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It was a Sunday morning, and my cock was hard in my hand. As an eighteen year old virgin, the strength of my erections was never in doubt, but their frequency was becoming distracting, to say the least. Hard when I went to sleep, hard when I woke up, hard at various impractical points throughout the day, my hormones were in a constant cascade down from my brain to my dick, swelling up my balls and begging to be released in an explosion of hot, white, euphoria.
As warm water showered down my body, I worked toward that release. Eyes closed tight as I stroked up and down, my mind tried to organize the overwhelming stimulus it took in on a daily basis as a horned-up high school senior. Lori's cleavage when she bent over to pick up her pen, the way Tara's tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass, Michele's lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep in thought...my cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young women, my classmates, my friends, might act if they were with me right now, their bodies consumed by the same fire as mine, and what depraved things they might do to reach their own satisfaction.
But as I raced down the final straightaway toward ultimate pleasure, my mind landed in the same place it always did. Instead of my hand sliding up and down my cock I saw a mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips, tongue and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax out of my body. Then, right as I was approaching the edge, the emerald green eyes of my next door neighbor Sarah looked up at me, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls. Her breath was as labored as mine, her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did. Sarah's hands, lips and tongue coaxed me closer and closer. My balls churned, coiling tight, my breath got ragged, and then time seemed to stop as Sarah placed the trembling purple head of my cock on her bottom lip, stared me right in the eye, and whispered...
"Hey, I'm coming in!" My eyes burst open, hand off my cock and quickly closing the gap in the shower curtain as I angled my rapidly deflating dick away from the bathroom door. The abrupt entrance of my step-sister Alex snapped me right back to reality, instantly sending me lightyears away from that glorious precipice of pleasure.
"You know it doesn't really work if you knock AFTER you open the door."
"Eh, get over it, I wasn't looking, and besides, you've been in here for like half an hour--other people need to use the bathroom in the morning too, you know!" Kate was a bit older than me, and you'd think college would have taught her some new manners about sharing a communal space, but any tact she might have learned fell away as soon as she came home for a weekend, a holiday, or in this case spring break.
"Why are you even up this early? You guys were out until like 2 am last night"
"Steph and I are going on a bit of a road trip today, so we wanted to get a jump on things. What were YOU doing up so late?"
Steph lived upstairs with her parents, and she and Alex had been inseparable for as long as I could remember. As a night owl myself, I had heard them stumble home late many nights, and last night was no different. Straining cock in my hand, the sound of the closing front door, along with hushed whispers and giggles as they walked by my room, triggered momentary mid-masturbation paranoia. I froze in silence, mid-stroke, to make sure I gave no indication of what I was doing, but the pressure in my cock never abated. In that moment my horned-up mind wandered to Steph, a tall volleyball player with long toned legs and more than enough tits. I wondered where she'd been tonight. Had she sucked someone's dick? Had she swallowed their cum? My cock throbbed.
Once the coast was clear I started back up again. Thoughts of Steph lingered, and as I timed my orgasm to the cumshot clip I watched on my computer, in my mind's eye it was Steph's face I saw, mouth open in a slight smile, happily splattered in white.
"Nothing, just watching a movie."
Her languid response of "mmhmm" said she didn't believe me, but wasn't going to push it.
"Well just hurry up and finish, huh? You know mom hates it when you're late for church." She said as she left. Her tone implied a double meaning, but as I looked down at my now totally flaccid penis and frustratingly full balls, I knew the only thing being finished right now was my shower. I rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped out.
As I toweled off, my mind drifted to all the things I had coming up in the next few months. Things like finding a prom date, making sure my summer job was set up, and getting ready for college in the fall meandered through my head, but I was brought back to earth as my gaze fell on the bathroom window. This window looked directly at Sarah's bedroom window, and as the fog cleared from the glass, it revealed the beautiful redhead whose lips I had just minutes ago been fantasizing were sliding up and down my cock. There she was, topless, with only a black bra shielding her perfect breasts from my eyes.
She moved around her room casually, looking for a top for the day, but I froze. I'd caught a glimpse of her puttering around in her room from time to time over the years, but usually it was as a silhouette through curtains, and always fully clothed. Her curtains must have been broken now, as this was a straight shot right into her bedroom, the morning sun illuminating her pale cleavage like a beacon.
Sarah and I were friendly, but I don't know if I'd say we were friends. We had lived only feet from each other for many years, and had grown up going to school together, but we never really traveled in the same social circles. Regardless, as the years went by she developed into the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was just too petrified by her beauty, and my own inexperience, to really do anything about it. Outgoing but private, I had no idea if she had a boyfriend, a girlfriend or what. My hormone-addled brain was dying to know her sexual history, and I had spent many nights imagining all its details for my own pleasure.
I felt the blood start to return to my cock, but another impatient knock on the door from Alex snapped me out of it. When I looked back, Sarah had gone, and instinctually my hand sprung to close the blinds, not wanting anyone to be privy to the magic portal I had just discovered.
The image of those busty, freckled tits stayed fresh in my mind as I got dressed. I wondered what her nipples tasted like. What her tits would feel like wrapped around my cock. How slowly my cum would slide down between them. Jesus I just wish I had cum in the shower--I really needed to snap out of this. The smell of bacon brought me back to earth as I entered the kitchen. I looked toward the stove and saw two long, athletic legs leading up to the shortest shorts humanly imaginable. Inside those shorts was an apple of an ass, and above that, a tight, spaghetti-strap tank top covered a long, tight back leading up to a messy bun of dirty blonde hair. The whole package gyrated slowly to a song only she could hear as she made herself breakfast. The blood once again started its pilgrimage to my cock.
"Hey, Steph." I opened the fridge door in an attempt to hide my arousal.
"Oh, hey, Timmy!" she said as she whirled around to greet me. She knew I hated the name Timmy, but she never passed up a chance to tease me. It was clear when she turned around that she had stayed the night, as her nipples were clearly visible through the tight fabric of the tank top. As the only man in the house, and not much of a threat at that, Steph was always very relaxed when she was here, which meant she had no problem hanging around in whatever she slept in. Alex would usually follow suit, and their sleepovers generally meant a parade of unfettered tits and nipples covered only by the thinnest of garments. This was both heaven and hell for a boy my age. Even now my eyes couldn't help but lock in on her perfect tits, and she caught me staring before I could look away.
"Are you staring at my tits, Timmy?" she said with a wry smile. I scrambled and focused on something else to cover my ass.
"Nah, I'm staring at that hickey on your chest--you fall asleep on the vacuum again?"
"Very funny," she chuckled, "I bet you'd love to know where I got it, wouldn't you, perv?" It was true. I blew it off and tried to seem cool, but goddamn it was true. The little deep red mark peeked out from the lip of her shirt, on the inside of her right breast and it was driving me mad. Did she get it last night? Did she get it...from Alex?
I'd never seen Steph with a boyfriend, and due to all the time they spent together, I naturally wondered if Steph and Alex were a little more than just friends. Steph's unit was laid out fairly similar to ours, so her bedroom was right above mine, which meant I could hear loud music and girlish giggles pulse through the floor every time they hung out. Then one night, when it was extra quiet, the sounds of faint moaning snuck their way through the floorboards, in through my ears, and directly down to my dick. I was too shocked to do anything but sit there with an intense hard on; Alex wasn't home--was she up there with Steph? Did she have those long legs wrapped around my step-sister's head? The fact that I was over hearing something so personal, made it taboo and voyeuristic, and hot as hell. I tried to keep the incident out of my mind, but when I heard those sexy little whimpers trickle down a second occasion, a third, I couldn't ignore it. Sometimes Alex was home, sometimes she wasn't, and I'd listen closely, stroking along, wondering if Steph was touching herself, or if Alex was touching her, or licking her tight pussy, or even if that tight pussy was wrapped around a hard cock. I'd match her intensity, getting faster and faster as she lost control, until the sexiest sound a woman can make freed itself from her mouth in a unique short-short-long pattern of ecstasy, and I would cum so hard I almost blacked out.
"Have fun on your trip," I managed to choke out through a suddenly dry mouth. I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and went on my way. Today had been quite the test already, so heading off to church with my step mom seemed like a great way to get my mind out of the gutter.
Or so I thought.
