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Authors name: Gemini (legsah@aol.com)
Story title : Big Ben's Sister - Part 2
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Big Ben's Sister - Part 2 (Mf, voy, mast)
by Gemini (legsah@aol.com)
The continuation of Travis's naughty misadventures
involving his friend's 15-year-old sister.
I looked outside the closet to find Erica, in her black
and yellow softball uniform, glistening with sweat and
almost fainting onto her bed. She laid there for a
while, breathing hard, her little breasts heaving up
and down in a quiet motion. I was too scared to
breathe. Apparently she just got home from a game. She
must have gotten a ride from a friend or something, but
I was having too much fun getting myself off earlier to
notice.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered, taking off her baseball cap and
brushing her hair out of her eyes while the phone snug
tightly between her ear and right shoulder. "Hey Cathy,
thank your mom again for the ride. What? Yeah we kicked
their ass, didn't we? Yeah, we should celebrate! Ok.
What time? Yeah, that'll give me time to take a shower
and get rid of this funky smell." She giggled and
sounded very close to a chipmunk. "What? Your mom's
gonna let you drive her car? Oh, you are so lucky! I
can't wait to turn 16."
She went on a little bit with some more generic girly
B.S. talk, but I was too interested in getting out of
this very uncomfortable situation to listen. I slowly
reached down to pull up my jeans. This was quite
difficult seeing as I was 6'1 and her closet was about
the size of Andre the Giant's coffin. I tried not to
make too much noise, but at one point as I was bending
over, my bare ass rubbed against some dress of Erica's
and it came down with the wooden hanger crashing to the
floor.
I froze in horror and peeked out again to see if Erica
noticed. She giggled again at something Cathy said and
I was beyond relief. "Okay, well I'll see yeah in
twenty minutes, girl. I'm just gonna take a shower and
slip on that really hot dress I got yesterday." I
finally got my jeans up to my waste, and started to
buckle and zip when I heard her hang up the phone.
Good, I thought. As soon as she gets in the shower I
can get the fuck out of here. I started looking back at
what I did and feeling like a jerk and a weirdo. I
mean, jacking off with my friend's sister's panties?
What the hell is that? But as soon as I get out of
here, I swear I will never... ever...
The door swung open.
I was the first to scream, but it was a short, mild
scream because I was at least expecting something like
this to happen. Poor Erica, she never saw it coming.
She wailed something awful when she hopped back,
slipped, and fell on plump ass back onto her bed with
N'Sync sheets. Her eyes bulged out like, well, it's
hard to explain, but if you ever seen that movie "The
Fly", with Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, you can
imagine what it looked like. Her mouth was wide open
even after the shriek was over, her braces revealed
like some secret weapon inside her mouth ready to
detonate. After the noise was over there was a strange
silence and we both just stayed in our place, frozen in
a very strange moment. The next thing I could hear were
the moist panties falling onto the carpet in front of
me, making a soft splat sound.
"Travis!! Is that you?" Wow, she actually remembered
who I was.
"Hey Erica." I muttered trying to work a smile.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Erica saying the F-
word. This was new. But she was in a role that called
for extreme language. I could hear the shock and the
confusion and the creeping anger in her voice.
"Well..." I began, not sure how I was going to continue
that sentence. "Are those my panties?" She enquired
looking down at the checkered undies lying between us.
"Umm..." It was really hard to swallow. "Yeah, they
sure are."
"What the fuck are you doing with my panties?" She
screamed as she picked them up and then instantly
dropped them. "Ewww!!" Her face cringed. "They're wet."
She looked at me with very angry young female eyes.
"Why are they wet, Travis?"
I was screwed.
"Look Erica," I started, frantically thinking of how to
get through to a 15-year-old about my random sexual
urges without involving any courts. "I'm crazy about
you."
"What?!" She stood up and backed away. "Now, wait!
Listen!" I continued, with the best imitation of puppy
dog eyes I could muster, "I like you a lot. I mean,
REALLY like you. And I've felt this way for a while. In
fact, the reason I broke up with Clea was because of
you." Bullshit.
"Me? Really?" Her anger started to drift away from her
voice.
"Sure, I mean, I would just go on and on about how
pretty you were and fun and outgoing and energetic and
all these things, and Clea just got really jealous and
broke up with me. And you know I've been kinda down
ever since that happened."
"Yeah, you have been down."
"Well, I know this is hard to believe, but you're the
only one who makes me happy anymore. Every time I come
over here and hang with Ben, I always hope you're
around, so we could talk a little or whatever. I
mean... I think... I think I've fallen in love with
you."
"Oh, Travis." Erica smiled. "That is truly the sweetest
thing a guy has ever said to me." I smiled back with
relief. Relieved that she was falling for this crap and
I was halfway out of the doghouse. "But you know,"
Erica continued, her smile melting away. "That still
doesn't explain why my panties are wet." My smile went
away, too and I didn't know what to say. "And they
smell funny, too." Her mouth was in full angry-frown
mode now and her eyes grew darker and darker. "I can
fucking smell it from here!"
"Well, Erica." I tried to sound innocent, but could
tell I was failing miserably. "You know how guys get
with the girls they like. They get kind of horny.. you
know?"
"They certainly do, don't they?" Her voice was so
stern, I wasn't too sure if she was actually agreeing
with me.
"Well I was in your room and I got really horny, you
know? I mean I tried to control myself, but I just like
you so much. And I went through your underwear drawer
and got a pair of panties and... I...umm..I..."
"Jesus.." Erica rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Let me take a wild guess. You jerked off with them,
didn't you."
"I couldn't help myself, Erica. Really!" I was down to
my knees, almost begging for forgiveness. Then, I felt
her hand smack me across the face and sending me down
to the floor to kiss the carpet. I was dizzy and
shaken, partly from the force of the slap, but also in
amazement that this little girl could hit so hard. The
burn sizzled on my cheek and I could feel every pore
vibrating to generate a painful buzz.
"So Travis, you want a piece of me!" Erica ranted and I
felt her take me by the collar and pull me up to her
face. She stared me down like a big, mean prisoner
would to his helpless cellmate when claiming his
'bitch'. I was undoubtedly in trouble. "You wanna fuck
me, Travis? Huh? You wanna spray your gunk all over my
freshly cleaned underwear?!! Huh, you fucking pervert!"
She slammed me back to my place in the floor and my
skull could feel the hard wood flooring under the
carpet this time.
"You wanna hide in my closet and wait for me to get
home so you could watch me undress, asshole?" I tried
to yell NO or at least PLEASE, STOP but she kicked the
air out of my stomach and I instantly curled into a
fetal position, cowering under her as she went on
ranting over me.
"I actually thought you were cute, Travis. At one time
I thought you were a pretty cool guy. But now I see
that you're just a pathetic, horny little toad." She
rolled me over on my back and I was just about to catch
my breath back when she threw herself on my stomach.
She clenched my sides with her knees and held my head
back by gripping my neck. "You think I'm pretty toad?"
I could only gag, but my terrified expression gave her
the answer she needed and she smiled in sinister
delight. "Why won't you croak for me, Travis the Toad.
C'mon, froggie!! Say Ribbit! Lemme hear it! Ribbit! R-
R-Ribbit!" I reached for her arm to give me some air,
but she punched me square in the face. Hard! I could
feel the imprint of that big, brass ring she wore on
her right hand. My eyes rolled back in my head and I
felt myself floating off to La-La-Land when Erica
started to smack my face back to consciousness.
"Ribbit," she continued. "What's the matter, Travis. I
thought you wanted me, baby. I thought you would do
anything to get me. You don't want me anymore or
something."
I started to cry now and as my tears rinsed down my
cheeks, I felt a little blood drizzle out of my left
nostril. "Do you want me anymore, Travis baby? Don't
you want to see my thing??"
"...no..." I muttered out. My voice just barely got
through the grip she had at my throat. "No? That's too
bad." I truly thought she was going to stop then. "Cuz
I wanna see your thing! Yeah! Let me see your dick,
c'mon..." She hopped off my belly and quickly spun
around to sit on my face. Her firm, but cushy butt
smothered my beaten face. I screamed into her
buttcheeks and Erica started to wiggle it. "Ooooh that
feels good, Travis baby!" She mocked. I could hardly
breathe. Her ass smelled of sweat from the softball
game, but still had that beautiful scent girls have the
power to maintain even when wallowing in a pile of cow
manure.
I lifted up my arms to push Erica off, which wasn't too
successful since I couldn't see the light of day. She
pushed both of my arms down with her feet, making some
of her ass slide off my face and her crotch touch my
lower lip and chin. This position was kind of nice in
hindsight, but I still could not breathe very well. I
then started to lift up my knees, but immediately
stopped after getting slugged in the stomach.
"Next time you try that and I'm going to flatten your
balls with my fist. Hear me?" I actually answered back
"Yes, ma'am" but it was too muffled under her ass to
comprehend. I laid there, with my face squooshed and
trying to breathe in as much air as I could. Her hands
lifted up my shirt and I could feel her fingers rubbing
my stomach, moving them down to my waist. "You
shouldn't worry so much, toad. I'm sure that I'm not
the first girl to see your little dick." She slipped
one hand under the waistline of my jeans and my pubic
hairs stood up straight when they came into contact
with her little hand. My cock jumped up and Erica
quickly pulled her hand back out, hesitantly giggling
to herself.
I felt her unzip my pants, and my cock began to stiffen
in anticipation even though, at the same time, I was
scared out of my mind what this girl would do next. She
pulled my jeans down and left my boxers to cover the
goods as I, slowly and uncontrollably, started to raise
up the tepee again. It grew out of the fly of my boxers
and Erica sat there on my face not saying or doing
anything, which was good, I supposed. After a moment of
silence, Erica started to speak again, in a fake-giggly
voice, "Ah-ha!!! Look at Travis's little penis!" She
smacked my testicles and my knees went straight up in
reflex agony. That was the last straw.
I opened my mouth wide, under Erica's dominating rear
end, and bit hard over her polyester jock pants, to
make sure I got enough piece of ass to inflict pain.
She sprung up immediately in an excited yelp of pain
and I swung her aside, knocking her against the wall,
and she fell on her back at the foot of her bed. I
saddled on top of her chest. My cock, peeking out of my
boxers laid between her small, comfy tits, which were
pressed tightly under her uniform. My knees pinned her
arms to the ground and I took her by the collar.
"Look, you psycho bitch!" I growled like the tired and
restless animal I was, "I've had enough of your shit!
What the fuck is your problem?!!" I shook her a little
bit and her head swung back and forth, hitting the
carpet behind her. I stopped and looked into her eyes
as they smiled back at me. I just sat there, in
silence, feeling her breasts heave under my aching
balls. A soft and pleasurable sensation that put life
back into my shrinking cock.
The her lips stretched into an evil grin. "I was
waiting for you to start fighting back," she said,
licking her lips in a most sensuous manner. She stopped
licking her lips and laughed at my still angry face.
"What are you waiting for Travis baby?"
"What?" I whispered, my face revealing full confusion.
"Kiss me." Erica said.
I lifted my knees of her arms, almost expecting her to
punch or slap me again. But, instead, she started to
pull my jeans down even more and massaged my bare legs.
"Kiss me, froggie." She repeated. I scooted off her
boobs and slid down to her hips, slowly lowering my
face down to hers. I was still hesitant because I
expected her to start beating the shit out of me again
as soon as my guard was completely down.
She just smiled like a beauty and batted her eyes as
she puckered up. I opened up her mouth with my lips and
slid my tongue in. She sucked on it with her mouth and
smiled again when she kissed me back. I took her tongue
in my mouth and gently played with it until she took it
out. We unlocked and looked at each other for a moment.
Her eyes were bright and cheerful. Mine were confused.
"Still want to see my thing?" She whispered.
"Yes. Yes I do."
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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