First Time Taboo Seduction Part 1 (3 page)

I look down in shame to avoid his eyes and
get a full sight of his heavy cum-loaded balls swinging violently.
My mouth waters at the idea of all the sticky cum stored in there
and my wet snatch drools that much harder.

God help me.

"Now we're talking," the pervert says.
"That's how you jerk cock, Sis."

Anne's shadow hits me and jealousy flares at
the thought of having to share. How pathetic is that?

"Now be a good sister and give me some head,
will you?" Jimmy says. My head shoots up but the curse words remain
stuck in my throat. There is not a trace of shame in his handsome
face, only lust.

I more than make up for his lack of shame,
though. Enough for my face and neck to burn so badly that I fear I
might spontaneously combust. But not enough to stop the depravity
of it all. I wish.

"You really want me to suck you off, don't
you?" I snap. "Your own damn stepsister give you head."

"Fuck," the fuckers exclaims. "Sis, I lost
count of how often I jerked off thinking about your tits and ass."
The open confession takes me by surprise. Again I come up empty
when I struggle to throw the right words back at him.

"What?" I say, alarmed, when Jimmy leans over
me, one hand reaching over my head and out of sight.

"Fuck!", I cry when his the flat of his hand
comes down on my ass hard. Hard. Stinging my ass. It goes straight
to my throbbing clit, pleasure rippling through me. He slaps again
and I cry out , more pleasure bursting free.

Anne gasps. I bet it turns her on to see me
being spanked and taking it. So much for best friend. But at least
she isn't the one jerking off her own stepbrother in front of her
best friend.

"That's the ass I've been wanking off over,"
the pervert says, not stopping spanking the shit out of my burning
ass.

"Fucker! I'm warning you," I say through
clenched teeth.

That's an empty threat. I have nothing left
to threaten him with, I want it too badly for that.

I watch his other hand shoot over my head and
pray I won't orgasm on the spot, anticipating the sting.

Both hands simultaneously land on my ass
cheeks, sending the air out of my longs. I cry out with taboo
cravings, instinctively lifting my dam ass up like a bitch in heat.
Invitingly. Ready for more.

That's another low I'll never live down.

Angry, humiliated, horny, all at once, I
welcome the slaps that following. Trying hard to muffle the cries
that escaping through clenched teeth, pussy spasming powerfully
each time his hands sting my flesh, the sound of the degrading
spanking ringing in my ears.

"This ass is mine, Sis," the perv says,
underline each word with a fresh sting. "And don't you forget
it."

I don't even object. I'm too busy trying not
to lose it. Too busy breathing hard and fast, heat exploding in my
tummy, cunt-juices running down my thighs. And my ass burning as
badly as my drooling snatch.

"Crystal," Anne says again, reminding me I'm
being watched, as if I need reminding.

"What?" I yell.

"What are you doing?" I can't believe she has
to ask.

"What does it look like? I'm submitting to a
damn spanking by my perv of a stepbrother while giving him a
handjob," I hiss, face burning.

"Oh," Crystal says like the quarter just
dropped. Really, she used to be smarter than that, Miss Taylor
Swift lookalike. "You think I can -," she says, not finishing. I
can't believe she has the nerve to finish and say she wants a round
of ass-frying-spanking too.

Before I can reply, Jimmy unceremoniously
pulls my thong down.

"Hey, wait!" I yell, alarmed.

The bastard predictably ignores me, pulling
my thong down further.

"Oh shit," I cry, toes curling when the
soaked fabric peels away from my swollen pussy-lips. "God!" I cry
out . But I'm not counting on divine intervention, I'm not certain
I'd even appreciate it if it arrived.

I gasp when the warm air hits my private
lips. Wet lips. Swollen lips. Waxed pussy. I know. What would a
virgin need waxed pussy for?

Because a girl can dream and hope she
spontaneously runs into Mr. Perfect, and she wants to be prepared,
OK?

Because being eighteen and horny and a virgin
isn't easy and you do whatever it takes to take the edge of the
lust you have to deal with on a daily basis. So you look for ways
to release some steam. You rub your clit, finger-fuck your snatch,
and you wax your pussy, OK?

Sue me.

Shame peaking, I yell, "Pull that thong up
right now!"

I'm still holding on to the pussy wrecker,
though. For convenience's sake I chose not to focus in on that, or
on the heat that builds stronger between my legs. Nor do I think
about my stiff nipples. Tingling. Crying out to be touched.

"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad," I yell,
feeling so stupid.

"You're really going to tell your parents you
jerked Jimmy off?" Anne says, disbelief etched on her face, a
wonderful contribution to a dialogue I don't need.

"Tell what, Sis? How you love a good
spanking?" Jimmy says, bringing the flat of his hand down again on
my sorry ass.

My high pierced cry penetrates the air and my
hands tighten their grip on the pole of hard cockmeat. Jimmy grunts
and bucks his hips, hard enough for the tip to hit my quivering
lips.

I can barely control the urge to open my
mouth wide. Wide enough for hard cock to slide over my lips.

"I hate you!" I snap, crying fat tears.

Tears of frustration.

You'd be frustrated too. Stuck between the
perverted desires to go down on the man you grew up with and hurt
pride and anger. A man just one year older and who I always thought
of as my impossibly handsome and arrogant shitty brother.

"But you are still going to show me what a
great cocksucker you are, right?" Jimmy says, slapping my ass again
and again.

The pain fuels the pleasure that is wrecking
me, one lustful moan after another, each branding me as a total
slut, escapes from the back of my throat as I undergo Part Two of
Getting Your Ass Fried, bare pussy-lips on full display.

Fuck me.

Fuck him.

Fuck Anne too.

"Just to show
me how much you really love your brother," Jimmy says. I want to
correct him, point out he is my damn
stepbrother
, but why
bother?

"Crystal?" Anne asks just when Jimmy decides
my ass had enough. He leans back, tensing his six pack, leaving my
ass cheeks burning.

"What?" I hiss, eyes focused on the bloated
tip of the cock that I've still trapped in my hands.

"If you don't then... I don't mind," Crystal
says. She says it softly, as if afraid to share. A shy blonde
little slut. It sounds like the bitch means it. Not a joke.
Reality. A fucking empirical fact.

"Bitch," I hiss and open my mouth as wide as
my anatomy allows.

That is jealousy for you. If anyone is going
to give head then it will be me.

That is perverted lust talking. The kind of
lust that is so wrong that there is no silver lining.

My head shoots forward and I welcome the
perv's stiff prick deep in my watering mouth. Deep enough to gag
when the broad tip hits the back of my throat.

Instead of repulsion, my pink snatch heats up
even more. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. And perverted. And
Obscene.

My lips are stretched so tight around the fat
shaft that it feels they are ready to burst.

I suck hard on my first cock, cheeks
hollow.

Shame kicks
my pride's butt and I try not to think about how I am now the kind
of girl who doesn't mind giving head to her own stepbrother, my
tongue moving over hard cockmeat. That's
exploration
for you, my
tongue going where it never should.

"There! Much better! Time you left that
inner-bitch out, Sis," Jimmy says, looking down at me. He knows how
I hate being called a bitch. He knows and he calls me one to my
face with a smug grin that grows when I look up at him, his cock in
my mouth, in broad-fucking-daylight.

His hands decent and I already know where he
is going with them.

I don't stop him. I don't want to.

They feel heavy resting against the back of
my head. Crystal the Bitch kneels beside me at head level. Just
what I fucking need. I turn my eyes, shame burning, and see her
stare back at me with big blue eyes, jaw hanging.

Shit.

"You have to bob your head, Crystal," Anne
says helpfully. "Really, if you don't want..."

I can't believe the bitch's nerve. Neither
can I believe my own when I willing start bobbing my head as if on
command. But I am in a way: commanded by taboo cravings that leave
me no other choice. When that kind of lust tells you to suck, you
suck. You suck cock no matter who the cock belongs to.

A whole new level of depravity.

I bob my head slowly at first, like you can
expect from a horny yet inexperienced virgin.

Jimmy moans with appreciation for the feel of
my lips sliding up and down his shaft. He better.

He better appreciate it for the price I'm
paying in terms of self-esteem and pride. He better thank me on his
knees afterwards. One complaint and I'll tear his fucking balls
off.

The longer I suck, the more intense the fire
that lays my wet snatch to waste becomes. Soon enough I'm bobbing
my head as fast as I can. Sucking hard on the way up like there is
a price to win and driving my face down as far as I can, ignoring
my gag-reflex.

Only decent girls make an issue out of a
little gagging and loads of saliva welling up, not depraved sluts
like yours truly.

The pervert isn't too good to help out, of
course. What else to expect from scum like my sick stepbrother? His
hands are always there to force just that little bit more cock in,
bucking his hips without mercy, my spectacles sliding down my
nose.

"Oh yes, you definitely have a gift, Sis,"
Jimmy says. "You really should have told me you have a talent for
sucking cock."

Angry, I raise one hand and flip him the
finger. He pushes my face down for a reward. He pushes hard enough
for the tip to confront the entrance of my throat with a force that
exceeds the resistance it meets.

I gag. More saliva wells up to coat the
invader.

I try to push back harder.

Of course I fail, not that I try that
hard.

Short of air, heart racing, clit throbbing, I
surrender to the lust. Why not? Why keep up the pretense? We both
know I really want this. Need it. If I didn't, I'd have ripped his
balls off already.

But instead I'm cradling those balls with one
hand, my other on the pussy-wrecker that is drilling my face like a
damn jackhammer, expanding my gagging throat as it forces its way
in.

"Are you going to try to take it all?" Anne
asks. Dumb cunt. What does she think? That I can answer with cock
in my mouth and down throat? I want to scratch her eyes out.

The broad cock-head spreads out my throat
like you'd expect from something so fat.

"Oh wow, I can see where it is," Anne says,
pointing at my throat. Christ!

The sound of
my gagging is like an obscene soundtrack of a cheap porn movie.
A
really
cheap porn movie.

"Open up, Sis," Jimmy commands, bucking his
hips again and again, keeping my face down.

More saliva wells up to spill over my lips
and shoot through my nose, and my body shocks and waves as cock is
forced down my throat.

I feel I am being choked on hard cock. Dead
by cock. That would make a great headline.

"Give me your throat, Sis," the fucker
groans, his face a mask of primal desires. I never hated him more
than I do now. Tears spill generously. Eyes wide, shock swallows me
whole when I feel the cock-head decent further down my contracting
throat, one fat inch at a time.

"Oh my God," Anne shrieks, "you're really
going to take it all!" I want to kick the bitch. She sounds like is
about to give a round of applause.

"Take a pic, Anne," Jimmy says.

Alarm grips my beating heart. I try to tell
them to not even think it. Hard to do with cock in your mouth and
throat and lips unable to move because they are stretched too tight
around a fuckpole. They'll love the spectacles too, I'm certain.
That's me giving bookworms a bad rep.

All they hear is a lot of "HmMmm hHhmm MmHH"
as I yell at them to fuck off! No pictures!.

Struggling, trying to push my head up, the
fucker has no trouble keeping my face pinned down on his pulsating
cock. That and my naked body will make for a great picture, I'm
certain. Well, not fully naked: my thong is stuck midway down my
thighs and my top covers some skin beneath my bare tits. Yeah,
really, it'll make for a great picture.

I want to die.

"Really?" Anne asks. Christ.

"You don't think my dear sister wants to see
what she looks like with cock down her throat?" the perv says. He
even sounds like she is dumb for not thinking of it.

I can just imagine the fucker showing the
pics to his friends. That should be enough to put an end to this
perversion. But it doesn't. After the initial shock dies down, a
perverse part of me gets off at the idea of others seeing me like
this. Really, I need help. Badly.

The heat between my legs is volcanic and I
already know I'm in a state where I'd kill for a stiff prick up my
leaking cunt.

"More, Sis! More!" Jimmy says.

Easy for him to say, he isn't the one trying
to shove Donkey Kong's cock down his throat, I am. Turning my eyes
up, I know it isn't anger that he sees in my eyes, it is a depraved
cum-hunger that I can't shake, nostrils flaring wide.

You'd say that would get me some mercy.
Forget it.