Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you.
This is also a parody and as such is protected under the first amendment. I do not claim to own the characters used herein, I'm just borrowing them for a little while, and there is no intent to use the characters for profit. Any copyrighted names, works, etc. remain property of their respective owner(s).
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This was my first attempt at erotic fiction. Or fiction of any kind, at least since I got out of grade school. Comments, suggestions, even criticism is welcome. You can reach me through the CONTACT tab on my profile.
Oh, yeah, a warning to anyone who likes a plot in their erotica. You won't find one here. This is a sex story and as such has just enough plot to advance the sex along.
Thanks to all the authors who spend so much of their time and effort to bring these stories to us all. Your efforts are much appreciated.
And many thanks to ErosTrek, Professor Moriarty and JT Langdon. I like your collective vision of the Charmed sisters and framed this story along similar lines. Hope no one minds. And now the story -
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Phoebe was undressing on her bed, already down to her matching bra and panties.
"So how do we do this?"
At the foot of the bed Paige was setting up the Halliwell's camcorder on the tripod. Looking up at her older sister she responded, "It's your fantasy. How do you want to do this?"
Phoebe turned to the nude male standing to her left and looked up and down his body. He stood just under six feet tall and had short dark hair with brown eyes. He also possessed a nice toned figure with muscular, but not overly muscled, arms, a broad chest, six-pack abs (very important in Phoebe's eyes) and most importantly a beautiful, thick, long, and rapidly hardening cock. Surprisingly, his pubic region was completely bald. Not a hair was to be found above or below his mostly erect penis. Even his balls appeared clean-shaven. Phoebe appreciated the attention to detail and was even more eager to get her mouth around this beautiful piece of meat.
"Well, I guess the naughty masseuse thing is out. Let's skip the role playing and just get to the good stuff."
"Good stuff?" mocked Paige.
"Fucking, all right? You may begin to service me now," this with a royal wave of her hand to her soon-to-be lover.
As he moved towards her Phoebe stopped him and said, "Wait. What am I supposed to call you?"
"How about Lars?"
"Lars? Do you look even remotely like a Lars?" Lars grinned and shrugged at that.
"No. Besides we're not doing the massage thing."
"All right, call me Paul."
"Paul."
"Why not? It's a perfectly good name."
Meanwhile Paige was growing impatient, "Oh for crying out loud would you just call him Paul already and get started. We don't have all day you know. Phoebe, Paul. Paul, Phoebe. Are you happy now?"
Phoebe just glared at her younger sibling before turning back to Paul and asking, "How do you want to start?"
"Why don't you get on your stomach and we'll start with a little massage anyway."
"Okay Lars." "Paul!!" from both other occupants of the room.
Phoebe, who had continued to undress and was completely nude by now, nodded and began to roll over but not before giving the camera a quick beaver shot that made Paige's mouth water. Getting up on her knees with her ass in the air, Phoebe began to rock slightly back and forth, her clean-shaven twat in perfect focus. Even as she lowered her body to the bed she kept her legs spread so that Paige could zoom in on her glistening snatch. Something the faux redhead was happy to do.
Paul had also been happily watching Phoebe expose herself to the camera and he now moved toward her nude body. Placing one hand on her left leg he began to move his hands on Phoebe's body, up her thigh and over her buttock onto her lower back then back down the right side to her knee. Bringing his hand back up to the gorgeous ass before him (as any sane straight man in his position would do) Paul stopped and gave Phoebe's right cheek a gentle squeeze. Phoebe had elevated her upper body on her elbows and was turned slightly so she could watch the progress. Paul now had both hands on her butt and was rhythmically squeezing her cheeks, pulling them apart in the process. This gave Paige, and her camera, an even better view of Phoebe's vulva and now her asshole as well. A sight that the anally oriented younger girl could never get enough of. Already Paige was wishing she could ditch the camera and dive in between her older sister's legs, but she had agreed to play director for the day and was determined to let Phoebe have her fun without interference. At least not so soon.
Paul had continued to massage Phoebe's butt and Paige realized she had almost missed an opportunity for a close-up. Quickly zooming in it became obvious that the middle Halliwell was growing increasingly aroused, as evidenced by the moisture already appearing between her legs. After checking with Paige that she had indeed caught the display on camera Paul changed from using his whole hand to just using his fingertips on Phoebe's body, and he now began to move further away from the amazing ass that both he and Paige were lusting for big time. Up the prone form's back, returning down and over the buttocks then back up, each time going just a little bit further, he worked his way down Phoebe's left leg. When he reached her ankle he changed his stroke again, this time pressing firmly down on her satin soft skin. Moving up the leg slowly he passed over the left cheek, still maintaining pressure, before moving to the right side and starting the trip down that leg. This process was repeated several times. When he felt that he had gotten Phoebe relaxed enough he went back to massaging her ass, but with more pressure than previously. After the first few minutes Phoebe had lowered her upper body to the bed and rested her head on her arms. She signaled her approval periodically by moaning quietly whenever he did something she particularly liked.
Placing one hand on each leg Paul moved down by increments while he squeezed the flesh beneath his hands. Upper thighs, squeeze, move down a hands-breadth, repeating until he reached her ankles. He spent some time massaging both ankles and calves before moving onto the bottoms of Phoebe's feet. Experimenting with different pressures Paul quickly found how much pressure to apply that wouldn't result in a high-pitched squeal and having the offended foot yanked from his grasp only to quickly be shoved back at his body as punishment. He also settled for massaging one foot at a time, using mostly his thumbs, placing one thumb next to the other on the soles of his ticklish victim's foot and applying pressure then rotating them in opposite directions. When Phoebe began to wriggle her ass in pleasure Paul decided that there had been enough massaging for now, even though he hadn't even touched her shoulders yet. Figuring that there was time for that later if she decided he mentally shrugged his shoulders and moved on to some real foreplay.