SUNDAY STORY: Sarah's New Life Chapter 1

From Literotica by Ghostwalker

Sarah sat at the kitchen table staring down at the stack of papers in front of her, the heading "Final Decree of Divorce" printed boldly across the top of each page. Tearstains covered the top page and her coffee had become cold, but still she sat and tried to figure out what had happened to her marriage.

She had met Phillip when she was 22 and working as a waitress, he was 36 and married with a 16 year old son. He had returned to college to get his Masters Degree in Business at a local university and routinely stopped after class for dinner before returning to his room to study. Though she knew it was a risk she started dating him after he assured her that things were over between him and his soon-to-be ex-wife. Sarah usually dated men her own age but none treated her like Phillip did. He had been the first true gentleman in her life. They went everywhere together and it seemed that there was nothing that they didn't enjoy together.

Finally, after 4 long months they made love for the first time. It had been fabulous. He had touched and caressed her most intimate parts, kissed her all over and made slow passionate love to her. When they finally fell asleep in each other's arms the sun was beginning to break through the window and Sarah knew she was in love.

After that first time she came to his room almost nightly. She would bring him a hot meal from work, and when he was done studying they would make love; sometimes slow and gentle and other time almost animalistic in its passion. After six months of living like this Phillip moved into Sarah's apartment with her as he continued to study and she worked to pay the growing bills for his education.

During Spring Break of his final semester they went to Florida together. While on a late evening walk on the beach he got down on bended knee under a starlit sky and proposed. Everything had been perfect. They were married in the August of that summer and Samuel moved in with them the following January. They had decided that it would be best if she stayed at home and took care of the house while Philip started working as an Assistant Manager at a local store. That had been 8 years ago. Now it was all over.

Phillip had been advanced quickly in the company and after only 4 years he had been promoted to Assistant Regional Manager. The hours had been long and the new job was stressful which Phillip seemed to bring into their bed when they made love. On those nights when his day had been good the sex was warm and loving but on the days when the stress reached a peak it was almost as if Sarah were nothing more than a means to reduce his tensions as he pounded into her.

Yet Sarah didn't say a word as she continued to support him. Then six months ago Phillip began staying at the office late into the evening more and more frequently. When Sarah asked he insisted it was because of recent staff cut-backs which had resulted in more work for him. He kept telling her that there just didn't seem to be enough hours in the day to do everything that he was required to do so he had to stay late.

Sarah had believed him until one evening when she had decided to try and rekindle some of the romance and passion that had been missing lately by bringing him a hot dinner. All those years and memories were now overshadowed by what she saw when she entered his office that evening.

The image of Phillip and his secretary fucking on his desk when she had walked in his office would be forever burned into Sarah's mind. Phillips eyes had been closed when she opened the door to his office and heard deep guttural sounds coming from him as he held his secretaries hips and pumped into her from behind.

Angelique was bent over the desk, her skirt up about her waist revealing a black garter belt with tan stockings and stiletto heels. Her panties were wrapped around her right ankle. The top buttons of her blouse were open and her large breasts hung out of a lacy black bra, while her nipples rubbed across the top to the desk with each thrust from Philip. The word 'whore' immediately popped to Sarah's mind yet for some reason she didn't say a thing as she continued to watch her husband and his secretary fucking.

Angelique had looked up when Sarah had opened the door and had given her a wicked, lust-filled smirk before speaking to Phillip. "Mmmmmm, that's it honey, fuck me nice and hard, pump into my cunt with your nice hard cock and make me cum. I love the way you feel inside me, I love feeling you cum inside me, filling me with your hot cum. Mmmmmmm, yesssssssss, that's it lover. Fuck me. Tell me how good it is. Tell me how good it feels to have my tight cunt wrapped around your cock. I'll bet your wife isn't this tight, is she? She probably still calls it a pussy but we know different don't we? When a man is driving his hard cock into his slut, it's a cunt. Isn't it lover? Cunt... cunt... cunt... cunt... ," Angelique continued repeating her last word over and over as Phillip drove his cock deep into her while she stared directly at Sarah.

Phillip grunted as he fucked her harder, thrilled by Angelique's words. "Yes, yes, yes, that's right baby. I love to fuck your tight, little cunt. It feels so good wrapped around my cock, and I love the way you talk so dirty and act like such a slut for me. Ohhhhh, only a slut like you knows how to fuck her man like you do. My wife could NEVER give me what you do."

That was all that Sarah could stand. She turned and ran from the room, tears filling her eyes.

Phillip didn't come home that night, but called late the next day. He said that Angelique had told him that she had seen them together in the office after they were done and that he was sorry she had to find out that way. Then he told her that the affair had been going on for quite sometime already and that he had talked to a lawyer that morning and was filing the papers for a divorce.

Now it was done. The divorce was final. Sarah got to keep the house and was going to be getting a generous amount each month for Samuel and her to live on. Originally, Phillip had stated that he wanted Samuel to live with him but after several months he suddenly changed his mind. Sarah was sure it had been at Angelique's request but said nothing.

When the paperwork had arrived that morning she had allowed herself one last cry before beginning to question what the future held for her along with a deep, driving desire to get revenge on Philip and Angelique.

Remembering that night in the office had awakened emotions and desires deep inside of Sarah that she had pushed down for years. As she thought back to it, Sarah found that it actually aroused her. The sight of Phillip and Angelique fucking like animals, the way Angelique had dressed, acted and talked like such a slut, and the way that Phillip had fucked her so hard and deep, made Sarah's body react and release a rush of juices to coat her pussy. It had been months now since she had felt a man inside of her and she desperately needed one, but who?

Sarah was still fantasizing about the various possibilities when she heard the front door open.

Looking at the clock she knew it must be Samuel returning from the mall with his friend Matt. Rising from the table she quickly stuffed the divorce papers in the drawer before heading towards the living room to see if they had enjoyed themselves. As she drew near she began to overhear their conversation and her pace slowed.

"Your old man is such a fuck. I can't believe he'd do something like that to you."

Sarah recognized Matt's voice and wondered what had happened but waited to hear what Samuel had to say.

SUNDAY STORY: Sisters, Friends, And Lovers

From Literotica by SteveWallace

Discovering they were sisters 

I didn't know they were sisters when I started dating them.

I was thirty-three, and the girls were a couple of years younger, but with different birthdays about six months apart. I met Fran at a graduation party of a friend finishing his MBA, and Sheila at a Sunday afternoon birthday party in Marblehead. Stepsisters as it turned out, but they'd been together for so long, they didn't bother to use the 'step' word.

Sheila was a tall, lanky blond with a passionate streak I just knew I wanted to tap into someday soon. Making out with her made you feel like you were flirting with a volcano about to blow. We'd start slow, just a kiss or two, and then suddenly there she was in my lap with her tongue down my throat and her hands doing interesting things to both our bodies.

Fran was a short brunette with a determination to do everything she did perfectly, including making her boyfriend (me) happy. When we started making out, I felt she was searching and learning at the same time. Searching for the places and techniques that would turn us both on to the perfection she desired in our relationship, and learning and memorizing these places and techniques so she could invoke them later. She got me thinking the same way.

I had been open with the two of them about not being exclusive. After a few get to know you dates, I had standing dates with Sheila for Tuesday and Friday nights, and with Fran for Wednesday and Saturday nights. Sundays I seemed to alternate between the two of them. While I didn't talk about one with the other, I made it obvious to each of them that I'd been on other dates with someone else. For instance, Sheila and I saw the movie Gravity one night; the next night Fran wanted to see it too, however, I explained that I'd just seen it the night before with another 'friend.' I guess I wanted to emphasize the fact that I dated others; she didn't pursue the matter, and we ended up seeing another movie.

I am a romantic at heart. We went on a healthy diet of candlelight dinners, flowers, carriage rides, dancing - sometimes in my small but exceptionally neat and polished Cambridge apartment, and of course stimulating discussions when we were in public, for instance walking arm in arm along Boylston Street in Boston on a hot summer evening. We were learning about one another, and on that front I was very open. Thinking back on it, I was looking for long-term relationship and a marriage partner.

My relationship with Sheila ran parallel with the one I had with Fran on a nearly day-by-day basis. Week One, after meeting at a party, I called and we agreed to do coffee a few days later, had several get to know you dates over coffee and lunch near our work, and agreed to something more significant a week or so later.

We enjoyed some simple kisses together, but nothing to write home about other than it was clear we were comfortable with each other.

Week Two, we advanced to making out with each other and I could tell we were both feeling great resonance with each other. We found we shared many common interests, yet had a few that were independent of each other. By the end of the week we'd smothered first base with a huge load of French kisses and nearly constant physical contact, although I was ready to dispense with some of our clothing.

Week Three, we got to second base with each other. For those of you unfamiliar with the baseball analogy in dating, that meant that we started to pet in a way that stimulated some of the sexual parts of our bodies, more specifically Sheila's (and the next night, Fran's) breasts and my crotch, although everything was perpetrated outside of our clothing. Damn.

Week Four, we got under each other's clothing and even bared some of our usually hidden skin to each other. I peeled Sheila's top up around her neck so I could lick and suck on her breasts, and she opened my fly so she could fondle and arouse my cock to her heart's content. I ended with blue balls I had to contend with when I got home from our date.

Week Five, Sheila surprised the hell out of me when she went down on me, giving me a somewhat amateurish blowjob, but I was in no position to complain. I acted the gentleman and warned her of my impending climax, a move that allowed her a graceful retreat, as she finished the act with a masterful handjob. This was all accomplished on the sofa in my small apartment. When I offered to return the favor, Sheila made out with me for a bit and said, "Maybe next week. Let's not rush things." I accepted this slow rate of progress as the price to pay for being with this pretty young woman who was definitely long-term material.

I'd fallen in love with Fran and Sheila, but not told either one. I think they felt the same about me too. Most guys would decide on one or the other, but I not only couldn't, I didn't want to because to pick one would mean I had to do without the other. Fran or Sheila. Sheila or Fran. When I was with one, I worried about the other. I wanted to be inclusive with both of them.

Week Six, I seduced Sheila (and Fran) into allowing me to perform oral sex on them. We'd made it to third base. I felt myself reasonably skilled in the techniques of cunnilingus, so once I had her permission I truly made love to her pussy delivering multiple orgasms one after another. We were both nude, and I got another blowjob, this time to completion. My date with Fran went along in parallel.

Sheila and I had avoided using the 'L' word with each other up until that time. In the heat of her fifth orgasm of the night, Sheila said, "Oh, God, Steve, I love what you're doing to me. I'm falling in love with you." Amazingly, Fran said nearly the same words in the same situation the following night.

The fact is I was falling hard for Sheila, and simultaneously I was falling for Fran. I started to feel conflicted, knowing that soon I would have to make up my mind about the two women, picking one to focus upon and to date exclusively. Even at this stage, however, neither Sheila nor Fran suggested exclusivity.

As soon as that thinking permeated my brain, another side of me would argue that I was too young, or indecisive, or afraid to make a mistake, or something, to pick one of the two at this stage. I kept hearing one of the voices on my shoulder telling me to keep insisting on non-exclusivity, and keep dating the two of them, and for that matter any other woman that might appeal to me. Any downside to that philosophy hadn't occurred to me.

That devil on my shoulder would convince me that at my age, I wasn't ready to settle down or make a lifetime commitment with anyone, and that I had plenty of time to eventually find a life partner, start a family, and do 'adult' things. Both Sheila and Fran qualified as 'keepers' in my long-term plan, and one of them indeed might end up the Mrs. if things progressed nicely.

The gods are fickle and laugh at us mortals. I had a comfortable bachelor life, dated two of the most gorgeous women on the east coast, had an excellent job that paid well and that I found exciting, and had a larger circle of friends I enjoyed. Hubris is a word from the Greek tragedies implying excessive pride or defiance of the gods leading to inescapable downfall and humiliation.

Things reached a turning point the following Saturday night.

SUNDAY STORY: All Revved Up

From Literotica by riverboy

I took a big gulp of water from the wet plastic bottle, and set it back down in the cup holder of my lawn chair. The hot sun was beating down, slowly cooking my legs and bare chest, and the sound of quiet voices passing by was lulling me to sleep.

"You look awfully cute in that straw hat Bobby," a familiar female voice said.

I opened my eyes and saw Patty, a fellow member of a local car club I'm a part of. She and her husband Bill have a nice '89 Mazda Miata, and mine's a '90 with suspension upgrades, fat tires, a roll bar, and other 'go fast' goodies. It's a local Miata club that I joined a few months ago, and some of us were spending this beautiful hot summer day at a big car show on the grassy field of the local fairgrounds.

"Patty! I didn't see you guys come in," I said.

"We got a late start, so we're down the row a ways from the rest of you guys," she said. "I see Carrie's and Jenny's cars. Anybody else come out today?"

"No, I think just the four of us today from our little club," I said. "Good turnout in general though — there must be six or seven hundred cars here."

"Yeah, a lot of oldies and street rods," she said. "I'm gonna go find Bill and check it all out. Wanna come?"

"I just had a long walk around, but I'll take any excuse to walk behind you in those shorts for a while," I said with a wink.

"Naughty!" Patty said flirtatiously, and she walked off in front of me with an exaggerated wiggle. She looked back and giggled as I jumped up out of my chair and followed.

Patty was a cutie, and often flirtatious, even when her husband Bill was around. He never seemed to mind, and often encouraged it, which made me wonder what kind of marriage and sex life they had. She seemed like the kind of woman who would be great in bed, and she always left me wishing I could find a woman just like her. I was fifty years old, five years into a divorced and 'single again' life, and more often than not resigned to the fact that finding someone like her probably wasn't gonna happen.

Actually, dating was one of the reasons I joined the club. Miatas have a reputation as a 'chick car,' at least here in the States, and after I bought mine I heard through the grapevine that the car club had a lot of single women in it, which is unusual. I'm not really a 'club' kinda guy — I've owned old British sports cars most of my life and never joined the club or took them to shows — but in a moment of weakness, and with the prospect of meeting some women, I joined, and it's been nothing but fun ever since. There are indeed quite a few single women members, and the rest are married couples and me. I guess all the single guys are out driving their Corvettes and proving their manhood. Whatever.

We gathered up Bill and Carrie and Jenny, and we walked the grounds looking at all the cool cars. Carrie and Jenny were no slouches in the ass department either, and Bill and I walked behind the three lovely ladies the whole way around. At the far end of the field we sat at a picnic table under a big umbrella and ate hotdogs and french fries.

"So Patty and I were thinking of trying to put together a road trip weekend for the club," Bill said as we relaxed in the shade and sipped lemonade. "You three are the most likely to join in to special events, so I thought I'd bring it up today and give you a heads-up before I talk about it at the next meeting. We're thinking Green Mountains maybe? There's a new resort up there that's got some good deals to encourage people to try it. They've probably got a nice hot tub."

"Oo la la!" Patty said with a sexy smile.

"I'm afraid I won't be responsible for my actions if I'm in a hot tub with you three ladies," I said.

"I certainly hope not," Patty said flirtatiously, and Carrie and Jenny laughed nervously.

I'd noticed on numerous occasions they both seemed to envy Patty's easy flirtatious manner. I wouldn't go so far as to call them uptight, but neither of them was flirtatious or openly sexual in any way. They dressed rather conservatively, and never talked of dating even though I knew they were both single. They were both cute though, and I had often thought about asking them out on a date, but I got stuck in the mental trap of not knowing which one to ask out and wondering if I'd hurt the feelings of the other one, so I thought I'd get to know them both better and let things play out naturally.

As we finished our lemonades we all agreed that a road trip to the mountains would be fun, and we'd sort out a good weekend for the five of us before Bill brought the idea to the club meeting. As we walked away from the table Patty whispered in the other girls ears and they all put an exaggeration in their ass wiggle.

"Those rear ends look like they'll take some torque, huh Bobby?" Bill said to me as we walked behind them.

"Sure do. Limited slip do you think?" I asked.

"I think they're the standard kind. Slipping's half the fun anyways, don't you think?"

"Absolutely," I said. "Beautiful bumpers on 'em too."

The girls all giggled, and Carrie and Jenny blushed crimson red.

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Two months later, on a sunny Friday morning at the peak of fall foliage season, a convoy of four Miatas was on the road heading for the Green Mountains. Two other couples wanted to join us, but the scheduling was bad for one of them, and the others backed out at the last minute due to a medical emergency. We promised them we'd do it again in the spring if we liked the resort.

I had wondered if Carrie or Jenny would bring a date or a friend, but they were both stag, as was I. It was just as well — the five of us got along wonderfully and we all knew it would be a fun weekend.

We stopped at a roadside diner for lunch, and Patty wasted no time with the flirting.

"So Bill and I splurged and got a big suite," she said. "The pictures look amazing — it's got a private hot tub on a balcony overlooking the mountains. They told me it's big enough for six people..."

"I saw that suite on their website," I said. "You guys are livin' large this weekend."

"We thought it would be nicer than a public hot tub," Bill said. "Strangers can be fun, but close friends are better."

I was definitely getting a vibe of 'open marriage togetherness' from Bill and Patty. I wasn't quite sure what to say, and Carrie and Jenny were both silent as well. After an awkward pause we talked cars and laughed through the rest of lunch. We decided to get off the highway and take back roads the last hundred miles, which was a great decision. It had warmed up enough to put the tops down, and the drive was spectacular, with stops at scenic overlooks and a short side trip to a beautiful waterfall. We arrived at the resort all smiles.

"I think that's the nicest drive I've ever been on," Jenny said.

"It's so beautiful up here. And this place looks awesome!" Carrie said as we walked in to register.

The resort was first class, and our rooms were perfect, all close together on the same hallway, with beautiful views of the mountains.

"Happy hour at six in our room, dinner at eight downstairs?" Patty asked, and we all went to our rooms to clean up.

Knowing it was a nice resort I brought good clothes, and I'm glad I did. The girls, it turned out, had conspired and decided to dress up for the evenings.

"Wow!" I said when I saw Carrie and Jenny in the hallway. "For a couple of car girls you clean up nice!"

They both had on little cocktail dresses — Carrie's black and Jenny's dark red — and stockings and high heels. Their formerly windblown hair was brushed and fluffed, and for the first time since I had known them they had noticeable makeup on.

"Holy cow!" I said, somewhat stunned by their sexy eyes when my gaze made it up that far.

"Not to bad yourself," Carrie said to me with a smile.

"I guess our little shopping trip was worth it," Jenny said, clearly pleased at the effect they were having on me.

SUNDAY STORY: Wrong Can Still Be Right Chapter 1

From Literotica by slim_odds2

It was dark. Pitch black actually, except for a few dim halogen lights spread across the abandoned construction site in what Jake suspected was the most token of security efforts. Jake walked slowly past tarp-covered building supplies and stacks of concrete rebar, his flashlight shining weakly; it did more to mark him a target than cast any useful light, but he left it on anyway. He suspected it didn't matter either way; his sister Megan was going to kill him. 

Jake stepped carefully into a huge half-finished building, his shotgun sweeping from left to right as he walked from one empty room to the next. He wondered what the building might become. A hotel maybe, or an office building. Or a morgue with really good parking, he thought in a detached way. 

Fortunately, Jake wasn't alone in the dark; his youngest sister Natalie and two strangers they met earlier that evening were with him. As the group moved down a corridor they became bunched up together, too close. We're one big fat target, Jake realized. He began to say something, when suddenly he was being strangled from above by a lasso-like tongue. Megan, he knew at once. A horde of zombies collapsed in on him from all directions as his body dangled. Well doesn't this just add insult to injury. As for his companions, well... 

As he died, Jake watched Natalie spray desperate Uzi fire into the frenzied undead to little effect. One of their companions ran in wild panicked circles screaming obscenities, and the second disappeared abruptly as he quit the game in apparent frustration. And that, as they say, is that. Jake slumped away from his computer monitor, sighing as he heard Megan crow in victory from her bedroom. "Jerk!" he called in good-humored aggravation. 

Left 4 Dead was the game of choice that night for the three James siblings: Jake, Megan, and Natalie. On their respective computers in their respective bedrooms, they played alternately as human and zombie while doing their best to kill one another turn after turn. The two random online strangers had been a last-minute addition to Jake's team to try and balance against Megan's uncanny talent. Waste of time, he thought to himself as he pushed back from his desk, stood, and walked the short distance to Megan's adjacent room. 

As Jake rounded the corner, Megan swiveled her computer chair around to face him. At twenty-two years old, she was undeniably beautiful. Barely five foot three and 105 pounds, Megan's slim athletic figure was showcased in the simple undersized black t-shirt and long gray track pants she wore that night. Her brown hair fell straight to her collarbone in stylized layers that seemed to point directly at her small firm breasts. Megan's green-brown eyes shone brightly - they were always alert. 

"Since when am I a jerk?" asked Megan. 

"Since you murdered me ten seconds ago," replied Jake unseriously. Jake was suddenly and uncomfortably aware of her wry half-smile, a signature grin that he loved in ways he hated to admit. It was accented by a silver stud that pierced her face on a diagonal between the outside corner of one lip and the tip of her lightly-freckled nose. They call it a "Monroe," Jake remembered, as in Marilyn. 

Megan extended one toe to the floor and rotated her chair gently from side to side. "It's not murder if it's zombies, you jackass," she said with her grin. "And besides, why would I want to murder my favorite brother?" 

"Your only brother, and don't change the subject. Next time I'm going to shoot your zombie butt off with my 12-gauge," Jake promised. 

"Not if I fucking choke you to death first," Megan replied sweetly. "What you need is a plan." 

"A plan?" 

Megan nodded. "Yep. A plan to stop sucking so bad." 

Jake rolled his eyes and began to frame a reply until he heard the patio door open and slam shut; Natalie was undoubtedly going outside to salve her wounded pride with a post-game cigarette. "How 'bout a smoke?" Jake suggested instead. Megan nodded and reached to grab her pack of Camels and a flat black Zippo lighter. She unfolded gracefully from her chair and breezed past Jake, reaching up to briefly scratch him behind one ear as she did. Jake loved it when she did that. Jake loved it when she did anything. 

Walking outside, Jake was briefly night-blind and had to navigate around patio furniture by memory. He stubbed his toe on a lounge chair and cursed softly. Megan laughed and took him by the hand. "This way, smart guy," she teased as she led him. Her touch was very warm. 

They made their way past the swimming pool to the far side of the house where Natalie stood buried in her cellphone, smoking the Marlboros Jake and Megan both hated. The youngest of the three, Natalie was nineteen years-old, soft where Megan was firm, and unfailingly kind. Her large breasts stood out on her short frame, and her blonde hair was typically swept up into some fashionable approximation of a ponytail. Natalie's large sapphire eyes were warm and guileless. For the hundredth time Jake reflected that although he loved her, it was nothing like how he loved Megan. 

Jake heard the metallic ping of Megan's Zippo as she lit up. He admired how her cigarette's ember lit up the features of her face until he caught himself staring. Jake chided himself silently for failing - once again - to keep his emotions under the complete control he sought to have. He listened to the night air pass through hidden trees as he smoked, waiting patiently for either Natalie or the sister he loved with too much of his heart to say something. 

"Zombie assassin," grumbled Natalie without looking up from her text messaging. 

Megan chuckled. "Not my fault you guys can't cover a flank to save... well, to save your lives." Natalie's phone buzzed, and she grimaced at once. Megan's eyes flicked to Jake, who nodded in unspoken agreement. 

Yup. It's Dan. 

"Your dickhead boyfriend?" Megan asked, knowing the answer. 

"Not anymore," Natalie replied. "I'm tired of his shit." She looked up at Jake. "And don't you say anything." 

"Like what?" Jake asked innocently. 

Natalie snorted. "Like 'do you actually fuckin' mean it this time,' or 'fuckin' finally,' or 'I fuckin' told you so.'" 

"We both told you so," Megan muttered. 

Natalie ignored her. "Or 'fuck-ity fuck fuck FUCK that guy.'" 

"I only said that one once!" Jake said, fighting back laughter. 

"Twice. I can count." 

"Has anyone ever mentioned how ridiculous you sound when you swear?" Jake asked seriously. "It's like listening to Minnie Mouse -" 

"- I do NOT sound like Minnie Mouse!" 

"It's like listening to Minnie Mouse drop the F-bomb. You just do it too cute." 

Megan nodded gravely. "He's right, you know. You're just too goddamn Disney for your own good." 

Natalie rolled her blue eyes. "Anyway, fuck him." She flicked her cigarette into the dirt. "I'm d-o-n-e." 

Megan raised her arms over her head triumphantly, exposing a flat stomach for Jake to not look at. "Cue the 'Hallelujah' chorus!" 

Jake laughed. "No, the 1812 Overture. We need some celebratory cannon fire." 

With a sigh, Natalie began to walk toward the house. "I'm going inside. See you nerds later." 

After a long pause, Megan slowly smiled. "So hey," she called after Natalie, "want to celebrate with some post-boyfriend dildo shopping?" 

Jake groaned. I am not going to picture Megan with a dildo, he commanded himself. "Sisters aren't supposed to talk about that around their brothers," he complained. 

"Like I care. Come on Nat, whaddya say?" 

"No thanks, sis," Natalie said primly. "Fingers are better." Without another word, she stepped through the door and into the house. 

Megan whirled around to Jake in open-mouthed surprise. "Did she just say that?" 

Jake was equally stunned. "Good Lord. What happened to sweet, innocent Natalie?" 

"Long gone, I guess," Megan said with a shrug. She gave Jake a long look, her eyes sparkling. "She's right you know." 

Jake groaned again. This is not helping. 

Megan grinned her grin. "Just giving you a hard time, big bro." Then, Jake watched her face soften into something he had never seen before; some hidden, private face she never showed him. She looked vulnerable, she looked...

...Is she scared? 

"You know, you're a great brother." Megan said softly. "I mean it. You spend time with us, you don't freak out when we joke about dildos, and you care about who we date." 

Jake didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. 

SUNDAY STORY : Heading North

From Literotica by tinybabelost

Nine o'clock on a Tuesday and I'm in bed reading. I feel you in the doorway before I see you. I look up to say hello and the words die in my mouth as our eyes meet. Intimidating is a word most people would use to describe my half of our couple. You're the affable one that everybody loves. You're the perfect boyfriend. A saint. A Boy Scout. But not tonight. Tonight something powerful is radiating off your lithe body in waves. The small room crackles to life as you step into it.

You move the few steps from the doorway over to the bed and sit at the the end with your back to me, feet firmly on the floor, knees bent and spread casually. You snap your fingers and point to a spot directly in front of you. "Come stand right here" you say quietly without turning to look at me.

When I don't move immediately you add "I don't think you want me to have to ask again". A flight of butterflies bloom in my stomach.

I remind myself that I asked for this. My interest in submission led me to Tumblr and there I found all sorts of advice on how to talk to your partner about these impulses.

I remember that when I finally got the courage to bring it up, you seemed surprised, but not unpleasantly so. We had been doing some good, old-fashioned making out on the couch. I explained my fantasy about you taking control. (And by 'explained' I mean stammered, blushed and blurted my way through a string of incomplete sentences. Did I mention I have an advanced degree from an Ivy League institution?)

"I've freaked you out," I squeaked. "You're horrified".

"Um, no. I -".

"Yes, you are! Look at you! You can't believe you're in love with such a deviant pervert!" I was panicking. That's what it sounds like when I panic. I was bright red and talking very very fast.

"Hey, I don't think you're a pervert," you said, touching my face. "You're smarter than most of the people I know put together. I trust you. I mean, my girlfriend just told me she wants to use her body to please me endlessly. I wouldn't say that's a bad night. Just ... give me a second."

"OK," I said, trying not to look at you, but having a hard time not overanalyzing every second of silence that passed. The last sounds of summer were floating in from the street through the open window. I am many things, but patient is not one of them.

"SAY SOMETHING!" I shouted suddenly.

"Shouldn't you say please?" you teased with a genuine smile. I smiled back. "I mean, seriously," you said with feigned exasperation. "You don't seem very good at this so far."

My eyes narrowed. "Now might be a good time to try out your safe word, buddy," I shot back scowling. We both promptly erupted into laughter.

"Do you have one," you asked hesitantly. "A safe word, I mean?"

I blushed and gave a small nod. I took your wrist and turned your forearm up. Using my finger, I traced a word onto your skin: n-o-r-t-h. North. I kept my eyes on your arm where my word rested.

You reached up and tugged gently on one of my curls. "Wow," you said quietly. "My heroine is just full of surprises."

You asked a lot of questions including how sure I was that I wanted this. You kept me very close physically even though I kept trying to fold in on myself and scoot away. You were patient and gently teasing as you coaxed my answers from me. You said you needed some time to think about it and do some research. I kissed you gently, thanked you and went to get you a beer. That was 3 weeks ago.

So, fast forward to Tuesday and here is the firm hand I have asked for. I take a deep breath. I quietly close the book, lay it on the nightstand and turn off my lamp. I slip my legs from beneath the blankets to the floor and pad over to stand in front of you, my eyes firmly on my bare feet and pink toenails. The black panties I was wearing at dinner are hidden just barely beneath the hem of the t-shirt I wear to bed. Your eyes move slowly up my body and I can't help but fidget.

"Be still," you say.

My body comes to rest immediately. My eyes are cast to the floor, but I know if I was to look up we would be almost eye level. I'm so small compared to you, but with you sitting down we're almost the same height. It's precisely why we have a bed so low to the ground.

"Show me your panties," you say and I lift the hem of my t-shirt to show you the black lace. "Good. Now hands behind your back." I do as I'm told. Your right hand rises up and cups my left breast through the thin material of my well-worn t-shirt. It's barely a caress. You know exactly what I like. You use the soft fabric to slide over my skin gently while you lift and support the weight of my full breast. You lean in and I can see the firm set of your jaw and mouth. Thoughtful. "It's my fault," you say in almost a whisper. "I've been far too lenient with you."

SUNDAY STORY : Bonus: My Taboo Lesbian Life Chapter 2

From Literotica by Koriander

From that night on, Amy and I got together quite frequently. She would sneak into my room every few nights for some sweet lesbian loving. And she was getting quite good at it too! She was a fast learner and very open about trying new things.

When she asked me about my favorite position, I told her it was straddling a girl's head and feeding my pussy to her mouth. From that day on, she would sometimes come into my room, get naked, lay down on the bed and wiggle her tongue at me. Gawd that was so naughty, it had my cunt gushing in seconds! All I had to do was lose my pants and panties and climb on to get expertly eaten out by my sexy little sister.

Amy loved the sideway sixty-nine most, so we spent a fair deal of time during those nights eating out each other's oozing snatches. It was heaven.

I think after a few weeks Mom suspected something, because more than once she saw Amy going into my room at night or coming out there early in the morning. She never said anything though, and she didn't behave differently, so we didn't worry too much about it.

Even if Mom hadn't seen Amy come from my room, I guess it wasn't too difficult to notice the change in our behavior. Amy and I had always had a good relationship, but not like this. We were very caring and loving around each other and we couldn't always suppress that when Mom was there. Amy would often gaze lovingly at me during breakfast or on other occasions and you didn't have to be an expert to notice something was going on.

I knew Amy was in love with me and, as strange as that seemed at first, the feeling was mutual. Of course we had always loved each other as sisters, but now this bond had strengthened by adding a romantic and a physical dimension.

Yes, there was a romantic side too. We didn't just fuck. When we both had spare time, I took her out with Mom's car. We would walk in the park, sit in a café or go to the movies together. It was wonderful taking her to places where no one knew us, so we could hold hands and even kiss in public. It still was risky though. The fear that someone would happen to see this who knew us always nagging in the back of our heads.

Apart from visiting my room for some sexy time, Amy had also started to make love to Andrea. She had told me about their first encounter right away and it got me so hot, I just grabbed her and fucked her right after her little friend had. She was actually still gooey from her encounter with Andrea when I sucked her little cunt. Her fingers still smelled of her friend's pussy and she let me lick the strange girl's fragrance off them, which made me so horny, I was literally burning up!

So one night Amy really shocked me. She told me she had told Andrea about us making love and that Andrea wanted to meet me. Initially I was furious that she had taken such a risky step without talking to me first. But I quickly realized that it was just fear and shame getting the better of me. Had Amy asked me, I would have told her no. But ultimately, why should she ask my advice about a girl that she knew very well and I didn't know at all?

So the next day, when I got home from college they were both sitting in the living-room watching TV. Mom was working late, as she did most days and wouldn't be home before 9 pm. I walked up to my room, showered, slipped into something comfortable and then joined them in the living-room.

I have to say, Andrea was a pleasant surprise. I'm usually not into blonds, but this girl was really cute. She also had a nice figure, not as voluptuous as Amy, but still nice curves. I really couldn't blame my sister for hooking up with such a sweetie.

We sat and watched TV and talked for a while. They weren't shy about hugging and kissing each other with me present, which was giving me mixed emotions. On one hand, seeing two cute young girls kiss and caress so openly was really sexy. But on the other, I didn't want to seem like a freak by staring at them.

Plus, it felt like someone had stolen my lover. Of course I knew it was stupid feeling jealous over my own sister, but I couldn't suppress the feeling.

When Amy pulled back from a kiss and looked at me, she must have read the emotions right out of my face. She motioned me over to where they sat on the couch. I was actually stunned by her invitation, not knowing what I should do. Andrea looked over to me and smiled openly.

So I stood, moved over to the couch and knelt down in front of them, feeling silly and nervous and horny all at the same time. Amy seemed to know exactly what she wanted though. She pulled me over by my shoulders and planted a long wet kiss on my mouth. I heard Andrea gasp in amazement next to us.

Even though it felt a little weird at first, being watched kissing my sister by a strange girl was an incredible turn on for me. Soon my nervousness and fear was forgotten and I really leaned into the kiss, opening my mouth and letting my tongue dance with my Amy's.

Andrea looked on wide eyed. I could tell she wasn't shocked or jealous by our incestuous display, only intrigued. When we finally pulled back, we were both panting breathlessly.

"Wow, that was so hot," Andrea whispered.

Nudging my shoulder, Amy said, "Now her."

I was momentarily taken aback. I hadn't expected Amy to want me to touch her girlfriend. Andrea looked at me with gleaming eyes, an expectant expression on her face.

"Are you sure?" I asked quietly, not taking my eyes off the blond girl.

Andrea smiled shyly and nodded. That was all I needed. I leaned over and touched her soft lips with mine. Her arms came around me and pulled me into an embrace. Only seconds later we were sharing a passionate French-kiss, one of her hands cupping one of my large boobs.

Amy closed in on us and caressed our backs as she watched her older sister kiss her lover. "I want to watch the two of you make love," she whispered softly.

I moaned at Amy's naughty request and pulled away from Andrea. Looking into the girl's blue eyes, I asked, "What about you, Andrea? What do you want?"

The sexy young girl looked up at me with smoldering eyes and breathed, "I want you to take me to your bed."

That made my cunt twitch, so I got up on my feet, grabbed Andrea's hand with my left and Amy's with my right and pulled both of them up to my room. By the time we had entered, the three of us were so hot from the prospect of what we were about to do, we discarded our clothing within mere seconds.

Being the oldest and most likely also the more experienced, I took charge. I had Andrea lay down on the bed and bent over her, Frenching her for a while. Andrea's hands were all over my dangling breasts, cupping, squeezing, kneading them, twisting and pulling my hard nipples. Amy sat next to us on the bed and just watched me make love to her girlfriend with big fiery eyes.

SUNDAY STORY : My Taboo Lesbian Life: Chapter 1

From Literotica by Koriander 

Preface:

This story heavily focuses on consenting lesbian incest between adults. If you do not enjoy that theme, or if it offends you, please do not read this.

Despite sometimes being referred to as "little girl" or "baby girl", all females are 18 years or older. This is not a true story, it is just a fantasy. Events and persons are entirely fictional. Views expressed by the characters are not necessarily my own.

English is not my native language, so please be forgiving if my grammar or wording is sometimes strange.

My name is Lucy. I live in a fairly unpopular town in California. With unpopular I don't mean that it's a bad place. On the contrary, living less than two hundred miles from the pacific, I like it quite much. It's just not one of the well known cities like San Francisco or Los Angeles or Berkeley. For privacy reasons, I'm not going to say which town though.

I have the luxury of still living with my family, which consists of my Mom Carol and my younger sister Amy. Mom is in upper management, so she could have supported me even if I had decided to move out. But since we have a fairly big house and campus is not too far away, she doesn't mind still having me around. And neither do I.

My dad doesn't live with us anymore. He didn't die in a car accident, nor did he run off with his secretary. In fact, he's a terrific guy and both Amy and I loved him to bits when we were kids. He and mom divorced when I was 8 years old. It wasn't a big drama, just one of the small tragedies in life. They just couldn't make it work any longer, since they had developed very different personalities and views on what they wanted in life. When he was still close by, Amy and I regularly visited him. But he had to move east coast due to his job.

My little sister Amy is a high school senior. She's a wild one and she's always up to something. She does have good natured spirit though and we actually get along very well. Especially considering the stories I hear from my friends about the fights with their sisters.

Our mother is a strong and confident lady. The perfect manager if you ask me. She is also still quite beautiful for her age. I guess it's partly due to her job. She works hard to remain attractive, be fashionable and maintain her elegant appearance. She's a brunette, just like Amy and me. She has also passed on her voluptuous figure to us.

I'm really grateful for that, because I like full breasts, wide hips and round ass cheeks. Not just on my own body, but with females in general. When I hit puberty, I fairly quickly discovered that I loved girls.

In a way I was blessed though, because unlike many girls, I didn't have to hide in the closet and keep it a secret. My mother is a lesbian too and she has always been open with us about the fact. So I didn't have to fear her reaction when I came out. I could discuss all the complicated implications and the mixed emotions with her, and that helped a lot.

My first girlfriend was a cute girl named Lisa. She was my class mate and also my best friend. We kind of started to experiment with each other. Unfortunately though, unlike me, she decided that she wasn't really a lesbian. So this was done eventually.

In my senior high school year I hooked up with a sexy raven-haired beauty named Heather. She was an experienced and convinced lesbian. Most of what I know about making love to a woman, I learned from her. I really loved her very much. Unfortunately she had to sacrifice our relationship for her career plans when we graduated. She had the opportunity to study in Stanford University, so of course I didn't want to stand in her way. It was one of the sadder moments in my young life.

Anyway I'm digressing. After all, this is about my taboo lesbian life, not my depressing past relationships.

One late evening, while I was in bed reading a book, Amy knocked softly onto my door. When I answered, she stuck her head through the door.

"Hey Sis, mind if I come in?" Amy asked humbly.

I shook my head and put the book away. "Sure Little Bit, what's on your mind?"

Amy came in and and closed the door. Wringing her hands nervously she looked around my room. She wore white cotton pajamas with bears on them. It may have been a bit silly for a girl her age to wear these, but she did look cute in them. Amy came up to my bed and still seemed unsure of herself. So I decided to take the initiative.

"What's up hon, you seem tense." I told her in a warm voice.

"I wanted to ask you something," she said reluctantly, "but can we cuddle while we talk, like we did when I was little?" Her cheeks were reddening when she spoke.

I gave her a gentle smile. "Be my guest," I answered.

Instantly, Amy's face lit up and she crawled in bed with me. When she slipped under the blanket and snuggled up against me, she made a surprised face and blushed even more.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know you slept naked!" Amy exclaimed.

I chuckled. "Well, now you do. Do you mind? I can get up and put something on if you want."

Amy shook her head. "No, don't bother. It's okay," she quickly replied.

As Amy snuggled up to my naked body and put her head on my shoulder, I put my arms around her and pulled her close.

"Mmmm, this feels nice," I said softly, "We haven't done this in a long while."

"True," Amy replied, sighing contentedly as she rested in my embrace.

After a while I said, "Well Little Bit, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, it's just ..." Amy stopped unsure of herself.

"Spit it out baby, you know you can be completely open with me," I encouraged her.

"It's just, how did you know you're into girls?" She blurted out.

I chuckled. "Oh dear, what brought this on?"

"I dunno. Just curious I guess," Amy replied shyly.

"Well, let's see," I told her, taking a moment as if I had to think about it, "I guess I really knew when none of the boys I had been with turned me on, but seeing some of the girls in the changing room did."

"I see," Amy replied thinking, "So you had to be with a boy to find out."

"Well that's one way to be sure," I told her, "But everyone is different. Some girls are sure about being gay without ever having touched a dick."

"But you weren't?" Amy asked.

"Let's just say, I already knew I liked girls, but I wanted to find out if it was really my preference, or if I had just had bad luck dating the wrong guys."

Amy nodded and remained silent, thinking for a moment.

"Are you trying to decide whether you're gay, Little Bit?" I asked her softly.

Amy sighed. "Yeah I guess I really am. I'm just wondering ..."

"Go on, I'm listening," I encouraged her.

SUNDAY STORY : Bonus Story : Strip Poker: Five Girls, One Guy: Chapter 2

From Literotica by WhiteGuy12

It had been a few weeks by the time we finally got the gang back together.

In addition to everyone's busy schedules, we had to avoid inviting other people, because we hadn't actually told anyone else about what happened the night that an innocent game of strip poker turned into an all-out orgy.

Finally, though, we found a Friday night that worked, and everyone came over to the place I shared with my beautiful blonde girlfriend, Lauren: Her best friend, Kelly, the super-skinny brunette; Danni, the busty-but-petite one with wavy, dirty-blonde hair; Liz, the brunette with the magazine-cover face and great ass; and Mia, the tall, extremely shy brunette whose virginity I had taken last time.

They all showed up together around 8 p.m., and everyone - even Danni - appeared nervous as they walked in. I mean, none of us had ever done anything like this before that game, and now they were basically showing up to a planned orgy.

It was kind of funny, actually, as everyone went straight to their previous spots - Liz, Danni and Mia on the couch and Kelly on the floor, where Lauren and I eventually would join her.

For a few moments, everyone just sat there quietly. Then we all burst out laughing. Still, no words.

Finally, I decided to break the ice.

"Wine, anyone?" I asked. I was met with a simultaneous "Yes!" from all the girls, Lauren included.

So I went over to the kitchen and popped open two bottles, pouring five generous glasses. I grabbed myself a beer.

"OK, same game? Danni said finally after everyone had taken a few sips of liquid courage.

"Actually," I said, "I was thinking we should just skip the strip poker part. We all know what the most fun part last time was. Why waste our time?"

Nobody said anything for a few moments.

Surprisingly, Liz spoke up first: "Sounds fine to me. Besides, it looks like Mia is trying to pull a fast one on us. Look, she's got on two shirts plus a cardigan."

Mia turned red. "I wasn't ... Oh, whatever, so what if I was?"

Mia then gulped down the rest of her wine, clearly trying to calm her nerves. Frankly, I was a little surprised she even showed up tonight, but Lauren told me that night was all Mia had talked about with her and the others since it happened. The prudish girl was ashamed, but she had loved getting licked and fucked for the first time.

I got up to go get a few more bottles of wine, and when I came back it looked like the girls had convinced each other to just get naked.

"Here's what we decided," Danni told me. "Everyone has to close their eyes while we all strip down. When we all open our eyes after 30 seconds, we'll all be naked. So no screwing around with being embarrassed about who takes off what first."

It was a great idea - especially because I wouldn't actually miss the stripping, thanks to the camera I had hidden in the corner of the room (I know you're thinking I'm a pervert, but come on, if you had four of your girlfriend's hot friends coming over for an orgy, wouldn't you videotape it?).

So with that, we all closed our eyes. It took me no more than 10 seconds to throw my shirt off and pull down my jeans and underwear in one motion. The next 20 seconds seemed like an eternity.

Finally, Lauren said, "OK, that's 30 seconds, I think," and everyone cautiously opened their eyes. I was greeted with five gorgeous sets of tits and five pretty little pussies.

Only Kelly and Mia made any attempt to cover up. Both had their hands over their mounds and arms covering their boobies, but both their eyes were glued to my thick, semi-hard cock.

Meanwhile, Danni looked me right in the eyes as she thrust her chest out. This girl was crazy.

"OK," I said. "So how about we just skip the cards and go in a circle for who gets to give the dares, and just like last time spin the bottle for who does the dares?"

The girls agreed, so we got started. Clockwise, it was me, Lauren and Kelly on the floor and then Liz, Danni and Mia on the couch. Figuring I shouldn't suggest that I go first myself, and Mia probably needed a little more wine before going, I said, "Let's start with Lauren and go to the left."

So Lauren spun the bottle, and it landed on Kelly.

Lauren looked around at all of us nervously. The last time we had played this, I had wound up fucking all of them, including Danni's ass, and Mia had swallowed every one of my loads as she learned that night that she loved the taste of cum. But I think we all knew this time that we couldn't just jump right into that.

Lauren turned to Kelly. "Let's start with a lap around the outside of the house," Lauren said with an evil smile.

Kelly looked like she would have rather been dared to take it up the ass (something she had never done). We had neighbors on both sides, pretty close by. It was relatively early in the evening, so they would be awake.

"Fuck it," Kelly said, getting up and walking to the door. We all admired her cute little butt, which was surprisingly round considering the fact that she weighed less than 100 pounds.

Kelly took a deep breath, opened the door and took off. The rest of us being naked, too, we shut the door right away and went over to the windows to peek through the curtains, which were drawn.

"There's a light on in this house, but no one saw her run by," Lauren yelled from one side of the room.

As I waited on the other side, I could see my 40-year-old neighbor, Chuck, sitting on his couch watching TV next to a big window. And as Kelly rounded the corner in a full sprint, I could tell she saw, too - she looked that way and immediately tried to cover her breasts and cunnie as she ran. Somehow, Chuck didn't notice. I hoped whatever he was watching on TV was better than a gorgeous, naked brunette running past his window.

Finally, Kelly burst through the door.

"Not cool, guys," she said, giggling. As she sat down, I noticed her nipples were hard, and I hoped they'd stay that way for a little while.

It was Kelly's turn now, and when she spun, the bottle landed between Danni and Mia. Mia slid away instinctively, but there was no need - Danni stood and said, "Whatcha got?"

"We'll keep it tame again," Kelly said. "How about you do 10 jumping jacks?"

Danni grinned and started doing them right away. Mia burst into laughter as Danni's tight butt moved up and down right in front of her face, distracting the rest of us only mildly from the spectacle that was Danni's double-D's flopping all over the place.

After 10, Danni sat down, cupping her boobs and blowing air over them as if they were smoking guns. We all laughed.

Liz spun next, and the bottle landed on me. Everyone grinned. No matter how tame this was, they'd enjoy it.

"Same dare!" Liz said, making everyone laugh.

Well, I thought, here goes. I stood and started jumping, and as expected my semi-hard dick bounced up and down, hitting me in the stomach each time. The girls all clapped when I was done, and Lauren offered the obligatory "I don't know how you guys walk around with those things."

I laughed and nodded to Danni to go. Danni spun, and it landed on Kelly again.

"OK, you got lucky that no one saw you last time," Danni said. "So for this dare, go through your phone and pick a guy who has never seen you naked, and send him a five-second SnapChat of your boobs."

For those of you who haven't used SnapChat, it lets you send a picture that displays on the person's phone for a few seconds and then disappears.

"Come on," Kelly complained. "You can take screenshots of SnapChat. I don't want my boobs ending up on the Internet. Although they're so small no one would want to see them."

That prompted a chorus of, "Oh, shut up, you have great boobs."

Danni then said, "OK, send it for two seconds."

"Fine," Kelly said, grabbing her phone. "Might as well make someone's night. Liz, I'll send it to your brother."

We all laughed. Liz's 19-year-old brother, Nick, was kind of nerdy. This might be the first set of boobs he had ever seen naked, though he always had gawked at the girls when they hung out at Liz's parents' house back in high school.

Kelly pointed the phone at her perky little tits, we heard a click, and it was done.

"Your turn, Mia," she said.

Mia nervously leaned forward to spin the bottle, affording me a nice view of her apple-sized titties hanging down. She had nickel-sized, dark pink areolas with eraser-sized buds, just about perfect as far as I was concerned.

SUNDAY STORY : Strip Poker: Five Girls, One Guy

From Literotica by WhiteGuy12

As I pulled my car to a stop in the driveway after a late night at work, all I wanted to do was sit on the couch, watch some ESPN and go to sleep.

I walked in the door and realized that was not going to happen.

Sitting in my living room were my girlfriend, Lauren, and four of her friends. They were drinking wine and giggling. "Great," I thought. "I get to deal with five drunk idiots now."

I had been with Lauren for three years, and if there was one thing I knew, it was that she liked her alcohol. She and her friends, all in their early 20s, loved to get out-of-control drunk.

This was one of those nights. Lauren - blonde, 5-foot-7, slim, with smallish breasts and a perfect, round butt - sat on the floor next to her best friend, Kelly. With dark-brown hair, Kelly was slightly shorter than Lauren, and super-skinny - like, Calista Flockhart-skinny. Not exactly my type, but I'd be lying if I said I had never wondered what it would be like to fuck her and just throw her around.

On the couch were Liz, Danni and Mia. Liz is about 5-foot-4, with a killer body, brown hair and the kind of pretty face that always made her the first one guys talked to in the bar. Danni is about 5-foot-1, with dirty-blonde, wavy hair and the biggest tits in the group, by far - at least double-Ds. Mia is the tallest of the group, about 5-foot-10, with brown hair and a pretty face. Mia had a great body, but it was always covered, as she was the goodie-goodie of the group - always the designated driver.

Even Mia was trashed tonight, though. As I peered into the kitchen, I saw several empty wine bottles.

They were all giggling, so I asked what was up.

"Liz and Danni both broke up with their boyfriends this week, and we were saying they should hook up with each other tonight," Lauren told me, almost falling over with laughter.

"And I want to join them, because I haven't gotten laid in two months," Kelly added.

I turned to Mia. "Are you going to make it a four-way?" I asked with a laugh. "You can all probably fit in the guest bed."

"Ha-ha, very funny," Mia said before hiccuping.

I wasn't even sure if Mia had ever had sex. The other three had had lots of it, though, so I let myself daydream for a second about them getting together.

That's when Mia surprised me. "From what I hear," she said with another hiccup, "You could take care of all five of us."

I froze. Then I looked at Lauren questioningly. "What exactly did you tell them?" I asked.

"Oh, relax, you already knew I told them a long time ago that you have a big dick," Lauren said. "And I might have also told them tonight that you can go all night."

"OK, this is awkward," I thought.

"Well, that's my cue to go watch ESPN in bed," I said with a smile.

"Noooooo!" they all said in unison.

"Sit down and have a drink," Danni said.

So I did. In fact, I had several beers. Before long, I was nice and buzzed, and the girls seemed to forget I was even there as their conversation turned into nothing but sex.

Danni finally took it to the next level. "Strip poker," she said. Everyone laughed it off, but she was persistent.

"C'mon, Liz and I need to let loose a little bit," she said.

"I'm in," I said, almost too quickly. Luckily, Lauren was so drunk that she didn't notice. She had a tendency to be the jealous type, but this time, she said, "What the hell, I'm in."

Mia didn't look thrilled, especially when Kelly said she was in.

"I'll pass," Mia said, her face turning red.

"Fine," Danni said, "but you have to go to bed, then, and you can't see his big dick when we get him naked."

Just hearing Danni talk about my dick made me start to get hard.

Mia thought about it for a minute and finally said, "Fine." She pulled her knees up to her chest, as if she didn't want to admit to herself what she had just agreed to do.

"OK," Danni said, taking charge. "Five-card stud, winner of each hand gets to take an item of clothing off someone."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said. "That's not fair. You'll all get me naked right away."

Danni stifled a smile, seeing that she had been caught. "OK, fine," she said. "Winner of each hand spins a bottle to see who has to strip. That way it should be even for everyone."

I thought for a second. "Sure, that works," I said. I knew I was at a disadvantage, since all the girls had bras on, but I was also the most sober person there, and I knew a little bit of poker.

So we started. Everyone gave up socks first, no one wanting to be the first to show skin. We didn't count shoes, belts or jewelry, and we made Mia take off her cardigan before we started.

The first person to lose a real article of clothing was Liz. She had just given up her second sock when the bottle, once again, landed on her. I had spun it, having yet to lose a single article myself.

Liz turned red and looked around before pulling her blue, short-sleeved top off, revealing two grapefruit-sized breasts in a pink bra.

"OK, let's go!" she urged, not wanting to be the only one topless.

So we kept playing. Before long, I had lost both my socks, but every one of the girls except Mia had lost their shirts. Mia was on a roll, winning several hands, focusing so intently that it was almost as if she had sobered up. She had no desire to lose anymore clothes.

The first person to lose pants was Kelly. She shimmied out of them and sat back down in just her bra and panties.

Lauren and Danni lost their shorts next. Then, finally, Mia lost. But instead of taking off her top, she slipped her jeans off. "Just like bikini bottoms at the beach," she reasoned, more to herself than anyone.

Mia proceeded to win the next hand, and her spin landed in between me and Kelly, who was down to her bra and panties. Man, I wanted to see her pert little A-cups. But the skinny girl looked hesitant, and I didn't want the game to end. So I said, "That's me," and took off my shirt.

That left me, Kelly, Lauren and Danni with two items each, and Mia and Liz with three each.

I won the next hand, and it landed on Danni. This time, I wasn't afraid of the game ending.

Danni pretended too be embarrassed - hey, maybe she was a little bit - but reached back and undid her bra, releasing those monsters. They were phenomenal. They almost looked fake, cantaloupe-sized with quarter-sized areolas and nipples pointing at me like erasers.

Trying not to look like a slut, Danni quickly covered her boobs as much as she could with her arms, and we moved on.

Liz lost her pants next, and then Lauren lost her bra. "Whoooo!" She said, tossing it aside and taking a big gulp of wine.

Game on.

Then Danni lost again and had to take off her panties. She stood up and slid them down her legs, revealng a small landing strip above a totally shaved pussy. She looked me in the eye as I checked out her mound. I quickly looked away.

Mia looked around hopefully. "So, it's over?"

"No way!" Danni said. "If I lose again, I'll do a dare."

So we kept going. Somehow, Mia kept winning. Before long, I was down to my boxer briefs, and Lauren, Liz and Kelly joined Danni in the nude. Unlike Danni, all three of them were fully shaved. Like Danni, though, they were drunk enough that they seemed to lose their inhibitions.

I was in my glory. All of them were half-heartedly trying to cover up, but they were drunk enough that they weren't too embarrassed, even though this was the first time I was seeing any of them besides Lauren naked.

But nobody had had to do any dares yet. If it was anyone else with three articles of clothing left, I'm sure everyone would have called it a night. But they were determined to get Mia naked.

Mia won the next hand, though. She wasn't sure what to do when the bottle landed on Kelly.

"Dare her," Danni said, still trying desperately to cover her enormous tits.

"OK," Mia said slowly. "Kelly, I dare you to kiss Liz on the lips."

Kelly laughed and didn't hesitate to get up and give Liz a peck. There was no tongue, so the best part for me was actually getting a long look at both girls' butts - Kelly, with the tiny little ass on her skinny legs, and Liz with her runner's physique.

Finally, the bottle landed on Mia next. She seemed to have a lot easier time taking her top off, though, with the other four girls naked. Mia still had her bra and panties.

SUNDAY STORY : Jack And Jill

From Literotica by m_storyman_x

Yep, this was really the way to spend your eighteenth birthday, sitting on your own bed, a pile of penthouse magazines spread around, stroking yourself. Yeah, this was really the best.....NOT!

I should be out with my girlfriend getting some birthday sex! Yeah, that's what I should be doing...that is IF I had a girlfriend and IF she was the type of girl to put out. Let's face it, for us geeks, these are few and far between. Hell. The last girl that was my "girlfriend" - the farthest I managed to get was one time in the back of the car with my hand down her panties and her stroking me off. Not exactly what these magazines arrayed around me on the bed have described as good sex. 

Hell. It was my senior year in high school, and I was still a virgin for Christ's sake. You'd have thought that someone, anyone would have wanted to have sex with me.

I wasn't bad looking, maybe a little thin. I tried running track, but I preferred spending time tinkering with electronics and computers. THAT was what I was really good at. Maybe it would land me a lot of money after college, but right now, tonight, what I really really wanted was to have one of the buxom, sexy women on the pages of these magazines come to life and ride me until I popped. 

I was so intent on the image of a rather large breasted woman on the page of my magazine, staring at her hard protruding nipples as she bent toward me from the page of the magazine, almost as if she were going to reach out and touch me, my hand slowly stroking my rock hard cock that I didn't even notice my twin sister slip into the room. 

"Jack?" She practically whispered, standing half way to my bed from the door to the bathroom that connected our two bedrooms.

"FUCK JILL!" I squeaked loudly quickly trying to cover my cock with my hand and the magazine, as she stood staring where my hand had just recently been stroking my cock.

Yeah, you heard right. Twin sister, and yeah, my parents had one hell of a sense of humor. We were twins, but in so many ways opposites. Obviously I was a guy and she was a girl. Not only a girl, but a damn hot one. She definitely got my mother's looks and body. Large round breasts that I had gotten a few glimpses of over the years, shapely hips and legs, large doe eyes, and shoulder length brown hair. Oh yeah, she was also the popular one. You know the kind, cheerleader in school, boys fawning all over. I was quite sure she wasn't a virgin, although she hadn't ever admitted it to me in so many words. Hell, for twins we didn't even share the same birthday. I was born at eleven fifty and she was born a full hour later, the next day. Yeah, as twins we were pretty much opposites, but we were also pretty close, at least for brother and sister.

We had bedrooms on the second floor of our house that shared a common bathroom. It had caused a number of sibling rows over the years, with each of us accidently walking in on the other. I'd seen her bare tits a few times, and her bare ass more than once, while she had walked in on me a few times, fortunately NOT while I had a hard on or was stroking myself off in the shower. You know teen age boys...we were always horny. Well, now she was standing in my room in a pale yellow nightshirt that came down to the middle of her thighs, staring at the magazine that had my rock hard cock hidden under it.

"DAMN Jill! You could have knocked!" I said much more quietly, not really wanting my parents to hear us and come see me with all my magazines out.

"I did!" She hissed back. 

"So what do you want?" I asked irritably, wishing she'd leave.

"Well, I was going to ask a favor," she said, finally moving again, but still toward me and the bed. "But I think you need one more than I do."

"What does that mean?" I snapped, as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hip only a few inches from mine, and the magazine covering my still hard cock.

"It means..." she whispered, reaching out for the magazine over my cock and gently tugging on it, "...that I'm willing to give you one more birthday present." 

I slid my other hand to help cover my hard on, my eight and a half inch long shaft still partly uncovered even with both hands trying to hide it. "What? I'm supposed to have sex with my sister?"

"Not exactly," she whispered. "I know how hard it's been for you to keep a girl friend." She said, worming her hand under mine until she was able to grasp my hard cock in her soft hand. "I just thought maybe you'd want someone else to do this on your birthday."

"Who? You?" I squeaked in surprise as she reached for my wrist and gently pulled one hand away from my cock.

"Sure, why not? I mean we've seen most of each other's bodies before, right?"

"Sort of. I mean, I've seen your boobs, but that's it. I've never seen your pussy or anything." I practically whispered.

"Have you ever seen one, up close I mean?"

"Yeah, of course!"

"Really? Who?" She asked, looking at me sternly. She could always tell when I was lying to her.

"Okay, so I haven't."

"So do you want to? See one I mean?"

"What, Yours?" I asked incredulously.

"Maybe. Maybe someone else's too."

"Seriously? You're going to fix me up with a date?"

"Not exactly," she said quietly, her hand starting to slowly stroke my cock, that seemed to have softened a little and was quickly regaining its full proportions at the thought of a real pussy. "You know I'm having some friends over tomorrow," she said quietly.

"Yeah," I answered after several seconds of silence.

"You know Mary Todd, right? I guess that's a silly question. Every time she's over here you're staring at her chest as if you stare long enough you'll be able to see through her shirt. Anyway, her dad doesn't let her date boys and she turned eighteen three weeks ago, and well... she's never seen a hard dick before. I just thought that maybe I could convince you to let her see yours," my sister finally blurted out. 

I was shocked, to say the least. I stared at her like she had three heads. She really wanted me to flash one of her friends my cock? Like I didn't already have enough of a reputation at school and in the locker room.

"She'd be naked too," Jill added.

"Seriously?" I asked. "You want me to do what? Play show and tell?" I wasn't about to tell her that I'd do that in a heartbeat if it meant seeing Mary naked. I didn't want her to think I was perverted or anything, but naked? DAMN!

"Not exactly. A few of us have this idea that if we play some sexy games and get her naked, we can dare her to come in naked and play with your cock. I mean I know it's a lot to ask, but, well, you do have a pretty big cock," she whispered.

Her comment brought my attention back to the fact that my cock was again fully hard, and fully on display, with her hand wrapping around it as far as it could, slowly stroking it. 

"I don't know, I guess I can do that," I agreed after a few seconds of silence.

"Good. Now I don't want you to act like you've never seen a pussy before," she said, taking her hand from my cock as she stood up. For a moment I thought that was the end of the conversation, but instead she reached up under her nightshirt and pulled down her little white panties, stepping out of them. She stared at my eyes and watched my reaction as she grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and skimmed it up and off her body, leaving her standing there as naked as I was.

"Damn." I muttered as I started at her perfectly formed breasts, each the size of a large orange, and each topped with a half dollar sized areola and rock hard nipple. I let my eyes run down her body, examining her thin waist, round flowing hips and the modestly sized, neatly trimmed tuft of hair at the juncture of her legs. I stared for a long time before looking up to her face again, seeing her chewing her lower lip slightly as she looked at me.

"Well?" She asked expectantly.

"Damn sis. I know why the guys are always trying to get you naked!"

"I take it you like the view?"

"Uh, yeah," I answered with a wry smile. "Like I wouldn't?"

"If you ever, EVER tell anyone about this, I'll kick you so hard between your legs that you won't be able to walk straight for a week!" She hissed sternly.

"Honest sis. Not a word! Just stand there and let me look a bit more!" I said, moving one hand back to my cock. I mean yeah, she's my sister, but damn! This is TONS better than a magazine, I thought to myself as I started to slowly stroke my cock.

Without a word she reached for my hand and pulled it gently away from my cock. She held my hand out in space and then, still holding it, crawled up onto the bed, setting one knee on one side of my waist and swinging her leg across so that she straddled my waist on her knees. "Do you know how to make a woman come with your fingers?" She asked quietly as I stared at her pussy, now only two feet or so from my face, her legs spread slightly so she could straddle my body.

"Sort of," I answered honestly. I'd made Debbie come that one time, but I wasn't really sure exactly how. 

"Well, if Mary lets you touch her, you better know more than sort of." She said huskily as she pulled my hand down toward her pussy. She gently turned my hand palm up and pressed it between her legs, my palm pressing to her round fat outer lips. "Now, press your middle finger up between my lips. Not too hard, just enough to push my lips apart. That's it," she cooed as I felt her hot wetness envelope my middle finger. "Now slowly pull it along this way," she coaxed, pulling my wrist along so that my finger dragged along her wet slit. "Keep it pressed deep. Now feel for my clit. Do you know what it feels like?"

"Not exactly," I admitted, a bit breathlessly.

"Here. I'll help you." She said, sliding her hand down from my wrist to rest on my hand, her fingers guiding my fingers until I felt a hard little nub press against my finger. She sucked a breath of air in quickly and held it as she pulled my fingers along, dragging my middle finger across her clit. "Just like that." She panted after a few seconds. "Now you try it!"

I pushed my hand back along her pussy, pressing my finger deep between her lips until the tip tried to push up into her tunnel and then pulled slowly back again, dragging my finger across her clit again. 

"Ohhhh yeah. That's good. Keep doing that, but a little faster," she coaxed as I started another stroke. "Let your finger push up into me. It's okay to do that." She moaned softly.

"Like this?" I asked curling my finger up and pushing it into her tunnel. I could feel her soft vaginal walls clench around my finger as I pushed it up inside her. 

"Oh yeah. Now pull it out as you slide your finger along my pussy. Ohhhhh fuck yeah, just like that. Now push back. Just let your finger curl up into me as you do!" she moaned softly. 

I began stroking my finger in and out of her pussy, feeling her becoming wetter with each passing minute. She leaned toward me so she was on all fours, her tits hanging in front of my face as my hand slid along her pussy, my finger diving in as far as I could push it.

"Women like to have their nipples played with. You can either suck on them or tease them with your fingers." She coaxed, letting out a deep moan as I leaned my head up and closed my lips around one hard nipple. "Tease it with your tongue!" She groaned softly. 

I could feel her leg, where my hand was resting on her thigh start to quiver as I continued stroking into her with my other hand, one tit sucked deep into my mouth was my tongue flicked across and swirled around her rigid nipple. 

"Oh fuck I'm gonna come," she moaned softly, her whole body getting stiff as her legs and arms trembled. I could feel the wetness of her pussy suddenly increase until it was literally dripping off my hand onto my stomach, a long low deep moan slipping from her lips as her tunnel contracted around my finger and tried to grip it and keep it from slipping out again. "Ohhhhh shit. Oh shit oh shit." She mumbled as her hips involuntarily tried to hump my palm, grinding her clit against it. Her whole body shook and jerked for what seemed like five minutes before it stilled, the tremors slowly fading away. She pushed herself up, pulling her tit from my mouth as she knelt erect over me, her finger tips slowly stroking my chest and stomach as she stared down at me, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Did I do okay?"

"Oh fuck yes. God if you did that to all your girlfriends you'd never be without a date." She panted. "Now it's your turn." She scooted herself back down my body on her knees, reaching between her legs for my cock. As she slowly bent over, dropping her chest toward mine, I thought she might be putting me into her pussy, but instead she held me against her sopping wet pussy and sat down, her lips spread by my fat shaft and my cock trapped against my stomach by her pussy. 

SUNDAY STORY : Bonus Story : My Sister And Her Friends

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