Falling for My Son's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  “But why?” she asked plaintively. “Why? Why why why? When we’d already had explosive sex, when I’d already tasted you and I wanted you so badly.”

  A rush of heat circled my groin at those words before settling in my balls, my dick growing hard as I looked at her. It was hard to explain. We wanted the money from her mom, and the bribe of free tuition had been enough to draw a line between us, to erect an invisible wall between Virginia’s daughter and the Jones boys.

  But it seemed so lame that we’d given up a relationship with our stepsister in exchange for cold, hard cash. So instead of trying to explain with words, we let our bodies do the talking.

  “Ana,” said my brother tenderly, “let us make it up to you.”

  And with that, he crouched on the floor next to her, brushing her hair off her face. Her cheeks were tear-stained, but there had never been anyone more beautiful, her body lush, her gorgeous features haloed by golden tendrils of hair.

  Ana sighed and gave a half-hiccup, half-sob.

  “Seems like we’re always meeting in the forest, huh?” she asked, lifting a hand to wipe ruefully at her cheeks. “Wonder why?”

  “Sometimes it’s fate,” I said darkly and bent my head to kiss her.

  And it was pure magic, as if the world were cracking open. Her lips didn’t respond at first, still beneath mine, trembling as I tasted gently, running my tongue along that seam, tracing the outline of her mouth.

  But with a sigh she gave in, opening her mouth, letting me explore, and I was immediately into that sweet cavern, pulling her into my arms, close into my masculine heat, letting her bask in the warmth of our twin suns.

  Because Pax was behind her now, massaging those slim shoulders, slowly undoing the dress she’d worn to graduation.

  “You won’t need this anymore,” he growled, slipping the fabric off, and Ana lifted her head for a moment, dazed, as the material fell off revealing her big, luscious breasts.

  Now I’ve seen a lot of racks in my life, but my stepsister’s are grade A+, and that’s not an overstatement. Big, bouncy boobs of the palest cream, topped with deep pink nipples already hard, dying to be sucked. She was perfectly proportioned, each breast like a scoop of ice cream made of the tastiest vanilla.

  And taste we did. My brother and I dipped our heads simultaneously, each taking a nipple in our mouths, rolling and sucking the puffy flesh, savoring the special flavor of willing female as Ana dropped her head back with a sigh, baring her swan-like neck, gasping as we drank our fill.

  Because she was gorgeous, and we were two male animals finally taking what was ours again, marking our territory, letting her have a night to remember before we went our separate ways once and for all.

  With hungry hands, we tore the dress off, leaving her with nothing but the barest of silk panties on. With a chuckle, I ran a finger along the crotch, lightly nudging her legs apart, letting my digits explore, feel that warm satin.

  “You like, don’t you?” I murmured. And gratifyingly, the wet spot I’d been tracing at the center of her panties darkened even more, her little pussy anticipating what was to come, lubing the way for its ultimate satisfaction.

  My bro, meanwhile, hadn’t let up on her boobs. He weighed one in each hand, testing their bounce, their heft in his hands, grunting at the way they bobbled up and down, her eighteen year-old body ripe and nubile at once.

  “Damn,” was all he managed before pressing her boobs together and devouring both nipples in one gulp, suckling them simultaneously, letting the girl get the benefit of twin jolts of electric energy.

  “Oh yeah,” I grunted, stroking her wet folds as my twin went to town. “Harder, she’s getting wetter from the boob-suck, do it harder.”

  And with a nod, Pax went at it again, literally slurping as much of that creamy white flesh as he could manage, pulling deeply on her nips, squeezing and kneading as the girl let out breathy little cries, yips and gasps of pleasure.

  “Oh oh oh!” she moaned, her head thrashing on the wooded floor as we went to town, enjoying our own personal feast of female flesh.

  Pax wasn’t done though. Lifting his head, he pushed her gazongas together and upwards towards Ana’s mouth.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  Ana’s eyes flew open, shocked. Suck her own tits? That was so dirty and it seemed impossible, involving acrobatic contortions.

  But that’s why we like our girls to be big-titted, it lets you do all sorts of things a pancake wouldn’t be able to do. Slowly, Ana bent her chin and craning her neck a little, she licked tentatively at her nipples, the pink tips growing even harder.

  But Pax wanted full-on suck force, not just a few licks.

  “Harder,” he commanded again, his voice strained.

  And this time, Ana didn’t resist. She bent her head and fastened her lips on those nips, sucking the rosy tips with everything she was worth, her cheeks hollowing, a slight vacuum sound emanating as the pressure mounted.

  And I could tell it was good, her eyes flying open with pleasure, her waist twisting and jerking slightly as I grounded her, two fingers now buried tight in that little cunny, reaching deeply into her wet warmth. The moment she’d started sucking, I’d penetrated her with a digit, sliding my finger into that moist darkness, letting the puffy channel of flesh envelop me, moving my finger up and down rhythmically, the sweetest of internal massages.

  And the stimulation caused her to cream, her juices streaming like a waterfall now, my hand so deep in her twat that you could only see my wrist as it moved in and out, the female cream running all the way to my elbow before dropping off onto a bed of leaves.

  “Mmm,” grunted Pax, glancing at my hand buried in her cunt. “That looks good. Get her loosened up and ready, and then let’s hit it.”

  And it was true. Neither of us could wait much longer, we’re usually dudes who invest hours into foreplay, letting girls writhe in ecstasy, twist with pleasure before giving them a taste of donkey dong in their secret place.

  But Ana was different. She was so unbelievably sexy, so desirable, so fresh and nubile that our cocks couldn’t wait, they needed to be buried in that flesh asap.

  So without losing a beat, I unzipped with my free hand, Pax doing the same. And hearing the slur of the zipper immediately startled Ana from her stupor, her eyes flying open between licks at her nips, searching for what she’d been missing these couple months.

  “Ohhh,” she gasped. “Yes, please.”

  Our masts were out and waving, stiff as hammers, ready to bang a girl until she was senseless. And not just that but there was the pure size too, the sheer splendor. Fifteen inches aroused, standing to attention in the cool air, hot veins throbbing along both sides, our ball sacs tight and ready to shoot.

  And with a slight sigh, Ana immediately lay back, offering her body to us, the most beautiful display, her mouth already forming a tempting “O.” Pax has never been into delayed gratification and he immediately swung his massive form to straddle her head, a knee on each side while pointing that big dick at her mouth.

  “Eat it girlie,” he commanded, sperm already pooling at the tip, dropping into her waiting mouth, and I watched with satisfaction as Ana craned her neck forwards to lick his glans, savoring the sweet and salty taste of semen, before sucking genteely on his dickhead, like a lady savoring her first bite of an appetizer.

  But she was a hungry little slut because her pink tongue snaked out and wrapped around his glans, wiping up every drop of sperm while my brother braced himself, shaking with pent-up desire, his big body tight with need, the tantalizing actions almost driving him over the edge.

  “Suck,” he commanded again, voice raspy, making eye contact with the little girl whose mouth he was about to fuck.

  And this time, Ana did his bidding. With a sigh, she opened her mouth wide, letting those lips begin to climb up his cockpole, and began sucking in earnest, pushing her mouth up that formidable length, savoring the manly musk filling her nostrils.

  “Um
mmph,” she moaned in pleasure, eyelids floating closed. “Umph, umph, umph,” she ground out as that monster edged between her lips, each grunt driving it a little deeper down her throat.

  Meanwhile, it was time for me to get a part of the action. I needed my share of this sweet, tempting body and I knew exactly where to start. Moving between her legs, I lifted them up and apart so they were in a wide V, the pink open and glistening, ready to accept anything, be it mouth, fingers or dick.

  Licking my palm, I fondled my shaft, lubing it up and down, getting that dicksweat up so that we were ready to pummel. And I reached forward to test the waters a bit, touch that savory pink flesh, quivering like gelatin as I passed a finger over her hard nub.

  The answering gush between her legs was all I needed.

  “Fuck,” I grunted. “This is one hot filly.”

  And like that, I began tracing my dickhead around her clit. The little nub grew hard, harder still, filling me with amazement. Because this girl was anatomically blessed. Her little clit got so stiff and big that it was literally the size of my thumb, poking up between her vag lips like a flower, a mini-dick to be stroked and loved.

  Unable to resist, I rubbed my dickhead all over that clit, circling it, massaging my flesh against hers, grinding my pole against her until she began wriggling, her legs twitching, even spasming a bit as I teased.

  “You need it, don’t you?” I asked gutturally, my voice harsh and filled with desire. There was no answer but her little dick swelled up even more, telling its own story.

  Now most guys would have fucked right into her, but trust me, as a man with a lot to give, I don’t do that to my partners. Ana had a particularly small twat and it would have been sheer torment, the fit too tight.

  So I pushed my dickhead against her hole a bit, that pussy stretching valiantly around my mast, trying to take it, to accept donkey for the first time.

  “Relax,” I soothed, “It’ll feel good, I promise.”

  And although I couldn’t see her face with my brother humping her mouth, her sweet cunny gave me all the answer I needed. It clenched at first, tightening around my dickhead and then relaxed, the lips becoming more elastic, almost kissing my glans on each side.

  “Thatta girl,” I crooned. “Take Daddy’s dick, kiss it and touch it.”

  And I began sliding my length in, pushing against that spongy resistance, groaning as the cunny stretched and accommodated, that slick, slippery warmth taking more, more and then some more.

  I had to be at least five inches in now, five agonizing miles of pleasure … but there were still ten to go.

  Tensing my hips, I decided to go for it. With one drive, I thrust forward swiftly, burying myself balls-deep in that sweet, hot cunny, letting her little vagina take me deep.

  There was a squeal from up above, a startled grunt from my brother as she bit down on his dick, and I came to a stop as well. Because I’d felt the unmistakable punch of a barrier. I’d just busted a virgin, cherry-popped a teen girl.

  “Ah shit,” I grunted. “Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit.”

  But you think I stopped, let her relax a little? Hell, no! This little pussy was getting the ream, no ifs, ands, and buts about it.

  “Hold on girlie, it’s coming,” grunted Pax at her head, and the little girl held her breath in anticipation.

  Because my brother and I started fucking like rockstars, him going at it in her mouth, me between her legs, drilling that sweet, dripping cunt. She was so tight, so hot, that virgin flesh like a new rubber band, that I started blasting after only a few strokes, the sensations overtaking me as I shot reams of sperm into her puss, spraying those fertile fields with pure man milk.

  My brother, meanwhile, did the same. Overcome with lust, he blasted shot after shot of sperm into her mouth, the little girl swallowing furiously, her mouth full, almost choking with the white filling her oral cavity.

  And in the middle of blasting her, we pulled out and switched positions, double banging her in the mouth and twat once again, our DNA mixing for a creamy froth that only the most wanton girls could take.

  Ana didn’t let us down. Without missing a beat, she opened her legs, her mouth, letting us use her body, every receptacle ready for our cum, her limbs moving with an elasticity that surprised us, almost acrobatic in their ability to accommodate.

  And after it was all done, the three of us lay on the forest floor exhausted, limp, fluids covering us, smeared all over her body, pools of semen and pussy juice spattered on nearby leaves.

  “You like?” she asked sweetly, licking her lips, giving my dick one last swipe with that cunning pink tongue.

  Now I know she expected an answer like, “Oh yeah, I’m going to drill you again pronto” or “Hell yeah! Let’s get down tomorrow,” but Pax and I are unpredictable. Keeps girls on edge, you know?

  So I climbed off of her and stood up, shaking my dick dry, a few last droplets of semen flying in a spray.

  “Come on,” I said to my brother, not even looking her way. “Let’s beat feet.”

  And with a soft sucking sound, he pulled his dick from her twat, massive inch after massive inch appearing like a snake from a hole, shiny and glimmering with her pussy juices, shaking it off, droplets of man juice flying.

  “Yeah, let me get my pants on,” he rumbled, also not making eye contact with the girl.

  Because we hate doing virgins. It’s against our policy in fact, they’re too needy, too clingy, too everything. You can think what you like, but we’re not up for the responsibility of banging a girl for the first time, although plenty have asked, even propositioned us.

  So we got dressed pronto, ignoring the girl below us, her expression disbelieving, her body still nude and warm from our incredible sex session, even some big handprints still visible on those boobs and thighs.

  “What, you’re going to leave me here?” she sputtered, shaking her head in disbelief. “What am I, just a one-time fuck?”

  My brother and I shared a look but didn’t reply. Because yeah, she was, especially now that we’d discovered she was a first-timer. It’s not part of our M.O., and besides, we were headed to school on opposite coasts, it was better this way.

  Shielding her nudity as best she could, hands covering her breasts, crossing her legs to hide her cunt, the girl sat up on a bed of leaves and began shaking her head furiously.

  “Oh no you don’t,” she spat, “you don’t get to ignore me again. Not anymore,” she hissed, fury in her face, clouds in her eyes.

  But my brother and I had no words except the most mundane.

  “Sorry, little sister, no can do,” shrugged Pax, sliding a massive arm into his blazer. “It’s time.”

  “Time for what?” she practically shrieked, blonde tresses flying. God, she looked beautiful, even angry as she was.

  “It’s time for us to go our separate ways,” I rumbled, snapping my watch in place.

  And with that, Pax and I disappeared into the underbrush, leaving our girl nude, beautiful, and alone in the forest … again.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Stacey

  Tell me this: who takes a virgin and deserts them, in the middle of the woods no less, with her clothes in tatters and cream dripping from her body? It was downright shocking, but that’s what happened. I stumbled back to the parking lot and drove home, the whole time praying Pax and Peyton wouldn’t be there because I’d probably lose it if I saw them.

  Fortunately, their room was silent, thank god. I stumbled upstairs, blasting the hot water against my skin until I was positively scalded, the hot water pounding against my sore muscles, relieving the ache that permeated my very bones … and one secret space.

  I reached a finger down to touch, tentatively. Sure, I’ve experimented before, sometimes feeling myself, exploring, titillated at the wetness and soft flesh but a little scared of my own body all the same. It was the unknown and I’d always dreamt that my virginity would be taken in a big luxurious bed, a hot, handsome man covering my body with kisses,
rose petals lying around, sweet music playing in the background.

  But reality is just so different. Instead, I’d been out in the woods with two hot, hungry, alpha males pushing their way inside, doubly done, their massive dongs demanding. And I wanted to feel outraged, shocked, hurt, anything bad, but as my finger circled, a warm flood began gushing through my body again, my breathing growing harsh, raspy as I re-lived my outing in the woods.

  And so I came again in the shower, my body sore, aching in fact, and yet dreaming of two men who had left me disturbingly satisfied, my breasts heaving as I sated myself, the cream gushing down my thighs. It was crazy I know, that I could still come after all that had happened, so wrong.

  But perhaps it was already the beginning of the new me. I know I should have erased Pax and Peyton from my mind, purged them from my memory banks, bid adieu forever. But I didn’t. Instead, I packed my bags and got on a plane the next day to fly to my new life. What next? I wasn’t sure … but I wasn’t going back.

  PART II

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Stacey

  Present day …

  I’m now Stacey Light, Ana’s gone for good. It’s a play on my full name, Anastasia. Back then I was Ana, but Stacey suits me better now because I’ve transformed myself from gawky adolescent to sleek professional. After all, I used to be “The Bean,” a long-distance runner, gangly, legs windmilling, my arms like strings of rope.

  But at college, a reality check was in order. I was no longer a star, the MVP of the track team. Instead, I was positively slow compared to some of the other girls. Take my friend Kendada Niyembe, for example. We call her the Nigerian Breeze because she gave birth her sophomore year and then went on to Olympic trials eighteen months later, can you believe it? I’m so proud of her, and her baby’s the cutest to boot.

  But next to Kendada, it was clear I didn’t have a career as a professional runner. So I re-made myself by focusing on school, majoring in journalism with a minor in kinesiology, to show potential employers that I was serious about being a sports reporter. Then there were the endless rounds of interviews coupled with relentless networking. I wish the world didn’t work this way, that you didn’t have to shake hands, press the flesh so that people remember you, but I guess it helps.