I glanced over at Katie who smiled as she began to
slowly undress herself. I then knelt in front of Stacy
and, with a good deal of force, shoved my face into her
twat. I had never given a girl head before but I knew
what felt good and what didn’t. I tried to achieve the
former. Every once in a while Stacy would tell me
something felt really good or give me small
instructions. I finally looked up at her and said, “I’m
behind the steering wheel this time.” And with that I
stuck my finger up her ass.
That caught her off guard. I went back to eating her
out and eventually raised my head up and pulled my
finger out of her rear end. She kissed me and then
patted the strap on which I still had in my hand.
“Please fuck me, Emily,” she moaned.
Then she turned and put her ass in my face. I held it
the way killers in movies hold butcher knives and
basically began stabbing Stacy in the pussy with it. I
started slow but, as she began pushing back into me,
the whole series of motions got faster and harder.
Finally, I put my tongue in her ass and my free hand on
her clit. As I licked and massaged she suddenly tensed
up and pushed back into me really hard. She began
making these deep, almost growling noises and then, all
of a sudden she relaxed, whimpering into the back of
the futon.
I looked over at Katie who was now naked and bringing
herself to her own orgasm. She was really loud and as
she finished moaning and squealing I pulled her to her
feet. I just looked her over for a while as she stood
there panting. She was so small, sweet and, almost
nerdy looking, but remarkably pretty. I ran my fingers
through her short blonde hair and then kissed her. She
kissed me back and we smiled at each other. I started
touching her all over, softly exploring her tiny, but
perfect, frame. Finally as I stood to kiss her again
Stacy, who’d recovered, step up next to us, put the box
in my hands and said, “Let’s go to the bed room,
girls.”
She stood between us, hooking her arms in ours and
leading us to her bed. As I stood and watched she put
Katie on it on her hands and knees. She turned to me
and reached in the box. With a naughty smile she pulled
out a couple of scarves, one of which she blindfolded
Katie with. The other she used to tie her hands behind
her back.
“What was it she said?” Stacy asked referencing Katie’s
statement at the study group, “‘Hold my hands behind my
back, shove my face in a pillow and fuck the shit out
of me?’”
Stacy took the strap on from me and wiped it off on the
scarf holding Katie’s hands in place. She then put it
around her own waist.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” she said, matter-of-
factly.
With that she crawled onto the bed and inserted the
rubber dick into our little friend from behind. Slowly,
she began to ease it in and out as Katie moaned into
the pillow. I watched the erotic scene before me for
about a minute or two before Stacy pulled me up onto
the bed, motioning for me to get in front of Katie.
“I believe she also said to talk to her like trash,” I
added as I pulled her head up of the pillow by her
hair. “Didn’t you, you nasty, slutty little whore?”
“Yes,” she weakly replied.
Stacy suddenly slapped her on the ass really hard.
“Yes, what, you miserable little Cunt?”
“Yes… Mistress?” Katie offered.
“That’s better,” I said, surprising myself at how
quickly I was adapting to such a taboo game. “Mistress
Stacy gets that end and I … get this one.”
I kissed Katie again, this time really hard. Then I
shoved her face in my pussy. Stacy whispered something
to me about our little slave girl not liking to perform
cunnilingus but, that must have been circumstantial
because she started going to town between my legs. I
mean it. She licked and sucked my clit better than it’s
ever been done and I was overwhelmed by lust.
Stacy and I started to kiss and pull each other’s hair
as we reached for each other from both ends of Katie.
We were absolutely soaking the sheets with sweat, all
of us were moaning and squealing and grunting and
screaming and writhing around. It was marvelous!
Finally, Stacy started pounding into Katie harder and
harder. Katie lost focus on my clit as she started to
scream. Within seconds Stacy started to tense up and
quiver. Her lips snarled and she growled again like a
beast as I realized she was coming. With one last hard
push into Katie she stopped and then fell backwards on
her ass, panting.
I pulled Katie’s face up to mine and started to kiss
her. I placed her hand between my legs and mine between
hers and we started to jerk each other off. I started
whispering into her ear how nasty she was, how dirty it
was for her to let two other girls use her like this
and for her to like it so much. A minute or two later
Katie came. Almost as if on cue, so did I.
We all just collapsed, trying desperately to catch our
breath. Within a few seconds we all started to giggle.
Giggles turned to full on laughter and we all sighed.
“That was fabulous,” I moaned.
“Yes,” added Stacy, “Yes, it was.”
“And on that note, I have to pee,” Katie said, almost
crawling to the bathroom.
Without hesitation Stacy wanted confirmation of my
state of mind.
“So,” she said, “we okay?”
I smiled. “We’re okay.” I crawled to her and kissed
her. “We’re all okay.”
“I’m very pleased,” she said. “So, do you think its
possible now for me to meet this amazing man who knows
how to give good butt sex? Or would you be too jealous
to share.”
I thought for a moment. Then I smiled.
“Let me think about it,” I told her. Then added,
“You’ve certainly earned it… along with my trust.”
“Good I’m glad.”
“Me too.” I paused, “Don’t ever let me regret it,
okay.”
Stacy kissed me very passionately and then said, “No
matter what, no matter what happens or what the
situation… you have my word.”
Wow. What a great dinner.
-= PART 5 =-
And Then There Were Three
“You what?” Jason sat there with his mouth open,
looking more stunned and confused than angry.
“I… I had sex with a couple of girls,” I stated
again, still nervous he might become mad out of
jealousy. At the very least I expected him to be upset
about being kept in the dark.
He just sat there staring off into space for a few
moments and then quietly asked when it had happened. I
told him about the study group that Stacy had molested
me on the way home from and about screwing her and
Katie at her place the night before. He just sat there.
I was becoming confused myself at his behavior. Finally
he furrowed his brow as he put all the pieces together.
“So, that girl you were talking to outside yesterday,
the one you had dinner with… you fucked her?”
“Yes,” I said flatly while trying to hide encroaching
nervous nausea.
“…Then, last night was kind of a date?”
“…Yes.”
Jason still looked confused. He stood and started to
pace slightly, still mulling over the details.
“But she had a friend there and you had sex with her
too,” he added, more like her was doing arithmetic than
asking questions.
“I did.” I really felt like I was going to hurl by this
point.
“So, are you a lesbian or what? I mean… are you
dating this Stacy girl or…? I don’t understand.”
Jason really seemed to be having difficulty grasping
everything all the little details.
“No, Jason. I’m not a lesbian. And I’m not dating
Stacy. We just had sex.” Suddenly I was finding myself
no longer fighting nausea as much as the urge to laugh.
Jason almost seemed pitiful. I was beginning to think
he was afraid of loosing me to a woman.
I explained everything again. This time I added all my
feelings at the time of the encounters. I also told him
that it didn’t mean that he and I had to stop our
relationship, only that I wanted to pursue sex with
women… if he didn’t mind. He seemed a little appeased
at that point. At the very least, he seemed less
freaked out. Finally, he grinned.
“So… you liked it?” he asked.
I nodded and smiled.
Jason scratched his head and laughed a little. Finally
he sighed with a bit of relief.
“Well, if my little sister wants to tie girls up and
eat pussy, who am I to stop her?” He smiled for a
moment and then held up a very serious index finger.
“Just don’t tell them about us.”
“Well, “I said, suddenly a little queasy again, “that’s
the thing…”
All the color drained out of my brother’s face and he
gulped as I saw absolute horror enter his eyes.
“Emily, you didn’t…” he said.
“No! No, no, no, no. I didn’t tell them that you and I
are having sex,” I reassured him. “It’s just, I did
tell the girls that I was have anal sex with this guy
and I actually liked it and now… now Stacy wants to
meet you and… for you to fuck her in the ass.”
Jason was officially completely bewildered. He slowly
sat back down. None of this made any sense to him.
“I’m okay with it, Jay and… I actually think it could
be fun to bring her in.”
He looked at me like I had said that it could be fun to
run down Main Street, naked, stabbing ourselves in the
stomach with a knife screaming “the British are
coming!” at lunch time.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he exclaimed.
“The way you talk about this girl she can’t keep her
mouth closed about anybody’s sex life. Now, you want to
let her in our bed?!”
“I made her swear to keep it to herself. She promised
she wouldn’t tell a soul.”
“And I’m to believe that because…?”
He made a good point whether I cared to admit it or
not. Stacy did have a mouth on her and she loved to
gossip and to talk about sex. Could she really be
trusted to keep our secret?
Much to our surprise and discomfort there was a knock
at the door. I went to answer it and was stunned and a
bit dismayed to see Stacy standing there.
“Hey, k*d,” she said cheerfully entering without an
invite. “How are you today?”
“Stacy, what can I do for you?”
“I found this under the futon,” she held up a tube of
lipstick. “It’s not mine and Katie doesn’t really wear
the stuff so I wondered if maybe it fell out of your
purse last night.”
“Actually,” I said mildly relieved, “it is. Thank you.”
It was obvious that she could sense something was up.
She looked at me and then over to Jason. She walked
over to him and presented her hand to him.
“Hi, there. Stacy. We met yesterday.”
“Yes,” Jason said, half way taking her hand. “You’re
the girl who’s fucking my sister.”
I was mortified. Stacy took her hand back but didn’t
loose her smile. She looked over at me with, what I
interpreted as her form of shock. She wanted some sort
of explanation but, I just stared at her with my mouth
open.
“It’s my understanding you can’t keep your mouth shut
about people’s sexcapades either,” Jason added.
Stacy collected herself enough to respond.
“…And you’re afraid I’m going to tell everybody on
campus that your baby sister is a rugmuncher,” she
clarified.
“Among other things,” said Jason frankly.
“Look, Jason, I won’t breath an unwelcome word of it.
The main reason I…” she stopped suddenly. She looked
over at me and then stared back at Jason, narrowing her
eyes. Finally she said, “It’s you.”
“What?” Jason asked.
“You,” she said again. “You’re the one she’s taking it
up the ass from… aren’t you?”
Jason and I didn’t respond well. We both froze up and
began to c***e on a dozen responses that got stuck in
our throats once we realized that they would only
confirm her suspicions. Unfortunately, so did our
silence.
“I don’t know why I didn’t see it yesterday? It’s
written all over both of you.” She paused and then
chuckled just a bit. “Don’t worry; I swear I will keep
it to myself. I won’t tell a soul.”
I piped up. “Assuming that what you’re suggesting is
true, how can we trust you?”
“Relax, K*d. It’s in my best interest to stay quiet.
For one thing, I’d like to stay friends and this could
really hurt you. For another… God, it just… you’re
consensually fucking your big brother. How kinky is
that? And he knows how to do a girl in the ass so she
enjoys it.” Stacy looked back at Jason, “For the other
thing… I want in.”
“What exactly…” Jason began.
“I want to continue fucking Emily. Plus, I want you to
put that talented dick to work up my ass. Clear
enough.”
We all just stood there for a moment in silence.
Finally Stacy left saying that she’d let us think it
over and would return for an answer eight pm that
night.
“An immediate answer, if you know what I mean,” she
added as she walked out the door.
Jason and I talked it over… and over and over and
over and over. We discussed all the potentials and
possibilities of letting Stacy into our bed. Finally,
we decided that we were willing to extend our trust and
give her a chance for the several reasons. The main one
was… we wanted to.
“Think of it,” I said, “instead of one sexy little
whore to play with you’ll have two. And this one you
can penetrate in every opening.”
“I guess you’ll have the best of both worlds,” Jason
said.
“You want me to find you a guy to play with?” I teased.
“No thanks,” he said. “Not now anyway. Let me watch
Velvet Goldmine a few more times and I might consider
it but, I’m pretty sure I’m straight.”
We agreed and made plans for sex with our sultry
neighbor that night. We ate around 5:30 and then Jason
began trying to straighten the place up while I picked
out my clothes for the evening. I chose a short plaid
skirt, white knee socks, black shoes and a tight white,
button up shirt. I then decided that this wasn’t how I
wanted to present myself so, I stripped and started
digging through my closes again. Jason came in at some
point and stopped me.
“Oh, no. Not the multiple wardrobe changes again.”
Jason pulled a tread bear Ministry T-Shirt out of my
drawer, put in on me and announced that I was fine.
“But I’m not wearing anything,” I pouted.
“Exactly,” he grinned.
The encroaching winter air did lead me to add some
socks. After that I helped Jason tidy up some more and
then crawled under a blanket on the sofa. I began
searching through our porn for scenes that might get
Stacy excited, mostly girl/girl and girl/girl/guy
stuff. I watched a couple while I waited for her to
show up. Finally, there was a knock at the door. Jason,
who had showered and put on a black t-shirt and jeans,
went to answer the door. He opened it and there, in all
her trashy glory, was Stacy.
At 102 lbs soaking wet she still looked intimidating.
She had on her leather jacket over a black and red
corset. The tiny, tight short shorts she wore were
black vinyl. A red garter belt reached out from the
shorts to hold up black stockings covered in runs.
These led down to very high heeled, black vinyl ankle
boots that laced up the front. All this was topped of
with dull, silver gothic jewelry and tons of make up,
especially around her eyes.
“Eight o’ clock, on the dot,” she announced, again
inviting herself in. “What’s the verdict, Kids? Do I
get some tonight or did I get dressed up for nothing?”
“Look, Stacy,” my brother began, “it’s like this, Emily
and I discussed it and…”
He paused, took her jacket, threw it on the floor next
to the front door and pulled her over to him by her
necklace.
“…You are now, my bitch.”
Stacy giggled and kicked one heel up as she pressed her
legs together.
“I’m not fucking joking, you little whore,” Jason said
in a dark, sultry tone that I had been privilege to a
few times. He switched his grip to her hair and put the
other hand on her throat. “You molested Emily so, she’s
your bitch. I’ll let you have her to do with as you
wish. Of course, I get her when I want. Partly because
she was mine first but, mainly because you are now
mine. Mine to do with however I choose. Get it?”
I was swallowing hard, almost intimidated and
definitely turned on by Jason’s words and behavior. I
can only imagine how Stacy felt but, I did notice her
knees shaking a little. Still she giggled a little.
Jason took this as an invitation to assert his new
authority.
“Do you get it, little Miss Slut?” he demanded as he
lifted he to her toes.
“Yes, Master Jason,” she said falling right into place.
Jason let her down and went to fix us all some drinks,
straight scotch, but not before telling Stacy to strip
down to her stockings and boots. She looked over at me
and smiled, practically beaming and winked. After that
she began to quickly undress. I had to help her with
her corset but by the time Jason was back with our
drinks, she had on nothing but shredded stockings and
high heels.
“Emily,” he said as he handed Stacy and me our drinks,
“would you please work this nasty whore’s holes open
with your tongue while I introduce her to my dick?”
Stacy and I both shot about half of our drinks before I
got behind her and began licking her asshole and pussy
like our lives depended on it. As she moaned, Jason
whipped out his dick and slapped her in the face with
it before shoving in her mouth. Between us we worked
over every opening the girl had right in the middle of
the living room until, finally she came with the usual
grunts and moans.
At this point, Jason pulled her to her feet and led her
by the back of the neck to the bed room where he bent
her over. Without a single word he shoved his dick into
her pussy and started fucking the absolute shit out of
her. I lay down next to her and started kissing and
petting her. Stacy started hollering louder than I’d
ever heard her at this point.
She began to quake all over and it became obvious that
she was cumming again. I saw Jason reach over to the
bedside table and pick up the lube. He smeared some on
Stacy’s rectum as she continued to cum for a good solid
30 to 45 seconds. It may have even been over a minute.
With that Jason pulled his dick out of her front and
placed the head at the opening of her ass. He started
to ease in and suddenly Stacy tensed up.
“Wait, wait… just… give me a minute. I… uh…” It
was clear she was becoming apprehensive.
“Its okay, Sweetheart,” I said stroking her hair and
kissing her.
“I’m going to go very slow, Stacy, “Jason told her,
“but, you have to relax.”
He gave her another moment and she relaxed. Gradually
he eased his dick into her ass. Stacy moaned and then
bit her lip as more and more penetrated her. Finally,
Jason was all he way in. He paused to let her catch her
breath.
“How are you doing,” he asked.
“I… um… I’m okay. It just feels a little weird.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, “she said, although I wondered. “I’m okay. It
just… I need to…”
“I’m going to give you a chance to get used to it,” he
began before changing his tone. “And then, I’m going to
start fucking your nasty, slutty little ass like
there’s no tomorrow… And you’re going to take it
’cause you’re a fucking piece of whory trash. Do you
understand, Cunt?”
She nodded.
“I asked if you fucking understand, you fucking whore.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jason suddenly pulled his cock out fast until just the
head was in her butt. Stacy gasped. Jason eased back in
and then pulled out again. He repeated this, gradually
picking up speed until he was officially fucking my
friend in the ass. Before long she was bucking back
into him while moaning and whimpering.
“Do you like it?” I whispered to her.
“Oh… god… yes,” she moaned.
This went on for what seemed like forever. I started
masturbating and brought myself to a surprisingly
strong orgasm. Finally, Jason began to grunt a few
times and shot his load deep in Stacy’s ass. They both
collapsed.
We all lay there for a while before Jason got up,
pulled out and went to the bathroom. As I stroked
Stacy’s hair and kissed her all over her face, Jason
looked back at me and told me to get ready, that after
he’d cleaned up and rested a bit, it was my turn.
“His AND mine,” Stacy cooed as she kissed me back.
“How was it?” I asked her.
“Mmmm,” she smiled. “Thank you, Emily. Thank you very
much. It was everything I dreamed and then some.”
She kissed me again before asking if the three of us
could make a habit of it. What could I tell her?
Absolutely.
-= PART 6 =-
How To Seriously Complicate Things In Three Easy
Lessons
Jason and I started getting lots of visits from Stacy.
Almost daily. As she put it, she’d done a lot of really
kinky things but, screwing my brother and me
simultaneously, especially when he often had his dick
in one of our asses was by far her favorite. Part of it
was probably just the taboo nature of the whole thing
but, another aspect had to be that we would indulge
pretty much any fantasy she had.
Stacy wants to be dominated? No problem. She wants to
dominate one or both of us? Why not? She wants to 69
with me while Jason sodomizes me only to pull out and
spray cum all over her face and hair? Bring it on. She
wants him and me to take turns shoving everything in
the apartment in every hole she’s got? We’re game.
One afternoon I was lying on the bed, wearing the
strap-on with Stacy riding it. Jason was behind her
fucking her in the rear. The first time we’d tried this
Stacy said that the strain on her pussy was too much
but, she gotten more used to it and now it was what she
wanted the most. As my brother and I screwed her she
got louder and louder, screaming by the end.
“FUCK ME! GOD, FUCK ME! I LOVE IT, EMILY! I LOVE IT
ALL! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME!”
Eventually Jason put a hand over her mouth. He started
fucking her harder though and the apartment was still
filled with loud muffled moans. Seconds later her
pulled out and covered us both in semen.
Later, I was in the kitchen making coffee which I
intended to Irish up for the three of us, Kalua for
Jason, Irish Creme for me and straight whiskey for
Stacy. I could sort of hear Jason and Stacy talking in
the bedroom as he explained more details about how he
and I’s sex life took shape.
From his perspective it was a night of drunken lust and
debauchery that resulted in bringing the two of us
closer. I hated to tell him but, I tended to think of
it as a night of drunken closeness that resulted in
more and more lust and debauchery. Sad but, what can I
say, I like nasty sex and ours was getting nastier by
the day. Still, his perspective seemed much sweeter.
“Hey Jason,” I called out, “where’s the Kalua? I can’t
find it.”
“Look in the spice rack,” he yelled back.
I finished our coffee and returned to the bedroom.
After a little caffeine and booze the three of us got
back to the dirty sex. Stacy knelt in front of me and
began eating me out. I put my hand on the back of her
head and shoved her face in harder, grinding my cunt
into her tongue. Jason watched for a while but,
eventually stood, stroked himself for a few seconds and
then pushed Stacy aside.
Stacy had recent taken me to get on birth control and
Jason and I had started having actual, vaginal sex.
Fucking me in the pussy was what he wanted the most
now. I must say, I was thrilled as well. He slide into
me with unbelievable ease, since I was soaked at this
point, and began fucking me. He used steady, smooth
strokes on me for about five minutes before pulling
out, grabbing Stacy by the hair, shoving his dick in
her mouth and making her drink his orgasm.
God, we were so nasty.
I loved it.
It was a great time in our relationship and I had
become so comfortable that I never dreamed anything
could go wrong. I was on top of the world, high with
desire and madly in love with my sex life. It was this
sort of euphoria that accompanied me as I went, later
that evening, with Stacy to Sabrina’s. We always had
study sessions there and we had one scheduled for that
night.
We arrived a little late, giggling to ourselves about
our earlier debauchery and, as she’s prone to do, Stacy
just opened the door, without knocking, to Sabrina’s
apartment, letting us both in. The usual gang, Sabrina,
Grace and Katie were there and they stopped what they
were talking about in order to stare at the two us
silently. There seemed to be a strange feeling in the
room, like we’d walked into a wedding uninvited.
Stacy and I stopped, still laughing a bit and greeted
the girls, who said nothing. We paused. I apologized
for being about a half hour late. Still nothing. The
girls just stared.
“Who died?” Stacy asked in her usual, tactless manor.
“Who died?” Sabrina repeated. She seemed almost pissed.
“Someone didn’t really, did they?” Stacy amended.
“Because… I was just kidding.”
“No one is dead,” Sabrina clarified Then she dropped
the big bomb. “I was just telling Grace and Katie here
about how I’d stopped by Emily’s place earlier to
confirm tonight. I just happened to be walking by and
thought maybe I could convince her to bring some extra
beer or something.”
My stomach suddenly knotted up and I felt myself freeze
and go pale. I had a sick feeling that I knew where
this was heading.
“As I walk up to her door, I hear what sounds like you
screaming,” she continued, indicating Stacy as the loud
voice, “‘FUCK ME! FUCK ME! EMILY! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK
MY ASS!’ I did some real complicated math, realized you
two were screwing and decided to wait for a few
minutes, seeing as you sounded so close to finished.”
“Sabrina…” Stacy began but was silenced with a raised
hand from Sabrina.
“I lit a cigarette and smoked it. Waiting for some
audio indication that you to nymphomaniacs were done.
As I began to believe it was over, I heard Emily’s
voice call out the name Jason, asking about some Kalua,
or something. Then I hear her brother Jason’s voice
call back. I listen closer and realize that you and he
are talking. Then it dawns on me that the THREE of you
have been FUCKING!”
There was a long pause. I was mortified, embarrassed
beyond belief and trying as hard as I could to think of
a lie to cover it all up. Stacy just stood there with a
“Yeah, so?” attitude.
“Your point,” she said at last.
“My point is that Emily and her brother are screwing
around together and you’re encouraging it, you nasty
whore!”
Grace tried to calm Sabrina down, Katie just stared at
me with sympathetic, concerned eyes and Stacy,
diplomatic as usual told Sabrina to go fuck herself and
that she had “… no fucking idea what the fuck you are
fucking talking about!”
“There is always a lot of “fucking” with you, isn’t
there Stacy?” Sabrina shot back. “It doesn’t even
matter to you that this girl is getting molested, does
it?”
“I’m not getting ‘molested’!” I suddenly chimed in,
offended at the notion.
“Please, Emily,” Sabrina said firmly, “if you don’t see
it then you’re also being manipulated. It’s severe co-
dependent behavior.”
“Look, Sabrina…” I began. But Stacy stopped me.
“Emily, I think you should go home.”
“I’m not fucking going home! This crazy bitch thinks
I’m being molested and I intend to set her straight!”
Again, Stacy cut me off.
“Emily,” she snapped before suddenly dropping to a very
quiet and rational sounding tone. “…go home. I will
meet you there later. Do it.”
We starred at each other for a while and suddenly I had
the feeling I was being talked to by one of my parents.
She seemed very authoritative and concerned. I
hesitated, glared back at Sabrina and then left.
I was barely down the block before Katie came running
up behind me. She called my name and, since she lacked
the moral indignation that Sabrina was spewing in her
voice I stopped and let her catch up.
“Stacy said I should drive you home.”
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Emily,” Katie said, sympathetically, “come on. Let me
give you a ride.”
I agreed without a word or indication of emotion, other
than anger, and we walked back to Katie’s car. We went
back to my house in complete silence and then she
walked me up the stairs. I stopped her once we got to
the door.
“I’m fine here,” I said.
“Stacy said I should come in with you.”
“Jesus, Katie, do you do everything Stacy says?” I
asked indignantly.
She just sighed. “Stacy seems crazy A LOT of the time
but, I’ve learned that she really does have our best
interest at heart and she looks out for us. If she says
that you and Jason are okay… I trust her.”
I starred at her for a long time. I mean a LONG time.
It was a much more dramatic pause than any movie could
ever get away with. Finally, I turned and opened the
door for the both of us. We walked in and Jason was
sitting in the chair reading.
“Hey, Jason,” Katie said, with an almost wicked, smile.
It surprised me.
“Hey, girls,” he replied. “Em, I thought you were going
to be gone for a few hours.”
I let out a long painful sigh. I mustered up every
ounce of strength I had in me and I told him what had
happened. He closed his eyes for a long time and
finally said, “Fuck!” After finally opening his eyes,
he looked at Katie and asked her what had possessed her
to follow me home.
“Somebody just had to make sure Emily was okay,” she
said.
Jason paused again for a while and then addressed Katie
again.
“What do you think will happen?”
“Honestly,” she said very matter-of-factly, “I think
Stacy will reason with them. I mean, if she doesn’t
think there’s anything wrong with the two of you
fooling around then… then there must not be.”
My brother and I starred at Katie, scanning her face
for some indication that she might be messing with us.
Jason finally said it out loud.
“And, what’s to make us think that you’re not just
trying to gain our trust so that you can casually go to
Social Services or something tomorrow?”
Katie looked as though she might respond as if the
question itself were absurd. However, she paused,
looked at Jason and then to me. Then, she started to
caress my cheek. She leaned over and gently kissed me.
She parted my lips with hers and pushed her tongue in
my mouth. She began to kiss me more and more
passionately and before I knew it, she was pulling off
my shirt.
I allowed her to completely undress me, kissing every
inch of my body as she went, before I really
reciprocated. I began to undress her and kiss her all
over. By the time we were both naked we had our tongues
buried in each others’ mouths, a hand pressed firmly
behind each others’ head and the other hand between
each others’ legs. As she began to come Katie stopped
kissing me and I increased the speed of my fingers. She
let out a long, loud, muffled whimper as she came.
Then, once she was done, she started rubbing me to an
orgasm.
I looked over at Jason, who’d been watching and playing
with his exposed erection the whole time. He stood and
took a step toward us. I came hard and moments after I
finished, he tugged himself harder and faster until he
did as well. Jason covered Katie and me in his semen
and we giggled while trying half heartedly to block it
with our hands. In reality, we loved having it all over
our naked bodies.
Once Jason was finished Katie knelt in front of him and
sucked his dick for a few seconds. She continued to tug
on it as she looked up at him and asked, “So, am I
trust worthy?”
I began to laugh. Jason and Katie just stared at each
other for a while, smiling. She still seemed to be
waiting for an answer and he still seemed unwilling to
give one. Finally, he relented.
“You’re trust worthy… for now.”
About two hours later, the three of us were dressed and
trying desperately to study. Jason had gone to the bed
room and Katie and I had begun studying what we
originally planned to at Sabrina’s in the living room.
Katie never even asked Jason or me how we’d begun or
affair. She just accepted it. All three of us had begun
drinking and we were beginning to get a little tipsy
when there was a sudden knock on the door. I got up,
went to the door and looked through the peep hole.
Strangely, there was Stacy, waiting politely outside,
smoking.
“What, you’re not going to just barge in,” I asked with
a surprised smile, the booze having numbed a great deal
of my anxiety.
“I figured I’d better learn to be more careful and
diplomatic,” she said as she entered. She stuck her
cigarette in my mouth while she pulled off her leather
jacket and dumped it in the corner. She took it back
after allowing me a couple of drags. “You seem to be in
better spirits.”
“Katie gave me a hand job and Jason spunked all over
us. Then we had a few drinks. The night turned out kind
of nice,” I mused as Katie laughed.
“Uh huh,” Stacy said, seeming almost unimpressed. Then
she asked, “Where’s your brother?”
“Right here,” said Jason, entering the room. “So,
what’s the story?”
“The story is,” Stacy informed us, “that I managed to
reason with them. Grace was okay with it as long as she
believed you were really okay with it. I managed to
convince her that you were. As far as Sabrina is
concerned, … I threatened her with getting outed as a
pervert and a lesbian to her extremely Catholic
parents.”
“You what?!?” Jason and I exclaimed simultaneously.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” Stacy said in her own
defense. “Anyway, I didn’t mean it. I was just trying
to get her attention.”
“Did it work?” Katie asked.
“Yeah, well, once I explained that some of her
practices were viewed by certain others as disturbed
she began to listen and reconsider. Eventually, I was
able to reason with her.”
“Thank God!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, well…” Stacy finally added, “there is one
catch.”
Jason stepped forward, very concerned. “What’s that?”
he asked.
Stacy smiled. She looked over at Katie and then as if
she suddenly realized our blonde, waifish little friend
was there, went and sat next to her. She put an arm
around her and then produced another cigarette, which
she lit with the one she walked in with before putting
it out. As she allowed the tension in the room to build
as much as possible, she exhaled and I finally snapped.
“Stacy! What?”
Again, she grinned before asking us rather casually,
“What are you two doing for Christmas and Spring
break?”
Katie beamed and laughed. Jason and I just looked at
each other confused.
“Why do you ask?”
-= PART 7 =-
Fucking More Things Up
Stacy told us that she’d been planning a couple of week
long vacations for Christmas break and spring break.
Her Aunt had a cabin in north Georgia that she’d talked
her into loaning out for a week at a time. The original
plan was to take several of her girl friends up there
to party for a week. She decided however, to make it a
more, as she put it, educational trip.
“What do you mean ‘educational’?” Jason asked.
“I think all of us girls could use a retreat to learn
more about sex. Originally I just planned for us to all
get trashed and eat each other out for a week straight.
Guys would complicate the situation because they don’t
know how to be discreet.”
“This coming from you.”
Stacy ignored Jason’s jab and continued unabated. “With
you we’d have a demonstrative aid and we’d have just
the right kind of dirt on you to keep you honest.”
“I am so confused,” I confessed.
“You, me, Katie, Gracie, Sabrina and a couple of my
other girlfriends, Jason and an undetermined amount of
booze,” Stacy clarified. “We all go up to the mountains
for a week. We teach each other how to suck dick, eat
pussy, take it in the ass, what-ever-we can think off.
We trade off beds, getting to sleep with someone
different every night and we basically just spend our
whole vacation getting fucked up and laid.”
Jason, Katie and I just starred at her. We all had our
mouths hanging open and didn’t know how to begin to
respond.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I finally asked.
“What? This could be great!”
“I’m still confused,” said Jason. “You want me to spend
my vacation with seven girls being ya’ll’s sex slave
all week?”
“Basically.”
“You are fucking crazy.”
“What’s the matter, Jason,” Stacy sneered, “afraid you
wouldn’t be able to keep up with us all?”
“I’m sure I could keep up. I’m just not sure it’s a
great idea for my little sister and I to spend a week
at an orgy.”
Stacy, took another drag off her cigarette. She looked
at Katie, brushed the girl’s bangs out of her eyes,
exhaled and said, “Sabrina said that if the two of you
came with us, she’d keep her mouth shut about your
relationship.”
Jason and I looked at each other, frustrated. We
starred at each other for a while, silently exchanging
obvious thoughts about the pros and cons of this insane
idea. Sharing Jason with Stacy and Katie was weird
enough but, a house full of girls? Not to mention, two
we didn’t know, two who didn’t trust us and we’d have
no convenient way of getting out of it if anything went
wrong. Add to all that the entire thing being Stacy’s
idea in the first place and it was obvious that the
whole plan was nuts.
“Okay, we’ll do it,” I said with a final sigh. Jason
agreed. In reality we knew we had to agree or risk
being outed to the whole world as an incestuous couple.
“I want guarantees, though,” insisted Jason.
“What kind of guarantees?” asked Stacy.
“STD tests for everyone, no bringing other strangers
back to the house, nothing that could endanger us in
any way.”
“Done.” Stacy stood and put out her cigarette. “But, I
want some guarantees, as well.”
“Like what?” Jason asked.
“Let’s see, you screwed both me and Em earlier this
afternoon. Accordingly, you came on Katie and Emily
when they got home, that makes, what, three orgasms
you’ve had today?”
“Actually,” Jason added, “Em and I did it first thing
this morning too so, four.”
“Well, good job. Think you can do it one more time?”
Stacy started to take off clothes. Katie started to
laugh a little and I gasped while Jason just stood
there.
“Stacy…” he said but was cut off.
“Jason, I need to know that you can satisfy a room full
of women for a week straight. Now, we will have each
other to fool around with but, you’re going to be in
pretty high demand. There’s a good chance you could
spend the whole trip with your cock in someone. I need
to feel like you’re the man for the job.”
By this time Stacy had stripped off her skirt, her
panties and her bra. She was down to combat boots,
thick knee socks and a black shirt unbuttoned all the
way when she pushed Jason down on the futon next to
Katie. The whole time he said nothing. She unfastened
his pants and pulled them down exposing a semi-
erection. After putting it in her mouth and sucking him
off for a few seconds he was hard enough to fuck. Stacy
climbed in his lap and they started screwing.
Katie and I just watched. She laughed a little but, I
was paying close attention to how Jason performed and
imagining sharing him with six girls for a week. We’d
acknowledged some time ago that jealousy was
incompatible with our relationship. After all, it’s not
like we could ever get married or anything. Still…
After a few minutes Stacy started fucking him harder,
mostly out of frustration from the evening’s events.
After a bit she had a small orgasm. As soon as she did,
Jason pushed her out of his lap and stood. He pulled
Katie to her feet and turned her around. Leaning over
her shoulder he kissed her and, as their tongues
swirled around in each others mouths, he pulled her
pants down to her knees.
Then, he bent her over and started to fuck her from
behind. Stacy sat next to them watching, smiling and
masturbating, occasionally looking over at me and
winking. Jason fucked our little friend harder and
harder until she started to come. Once he was done with
her he turned to me and held out his hand.
“Em,” he said, inviting me to be next in line.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” I said, getting sort of
pissed.
“Oh, come on Emily,” Stacy urged, “he’s on a role.”
I gritted my teeth and then went over to the couch.
Jason, pulled down my pants bent me over and fucked me
for a while. I was too irritated to come at first but,
Jason eventually put his dick in my ass and told Stacy
to rub my pussy. She started too and also started
whispering dirty shit in my ear. I looked over my
shoulder when I felt Katie get up next to us and saw
her and Jason kissing again. She then leaned down and
started kissing the back of my neck. Stacy kept saying
things in my ear.
“Isn’t this filthy?” she murmured. “Does it feel good,
little girl? Does your big brother’s dick feel good in
your ass? Does it feel good when I rub your nasty
little pussy? You have your brother’s dick in your ass
and two of your girlfriends rubbing and kissing you.
You are so filthy!”
Eventually I couldn’t take it any more. I came,
irritated or not, and I came hard. Katie and Stacy kept
rubbing and kissing me even as I was trying to pull
them off of me. It just felt TOO good. They were
driving me over the edge.
“OH, GOD! You guys, I can’t take it any more! It’s too
much! It’s too much!”
Right about then I felt the familiar, warm sensation of
come in my ass as Jason grunted a few times and finally
said my name surprisingly loud. He collapsed on top of
me and we all laid there for a few moments, collecting
our wits.
“Well done, Jason,” said Stacy, actually applauding as
she did. “You are definitely the man for the job.”
“Can I fuck or what?” he panted, sounding slightly
indignant. Then he turned my head back and kissed me.
“Yes, Jason. You can fuck.” Stacy stood and began to
dress.
“You are a fuck machine,” Katie added as she followed
suit.
Jason continued to lay on top of me, his cock still in
my ass and to kiss me rather sweetly. Despite this, I
was feeling the first tinge of jealousy.
***
Later, after Stacy and Katie had left, I was sitting
quietly on the sofa smoking a cigarette and staring off
into space. It was then that Jason walked over sat down
and asked what was on my mind. I collected my thoughts
as best I could and then told him that I was beginning
to have problems with our situation.
“What do you mean?” Jason asked.
“I’m starting to feel… jealous,” I hesitantly
admitted.
Jason just looked at me, trying to figure out where
this was coming from. After all, I was the one who had
originally suggested that we let Stacy into our sex
lives. I had sex with Stacy and Katie without Jason
first. Earlier that same evening I had gotten it on
with Katie in the middle of the living room while he
watched. Now, here I was saying that I felt weird about
sharing him.
“So, what? You want us to start having an exclusive
relationship?”
“No,” I said, knowing full well that this was beyond
realistic. “I just… it’s weird. I’m having trouble
wrapping my mind around sharing you with SO MANY other
girls.”
He thought for a moment. “Well,” he said, “What if you
were to try dating some other guys?”
I had already tried this for a while. I was always too
eager to get home and fuck my brother instead of the
more acceptable options. I sighed, “It just… I didn’t
feel comfortable… I don’t know.”
“You really do want to be a couple, don’t you?” Jason
put his arms around me.
“I don’t know.”
***
Later in the week, when the weekend arrived, Jason had
to head home to help our parents clean out the garage
or something like that. I had been deliberately
avoiding Stacy and everyone else, trying to sort things
out in my head. The more I thought about it, the more
frustrated and angry I got. At one point, Saturday
night, I got tired of moping around the apartment and
decided to go to a party. I chose a frat party because
I knew that I wouldn’t run into anyone that I knew very
well and would have a bit more freedom to separate
myself from my recent behavior. After several cups from
the keg and fending off more than one horny frat boy
and countless phony sorority bitches I was getting even
more frustrated. I also began to feel like I was owed
something by my friends and life in general. Not to
mention, I was a little sexually frustrated, too.
After a trip to the bathroom I made another trip to the
keg. There in front of me was this loser of a guy who
was trying desperately to pledge the frat and looked as
though he’d never even kissed a girl much less gotten
laid. He filled my cup for me and then made his best
attempts at flirting. It was kind of sad. He laughed
after everything he said, he was only marginally
attractive and he was fairly socially retarded. Under
the circumstances, he was just what I was looking for.
Here was a guy I could manipulate.
After listening to him blather for a while, I put my
hand on his mouth and asked if he wanted to get out of
there. He grinned like an idiot and nodded vigorously.
I grabbed his hand and led him outside to the distant
location of the bushes in the neighbors’ yard. It was
then that I demonstrated just how drunk, stupid and
immature I was capable of being as I pulled down his
pants, massaged his dick to erection, pulled my panties
to the side under my skirt, wrapped one leg around his
waist and started to screw him, no protection or
anything.
After about 45 seconds the fool came all over my pussy
and clothes. I don’t even think he was trying to pull
out as much as just incompetent all around. I remember
thinking that this was probably going to be the height
of his sexual life and that I’d probably devirginized
him.
I adjusted my clothes back to their original place, not
even bothering to clean up, left him there without so
much as a goodbye, walked home and passed out on the
couch. Truly a low point in my life.
***
The next day, I woke up in a daze. My head hurt and I
felt kind of gross all over. For obvious reasons I had
to peel my underpants off. I peed and then got into the
shower. Somewhere amongst all that activity an
irritating itch brought a disturbing fact to my
attention. The frat nerd, who I was positive I had
deflowered, had given me crabs. Needless to say I
freaked. I got out of the shower, dressed and made a
quick cup of coffee. I began searching the net for
recommended treatments. Somewhere in all that there was
a knock at the door. I answered it to find Stacy there.
“Hey, Girlfriend,” she beamed, as she followed me in.
I’m not positive but, I think I just grunted.
“You look like shit,” she added.
“Thank you,” I mumbled sarcastically.
“You look hung over. Big night last night?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Let’s see,” she said she lit a cigarette, offering me
one in the process. “Jason’s out of town, neither I or
Katie could find you last night, what’s the deal?”
“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That bad?”
“I wouldn’t know where to begin.” I lit my cigarette
and offered her a cup of coffee, which she declined.
Suddenly, Stacy stuck her lip out in a pout. “I’m
horny,” she whined.
“I can’t help you, Stace,” I said after rolling my
eyes.
“Oh, come on, Emily. Why not?” She kissed me on the
back of the neck and began playing with my hair.
I began to realize that there was no way around it. I’d
have to tell either Stacy or Jason what had happened
and, honestly, I’d rather reveal my drunken slutiness
to Stacy. So, I came clean.
“I have crabs,” I said rather matter-of-factly.
“Shit!” she exclaimed. “Since when?”
“Since last night,” I confessed. “I went to a frat
party, found some loser and fucked him in the bushes
because I’m a whore, with no sense and an irrationally
jealous heart.”
Stacy shook her head rather quickly, almost like
someone had hit her. She starred at me with her mouth
open, digesting what I had said.
“Jesus, Em! Did you at least use a rubber?”
“I don’t remember,” I lied.
“Okay,” she said taking immediate control of the
situation. “Get your purse and anything else you need.
We’re going to the d**g store.”
I didn’t argue. We went to the commercial d**g store in
town and got something for my crotch lice and a day-
after kit. Stacy bought cigarettes and then we went to
her place to get a bottle of booze so I could have some
hair of the dog and Stacy could start drinking early.
She seemed almost more traumatized than me.
“I expect, at least, a hand job for this… if not
head,” she said at one point.
We managed to control the situation fairly well. Jason
ended up staying at my parents for another couple of
days due to car trouble so, I got lucky. I vowed to
myself that I would never be so reckless again and
Stacy made me swear that the next time I felt crazy I
would come talk to her. She also said that anytime I
felt horny or lonely that I should come see her. She
took very good care of me. Suddenly, I didn’t feel all
that jealous anymore. Suddenly…
…Suddenly, I started looking at Stacy as much more
than just a friend. She was my mentor, my lover, my
caretaker. She mothered me for the next few days and I
felt more and more grateful. At some point she told me
that college was the place and time to get all of our
stupid impulses and ideas out of the way. She then
added that it was also the time to learn what really
mattered to us.
“My friends matter to me, K*d,” she said. “…And
you’re becoming my best friend.”
That really made me happy. I couldn’t believe it. I was
actually falling in love with this crazy bitch.
“I love you,” I said without hesitation.
Stacy just drew on her cigarette before saying, “I
know.”
She kissed me and then we just watched TV silently.
That night she stayed over but, all we did was hold
each other.
