When it was safely in the boat she looked at us sternly. “O.K. Boys. Get those clothes back off. I want to see those cocks until it's time to go home.”


We talked and giggled and fished for two more hours. Jack kept telling Carolyn how great she was, and me how lucky I was. We kept talking about everything else. We each added another fish to the live well and then pulled up the gear and headed for home. I got dressed, but Carolyn scooped up Jack's clothes and carried them into the cabin. Jack followed and I stayed on the helm to drive.


I felt some strange slapping of the boat and for a moment I thought things were wrong. Then I realized that it was just Jack and Carolyn fucking. They're rocking made the boat bounce a little on the waves, not in tune with the water. I chuckled a little. It didn't bother me in the least. Carolyn was gonna get it tonight, but then every time we swung, she got several nights of intense fucking. I would get mine later.


They stayed in the cabin for the full 45 minutes that it took to get back to the marina, and most of the time, the boat kept up the funny bouncing on the water. They came out just as we were pulling into the channel leading to our slip.


Carolyn came to me and put her arm around me. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly. It was obvious that she was tired and her face wore that beautiful just fucked look as her eyes twinkled.


“I never had so much fun fishing, before.” Jack said. Then he added. “Or fucking. Damn Carolyn is just the best!” I could feel Carolyn's eyes shining. I have to admit to feeling a touch of pride as well.


“Does that mean you'd like to go fishing and fucking again?” I asked him.


“YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.” Jack answered.


“We'll see.” I told him. Such decisions were up to my wife. I wouldn't mind. I love the way she gets so excited and I love to see her pleasure but I wouldn't commit her pussy for her.


Carolyn pulled my face to her and kissed me softly. We said nothing but her eyes asked me if it was O.K. and my eyes answered in the affirmative.


“I liked the way you used your rod, so I think you need to cum fishing soon. What you doing next Saturday?” Carolyn asked him.

Linda's Cherry is Popped!

MichieMS on Teen Stories

I'm writing this story as "Linda" ... hope you enjoy it !

"When I was 15 years old I started to realize changes in my body ... pubic hair and my titties beginning to develop.  I knew my dad must have dirty magazines and I started sneaking around to find out.  I was right!  He had a book about sex that showed the "art of lovemaking" complete with pencil drawings."

I'd lay on my floor of my room naked, the door locked, rubbing my pussy lips and watching how I looked in the mirror as my hips went up and down.  I always wondered what it would be like to have a boy touch me. 

I was 5'3" and weighed about 117 lbs.  I had dark hair and eyes with fair skin.  I never did more than kiss a boy not even using tongues.  Th

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en came John.  John made me want to be touched and want to feel a boy.  John was 17 and I loved the way he made me feel.  Fully clothed as he sat on me while I lay on his bed.  Pretending to hump me and telling me "it won't hurt much".  He was the first boy to feel my titties under my bra and to rub me between my legs. 

I would go home after spending time with him dying to rub myself until I couldnt take it anymore. 

I guess all this foreplay with no "after" play had me more nuts than I thought.

Being out with a friend one night we met two "men".  They were at least 25 maybe older.  They wanted some teen fun I guess and I was ready.  I thought.

Me and my friend were invited to their apartment that night.  We went which was surprisingly enough.  We paired up and me and Joe went into his bedroom.  He started to kiss me and layed me on the bed.  It didnt take long to realize I was not ready for a real man.

I told him I had to go but he had other ideas.  It was then I knew I was in trouble.  He let me leave the bedroom and I went to get my girlfriend.  But the guy she was with told me she had to go.  I was alone in their apartment and feeling very vulnerable.

Joe told me to relax and gave me a drink to settle me.  He made me drink it and I did thinking ok if I listen to him he'll just let me go.  What a mistake. 

"Get undressed", his friend Tom said.  "No!", I cried.  Joe told me if I did what they wanted it would be easier.  After being told to undress again and me not doing so Tom held my arms as Joe unzipped my jeans.  "Please don't", "please don't do this, just let me go". 

They smirked and laughed and stripped me naked.  I was told to climb on top of a table and I did.  I stood completely naked for them to view.  "Turn around and bend over so we can see your sweet pussy".

Still believing that they would never hurt me I did as they requested.  I heard zippers being unzipped and breathing getting heavier.  I was layed on a table with my legs in stirrups.  My wrists tied and me laying totally exposed.

It didn't take long for one of them to want a blowjob.  Joe forced his cock into my mouth and demanded I suck.  I sucked as best I could but he kept pushing in furhter.  "Take my cock, bitch", Joe yelled at me.  "If you bite or hurt me in any way you are screwed".  Not very reassuring.

The next two to three hours both Joe and Tom took turns in my mouth pushing their cocks one at a time into my mouth and forcing me to take it.  Allof it.

The doorbell rang and I thought I was saved.  It was my girlfriend.  Thank God I thought.  I screamed and she came to me.  It wasn't right though.  She asked if they fucked me yet.

They said no and she said that that was good because she wanted to see "Little Miss Perfect" get her pussy fucked.  I couldn't  believe it.

She was my closest friend and she didnt do anything to stop them.  Instead she had her own agenda.

Gina got undressed and the guys helped her.  She had obviously been with them before.  She stripped down and squatted over my mouth and scremed at me "suck my pussy miss goody two shoes".  I cried for her to please stop.  Please don't do this.

Her pussy began to grind against my mouth.  My tears were running down my face and I was sobbing.  "Please Gina stop, don't do this ..."  She sat down harder and demanded I suck or else ...

Or else didn't matter much.  My life was over as I knew it and it would never be the same.  While sucking her pussy she played with my clit.  I hated myself beause I was getting excited by all of this and I couldn't be. 

My nipples stiffened and Tom and Joe each took one in their mouth and began to suck and bite.  The more pain that was inflicted on me the more pleasure I felt.

Gina spread my pussy lips and told Tom I was ready.  Joe said he was first because I came there to be with him but ultimately it was Tom that took my virginity.

He thrust his cock all 9 inches into my pussy making me scream.  I hated what was happening but I also knew that I was getting turned on and I was close to cumming.

Gina climbed off my mouth and kissed me deeply.  I didnt know if I should or shouldn't respond.  I wanted more I wanted a cock or a pussy or both.

The next while they all took their turns on me.  Sucking my titties, my pussy and making me suck on Gina's pussy and lick her titties. 

That summer I spent my days as their sex slave.  The naive teen I no longer was.  I was a slut and I knew it and loved it.  The more they humiliated me the more I wanted.

let me know ... should I continue?

Penguins4fuel on Taboo Stories

**Disclaimer**- I am not a writer and have never written anything like this before. This "pilot episode" is meant to tell the backstory leading up to events that will transpire, and contains no sex or anything remotely close. If that's all you are looking for, i suggest you go watch some videos. I write purely to tell a story, though this will become an erotic one. just be warned that it starts out much like any fiction novel would. That said, please review my post and leave comments on where you would like to see the story, and sex, progress. the characters and places in this story are entirely fictional as is the story itself. enjoy.

 

 

 

I suppose that I should start at the beginning. My name is Thomas. I was born in the late 1980’s and was raised in a small farming community in the southeastern US. The story has its roots when I was 15 and had just met who I had assumed to be the girl of my dreams. As it turns out, I wasn’t the boy of hers and when I was 17 she left me for my best friend. But I remained on good terms with her little sister Casey, who was four years younger than me. Casey had always looked up to me because her sister was a poor excuse for a sibling and even while I was dating her sister, I would always insist that we bring Casey along on our dates so I could spoil her like the little sister I had never had.

We had remained in constant communication over the past two years and I had helped her through some tough spots as well as I could, seeing that her sister wasn’t about to help anyone but herself, and Casey actually was a huge help getting my life together after my breakup with her sister, being the only person who would truly understand how much pain I was in. So I played the big brother to her and scared away most of the guys she liked( none would ever meet my standards) and she did the same for me with prospective girlfriends, never thinking any of them worthy to date her big brother. We saw each other a lot until I went to college and she was always excited to be picked up at school on a Friday by a hot older guy in a killer classic muscle car in front of all of her friends. Her parents never bothered us because after all, they had both thought me perfect for her older sister and therefore trusted me to be a caring helpful big brother to Casey and respected me for keeping her happy. I think they thought that I just spent time with her because I felt obligated, and didn’t really want to. They were wrong. Casey was like my little sister and meant more to me than anyone else ever had.

The story picks up with the completion of my first semester in college. It was December. I was nineteen and she was fifteen. It was a Friday night, my Finals were done, and I was headed to the farm that my grandmother had left me in her will, which was in the town that I had spent my entire pre-college life. We called it a farm, but the only thing that grew there was sage grass and it was really just a lot of land with a farmhouse on it. But everyone in town lived on a “farm” whether it actually was on or not. I was about an hour into the grueling two hour drive. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and turned down my stereo as I extricated it from my jeans and smiled when the caller ID read “Casey” and showed a picture her mom had taken of us the previous new-year. I answered with a corny joke as always and only got halfway through with my line.

                “Thank you for calling Tommy’s pizza how-“ I was cut off by Casey’s tearful screams.

                “GET AWAY FROM ME TANNER!!! I SAID NO!!!” At first I thought that she was yelling because of the loud music on her end, then I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was both infuriated and terrified.

                “Casey what’s going on?” I asked in my best concerned/ composed voice, although I was very confused and scared.

                “Zack? Oh thank God. I need-“I could hear glass shattering and my little sister shrieking. “-I need your help,” she continued, her voice teary. “I don’t have time to explain, just get to Tanner’s house as fast as you can. Are you close?”

Knowing I was an hour away if I stuck to the speed limit, and also knowing the speed capabilities of my ’71 Challenger R/T, I said, “Casey, can you give me twenty minutes?” She replied with a “probably” and then the phone went silent after a particularly violent crash.

                “Shit,” I said to no one in particular. I floored my Challenger, calling on the full power of the 465 horses under the hood, on which were badges that read “426 Hemi” in bright red lettering. I made the trip in record time, and managed to avoid any law enforcement officials, which was handy, because It would have taken me precious seconds to shake them, and I didn’t know how many of those seconds I had to get to my Casey. I got off the interstate and blew through stop signs and red lights, not daring to glance at my speedometer as I quickly exited the lights of what passed for “downtown” here and got closer to the 95 acres that Casey’s current boyfriend, Tanner Blane, lived on with his parents. As I got to his driveway, I mentally prepared myself for whatever was going on here and in a second, went from worried, scared Thomas, to cool, collected and alert Thomas. I ran the length of the quarter-mile driveway in twelve seconds flat and slid to a stop in the front yard, ten feet from the front door. I got out with the engine still running, approached the house, and when I heard Casey scream and I narrowly dodged a baseball that came crashing through the porch window, I reared back and kicked in the front door.

Standing in the living room were two people: one was sixteen year old Tanner, shirtless and obviously under the influence of SOMETHING. The other was my little sister, wearing black and green Tripp pants and the remains of her favorite TWLOHA T-shirt, which had been reduced to shreds of cloth doing nothing to hide anything from the waist up. Her arms were doing their best to cover her chest, but for all intents and purposes, they were failing miserably. There were tears of embarrassment, betrayal, anger, and disappointment in her eyes when she looked at me, though her face lit up and she ran towards me.  Tanner tried to head her off, but I was prepared for this and before he could take one step, he was knocked into the wall four feet behind him where he collapsed, unconscious, the print of my boot on his bare chest.

At this, Casey came running to me and wrapped her arms around me, crying into my chest and as she began to convulse, I feared that she was going into shock; but she was just crying that hard. She was in no position to walk, so after pulling my hoodie off of myself and onto her (both because she had no shirt and because it was nineteen degrees outside) I easily hefted her 4’9’’, 81 lbs. body into my arms and exited the house through the same splintered doorway that I had entered through. I walked directly to my car’s driver door, still ajar, and set her right next to me on the black, fabric bench-seat. From the time I had arrived at the house and exited my car, to the time I threw the Four-speed floor shifter into reverse and sped off, not more than sixty seconds had passed; and not a word was spoken.

I began to survey Casey as I drove, as soon as I hit the road, and noticed that although she was shaken and very pale, she seemed to be otherwise unharmed, nary even a bruise or a scrape; thank God. She looked up at me and threw her arms around me, the only brother she had, and continued to cry. I put my right arm around her waist and rubbed her side while I kissed her hair and promised her that it would be alright.

                “I know sweetie,” I comforted. “I know. I can tell what was going on; you don’t have to talk about it.”

                “No,” she sobbed, wiping her eyes with the super-long sleeves of my school hoodie. “I need to talk about it.” She continued as I nodded. “My parents went to Aspen for the weekend, and they left my sister in charge of me. I was just planning to spend the weekend at Tanner’s house, because his parents went to Tybee Island for the weekend.” She took a break to catch her breath and blow her nose on a napkin that had come out of my glove compartment.  “I went home with him from school and we were having a good time, just making out and stuff, you know…” here she paused because she knew how I felt about her making out with boys, but she continued when she read nothing but concerned interest on my face. “At about five-thirty or so, he started drinking and he started to get handsy. He knew the rules that I had set, and he had always stuck to them, but not this time. When I said no, he came at me stronger, until he got really violent! Tommy, I was so scared…” She began to tear up again and just held her close while I found my phone and dialed the number to the local sheriff’s office, which I knew by heart.

Sheriff James A. Packard had been the sheriff in my home county ever since I was born, and In a county of just over 4,000 citizens, it was no surprise that the sheriff had gone to the same church as my grandmother (who had raised me) and I. I remember having Sheriff Packard over for dinner almost every Saturday night before my grandmother had died in my junior year of high-school. His wife and my grandfather had been killed in the same fire some fifteen years before my birth, so I think he and my grandmother felt a natural bond with one another. He was as “friend-of-the-family” as they came.

The phone rang twice before he answered. “Sheriff Packard speaking,” he said in his old, husky voice.

                “Sheriff, It’s Tommy.”

                “Tommy boy!” he said, dragging up my old nickname. “How the hell are you son?”

                “I’m fine sheriff, but listen…” and I proceeded to tell him everything that had happened tonight, beginning with the phone call I had receiver on my way home, and ending with Tanner’s attempted rape of my little sister.

                “You’re a good man, you know Tommy,” he said. “How you treat that girl. You know, if she were just a few years older… But as it sits, you are the best thing that she could hope for in a brother, you know son? Your grandma’ would be so proud… Anyway, I’ll get a unit out to the Blane farm and pick up Tanner. Are you taking Casey home?”

                “Her parents are out of town Sheriff, so I was planning on putting her up at my place until they get back on Monday. I have plenty of food and stuff. Don’t worry about us.”

With any other people, in any other town in the world, the sheriff would have had me arrested for even suggesting that a fifteen year old girl shack up with a nineteen year old college guy for the weekend, but not here. Not us. No one had to worry about US.

                “Ok, well you kids be careful. I know that you’re probably the best person to help her through this right now. I may come by on my way into work tomorrow to check up on ya’ll, but don’t be offended if I don’t, we stay kinda’ busy ‘round here these days.”

                “Roger that sheriff,” I said. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow. Good night”.

When I closed my phone we were pulling into the driveway, which stretched for more than a mile past wide rolling pastures that had not grazed livestock in over fifty years, and woods that held numerous tree-houses from my youth. It still didn’t feel right calling this “My land”, even though it had been legally mine since I was emancipated when my grandmother died. I was just seventeen and a junior in high-school. My mother had died a few years following my birth in an auto accident, and my father had never been in the picture. Since my mother was an only child, as was my grandmother, I was left in my grandmother’s custody. On her deathbed, which she was on for a painfully long four months, we talked a lot, her and I, about my becoming my own guardian if she passed before my birthday. We signed all the papers and it became official when she died. I had become a legal adult at seventeen, which gave me rights to go ahead and collect my inheritance, which in addition to the farm, had consisted of a few million dollars worth of investment portfolios and a sizable trust fund that while wasn’t enough for me to live like a king for the rest of my life, ensured that I would never have to worry about money if I budgeted well.

 We pulled into “my” garage, which was my grandmother’s sixteenth birthday present for me. It consisted of five bays, three of which had vehicle lifts. If you couldn’t find the right tool in that garage, you didn’t belong anywhere near a car. The garage was ported for cable and high-speed internet and had a small office that had sort of become my bedroom during those last years… I loved working on cars and this was my grandmother’s way of showing that she approved of my hobby. When we finally reached the house,  we exited my car and went inside.

The original farmhouse had been built on this land sometime in the mid 1800’s and had burned to the ground around forty or so party goers in 1974, the fire that had killed my grandfather and so many others that night. My grandmother, while never selling the farm, and my mother had then moved to Florida and didn’t move back until my mother became pregnant with me in the late 80’s. They had a new, modernized farmhouse built towards the back of the property line and we all moved in when I was two. My mother died shortly after, so then it was just me and my grandmother in this huge, three-story farmhouse with a finished basement, full –finished attic, four enormous bedrooms, a home theater complete with a 72” front projection television and many other modern additions. I had since added a few modifications myself, including glassing in the rear deck and equipping it with a comfortable hot-tub and the only HD television in the house, besides the 52” 1080p in my garage. And I had converted the Theater into more of a living room.

After losing my grandmother to cancer and my girlfriend to a cross-country running backstabber in the same month, I had needed something to distract me, so I had often thrown parties here on the weekends during my junior and senior years. The house was cool, but it wasn’t designed to host parties, so the modifications were necessary.

I got out of my car, and was proud to see that Casey giddily hopped out under her own power, through my door. But then she jumped into my arms and I easily, and quite happily, carried her into the house. Since I was the only one who lived here and I hadn’t been home in over a month, it was quite cold in the house. Knowing that the only thing protecting my little sister’s upper body from the sub-zero temperatures was my thin hoodie, I ran her upstairs to the second story, where the bedrooms were located. She had always had a bedroom here, ever since we had first become close, years ago. I stood on the landing outside her door and nudged it open, all the while not daring to put her down, for fear I would lose her in the dark, cavernous hallway that ran the length of the second floor. Once inside the bedroom, I felt for the light-switch and upon finding it, sat her down in front of the now visible closet door. She got really excited upon seeing her closet and had apparently forgotten about how much I used to spoil her when I was still living here full time. Inside the closet, which was large enough itself to play a game of half-court basketball, were entire walls filled with clothes of every brand, shape, size, color and designer; shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, sweaters, vests, jackets, pantsuits, swim-suits, Halloween costumes and shoes; OH THE SHOES!!! I don’t care who she is, I have never met a girl who would turn down my buying her a pair of shoes… or 200 pair. There were boots, heels, flats, flip-flops, sandals, slippers, ore boots, tennis-shoes, running shoes, Cons, Vans and essentially any other kind of shoe one could dream of.  This closet had become furnished right about the time that I couldn’t afford that new BMW Z4, and probably blue-booked somewhere in the range of $45,000 dollars.

                “I have been wanting to come here for SO long!” Casey giggled. “I’m going to put on something put on something really warm!”

                “Dress in layers,” I warned. “I’m going to get the heater going tonight and by tomorrow morning it’s going to be freaking toasty in here!”

Casey nodded and turned, closing the closet door behind her as she entered. It had been quite a few months since I had seen this room so I took the time to re-familiarize myself. Against the opposite wall from where I stood was a massive king-sized four-poster bed, complete with a canopy of pink lace that draped down and completely encased the entire bed in a transparent pink tent. In the far corner of the room stood a 42” rear projection HDTV and the most elaborate surround system that best-buy had had in stock the day that I bought it. On the wall to either side of the TV were shelves that held literally thousands of CDs, which were all duplicated of ones that I had purchased for her room at her parents’ house, as were many of the shoes in the closet. Every square inch of free wall space in the room was covered with posters of bands, movies, actors and actresses, and pictures of her close friends and family. As I completed the tour of the room, I heard the closet door open and turned to see Casey K. Conner, reborn after being submerged in a pure fashion environment for 15 minutes. She had taken my advice and dressed in layers, the outer layer consisting of black sweat pants that were two sizes too big and a matching top, proportionately grande. Her short brown hair was down and loose around her neck, and for the first time, I noticed that my little sister was quickly on her way to becoming a woman. She had always been old for her age, her home life being sketchy at best and horrifying at worst. Her parents were neglectful and not understanding in the least, but at least they trusted me with her, having enough sense to see that she was truly happy when she was with me. Not because I spoiled her, but because I truly loved her more than anything. And I think she loved me too. And standing here in front of me now, her body was beginning to catch up to her mind. Even hidden behind the sweats, I could tell that she was a knockout. No wonder Tanner wanted her so bad, I thought to myself. But as long as she was here with me, she was safe. I would protect my little sister with everything that I had, even if I was protecting her from her own growing beauty.

The rest of the night went by very fast. I made us dinner after I got the house started back up again, and we watched Underworld: Evolution in the “living room”. It was one of our favorites. As the credits rolled, I looked over to see that Casey was fast asleep, looking more like an angel than any human being that I had ever seen. I took her into my arms as gently as I could and took her upstairs for the last time that night. I thought I had managed not to wake her, but as I laid her down in her giant bed, she stirred and I heard a tiny groan escape her lips.

                “Don’t leave me alone Tommy,” she pleaded while still mostly asleep.  “I really need you close to me right now.”

                “I understand sweetie,” I assured her. “I will sit right here on your bed until you are fast asleep, okay?”

                “No,” she said coyly, almost playfully. “I need a teddy bear!” and with that, she took me totally be surprise and was able to pull me down to where I was laying directly beside her, in the middle of her giant bed. Then she rolled over to face me and buried her hands and face in my chest in a desperate attempt to stay warm. I was a little uncomfortable about sleeping with Casey, but I knew that she hadn’t meant anything more than innocent by it, so if it didn’t bother her, I was fine with it. My last conscious thought before drifting into dreamland was that her hair smelled like fresh strawberries, still growing in the vine. My first dream took place in a never ending field of strawberries.