Total Cyberslut: The Entire Series Page 4

  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 wet 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 coming inside her. In the frenzy this produced inside of her, she redoubled her efforts with Luke, until he too had begun to come, 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.

  Part 3: On the Crest

  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 – just another couple heading towards their room upstairs. But it had another effect as well: it was a public display of the taboo the two were breaking, step-brother and step-sister, driven by insatiable lust for one another. The two had not touched since the afternoon with Matt’s friend 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 brother was too hot, and she could squeeze it 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 was, this day was for Nick, and anyway it was better having someone to watch her doing it, especially her step-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 step-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 step-brother’s 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 did seem to be slowly firming up. She put her hand back on it, felt it growing tighter and more rigid. 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 length of it.

  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 six 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. 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 clasps holding it together. Then, slowly, he allowed the fabric to fall for
ward 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, 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 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 peeking 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 step-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 pre-come on his penis as she had a few days 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 head 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 forty-five year old man, is licking my pussy.

  His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, his hot breath following behind, his whiskers ticking 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 come.

  She wanted him to know, wanted to tell him what he was doing to her. “You’re making me come” she said softly, and then more loudly, “Oh God, I’m coming. I’m coming in your mouth. Drink my pussy juice.”

  And, in fact, he seemed to do just that, lapping at her lips drinking in from her 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 was 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 knelt down behind her and ran his soft tongue lingerlingly 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 sensed 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 coming 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 come 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 come,” she thought to ask Nick then. That had been, after all, her objecti
ve – 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 come 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 coming all over his step-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 come 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 coming 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 step-brother’s. Please let her get that big cock back and swallow her step-brother’s come 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 come 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 long leg on either side, her pussy and ass pressed against his belly.