Everyone having sex is at least eighteen years old.
"Tell me a story."
"What?" Kim looked at me with her eyebrows high. Her cute, red lips turned up at the corners of her mouth.
"Tell me a story." I grinned at her and could almost hear her thoughts. After a moment, I relented. "A sexy story... about something you did before we met."
The light bulb went on over her head, and her matching grin widened. "You want to hear about something I did before? With another guy?"
"Or girl."
She laughed and smacked my arm. I leaned over and kissed her, my hand running along her side, then sliding over and cupping her boob, still covered by her halter top.
"Why do you want me to tell you that?"
I shrugged, not easily as we were both lying on the bed on our sides, facing each other. Reaching up, I tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.
"I don't know. It'd be a turn-on, I guess."
Her brown eyes twinkled. I loved how the shades of brown swirled through her eyes, as if made of perfect mahogany, buffed to a shine.
"You think you'll get turned on by hearing about me having sex with someone else?" Her smile showed her white teeth, setting off her Mediterranean complexion.
It always amazed me to see the two of us in a mirror. She was dark and lovely. Long, black hair, plush, but not overly large tits, a warm smile and sparkling eyes.
I was tall, thinner than average, but fit. My short, blonde hair and blue eyes stood in stark contrast to her darker look.
We were in love. And man, the sex was incredible. Early on, we learned how we both got excited by role playing and dirty pillow talk. We'd talk about people we knew, and how they probably wanted to fuck us, and tell each other how it would feel to screw one of our friends.
The night before, as I did her against the wall, she squirmed when I told her how our waiter that evening might have followed her into the ladies' room. How he would have cornered her in the stall and bent her over, fucking her quickly before allowing her to come back and finish her meal with me. Of course, dinner would be on the house, and I would wonder why.
She would invent situations for me, too. Telling me stories about her friends and how they confided to her about how they wanted to fuck me. She'd tell me how I could go about doing it when they were over, detailing how I could lure them upstairs for a few minutes, just long enough to cum deep inside them before returning to the group downstairs.
Our minds worked overtime, coming up with all kinds of imaginary scenarios that would excite the other.
"Yes, I would get excited. We've made up all kinds of stories. Now I want to hear about things you actually did," I said, kissing her nose and making her giggle.
She tilted her head and looked at me sideways. "You sure you won't get angry? You don't know all the guys I've done things with."
Shaking my head, I said, "I can handle it. I love you."
"I love you, too," she said, smiling. "But are you sure?"
"Yeah. What difference does it make who you were with? That was in the past."
"You might learn some things you didn't know," she said, making me wonder exactly what she meant. I found it made my cock grow.
"So, how about this? You tell me a story of something you did, and I'll tell you one."
She looked at me, nodding. "And how do I know if you're telling me the truth?"
"Why would I lie?"
She pursed her lips. "Good point."
I got an idea then. "Okay," I sat up, propped up on my elbow. "How about this? We both tell each other a story of something really sexy, kinky, nasty, or just plain wrong we've done. Something we wouldn't normally talk about."
"Uh, huh."
"And we have to decide if they were true or made up."
"So we could make up something?"
"Yeah, and if we guess wrong, we get a penalty."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh! That could get interesting!"
I nodded, a grin growing. "But I think we should mostly tell true stories. Throw in a made-up one once in a while, just for variety."
She smiled and nodded. "Okay." She tilted her head toward me. "But you have to promise to not get mad at me for anything I tell you. And not tell anyone else what I tell you." She looked right into my eyes.
"I promise. Same for you, too. You don't know everything about me, either."
"Deal." She grinned at me. "You go first."
I kissed her, my fingers finding their way under her halter top while I thought. "Okay, there was this time..."
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"Have you seen Susan?" I turned at the familiar voice. My girlfriend's older sister stood there, her clothes rumpled, eyes red and her ponytail in complete disarray.
I shook my head, frowning. "Nope."
Marie looked at me, her head tilted. "She's not with you?"
Again, I shook my head. "Haven't seen her for over an hour." I sighed and drained the last of my beer from the red plastic cup.
"Oh, shit," Marie said, her voice low as she looked around. Two guys walked down the stairs nearby, both laughing. One of them said something, and they high-fived each other.
As they hit the landing, both of them glanced over at me. The grins on their faces told me what I already suspected. I heard Marie sigh next to me. "Oh, shit," she repeated, then started up the stairs.
She turned to look at me, pausing on the third step. "Help me. Please?"
I'd always had a thing for Marie, but knew that a senior, and cheerleader to boot, would never go out with me, a lowly junior, even though we were almost the same age. I'd been held back in the first grade, and was now older than most of the others in my grade.
Dating her sister Susan had been the next best thing to bagging Marie. That, and she would fuck me. I had to admit; it didn't make for the best, most stable foundation to a relationship. But, damn, Susan could fuck, and I loved it.
The problem was that Susan loved to fuck. And not just me. Hence, I found myself following the cute ass that swayed under Marie's short skirt up the stairs. It didn't surprise me to catch a glimpse of damp pussy lips poking out from under. Marie had been known to get nasty at parties occasionally, and I figured some lucky asshole here had gotten inside her. That son of a bitch. I wanted that.
We found Susan in one of the bedrooms, sprawled out and freshly fucked. I sighed, my eyes taking in her soaked pussy. Cum hung from her sparse pubic hair, and pooled on her flat, tanned stomach. I saw how it filled in her belly button and wondered how many guys came on her to get that much spooge all over her.
Marie got a towel from the adjoining bathroom and wiped her down as I gathered up her clothes. She moaned, not quite unconscious, but totally out of it as I pulled up her panties. I stuck a finger inside her, for good measure, before getting her underwear and shorts buttoned up.
We finished getting her dressed and I carried her down the stairs and out to my car. I buckled her up in the passenger seat as Marie got in the back.
In the ten minutes it took to get to Marie and Susan's house, both sisters passed out. I turned onto their street, but didn't stop in their driveway. Instead, I went further to where the streetlight was out. It was a dead end, with no houses nearby.
I parked, then looked at both girls. They were both major league hot and passed out cold. I was horny, and my so-called girlfriend had fucked herself into a stupor. Without me. The guys that got to bang her had left her for me to take home.
I looked back at Marie and grinned at the long expanse of toned thigh her short skirt exposed, now up around her waist as she lay sideways.
Shouldn't I get a reward for getting these two home safely? They could've been raped by the entire football team. I saved them. They owe me.
I thought about pulling Susan over, laying her flat on the front bench seat and fucking her, but the memory of all the cum that dripped out of her pussy just didn't do it for me.
Then I thought about the true object of my desire laying behind me. I looked again, then leaned over the seat and shook her shoulder, loudly calling her name. She mumbled something, then went quiet.
"Okay. Now for a little payback," I said to myself as I crawled over the seat.
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Kim pulled off my dick with a pop. "Wait!" She put a hand on my arm, her eyes on fire. "Don't tell me you raped her!"
"Who said anything about rape?" I gave her my best hurt look.
"I'm getting a picture here..."
I grinned. "I told you. You don't know everything about me." I pushed her head gently, rubbing the end of my cock against her cheek.
She took a deep breath. "Maybe not... go on." She took me back into her mouth as I resumed my story.
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When I got onto the backseat, I saw Marie laying there, her eyes open, looking at me.
"What've you got in mind?"
I didn't expect that. I thought she was out of it. "Oh! Ah, just checking to see how you're doing. Susan is passed out cold."
"You climbed over the seat to see if I was alright?" I nodded, trying to look innocent. "How chivalrous."
I grinned and shrugged. I'm not sure where I got the courage, but I reached over and ran my palm down her thigh, then back up. She lay there, looking at me as I looked at her legs, caressing them.
After a few moments, she shifted, laying flat on her back along the big back seat. She spread her knees as my hand ran up the inside of her thigh. I didn't stop at the hem of her skirt this time. I kept going, my hand sliding under her skirt until the tip of my finger brushed her lips.
I couldn't see my fingers there under her skirt as one parted her wet lips, finding her entrance. She was hot and still kinda slimy. From another guy's cum, I guessed. It didn't stop me, and I moved my other hand over her belly, pushing her thin shirt up and feeling her stomach as my first hand massaged her pussy, my fingers moving up and down her slit, diddling her clit with each pass.
I moved around and turned so my thumb pressed into her, spreading her wetness around as my finger focused on her nub.
Her moaning surprised me, and I got so hard I had to readjust myself in my pants. She arched her back and her skirt slid up. I pushed it with my other hand and saw her snatch clearly for the first time.
I couldn't believe how perfect she was. She shaved or waxed, or something. Bald as a baby and gaping open as my hand worked her. I could see moisture running down between her little ass cheeks.
I was afraid to say anything, still not sure if she was jerking my chain and would shut all this down at any moment. She was getting into it, but I knew whatever happened would be solely up to her.
Wanting to get some before she changed her mind, I got up on my knees between her legs and pushed her shirt up. She helped me get it over her tits and I leaned forward enough to suck on one of her nipples, all the while still working her pussy with my hand.
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"You know, I'd never put my fingers in a girl that's been cummed in before, and it was really weird. Kind of slimy, but very slippery. I was so horny I just didn't care."
Kim looked up at me, my dick still in her mouth, as she paused. She grinned and released me.
"That didn't gross you out?"
I shook my head. "Maybe if I'd sat and thought about touching some other guy's cum, then, yeah, probably. I was just so friggin horny, I didn't care."
