F.A.P.T.

I don’t know if anyone will find this interesting, I’ll give it a go anyhow…

So, when I masturbate to porn (which is most of the time these days) I usually watch videos.  But, sometimes, I’ll get a hankering to look at pics.  It’s a bit of a chore to find just the right one to get off to, but the hunt is part of the fun. 

I generally look for cock, ehm…I mean men, but I also am known to pleasure myself to images of women (frequently), couples, trans people, groups, and the occasional inanimate object.  Recently, while browsing one-handed for the perfect lady to diddle to, I realized I was looking for something specific.  I found that the pics that appealed to me the most fit into a category I named F.A.P.T.

This stands for Face-Asshole-Pussy-Tits.  The pics of women that I tend to inspire me to orgasm include all those elements at once.  I also prefer it to be a “real” person (meaning an amateur in an amateur setting – i.e. not an amateur being photographed by a professional).  I may be greedy, but I want it all to be there on full display.

It may seem odd, but one of the elements I consider most important is the face.  It’s not about the person being attractive or unattractive, but about their expression.  I love it when she’s smiling.  Even more so if she’s coming across as proud of what she’s showing.  Although, there are the few outliers where the subject looks unhappy that do it for me if I’m getting the impression that she’s being “forced” to flash her boobs or spread her legs for a horny boyfriend or husband who has promised that no one else will ever see the pictures of her behaving like a dirty slut.

The next key aspect is, of course, the asshole.  Something about a woman showing off her asshole is more intimate to me than giving up her pussy to the camera.  Also, something about the asshole being somewhat more elusive in pics makes a sighting all the more intriguing.  It can go too far for me – I don’t need to see all the way up her colon – but I do enjoy a good view of a pretty little butthole.  And I won’t say no if she’s got a single finger dipping into her nasty orifice.

I don’t think the pussy and tits need any further explanation – it’s just not porn without those!  I can get off to certain public or group flashing pics if it’s just right, or if the pic implies some kind of perverted story – for example, I love pics of a group posing and just one person flashing.  I’m thinking of one I saw a long time back of a family who looked like they were posing for a vacation pic and the teen daughter was lifting her shirt to show off a naked titty.  Or the one that may have been a sorority group photo on some stairs with one of the girl lifting her skirt and thrusting her naked pussy out there for all to see.  But those are special cases.

I don’t have any defined standards for the pics of guys that get me off.  Full body or just the cock is fine.  Not especially interested in seeing his asshole, or even his face for that matter.  It’s fine if those elements are there, but it’s not a deal breaker for me when it comes to cumming.  I do tend to gravitate to pics with cum when there’s a male featured, but it’s not a requirement.  I do like seeing a nice cock in a pussy or ass, and to a lesser degree in a mouth.  I get an extra thrill when he’s holding his erection in a kind of jerk-off pose.  But, strangely, I can get hot over a soft cock.  I guess maybe it seems to be offering a kind of challenge – “I bet I could make that limp dick stand up and salute!”  Plus, I think it’s cute when his cock and balls are all loose and dangly (or, as I think of it, in “ding-a-ling” mode).

Like I mentioned, I heavily lean toward true homemade amateur stuff, but will get the urge to see some classy glamour porn once in a while.  I pretty much take it for what it is, except I have trouble with fake boobs.  If they’re well done, I can appreciate them, but mostly I skip the artificial goodies.  I’m also not a fan of shower pics for some reason.  Not sure why, but they just don’t do anything for me.  I will, however, go for a good nude beach voyeur shot.  Something about a real woman exposing her naked pussy in public sparks my imagination (and, there’s the added thrill of the idea that some creep has gone to the effort to get a pic of a stranger’s cunt while trying not to get caught – fun!).

Alright, so those are some more insights into my porn proclivities.  Not sure if that does anything for you, but it’s kind of a turn on for me to think about these things in more detail than I might otherwise.  Thanks for letting me share!

Are there any particular types of pics that get you off better than others?  Let us all know!

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Sisterly Love 9

Sisterly Love 9
by Paris Waterman

“Howie…why was there semen on me when only the two of us were in the house? I want the truth, Howie. Did you fuck me while I was out of it?”

I wanted to hide like I did when I was three years old, but there was no place to do it.

“Yes,” I said, thinking the heavens would crash down on me for having had sex with both my sister and then my mother.

There was a look of incredulity on her face. “Why–why would you do such a thing? It’s–it’s sacrilegious! It’s against all natural law. Why, Howie, please tell me why?”

“I—I’m always horny. I’d probably fuck anything that wasn’t moving too fast for me to catch. That’s what I am, Mom. I know what I did was wrong. But look at you, you’re a beautiful woman. You had the men at the reception falling all over one another wanting you.

Let’s not kid ourselves, Mom, you know you did. Remember when we danced? You–you deliberately pressed up against me. You knew you’d get me hard, and you did. You found it funny.

“And later, in the car, you let your dress ride up, exposing your thighs and that–that garter belt. Maybe you had too much to drink. I didn’t count them, but I didn’t see you have that many. I think you pretended to be drunk and let me do those things to you because you wanted me to.”

“How dare you say such a thing to me? I’m your mother!”

“Yes you are, and I love you. And–and I respect you too. But I happened to overhear some of your conversation with Aunt Elaine.”

My Mother’s face went chalk white.

“You seemed to enjoy talking about my ‘jizz’ and my ‘boner,’ and how horny it made you. You also took a perverse pleasure in regaling her with how I seduced you. So with all due respect Mom, I think you led me into doing what I did, knowing where it would end. So please don’t put the blame on me.”

My mother’s reaction kept changing. She was shocked. She was stunned. She was infuriated, but none of those emotions seemed to work for her, and she finally gave up the battle, turned on her heel, and left the room, going straight to her bedroom and slamming the door.

I waited about twenty minutes for her to come back with a fresh argument, but she remained behind closed doors.

~ ~ ~

I called Regina, found out she could meet me for coffee and left the house.

Reggie and I talked and did some smooching but nothing serious. I learned that her parents were none the wiser about her activities the night before and we decided to go out on an official date the following night.

I also broached the subject of Sydnie-Ann Jablonski, she of the pigtailed red hair and milky white skin, who was Reggie’s exhibitionistic neighbor. Normally this would have been dangerous territory, for Reggie considered Sydnie-Ann a threat, boyfriend wise. But apparently our recent sexual escapade had solidified our relationship and she confided that Sydnie-Ann had approached her and they’d gotten along fabulously, in fact it ended with their discussing a possible threesome.

Before I could question her further, Reggie giddily volunteered that they’d met only that afternoon and Sydnie-Ann had laughed about ‘that time by the window’ when she’d deliberately fornicated in front of us.’

“Wow!” was the best I could manage.

“I told her she’d made the both of us so hot we fucked like rabbits watching her.”

My erection was going through the roof.

Still I managed to get out: “Interesting, Reggie; how did she take that?”

“That’s when she mentioned trying a three-way with us!”

“Unbelievable!”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “That’s what I said too.”

“We’re not…” I left the words hanging.

“Yeah,” she said, dragging the word out. “I’m still thinking about it. She is soooo fuckin’ hot, you know?”

“Well, you think about it. I’ll go along with whatever you say, but a three-way…WOW!”

~ ~ ~

We made out a little in a doorway near her house, but aside from some tittie grabbing and some serious dry humping we didn’t do much and I was on my way home by 7:30.

It had been a long day, full of tension and stress what with getting caught with Reggie one night and then caught out that morning after fucking my mother.

I turned in after seeing that my mom was still in her bedroom, calling “Good night” to her and receiving the same greeting back from her without any ice attached to it. I felt some stress leave me and I went to bed and jerked off thinking about a three-way with Sydnie-Ann and Reggie. Wow, could it get any better?

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It must have been just past dawn when I felt her slip into my bed.

“Mom?”

“Shush, I just want to lie next to you for a while. That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. (If you can think of a better response let me know.)

“I–I don’t know how to put this, Howie. I haven’t had…what I mean is…I’m a normal woman and since your father left…”

“I think I understand, Mom. Those dates didn’t turn out so good, and…”

“Just leave it at that, Howie,” she said and there were tears in her eyes. “So last night when I saw you and Regina…and again this afternoon when you…”

She was wearing a white nightie under the tattered robe. The robe was tied tightly and her large breasts swelled over the belt, though it was too bulky to get much of a look. Instead, I focused on her tanned legs as they travelled into darkness covered by the robe that didn’t leave anything above her knees visible, until she leaned forward to emphasize her point and her right breast was all but exposed in the dim light of the bedroom. She caught my eyes moving to her chest and she sighed as she undid the robe’s belt and shucked it off and to the floor and straddled me. She made no attempt to cover the errant boob.

“There was a time when you couldn’t get enough of these babies,” she said with that Mona Lisa smile.

My dreams…my wet dreams were coming true. “Mom, you…want me to…”

“Umm, yeah…if you want…”

There were no more words. I pounced on the firm breast in front of me and toyed with it while she moaned with pleasure.

Only when I got around to pulling on her fat nipples did she say anything, and then it was just: “Suck them! Bite them! Bite them hard!”

I recall growling like a wild man and locking my lips around that puffy nipple and the longish hairs surrounding her areola. I had one hand cupping her left breast, my fingers dark against its silver whiteness. The other held her at the small of her back, feeling her slender body arch up to receive me.

The only sounds in the room were the rustling of sheets as we writhed on the bed and the loud, greedy sucking noises I made as I went to town on those memorable nipples.

“Ohhhh, yesssss!” she hissed, with her head bent back in raw pleasure as I moved from breast to the hollow of her neck and kissed her a hundred times or more before attacking her shoulders.

Finally she pushed me back against the pillows and spoke again, her mouth close to mine.

“Tell me you want me, Howie!”

“I WANT YOU, MOM!”

Then shaking my head in order to clear it, I sat up and skinned out of my underpants. My dick almost slapped my belly as it sprang up. I sat there a moment; hips slightly thrust forward, cock at attention and asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Oh, my God…YES!” my mother replied, and pulled the shift she wore up, bunching around her waist, and then spread her legs.

“And is this what you want to see?”

God, it was beautiful. Her pubic hair was curly and thick on top. It was trimmed on the sides and on the lips. My mother trimmed her pussy hair! But of course, hadn’t she been dating guys trying to get laid?

Scooting her hips forward she caused our legs to overlap. She scrunched her bottom toward me. Her splayed legs pulled the lips of her pussy apart just a little and I could see the glistening pink inside. The scent of pussy was overpowering in the air, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in her crotch.

Below her partially-open pussy, I could just see her puckered anus. I was getting the full treatment and somehow I knew it was deliberate on her part.

My dick lurched as I hunched my ass closer to her and slowly slid my legs on top of hers.

The head of my cock was only inches from her pussy. I could see her clit as she pulled the hood back. She was showing me her little hard-on. By now I was so excited I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted it all. I wanted to jerk off to this…I wanted to watch her do whatever she wanted…but even more I wanted her to touch me, to touch my cock, my balls, my ass.

I paused to sniff her, like a dog. I’m not ashamed of doing it. A moment later she was licking my chest. So the feeling was mutual, sort of anyway.

“Want me to?” I managed to get out.

She answered with her pelvis, thrusting the loins that bore me such a short time before, until our sexes touched. Until the head of my now purple cock nudged the outside lip of her labia.

To this day I believe I hesitated, and instead of entering her welcoming slit, I took myself in hand and slapped at her sex with it, stimulating her even more by mindlessly cuffing her clit.

With a suddenness that shocked me, my mother seized my cock in one hand and brought it to the gaping opening of her pussy. “Shove it in there!” She croaked huskily.

And then I was inside! I couldn’t tell fantasy from reality.

Her cunt constricted on my cock and I was fucking my mother!

Slap, slap, slap.

Visions and images swam before me. Talon-like red nails–wet fingers holding her cunt lips open–strained, garbled, meaningless speech: “Fuck-fuck…Shit—Piss–Cunt—Cock—Semen…Semen…cumming!”

“Come on me! Come on me! Come on me!” she chanted over and over as I squirted ropy spurts of white jism in her cunt, and then on her chest, stomach and pussy hair.

I must have blacked out for a moment. My next awareness was of being held…she had my cock in her hand and was milking it. My body spasmed, a jerk that pushed an unbidden grunt from my chest.

“Oh, Howie…Dear God, please forgive me? Please–please hold me! I need to be held, Howie, please!”

We held tightly to one another for a couple minutes, or until my dick rose up again.

“OH…” my mother gasped, and like a woman possessed, climbed on top of me, seized my dick and lined it up with her pussy and impaled herself with it.

I know I let out a loud groan when she placed both hands on my shoulders and rode my cock. Within a minute she announced she was coming and after a violent shudder, she dismounted and stood quaking on the floor.

I lay in bed dumbfounded staring at my involuntarily jerking penis until she spoke to me.

“C’mon, baby, get up.”

I did, standing witless until told what to do. My mother leaned forward and placed both hands on the dresser next to the bed.

“Fuck me from behind, baby,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard!”

I obeyed, nudging her legs apart, positioned my cock at her entrance, shoved it into her, and then following her command, jackhammered into her.

I recall reaching under her and seizing her tits, tweaking and plucking and twisting those elongated nipples until she was gasping in both pain and pleasure. In return, she reached behind her with one hand and dug her long nails into my thigh; the other reached up and pulled my hair while screaming.

“AH—AH—AH—AH! FUCK ME–FUCK ME–AHHH FUCK MOMMY!”

I kept hammering away at her. Where the energy came from is still a mystery to me, but I maintained it throughout until we both collapsed to the floor.

We lay quietly on the floor breathing hard. It took a while to recover from the exhaustive copulation just completed. Eventually we found ourselves back in the bed.

“Mom…” I began, but her finger went to my mouth in a silent shush.

“Can you do me again?” she said with a girlish giggle.

“I guess,” I replied without really knowing.

“You can? You really can?”

I laughed and said, “What would you like me to do?”

Her eyes went wide at my words. To be honest, she scared the hell out of me right then, but she replied, slowly and clearly: “Leave your mark on my body. Beat my buttocks and my breasts. Pull my hair. I want bruises on my skin. Bite marks, welts, hickeys, stuff like that so I can remember that this really happened.”

“Should…shouldn’t we be using protection?” I murmured into her ear as she stoked me back into hardness.

She laughed and replied, “There’s no need, I had my tubes tied a couple years ago after we…your father and I decided against trying for any more children. Our so-called marriage was already crumbling but neither of us saw it at the time.”

She turned to face me, kissed me softly on the mouth and grabbed my almost flaccid penis. “Howie, would you mind if I took you in my mouth?”

“No, Mom, not at all.” I’ve wondered about that request ever since. I mean, I couldn’t recall any woman asking permission to suck my dick, you know?”

Early the following morning, with my mother having to return to work and me to school, my cock wasn’t so willing to rise to the occasion and so wanting to send my mother off with a ringing tingle between her legs–her words, not mine–I untangled the blankets, slapped two pillows under her shoulders and went down on her for the first time.

I can still remember several glimpses back in time to that momentous event. Her hand clutching at the back of my head as I lapped away at her clit. Sliding my index and middle fingers into her sloppy wet cunt, then hooking them out while tapping at the inner walls and making her cum as she whimpered, “Unbelievable,” over and over and over with the bed sheets wadded in her fists as she humped my hand and the air above.

In reciprocating, my mother sucked me off, wetly and slowly. I seemed to last a long, long time, deriving pleasure from her fingers toying with my asshole and her tongue which was doing incredible things to my cock and balls.

Unable to take anymore of her slow thrilling sucks, I cupped her face in my hands and pried her mouth from my dick and pulled her up for a long tongue filled kiss. I recall kneeling on the mattress with her leg draped over my thigh. I slipped into her with an ease that should have bothered me, but didn’t. Her feet slowly elevated as I cajoled my cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. She made a little sucking noise and I realized she wanted me to kiss her again, and I did. When my cock slipped out, both our hands went for it to return it to its rightful place.

After that she crossed her ankles over the small of my back and somehow mashed those incredible breasts against my chest, puny as it might have been all while I was slamming powerful jabs into her and screaming as we both started cumming.

After that she called her sister, Elaine.

“I have to tell her, Howie,” she said. “I–I–that is, we’re close–so close you wouldn’t believe.”

I knew then that I wasn’t the first one in the family to commit incest. I choked back a laugh on realizing that Stephanie, my sister had in all probability, seduced me!

My mother extolled our recent sexual adventures to her sister, with Elaine making excited comments that sounded like, ‘Did you do this, or that, and then what?’

My Mother’s eyes flashed over at me. She smiled nervously, and told her that I was really hung, and had the endurance of a bull.

“Yes,” she told her sister, “I think he would. Wait a second…I’ll ask…”

I answered her question before she put it to me. “Yeah, Mom, Aunt Elaine is welcome in our bed anytime you want her over.”

“HE SAID YES, ELAINE!”

I started to dress.

“Wait! Wait! Howie…we–we can do it again…there’s time!”

And to her sister, “Gotta go! He’s ready for one last time before school! Love you too!”

We went doggy-style after that, with her ass tilted skyward. She tightened her vaginal muscles around my dick and later explained the kegeling process to me. I came much sooner than either of us thought I would, and she didn’t get off with me.

I said I was sorry and dressed, then nibbling at a bagel, I left for school.

The incestuous storm was far from over. In fact, the remainder of the week was a tsunami in itself.

I picked up with Reggie; we got in a quick fuck and a 69 that afternoon behind the bleachers next to the football field. No one was the wiser, although I did find several used condoms lying about, so it didn’t come off as a ‘new’ love nest in either of our eyes.

She did have great news though. Sydnie-Ann’s parents were beginning new hours on their respective jobs. Actually they worked as a team together, something about regulating the price of gasoline on the stations in their region for the mother company. It had to be done between the hours of five and ten-thirty pm. Leaving Sydnie-Ann’s apartment open for whatever Sydnie-Ann-Ann wanted to do, and she had plans galore.

~ ~ ~

The next day Reggie saw Sydnie-Ann right away in their first class. She felt nervous butterflies in her stomach but felt immensely warmed by Sydnie-Ann’s bright smile.

“Hey,” Sydnie-Ann said when they finally got a chance to talk. “Are we on for tonight? Is Howie coming?”

“Oh, yeah,” Reggie giggled. “Howie’s real excited about tonight. Are you certain your parents won’t be home?”

“Yeah, they have to work tonight. Gas prices are going to change and their job is to notify each and every gas station in the surrounding counties. They’ll be busier than a one-armed paper hanger as my dad likes to say.”

Reggie giggled and said, “We did it this afternoon!”

“No!”

“Oh yeah, behind the bleachers; it was kinda gross there with used rubbers all over the place.”

Sydnie-Ann laughed lewdly, and said, “I bet some of them were mine!”

“Oh you…you’re awful!”

“Yeah, I’m a slut ain’t I?”

“I must be too, I’m fuckin’ soaked already,” Reggie confessed.

Sydnie-Ann laughed and hugged her books to her chest. We better get to class. I’ll see you and your hunk later.”

“See you later then,” Reggie said, going off to her next class where Howie would meet up with her.

~ ~ ~

At precisely seven o’clock, I stood on Sydnie-Ann’s front step, awkwardly clutching a six-pack of Pepsi as a token gift on visiting someone’s home. I hoped that Reggie was already there and that I wouldn’t be alone with Sydnie-Ann, not knowing what she was going to want, but already knowing what she was capable of.

As the bell echoed inside the house, I conducted a breath self-test and checked to make sure my fly wasn’t open right before the door opened.

“Hey, Howie, c’mon in,” Sydnie-Ann chirped, leaning out to pull me bodily into the foyer before I was spotted by any passersby.

“Is um, Reggie here yet?”

“No, she called and said she’d be a couple minutes late.”

“Oh, I um, brought some soda you know, in case we get thirsty,” he said sheepishly. For some reason Sydnie-Ann made him nervous, and being alone in the house with her made him doubly so.

Sydnie-Ann hugged him as she accepted the six-pack from him, making sure to press her small, but firm breast against his arm in the process.

The hardon I had before knocking on the door grew perceptibly with the contact.

“Reggie’s a little behind because she picked up some splinters in her ass when you did her behind the bleachers today,” Sydnie-Ann giggled lewdly.

“She told you!” I blurted.

“We girls talk, just like you guys do,” she said nonchalantly.

“I don’t talk about me and Reggie…” I started to say but stopped. Sydnie-Ann was posing for my benefit. Stephanie had told me girls do it to see if the guy is paying attention. I took stock of her appearance.

She wore a thin, white T-shirt, much too small for her. It clung tightly to her chest, accentuating her apple sized boobs. Her nipples jutted into the already thin fabric that I could make out the brownness of her nipples. The shirt ended inches short of her tight, baby blue wind shorts, exposing her belly button. She shamelessly stretched her arms over her head, further exposing her flat stomach and drawing my eyes down her torso.

She noticed me nervously shuffling my feet and set the hook further by turning and beckoning me to follow her into the living room. I’m certain Sydnie-Ann could feel my eyes burning into her twisting ass as she walked over and gestured to the couch.

“Make yourself comfy. I’ll get us a couple of beers,” she purred ignoring the Pepsi I’d brought with me and walked out to the kitchen.

My cock had been at half mast since I’d gotten there and her blatant clothing and stretching had only exacerbated the situation into a full blown boner in my pants. With Sydnie-Ann in the kitchen I reached down and repositioned my erection under the waist band of my shorts and made sure his shirt would cover the pulsing head before sitting on the leather couch.

Sydnie-Ann sashayed back into the room, stopping just beside me, her bare leg contacting mine. My reflexes made me move in the opposite direction, but she stepped forward bringing them back in contact. I left my leg there this time, and accepted the long neck beer she was extending to me. Then she sat down on the couch with me, hip to hip.

“I hope you like rolling rock; it’s all that was in the fridge.” She was sitting so close to me that her left shoulder and arm were lodged underneath my arm and I could feel a trickle of sweat making its way from my armpit down to my ribcage.

“It’s fine,” I said. “So where’s Reggie?”

“She’s all right with you and me getting it on, you know.” Sydnie-Ann kicked off her flip flops and began to run her manicured toes up and down my right calf.

“I um, haven’t really talked to her about that,” I said.

“She hasn’t mentioned me?” Sydnie-Ann gasped in surprise.

“Um, sure she has, I mean like when you let us watch you with that guy in your room, you know? And when you winked at me—or us, I should say. There was some thought…”

“So let me get this right…you saw me wink and all, but you didn’t take that as a sign we might get together?”

“I had some thoughts about it.”

“You mean you jerked off thinking about me!” she said accusingly.

I shrugged; there was no sense in denying it. I had, and probably would again.

“We might as well watch some TV while we wait; unless you want to start without her.”

“No—no,” I said, TV is fine.”

“Now where is that damn remote?” Sydnie-Ann wondered aloud, and then spied it on the armrest next to me. Rather than ask me to retrieve it, she leaned her body over my lap and grabbed for it.

I drew in a lungful of air as Sydnie-Ann’s midsection sank down on my throbbing cock. By now, the head of my dick was just about peeking out of my shorts and I was certain that she couldn’t help but feel its spongy hardness rubbing against her tummy. Thankfully my shirt still covered the tip.

Sydnie-Ann definitely felt the lump pressing into her abdomen as she picked up the remote. Jackpot! she thought. Wow, Reggie wasn’t exaggerating! Rather than sit back up, she swung her legs onto the couch and lay across me on her stomach.

“I’m not hurting you, am I, Howie?” she asked innocently as she directed the remote and cued up a porno flick she’d stolen from a boy she knew well enough to have tasted his semen on two occasions.

When I didn’t reply, she turned her head to look up at my beet red face, smiled sweetly, her big blue eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Err, no. Fine,” I grunted. Sydnie-Ann winked and rolled back, facing away from me, resting her head on her left hand. We stayed that way through the opening credits, and with the beginning of the first sex scene, Reggie rang the door bell.

Sydnie-Ann got up and opened the door and Reggie swooped in bra-less, breasts jiggling crazily and wearing a million dollar smile.

“Everyone here?” she called out and hugged Sydnie-Ann, and then sat beside me on the couch, and with almost no hesitation at all, lowered my zipper and shook my boner out.

“Here it is my favorite toy. Isn’t it wonderful, Sydnie-Ann?”

Sydnie-Ann could only smile and sat on the other side and deigned to look at my wonderful toy.

“I put some porn on to help us get started,” she offered.

Reggie quickly countered with: “Oh, we probably won’t need that. We’ve got the real thing. Would you like to use it first?”

“Hey!” I objected, “Why not ask me what I’d like to do?”

“Oh, sorry,” Reggie said. “Who would you like to fuck first?”

At that moment I saw the trap I’d fallen into.

“It–It’s not who I’d like to fuck first, or third for that matter. You’re both highly fuckable. It’s the way you put it. And by the way, Reggie, why’d you tell Sydnie-Ann what we’ve been doing?”

“Are you mad at me?” she said, and used her well practiced feminine tactic of instant tears.

“No, I’m not mad at you. I’m just asking a question.”

“Well after your mother caught us in bed, ‘sniff’ I had to talk to someone and that was Sydnie-Ann ‘cause we have a few things in common.”

“Okay, that makes sense. I apologize if I seemed insensitive about things. But you now I’ve been dealing with a ton of shit at home because we got nailed by my mom, you know?”

I had turned to face Sydnie-Ann for that last part and got her to nod sympathetically.

I noticed that both girls were breathing faster. Sydnie-Ann’s hand reached out and took hold of my erection, petting it idly at first and then slowly squeezing and stroking it.

“It is a nice one, Reggie. You weren’t exaggerating, not at all.”

I decided to get into the fooling around and said, “Why don’t you show us your tits, Sydnie-Ann?”

“They’re not anywhere as big as Reggie’s,” she protested.

“Not many are,” I said, “but I’d like to see them all the same. I think Reggie would too. Reggie?”

“Oh, sure. You want me to take this thingy off too?”

“Yes,” both Sydnie-Ann and I said at the same time.

A moment later I was looking at four delightful tits while Sydnie-Ann’s finger idly traced the shape of my cockhead.

I know my body must have trembled because they both burst out laughing. I had been thinking about this happening since Reggie broke the news to me earlier and my cum laden balls coughed up a creamy glob of juice and I looked on, along with Reggie, as Sydnie-Ann lowered her head towards my boner and dragged her wet, pink tongue over it, making ‘Yummy’ sounds.

I took a certain manly pride in the discrepancy between the size of my cock and Sydnie-Ann’s face. It stretched from where her chin rested on my balls to halfway up her forehead. She positioned it in front of her mouth and flattened her tongue out on the underside, wiggling it enticingly.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to take all this big old cock in my little mouth,” Sydnie-Ann whispered, fluttering her eyelashes seductively as saliva oozed off her tongue and dripped down my shaft, further coating my balls.

Sydnie-Ann pursed her lips and tilted her head, skimming her full, wet lips up the tube until the fat head rested on her chin.

“Can I just suck on the head a little?” she implored.

“Yeah, best to go slow on him,” Reggie said in warning.

I could only nod enthusiastically. Sydnie-Ann leaned over and took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide and extended her pink tongue out. She eased her lips over the thick head and closed them at its ridge and began to suck enthusiastically upon my hot knob. Her hollowed cheeks bulged around the thick mushroom, her tongue whirling about the spongy flesh.

I didn’t know how many cocks Sydnie-Ann had sucked before, nor did I care. All I cared about that she was sucking on mine and doing a pretty good job of it; and Reggie was waiting in the wings! I was in fucking heaven!

I finally reacted by reaching out to take hold of a breast on each girl and using my fingers to gently squeeze them. My sister, Stephanie had taught me how to cup and mold the breast and its soft flesh and how to tease the rigid nipples for maximum pleasure.

Both girls moaned appreciatively as I handled them.

“This is-–this is just like I thought it would be,” Reggie sighed happily. “Can I have a taste of him now, Sydnie-Ann?”

Sydnie-Ann handed me off to Reggie without a word and Reggie’s mouth enveloped my dick quickly and efficiently, accepting about three-quarters of it with the first downward plunge.

“Oh, you go, girl!” Sydnie-Ann crowed delightedly. “Can she give head or what?” She added a moment later.

I nodded in agreement, unable to speak. However, eager to give them both free rein to my cock and testicles, I tried to push my shorts down further without disrupting her fellating. To my surprise, Sydnie-Ann dropped to her knees on the carpet and helped me shuck them off, flinging them over her shoulder half-way across the room.

Reggie took me from her mouth and handed my joy-stick to Sydnie-Ann who stared at the drooling string of saliva clinging to her lip and the head of my cock.

“Wow!” she said and covered my cock with her widely opened mouth then plunged downward until she gagged and reluctantly retreated, gasping for air.

“Go slower,” Reggie said and then kissed me.

Sydnie-Ann must have followed her advice, but I didn’t notice anything in that regard for a minute or two as the kiss was one that had to be categorized as sensational. When I did regain my senses, Sydnie-Ann was deep-throating me with what appeared to be effortless ease.

Then she handed me back to Reggie, who tried to spit but managed a long drool that had all three of us laughing as it pooled in the palm of her hand. Then she worked it into my cock.

“So…so…fuckin’ nasty,” I remember muttering as she spit another glob into her palm.

Sydnie-Ann grinned devilishly.

“Oh, we ain’t got nasty yet, Howie,” Reggie said, smacking her lips and opening her mouth wider than I’d ever seen her do before and taking me back into her piping hot mouth.

Now the girls were working together–Reggie sucked and Sydnie-Ann stroked the shaft while tossing and twisting her head around, her pigtails flying in all directions

There’s something to be said for ‘nice women,’ especially when they’re sucking your cock. I think all women have an inner whore in them–but so few get the chance to exploit it. Opportunity was not just knocking; it was kicking down the door.

“Enough, enough,” I yelled, and Reggie left off my cock but Sydnie-Ann thought it was her turn to suck and vacuumed me into her hot little mouth.

I pulled her off by her hair. “No, Sydnie-Ann, stop right now!” I said, and she did. Her eyes were glazed over as she straightened up. Her lipstick was smeared and to be honest she looked like hell, but I wasn’t bothered by it at all.

“That was very good. I really enjoyed it and think you guys did too. But what I want to know is how we came to be here tonight. Reggie, care to tell me?”

“We, um, just thought you’d like doing the two of us, you know?”

I looked at her, let my eyes roam over her magnificent tits and back to her eyes before speaking. “Yeah, right; now what’s the real reason?”

“Tell him for Christ’s sake,” Sydnie-Ann said revealing that she was kind of pissed off at my ending the fun and games.

“Okay—okay!” Reggie said, “I um, got together with Sydnie-Ann after we watched her flaunting herself at the window. She admitted that her boyfriend didn’t really do all that much for her.”

Sydnie-Ann broke in saying: “Only because she told me how many times you made her cum. I didn’t believe her, but she insisted and eventually, you know, I came to believe she was being truthful.”

“That can’t be the whole story,” I said.

“Well…one thing led to another,” Sydnie-Ann said with a little smirk.

“What things?”

“I um, showed her how I played with my titties,” Reggie said blushing deep crimson in embarrassment at having admitted doing it. The thing is she was also demonstrating what she’d done, taking her breasts in hand before explaining further.

“I showed her how I tease my nipples, how I pinch them until they’re nice and hard. And sometimes, when I’m really horny…” Reggie hefted a tit to her mouth and began sucking her own nipple.

I didn’t ask Sydnie-Ann if she could manage to do it; hers being much smaller. Besides, the look of envy on her face told me all I needed to know.

“Um, why don’t you two get naked?” I asked quietly.

Surprisingly, Sydnie-Ann appeared almost shy as she removed what little clothing she still had on. My eyes widened on seeing the threads of pussy juice clinging to her white cotton panties as she slid them down her legs and tossed them aside.

“You look scrumptious, Sydnie-Ann.”

She actually shivered at my words. Reggie gigged, and said, “I told you he could say stuff that no one else can.”

Obviously that was an exaggeration on her part, but they both lacked experience in sexual matters…or did they?

“How many guys have you fucked, Sydnie-Ann?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered as she pinched her left nipple and looked beseechingly at Reggie for help.

“Five? Ten? Twenty?” I said, continuing to probe.

“Maybe eight…maybe nine, I’m not sure,” she added with an impish giggle.

A glance at Reggie told me that she was stunned at this revelation. I was pretty sure I was Reggie’s one and only.

“None of ‘em was as big as you.” Sydnie-Ann laughed and playfully slapped my arm.

“Have you ever let someone else watch you while you fuck one of them?”

“You know I have.”

“Oh, and who was that?”

“You and Reggie, of course, and she let loose with that an impish giggle again.

Reggie and I had to laugh along with her at that and this time I slapped her on the ass with a little more impact than a playful slap called for.

She loved it.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Desperate Times 1

Desperate Times 1
by DirtyMindedMom

“Internet is still out,” Tyler groused and slammed the laptop closed.

“Hey! Be careful,” Caroline scolded. “When it does come back it won’t do us any good if our computer is broken.” She flicked the page of the outdated fashion magazine she’d already leafed through a dozen times during the past few days.

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just that…fuck…”

“Language, young man. Just because the world is in a tailspin doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want. The rules still apply. And that means no filthy talk out of you. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just…never mind.” Tyler stood up and left the room in a moody huff.

“This isn’t easy for any of us,” Caroline muttered at her retreating son in exasperation.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kylee said. “He’s just mad he can’t text with his online girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Caroline responded, sounding more alarmed than she intended to.

“Some loser down in Tennessee or someplace. She’s not even real. Probably some dude who’s into clueless boys who are obsessed with showing off their abs all the time, or whatever.”

“I don’t like the sound of that at all,” Caroline said, worry wrinkling her otherwise smooth forehead.

“No big deal, Mom.” Kylee stood, looking around for something to relieve her boredom. “Once he sends some dick pics, she – or, more likely, he – will dump him anyway.”

It took Caroline longer than it should have to react. “Language…” she said automatically as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

“How much longer is this going to go on?” Kylee whined to no one in particular, then checked her phone knowing there’d be nothing there for her. It was stupid, but she couldn’t help hoping for something from her boyfriend Owen – her real boyfriend in real life. But there was nothing.

“Look, no one is happy about this, but the quarantine is for our own good. It won’t last forever. It’s better for you to be cooped up in this house with me and your brother for a while than to be sick and dying like all those poor people who got infected before the containment protocols were put in place.”

“Ugh! I hate the stupid coronavirus!” Kylee stormed off to her bedroom, trying to match the drama her big brother had displayed, but her mom just smirked with resignation, shook her head, and let her go without a word.

Caroline flipped a few more pages of the magazine, unable to fully focus her attention on the glossy ads or articles offering ‘can’t fail’ sex tips. “Dick pics,” she said under her breath. It was uttered with an appropriate degree of disgust, but she couldn’t deny the flitter of lustful stirrings she felt down low in her tummy…or maybe it was even lower than that.

The forced isolation was affecting her more than she had expected it to. It would all be over soon enough, she assured herself, then things can go back to normal…or at least back to the way they were.

~ ~ ~

Kylee lingered in her brother’s doorway, silently waiting for him to notice her. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his face set in a mask of frustrated anger. Kylee tried not to make herself obvious, but couldn’t resist stealing glances at him every few seconds.

Tyler was stretched out on his back, hands clasped behind his head, shirt off. Even in this relaxed state his six-pack was clearly defined. Kylee would never admit it, but she secretly liked when he would lift his shirt, flex, and show off his muscles like the self-absorbed douchewad he was most of the time. Surprisingly, she would get weirdly jealous when he’d show off around her friends. They’d wait until he wasn’t around and gush about what a hottie he was, which only infuriated her more. She was afraid to think about it too much because she didn’t want to find out she was only getting upset because she felt the same way as they did. Gross.

“What do you want?” Tyler’s tone was more hopeless resignation than his usual annoyance with her.

“Nothing.” She leaned into his room, clinging onto the doorjamb and just kind of hanging there with no purpose. “Bored.”

“That’s an understatement.” He pounded the bed several times with a clenched fist.

The motion seemed very suggestive to Kylee, but she wasn’t sure if she should risk making fun of him right then.

“Really missing the internet, huh?” Kylee ventured cautiously.

Tyler rubbed his palm along his jeans-clad thigh with agitation. “It’s been more than a week already, and I’m…the Hell with it…and I’m horny as fuck.”

Kylee stopped swinging on the doorframe and stood up straight. She was used to her brother being crude and purposely saying stuff to creep her out, but this was different. He was serious.

“Oh, c’mon,” she heard herself saying before she could think to shut up. “You gotta have something to whack off to stashed around here somewhere. A DVD, or magazine, or even a Victoria’s Secret catalog or two?” The last was a reference to the time their mom found a small stack of lingerie catalogs crumpled up under his mattress a few years back. He hated when she teased him about that.

He gave his sister a menacing look, but his distress took the edge off of the effect. Kylee went and sat on the edge of his bed, half expecting him to yell at her to get lost. She was feeling strangely nervous inside. Maybe it was because of what she was about to tell him.

“Well…how do you think I feel?” She swallowed hard and lowered her voice, not daring to look at her brother. “I gave up my virginity to Owen like a week before the lock-down. We did it pretty much every time we saw each other after that.” She paused to take a breath and waited for some snide comment from Tyler about her being a slut or something like that. He didn’t say a word. “I never thought I would, but I really liked it. Not that he even completely knew what he was doing, but I was totally into it, y’know. Anyway…I miss it.” Kylee realized she was pressing a fist between her thighs and pulled her hand away before her brother could notice. “So, yeah, I get it…horny as fuck.”

Tyler patted his little sister on the back in a rare show of compassionate empathy. “My kid sister isn’t a kid anymore.” He said with comforting sincerity. His hand came to rest on her back and stayed there. His touch made her feel warm and tingly inside, not unlike it felt when Owen touched her.

Brother and sister remained quiet, the moment expanding into an awkward intimacy that neither wanted to disturb. Kylee resisted her urge to turn around and cuddle up against her shirtless brother’s body and rest her cheek on his bare chest. For his part, Tyler wondered at the feelings the sensation of his little sister’s body heat through her t-shirt evoked in him. Yes, he was horny as fuck, but was he really that desperate?

“So…” Tyler began cautiously. “You, ah…like to fuck?”

It was just the kind of thing he’d say to creep her out, but it wasn’t like that this time. Kylee squirmed slightly, hoping it wasn’t enough to make Tyler move his hand. The tingle was still there.

“Yeah. Not so much the first time, when it was actually happening. But almost right away that night in bed it was all I wanted. I don’t know what it was, but all of the sudden there was this, I don’t know, a kind of empty feeling down there. When we did it for the second time it was like ‘Yes, finally!’ It was just like – this sounds stupid – but like he filled me up in exactly the way I wanted…or more like the way I needed.”

Kylee cringed with sudden embarrassment and regret. Why was she saying all this stuff? Even if he was being nice now, he was going to use it all against her at some point down the road. Probably sooner than later. So dumb.

“Hmm,” he grunted in a semblance of acknowledgement. “I guess it’s different for girls. I just want to get off so fucking bad.” Kylee felt her brother’s hand tense. “I don’t care if it’s pounding some chick’s pussy or fucking her mouth. Heck, I’d even take a handjob at this point.”

“You can give yourself a handjob whenever you want,” she quipped, knowing she should be more uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going than she was.

“It’s not the same.” If their mom caught him talking like this to his sister he’d be grounded for weeks, but since he was effectively grounded already anyway, why not? “I mean, jacking off is pretty sweet and all, but once you start doing stuff with girls it comes in a distant second place.”

She knew she should be grossed out rather than intrigued, but she couldn’t help it. “How much do you do it? Y’know…jack off?”

“I don’t know, once or twice a month,” Tyler hedged. “Aw, fuck it. For real? More like every day pretty much. Usually more than once.”

On hearing that Kylee couldn’t help looking over her shoulder and picturing him with his fly undone, erection in hand, stroking it fast and hard. She quickly turned around and tried to force the image out of her mind. Sure, she’d seen Owen’s dick, but she never saw him jack it off.

“Yeah, same here,” she confessed. It didn’t seem possible that now the only one beside Mia, her best friend, who knew she masturbated was her brother.“Wow, I never realized what a perv you are,” Tyler jabbed playfully. His hand patted her a few times, then gave a light pinch, before coming to rest again in a different spot on her back. Why was she so happy about that? So dumb.

“Look who’s talking. At least I don’t do cyber with random people online.”

“Vanessa isn’t random,” Tyler said defensively. “And it’s better with her than with any girl I’ve been with in real life anyway.”

“So, wait…you really do that? Like, jerk off on camera while she watches?”

“It’s not like what you think,” he said quickly, again sounding exceedingly defensive. “It’s more like…y’know…” Tyler struggled to come up with a way to describe it in a way that didn’t make him sound pathetic. “She gets naked too…and stuff…”

“Seriously?” Kylee couldn’t believe he was telling her about all this. She wanted to hear more. “So…like how naked?”

“Like naked naked…all the way naked,” her brother insisted as if this justified everything.

“So you can see her tits?” Kylee’s nipples tingled when she asked that.

“Of course. Tits, pussy, ass, everything. She even showed me her butthole.”

“Uck – no way!”

“Nothing ‘uck’ about it – Vannessa’s butthole is super cute.”

Kylee wondered if her own butthole was cute. She decided that she would have to check later.

“So then what does this Vanessa do? Just sit there naked while you beat off like a total spaz?”

“No, she plays with herself…”

“Plays with herself how?” Kylee was aware that she was past just getting a tingle or two, she was definitely getting wet down there. Embarrassing beyond anything, but she needed to hear more.

“Y’know…the usual…she touches herself…”

Kylee was afraid he was going to leave it at that. “Touches herself where?”

Tyler was well aware of what was happening. He wanted to keep going, but didn’t want to get into trouble. He heard dishes clanking in the kitchen through his open bedroom door…Mom was doing the washing up, it was safe.

“Her pussy, duh.” He became hyper-conscious of the fact that he was touching his sister. The touch wasn’t anything bad, but it felt like it could be because of what they were talking about. Still, he didn’t want to stop touching her, as innocent as it was. “Yeah…she plays with her pussy and fingers herself.”

“You mean like you can see her stick her fingers up inside and everything?”

“Sure. She points the camera down between her legs, spreads her lips open, and fucks her fingers just like that.”

“Wow…” Kylee let out with a kind of hushed awe, having a hard time believing a girl would be willing to do a thing like that. Let a boy see everything down there, plus let him watch you finger yourself? She shook her head in disbelief, yet felt her whole body buzzing with horny energy. “And you think that’s hot?” She tried to add some derision into the question, but it came out more like childish curiosity.

“Fuck, yeah. It’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Okay, but what about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean…do you just pull on your dick or do you…y’know…finish?”

“What do you think, dummy?”

“I don’t know – I’m not the cyber freak.”

“Yeah, I cum. She loves it. I shoot a big load all over the place and then she gets off on it.”

Kylee was trying to picture it all in her head without even attempting to avoid the image of her brother spurting cum all over himself.

“She does not,” she insisted, wishing he’d put his other hand on her. “She’s probably faking it.”

“Maybe,” her brother conceded, his touch moving side to side along her lower back, raising a whole new bouquet of sensations. “Looks convincing to me. I don’t really care as long as I get off. I made a recording—“ Tyler cut himself off as if he realized he’d said too much.

“What for? So you could jack off to it after she dumps you?”

“More like so I could jack off to her whenever I wanted. But Mom is watching the computer like a friggin’ hawk.”

“So you haven’t been able to whack off to your girlfriend in over a week.” She intended it as a taunt, but it came out more understanding than that. She did kind of feel sorry for him in a way…like the way she felt sorry for herself that she hadn’t had Owen’s cock inside her in forever.

“I haven’t been able to whack off to anything lately,” he griped.

“What’s stopping you? Just use your imagination. That’s what I do.”

“Imagination? Like how?” His hand came to rest, only this time it settled on her hip. It wasn’t someplace bad, but if he moved it back a little he’d be touching her butt, and if he moved it around toward the front a few inches he be real close to her puss. It was all she could do not to twist in a way that would encourage him to do just that.

“Imagination, like a fantasy. Picture sexy stuff in your head and get off to that.”

“Okay, like what?”

She knew what he was going after, and it made her insides jitter even more.

“Like, I don’t know…I usually imagine a boy I think is hot. We start off making out and touching each other all over. Then he pulls my clothes off, and he gets naked. He sucks my tits and touches me down there. Then he’s on top of me and putting it inside…sliding his cock into my pussy.” The words felt thick in her mouth, causing a jolt in her crotch saying them aloud in front of her brother this way. “And then, I don’t know, I just think about fucking until…until I’m done.”

“And the whole time you’re rubbing your pussy?” His fingers twitched, causing her to suck in a quick breath.

“Uh huh, mostly around my clit.” Another jolt, right down the length of her stiff nubbin. “If you even know what that is.” She should have been running from his room in abject humiliation, but it was too good to let it end.

“All I know about the clit is girls really like when you lick it.” His fingers teasingly began crawling toward her crotch. Kylee reflexively slapped his hand, regretting it as soon as she did it. His fingers retreated to neutral territory. She could at least be grateful they were still physically connected.

“Gross, why would even want to put your mouth there?” At the same time she was chastising him, Kylee knew exactly what she’d be imagining as soon as she was alone in her own bedroom.

“Does that mean Owen never ate you out?”

“Don’t be disgusting.”

“Wow, for a perv you sure are a prude.” His hand slid up to her back, resting chastely over her spine. She instantly missed it being where it was, so close to someplace bad. Surprisingly, she was even more wounded by being called a prude.

“Am not, it’s just that isn’t it all smelly and gross down there?”

“I love the smell of pussy. There’s nothing else like it. And that goes for the taste too. I can’t wait to taste Vanessa’s pussy.” Tyler made a slurping sound with his mouth.

Kylee wanted to be disgusted, but couldn’t. “Maybe right after a shower it would be okay…”

“Yeah, so what about a guy’s dick? You put your mouth on that.”

“I do not!” Kylee cringed upon hearing herself sounding like a prude again.

“Ha! So you’re saying you fucked Owen but never gave him a blowjob?”

Kylee tried to figure out how to explain it without sounding stupid. “It just kind of happened. It wasn’t like I planned it that way. I just never got around to it, that’s all.”

“So when are you going to get around to sucking his cock?”

“When you say it like that it sounds soooo romantic.” In a flash of boldness Kylee made a move. She fell back so that her head came to rest on Tyler’s midsection. His hand came around and ended up high on her belly, not too far below her breasts. It took her a second to start breathing again.

“Nah, it’s not about romance when you get that far…it’s about getting off.”

“Well, in that case, I don’t get off on putting the thing a guy pees with in my mouth.”

“Yeah, but if you suck him off, then he’ll suck you off. The math is pretty simple, Sis.”

“Maybe I don’t want him to do that to me.”

“Oh, you will. Especially if he knows what he’s doing.”

She could feel the subtle movements of his body as he spoke. How the fuck was it possible for that to turn her on? It wasn’t him, she assured herself, it was just that she was so horny for Owen.

“And I suppose you think you know what you’re doing?”

“Sure as fuck I do,” he boasted. “If I wanted to, I could get you off twice as fast with my tongue as you can using your fingers.”

Despite herself she believed him. Any more of this and she was going to soak right through her yoga pants.

“Yeah, right,” she retorted weakly, fighting every impulse to grab his wrist and move his hand up to one of her tits.

“Right…” he murmured then drifting off into silence.

Kylee didn’t know what to say. She turned her head, pressing her ear against his ribs. His heartbeat thumped…faster than normal.

“Hey, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tyler ventured softly.

Her own heart began thumping a bit faster. “I hope not,” she shot back.

“No, seriously…maybe we could help each other out.”

“How?” She didn’t dare hope he was going to say what she wanted him to say.

“Y’know…I’m horny…you’re horny…”

“And…”

“And so we just kinda help each other out, y’know?”

“No…I don’t know…” She wasn’t going to be the one to risk saying something she couldn’t un-say and looking like a fool if she was wrong.

“Just, like, we could help each other not be horny anymore.”

Kylee sat up quick, her natural reflexes taking over. “We’re not doing sex together, if that’s what you’re suggesting!”

“Shh, sh, sh,” Tyler urged glancing nervously toward his open door. “No, of course not. I’m not saying we should fuck or anything crazy like that.” He held onto his sister’s wrist as if trying to keep her from running and telling their mother. “But how about if maybe we did other stuff.”

“Like what other stuff?”

“Like how about if we just…I don’t know, just sucked each other off or something like that?”

Kylee tried to stand but Tyler pulled her back down onto his bed.

“That’s oral sex, idiot…y’know, like, SEX!”

“No, no, no, it’s not the same at all. But, okay, how about this then, we give each other handjobs.”

“What?”

“You jack me off, and I’ll finger you.”

“No way I’m letting you stick your finger up in me, and I’m not touching your filthy dick.” Kylee was saying exactly what she was supposed to be saying, but was crying out inside to be saying just the opposite. What was going on with her?

“C’mon, Ky, it’ll be good for both of us, I swear.”

The sound of their mother leaving the kitchen and coming their way became clear to the two of them. Kylee pulled her hand free and stood.

“I may be horny, but not that horny.” She crossed her arms in front of her protectively. “I can’t believe you even thought of that.”

As she turned to go she caught a glance at her brother’s crotch. A long bulge was apparent in his jeans. She wanted to turn back and get a good look at it, but instead she left the room in a snit.

~ ~ ~

As soon as she closed her bedroom door behind her, Kylee’s hand was down the front of her thin yoga pants. Her fingers encountered wetness like there never was before. She barely made it to her bed as she pulled her pants down as far as her knees. Her finger plunged in deep, her other hand went up under her shirt to grab at her braless titties. Every sensation was heightened like it was the first time she’d ever touched herself.

Another finger, then a third. She began pumping mercilessly. With her other hand, she pinched a nipple, harder than usual, pulling and twisting. It hurt and felt good at the same time. A moan escaped as she worked her pussy harder. “This is so wrong…” she hissed as she writhed on the bed.

Her imagination flashed to the glimpse she’d gotten of her brother’s bulge. The inappropriate thoughts rushed in. That was his cock…his hard cock. What made him so hard…was it me? He asked me to suck it. He wants to lick my pussy and suck my clit. So fucking wrong…so disgusting. It normally took her a while to get there, but she could already feel her orgasm approaching…and it was coming fast.

He told me about how he jacks off. Her mind reeled. He told me how his girlfriend spreads her legs and shows off her pussy. What if I did that? What if I spread my legs and showed him my pussy. Would he jerk off right in front of me? Would he make himself cum? Would he let me watch as the cum squirted out of his cock? My brother’s hard cock..POW!

Her orgasm hit her like an out of control Mack truck. She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming out. Her body took over, bucking wildly on the bed. She crammed her fingers as far as they would go as she rode out one wave after another. She’d given herself countless orgasms before, but none was anything like this. She wanted it to last forever.

After the storm, lying still except for a finger tracing the sensitive edges of her inner lips, it took a long while for her to catch her breath and for her heartrate to slow. Once her mind was back under her control, she ran through the entire conversation again and again. Was she making more of it than it was? Or could it be real?

Even though she’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, she wasn’t satisfied. It had been amazing, but she was alone…no one to share it with. That mattered somehow. Only problem was that with the quarantine there was no one to share anything with. Who knew how long this thing would go on or how long she would have to wait?

Kylee came to the certain conclusion that she desperately wanted to have to have another talk with her brother.

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New Stuff

I just posted the lastest installment of “Sisterly Love” by the perversely talented Paris Waterman. He was gracious (and productive) enough to send me a number of chapters, so I will do my best to post one a week for the next several weeks. If you’re enjoying this selection of nasty filth, please take a moment to leave a comment and let the author know how much the time and hard work put into this taboo series is appreciated. Enjoy…

Psycho Porn

I’m going to try to make this a quick one, but we all know how that usually goes with me – blah, blah, blah.

Okay, so, I got myself off to what I would consider an odd video the other day. It was a compilation of cumshots, but that wasn’t the weird part (I often find myself drawn to vids that feature dozens of guys jerking off and shooting creamy loads – can’t seem to get enough of that). What set this one apart for me was that it was centered around guys cumming on women’s hair (click the pic to see the video – I only made it as far as the 1:30 mark before I had an especially intense climax – then bookmarked for continued viewing pleasure later).

I don’t know if hair-bukakke has always been a thing and I’m just discovering it now, or if it has been a niche kink for a while, but after I fingered myself to that wonderfully frantic orgasm, I found myself a bit perplexed. Why did I get so turned on by that?

I won’t pretend to fully understand it all, but I decided to shove it into the mental junk drawer that I label “psychological” porn. It’s an ill-defined category, for sure, and it might not make sense to anyone else, but the things I put there have more to do with the “idea” of what’s happening in the video (or it can even be a pic) rather than the straight-out sexiness of it.

To me, hot girl masturbating = sexy. Guy with nice cock masturbating = sexy. Male and female fucking = sexy, duh. Lesbians doing just about anything naked = super sexy. And the list goes on. These are the things that just about everyone would agree on (depending on orientation and level of openness). But guys spooging all over women’s hair? Why the hell would this get me off like that?

Sure, there’s a novelty factor to it – I’d never seen it before (at least not as an intentional act – there’s always the odd spurt here or there that gets into the hair (speaking from experience)). There’s also the cock and cum element that is an arousing feature for me (even if the dick is blurred out, sometimes just the arm motion can do it for me). But that’s not what had me strumming my clit like a banjo player on meth. It was the “idea” of it all.

Women, as a general rule, hate getting stuff in their hair – especially gooey gunk that’s hard to get out. The “idea” that women would allow a guy (or several guys) to purposely pump their load of man mustard directly into (or onto) their hair feels so…so…depraved. Maybe that sounds too strong, but as far as I can tell that’s the element that takes it beyond just the “Yuck factor” to “Oh, God, I can’t make myself cum fast enough to this!”

Embarrassing confession time. I hope this doesn’t turn too many of you off, but every few months I get a hankering for a bestiality porn session. Nothing too extreme, just a little doggie on woman action, and occasionally a chick sucking a bit of horse cock. I know, pretty freaky, and mostly downright wrong. But, here again, it’s the “idea” of what these women are doing that turns me on in a way that I shouldn’t admit to. I don’t find what they’re doing sexy in and of itself – I don’t see a funky dog dick and want to put it in my mouth, or pussy, or ass like I do when I see a human cock. And I don’t find the beasts particularly sexy. What does it for me is that these women would either degrade themselves to the level of having sex with an animal, or are depraved enough to do these things with dogs and horses because they really want it. (If you’re curious, I use Luxuretv.com to satisfy by repulsive animal porn urges – no redirects and haven’t picked up any computer viruses there…yet).

Sorry if that lowers your impression of me (and I wouldn’t blame you if it does), but what’s the point of all this if I can’t be honest with you about the depths of my reprehensible behavior? I’m counting on most (if not all) of you being charitable when it comes to this admission of mine – given the nature of our little community here I don’t “kink-shaming” is high on our list of things to do.

As I thought over my concept of “psychological porn” during the past few days I came to a fairly obvious realization that may explain my fascination with incest fantasy: it’s a perfect mix of “psychological” and “normal” porn. When you come right down to it, either in video or story form, it’s just two (or more) people having sex. Without any of the story aspects, it’s essentially “normal” porn that is generally okay to get turned on by. It’s only when the story element of the people having sex being related is added on top that it becomes taboo, deviant, and outright wrong.

It’s that psychological component, the depraved act of a naked mom spreading her legs for her son, that puts it over the top for me. It’s still just two people having sex, but it’s the “idea” that a mother would do something as sexually deplorable as having sex with her own son that gets me going the way that it does. This is why incest porn vids (and stories) that jump right into the sucking and fucking with no setup are so much less satisfying to me – it’s a couple of regular people having sex. But when it’s established (true or not) that she’s his mom, or aunt, or sister, or grandma, or cousin, or daughter then it gets interesting.

I don’t think for a second that I’m breaking any new ground here with these observations, but I do believe I could write an entire doctoral thesis on the topic! However, since I already failed to keep this short (as predicted), I’ll leave it at that.

Are there any types or categories of porn that fall into the realm of “psychological porn” for you? Please, please, please tell me! What and why (and maybe where)?

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I’m working on a new story based on current world events for all of you who are suffering forced self-quarantine. I’m hoping to have it done by the end of the week…if we survive that long!

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