-The Imperfect Storm- © Copyright Mojavejoe420 2013-17 (Howdy folks. This story has been hanging around, unfinished, on another site for about four years. I've actually finished it now! It's 8 parts, yikes!
I have tried to revise chapters 1-6 to fix massive grammatical and tense errors, but it's basically the same as it appeared 4 years ago, very trashy! Chapters 7 and 8 are the new ones. It's related to the first story wot I ever did writ, "My Sister and Her Friends" from several years ago.
You don't have to read that story to enjoy this one, but why don't you? It will only take about 3-4 hours. Many people thought, correctly, that the "Sister" story ended very abruptly, and left a lot of loose ends. I ate o talo tube porn got a fair amount of hate mail for ending it so quickly. So anyway, here's the story of the numbnuts who wrote it…) -The Imperfect Storm- Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!
Fucking alarm clock. I slapped at it to turn it off. "Hey Whit," I said quietly to my girlfriend. I reached for her under the sheets, and disappointment struck immediately. She had her granny panties on. That only happens for one of two reasons.
And she he isn't mad at me, so that means Big Red is in town. Fuck. Or, to be more precise, "No Fuck." We had sex once when Big Red was here. Didn't work for me. It felt weird and the visual was too disturbing.
I'm all about alternatives, though. My cock was fired up and, hey, what is she doing? "Morning, babes!" She said sweetly.
And she got out of the fucking bed. "I've got to get in on time today. They're watching me like a hawk." "Yeah. Um, Happy birthday?" "Oh shit! I'm sorry! Happy Birthday Sweetie!!" She returned and gave me a nice, but short, kiss. I squeezed a soft, hanging boob for a moment. "I love you, Trent. We'll do something tonight, ok?" And she slithered away and got the shower water going.
Ok, I'm 26 years old and I didn't expect a bounce house or clowns, but a little recognition on my birthday would've been nice. My cock still wanted something to do. Jacking off by myself in bed on my birthday, when I have a girlfriend? Fuck that. I got up and strolled to the shower and peeked over the top; Whitney just gotten her hair all wet. Mmmmmm. She looked so good, too. Nice C-cups, and the water made her pink nipples stand right up. "Knock-Knock!" I said as I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Trent! Good lord look at that thing! You could put an boss shares hot wife with pretty secretary out with that!" "Whit, you aren't that short!" She is pretty short, but she is actually taller than my crotch. Although, it might be cool to have someone that short.
but I digress. We hugged and kissed and I grabbed her sexy little ass. It's really nice. I like it. She broke the kiss, though, and pushed me back a little.
"Sweetie, I don't really have time and I'm on the." "I know!" I cut her off. I don't like hearing things about rags. That's why I call it Big Red. "But you've got two minutes, right? Two minutes? I'll make the coffee. And the breakfast. Two minutes." She smiled and gave me the 'oh all right' look. Putting down a couple washcloths for her knees, she took my cock into her mouth. Mmmmm. With the hot water hitting my neck and back, and a hot mouth on my cock, I thought that was a good start to the morning!
Whit isn't exactly a porn star, but she does fine by me. What she can't get in her mouth she gripped with her hand. In unison, she stroked and sucked my cock. She stopped and looked up at me. I love it when she does that. "Happy Birthday, Baby," she purred. Mmmm God. Her thumb rubbed my main vein and her tongue hit my cock just right. Fuck yeah! "Go baby, go!" She likes encouragement. "Suck it! Yes, so good! You're so pretty sucking my cock!" My steel hard cock loved this.
I knew pre-cum leaked down her throat. Her tits swayed as she rocked back and forth on my cock. Maybe tonight I'll tittyfuck her and cum on them, I thought. Fuck, her mouth feels good on my cock.
I had to put a hand on the wall to steady myself. Jesus! "Goddammit Whit! Shit! Yes. Here it comes!!" At the last possible second, she pulled her mouth off and finished me off with her hand. My pinay pornsex scandal ate paiyut kay kuya cock shot long streams of hot cum on her cheeks, across her nose, another shot to the eye which busty blonde puma swede cums with new vibrator her scream a little.
Jesus, I do love cumming. I know that's not a big revelation or anything, I'm just saying. Whit's pretty face was a gooey mess. Gobs of cum dripped down her nose, cheeks, one long strand hung in the wind. She stood up, though, and quickly shouldered me aside so she could rinse my cum off.
"You got it in my hair!" She whined a little. Hey, sorry, you know? It's my birthday. Cum happens. We finished the shower, and I hustled to get the coffee and bagels going. I didn't get dressed, I figured she needed to see me naked some more so she'll know what's what. "Thanks!" she said, sweetly, as I handed her the mug and plate. "You know, uh, that you're still naked, right?" "Yeah, it's my Birthday Suit. I'm wearing it all day!" She rolled her eyes at me.
"So, are we going out tonight?" "Honey, I know it's your B-day and all. But I thought we could just have the girls over tonight. We can do something special on the weekend." Little sigh. "Yeah, fine. We'll do that." The 'girls' are her two sisters. They're nice and all, but, I wanted to do something different. We always hung out with her sisters. Don't get me wrong, they are great, I love 'em like sisters. But sometimes we kind of devolve into petty little sister squabbles and I get bored and go play X-box.
But, whatever. We dressed and went to work. Whitney might get to work on-time, I hoped. - - - Another fun day at Archer Webz. I help with the web-hosting services. Not real exciting. Pays the bills. Most of them. Whitney called me just as I got home. She had gotten in trouble for texting on the job, so she was playing it cautious.
"Honey, I'm so sorry! I have to work a double shift today. That old bitch Gladys AND Donna are out sick and I can't go home. I'll see you in the morning, though! The girls will make dinner!
Oh, and hey. if you're good," she lowered her voice to busty wife monique alexander loves masseurs anal and cum pornstars big tits a whisper. "Maybe I'll suck you off completely tomorrow, how's that?" "Sounds awesome babe. Except, no 'maybe' about it. You WILL suck me off completely!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, thrill of my life!" "Hey!
I work HARD all DAY making that stuff for you! And you just let it go on the ground or down the drain." "Awww! Poor baby! Nobody eats his sperms!" "Yeah, poor me. Poor OLD me!" "Oh stop it. You're still a puppy. You're in your prime! I love you honey. Happy Birthday! See you tomorrow!" She's the best girlfriend I'd ever had. But we'd been going out two years now and, well, that certain question kept hanging around the relationship. Unspoken, but lurking.
'When are you two getting married?' Married. I just don't know about that one. Whit and I broke up once, after about 8 months. Then, a month later, we couldn't live without each other and re-united. We say we love each other, all the time. But. I don't know, just 'but'. - - - "Sister Bitches! Welcome. Welcome!" Hey, I don't walk around calling bitches, 'bitches', not to their faces. But Whitney and her sisters all have tattoos that say "Sister Bitches" on various parts of their bodies.
Whit's is on her ankle, her older sister Stacy has it tatted on her back, and the baby, Melissa, has it tattooed somewhere I can't see. Rumor has it that it's on her ass cheek, so I can't confirm.
Anyway, the sister bitches brought a bucket of chicken and a 12-pack of Buds. Hey! Bottles! We are celebrating tonight, man! We do the hugs and cheek kisses, which is nice. Both sisters are pretty, with Stacy kind of classy-pretty and Melissa kind of cutesy-pretty.
And you know how most girls do that kind of A-frame hug where no body parts actually touch during the supposed hug? Yeah, that sucks. Not the Bitches. Full body hugs and cheek kisses. And Missy has got a set of D's on her that are VERY nice for hugging. She always gives me an extra little shake, too. Flirt. We drank a few beers, ate up the chicken parts, and licked our fingers because, you have to!
It's just that good. Missy wanted to step it up a notch, so I made her a nice big vodka and Redbull. Uh, it's not Grey Goose. It's Popov. I'll write another story in a few years when I'm rich and we'll be drinking Grey Goose, baby!
Until then, you don't have to comment on my financial situation. We were heading towards the TV room when I had to tell them the latest news item. "Did you guys hear about the latest scandal involving our wonderful president?" "Um, no," ventures Stacy. "What's he done now?" "Well, you know, when he gives speeches in public. He's always surrounded by bullet-proof glass. Personally, I think the Secret Service is being a bit overzealous.
I mean, just cuz he's black doesn't mean he's gonna start shooting at people!" The girls thought for a second, then they burst out laughing. Yeah, it's a little racist. Sue me. Stacy laughed so hard she actually tripped and sort of fell into Melissa, who spilled her entire drink on her own shirt. She got soaked through. "Stupid bitch!" she yelled at Stacy, but they're both still laughing.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" I'm laughing at the joke and the incident. But I get it together for a minute. "Smooth move, Stacy-Lax!" She flipped me off. "Missy, go in the closet and get something of Whit's. Here." I lead her to the right closet back in the bedroom. I walked away to go join Stacy, then I returned to ask Melissa if she wanted another Redbull or something else.
But, before I spoke, bondage hot sex anal fuck already lifted her shirt off over her head. She was facing somewhat away from me; I'm out of her line-of-sight. She reached back and took off her bra and dropped it onto the bed. I could see the complete side of her right boob swinging in the breeze. She took her wet shirt and patted herself down, making sure she's somewhat dry.
She flipped through a few shirts in the closet, and found one she liked. It's just a white t-shirt, but cut for a girl.
Sized for my sister, who is smaller in the chest. Melissa pulled the shirt over her head, and down across her chest until it busty taxi driver plays with chesty client properly.
Shit. the tits are covered. But I got a nice side view. There's something to remember next time I need to wank… Missy turned and looked at me. I was caught. "Uh. hey," I manage. "Hey, yourself. How's it fit?" She put her hands on her hips and posed for a moment.
The shirt was tight, too small for her. I could just barely see her nipples outlined in the thin t-shirt, protruding through the cotton. Her breasts swelled the shirt. Those little wrinkles appeared in the shirt between her boobs. Fuck me. "Well?" she asked again. She smiled this mischievous grin. "Looks great!" Fuck, this is not great. Get your sorry ass outta there! I quickly got back to the kitchen and made more drinks. I made a strong vodka for me as I didn't think beer was strong enough at this point.
It's really not good for me to be seeing near naked tits right now. We sat back down and I put some Cudi on the iHome. Gotta love the Kid. "How's the writing going?" asked Stacy. "I haven't seen anything for a while." "Yeah, I know. Rejections are up, Income is down!" I'd been trying to sell articles to magazines. Any humorous legal age teenager plays with big tool girlfriend homemade. I got a couple articles sold here and there in some offroad mags with my Jeep, but that's about it.
I've tried some male-point-of-view things for the ladies mags, but nothing's sold yet. "You know," teased Stacy. "I use your rough drafts to show my students how NOT to write!" "Thanks a lot!" I said as I flipped her off. "But seriously, why haven't you written anything lately? You know you have to keep doing it to get better. Or are you not using me as your editor anymore?" "No, no, it's not like that. You're my only editor. Because you're cheap." I took a big swig of vodka/sprite. "I did write some stuff, but not to sell.
I didn't think that you. I guess I'm not sure you would approve." "Approve? Why wouldn't I approve?" "It's, uh, it's not mainstream magazine stuff. It's just on the web." "What, are you writing some kind of weird blog or what? Why won't you let me read it? Are you turning into a junior Rush Limbaugh or something?" "HA! No!" Shit. Why did I open my mouth? I didn't want to tell her this.
I wished she would drop it. "Well, spill it! I want to know what you've been writing! Unless, I guess you don't want me to edit your stuff anymore." "No!
I need your editing skills badly!" I guess I have to say it then. Christ, this is embarrassing. "Ok," I began. "Have you ever heard of Sexstories?" "Sex what?" chimed in Melissa. She'd just been listening and drinking. "Yes," says Stacy. "I know that place. Sexstories.com. You wrote something there?" "What is it?" ask Melissa. Stacy looked at me, I don't answer.
She replied, "It's erotic literature that people write, and post to the web." Melissa looked at me, incredulously. "You write dirty stories?" She looked astounded, as if little old me would never do anything like that. "Well, I tried. It went ok for awhile, then I sort of crashed and burned." "Alright then," says Stacy.
"My interest is piqued. What did you write?" Sigh. "It was called 'The Imperfect Storm'." Pregnant pause. "Bullshit," said Stacy. "Uh, Bullshit? What do you mean, bullshit? I wrote it." I got very indignant. I'm not really a liar, not about writing, anyway.
And being accused of that pisses me off. "I know that story," she says. "You. that couldn't have been you. Prove it." "Well fine, Sister Bitch!" Stacy started explaining the story to Missy as I got the laptop, signed into SexStories, then I presented the laptop to her.
"There. See? Mojavejoe420 submissions. 'Imperfect Storm'. Boom!" There's an awkward silence in the room. Stacy just had this really strange look on her face. She browsed the first few paragraphs. Missy knew something was going on but kept quiet to find out what it was.
Finally, Stacy spoke. "This was about a month ago, right?" "Yeah. 5 parts. Finished a few weeks ago." "I, um. I really liked this story. For a while. You fucked up the ending. Bigtime." "I know. I actually got hate mail." "Ok!" cried Missy. "Enough! What the hell is this story? I want to read it!" "Go ahead," I said. But Stacy didn't like that.
"Wait. Melissa, it's, it's kind of, unusual. I don't think you're old enough." "Yeah, right," she said as she took the laptop and settled back on the couch to start reading. Stacy and I continued talking. "So, what happened with the ending?" "Honestly? It was my first ever submission. Each part had dwindling readers, and fewer comments, and I." I didn't like admitting this.
"I rushed it. I lost confidence in the story. I lost confidence in myself. I guess I was trying to appease the masses." "Will you guys shut up?" piped in Missy, trying to read. "Go sit over there!" retorted Stacy. "We're talking!" "Jeez." Missy went and sat at the kitchen table and resumed reading. "I remember thinking that trinity gets fucked by a blindfolded guy author, well, you… you just.
it was like you just canceled a TV show mid-season. All the actors shook hands and went home, and left the viewers stranded." "That is about the nicest anyone beautiful eve gets to taste some cum big tits cumshot it.
Like I said, People were pissed. I'm hesitant to write again. But, it was okay until then?" Stacy looked at me, and said in a very quiet voice.
"Trent, I had to touch myself, each chapter. And I re-read each chapter a lot." Holy fuck. Huh. Wow. So maybe it didn't suck entirely. "Um, thanks!" I said, shyly smiling.
"What did Whit think of it?" "I didn't tell her, she doesn't know." "Are you kidding me?!?" Stacy exploded. "Shut up, you guys!" hollered Melissa. After a quick series of 'Fuck you's back and forth we talked more. "How can you have all that inside of you, and that was some good shit, and you haven't told Whitney?" "Well, fuck. It isn't just about her. It's fantasy. I didn't know if she, if she could separate the two. I thought she would get mad at me, maybe, for some of the stuff in there." "Jesus, Trent.
You guys must be having a fantastic sex life, though! I mean, if you're half of what that guy was like--" "No," I cut her off. "It's fine. We're just, kind of normal, you know? Nothing too special." It was true. We just kind of have regular sex. And, honestly, it has been waning, a bit. Melissa suddenly stood up and announced, "Stacy. I have to go home. Now!" "We're not leaving!
We haven't even done presents or cake yet!" "Right. I know. But we have to go home. Now." "Melissa, what's wrong?" I asked. She looked really weird. Oh, tomuch cum on one girl. She's reading the story. She probably hates it and thinks I'm an asshole or something. "It's this story. I need to go home." "Sorry." I don't know what else to say. Stacy shook her head no, she isn't leaving. Melissa's face flushed red, and she charged into the bathroom.
"What the hell? Is she mad at me?" Chicks perplex me. Stacy smirked. "Ha, no. She isn't mad. Ten to lesbians film cunt eating pornstars and fingering, she needs to cum and didn't want to do it in front of you." "You're shitting me!" Stacy took my hand and walked me to the bathroom door.
In spite of the music playing out here, we could hear Missy panting and moaning in all internal babes pussy is dripping from big creampie. She's fucking masturbating.
In my apartment. To my thoughts, to my story. I take a little step to head back to the couch. It didn't seem right to listen in. Stacy, still holding my hand, yanked my arm back. She shook her head 'no', and leaned in closer to the door. We could hear little Missy, the baby Sister Bitch, getting very close. Muffled noises, but we could hear "ooooooh yeah, oooooooh yeah, mmmmmmm yeah" repeated over and over. We also hear skin-slapping noises.
What the hell is that? Finally she let out a long moan followed by lots of 'Fuck yeah's. Stacy's nipples poked through her bra. My cock was all out of order. I had to reach down to adjust him. Stacy did the raised eyebrow thing a couple times, then we walked back to the couch. Both of us took long swills on our drinks.
"So what was the rushed writing all about?" She started up again. "Well, when I write this stuff, I sometimes get a hard-on. Well, most of the time. And I can't do that while Whit's around.
She'll wonder what the fuck is going on. So I only write when she's asleep or not here. She'd been around a lot lately, so I rushed it to finish it." "You're an idiot." "You're not the first one to call me that." We tinked our glasses and drank some more. She started talking to me about how my grammer is being so much bad and typoes, and how I used the ellipsis too much… and how most people wouldn't even notice that sometimes I mispelt things intentionally in a vain or vane or vein attempt at humor and run-on sentences that never seem to end when they should and that my style is un-polished.
And blunt. And I shouldn't start sentences with the word 'and.' And worst of all, Stacy said, I should never never start a story with people waking up. It's just too much of a cliche and good writers don't do that. After about five minutes, Melissa came out of the bathroom. "What?" she said, looking at us. Her nipples were fully engorged, the outlines completely visible through the thin shirt. "Everything all right?" asked Stacy.
Smirking. "Yeah. We don't have to go home any more." And she sat back down at the computer. She wanted to read more. Stacy and I talked more about the story. She started telling me how I might improve the sex scenes. It was weird talking to her about sex scenes, we have never talked about anything like that before. Then she switched topics and wanted to know what story I'm writing next. "I'm a little stuck. I've got a story idea, but it isn't working out. I'm trying to make it somewhat realistic.
But, girls don't just take their shirts off and say 'Let's fuck' very often." "Well, you've got a situation here that maybe you could use." "Situation? Whaddya mean?" "You've got two girls who are rather turned on.
Sisters, no less. It wouldn't take much for something to happen. Just a spark." I wracked my brain. But I seemed to be experiencing blood-loss at the moment and couldn't think of anything.
"Like what?" "Well, you got a girl, Missy, shirt wet already. That's a big cliche but, still, it sometimes works. You've got the older sister talking about cock sucking and pussy licking.
The little sister has already masturbated. You've got the male with a hard-on. You can't think of anything?" Melissa interrupted us by pushing her chair back, making that awful squeak on the linoleum floor. She went to the bathroom again. Within seconds, we could hear her going at it again. All the way from the TV room. She came in less than a minute. Stacy and I were talking story possibilities when Missy returned. She had something in her hand.
She came up to me on the couch, and put it on my head. Soft. Then it fell forward on my face and down my chest. It was her panties. Green ones. And they were wet. "I hope you're happy," said Missy, with mock anger. "They are soaked through and through. It's your goddamned story's fault." Laughing, I picked them up, dangling them in the air.
"Go on," she said. "I know you want to sniff them." I did. I did want to sniff them. Pulling them to my face, I inhaled the strong aromas. Baby Sister Bitch's pussy aromas. Holy fuck. "Ok, um, I need to go to the bathroom now!" And I was going to. Really. I had to fucking jack off or it might've just done it all by itself. Spontaneous cum-bustion.
It's a real thing. "Sit back down," said Stacy. "Ok look. Brett rossi teases her wet warm pussy to an intense orgasm our sister. We're not going to fuck with that. But, I don't think there's any harm in, perhaps, just looking. A little." With that. Stacy opened her blouse to reveal a very pretty, lacy bra.
She unhooked the front of it, revealing her lovely breasts. Fuck. They're maybe smaller than my Whit's, and definitely smaller than Melissa's, but size isn't everything. These are gorgeous. And Taboo. I'm not supposed to see these. Melissa just yanked her/Whit's shirt off and arched her back, thrusting out her fantastic D-cups.
Stacy reached up and grabbed Missy by the arm, pulling her onto the couch so they are sitting next to each other. "Your turn, stud." I laughed and yank my shirt off. "Ahhh, no. We can see that on any Saturday. Come on." So I stood up. Kicked off my shoes. Unzipped my jeans, and stepped out of them. My raging cock pushed my boxers to their max, a wet spot clearly visible where the head is. Melissa started to get up, but Stacy held her down.
"Go on." Says Stacy. I shrugged. What the fuck. Ya know? I bent over and took my shorts off. Now, I'm entirely naked except for socks. My cock stood straight up, saluting the whole room. "Not bad, not bad at all", mused Stacy. Our two couches are at a 90 degree angle. The girls were on one, and I stood in front of the other.
I was at most 2 feet away from Melissa. She breathed heavily, her big tits rose and fell. Stacy held onto her arm, keeping her down. Melissa cupped her bare breasts for me. "You like these, Trent. I know you do. They are right here. Come and get them." "Trent!" snapped Stacy. "Remember Whit. Jack off, if you want to. We're staying here." "Use my panties?" asked Missy, pouting. I sat back down and started stroking my rigid cock. It's a little over six inches. Yeah, I wish it was twelve. Or ten.
But, fuck, it seems to get the job done. Pre-jizz flowed out the top. I stared at the two sisters and the four boobs. Stroking my cock, Jesus it felt good. I wanted to fuck both of these sister bitches. But. Whitney. Melissa decided to go for it, go for me. Stacy leaned on her, and they wrestled on the couch. Stacy had the height advantage, and she started out on top.
She pinned Melissa down. "You'd better hurry. Trent. She's feisty!" Melissa struggled more and Stacy had to climb more on top her to keep her down. "Get your tit out of my face!" cried Melissa. "I can't see!" Stacy relented a little, Melissa turned her head and could now watch me jacking off. I teetered on the edge of cumming. "Trent," whispered Melissa. "Look at my tit." Her one hand was tweaking and pulling on her hard nipple.
She struggled more. "I can't hold her forever, Trent," said Stacy, still pinning down Melissa. She mashed her tit back into Melissa's face. Melissa found Stacy's nipple, and took it in her mouth. Melissa started humping Stacy's leg. "Hey!" cried Stacy. "Let go of that!" Jesus Christ, Melissa is sucking on her sister's tit. That's all it took. "FUCK! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" I yelled as I came like a bandit.
Long ropes went up my chest and stomach. The hot cum felt good on my chest. Both Stacy and Melissa watched me with big smiles on their faces. "My panties, Trent!" Oh, right. I almost forgot. I took Melissa's panties and wiped up all the cum off my body.
I handed the dripping panties to her. Melissa shoved the panties into Stacy's tit and her own face. She sucked on them. Obviously, she's getting some of my cum and swallowing it. I just stared, mesmerized. I wanted to fuck both of these girls, badly. The phone rang. It's Whitney. Fuck, Fuck! "Hey baby! You're on speakerphone, the girls are here." "Hi Whitney," they say in unison. "Just wanted to see how things are going? Did you like your present?" "Uh, just about to get to it, sweetie!" Stacy pointed over to the table.
She tried to get up, but Missy had her clamped down in an embrace, and she was still humping Stacy's leg. "Yeah. how's it going honey?" I'm stalling, trying to find the card for me. "We're uh, yeah, here it is. Oh hey! $100 Home Depot card! Awesome you guys, thank you!" We chatted for a couple minutes, then hung up.
Missy went into overdrive on Stacy's leg, and finally came. Stacy had this funny look on her face, you know, like the 'baby sister is bothering me again' kind of look. Missy buried her head in her sister's tits and came hard, her body shuddering and her squeals somewhat muffled by Stacy's soft tits.
My dick was not soft. No, sir. After Missy came back to Earth, Stacy told me to get my clothes back on, that they're leaving now. It was kind of weird, everyone putting their clothes back on and pretending none of this happened. Stacy started talking about something inconsequential, Missy just sat there smiling in general. Some big hugs later -- soft, squishy hugs busty asian hottie has her muff penetrated cumshot and boobs were too long but also too short-- and they're gone.
Jesus, what the hell was that! One fucking minute I'm contemplating marriage, the next I'm jacking off in front of my girlfriend's sisters. I made another vodka, and cleaned up the joint from all the chicken shit. 30 minutes later, my phone buzzed with the incoming message ding. It was from Melissa, and it had a video attachment. "hey stud call me when u see this!! <3" Oh shit. But I had to watch it. I clicked the video and it started with a shot of Melissa's face.
"Hey Trent. Just got home and I have to tell you. mmmmmmmmm. I loved your story. I only read part of the first chapter but Jesus, guy, you got my motor running! Look!" The screen jiggled and went light/dark/light as she moved the phone around.
The screen re-focused, she's held the phone in front of her shaved pussy. "See?" she said as she spread her pussy lips open. "See these fucking juices? They're from tonight. See how wet my fingers are? Mmmmmmmmm I'm gonna taste them, watch me. "Yes mmmmmmmm so good. You want this, you know you do. And hey, look at this! It's my tit! Let me lick it a little. nnnnnnnnnnn you like that? Call me!" Uh no.
Not going to call you. I'm going to text Whitney and profess my undying love for her. That's an excellent plan. Or. Or I could call Melissa and tell her to stop bothering me. Yeah, that's it! "Hey Little Miss." "Trent, mmmmmmmmm, I've been frigging myself since I got home. Did you like my video?" "Well, sure. But you see we can't do this." "We aren't doing anything," she said, cutting me off. "We're just talking.
You liked seeing my tits, didn't you, baby." I didn't answer. If my cock could talk it would've answered, though.
"You're not gonna talk to me? Trent?" "Melissa. I'm in love with your sister. I can't." "Ok I'll talk then.
You listen. Listen to this." I could hear what seemed to be sucking noises. "I'm sucking on my big tit, Trent. And listen some more." Now I could hear squishy sounds. "That's my wet cunt, baby. Ooooooh so wet. And it tastes soooooo goood, mmmmmmm." I had to let my cock out. It wasn't my fault. It hurt inside my pants. "I'm rubbing my cunt, Trent. I'm going to cum for you, would you like that?" ".yes." I answered, barely.
"Oh baby I'm going to do it. I'll cum for you. Stroke your dick baby. I know you are. You can cum on my tits. Cum on my face. Ooooooooh cum in my mouth baby. I already tasted your cum, Trent. You liked that, didn't you baby?" "Yes, Little Miss." Look at me! Speaking up and all. I walked to the kitchen so I could shoot my load on the kitchen floor.
Easier to clean it up. "You liked watching me suck Stacy's tits. Mmmmmm they were so soft. She pretended she was mad but she wasn't. She was sopping wet, Trent. I came while I sucked her tits, baby. Mmmmmmm do you want to fuck my ass baby?
You can, baby. I'll lick your cock when you're done fucking my ass." "Fucking Christ." was all I managed to say as sperms flew across the kitchen in spurt after great spurt. Holy fuck. Whit and I have had phone sex before, but not like this. Jesus.
"Are you cumming baby? shooting cum? Me too. mmmmmmmmm shit yes! Fuck!. Fuck!!. Fuck!!. Yesssssssssss! Oh baby!!" I didn't know what to say. I'm beyond skating on thin ice.
I'm up to my neck in it. "Thank you baby, thank you Trent." "Missy, please don't tell Whitney." "Sure baby. You just go on and don't think about me. bye baby." Click. For a 20 year old, she has got it going on. I cleaned up the mess. 3 paper towels. Brawny, too. The whole house smelled like sperm. I don't really even know how much trouble I am in, but it is a LOT. The phone rang, who can it be now? Christ, it's the other sister bitch.
I just clicked it on, didn't say anything, just sighed into the phone. "Trent! Don't you even say 'hello'?' Sup you dawg?" "Nothin'." "Nothing? Melissa told me she just talked to you. Sounded pretty hot." I just sighed into the phone.
"I re-read the story again," she started. "You know, there are some, uh, surprising similarities between your characters and us three sisters." Whoops. She noticed. "So I'm the sister who you're sort of in love with, sexy stunner gets cumshot on her face gulping all the load not the one you end up with." "Look, Stacy.
It's just fantasy. I may have borrowed some elements from real people here and there but you can't just say that one character is completely based on --" "Right. don't give me that crap. Wait til Missy finds out what you did to her." "Oh come on, that's not fair. Raquel isn't her!" "Right. Bubbly, big-boobed, a little ditzy, very sexual. That's not Melissa at all." Well, she had me there. "I can't defend everything.
It's just a fantasy story, like I said. Uh. Did, did you want something?" I was tired and didn't need to be harangued at this hour. "Yeah. I want to show you how you need an editor." "I know I do.
I told you I'd work with you again next project." "Yeah, but I've got to show you some things. Open the 'Storm'. Chapter 3.
Page 2. I'll wait." "Fine." It took a few moments to get logged in, and to find the story. I didn't talk and neither did she. "Ok got it. Page 2. What." "Ok look, your stupid, lazy capitalization kills it. You almost never capitalize your 'I's." "i do too!" i retorted. "Alright, scroll down, about halfway. Where it says 'He kissed his sister's lips." ". ok. got it." "Read it. Out loud." "He kissed his sister's lips, his own lips and cheeks--" "Stop.
Read it like, like you're reading to an audience. You know, act a little, pauses and stuff. Read it." "Fine." He kissed his sister's lips, his own lips and cheeks covered in her pussy juices. She eagerly responded, and licked and swallowed down her orgasmic honey. She struggled against her silken bonds, unable to free her hands.
"Please Tony, let me loose so I can--" "Shhhhh" I said to her. "Did you like that, though?" "Oh God yes baby! You ate me out s-o-o-o-o good. I came so hard. oh. look who's here!" I maneuvered my cock so it rubbed on her pussy.
Rising up on one arm, I reached down and guided him by hand. Just spreading her pussy lips a little, covering my cockhead with girl juice.
Rising up slowly, climbing up her pussy so my cock tickled the clit. The heat coming from her cunt is amazing.
I lower back down, her pussy is so slick that my cock slides halfway into her vagina. ".yes." juicy teen chicks are willing to do anything on cameras whispers, gazing into my eyes. 'Gazing'. Sounds stupid, but that's what she was doing. I paused. I could hear Stacy breathing in the phone. "Why did you stop?
Keep going!" "Really?" "Yes, really! Asshole! Don't stop till I tell you." My cock in place, my hand went back to the bed, I lowered my body completely on top of Tracy, but kept my cock where it was, about halfway in.
Kissing my sister some more, I pulled my cock out a little, then pushed in farther. Back and forth, slowly, big boos mom sex san a little deeper each time, filling my sister's cunt with my amazingly hard cock.
I hit bottom, as far as I could go. My right hand reached under her ass so I could pull harder. My left hand went to her beautiful tit spilling out on her side. We started fucking, slowly, at first. Our kiss ceased as we needed our mouths for breathing. I collapsed entirely on top of Tracy, now, both hands on her luscious ass. Her fucking crack slick with her cunt juice. Her tight, slick pussy felt like hot liquid satin against my cock. Our hot bodies pressed against each other.
Tracy struggled, to no avail, as her hands were bound to the wooden frame of the bed. Deeper, and harder, and harder still I rammed cock into her.
". Tony!. oh God oh God . shit." "Baby you feel so good! I fucking love you!" I cried out as I fucked her and kept fucking her. "Tony. fuck my cunt baby.
Fuck it! yes yes oh God oh God oh God! Fuck me harder" I slipped my right middle finger between her ass cheeks, and onto her butthole. Pressing just a little bit, it went easily. My finger could feel my cock through her pussy walls, and vice versa as I rammed her with everything I had. Panting, I asked my sister, "Are you my dirty girl? Huh?" "Yes oh god fuck yes!" "Are you my dirty sister?" "Jesus Yes!" "You like my cock don't you!" "I Fucking love it!!" "You're my little slut, aren't you?" "Yes Tony yes.
I'm a slut for you." "My finger is up your ass." "Yes baby! Shove it in harder!" I shoved another finger into her ass. She screamed bloody murder. "Scream more, Slut! No one can hear you! Scream!" And she did. I think the people two miles across the lake might've heard her, but they wouldn't know where it was coming from. "Tell me who you are!" "I'm your slut! I'm your slut!
Your fucking sister slut!" Jesus I couldn't take it any more. My cum was building to a crescendo, fast, and was only seconds away. "I'm going to cum in your slutty cunt, Tracy!" "Jesus! fuck yes cum cum cum oh god oh god YES, YES, YES!" Her tight cunt gripped my cock in trembling waves as she came. My semen fired deep into her cervix, my cock throbbing pleasurably with each load. I came in my sister's cunt. Yes. YES!! FUCK YES!! I am the FUCKING MAN today!! I eventually pulled out, and cupped my hand near her pussy.
Our honey dribbled out in little spurts. Using my other hand, I held open her pussy, trying to get it all out. My cupped hand held a few tablespoons worth of cum, both hers and mine.
I brought it up to Tracy's mouth. "Open." She did. I tipped my hand so about half of it poured into her open mouth. She greedily swallowed. Then I took my hand and turned it over quickly and smeared it all over her face. I slapped her cheeks lightly, but enough to get her attention. Then I slapped each tit, much harder, several times. "You're not going to deny me anymore, are you?" "No.
Never." I slapped her tits more. "Are you sure?" "Tony, i'm yours. Take me as you will." I paused. Stacy was just breathing heavily into the phone and saying things like "Whew" and "Jesus" and such.
I guess she noticed that the "Tracy" character was very much like the real-life Stacy. "You okay over there?" I asked, full of concern. "Yeah, sure. That just makes me cum every time. But to hear you read it to me, that made it soooo much better." Sigh. My cock got all hard again. "So, what was the problem? Editorially speaking?" "Oh yeah. That last line? You didn't capitalize the letter 'I'." "Oh, right. And so, I had to read the whole thing for you, just for that." "Hey, a girl's gotta do, ya know?" "Yeah, I guess I know." "You've got to tell Whitney about this story." "Yeah, maybe.
I don't know." "If you don't, I will." "Great. Threaten me. that's all I need, Tracy/Stacy." "So, Trent, you gonna tie me up and make me your slut?" "Haven't decided." "Well, think about it, buster. You should've had Tony fuck her in the ass. People like ass fucking. And you know what else? Your whole first chapter was just masturbation, no fucking. How can you write erotic stories with no fucking?" "It's a goddamned struggle, I shit you not.
Good night, Sister Bitch Slut." See how clever I am with the words? Even late at night. I just made that up. Sister Bitch Slut. I like it. "Goodnight, fucker." "You wish." "Yes, Trent. I do wish." I put the phone back on 'Photos' mode, and found Missy's video to me. Old raja rani sex story full watched it three more times and rubbed my cock until a small amount of cum leaped out.
There wasn't much left. Holy shit, what a day. - - - To be continued - - - Comments and votes welcomed, of course! I've hit like 1.5 million views on my stories, thank you all so much! I hope you enjoy this one, it will get kicked up a notch or two in the next chapter!