1. When the Need Strikes - Chapter 4


    Date: 2/27/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Drug, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 93.7, Source: sexstories.com

    on, okay?” “Um…” I replied, and he sharply swatted my behind in response. I’d never been spanked as a kid, but some of my ex-boyfriends had been really into it…and so had I. “Oh!” I squealed. “Now listen,” Craig said. “This isn’t sex.” He continued to spank me as he spoke, and I grew wetter and wetter. “This is just two people helping each other out, okay? Don’t even think of us like brother and sister. I’m just a man, and you’re just a woman. And what were women designed to do?” I was too busy moaning with pleasure to answer. “What were women designed to do?” he repeated, punctuating each word with his hand on my butt. “Pleasure men,” I panted in response. “That’s right,” he said, standing up and depositing me on the floor. I looked up to the delicious sight of him lowering his pants, his hard cock coming into view. Neither of us said a word—he just grabbed me by the hair and guided my mouth to his cock. I took his hardness inside my mouth, and enthusiastically did all that I could to get him off. He treated me as if I wasn’t even a person, as if I were just a wet hole to be used for his pleasure, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt so dirty, so used…and I loved it. Before long, he was cumming in my mouth, and when we was done, he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I watched, wide-eyed, as he spread my legs, flipped my skirt up, ripped my panties off, and dove in-between my legs, fucking me with his fingers, and then leaning down to use his mouth on me. ...
    “Craig!” I cried in pleasure. “But…I thought…” “Shut up,” he said, withdrawing his hand and spanking me neatly on the pussy. “I told you—we’re not brother and sister. If we go down that path, we’ll never get through this month. We’re just a man and a woman with a convenient arrangement, okay?” “Okay,” I said with a whimper of pleasure. My mind was spinning—if we were treating each other like strangers, did that mean we had to stop at just oral? Could we… Ew. As much I’d become comfortable with what we had done up until now, that was too far. I pushed the image from my mind, and focussed on the sensations that Craig’s mouth and hand were causing on my soaking pussy. Actually having sex? That was wrong. It was crossing the line. It was something we could never do. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about it? * * * Before he left my room that night, I insisted on going down on Craig once more. After all, it was almost 9pm…I wouldn’t get another chance to do this all night, and I didn’t want any risk of him slipping. There was too much at stake. The next morning, I got up and sneaked into his room to wake him up with another blow-job. Like a gentleman, he insisted on returning the favor, and that pretty much described the whole week. Once or twice a day, my brother and I would find each other, and ensure that we weren’t dancing with fate, letting our hormones build up. And get each other off. All weirdness had passed by this point—the idea was firmly cemented in both our heads that this ...
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