Blackmailed Into Sex By Her Sister -- Part Four
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There is nothing like the feel of a virgin pussy being fucked for the first time.
It is soft as velvet, yet tighter than a vice. Extremely wet and lubricated, however the lubrication is thick, but not like KY Jelly, and the juices are wet and flowing, but not like a liquid lube like Astroglide.
More than all of that, it is the feeling of how the pussy grabs your cock and pulls it in as if the subconscious biological needs have taken over the girl's brain pulling you in, doing everything it can to milk your seed to shoot into her womb and impregnate her as you take her virginity. The biology of 1.000s of years taking over a vagina and a penis both attempting to fulfill their natural goal to reproduce the species.
I got caught up in the feeling and began to fuck Nikki harder and harder. I moved my thumb down to her clit and began to rub it. Her bucking and panting were getting harder and faster. She started to moan, then screaming, as she started to buck so hard I thought I might lose my grip. She grabbed my ass and started to shove my cock in harder and harder and started to scream bloody murder as she came buck and pulsing around my cock screaming, "Chris, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh Chris, I'm coming."
And against my better judgment I came. Shoving my cock balls deep as far into her as I could and shot my gigantic load, rope after rope after rope with the head of my cock deep inside her womb.
I collapsed onto Nikki, and we both laid there for some time panting.
I finally got my wits back around me, look up at Chris and said, "I'm sorry. I lost control. I didn't mean to cum. Will you ever forgive me."
She smiled at me tenderly and said, "It's okay. I understand under the circumstances." Leaned in and gave me a loving kiss.
I looked at Nikki and said, "Are you okay?" All she could do at that moment was smile. So I pulled out, rolled over, looked at Chris and said, "I need a beer."
Stood up, looked down at Nikki in her post-orgasmic bliss and thought how she had no idea about what was going to happen next.
And we're back:
Chapter 12:
Chris and I sat on the edge of the bed together hugging and kissing each other for reassurance that everything was still okay between us, and that we were comfortable with the understanding that under the circumstances we had done the right thing. I was petting her hair and gazing lovingly into her eyes and she was doing the same with me.
Nikki was on the bed behind us still coming down from not only losing her virginity, but having two large orgasms and being tied up for the first time in her sexual life.
As a matter of fact, she still was tied up and I had no plans to untie her.
I sipped on my beer and said to Chris, "You want some? It was an Iron City the unofficial beer of Pittsburgh, or as the ad said, "The beer drinker's beer."
Pennsylvania still has "blue laws." You can only buy liquor and wine in state stores. (Oregon also still has blue laws. You can still only buy liquor in a state store but you can buy beer and wine in a grocery store.) Not in Pennsylvania. Liquor and wine only in a state store and you could only buy beer either as a six pack from a bar, or as a case in a beer distributor.
Beer distributors were large warehouses filled with cases of every type of beer stacked high with wide aisles in between. I assume for the forklifts to do their job. And you drove over there to grab either a half a case or a full case to bring home.
It was still a blue collar working town. The Burgh now is a high-tech town the genesis being when Westinghouse made the downtown their world headquarters, and then fueled by the computer department at Carnegie-Mellon just like Silicon Valley is fueled by the computer department at Stanford.
A very popular commercial was running a lot back then during Steeler and Pirates games. It was set in a beer distributor's warehouse with a good looking, macho, thick-necked working-type guy walking from the back of the warehouse to the front passing the piles of cartons of beer. The camera was tracking back with him as he walking down the aisle towards us talking.
He pointed to a pile of cases. "You see that beer? That's for weekends."
He moved forward, stopped at the next group of cases, pointed and said, "You see that beer? That's for impressing your friends."
And he starting walking again until he got to the section with the cases of Iron City. He stopped, picked a bottle up, opened it, held it in his hand, shoved it towards the camera for all to see, looked into the camera and said, "You see this one? This one is for drinkin'!"
And they cut as he started to raise the bottle to his mouth as the announcer told us about the splendors of Iron City Beer.
"Iron, the beer drinker's beer!"
That was Pittsburgh in a nutshell.
Like London, other European cities, and even San Francisco, after the church, the hub of social life and culture was the neighborhood saloon.
It was "Cheers." Someplace where you could always find a friend. That why Chris and I had our favorite booth in her neighborhood joint up on Squirrel Hill. The only beer on tap was Iron City, and there was always a large glass jar filled with peeled hardboiled eggs in water for a quarter. 25ยข for a hardboiled egg when you were hungry, or a ham and cheese sandwich on white for a bit more.
You didn't say, "I want a beer, or give me an Iron City. You said, "Give me an Iron."
And that's what we were sipping on the edge of the bed. An Iron.
We looked back at Nikki, tied up, spread eagled on the bed, her young firm tits still heaving, her now non-virgin pussy shaved bare and dripping from her juices and my gigantic orgasm, with her red hair splayed around her head on the sheet framing her young, post orgasmic face.
She looked incredible.
"I looked at Chris and said, "We have to get her a "morning after" pill tomorrow." She nodded yes. Thankfully, it was legal to do that in PA.
"I've got to pee. Will you watch her for me?" and Nikki plaintively said in a small voice. "I've got to pee too."
"Yes, of course you do," I said to her. I looked at Chris, "Well I guess it 's only fair, but she must stay cuffed. You might have to escort her in. Is that okay with you?
She thought, and nodded yes.
"Okay Nikki, you can go pee, but you are going to be cuffed, Chris will escort you, and if you try to run away there will be a consequence. Do you understand and agree?
She nodded yes.
I rolled over and sat on her chest. I couldn't resist and played with her tits for a bit. I also reached back down and fiddled her clit for a moment or two.
Well, maybe I dipped my cock into her mouth for a little while. Just for a little while.
I unlocked one arm and brought it to her chest then unlocked the other and cuffed her in the front.
"This way you can wipe yourself. You can thank me later.
I then took a rope on her leg, untied it from the bedpost, and tied it to her other one. I then untied her left leaving the rope tied to the post.
We reached over, helped to pull her up, and Chris escorted her to the bathroom and Nikki shuffled towards it with her tied ankles and maybe a rather sore pussy as I sat there finishing off my Iron.
They returned. "Do you feel better?" I asked Nikki. She nodded "I bet you do."
I patted the bed. "Time to come back over here for your next adventure."
I could tell that Nikki did not want to. I said in my most commanding voice, "Nikki, please don't make me ask again," and she begrudgingly moved over.
I patted the middle of the bed once again and told her to climb on. She did laying there scared and looking very young at that moment.
I sat back on top of her, took a handcuff off, looked down at her sweet face and said, "Roll over."
"What?"
"You heard me. Roll over," and I lifted off of her enough for her to roll over onto her tummy. I re-cuffed her to the bed and re-tied the ropes to the posts. Climbed off and looked at the small of her back, spread eagled, and writhing in distress on the bed.
My God, what a fine, tight ass and that tramp stamp as she rolled around nervously.
I looked at Chris, "Did you know she had that tramp stamp?"
She did.
My cock had recuperated and was starting to get hard again. I looked at Chris, and said, "I still have to pee, and I'm starting to get hard." I took Chris' small and beautiful hand and moved it to her sister's pussy.