Foreword: This is Part five of my "Young lust" series. It picks up where Part four left off, with Ashley and her girlfriend Anita ramping up the sexual hyjinks. If you haven't read the first four parts, no problem; this bawdy tale of erotic debauchery stands alone. Ashley and Anita have just this summer graduated from high School. And along with their diplomas they seemed to have received a license to explore their inner most sexual fantasies. So, Ashley has been getting it on with her step-brother Dave, her step-father Jeff, and most recently with her Mother Tawny. And all that's after having hooked-up with Anita for a wildly wicked bit of bisexual experimentation. Now in Part five, Anita seems determined to play a little catch up; but, of course, Ashley, as usual remains fixed, right smack in the thick of all things sexual! Enjoy...
Chapter five: Young lust, over the top
Ashley's breakfast appetizer
Seriously; sometimes I can be just so blonde! Yeah, and this dumb blonde was rudely awakened, and like startled into consciousness by the blaring sound of a pack of ferociously barking canines. And believe me practically pissing one's bed is no way to start the day; especially not a Sunday, and definitely not one arriving after a night that featured a few to many Jack and Cokes. Unfortunately, I'm the brain-dead blonde who hadn't turned her freaking cell phone off, and that would be before she had slipped off in to a coma like unconsciousness. OK, so the sun was up, big fucking deal! Well of course I wasn't about to be savaged by a pack of wildly barking dog; oh Hell no. It was just my girlfriend Anita's personal ringtone. And no, she doesn't have a clue. But oh God, just then barking bitches just seemed so perfectly appropriate. Yup, and it occurred to me that just maybe Anita was about to acquire ex-best friend status.
Grumbling and grunting, I rolled over, searching blindly for a certain cellphone whose life expectancy was plummeting precariously. My hand closed around it, and I snatched the damn thing off my nightstand. And somehow resisting the temptation to hurl it across the room, I snarled a groggy, "What the fuck?"
Sounding much to wide-awake, not to mention way, way to chipper, Anita actually asked, "Are you awake?"
I managed to growl menacingly, which the silly bitch apparently took for an affirmative response. I mean, as if! And if my freaking eyes had actually been open I would have rolled them. Instead I answered with a less than enthusiastic, but definitely sarcastic, "What's up...I mean besides my Brother's dick?"
I didn't know of course; but then, with Brother Dave, and I swear it's true, that big dick of his is almost always standing at attention. And believe me, I should know! And while that happy thought didn't precisely turn my growls in to purrs, it did send a sweet little tingle rippling through me. But then, Anita didn't know that. So she blathered away, informing me that her Dad was off playing Golf, and oh God what, was it that her Mom was off playing tennis? I mean, it's not as if I was actually paying any attention! Yeah, I was busy, visualizing myself naked, licking my lips and staring down in to Dave's eyes as I slowly sank down, letting his eight plus inches of gloriously hard cock sink deliciously deep in to me. So, maybe I did actually hear her ask, "So do you want to come over, you know we could lay out?" Maybe, but it sure didn't register!
Anyway, I'm pretty sure Anita had to repeat her annoying, "Earth to Ashley," and a couple of times too. Well who cares; not me, because I was like totally transfixed. Yeah and having been there and done that, my imagination sure didn't have any trouble conjuring up images, and in exquisite detail no less, of me straddling my Brother, as his hunk of thick, hot hard cock filled me. But, as I shivered, imagining the scrumptious sensations of being penetrated again and oh God again, and again, frustrated, and yeah horny, I sighed.
Resigned, I asked, "Yeah, yeah, I heard you already! So, well shit...I guess so! Hey, but that's going to be after breakfast, OK?"
"Oh sure," Anita chirped. "Gads, you can be such a grouch; seriously, take a pill and chill girl!"
Well before I could tell her just what to do with her pill, she said something that actually made sense. Seriously, I should have thought of it myself. And I'm sure she was only trying to be helpful when she suggested, "Don't know girlfriend, but it sort of sounds like maybe someone's in serious need of a good fuck...I mean, like no shit!" Uh-huh, but it sure came out sounding bitchy!
Thinking, so what, I agreed with an enthusiastic, "Ooh, really good idea girlfriend!" And then, with a "Gotta go," I disconnected.
Now I usually sleep au naturel...of course I do! And with last night a foggy and distant memory at best, well gosh; it beats me why I was wearing a pair of silky boxers. But I was. So, dismissing that bit of irrelevance; I slid a hand under the waistband, reaching for the slippery wet heat waiting between my accommodatingly parted thighs. So, and, even as my probing fingers parted the slick, satiny smoothness of my sex, I was imagining them closing around my Brother's cock. Feeling incredibly nasty, I arched my back, and wishing it was my Brother's hands doing it, I pushed those boxers half way down my thighs. Then, picturing his eyes popping open as I swooped in, lips parted to receive the big head of his cock, gasping; I drove two fingers in to my vagina. And so began a fantasy that should have started with the imagined thrill of his big cock's thoroughly engorged head pushing in to my freaking throat. Of course, as it had so often done that summer, my eager mouth would have quickly turned that jutting hunk of silkily smooth cock in to a slippery, irresistible pussy magnet. And that of course, would have left me sitting impaled on its hot, rigid, and oh god yes, pussy filling length. Nice picture, sure; but, right away I knew my fingers, talented and practiced as they are, just were not going to get the job done. And that was even before my Brother's face had dissolved, to be replaced by my Dad's. Well Ok that would have worked; except, right away I started to think about the last time I'd gone down on Daddy dearest. So, I started to giggle, maybe because that time there had been an accomplice. Uh-huh, and well, both of us had gotten Dad off! And that did it; I was detoured, definitely no longer on the road to an orgasm.
It was Anita's fault! What happened was that we spent the afternoon at the mall. Well, Anita was driving, and was all set to drop me off. Fine, except when she pulled in to the driveway at my place, guess who we almost ran over? Yeah, it was my Dad; and that wouldn't have mattered, except, over lunch I had spilled my guts. So first off, Anita had heard all about my wild afternoon spent entertaining Brother Dave and his hunky buddy Wayne. Wow, and hadn't they just totally taken this girl, and oh god, I do mean in every which way too! Anyway, and not that it matters, but she had already heard all about that sextravaganza. Uh-huh, only she hadn't heard about what went down after the guys abandoned me. So, I told her, and in graphic detail no less all about how, Naked and horny, well still horny actually, I had bumped in to my Dad. And of course Mom had shown up, and well, watching Anita's expression flip back and forth from dumbfounded to scandalized amazement, as I told her, and in detail no less about that encounter was almost as much fun as being there had been, Ok, make that sort of! Anyway, understandably skeptical, Anita had pretty much dared me, insisting that she wouldn't believe it until she'd seen it with her own eyes.
Seriously, that was almost funny; because, for practically the entire summer, Anita had been scamming and plotting, hoping for a chance to watch me in action. On my part anyway it was just a silly game, but it was driving Anita nuts. And I suppose that's why on those times we hooked-up and she strapped on her studded leather dildo harness, inevitably I would wind up on my knees, looking up as she looked down. Yeah, she got off on watching me fellate an inanimate, if realistic looking piece of penis shaped rubber. Not that any of that mattered; at least not after Anita spotted my Dad, bare chested and looking kind of hot actually, hosing down the driveway.
Anita purred a drawn-out, "Perfect," and right away I knew what she was thinking. So I waited, and sure enough she added a challenging, "Gosh girlfriend, that was a really good story and all; only, it's just a teensy-weensy bit hard to swallow!"
I didn't wait for it; nope, I butted in and asked, "So let me guess, you're thinking that maybe I should, what, put up or shut up?"
