He continued to kiss her as her body reacted to his touch, her nipple hardening against his palm. His tongue probed her lips and she parted them to allow him entrance, meeting his with her own as it explored her mouth.
Then, just as suddenly, his mouth and hands were gone, and she was left arching into him with her mouth slightly parted and her nipple tenting out the fabric of her shirt. She blinked a few times, wondering if she’d imagined it. He stared down at her with concern.
“Why’d you do that?" she whispered.
He shook his head slightly. “I'm not sure. You were panicking and I had to do something. That's the only thing I could think of."
“You kissed me."
“I'm sorry. But it worked, didn't it?"
She thought for a moment. “Yeah, I guess it did. But why'd you grab my boob too?"
He blushed slightly. “Force of habit, I guess. Sorry."
She recalled his touch on her sensitive skin, and how good it felt when her nipple tightened in response. A shiver of pleasure went through her, and she realized she wanted his hand on her again. She stared up at him. Was she actually thinking about doing this?
“The ride," she said, “it's going to collapse. I just know it."
His eyes searched hers for a moment, and in that instant he knew that she was faking it, but he also knew what that meant.
“I'm scared," she whispered. “I need you to–”
He cut off her words with another kiss, his lips urgent against hers. Their tongues danced as his hand returned to her breast, his fingers pinching her erect nipple. She groaned softly into his mouth and slid her arms around his shoulders, arching herself into him.
She felt safe in the strength of his arms, and the warmth of his body. She sucked at his probing tongue and nibbled at his lips as their passion grew. His hand moved down and slid under the hem of her shirt, moving up to hold her breast through her bra. Her pussy pulsed with wetness from the contact, and she moaned again.
She moved her hand down to his muscular chest and felt his warmth through his shirt. Sliding lower, her fingertips bumped over the ripples of his abs before she rested her hand on the hard lump in his pants. He sighed in pleasure as she curled her fingers around his swollen shaft and rubbed him through the heavy denim.
Emboldened by her touch, he moved his hand down between her legs, which she spread in welcome as he slid up her thigh and cupped her mound. She groaned and pressed up against his hand.
Her pussy was hot and swollen, and was getting wetter by the second as she felt the outline of his surging cock. She’d heard some of the girls at school talking about how big her brother’s dick was, but she’d never gotten the chance to see it for herself, except when they used to take baths together when they were little.
His fingers worked at the button of her jeans, popping it loose and then tugging down the zipper. Her tongue became aggressive and probed into his mouth as his fingertips slid down over her bare stomach and delved beneath the elastic waistband of her panties.
“Oooh,” she breathed as his hand cupped her mound, tickling her pubic hairs. She groaned again as one of his fingers pressed between her labia and rolled over her swollen clit. Her slick lubrication coated them both, making his touch slick on her engorged flesh. After a few moments he slid his finger lower to probe into her tight hole, pushing apart her inner walls to fuck her with it. Her hand clutched hard at his cock as the pleasure radiated out from her core.
His finger was insistent, and he obviously knew what he was doing as her pleasure began to rise. She knew that if he continued, it wouldn't be long before she came. But she wanted more.
It took her a few seconds but she finally got the button of his pants undone. He lifted his hips to allow her to pull down his zipper. His cock pushed out the thin material of his boxers through the gap, the swollen head tenting the cloth.
Her fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled his underwear down, revealing his cock to her gaze for the first time. It was even bigger than she’d expected, long and thick with a mushroom-like head that was wider than the shaft. The smooth glans was smeared with his pre-cum which oozed from the slitted hole. Wasting no time, she twisted her body and leaned into his lap, bringing her mouth close to his swollen knob.
“Holly?" he said, obviously surprised by the turn of events. But then he groaned as her mouth closed over his cock and took him deep.
His male scent and taste almost overwhelmed her, cranking up her desire even further. She bobbed her head in his lap, sliding her lips up and down his steely shaft, keeping her grip tight. Each time she reached the end, she paused and licked over the stretched-tight skin of his cock head, flicking her tongue at the notched slot at the tip, searching for more of his flavor.
Because of her position, her legs were pressed together, but his hand was still on her, now held in place by her thighs. His finger continued to work inside of her, alternating between pressing into her tight cunt, and flicking over the erect nub of her clit.
She tried to calculate how much time they had left, wondering if they had enough time to do what she had in mind. But her desire overrode any logic, and she knew she had to have him inside of her.
After giving his cock a last kiss and then straightening up, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties and pushed them down to her knees. Then she moved up on him, sitting on his lap with her back against his chest.
“Oh god,” he groaned, as her ass pressed down on his stiff erection.
She lifted up slightly, giving herself room to reach down between her legs and position his cock head at her slick entrance. When she felt the bulbous head nestle into the mouth of her cunt, she relaxed her legs and slid down on him, taking him completely into her in one smooth thrust.
“Uhhhhhh,” she moaned, as she felt herself being stretched wider then she’d ever been before. Her inner labia gripped his thick base as his spongy knob pressed against her womb. Copious fluids seeped from her velvet walls, coating both of them with its slickness as she gripped him tightly with the muscles of her cunt. Her pussy felt packed with his engorged, hard flesh, and waves of pleasure rolled through her body.
She looked down at the brightly-lit carnival, making sure that no one could see what they were doing. Satisfied that they had their privacy, she began to slowly move on him, raising her ass as his cock withdrew, and then down again, taking him back into her tight clasping depths.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, and slid his hands up under her shirt, cupping her breasts through her bra and tweaking her nipples. Then he hooked his fingers in the lacy upper edges and pulled the bra down, allowing her breasts to slide free. Her erect nipples pressed into his palms as he cupped the weight of her breasts in his warm hands.
As she continued to ride the iron spike of his cock, her pleasure rose quickly, and she knew she was only seconds away from coming. From the sounds of his grunts, he wasn't too far behind. Picking up speed slightly, she jammed her pussy down onto him, groaning each time his cock speared deep.
He began to roll her nipples in his fingers, pinching and tugging the distended points. She cried out from the mixture of pleasure and pain, loving his rough touch on her sensitive flesh.
The pleasure condensed down inside of her, forming a tight ball as she teetered on the edge. Her breath was ragged as she bounced her ass on her brother’s thick cock, driving them both towards that cliff.
He got there first, grunting loudly and flexing his hips, thrusting his cock up deep into her gripping cunt. She felt his dick jerk in her tight embrace, followed by the warmth of his spurting seed. The sensation was enough to send her over the edge, and her climax ripped through her in powerful waves, her inner walls fluttering over his throbbing dick.
They held that way for a long moment, with his cock pressed deep into her as their mutual pleasure rolled through them. Finally, she relaxed back into his chest, loving the feel of his arms embracing her tightly. She could feel their combined fluids oozing from
their tight union, where they ran down his ballsack and dripped off onto the floor of the car.
After a minute she moved off of him, his softening cock sliding wetly from her intimate grasp. They pulled up their pants and buttoned them, and she enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm fluids leaking out into the crotch of her panties as she readjusted her bra.
They held each other without speaking until the wheel lurched forward, causing them to pull apart and give each other guilty looks. When they looked down, they saw that the carnival workers had separated the wheel from the engine, and were manually turning it, stopping each car at the bottom to allow the occupants to get off. They realized they had a few minutes to talk.
“Holly, are you okay?"
She gave him a soft smile. “I'm great. That was amazing."
He grinned. “It was, wasn't it?"
She thought for a moment. “I think you cured me of my fear."
His smile widened. “I'm glad to hear it."
She leaned over for a kiss, but when he offered his lips she reached up and turned his head to the side, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thanks, brother."
“You’re welcome, sis.”
They never got together like that again, but to this day, Holly’s no longer scared of Ferris wheels. As a matter of fact, she looks forward to riding them, because each time she does, her pussy gets wet as she thinks about that special night she shared with her brother.
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Taboo Voyeurism
A story by Jean-Luc Cheri exclusive to this collection
“Tommy, did you fill out those college applications yet?”
“I’ll get to them,” I replied, rolling my eyes at my stepmother.
“You’ve been saying that for months now. It’s July. If you wait any longer, you won’t get in anywhere.”
I shrugged. “So? I’ll just start next semester.”
“And what are you going to do in the meantime? Sit around the house in your pajamas watching television like you are right now?”
“Maybe,” I said, “What difference does it make? Look around, Karen. When Dad died he left us this house and a boatload of cash. Neither one of us has to work another day in our lives if we don’t want to.”
“It’s not about working. It’s about doing something with your life. You’re eighteen now.”
“You mean like you did? Marrying a rich guy when you were twenty-one, and then having him die of a heart attack a year later, inheriting his money and his company? Was that what you wanted to do with your life?”
She glared at me. “I loved your father. It wasn’t about the money. Plus, I have my college degree, and a job I love going to every day.”
“Whatever. It doesn’t change the fact that here we are, with all his money, and I have a stepmother who’s only five years older than me, trying to tell me how to live my life.”
“You call this a life? Sitting around doing nothing?”
I picked up a stray Cheeto off the couch cushion and popped it into my mouth. “What can I say? I’m enjoying myself.”
She shook her head, her blonde hair bouncing. “I can’t believe you’re not a fat blob from how you sit on the couch all day and eat that crap.”
I grinned and patted my flat stomach. “It’s the metabolism baby. Don’t be jealous.”
She sighed. “Pathetic. I’m going to work.”
I waved her away with my hand. “Go and join the soiled masses. I’ll be here living the life of luxury.”
“Speaking of soiled masses, have you washed those pajamas lately? I can smell them from over here.”
“Hey,” I said grinning, “I wash these once a month, whether they need it or not.”
“Goodbye,” she said, and walked out the door.
Good riddance. What a pain in the ass she was. What right did she have to tell me what to do? She wasn’t my real mother. She was just lucky enough to get a college internship at my dad’s small pharmaceutical company, and then catch his eye. He must’ve enjoyed the sex, because they were married within six months. I had to admit, Dad was the happiest he’d been since my Mom died ten years earlier. Then the phone call came, with the doctor informing me that Dad had collapsed in his office at work, and had been rushed to the hospital. He died before either Karen or I could get there. He left the company to her, and she stepped right in and took over where he left off.
So now, we were living in this house together, with two completely different ideas on how to spend my dad’s money. She spent hers on nice cars and clothes, and I spent mine on snacks and porn DVDs.
Speaking of which, I had a new one I was checking out before Karen came down from her shower and interrupted me. It was titled Virginal Babysitters #129. Who would’ve thought there were so many virginal babysitters willing to fuck on film?
I pressed the remote and switched back to the DVD. A cute teen girl had her face buried in another girl’s bald twat, licking furiously. Nice.
The two girls moved into a sixty-nine, and I watched intently as the one on the bottom pulled apart the other’s asscheeks and began teasing the exposed puckered asshole with the tip of her tongue. Sweet! My cock began to return to its former hardness, before I had to quickly stuff it back in my pajamas when I heard Karen coming down the steps.
I reached in and pulled it back out through my unbuttoned fly. It was semi-hard, and arched out in a long drooping curve. My eyes refocused on the television screen as I gripped my cock in my hand and began softly stroking it. The top girl was now sucking her friend’s large clit between her lips, as she jammed a few fingers into her smooth pussy. I loved porn with a good plot.
My cock was almost at full hardness, sticking straight out, as my hand stroked up the shaft. Abandoning it for a moment, I brought my hand to my mouth and spit into it, relaying the saliva back to the head of my cock, smearing the lubrication over the smooth skin.
In the movie, a guy appeared out of nowhere and was fucking his large cock into the top girl from behind. His dangling balls were right in the other girl’s face, and she licked at them passionately, sucking each in turn into her mouth. Damn, I’d never met a girl who licked my testicles with that much enthusiasm.
My hand found an easy rhythm on my cock, and I stroked it distractedly as I watched the action on the screen. I was imagining it was my hard dick sliding into the girl, and I wondered how tight her pussy was. The rational part of my brain concluded it probably wasn’t very tight, since she’s a porn star who has monster cocks in her every hour of the day. But the lustful part of my brain won out, brushing those thoughts aside as I fantasized she was an innocent high school babysitter, having her tight little virginal pussy invaded for the first time. Yeah, that was better. I was getting close.
And, the fact was, I’d fucked plenty of tight pussies while in high school over the past few years – some of them even belonged to virginal baby sitters – so I knew what they felt like. But lately, I just couldn’t work up enough enthusiasm to actually go out and find a live girl. It was so much easier to sit at home and have the girls come to me in the form of images on a screen. Yeah, my fist didn’t come close to feeling as good as a warm pussy, but then again, I didn’t have to buy my hand dinner and pretend I was interested in what it had to say.
The guy in the video was now alternating between sliding his cock balls deep into the top girl, and then pulling out and aiming it down to the lower girl’s upturned mouth, thrusting in until his balls rested against her nose. Shit, he must be halfway down her throat. That was another kind of girl I hadn’t met yet – one who could take me completely into her mouth. I guess the only virginal babysitters who could deepthroat twelve-inch dicks were in porn films. Weird.
My hand sped up, and I could feel the cum churning in my balls, along with the familiar tightening of pleasure, preparing for its release. I knew the guy on the screen was soon going to pull his cock out of whatever hole he was in at the moment, and finish himself with his hand, blowing his load all o
ver the one girl’s ass and the other girl’s face. Because yeah, that’s what I always did when I was fucking a girl – pull out of her incredibly warm and tight pussy and come by jacking off, something I could’ve done by myself. I guess it’s all about the art.
But despite my cinematic criticisms, I enjoyed coming at the same time the guy on the screen did. Made me feel like I was part of it. So I stroked my enlarged cockhead slowly, keeping myself right at the edge, waiting for the dude on the screen to catch up.
I was fascinated by the girl’s pussy. When the guy pulled out, it would gape wetly, the soft pink labia looking swollen and inviting, like a mouth with slightly parted lips waiting to be kissed. And that’s what I imagined I was doing – kissing her pussy as if it was a mouth, letting my tongue slip into her liquid warmth. Damn. The dude better hurry because I couldn’t wait much longer.
Then he was coming, doing just as I predicted, pulling out of the girl’s throat and jacking himself with his hand. His first jet of cum splashed across the upper girl’s asshole. The second one fired directly into the other girl’s open mouth, as if she were a baby bird being fed by her mother.
My hand did its job, squeezing and stroking the head of my cock, sending me over the edge. I felt my first bolt of semen charging up my shaft.
“Sorry, I forgot my briefcase, it’s right here by the coffee tab–”
As the first jet of cum burst from the head of my cock, I turned my head in the direction of the voice, and saw Karen standing there, gaping at me with a shocked expression on her face. Our eyes met, and I was dimly aware of another rope of white jizz exploding from my dick. Her eyes then dropped down, staring wide-eyed at my crotch, witnessing my third creamy volley.
“Oh my god!” she said, and covered her mouth with her hand.
I finally found my wits, and scrambled to cover myself, dropping the remote and pulling my pajama top down over my cock and leaning my upper body forward. I could feel my still-spurting dick gushing wetly into the flannel of my PJs.
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