I suppose that I'm your typical hazel-eyed person, because I'm promiscuous and I definite like to please, especially in bed. To me sex is something that should be enjoyed. No one should place an arbitrary limit on sexual partners. After all we each have our own unique needs and desires. But, we each have a duty to take care of ourselves, keep ourselves clean, respect ourselves and have all the sex we want in any manner that we want it.
I'm not making any excuse or justification for it. I also do not feel guilt or regret. Okay, so I'm a slut. Sue me, but I can't get enough sex. I can't help it being so horny. I was born this way.
And as for not having any morals, well okay you got me there. But how can I fulfill my needs and stick to a strict code that doesn't allow for the fulfillment of my needs? Huh? Can you answer me that? Didn't think so.
Let's take the snow day that we had last week for example. It wasn't my fault that Dustin left his door open. And was it my fault that I saw him pulling his little peter? No, definitely not. But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Well, I'll start at the beginning.
It had snowed all night so they had called off school before most of us had even gotten out of bed. My brother Dustin was a senior at the local high school and I was a freshman at the junior college.
So Dustin and I were all set for a nice Wednesday off.
Mom was so jealous because they never call off work around here, not even for a blizzard. So she and Dad were stuck going back to the grindstone while Dustin and I got to sleep in. I got up about quarter of ten, stumbled down to the kitchen and stuffed some shit in my face.
Hunger sated, I ambled back up stair to shower. Wearing nothing but a towel, I headed back to my room. Dustin's door was ajar and as I walked past I couldn't resist peeking in. When I saw Dustin, I know I shouldn't have but I asked, "So, is she good or what?"
You should have seen his face. He was so stone cold busted. His eyes were as big as saucers and his mouth wouldn't close.
I should have stopped, but I was still hot from the shower and I felt like playing. I noticed his cock was beginning to deflate, so I said, "What's the matter? Can't keep it up? Maybe this will help." I turned around and hoisted my towel up over my ass and wiggled it at him. Now what possible harm could that do? I hadn't shown him anything important and he could go on with his little jerk off. I didn't think anymore about it and went to my room to get dressed.
Now it's not my fault that he followed me, is it? I mean I'd just been trying to be helpful? I let him get his little cock back up so he could keep pulling on it. My part was done, right? Well, apparently not. Dustin started banging on my locked door almost as soon as I closed it. He kept shouting about staying out of his room and leaving him alone.
I yelled back, "You should close your door if you want to fuck himself."
That's when he crossed the line. He said, "You have a fat ass."
I don't know what possessed him to say that. I'm a knock out at five foot six inches tall and weighed a tight one hundred and twenty pounds. And according to half the boys at my junior college, I'm a true peach, with soft-as-satin skin, natural honey blonde shoulder-length hair, wide-apart pale indigo eyes. I have a firm 35-23-35 figure without an ounce of body fat which was amazing because other than sex I never exercised. My breasts are firm, my flat tummy is solid and I have beautiful shapely legs and an ass that wouldn't quit. Fat ass my Aunt's patutie ... half the girls in town would die for my ass.
Dustin kept making so much noise that I decided that I was going to fix his little red dickhead, but good. I slipped into the ribbed tank top shirt that I cut down so that my flat stomach showed. The one that I don't let Daddy know I have and wear only when I really need to get laid. Anyway, I also fished out a pair of 'daisy-duke' cutoffs that are so short and so tight that they could double as panties.
Since I was trapped in the house, I didn't bother with underwear, not that I wear panties very often anyway. You should have seen Bonehead's eyes when I opened the door, dressed in almost nothing.
All he had on were boxers and no one would call him a slut, would they? So just how are things fair at all, again? Can you tell me that one, huh?
I pushed past him making sure that he had a good look at the goodies and went downstairs and turn on the TV. There wasn't much of anything good on. I tried everything, even those stupid talk shows, but I wasn't interested in any of them. Finally I turned to the most likely other choice, naturally, the porno channel. Mom and dad had a block on it, but Dustin and I had figured out the access code years ago.
There was this really hot redhead getting her ass spanked by a blonde chick. Personally I love getting spanked. The mix of pain and pleasure is really hot. Speaking of hot, I was starting to wish I had that showerhead in my hand.
Then my boneheaded brother, Dustin came downstairs.
The slob didn't even look up. At least I don't think he did. But I know the pig went into the kitchen and got a bowl of cereal. I know this because he plunked down on the couch next to me and spilled it on my leg. I smacked him on the back of the head and got splashed again.