She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  “Can I go with you?” I asked with a fake smile, hoping to escape from Axel’s horrifying mood later.

  “Well I guess you—No need mom, Aloise will only nag again. You don’t want that. Besides, we already have plans to do. Don’t we sis? Don’t forget. You promised.” Axel smiles, gripping my shoulders casually then he gives it a small squeeze.

  I nodded with a big fat smile, all an act in the end.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “Are you fucking him?”

  “What if I am?”

  Violently, he slides a hand behind my head and grabs a fistful of my hair, trapping me against the wall of his bedroom.

  “Are you fucking him?” His voice turns colder and his black eyes changes darkly that it scared me. I shake a little, “Yes. So?”

  Abruptly, he scoops me in his arms and I gasped. He carried me to his bed where he roughly set me down and quickly tied my hands to the bed post. Everything was too fast that I had no time to react and by the time I snapped back, Axel was already undressing me. I growled at him and tried to kick him but he caught my legs easily and bit the side of my thighs. I groaned at the pain and then he licked the same spot, licking it with his tongue as he lastly leaves a kiss on the aching spot.

  “Axel. You’re scaring me. Don’t do this.” My voice trembled.

  He left me unanswered and stripped me. I was naked and bare. And it embarrassed me. My cheeks turned red and I felt like hitting him. He spread my legs wide and his head was between my thighs, making me instantly squirm as his wet tongue licks on my pussy, tasting and sucking on my clit and slits, not leaving a spot unnoticed as he kissed every part with a teasing bite. I jolted and my hips jerked. He twirls his tongue around my clit then sucked on my clit so skillfully. I twinge and he gripped the side of my ass, giving it a pinch that I nudge to the side.

  “Fuck...” I moaned and bit the side of my mouth to stop myself from screaming. He kisses the lips of my pussy and faintly gnaws on it, making me shudder and close my thighs yet he suppressed my motion and licked on my clit harder.

  I was dripping wet and my pelvis rattled more and more. Smoothly, Axel slides his tongue inside my pussy, tasting and stirring all my insides, grabbing my legs in a stronghold to keep me at bay.

  “hmghhh.. Hgmmh...” I was panting, moaning and puffing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with the stimulating torture. Minutes of longing pleasure continue and his tongue ventures further down my fucking pussy, making me so damn sensitive and jittery.

  “I’m going to cum. I’m gonna’ cum.! I shouted, breaking down underneath him. My handsome cruel stepbrother prolongs the bittersweet torture. He constantly twirls his tongue and licks my vagina. Instantly, I let out an orgasm and Axel finally stops, pulling away from my jerking pelvis. He licked my love juices that stuck to his lips and he coolly wipes it with a finger, making me taste the bittersweet taste of my love juice as he puts and traces the finger inside my mouth. I licked his finger all over and he smirked at my dazed expression, “So beautiful.”

  I was panting, shaking and aching for more.

  “Let me take care of you baby sis.” He whispers in a low whisper.

  Straight away, his slides a finger down my pussy and my eyes shot tears, “NO!” I screamed, making him pause and stop as he looks at me, “It hurts! Stop it! Pull it out!” I cried. I was frightened of crossing the line, plus I was still aching and oh-so sensitive with sex.

  “You’re still a virgin?”

  “Ye-yes.”

  “Then why?”

  “I lied. I don’t have a fucking boyfriend. ” I confronted him, embarrassed and humiliated, “I just wanted to humor our mother.” I mumbled sheepishly.

  Axel shows me an emotionless face and then his lays his head down on my stomach. His hot breath warmed my skin as he rested his head. We were quiet for a while, both motionless yet I could feel that we craved for each other’s touch. Passionately, he planted sweet kisses on my belly, tracing all the way up to my breast, neck and jaw until his handsome face was in front of me. He was so full of passion, making it so unfair to deny his touch. He unties my hand, making me free to move and desiring, he cupped my face and leaned his forehead on mine.

  “Aloise. I’ll give in to a man’s desire. I want you. I really want you...”

  My body quivered and my heart beats faster. His shallow breathing on my jaw send chills on my spine and the sensation of his skin against mine made me chew on my lips.

  “Stupid, shut up and kiss me.”

  His deep kisses made me lose strength yet it also thrilled me. His light spanking and a huge teasing amount of foreplay made my mind cloudy.

  “Aloise, you make me so crazy ...”

  I smirked at him, biting my lower lip, “Were both crazy.”

  His hands travel all over my body, eagerly loving and kissing each sensitive spot. I breathe in with every stroke, staring straight on to his strong beautiful eyes.

  Gently, he slides a finger inside my wet tight little pussy, fingering me slowly and in firm motion. I squirmed and moaned as his finger starts to move faster inside my pussy. Thrusting, jabbing, swirling and rousing me up with extreme delight that I screamed for his name.

  “Axel!…Hmmnn.. please pull it—pull it out!” I was having spasms at the hard pleasure that he was offering. Uneasily, I quivered. His sexual plays were too overwhelming and stimulating. Soon, the hungry beast whispers softly, he pulls out his finger and tasted my love fluids once again.

  “Jerk...Don’t tease me so much...”

  “You’re so cute baby. I can’t help it.”

  He smiles so devilishly cunning. It was so attractive. I looked over to his pants and noticed that a huge bulge was waiting and seeking for my attention. I swallowed and my eyes darted at him, “I don’t think your monster cock will fit inside me...” I blushed and covered my face, feeling embarrassed at the words spoken.

  “Scream if it hurts and I’ll stop...” He says in a comforting tone, pulling my arms away as he gazed at my flustered look. I nodded anxiously. Leisurely, he pulls my legs wide open, drifting my thighs apart as he strongly and gently manipulates my body like it was his very own possession. It thrilled me. I was already too wet and shaky and I wanted him inside me.

  Slowly, I feel his huge twitching dick sliding down the entrance of my vagina, sinking deeper and deeper in a gentle pace. I cringed and my eyes shot open as Axel thrust his whole dick inside my vagina in a jab.

  “Aghh!” I screamed, more like a piercing scream as I feel his monstrous penis twitching and reshaping the inside of my vagina’s walls, thus breaking my hymen. Tears left my eyes as the immense pain mixed with the never ending pleasure. Everything was so raw. The scent of sex was too strong that it all becomes hazy.

  “Aloise. It’s alright...” Axel coos on my ear and he groans so sexily that my pussy tightens around him, making him groan again.

  “Urghh... So tight...Your make me so insane baby...”

  “…don’t stop ok?” I whimpered.

  Axel’s expression turns animalistic and I gripped on his shoulders tightly.

  He started moving quickly and rabidly, aching as he thrust in and out, endlessly repeating the sex. His thrusts were very fast and hard that it leaves me struggling to breathe and follow. His huge cock was already touching and kissing my womb. I could feel the blood searing out from my broken hymen yet also the intense pleasure and the hot sex that makes it numb.

  “Axel...you’re too rough...”

  “Do you want me to stop?” he whispers, squeezing both my breasts as he moves his hips with vigor.

  “No...It feels good.” I cry and he smirks, “Damn. You’re so fucking hot and tempting.” I blushed and he leads me and dominates me to follow his movement. I was left to catch my breathing. Instantaneous, he slammed his dick into my pussy and pounded me some more that I could feel my core being split open at his hugeness. Axel was aching for every part of me.

  I screamed for his name, again and again.

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nbsp; Each of his thrust was hard and rough, making me insane. My insides were too tight for him yet it hugged his huge penis perfectly. He groaned as well, making me confident for his carnal desires. I could never stop moaning and it gets louder when he sucked on my nipples, nibbling on it until it was red and swollen.

  Bit by bit, my strength and consciousness was leaving me. His thrust turns aggressive and his speed increases. I was addicted. I cling to his broad back and scratched it with my nails. He hissed and lets me do it so I can relax, I couldn’t so I also bit his neck, never letting go as he keeps on thrusting me so roughly. I was getting squeamish. I shake my hips to try and follow his skilled sync but it wasn’t working for me when the suffocating pleasure chokes my own skin. My vagina felt like it would break from the painful bliss. It was being grinded, rubbed, kissed and pounded into the shape of his penis as he kept rocking me over the bed.

  Faster. Rougher. Wilder.

  Just like hot crazed animals.

  “Oh fuck... please pull it out... I’m coming...” I whispered. Axel kissed my neck and licked my breast, creating exciting moments.

  “Not yet baby... Not yet...sshh…” he kissed my tears away. I bite harder on his skin and he grunted.

  “You’re so bad Aloise.”

  I was so out of breath yet the sound of thrusting only gets louder. His erotic solid thrusts were too obsessive. He wanted my body to crave for his touch.

  Soon, my stomach churned and my core sensate.

  “Pull it out! Pull it out!! Axel..! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum..!”

  “hngh! I’m coming too baby...! ” he growled back.

  Smoothly, he pulled his dick out of my pussy and jerked at my inner thighs. We cum together at the same time and then blood leaked out from my aching pussy.

  Breathing heavily, I looked at my handsome stepbrother, “…I hate you.”

  Axel gazed at my expression and he smiles lovingly, “I love you too.”

  “Serious?”

  “Yeah, want to have kids?”

  “No. Try ten years later.”

  “I definitely will.”

  STORY NINE

  Chapter 1

  “Fuck it,” I threw the coffee-filters in the trash-bin rather soundly, soon followed by the package they arrived in. Every second of effort put into trying to use one of them was an insult to my character. I’ll make sure to remember to buy a different brand, next time. One that didn’t fold itself back up once put in the machine, ending up spilling half the powder, making a fucking mess for me to clean, every time. At my age being single, keeping everything clean usually feels like a real necessity.

  A few years ago, I would have told my husband to fix this mess and buy new filters. At least he was good for that, being put to work. As long as he didn’t have to make a routine out of anything. Lazy bastard. I hoped his new flame, the little dark slut has fun rotting together with him, having to do everything herself. A smile crept onto my lips at the thought.

  An envelope lay on the table in the living room. A brightly colored envelope. It was open, and it was the one thing I refused to look at, or think about. Even thinking about my ex-husband and his new little snake-charmer of a woman was preferable to this.

  The sun was setting outside the kitchen window, and I knew I only had a couple of hours before my son came home from university. It was his first day, and I’d want to hear all about it, and tonight he would be initiat…. fuck, I wasn’t supposed to think about that.

  The frat-party. The initiation. All the things that could go wrong. He is all I have, now... now that Mark has left me. No! I had left him, because of what he did, and it was a long time ago now! I am my own woman. And my son is growing up… little David. At a frat-party, with strippers, and hookers, and older boys… no!

  I kicked the trash-bin and went to the envelope, reading the letter for the hundredth time.

  To all freshmen (and fresh women) of the University of Saint Thomas:

  September 17th, 10 p.m.

  Aula Minora, for the girls

  Aula Magna, for the boys

  Fan + shit = True.

  See you there.

  I went back into the kitchen and kicked the trash-bin again, for good measure. It was so childish. All of it. I had to be there. To see him through.

  I remembered my own initiation, which had been at a boarding-school, which was nothing like my son’s, but still. There had been tears, and for some there had been other fluids as well. I wasn’t afraid of my son getting pregnant, so there was that, but… “Aaahh!” I didn’t know what I was afraid of. It didn’t matter. I had to be there. With my boy.

  A couple of hours later, David opened the door and stepped into our apartment. We lived on the safety-floor, the second floor, which nowadays was the second least expensive one, because people had stopped valuing safety and started valuing view instead.

  But not me. Views were for summer-homes in the country. The place you live the rest of the time needs to be safe. Especially if you have a kid to look after.

  “Hey, kid,” I chirped, once he stepped around the hallway-corner, into the living room.

  “Hiya, mom. How are you?” the dark-haired, rather short boy answered. He hadn’t really inherited any physical traits from me, which always surprised people, especially now that we were alone, his dark hair contrasting strongly against my blonde, his brown eyes fencing with my blue ones.

  And my boy might end up being beaten with hot irons, while impregnating some hooker, getting all sorts of diseases in the process, tonight, and I can’t do anything about it.

  “So, how was school?” I continued in a happy, carefree voice.

  “Meh,” was the reply I got, before David disappeared into the kitchen, and started digging through the fridge and all the cabinets.

  “Are you nervous about tonight?” I added cheerfully.

  David laughed. “Nah, mom. I’m a big boy. I can handle whatever they throw at me. How bad could it be?”

  If he only knew how bad it could be, in my head.

  “That’s my boy,” was all I said, however, with a smile. Let him keep that innocence of his. I’d be there to protect him.

  “Anyway,” he said, “it’s only a few hours left, so I’m just going to eat something and then head back. Do we have anything?”

  “It’s in the oven,” I smiled.

  He smiled back, and turned around to check in the oven, where a hotchpotch of oven-baked root-vegetables had been sitting for about three and a half hours now, slowly softening to deliciousness in honey and butter.

  “Woah, awesome!” he exclaimed. “You haven’t done this in ages!”

  My smile widened, but my eyes were stressed. Might very well be his last meal, if I didn’t figure out a way to get into that party. Of course, non-degenerate women weren’t allowed.

  We wouldn’t want sanity to ruin the boys of our generation, would we? When they can learn to see little dark sluts as treats, instead? No.

  Suddenly, it struck me. My dress! My own frat-dress! It was in a box somewhere, to be sure! That would make me fit into any collection of strippers, and I still had the body to pull it off, didn’t I? I couldn’t help but look myself over.

  I was still in my thirties, and would be for another couple of months. I had always been beautiful, and I’d lived a physically easy life. I’d made sure to. In this world, beauty and the wisdom not to appear too intelligent were the sword and the shield respectively, for a woman, and I had carefully developed both, through education, and academic work.

  I am an author, and have managed to live well off it, though I am by no means famous. Erotic novels isn’t a genre that gets your face a lot of attention, but it generates a lot of money, and I’ve been doing it long enough to be able to make new books, merely from scrambling and fusing the content of stories I’ve written before. Eroticism was, after all, a repetitive field.

  But it had let me keep my beauty. My neck was long and smooth, my breasts still high and firm, not
that my old dress would allow anything else, my waist slender and my hips wide, but my butt firm, and my legs long. I’d probably outshine some of the professionals at the party, even.

  Girls too young to have fully developed their bodies always seemed attractive to men in theory, but when it came down to it, I had found that being a real woman always lets you end up on top, so to speak.

  “What are you smiling about?” my son asked, an overflowing plate in his hand and a fork on its way to his mouth before he’d even bothered to sit down.

  “Meh”, I answered cheekily, and David smiled. His smile was my greatest treasure.

  Not much was said, while David wolfed the food in front of him, and after another serving, it was time for him to go.

  His cocky words aside, I could see on him that he was nervous.

  “It’ll be fine,” I assured him, patting him on the back, “you’re a big boy. You can handle whatever they throw at you. How bad could it be?”

  He laughed, and hugged me. I hugged him back.

  “Have fun, you.” I said, ruffling his constantly messy hair.

  “I will,” he confirmed, opened the door, walked out, and closed it behind him.

  “Now,” I thought, “where is that dress?”

  Half an hour later, I was on my way. Not wanting to be recognized, and wanting to look more like a young sleaze than a classy lady, I’d intentionally put my make-up on clumsily and exaggeratedly, which had made the process quick. My old dress was almost squeaking; it was so tight. For being early autumn, it was warm, so even though the dress was almost short enough to be a top, I didn’t freeze.

  The university was close, and coming up on it, it wasn’t hard to spot the group of girls on their way to the boys’ party. I quietly slipped into the group, and was waved in by the guard by the door, a boy as young as the rest. Easier than I’d thought, but then again, boys had always been a little stupid around women, and about which women to let in, and which to shut out.