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   Bored in the 90s Ch.  1 (f solo mast, mmf, Mmf, inc, ped) This story is
a fusion of real and imagined events.  It takes place in the mid-90s, a
time when the internet was still more like the wild west and a young girl
could get into a lot of trouble, or have a lot of fun, depending on your
perspective.  Chapter 1 Katie leaned back in the desk chair, her feet
firmly planted on the desk in front of her, one on either side, her small
thighs splayed wide.  Her blue eyes focused intently on the screen in front
of her, using the words to stimulate her mind.  The story she'd found was
about a girl her age - 11 last month - who had been made to come to school
completely naked.  The idea of that was almost enough in and of itself for
Katie: the thing that made her shiver the most - that's what she had always
called it until she had begun reading some of these stories online and
learned the words "orgasm" and "cum" - the thing that made her shiver
uncontrollably was when she imagined herself naked in front of a crowd of
nameless, faceless men, letting them look at her, letting them see all of
her.  She wasn't sure why that did it.  No one had ever seen her naked, at
least that she could remember.  Sometimes the idea of sex simply
overwhelmed her.  She could imagine it from some of the descriptions she
read, but it seemed fuzzy somehow, indistinct.  The possibility that she
could let someone see her nude body though was very real; that she could
picture.
At first the girl in the story merely walked around the school with no
clothes.  The principal had issued a warning that no one was to touch her.
Her school mates were all to pretend she was fully clothed.  But then the
principal had called her into his office at lunchtime, and he had recorded
himself fucking her on his desk and broadcast it to every class room in the

building.  As she read this, Katie's right hand moved faster, two fingers
circling around and around her tiny clit.  The two fingers of her left were
in a twist, stuck into her pussy up to the second knuckle.  She pulled them
out of her hairless slit; they made a glistening trail as they quickly
brought more moisture to her clit before returning inside her.  While her
right hand continued to speed up, made more furious by the words on the
screen, her left moved more slowly, searchingly, feeling for just the right
spots, just the right places to unlock the shiver, the orgasm, the cum. 
And then, as she thought of all the boys in all the classrooms watching the
school girl, listening to her scream, Katie herself began to feel her own
orgasm building inside her.  She tilted her head back, her curly red hair
falling down the back of the chair, closed her eyes, going only on feel and
imagination now, and let her feelings take her over the edge.  She managed
to cum twice before the wave finally subsided.  When her brother Matt
opened the door at 4:00, she was curled up innocently on the couch, reading
a Babysitter's Club novel.  She liked to curl herself up this way.  She was
tall for 11, with long muscular legs, but she had always wanted to be
small. Most of the girls on TV were small.  The tall girls always wound up
with the "friend" roles, just a little awkward and never the ones to get
the cutest boy.  Matt slung his tennis bag into the closet near the door
and sat down on the other end of the couch.  "What have you been up to all
day?" he asked.  "Videogames, mostly," she told him, not looking up from
her book.  "Star Wars Lego." She didn't tell him, and it never would have
occurred to her to tell him that she had had two masturbation sessions that
afternoon, one right after lunch while reading the school story and a
second about an hour ago to a story about a girl who had psychic powers and
was able to make any boy she wanted fall in love with her.  That was
nothing special - just a way to pass the summer day when she felt bored. 
It wouldn't interest anyone, least of all her brother.  When she finished
the chapter, they turned on the TV and watched until their mother came home
and started supper.

   Chapter 2 When she'd finally summoned up her courage to type in the word
"penis" that first time, she was amazed by what appeared on the screen. 
She hadn't really expected them to look quite like that, and she certainly
hadn't expected so many and in such variety.  The stories, of course, had
talked about how men came, but she hadn't really thought about the hole in
the tip.  That made sense, of course: cum had to come out somewhere.  She'd
just never considered it.  Then there was the hair.  She knew boys had more
hair on them - like her brother's legs - but she hadn't expected the
penises to have so much around them.  Of course, not all of them did.  Some
seemed to have no hair at all, and she pondered that and what might cause a
man not to have hair.  She decided that, on the whole, she liked both
kinds, but the hairier ones seemed more...complete somehow.  She thought
too about the rounded, mushroom shaped head of it.  The long part of it
didn't seem so different from her fingers - maybe less fun because they
were smooth.  But how could the top part possibly go inside of a woman?  It
would never fit inside her own small slit.  Of course, there were no
pictures of boys' penises, only men.  Maybe boys had smaller ones that
would fit.  Maybe that was the way it was supposed to work - a boy penis in
a girl vagina.  Only in some of the stories she read grown men had sex with
girls, like the principal in the schoolgirl story.  She wondered if maybe
the head did something special.  Maybe it pulsed in some way, so it could
touch just the right spots inside the girl, the right spots at the right
moments, the way her fingers did.  The next time she masturbated, she
imagined it this way, the man's penis wriggling inside her, touching her
here and there, while her right hand rubbed at her clit.  It made her feel
good, imagining that.  Some of them seemed curved, so maybe they bent a
little when they moved like that.  Like a snake perhaps.  After a little
more searching, she began to find lots of pictures of penises actually in
vaginas, and though she still wondered how she would ever fit one inside of
her, she could see that these women had vaginas much larger than hers.  It
must be something that grew, like boobs.  She experimented, trying out a
few masturbation sessions while looking at these, and there was certainly
something about it, about imagining a man filling her up inside.  The men
seemed to go so deeply into the women.  But the best shivers still came
from the stories.  Sometimes it did happen that looking at pictures first
made the shivers stronger, but the stories were always best.  And it might
have gone that way for the whole of the summer, if she hadn't noticed
something one afternoon on one of the pictures.  It was a website,
www.cumhumpers.com.  It suddenly occurred to her that this might be a
source of more stories, and certainly, of course, more pictures.  She was
right about the pictures it turned out.  The homepage was a long scroll of
random pictures of men and women doing it together.  It also said quite
clearly, just beneath the flashy banner, "Subscribe Now, only $19.95 a
month." Obviously that wasn't happening.  She hadn't the faintest idea how
to find $20.00, and she was quite sure her mother wouldn't be interested in
funding her summer habits.  Anyway, pictures weren't as good as stories,
and there weren't any stories.  She was just about to navigate somewhere
else when she noticed the "Free Chat" button on the side menu.  It had
never occurred to Katie before that she might talk to another person about
sex rather than just read stories.  She wasn't entirely sure how she'd like
that, but it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?  The window that opened was
mostly blank when it popped up, but within seconds a message appeared at
the top, followed by two more in quick succession.  "Is your pussy hairy?"
the first one asked.  At first she assumed this was a question for her. 
She had begun to look for a way to respond, and had located the comment bar
at the bottom of the page, when the next comments scrolled by.  "Nope,
clean shaven, baby.  I like that smooth feel." "Too bad," came the
response, and this time she noticed that next to the comment was a name. 
In fact, she now realized, there was a whole list of names on the right
hand side of the page, maybe six or seven.  Three, though, said "Guest"
with a number after them.  Her screen was full of texts now, and it was
confusing, but it seemed as though several conversations were taking place
at once.  In addition to the conversation about the hairy pussy, or rather
the hairless pussy, another pair of names seemed to be talking about
threesomes.  One man (apparently) was trying to convince another (apparent)
man to bring his wife to some motel in Chicago: "Just tell her it's a
romantic getaway.  We'll convince her once she's there." After watching for
a few minutes, Katie decided to give it a try herself.  Not really knowing
what to say, she went with the easiest: "Hi" she typed into the box, and
saw it pop up at the top of the screen.  She realized then that she herself
had a name - Guest 88432 - since it was attached to her "hi." Two "hi's" a
"Hello," and a "Welcome" came back in response.  Well, anyway, they seemed
friendly.  "A/S/L?  one asked suddenly.  Katie was confused.  She quickly
typed a question mark.  "Age.  Sex.  Location?" the writer typed.  "My
name's Katie," she wrote, and then, "11.  Female.  Atlanta." "Really?"
another writer joined the conversation.  "You're supposed to be an 11 year
old girl?  Would you like some candy, little girl?" Katie wasn't quite sure
how to respond to that.  It didn't seem quite...genuine.  "Yeah, Katie, if
that's your real name.  What school do you go to?" "Northside Elementary,"
she typed, pleased to have a question she could answer, but wondering what
had happened to all the sex talk.  It seemed like adult sex chat was pretty
boring.  "Do you wear a school uniform?" a man named Tom asked?  "Yeah, do
you ever wear it without panties, let the teacher get a peak?" another
"Guest" asked.  She was on the verge of answering this one, in fact she had
it half typed, when a small box popped up on the left hand side of the
screen.  At the top of the box it said "Private Chat," and in the box
itself it read, "Nick has invited you to a private chat.  Click here to
join." She clicked the button and the words disappeared.  Meanwhile, texts
continued to scroll in the larger window she'd left open, but she was more
interested in what might show up in the smaller box, the "private chat."
"Sign out of the chat room," it said presently.  Katie just stared at it.
"Sign out of the chat room!" it said again, more urgently.  "Now!  And
don't say anything else about yourself before you do it!" She wasn't sure
what to make of that, but the chat room was boring anyway.  She clicked
away from it and back to the homepage.  The smaller chat box remained open.
Nick was quiet for nearly a minute, and Katie was just about to head back
to a story site - she was bored and horny - but then suddenly, "Katie?"
"Yes," she typed.  "Thank you for meeting me here." "You're welcome." "Can
I ask you something, Katie?" "OK." "You really are 11, aren't you?  And you
really do live in Atlanta?" "Yes, that's right," she typed.  She'd said so,
hadn't she?  "Listen to me very carefully, Katie," he typed, and then,
"What you were doing is very dangerous.  Those people probably didn't
believe you were for real, but eventually they would have.  And you told
them the city you live in AND the school you go to.  With that information,
one of them could show up and kidnap you, maybe kill you." Katie found this
hard to believe.  Kill her?  That seemed a little extreme.  And how exactly
would they track her down just from knowing her school.  Like 1000 other
kids went there too.  Anyway, it was summer.  If they showed up looking for
her they'd be very disappointed.  "What are you doing here anyway?" Nick
asked.  She thought that over for a moment.  "Looking for sex stories," she
typed at length.  "Hmmm.  What kinds of stories?" "Well, I like all kinds.
I like stories about kids my age best though.  You know, kids in school,
cheerleaders, football players." "Well, I know a lot of sites with
stories," Nick said.  "I can give you the links.  But how did you wind up
here.  No stories here." "Yeah, I know," she typed.  "But I thought `chat'
might be fun." The thread went quite again, and then..."I'll talk to you.
If you promise not to go to any more open chat rooms." "OK," she agreed. 
That had been pretty lame anyway.  "What do you want to talk about?" he
asked.  "I thought I told you already.  Sex." "Well, what do you want to
know?" "Oh, I know about sex," she told him plainly.  "But I like hearing
about it.  I like thinking about it.  So, like, you're a guy?  How old are
you?" "Yes, I'm a guy.  And I'm 45.  My name's Nick, by the way.  Nice to
meet you, Katie." "OK.  So, what was the sex you had like?  I mean, like
the last time you had it." "Hmmmm.  You think you should be listening to
stuff like that?" he asked.  "What do you mean?" "Well," he typed slowly,
and then, "I mean, you're really young.  How do I know you won't freak out
over what I tell you?  How do I know you won't tell someone else about it?
Then I'd be in a lot of trouble." "I don't see how," she said simply.  "How
would anyone find you?  Besides, I read about sex all the time.  I
masturbate at least twice a day.  I don't think you could tell me anything
I haven't heard." "You masturbate that much, huh?" "Yes.  Some days more.
Once I did it five times in a day.  But I only shivered once each time, and
I only did it that one day." "Shiver?" he asked.  "Cum," she remembered. 
"Lots of times I cum two or three times at once.  But that day it was only
one at a time.  Get it?" "Oh, I see," he said.  He went quiet again.  Then,
"What do you look like?" he asked.  "Well, I have curly red hair," she
typed.  What else should she say about herself.  "My eyes are blue.  I have
freckles on my face and some on my legs, but mostly everything else is
really white.  I'm kind of tall; the tallest girl in my class.  What else
do you want to know?" "You sound really nice.  I like freckles and red
hair. Do you have breasts?  "Sort of.  I've started wearing a bra, but it's
only a size A.  My nipples are pretty large though, compared to ones I've
seen in pictures." "Really?  How big?" "I don't know.  Hang on, I'll get a
measuring tape." There was one in the kitchen drawer, and she bounced in
and grabbed it.  It was like a science project.  She put the tape carefully
up to her nipple and looked closely at the numbers.  "Like one inch, but
then some more.  Up to the next big line.  Not the biggest, but the second
biggest." "That is big for a girl your age.  How tall are you?" "5 feet,
two inches.  Like I said, tallest girl in my class.  One of the basketball
coaches tried to get me to play for the team, but I'm a soccer player.  Not
enough time for two sports." "Ok, one more question for you," he said then.
"Sure.  But then I get to ask you one.  And you promised to tell me about
your last sex." "That's fair," he typed.  "But first, tell me what you're
wearing." "Nothing," she said simply.  It was true.  She sat in her office
chair without a stitch.  It was another one of those feelings, as close to
being nude in public as she could imagine.  Her clothes - shorts, a
t-shirt, and her blue panties, lay in a pile next to her unmade bed in her
room.  "Wow!" he replied.  "Hey, do you have any hair down there yet?"
"That's cheating!" she wrote back," you said that was the last question. 
But no.  Not yet." "Ok, ok, you win.  What do you want to ask me?" "Well, I
mean, what does your penis look like?  They all seem so different.  What's
yours like?" There was a pause so long this time she thought he might have
left, but eventually he was back: "Sorry.  I wasn't buck naked like you. 
Thought I'd take my clothes off so I could answer your question better. 
I'm not exactly sure how to describe my cock.  I guess it's about average.
You've probably seen some really big one in pictures.  Mine isn't like
that. Just normal.  I won't get the measuring tape, but probably about 7
inches long, and maybe two inches wide.  *There's hair at the base of it,
and on my balls as well.  Right now it's standing straight up thinking
about you." "Is it curved?" "Nope.  At least not much.  Just straight and
hard.  Have you ever felt one?" "No.  I guess I never thought about what
they feel like.  Are the soft?  "Well, the skin is very soft.  But it's
hard underneath.  Like a muscle when you flex it.  The top of it, the head,
is different though - kind of spongy feeling I'd say." "Cool.  I'm going to
masturbate a little.  Ok?" "Please do!" he replied quickly.  "I think
instead of telling you about the last time I had sex, I'll tell you about
the first time.  That's much more interesting, or at least it was to me. 
I'll try to make it like a story.  But every once in a while, will you stop
and type what's happening with you?  What you're doing?  And definitely
tell me when you shiver." "Sure." She took her forefinger out of her cunt
and stuck it in her mouth, tasting herself.  Then, leaving a generous
portion of this mixture of juice and spit behind on her clit, she put it
back inside herself and began to make slow circles on her now very slippery
little knot.

   Chapter 3 When I was a kid, I didn't have the internet like you, or even
a computer.  A lot of boys I knew were able to see pictures of naked women
in magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler.  But my dad didn't even
have those, at least that I knew about.  My parents gave me books about
"sex" that were supposed to teach kids how it worked, and those pictures
excited me a lot, especially the pictures of kids my age.  I always got
hard when I turned to that page with the girl - I guess she was meant to be
around your age - nude, and with no clothes on.  She didn't have any hair
either, and you couldn't really see much, just a slit between her legs. 
And she was only a drawing, and eventually I needed more.  The best I could
do though were pictures in catalogs.  Sometimes there would be pages
selling underwear, and I would tear out pictures of women in their bras or
panties, or if I was very lucky, a girl closer to my age.  I kept them
hidden under my mattress, and I would take them out and masturbate to them.
I guess like you, I was really curious about sex at a very young age, and
very girl crazy.  I always had a crush on two or three girls, even in the
first grade, and as I got older, there were more and more who made me
horny. Sometimes I'd imagine the heads of girls from my school on the
bodies of those catalog pictures.  Most of the time, though, I just
imagined being with them.  Since I'd never really seen a girl naked,
usually I would cum as soon as I imagined them without their clothes.  It's
funny, but I suppose even in my imagination, I never actually had sex.  But
then when I was 15, I got my first real girlfriend.  Her name was Jenny,
and she was in the same grade as me.  At first I was just so happy to have
a girlfriend.  I'd always wanted one - all those crushes and all.  Jenny
was short, probably about your height when she was 15.  She had short brown
hair, and a mouth that always seemed to be grinning.  I don't know if
you've had a real boyfriend yet, but every time I was around her my stomach
would do flops.  And slowly, a little at a time we began to be more
physical with each other.  Nothing very serious.  We would hold hands on
the playground, and we experimented with French kissing.  The problem was,
doing those things, even holding hands, made me so incredibly horny.  In
the afternoon, when I got home from school, I would masturbate and imagine
what she looked like naked and what her body would feel like.  We dated a
long time - much longer than I'd ever had a girlfriend before.  Which was
wonderful in some ways.  I certainly thought I was in love, and maybe I was
in a way.  My first true love.  But by the time we'd reached our six month
anniversary, I was ready to explode I wanted to fuck her so badly.  A
couple of times I had put my hand up her shirt and rubbed her breasts, and
once she even unhooked her bra so that I could actually put my hand on her
bare breast inside her shirt.  It was so amazingly soft, and I never wanted
to take my hand off her hard little nipple.  [This is so hot.  My cunt
feels wetter than it's ever felt.  I've got three fingers inside - never
got that many in before - and I'm rubbing my clit so hard.] She was really
scared to do more though.  She was always worried she'd make a mistake
somehow and get pregnant.  I begged, and I pleaded to have sex with her,
but she just wouldn't even consider it.  One night she must have been
feeling horny too, because after making out for half an hour, she let me
put my hand down her jeans.  I laugh thinking about it now.  I had no idea
what I was feeling.  I didn't know what a clit was, and my fingers couldn't
quite get down far enough to her hole.  It was just soft and squishy and
hairy.  But I actually came in my pants while I was doing it.  She was so
focused on what was happening, so nervous I guess, that she didn't even
notice the wet spot on my pants afterwards.  We did this once or twice
more, but it was probably another month before things went any further. 
One night her parents left us alone in the living room.  We were watching a
movie, I don't remember what, and I worked up my courage and asked if I
could see her naked.  She'd fought me so hard not to have sex, and I guess
maybe she thought this would be ok as long as we didn't go any further.  We
had been dating for what seemed like an eternity at this point, and maybe
she just thought it was time.  There was no way she could just get naked,
not with her parents in the next room.  In fact, when I think about how
close we came to getting caught so many times, I can't believe how foolish
we were.  But she first reached around and unhooked her bra.  Then she lay
on the floor and slowly pulled up her t-shirt and bra so I could clearly
see her tits.  They were these two perfect mounds, with perfect small
little nipples standing up in the cold air.  Then she reached down quickly,
unbuttoned her jeans, and wiggling her bottom against the floor worked her
jeans and her teal colored panties down to the middle of her thighs.  She
was so white, I guess like you say you are.  But she wasn't a redhead.  Her
pubic hair was black and curly on her belly, and I could just see the slit
of her lips, though her thighs were still pressed together and I couldn't
really see anything.  I certainly thought I had.  I came so hard when I got
home that night, I thought I would never stop.  [I'm imagining I'm Jenny
now, that I'm older, and that you're looking at my body.  I hope if you
ever saw me you'd like it.] That went on for a while.  She'd let me look up
her skirt sometimes at school when no one was looking, or she'd pull her
jeans down just enough for me to see her hair.  Every time though she made
me swear I wouldn't try to have sex with her, which I did gladly.  I
actually think it was her idea to take the next step though.  One night I
had managed to get her pants down, her legs spread just enough to get my
finger into her slit.  I still didn't know the first thing about
clitorises, didn't know I should rub there.  I thought it was all about the
hole, and I worked my middle finger in and out of her while we kissed.  And
somewhere in the middle of that she must have gotten hot too, because she
suddenly whispered in my ear, "you can kiss me down there if you want." I
didn't need to be asked twice.  My face went down between her legs,
probably faster than I should have if I had known better, and I kissed all
that black curly hair gently.  I looked up to notice she had closed her
eyes, and her thighs opened wider, allowing me to use my fingers to open up
the lips and look closely at what was really down there.  I alternated
between putting my finger in her and using my tongue to get up inside of
her.  She stopped me then and let me understand what she really wanted. 
I'm not even sure she knew what her clit was, but she knew the spot right
at the top of her mound was the most sensitive, the spot that felt the
best, and she asked me to lick her there.  I don't think I ever would have
stopped licking her, lapping at her clitoris and occasionally moving my
tongue down to flick the lips inside and out.  But she actually came, that
very first time.  I kept waiting for her to actually come, the way guys do
- I was so uninformed.  And she did get a lot wetter.  I asked her then if
she had cum, and she nodded breathlessly that she had.  We did that so many
times over the next few months.  I even managed to get her to look at me
naked, and to rub my cock until I came, though her same old worries were
still there.  She used to tell me she was afraid she might get my sperm on
her hands and later wipe herself and get pregnant.  [I'm cumming.  Oh, I'm
cumming so hard.  Don't stop telling me the story though.  I want to cum
more.] I don't know what made her finally decide to give in and fuck me. 
We had both turned 16, and I think that might have been part of it.  Or the
fact that we'd been dating now for over a year.  We still had arguments
about whether or not to have sex, but for the time being I was reasonably
content to go on eating her out and getting the occasional blowjob (one of
the best nights of my life was the night she sucked me in the backseat of
my car until I came in her mouth.  She swallowed every drop).  I was so
surprised when it finally happened.  We were at a basketball game, and she
was all decked out in team colors, complete with cute white skirt that was
about as long as the middle of her thigh.  We'd been flirting all evening,
even with our friends around.  She'd whispered to me that if I would go
under the bleachers she'd give me a show.  She wasn't lying.  As soon as I
got down there in the dark, she wriggled around so her skirt was up and her
ass was plainly visible through the slats, a pair of tight pink panties,
squeezed between the roundness of her bottom.  Somehow, I still don't know
how, she managed to quickly bring a hand down to those panties and pull
them aside so I could plainly see her pussy and ass, framed in the light of
the arena against the dark beneath the stands.  I couldn't go back up right
away because I was just too stiff, and while I was waiting for my hardon to
subside suddenly she was there, next to me in the dark.  She kissed me, her
tongue so soft and wet against mine.  She put her hand down on my cock and
rubbed it through the fabric.  All I could think was that she must really
have gotten wound up somehow.  Maybe showing off had been the thing that
did it.  I couldn't have been more shocked, though, when her hands went to
her waist and pulled her sweater up over her head.  [I'm cumming again now.
I hope you fuck her.  I'm still imagining it's you, but now I'm thinking
about you, your 45 year old dick going in and out of me.  It feels so good.
Fuck her hard.] Before I could think, she had taken off her bra and dropped
it beside her.  Instinctively I moved closer to her, partly to touch her,
but partly to shield her from the possibility she might be seen.  She put a
hand to my chest to keep me away.  Then, as she kept her eyes locked on
mine, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet.  Quickly, maybe
so she wouldn't talk herself out of it, she grinned, put her fingers in the
waistband of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles.  Stepping out
of them, she lay down on the gym floor, her bare ass against the wooden
floorboards, and crooked her finger at me.  Looking up she used one foot to
pry the shoe of the other and kicked it aside, using her other bare foot to
take of the second shoe.  I have no idea how she got her socks off.  As I
unzipped my own jeans and slid them down my legs, she put a finger to her
lips, reminding me to stay quiet, as though I needed to be reminded.  I was
shaking I was so terrified, but that seemed to have no effect on my cock
which was as hard as it had ever been.  As the crowd cheered for a
particularly spectacular play, I lay down on top of her, most of my clothes
still on, but her naked skin so soft beneath me.  The only thing I can
remember seeing is the white of her body as she lay there, so pale she was
visible even in the dark under the stands.  My hard cock lay against her
belly, my balls nestled against the lips of her cunt.  I went to kiss her,
but again she moved her head to the side just slightly and, whispered in my
ear, "I want you to make love to me, Nick." She took my cock firmly in her
hand and made sure the head of it was right at her opening.  Then she held
me as I slowly entered her.  She closed her eyes, as she often did when we
were playing, and arched her hips towards me until I was all the way in. 
Then, very slowly we began to move, me pushing forward just as she did, and
then moving out.  I wanted to cum so badly.  To this day I don't know how I
didn't during those first couple of thrusts.  But the thing that made me
cum the most was when she came, and I held on, knowing my explosion would
be far greater if I could make that happen.  The crowd continued its
intermittent cheers, as our rhythm became faster and faster.  I was
absolutely sure someone would hear.  I kept thinking that if anyone were to
catch us there'd be absolutely no way out of it.  We were clearly fucking,
but even if somehow we managed to stop quickly and pretend we were just
making out, there she was on the floor, completely nude.  We'd only be able
to admit what we were up to and accept the punishment and humiliation that
would certainly come.  She was as good as her word about keeping quiet. 
Her breathing began to become heavier and heavier, but to her credit she
never made a sound beyond what I was sure was the loudspeaker volume sound
of the boards creaking beneath us.  She stopped in mid-thrust in fact,
holding me hard against her, and in that moment, all her muscles tensed, I
began to cum as well, every bit of the sperm inside me shooting up into her
warm wet cunt.  We didn't move for maybe a minute or two, both of us
cumming hard and feeling the other one cum but too terrified to move an
inch.  Then, slowly we relaxed and I slid out of her, cum still pumping out
of my cock a little at a time.  She stood up, and, almost shyly, began to
dress herself again: her bra, her sweater, her shirt.  She sat down on the
floor and slid on her socks and shoes.  I watched, waiting for her to slide
her panties back up, a final tease now that she had satisfied me.  Instead,
she picked them lightly from the floor and put them in my hand.  Then,
bending to me, she kissed me lightly on the check, nuzzled her head on my
shoulder, and whispered once more: "Stay here a little longer." I did as
she asked, standing there, basking in the glow of what had just happened
and feeling more than a little lightheaded.  When at last I looked back up,
she had re-positioned herself in the stands, among our friends.  She had
managed to hike her skirt up again, and this time there was no need to move
her panties aside, as they were in my hand.  I stared up at the whiteness
of her bare pussy, her tight little asshole, wisps of curly black hair. 
And as I stood there, looking up, I saw one small drop of my own cum drop
from her pussy to the hardwood floor in front of me.

   Chapter 4 Katie gave up stories, at least for the time being.  A real
live story, unfolding as she watched, was so much better at making her cum,
and cum hard, than any story ever had been.  There was another person on
the other end of the computer now, a real live man, with a real cock
between his legs, thinking about her while he rubbed it and cumming when
she came.  He told her stories of other girls he had fucked, about the
fifteen year old he had fucked when he was twenty-five; about the time he
had found three young prostitutes on the side of the road who, needing a
ride to their motel, were willing to fuck him all at the same time, one
after the other; about visiting Mexico once and seeing a woman fuck a
donkey.  But best of all were the times when it was a story about the two
of them, happening as he told it.  One day he had suggested she find a
hairbrush, and use the handle instead of her fingers.  She'd found one in
her mother's bathroom, round and made of polished blonde wood.  It had felt
different than her fingers, and in some ways not as good, since she
couldn't find the sensitive spots as well.  But it was stiffer than her
fingers, more like she imgined a cock might feel, his cock in fact, and
that made the experience all the more exciting, the idea that this was how
it might really feel.  Besides, the length of the brush made it easier to
move in and out without having to reach quite as far.  Otherwise though she
maintained the same position in her chair, her hips pushed forward, so her
bottom just hung off the end, her heels pushed against the edge of the
desk, knees bent.  Mostly he could find time for only one session a day
with her, around lunch time, but they made the most of it.  He had taught
her so much, just in the two short weeks they had been talking.  New words,
new positions, new ways to play.  She had learned for instance that
sometimes wearing one or two items of clothing could be sexier than none at
all; she'd begun to think actively about what sorts of things made him cum,
and experimented with her own stories; he'd opened her up to the
possibilities of all sorts of different kinks - they didn't all appeal to
her, some didn't get her off at all, but they all fascinated her.  "What
are you wearing today?" he asked one day in mid July.  She had also learned
that lying was never as fun as the truth.  And it didn't seem to matter
anyway, since everything turned him on.  "t-shirt that hits me right at my
belly button.  No bottoms.  Blue ankle socks." "Nice," he responded
quickly. Then, "Are you wet?" "Heh.  Always for you, Nick.  What would you
like to do?  Should I get the hairbrush?  I've got a Barbie that I pulled
all the hair out of when I was little.  I was thinking about trying that."
"That sounds fun, but not yet.  Why don't we start slow today, see how much
you can take before you have to get serious.  How about you take one finger
and slowly rub it up and down your slit." She did as he asked, touching the
smooth lips lightly and then gently pushing her index finger between them.
"What would you do to me if you were here?" she asked.  "I'd start the way
you're starting.  I'd lay down beside you on the bed, and my cock would be
sticking hard against your thigh.  I'd take one finger and rub it slowly up
and down your slit.  I'd go right down to the hole of your puss, but then
I'd slowly go back up, almost to your clit, but not quite, and then back
down again." Katie's finger mirrored his actions exactly.  "Then, I'd move
my face down between your legs, and I'd replace my finger with my tongue,
using it to go up and down, but without quite going inside you or licking
your clit." "That makes me squirm," she typed.  "Lick my clit.  Please lick
my clit." "Not yet!  I'd pull my tongue back then, once you were just a
little wet.  And I'd use one finger from each hand to spread your lips
apart and look inside, at your labia and your hole." Katie obediently
followed these instructions, reaching down to peel apart the lips so she
could feel the cool air on her labia and hole.  "Then, I'd use my thumb,
and I'd gently put it on top of your clit and push the hood back so I could
see it stand out.  I'd use my tongue on it then, while it was exposed,
flicking it gentle back and forth and then putting it in my mouth and
sucking." Katie moaned as she reached down with palms spread and pulled her
clit's hood back, moving the tip of her middle finger to the exposed nodule
and flicking it softly.  She moaned imagining his face there, the beard
he'd told her about tickling her thighs, her fingers in his hair.  "Next,"
he continued, "I'd move my tongue like a snake, back down your slit,
pressing it flat against your labia, until I reached you pussy.  Then I'd
push it inside you - not far, just inside the outer rim, and I'd use it to
fuck you just a little." Katie moved her own fingers down to the opening,
just pressing the tip of one finger inside herself, moving it in and out.
She waited to see what would come next.  She was already so tight inside,
and so wet.  "Now, I'd move my mouth back up to your clit, and play with it
with my tongue, while I put a finger inside of you, deeper now.  I'd curl
my finger just a little, so it rubbed against the top of your pussy. 
You're so wet and warm." Katie cupped a hand and pushed a finger insider
herself, using it to touch just where he said he was.  Simultaneously, the
two fingers of her right hand began to circle her clit.  Circle, then rub,
circle, then rub.  "What would you do to me?" he asked then.  "I'd make you
come up and kiss me really deep," she said, "so I could taste myself on
your tongue.  I'd lick your lips, your mustache, so I could taste even more
of my juice.  Then I'd reach down and wrap my hand around your cock.  Tight
at first, a quick squeeze.  Then I'd let go and use my fingers to just
brush playfully against the head, tickling like." "That feels good," he
told her.  "I'm throbbing." Katie kept up the steady rubbing of her clit as
she typed, one key at a time with her left hand.  "I'd use my thumb to
flick the hole at the top a little.  Then I'd squeeze you once more and
then use my hand to cup your balls." "I'm stroking myself hard," he said
now, breaking the fantasy to reveal what was really happening.  "Imagining
it's your little hand.  I want to fuck you, shove my cock inside you."
"Hold on," she told him.  "Let me get the Barbie." She padded to her room,
got down on all fours and dug through her closet until she found the one
she was looking for.  It was naked and bald.  "Tell me how it feels," he
had typed while she was away.  Taking the doll in her hand, she pushed the
smooth round head between her lips and into her opening, then the
shoulders, and finally Barbie's tits and down to her waist.  That was a far
as it would go.  It felt strange, different than the hairbrush, the rounded
parts touching up against her inside in interesting ways.  She moved it in
and out a few times, testing it.  "It's cool," she said.  "Like having a
baby maybe.  Or no, like having a little person inside me." "It's a girl or
a boy?  "Girl.  I only have a couple of Kens, and they have hair." "Would
you like to have sex with a girl?" he asked.  Katie had never considered
it. She imagined her friend, Molly, down between her legs, licking her
pussy.  It seemed strange, but also a little exciting.  As usual, it wasn't
even necessarily the thought of letting a girl eat her out that made her
tingly, but rather the thought of simply being naked in front of her
friend, the taboo-ness of letting someone else see all of her.  "Maybe,"
she finally answered.  "I'd like to watch that," Nick told her.  This too
was something she hadn't considered before - being watched by Nick rather
than just fucking him.  In some ways that seemed even sexier.  But she was
getting nearer and near to an orgasm now, working the doll in and out and
rubbing her clit.  He must have known too, when her typing had stopped,
because he began to type again.  "I'm fucking your little cunt now," he
began, "it's so tight.  When I look down at it, my cock is so big stuffed
inside you.  I can hardly believe it fits.  It does, but it fills you up.
I'm moving in and out now, pushing the head as far in as I can get it and
then almost taking it back out before pushing back in again." Katie's hand
held Barbie's long legs firmly as she pushed the doll in and out in time
with his words.  "I want you to do something else for me he said.  Don't
stop fucking.  We're still fucking hard.  But take your other hand and put
your first finger in your mouth." These instructions came one at a time
now, as he gave her time to follow his directions.  With both hands busy,
she didn't even think about typing, just followed with her eyes his every
word.  "Get that finger really wet.  Imagine it's a cock that you've got to
get wet enough to slide inside you...now, take it out...and stick in slowly
into your asshole...go slow." She did as he asked, pulling her wet
glistening finger out of her mouth, trailing a strand of spittle and,
moving her hand underneath her slowly pushing it into her ass.  It felt
strange - like it did when she pooped, a pressure, but also a kind of
tickling feeling.  With the doll still inside her, pushing her finger in
made her feel full down there.  "Can you feel the doll with your finger, as
it goes in and out?  Think about you finger actually touching the doll,
rubbing against it inside of you." It felt good, and incredibly naughty to
feel through her ass the doll moving in and out of her pussy.  He was quiet
for a while as she continued to work with her fingers.  Finally, though, he
began to type again, this time quicker: "I'm going to come soon thinking
about you fingering your ass.  I want you to come too.  Take your finger
out now, and rub your clit hard until you come." Her fingers were at her
clit in a flash, rubbing furiously now, no longer in circles but simply up
and down, as she continued to work the doll in and out of her hole.  In
seconds she felt herself begin to cum and looked up to the screen to see
that he was as well.  "Oh, shit, of fuck, I'm cumming so hard.  I'm cumming
way up deep inside you, shooting all my sperm inside you.  Oh shit, Katie,
fuck me!" She was already riding her own wave, and his words spurred her
on, her heels pressing tightly against the desk, her toes curling in, her
whole body tight as each one hit.  It was some time later when at last she
pulled the wet Barbie from inside her and placed it on the desk.  She had
lost track of the world around her, her eyes closed tightly imagining Nick
on top of her.  On the screen, he had written simply, "Did you come?  Was
it good?" Wiping her fingers on her Spongebob shirt, she typed in response,
"I came so hard.  Putting my finger in my butt was a great trick.  I think
it made the shiver stronger." "Good," he said.  "I came hard too.  Seems
like the whole towel is full of jizz." Things got quiet then, and she was
about to tell him she'd see him tomorrow, when his message appeared first:
"Katie.  I'm going to be in Atlanta in two weeks on a business trip."

   Chapter 5 Katie thought about what he'd said for the next two days, and
he didn't bring it up again, apparently waiting to see what she would say.
She wanted to meet Nick, there was no question about that.  But she worried
too.  Worried what he would think of her when they actually met.  Like most
girls, she was self-conscious of her body, and though her chats with him
had made her less so, it still made her nervous to think about undressing
in front of another person.  Horny beyond belief, but nervous.  What if he
didn't like her hairless body?  Or the fact that her boobs were so small.
She wished she had straight hair.  And her freckles - he was bound to think
those were ugly.  The boys at school were constantly poking fun.  In the
end she had told him yes.  They'd made plans to meet at his hotel on a
Thursday afternoon, and then they'd sexted for half an hour imagining what
it would be like when they finally met.  Her nervousness remained, however,
and she worried he might ultimately reject her.  When Matt arrived home
from tennis camp that afternoon, she was curled up on the couch as usual,
but she sat up when he came over to the couch.  As he was putting the
cartridge into the game system, she asked him bluntly, "Matt?  Do you
masturbate?" The fifteen year old spun around, his face flush.  "What?" he
asked in surprise.  She repeated it again, matter-of-factly.  After all,
they'd never had trouble talking to one another about anything before. 
They were close, in fact, and she'd always felt comfortable telling him
about boys she liked at school, or bullies she'd had to deal with, or the
bad grade she'd gotten on a math quiz.  And in turn, though he was older
than her, he shared things as well.  Her question, however, had clearly hit
a nerve with him.  "None of your business," he finally sputtered, turning
back to the system and taking extra care to untangle the controller cords.
"That means you do," she said, a sly grin on her face.  "I do too." "You
don't even know what masturbation means," he said then, trying a different
approach.  His face remained red.  As he returned to the couch and sat down
as far away from her as possible.  "I know a lot more than you think," she
told him.  "I masturbate lots.  While you're at tennis camp, I take my
clothes off and rub my pussy until I cum." Matt had turned a brighter shade
of red as she'd said this, but she knew he believed her now.  She knew what
she was talking about all right.  "Shut up," he said.  "You shouldn't talk
like that.  You're too young.  And you're my sister.  It's creepy.  Just
stop." "It's not creepy.  Everybody does it.  I've seen so many pictures
online - guys and girls.  I've never seen anyone our ages though.  Just
adults.  But if they do it, I don't see why we shouldn't." Matt now tried a
third tactic, simply ignoring her.  The game had begun and he focused
intensely on the TV screen, moving his cartoon character and firing a
cartoon gun at a cartoon bad guy.  Her own cartoon character remained
motionless on the screen, but she was quiet for a few minutes, as he
concentrated.  When she'd given him enough time to regain his composure,
though, she tried again.  "Does Luke masturbate?" Luke was Matt's best
friend.  He was tall - well, taller than her brother by an inch or two -
with lanky blonde hair and blue eyes.  Like Katie, he played soccer and had
an athletic build.  She'd always thought he was cute, though she had never
really thought about him beyond that.  "How the hell should I know?" her
brother exploded, though he seemed glad to have a question he really
couldn't answer.  "Probably.  Aren't you the one who just said everybody
does it?" "Would you ask him?" "No I'm not going to ask him!" "Why not?"
"Because guys don't talk about that kind of stuff with each other.  And you
shouldn't either," he added for good measure.  "Would you invite him over?
I want to see if he'll masturbate to me.  I'll take all my clothes off, and
he can masturbate." "You're out of your mind," her brother said, shaking
his head.  "Where did you even get an idea like that?" "Online," she answer
simply.  "I read all kinds of stories about it that people write.  And I
masturbate to them, and I want to see if Luke will masturbate to me." Matt
tried one last tactic - reverse psychology.  "Fine," he said, "I'll cut out
of practice early tomorrow and invite him over.  But you won't go through
with it.  I don't know where you got these crazy ideas, but you're too
chicken to actually do it." Katie said nothing, only picked up her remote
and joined in the game.

   Chapter 6 Katie didn't meet with Nick the next day.  In fact, she didn't
go online at all.  She knew he'd probably wonder where she was, but she
also knew he'd be there the next day, and a little mystery wouldn't hurt
him any.  In fact, the more she thought about it the more she liked the
idea of leaving him wondering.  Maybe she'd make up a story for him about
what she'd been doing.  Or maybe she'd just tell him the truth.  Instead of
going online, she spent the day reading and thinking over her plan for the
afternoon.  When Matt and Luke arrived around 1, she was in her room,
listening to some music.  The two fifteen year olds rummaged around in the
cabinets for snacks and then settled on the couch to play video games.  She
gave them ten minutes to get the game going before she joined them, sitting
on a chair next to Luke.  Matt gave a smirk behind Luke's back, a smirk
that said he knew she'd chicken out.  The truth was, she was terrified to
the point of shaking.  As with Nick, she was worried about whether Luke
would think she was attractive and sexy.  He'd never shown any interest in
her before.  But in addition, she was worried how he'd react.  Maybe he'd
laugh at her.  Or something worse: maybe he'd tell his parents; or her
mother; or the police.  Maybe they'd lock her up for being a nympho? 
Underneath the fear, though, was the same old excitement at the possibility
of showing off her naked body.  She could feel she was already wet, and
that only made her want more.  Besides, Nick had helped get her over most
of her shyness about sex, and if he was coming next week it was especially
important that she practice taking her clothes off in front of someone
else. At length she worked up her courage.  "Let's play strip," she said
brightly, giving her brother a quick glance to gauge his reaction but then
looking directly at Luke.  "Strip?" Luke asked, without looking up.  "Strip
what?" He clearly didn't believe her either.  "I don't know.  Anything. 
Strip poker?" He brother jumped in then, trying to make her seem like a
foolish little girl: "You don't even know what `strip' means," he said, "or
poker." Luke chimed in for fun, "Yeah, and what have you got to show
anyway, Katie?  What would we even get out of it?" "Strip Connect Four
then," Katie persisted, "or strip video games, then." "How would that even
work?" Luke asked, playing along.  "Well, every time one of us reaches a
bonus level, the other two have to take off one item of clothing til
someone loses." "So the loser's the one with no clothes on in the end?" he
chuckled.  "Yes." "Makes sense to me," he retorted.  "Let's give it a try."
Matt protested, "What?  Come on, dude.  She's my sister.  AND she's just
11. No way!" "Why not?" Luke said.  "She won't get close to reaching a
bonus level, and I'll bet she gives up before she even gets her socks and
shoes off." "I don't know," Matt said hesitantly.  "Trust me," Luke assured
him, "worst case scenario we watch her naked butt streak back to her room
once she loses.  It'll be funny." Matt didn't really have a response for
that one.  He could be protective of his sister sometimes, but if she
wanted to make a fool of herself in front of Luke, he supposed it wouldn't
really do any harm.  As Luke had predicted, Katie struggled to get even
close to a bonus level, while the two boys steadily reached two apiece. 
But then, that was what she'd had in mind all along.  As she took off her
second sock, she wiggled her eleven year old toes at them and grinned. 
Then, tucking them beneath her, she took up her controller again and waited
to see what would happen next.  Matt scored next, and it was plain he was
almost sorry he had, as Katie stood up and slipped her t-shirt over her
head, tossing it to the floor.  He seemed on the verge of saying something
to Luke when Luke too reached the level.  Standing again, Katie unbuttoned
and unzipped her pants, fast so as not to lose her courage, and pulled them
off.  She sat down once again, trying to seem placid, though she her skin
felt absolutely electric.  Matt made one more feeble attempt to stop what
was happening, and it was obvious he had decided to tank his own game, but
Luke only laughed at his friend's objections and in short order reached two
more levels.  Dutifully, Katie stood up once more.  Reaching behind her,
she unhooked her bra and slipped the straps from her shoulder revealing her
budding breasts.  Then, thinking suddenly of some pictures she'd seen, she
turned her back to the boys and slowly pulled her panties to the floor,
giving them a generous view of her bottom and a quick peak at the lips of
her pussy.  "Fine, you've had your fun, now run to your room before one of
us sees you," Luke laughed again, but Katie stood her ground.  Turning to
face them, she moved to stand in front of Luke, blocking his view of the
TV. "It's ok.  I don't mind I you look," she said softly.  "I want you to
look.  What do you think?" "Stop it, Katie," Matt demanded, but Luke did
look.  He started at her feet and his eyes traveled slowly up her long
legs, taking in her hairless slit, her hips, her white belly, her pale pink
nipples, and finally looking her straight in the eye.  "Not bad," he
nodded, "for a kid." Katie ignored his apparent slight and turned to her
brother.  "You can look too, Matt.  I like it." And the truth was, she
really, really did.  Now that she was naked, and Luke hadn't run screaming
from the room, her nervousness had faded, leaving behind only the feel of
the air on her bare skin, air that she now shared with two other people. 
Her brother kept his eyes locked on the TV, refusing to look, but with one
hand she reached down to her breast, cupped it in her hand and used her
thumb to twirl the nipple.  That definitely had Luke's attention.  Ignoring
her brother for the moment, she focused on seducing Luke.  "If I laid on
the floor and let you see all of me, would you masturbate to me?" She moved
her hand lower, so it rested on her belly, just above her pubic mound. 
This clearly had an effect.  "I don't know," Luke said, hesitant but
clearly intrigued.  "There's not much to show, is there?" "There is too!"
she said then, somewhat indignant at his constantly poking fun at her,
before becoming more placid.  "I'll lay down and spread my legs and you can
look at me all you want.  And I'll masturbate too." She glanced at Matt,
who was now at last looking at her, if only in shock at her suggestion. 
"You can masturbate too, Matt.  I want you to." Luke looked at Matt
conspiratorially, barely able to believe what was unfolding.  "What do you
say, dude?  I mean, could be fun.  I mean, she hasn't really got any tits,
but I wouldn't mind looking at her snatch, and I haven't jerked it in two
days." "She's my sister," Matt tried again.  "I can't do that." "Aw come on
man.  It's not like you're fucking her or anything.  She's just a kid.  Let
her play doctor or whatever, and we can play along." "It doesn't seem
right," Matt said again, but Katie was already lying down on the carpet,
her knees bent, her thighs open, her pussy clearly in view.  "Come on man,"
Luke insisted, standing up now.  "I will if you will." "Fine," Matt
breathed at last, and stood.  Katie thought she might cum right there and
then, without even touching herself, as she watched the two boys unzip
their shorts and drop their underwear to their ankles.  These were the
first two cocks she'd seen that didn't belong to full grown men, and they
seemed, somehow more beautiful than any of the pictures she'd seen.  Luke's
was just a bit longer, around five inches, and just a bit thicker than her
brothers.  His pubic hair wasn't blonde, but it was a light shade of brown
and more wispy than most she'd seen.  A light trail of it ran up from the
base to his belly button, which she could just see beneath his t-shirt.  He
had already taken it in hand and was stroking it slowly as he stared
straight at her cunt.  Matt, she noticed was stiff as well, even before
he'd gotten out of his shorts.  And though he seemed awkward, he too stared
at her pussy and rubbed his member.  At this point, Katie herself was ready
to explode, and ready to move from showing off to getting busy.  Reaching
down with both hands, she pulled her lips apart, exposing herself entirely
to her brother and his friend.  She could feel the wetness, and knew that
she must be gleaming in the light overhead.  Luke gave a short grunt then,
something like "nice" as his hand moved faster.  She began to masturbate
herself then, knowing that it wouldn't take long for her to climax, and
decided to give them her best show.  Her right hand worked her clit
furiously, while her left arm snaked around behind her back, where she
placed one finger in her pussy and one in her ass.  Surprisingly, it was
her brother who lost it right then.  With a muffled "shit," his cock went
rigid and a jet of his sperm shot towards her, leaving a trail across her
stomach and on to the floor beside her.  This was really more than Katie
herself could take.  She brought her left hand back in front of her, cupped
three fingers firmly into her pussy and begin to ride them for all she was
worth.  As she began to cum, her body jerking spasmodically with each new
sensation, she saw Luke's hand moving faster and faster until he too threw
his head back and landed a monster load on her stomach.  She looked over at
her brother again and watched as his penis continued to dribble in his
hand, one drop and then another joining the rest of the jizz as it slowly
slid towards her belly button.

   Chapter 7 For the next two days, Matt hardly spoke to her and seemed to
actively avoid being in the room with her.  Meanwhile, she returned to her
computer and made up a story for Nick about two cousins having sex on a
farm while the animals watched.  Nick had pushed her a bit further, as he
always did, suggesting maybe one or two of the animals could join, and she
contentedly came thinking about being fucked by the farm hound dog.  On
Saturday morning, Matt walked into her room rather sheepishly.  She lay, as
usual, reading a novel, but she looked up when he sat down on the bed
beside her.  "I'm sorry," he said quietly.  "I shouldn't have done that to
anyone, let alone my sister.  You're way too young to be doing things like
that.  Please don't tell Mom." Katie sat up.  "What do you mean?  Don't be
sorry.  You shouldn't be sorry.  It was fun.  I do it all the time with
guys online.  Just because I'm a little younger than you doesn't mean I
don't want to get off too.  I really liked seeing your cock and watching
you jerk off." "I just don't get you," Matt said then.  "How is an 11 year
old -" "I just am, ok," she cut him off.  "But even if I was ok with that,
which I'm not, you're my sister.  It's totally wrong on like so many
levels." "Yeah," she laughed a little, "but it's like Luke said, it's not
like your fucked me or anything." "I guess," he admitted.  "Have you fucked
anyone yet?" "No, not yet.  Just a lot of cyber until you and Luke.  But I
have my first date next Thursday." "What do you mean?" he asked.  "This guy
I've been masturbating with online.  His name is Nick.  He's going to be in
Atlanta on Thursday and we're planning to meet.  I don't know if he'll be
able to get it in me, but I'm going to try." "That's insane!" Matt said
standing up.  "You can't go meet some man you met on the internet.  You
can't just have sex with some random guy!" Katie laughed again.  "It's
funny.  That's the kind of thing he says sometimes.  He's always worried
I'm going to get mixed up with some strange man who will kidnap me and do
terrible things," she covered her mouth in mock horror.  "This is serious,"
Matt continued.  "You're eleven years old.  How old is this guy?" "45." "No
way.  You're not meeting a 45 year old man in a hotel to have sex.  Never
mind that you're 11, HE could be one of those kidnappers." "Nah.  He's
sweet.  He protects me all the time.  He wouldn't do something like that."
"How can you possibly know that?" her brother seemed so cute when he was
being protective, his dark curly hair hanging over his intense brown eyes.
She had a momentary image of him again, standing over her with his rigid
dick between his muscular legs, staring intently down at her fingers as she
slid one into her asshole.  "I just do." "I can't let you.  I'll have to
tell Mom." She considered this for a moment.  It was true, he could, but
that didn't seem like a smart idea, and she told him so: "If you do, she'll
know about everything.  About me masturbating to the internet, about you
and Luke masturbating on me, everything.  You'd be in trouble too." Now it
was Matt's turn to consider.  "Fine," he said at length, "but I'm going
with you.  If something happens, at least I'm going to be there to go for
help." "I don't know," Katie said, though secretly it sounded kind of sweet
for her brother to want to be there, and more than a little hot.  "I guess
you can go with me," she said at last, "but I want something in return."
"Shit.  What?" he sighed.  "I want to practice for Nick," she said.  "I
want to see what it's going to feel like to have a real dick inside me. 
Will you ask Luke to come over and fuck me?" Nick sighed again, if anything
more heavily than before.  "Something tells me he will, if you ask him," he
said.



   Chapter 8 Matt was right.  As it turned out, Luke hadn't been able to
stop thinking about 11 year old Katie splayed out on the floor with her
fingers shoved inside her.  All week it had seemed to haunt him, and all he
could think about was getting more of it.  He agreed, though he had a
condition of his own: Matt had to tape the whole thing, so Luke could hold
onto the image of this 11 year old sex fiend forever.  He said he planned
to beat off to it in his old age.  Matt and Katie agreed, and on Monday
morning, Luke showed up right on time, just after lunch, an eager gleam in
his eye.  "So, when are we going to get to it?" he asked, barely able to
contain himself.  "We can start whenever," Katie told him, "I'm ready.  But
let's go a little slow.  I want to fuck, but I really enjoyed what we did
last time." "Are you kidding?" Luke asked.  "I can't come twice.  Not in
one afternoon anyway.  I'm saving my jizz for your tight little pussy."
"That's ok," Katie agreed, "only I want to show off a little first.  It
makes me so hot for you guys to watch me." "Well, I'm all right with that,"
Luke said.  Katie noticed her brother hadn't said much of anything. 
Instead, he'd simply fiddled with the camera.  Katie left the boys on the
couch and went to her bedroom.  She returned stark naked and carrying a
small peach-colored boom box.  Setting it on the floor, she pressed play
and the Backstreet Boys came on.  She began to dance for them then.  She
knew she was awkward, but she tried to prance about in front of them,
moving up next to each in turn and placing her hand briefly on their
crotches.  She tried gyrating her hips a bit, moving them as though she
were in a hula hoop.  She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.  She
even added a back bend she'd learned from her friends at school.  When the
first song was over, she asked them to take out their cocks so she could
see.  Matt protested, arguing that he was only filming, but he didn't
really have to be persuaded.  In thirty seconds the two boys sat naked on
the couch, their cocks in the hands, watching Katie twirl about in front of
them.  As the second song played, she moved closer to them.  When she stood
in front of Luke, she reached down, put her hand on top of his as it
stroked his cock, and kissed him passionately on the mouth.  When she
walked away he nearly slumped.  Now she moved to her brother.  In the same
way she reached down between his legs, moved her fingers lightly through
his dense black pubic hair, and wrapped her hand firmly around his.  As she
did this, though, instead of kissing him, she looked deeply into his brown
eyes.  She could feel him tremble just a bit under her touch, and in his
eyes she saw emotions that intrigued her.  He was terrified for certain,
and that was there.  But there was something else there too.  A hunger.  A
hunger for her, mixed with guilt and shame.  Breaking eye contact, she bent
to her knees, and before he could say anything her mouth was over the head
of his cock, her tongue circling it.  She sucked softly and moved her hand
so it cupped his balls.  With one finger of her hand she reached out and
traced the spot between his balls and his asshole, touching his asshole
lightly with her finger before standing again.  She looked down at it
there, shaking in its rigidity, her spit glistening all over it, and as she
did she saw just a drop of pre-cum sitting atop the head.  Bending back
down quickly, she took her tongue and licked it up.  Swallowing, she stood
up and walked to the middle of the room again.  She looked at Luke then. 
"Luke, I'm sorry.  I know I said I wanted to fuck you, and I do.  But I
can't help it: I have to fuck my brother." Luke looked crestfallen, so she
added quickly, "I'll suck you off, if you want.  I can even do it while we
fuck, but the idea of having my brother's cock inside me is too hot." Luke
wanted to protest, but deep down it seemed like he found the whole
situation hot as well, despite his lost opportunity, and the best he could
manage was a feeble, "But what about the video?" "You film at first," Katie
said, "and then you can put it on the floor and join us." "I thought you
said you'd suck me off." "I will," she said, locking eyes with Matt now and
moving towards him.  "But I need some time with just Mattie first.  I
promise I'll suck you good though." Ignoring Luke for the moment, Katie
reached down and took Matt by the hand.  He had remained speechless all
this time, the same strange look in his eye, a mixture of desire and fear.
His expression remained absolutely blank - he was stunned she realized. 
She sat down on the floor then, cross-legged, and pulled him gently down
beside her.  Leaning over, she kissed him, twisting her tongue around his
as he closed his eyes and surrendered to her.  As she did this she stroked
his penis lightly, then took his hand and placed it between her own legs.
His hand was still for a moment, but then, slowly it began to move, tracing
with one finger the outline of her lips, prodding and pushing until it was
just inside her opening.  She moaned a little through the kiss, then broke
it and lay back on the floor.  Without encouragement, he moved his face
between her milky thighs and looked intently at her cunt.  He reached out a
finger, again touching it ever so slightly before spreading her legs
farther apart with his hands and thrusting his tongue deep inside of her.
It was as though he was drinking her she felt, and she raised her hips
slightly to give him even more access.  His tongue was not like her
fingers, or like the brush or the doll.  It was soft, and warm, and wet,
and she wished he could somehow bury it all the way inside her, just fill
her up with his tongue.  At length, she used her hands to guide his head
up, towards her clit, and she wondered if he knew what it was.  As he
raised his head for a moment to look up at her, she used her hands to pull
back the hood, making it clear exactly where he should direct his
attentions, and pressed his mouth on to her mound.  As he swirled his
tongue around her clit, she thought she might die - it was like nothing she
had ever experienced.  He raised up again eventually, and began to move his
body up hers.  He was taller than her, and she found her face nestled
against his warm chest.  Some part of her noticed the camera moving all
around them, catching them in profile, moving down between their legs, then
up to their faces.  She felt Matt's cock pressing against the lips of her
pussy and knew he needed just that little bit of encouragement to go all
the way.  Cupping the head of his cock in her hand she used it to open her
lips and positioned it just at the entrance to her pussy.  Then she said
quietly.  "Fuck me, Matthew.  Pretend I'm your girlfriend.  I want to be
you girlfriend." The pressure of the head was intense as he tried to push
his way inside her.  It was so tight, and there were pinpricks of pain in
the lips as they stretched to accommodate him.  But then he was in, and as
the lips slid back into place, holding the length of his cock, she felt him
slide into place inside her, as though he were made to be there.  Between
their bodies, she moved a hand down to her clit, and began to rub it as
only she knew how.  He moved slowly at first, moving deeper into her as she
rocked up to take him all in, and then out again, just to the point where
the head of his cock began to stretch her again before plunging back in. 
It was amazing, this feeling of fucking, like nothing she'd ever imagined
or simulated before.  His cock was soft, and warm - it was alive inside
her. But something inside her began to come forward, stronger than being
naked beneath someone while being filmed; stronger than being fucked by the
first time in her life by a real cock.  It was the knowledge that she was
fucking her own brother.  The boy she loved most in the world, but in a way
that shouldn't be connected to sex.  This kind of love was utterly wrong,
and that only spurred her on the more, moving her hips in a faster rhythm
now.  And she needed him to know too.  She needed him to feel what she
felt. She was getting close now, she could feel it building, and as it did,
she said quietly, but loudly enough so the camera would hear it, "I'm not
your girlfriend, Matthew.  I'm your sister.  Your little sister.  Don't
fuck me like your girlfriend Matthew.  Fuck me like your sister.  Because I
need to be fucked like your sister." In an instant, Matt thrust himself
hard into her belly, and suddenly he was pumping in and out of her, fucking
her hard for all he was worth.  With that single first thrust what had been
a building orgasm became something beyond any orgasm she'd ever
experienced, the physical pleasure, so deep, mixed with shame and joy and
guilt and sex.  She began to cry out.  "Fuck me, Matthew, oh Fuck me, don't
stop, fuck my 11 year old pussy with your cock, fuck it fuck it, fuck it,
fuck it." Matthew did, and she could feel him too building towards an
orgasm, which only increased her own passion.  Somewhere in her
consciousness, she also became aware that Luke was kneeling beside her
face, presenting his own hard cock to her.  In a daze, she opened her mouth
and took him in, sucking him, licking him as though his pleasure would
somehow increase her own.  Grunting, he pushed harder into her, fucking her
face, pushing himself down her throat at points.  She could feel Matthew,
between her legs, thrusting with more purpose now, clearing cumming inside
her.  In the frenzy this produced inside of her, she redoubled her efforts
with Luke, until he too had begun to cum, a hot sticky thread of semen that
filled her mouth and slid down her throat.  Luke rolled to his side then,
completely spend, but Matthew held her close to him, kissing her as he slid
from her body and lay beside her, stroking her belly, rubbing her
shoulders, teasing the swollen lips of her pussy until late into the
afternoon.

   Chapter 9 It felt odd walking into the hotel in the middle of the day,
the way you feel when you walk out of a movie theatre into the bright
light, only in reverse.  She held tightly to Matt's hand as they walked
through the lobby.  It helped keep anyone from paying attention - just a
young girl and her older brother heading to the family suite.  But it had
another effect as well: it was a public display of the taboo the two were
breaking, brother and sister, driven by insatiable lust for one another. 
The two had not touched since the afternoon with Luke, three days before,
but she knew they would again.  She had no plans to give up her active
masturbation life, but for now the idea of fucking her older brother was
too hot, and she could squeeze that in on the side.  She was equally
excited, after all, about what was happening today - the chance to fuck
Nick, a real adult penis, a real adult body, but also a man who had taught
her so much, who had taken her sexuality to a completely new level, who had
loved and protected her and asked nothing in return from her other than to
listen as she described her most intense physical experiences.  She hadn't
yet told Nick that Matt was coming.  It seemed more fun to surprise him
with this new trick, incest.  He'd gotten pretty hot over her story about
cousins, and she couldn't imagine he would mind if Matt watched.  And this
time, she determined, that was his role.  As hot as fucking him had been,
this day was for Nick, and anyway it was better having someone to watch her
doing it, especially her brother, the person who should be her protector,
who would be standing by watching this old man do what he wanted with her.
She had worked out a knock with Nick, and she rapped it out lightly on the
door to room 504.  He opened the door in a bathrobe, a welcoming smile on
his bearded face.  He was thin, wiry almost, with bits of gray in his hair.
And his smell: he wore some cologne that seemed to give him an aura of
mystery that was intoxicating.  Katie instantly wanted him to take her in
his soft, robed arms and snuggle her close to him.  It passed through her
mind that one of these days she might need to track her dad down in Florida
and see what his cock looked like.  In the meantime, though, Nick was
already welcoming both of them into the room.  "And who's this young man? A
boyfriend perhaps?  Hi.  My name's Nick," and he stuck out a hand.  Matt
shook it and mumbled, "Matt." "Good to meet you Matt.  So tell me, how do
you know Katie?" With Matt speechless, Katie took control of the situation.
With her biggest grin, she told Nick, "Matt's my brother.  I brought him
with me so he could watch.  Is that cool?" "Your brother?  Wow," Nick
whistled low.  "And you want him to watch?  You've developed some serious
kink my dear." Katie beamed at his praise.  "I'm fine with that.  Maybe he
might like to enjoy himself while he watches?" "If that's ok," Katie said,
looking at Matt, who could only nod.  "So, how are you feeling?" Nick
asked. "Nervous?" "A little," she confessed.  "Afraid I might kidnap you,
take you to some forest and dump your body?" "Nothing like that," she
giggled.  "Worried whether or not you'll fit.  I want to fuck you so bad."
"Well, we'll worry about that later," he said, rubbing her shoulders.  For
now, let's just be comfortable.  Why don't you sit on the bed.  Matt, why
don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair next to the bed." As she
sat down gingerly, he sprawled across the bed's length, his hands behind
his head.  "Why don't you come over here," he asked, gesturing to the bed
beside him.  Katie didn't need to be asked twice.  She fairly bounced over
to him, nestling her red curls in the crook of his soft arm." She gave her
butt a little wiggle, pulling her legs up and curling her toes inside her
shoes.  "So how long are you planning on being here today," he began, but
stopped short.  Katie's hand had already burrowed under his robe and taken
hold of his cock.  It wasn't hard, the way her brothers always had been
when she'd seen him naked.  Instead it was soft among the wiry hairs, and a
little squishy.  She held it in her palm, feeling its moist warmth.  "Well,
I see you already have ideas about what you want to do," he murmured.  As
he did so, her hand pushed the fabric aside so she could see his penis more
plainly, lying there against his belly.  In one swift motion, she wriggled
herself again, climbing over one of his legs and nestling herself between
them, her eyes fixed on his cock, which was quivering ever so slightly and,
if she wasn't mistaken, growing slightly bigger.  "This is what it looks
like soft?" she asked.  "Yes.  But with you so interested, I don't think
it'll be long before it's pretty hard." And as she continued to stare, it
seemed to be so, with it slowly firming up.  She put her hand back on it,
felt it growing tighter and firmer.  Then, making one more wriggle, she
squirmed up so her face was just above it and took it, still only half hard
into her mouth.  It was such a strange sensation, feeling it in her mouth -
soft, she could almost fit the whole thing - as the blood rushed to it and
grew harder and harder, longer and longer, sliding slowly out of her mouth
as it did so, until only the tip remained in her small mouth, her hand
still wrapped firmly around the shaft.  It was an amazing thing - real and
alive, not like the pictures she'd seen, but also bigger and fuller than
her brother's or Luke's.  For several long minutes she stayed there, her
cheek against his inner thigh, staring at it, moving her fingers over it,
tracing the veins down the seven inches of the shaft, touching the tip
lightly with her forefinger, just at the hole, running the palm of her hand
over his balls.  She was entranced.  Nick remained relaxed, breathing
slowly as she made her explorations.  "It's so much bigger than Matt's,"
she finally said.  "Well, it's nothing special," he replied.  "Just
average. Anyway, I'm sure Matt's will grow.  How old are you, Matt?" Matt
had begun to relax, if only a little, and was able to answer, "15." "Yeah,
lots of growing yet.  Probably be much bigger than me.  Why don't we get a
little more comfortable?  I'll work on getting this young lady undressed,
and you can take yours out if you want.  We'll see just how big it is."
Again, Katie fairly bounced up to her knees, anticipation clear in her blue
eyes.  She raised her arms above her head, as she used to when her mom
dressed and undressed her, and he pulled her black tank top easily over her
head.  Just a little self-consciously, she pushed her chest forward, trying
to show her breasts to their best advantage Beneath the flimsy material of
her bra.  As if in acknowledgement, he put his large hand to her chest,
just laid it there, feeling her quick heartbeat.  Leaving it there, he
reached around to her back with his other hand and with a move of his
fingers unhooked the two clasps holding it together.  Then, slowly, he
allowed the fabric to fall forward into his hand, the way you might hold a
cake in the pan when you turned it over to get it out.  She waited in
anticipation for him to work on her shorts, but before that, he stopped
and, craning his neck down gracefully, took her right nipple in his mouth.
He didn't suck it exactly, but he held it there, as he moved his tongue
quickly along it before moving to the left nipple.  His hand remained in
the small of her back, holding her firmly and allowing her to continue to
push her chest out for his enjoyment.  When he stopped, his face moved up
to kiss her, sensuously on the mouth.  He didn't open his mouth, but his
lips were soft, and felt good against hers.  Next, his hands moved to her
waist, undoing the snap there and drawing the zipper down.  She held her
hands out, again, much like she had when she was undressed as a child.  In
thinking back, she couldn't really remember being undressed by anyone since
then.  She lay down on her back then, gazing up at him, and allowed him to
take her shorts by the bottoms and pull them down her long freckled legs
and off her feet.  She noticed he hadn't pulled her panties with them -
they were white with pink hearts chosen specially for him - and she
wriggled just a bit in anticipation.  His long arms moved to her shoes
then, unlacing each one and taking it off before removing her socks.  He
looked a long time at her feet and with his hand stroked her knees.  She
thought, just for a moment, she could feel her freckles beneath his hand,
tingling.  Bending down, he kissed her again, in the same sensuous way,
maybe just a little longer this time.  In almost a whisper, he asked her to
take her panties off.  She slid them down and off without ceremony, and lay
there beneath his gaze, never so happy in her life to be naked as now. 
Unexpectedly, but never moving his hand from her body, Nick turned to Matt,
who had unbuttoned his jeans and had his hand on his own stiff dick just
peaking out from the zipper.  "Get more comfortable," he encouraged Matt.
"Katie said you were here to enjoy yourself." And, as Matt slid his pants
lower on his legs so that his entire penis was visible, "That's bound to
feel better.  Anyway, what do you think of you sister's body?" He seemed to
feel he was allowed to look at his sister for the first time, and he did as
he answered, "I like it." "Me too," Nick said cheerfully.  "Are you ok if I
have sex with your sister?" "Yes," Matt said, and Katie thought she saw a
drop of precum on his penis as she had before.  "Do you like watching your
sister?  Do you think you'll like watching me fuck her?" Matt could only
nod.  Nick turned back to her then, looking into her eyes as his hand moved
slowly up her thigh until it rested on her belly just above the mound of
her pussy.  Instinctively, she opened her legs then, and changing his
position slightly he moved his hands so that he held her entire cunt.  "I
want to make you shiver," he said, causing her to giggle once again.  His
middle finger pushed apart the folds of her lips, just touching her vagina
before dragging its way slowly up to her clit, where it rubbed briefly. 
The next thing she knew, his face was between her legs.  She opened them
wide, and put her feet on his shoulders.  And reaching down as she had done
with her brother, she put her fingers in his hair.  He had no need to be
guided though, as Matt had, but seemed to know every place to touch her, as
though he knew all her secrets, as though she lay completely open to him.
This was a man, she thought.  A man, a 45 year old man, is licking my
pussy. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, his hot breath following
behind, his whiskers tickling her bare skin.  He started with her clit,
nibbling at it, sucking it gently, flicking his tongue over it, using his
thumb to pull back the hood until the little nub stuck out like a small
penis and rubbing the flat of his tongue all over it.  As his thumb
continued to rub it, his mouth moved further down, his tongue pulling each
of her labia lips, pushing itself into the folds, slithering down until it
was poised just at her hole.  Instinctively, once again, she lifted her
hips towards him, opening herself up further and encouraging his tongue to
find its way into her.  She had enjoyed it when her brother went down on
her, but this was something else again.  His tongue seemed so big, maybe as
big as her brother's cock, only it flicked and moved in a way a cock just
couldn't, in a way maybe she'd dreamed a cock could before she'd ever
really seen one or had one inside of her.  It was thick and soft and so wet
inside of her.  The tip of it seemed to be able to touch all her spots, the
roof of her pussy, the sides - it was everywhere, and just when it seemed
her clit needed it, suddenly the tongue was back there again, making it
newly wet so that the thumb could go back to work.  He put his hands
underneath her ass and raised her up just a bit more then, and then his
tongue was in her asshole, making her wet and warm in completely new ways.
Then it was back to her clit.  Then to her pussy, until she knew she was
going to cum.  She wanted him to know, wanted to tell him what he was doing
to her.  "You're making me cum" she said softly, and then more loudly, "Oh
God, I'm cumming.  I'm cumming in your mouth.  Drink my pussy juice." And,
in fact, he seemed to do just that, lapping at her lips drinking in from
her tiny hole for several minutes, until at last her shivers subsided.  He
moved up then, and kissed her on the mouth, this time pushing his tongue
inside her, so she could feel it in her mouth, just as, moments before, it
had been in her cunt.  She could feel his hard penis against her leg, and
she prepared herself to take him inside her when he moved further up her
body.  Instead, he slipped his hand under the small of her back again, and
gently rolled her over.  Then, taking her hips in his two hands, he pulled
her towards him, so that she as on her knees, her head still lying on the
covers of the bed.  She'd completely lost track of Matt by this time, so
great were her physical sensations, but she knew he was watching, and that
only increased those sensations.  Nick bent down behind her and ran his
soft tongue lingeringly over her vagina and up to her asshole again, until
she was sopping wet.  Then, he positioned himself behind her, and she could
feel him pushing into her.  The head of his cock seemed twice as big as her
brothers, and she thought for a moment it would tear her apart, but she
pushed against it herself, willing it inside her, lusting to have this
man's penis inside her.  When it finally nestled inside, and her lips
closed around it, it was like nothing she'd ever felt in her life.  He
touched ever single part of her inside, every inch, every spot, everything.
She felt full in a way she could never have imagined.  It was so tight he
could barely move, in fact, and she sense him holding back, afraid to hurt
her.  In response she began to push against him more forcefully reminding
him she wanted this, urging him to use her.  She gave a little moan of
encouragement, to let him know it was feeling better, and in truth it was.
Better and better and better.  In fact, on his first real thrust, she came,
from deep inside herself.  She had never come without rubbing her clit
before, and she couldn't completely understand what was happening, but her
pussy gripped Nick's cock like a hand as she came, and that only made his
movement inside her all the tighter, so that she came again right on top of
the first one.  She seemed on the verge of cumming yet again, and was
conscious that she as screaming now, as he pulled out of her and lay down
beside her.  She remained on her knees, her body completely limp, as she
continued to cum over and over, as though his cock had left a permanent
impression inside of her.  "Are you ok?" he asked then.  "Oh yes," she said
as she rolled sluggishly over.  She felt drunk, and wondered if it was
possible to pass out from orgasms.  She lay there panting, her legs splayed
open, Nick's spit and her own pussy juice all over her crotch.  Eventually,
as she regained her strength, she became aware of Matt, his eyes wide,
standing beside the bed now, jerking himself rapidly as he looked at her.
She'd managed to make herself into some kind of dream slut, she thought to
herself, the object of all men's lust.  "Did you cum," she thought to ask
Nick then.  That had been, after all, her objective - to please him.  "Not
yet," he smiled, "though I don't know how I kept from it.  You pussy is
amazing and so tight.  I thought it was going to pull the cum out of me,
straight from my balls." She giggled yet again.  Matt had lost all sense of
Nick and was now feverishly yanking at himself and clearly on the verge of
cumming all over his sister, when Nick softy told him to stop.  "Don't come
yet, Matt," and when Matt reacted almost like an animal being denied his
dinner, "Just wait a minute.  You'll get to cum in a minute, but let's try
something else first." Matt's hand slowed to a stop, but his penis
continued to throb standing straight out from his body now, his hands at
his sides.  "You like it when your sister feels good, don't you?" Nick
asked.  "I do too.  I love hearing her scream like that, and cumming all
over my cock.  Why don't you help her feel good?" Then turning to Katie:
"Are you up for more?" he asked.  She nodded mutely and smiled.  "Well,
it's fine letting your brother watch, and I think he was enjoying himself.
But let's give him something more to do." "I could blow him while you
fucked me," Katie said, hoping Nick would suggest the other way round.  Her
brother was fine, but she wanted that man's cock back inside her again, not
her brother's.  Please let her get that big cock back and swallow her
brother's cum instead.  But Nick had another idea altogether.  "Let's try
another position," he suggested.  "Matt, you stand there.  Don't jerk quite
so hard; don't cum yet; but keep stroking.  Now, young lady, come sit up
here," he said, gesturing to his chest.  Katie did as she was told,
scrambling up onto his chest, one leg dangling on either side, her pussy
and ass pressed against his belly.  "Ok," he said then, "now this one's a
bit trickier, but you're going to be in charge, ok Katie?" She nodded
solemnly, taking her role seriously.  "I want you to slide down my chest
until you feel my cock." She did as he said.  "Now, take my cock in your
hand, and slowly, at your own pace, put it inside you." He was going to
fuck her again!  She thought to herself as she moved down as he had
suggested.  When she got just below his hips, she felt his cock beneath
her. Reaching down between her legs, she took it in her hands, appreciating
in a new way now its size, and began to sit slowly back on it.  At first it
felt like she was pooping in reverse, slowly rocking back on to this thing.
And once again, it hurt some as it went in, though less than it had before.
But then it was inside her once again, filling her up.  She lay forward
onto his chest, her head nestled there, feeling him so deep inside her. 
"I'm not going to be able to keep from cumming this time," he said, as he
stroked her hair, his hand moving down her back to hold her butt in his
hand.  "Cum for me," she said eagerly.  "Cum inside me.  Fill me up!"
"Almost," he said.  "Almost." Then his arms still wrapped around her, he
looked to Matt.  "Matt, I want you to fuck Katie in the ass, while I stay
in her puss." Matt looked fairly confused at this turn of events, but by
this point he was like a ticking time bomb.  He had come to the very edge
of cumming on his sister, only to pull himself back from the brink, and his
balls were throbbing.  Clumsily, he climbed onto the bed and stood behind
his sister.  From there, he could see better than he had before just how
impaled she was on Nick's dick.  His sister was stretched so wide, and yet
she wiggled her ass and tried to push herself even deeper on to him.  That
wiggle was more than he could stand.  With her pussy stretched as it was,
her asshole opened as well, invitingly in fact.  "Ask your brother to fuck
you in the ass," Nick encouraged.  Katie, full to the brim of cock and in a
state of semi-bliss could only mumble the words: "Fuck me in the ass,
Matthew.  Put your cock in my ass." As she said so, she squirmed even
further back on Nick's cock, making herself flatter on his chest and
pushing her ass out even more invitingly.  Matt could see his sister was
covered in juice and spit.  He moved himself up to his sister's glistening
asshole and placed the head of his penis just at the entrance.  At that
moment, Katie let out a small whimper: "I don't think I can do it." Nick
patted her ass, though, and nodded at Matt.  Matt pushed into her then.  It
wasn't like before at the apartment, when her pussy was just tight.  She
was completely full of Nick's cock, and he didn't think he could actually
get it into her ass.  Nick whispered again in Katie's ear, though, and
suddenly she'd pushed herself back on to her brother's cock herself.  Matt
thought the pressure might tear his dick in two, but through the pain there
was a deep pleasure as well.  Katie shuddered beneath him, another orgasm
ripping through her.  He heard another whisper, and then his sister fairly
screamed, "Fuck me brother.  Fuck your sister in the ass.  Cum in my ass. I
want you to cum in my ass.  I want my brother's cum.  Come on Matthew, fuck
me." It seemed to Matt he moved barely an inch and suddenly his sperm was
shooting hard into his sister's butthole.  Tighter and tighter it seemed to
squeeze, and he could hear Nick begin to cum, and feel the older man's cock
throbbing in his sister's cunt, as he filled her pussy up.  They lay like
that for minutes, until Matt could feel himself beginning to slide out.  He
pulled himself out then, and as his cock came up a spurt of his cum rose up
behind it, pushed up by the pressure inside Katie.  Katie moaned, and slid
limply off of Nick, sending another gush of sperm out of her pussy.  It
felt like a river between her legs, and she could do nothing but close her
eyes, and as maybe the hundredth orgasm coursed through her body, fall fast
asleep.  She woke just before four, her brother gently shaking her to
remind her it was time to get home before their mother showed up.  Nick was
back in his robe, and looked to have showered.  Katie, on the other hand,
was covered on jizz and pussy juice.  But she wouldn't have had it any
other way.  It was her badge of honor, beneath her panties and shorts, to
walk home with the signs of what she'd done today.  As they shook hands
again with Nick, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek, he grinned one
last time at her and said, "You know, when that puss has a little hair on
it, it's going to really be on fire.  Can we make another date for then?"
Katie grinned back: "For sure."

   The End