Sex-Storytime

My world was in chaos. My mind in termoil. I was walking home from Uni, my head in the clouds, thinking about her… with him. Both of them together, when she should have been with me. The depths I had let myself sink to. The things I had done in the name of love and in ways that I shouldn’t. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. It was almost an obsession, something that was out of my control. From top to bottom, I adored her. She was a slim nineteen year old woman, but perfectly formed. Like a precious sapphire. A jewel that I wanted to have all for myself. But I wasn’t going to be that lucky.

When she moved into the house next door to my parents with her beautiful Mom, over protective Dad and twin younger sisters, I immediately noticed her. She was nineteen years old, and no, I didn’t just notice her, I thought about her all the time. Her name was Ellen, my Eleanor, and I was in love with her!

So why was she so special? Because to me, she was perfect. Her small pear shaped mounds were a thing of beauty, and if I could, I would stare at her tities all day. However, that would be silly. There was more of her to admire than just her tits. Her waist was narrow, and I liked that, but not as much as I liked her peachy bottom. If that was to sit on my face then I would be in heaven. It wasn’t just her body that was special, her face might even have been her best feature. She had large shimmering blue eyes that I would get lost in, and plump lips that were made for kissing. If that was not enough to convince you that you should adore her, then you you have never seen her dazzling smile, it made my heart race, and blood flow into my penis.

So I found my sexy next door neighbour attractive, but wasn’t that just lust rather than love? It would be, if that was all that I liked about her. Her innocence made me smile, and her slender neck fascinated me. She had fifteen freckles on her face. I knew that because I had counted them many times. Some say they are imperfections, but to me, they just added to her beauty. Eleanor dyed her hair. She may have originally been a redhead, like her sisters, or a golden blonde like her mother, but she had hidden that long ago. Her luscious hair was long and platinum blonde. My first crush was a girl called Lauren on my school bus and she had the most wonderful long blonde hair. She had worn her hair in a braid ever since the first time I saw her and when she loosened it it was long and dead straight all the way past her shoulders. 

We seemed to be on a collision course from the first time I had caught a glimpse of her sunbathing in her garden. I wanted to spend more and more time with her and soon enough I was trying to get lucky. Fortunately for me all she seemed to want was naked cuddles in my bed to steal my warmth. That wasn’t the only thing she took from me. As our relationship became increasingly sexual she demanded unprotected sex. She had no fear of the consequences even though I was terrified of becoming a Daddy at eighteen. She insisted our sex was bareback and so I ended up willingly giving her my seed… regularly… because I had fallen in love with her. And if all that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is! We went to University together, moved in together, did everything… together. But, as besotted as I was with her, she was never in love with me. I thought she was, I convinced myself she was… but yesterday I spied on her. In our apartment. Making love to her not so ex-boyfriend in our bed. 

I had wanted Ellen from the time her family first moved in next door. But she wanted him. Her black lover. His name was Jerome and he was a nice enough man, probably half a dozen years older than us, already established in a career, confident and charming. We didn’t even talk about it after he left. It was just accepted that he was going to be part of her life now that she had moved out and away from her over protective father. The only thing I could hold onto, that was mine, was the fact that she insisted on condoms with him… but it still broke my heart to see them together… sharing an intimacy that I thought she only wanted with me. After they had left, I retrieved his spent rubber from the trash and jerked myself off into it, recording my debauchery for her amusement, but would never show her the video of just how broken I had become.

So I wasn’t surprised when she arrived home from Uni later that day with Jerome in tow as if nothing had happened. We shared pleasantries, watched the TV and as the sitcom finished, Jessica stood up and said to me; “We’ve brought some work home with us for a project that’s due tomorrow, we’re going to work on it here.” She bent down and kissed me then walked out of the lounge with Jerome following her. I heard them cross the hall and then enter our bedroom. Wow, I thought, sarcastically. What work do they mean? They had no bags, folders of briefcases with them, and she certainly wasn’t carrying anything under that dress! I knew exactly what Jerome was going to work on.

The lounge was at the other end of the apartment, and with the tv going I couldn’t hear them talking. I sat dumbly staring at the tv screen, not seeing a thing for perhaps ten minutes before my curiosity forced me out of the chair. Leaving the tv on, I softly walked towards the bedroom. The hallway light was off, but the bedroom light on and the door slightly ajar. I stood close by, but the door opened towards a wall and there was no way I could see anything, and if I tried to push the door open wider they would have seen immediately. And although it was at ground level, I’d drawn the curtains when I was making the bed earlier. I could hear the bed creaking though, and no voices. I stood immobile and just listened. She moaned. Softly and quietly. I could hear it plainly.

I imagined him lying next to her, the dress already on the floor, caressing her breasts and thighs, stroking her naked pubic mound. A rustle of clothing, then a heavy creak. That must be him removing his clothing and getting into bed. Into bed with MY girlfriend. Even now, a voice in my head was shouting “DO something! He’s about to fuck your girl!” but I could do nothing. I didn’t want to. I was entirely passive, a bystander in this arrangement. If my views had been considered then they had been cast aside as if worthless, and worthless was how I felt right then. Worthless and helpless. Standing outside the bedroom door while some other man plows the woman I’m in love with. In our bed. My bed. My apartment. My life was over.

I heard her sigh – that sigh she used to make when I entered her. Only now it was for him. The creaking increased, developing a rhythm. She was moaning almost constantly now, with the odd “Oh, Jerome…” clearly audible around the door. I realised I had my fly undone and was stroking my rock-hard penis in time with them. Her voice became louder until I heard him for the first time. “Shh…!” he said, clearly worried I would hear them from my supposed location in the lounge. She ignored him, getting even louder. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” She knew me, she knew I wouldn’t disturb them. A knot formed in my stomach as the full weight of what was happening slammed home. She could do what she liked, as if she was free and single, and I wouldn’t do a damned thing. In fact I’d help her by providing the appearance of a happy flatmate… because I didn’t have a choice.

A scream of passion pierced the apartment as Ellen came. There was no way I wouldn’t have heard that in the lounge – I could have heard it clear across the street! Jerome was grunting now too, and then a “Aaahhh!” of release as he joined her in ogasmic bliss. I also ejaculated, spraying the door, but silently for they also had stopped making noise. They must be lying there together now, still joined but him softening inside her, enjoying the afterglow of their sex.

I retreated to the lounge and took my place back on the sofa. Soon, I could see the hall light come on and Jerome appeared in the doorway. He was dressed, poorly, and his tie was dangling out of his pocket. He had lipstick smudged across his mouth. He smiled and said, “I’m off now, nice meeting you”. I said “Bye, you too” and he stayed in the doorway a second longer, as if he wanted to say something else but was fighting an internal struggle. Finally he overcame it and softly asked, “Are you really OK with me being here?” I nodded yes and he widened his eyes and said, “Shit…”, then turning, collecting his shoes in the hall and leaving. I heard his car start up and back slowly out into the street, then the lights flashed across the window and he was gone.

No sound from Ellen, but I turned off the tv and walked around the house making sure the door was locked and lights were off before going into the bedroom. The lights were still on and she was lying back on the bed, propped up by the pillows, completely naked, watching me. Was this a test? Did she expect me to explode in anger and spite? I couldn’t do that, so I walked past and said conversationally, “Jerome seems nice. Did you get your work done ok?”

That actually shocked her – I could see it in her eyes. I wondered if she thought that I didn’t care if she screwed somebody in our bed, but the truth was very different. I cared very deeply, and that depth of my love meant I wanted the best for her. Clearly I hadn’t been able to provide it myself. She looked beautiful lying there. Hair askew, a post-coital blush on her pink skin, softening the contrast between her pink areola and the creamy skin of her breasts. Further down, her legs were slightly apart and I could clearly see her labia were enlarged and a soft rose colour. They were also slick with her juices and took a sideways glance at the trash can, seeing the translucent rubber hanging from the edge, a glimpse of whiteness at the tip showed me Jerome had worn a condom again.

“You look lovely,” I said as I undressed myself for bed, “do you need anything?” I asked  as if it was the most natural thing in the world and nothing to do with sex, perversions or unfaithfulness. She shook her head, still not having said a word.

“Ok,” I said meekly and slipped between the covers and turned the light off. We lay there together, a foot apart, for ten minutes, then I guess she got cold as she pulled the covers over her naked body and turned so her back was towards me.

She said something that I couldn’t hear. “Sorry?” I asked.

“Hold me,” she said, a little louder, “I’m cold.”

She was always cold. I turned onto my side and slid so I was lying up close to her, and spooned. One arm over her waist, just below her breasts. She was stiff, so I asked “What’s the matter, are you ok?” She relaxed then and murmured, “Yes, if you are.” 

“I’m fine,” I answered, and snuggled in closer.

Her warmth and softness soon had my erection returning and we were positioned so that it raised up between her legs. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her drooling pussy as it touched her there. I lay still, savouring the knowledge that the last of the seed from my frustrated wank outside the door was being painted upon her swollen labia. Finally I could bear it no longer and gave the tiniest of thrusts. The head of my dick slipped perhaps half an inch inside her folds, but she straightened up and with a firm “No, not tonight,” pushed me back over onto my side. 

“Ah well,” I mused to myself, “At least I didn’t get the wet spot”. And, with that thought I slipped into oblivion remarkably quickly for such a momentous day.

I woke up before dawn and headed to the bathroom. I stood taking care of business and looking in the mirror, I glimpsed the reflection of Ellen’s clothes hamper. I quickly finished and walked over to the hamper. I opened it nervously. Inside of course were the clothes from that evening. I reached in and found her panties.

They were a pair of black, lacy “boy shorts”. My hands were literally shaking as I pulled them out. I opened them so I could see inside. There it was. A very damp, milky looking area right in the crotch. I was heart sick. I lifted them to take a closer look and, I still don’t know what came over me, moved the crotch to my nose. I inhaled deeply and could smell Eleanor’s pussy. That wasn’t all. Mixed with her scent was the unmistakable muskiness of my sperm! I’ve stroked enough to recognise the scent of my seed. I inhaled again. The scents blended and my world was spinning. But something else too. I had a raging hard-on! She had saved my seed for her, not his. She leaked my sperm into her panties as she spent the day… with him.

Where did this leave me? I quickly went to sit on the toilet and began jacking off. I turned the panties right side out so that I could lay the clean side of the crotch over my nose as I stroked. My fist pumped violently up and down my shaft. In my head, I could see his black cock gliding effortlessly in and out of her slick pussy. Her labia clinging tightly to it. I exploded. My cum shot at least four feet to the middle of the bathroom floor. Several jets followed the first. The intensity of my orgasm, along with the quantity of my cum amazed me. I headed into the living room and tried to fall asleep on the couch… but the sounds of their orgasms echoed through my mind.

Eleanor woke me when she brushed past me the next morning. I told her I’d fallen asleep on the sofa so as not to wake her. “Look at that,” she said, pointing to my erection. I was rock hard. I reached out and rubbed her pussy through her pajamas. She purred, but said “Do you think you’re going to get lucky? You won’t, I don’t have the time”. She reached over, squeezed my hardness, then went to the bedroom and got ready for her day. As she left, she told me she would have another late night.

I spent the rest of the day wondering who the fuck this black dude was? Who is this guy fucking Eleanor, kissing her, sucking her tits, while I’m having to jack off to their fornication sessions? Eleanor was ignoring me for her black lover. Her father knew about him, he had warned me he would be trouble but had never gone into any details. As I tried to concentrate upon my studies I found myself spiraling down into depression. I was madly in love with the blonde nymphomaniac. How could she not see that? How could she torment me so? I headed back to the apartment, made a light meal and let myself slump into my misery. The hours ticked by and I decided not to wait up for her and head to bed. Our relationship was just a convenience for her, and casual sex, but to me… it was everything. 

It was two in the morning when I heard the front door. I heard their voices, murmerings, trying to keep from waking me. They headed back to the spare bedroom of course and heard the rustling of discarded clothes, followed by the creak of the small bed as they slipped beneath the sheets together. Lying back down into our bed I tried to collect my thoughts and process what was going on. It was hard for me to be mad at her. My thoughts were rudely broken when I heard a rhythmic squeaking of springs along with a gentle thumping against the wall as the headboard banged out their tempo. I could clearly pick out the voice of Ellen coming from the same direction, moaning loudly. Jerome was for a second time today was fucking Eleanor. Turning to face the clock it was near three in the morning. I just lay there listening to the lover copulate. I must have come in towards the end since it only continued between two to three minutes before he came. Jerome let out a deep moan for a couple of seconds and then everything was quiet. I lay there seething in my misery, vowing to spend the weekend back home with my parents. My quest for independence, living with the woman I loved, had ended in abject failure and after just one week… I headed home with my tail between my legs.

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My Mom knew immediately that something was wrong. She spoke in hushed tones with my father but never asked why I needed to sleep back in my own bed after just a handful of days living with my neighbours eldest daughter. They were happy to see me and decided to just give me the space, which I greatly appreciated. It felt really good to be back home, seeing my family and friends again and forgetting about Ellen and her boyfriend.

The next day was a Friday and, after spending the day in lectures, I headed back to my parents home to enjoy the weekend. Ellen didn’t even message me until the early evening, wondering where I had got to. I made up some story about needing to be back home to help my Dad with something while I figured out how I was going to handle things. After a few hours I knew I needed to get out of the house. I felt like I was suffocating. A Friday night in the Autumn, and spending it bar-hopping didn’t appeal to me. I wanted quiet, and that’s what I got, a good book in a comfortable chair and no one to bother me. But my thoughts constantly drifted back to Ellen… and then Jerome. It was driving me insane! By nine o’clock I got a rather pointed craving for mint chocolate chip ice cream. I couldn’t shake it, I just had to have some and my need to escape my self imposed prison, headed out in my car.

Ten minutes later I was in the supermarket, stomping down the frozen food aisle. The glass door to the freezer was open, another snacker rooting around for a quart of creamy goodness. The glass so fogged I couldn’t see who it was, and I tapped my foot, waiting patiently for my turn. Did this girl not realise my dire need! The door slowly swung shut, and it was like the curtain lifting as the actors take the stage. She looked up, saw me staring, and she smiled at me, a sweet, serene smile, and all thoughts of ice cream fled my mind. I recognised her… it was Ellen.

“Hey there, I knew it wouldn’t last but none of us guessed you’d be back so soon,” she giggled. I looked at her like a crazy man, dumbfounded. This wasn’t Eleanor at all… she was a redhead for starters! Not just any redhead, she had long, wavy, gorgeous, red hair that made me want to admire it like a work of art.

“I’m Jessica… Ellen’s sister?” she smiled as realisation sank in, “…From next door?”

That’s when it hit me, “Yes! Jessica! Of course. I don’t think we’ve ever properly met.”

“We haven’t. My big sister was quite possessive of your time. We saw you come home yesterday…”

She was wearing old jeans and a gray sweatshirt but she was also the most beautiful redhead I had ever seen. She was tall and very thin, and her skin was flawless as porcelain. Her eyes were a sparkling, swirling green. She looked like a china doll. But she looked me straight in the eye and her frank smile told me that she was no doll. She was definitely all girl.

“I guess I’m not the only one with a sweet-tooth,” she said in a flute-like voice, holding up two pints of butter pecan.

I said “Uh, errr, uh-huh.” She was so beautiful I actually gaped at her until she asked me what flavour I was looking for. “It doesn’t matter,” I said, awestruck by her beauty and Jessica just laughed… Ellen’s laugh. We chatted for a few minutes, as she pried into why I had returned home for the weekend. I tried to be tactful but her questions were direct.

“It’s Jerome isn’t it?” She asked with a sad but knowing expression. I nodded. “Dad will kill him if he finds out. Mom won’t be happy that you’ve been forced out just so she can be with him! I’m so sorry.”

“He’s ok actually… but yeah, it’s just kinda…”

“Awkward?”

“Yeah.” I said dejectedly.

“I truly am sorry. I know how you feel about her.”

“You do?”

“Of course! We saw the way you looked at her when no one was looking. We hoped… she was falling for you too, she spent so much time with you. We hoped you might be good for her…”

“Oh.” 

“Ellen always gets what she wants,” I could hear a bitterness in her little sister’s voice, “I am sorry she used you.” I sighed and smiled at the cute redhead and she smiled back. Eventually we made our way to the checkout and bought our goodies. Her car was parked on one side of the lot, my car the other. “I know this sounds crazy, I don’t usually get involved in my sister’s business… but, while you’re home, would you like to come out for a run with me sometime? Or coffee? Or ice cream? Or…”

“I’d love to!” I replied far too quickly.

Her smile was utterly guileless, she showed every one of her pearly, perfect teeth. Every time she smiled these tiny crinkles formed around her emerald green eyes, and that just totaled me. She gave me butterflies. It was one of those rare perfect moments in your life that you know you’ll treasure forever. Perfect.

“Good,” the seventeen year old said, “You seemed so sad and I know it’s my sister’s fault.” 

“No… it’s not Eleanor’s fault. It’s mine.” I looked dow, “I just thought she-”

“Let’s make a pact not to talk about Ellen,” Jessica interrupted, reaching up to me and tenderly touching my cheek, bringing my eyes back to hers, “She’s caused enough trouble for my family. I won’t let her hurt you.”

“Deal.” I held out my hand.

“Deal!” Her cool fingers nested in my palm and we shook hands. We exchanged phone numbers and said shy goodnights, and I got in my car and sat there a long time, pressing the hand that Jessica touched against my face. For the first time that weekend, Ellen wasn’t in my thoughts.

I went home to my parent’s house and bounced off the walls for an hour. I had to tell someone what had happened. My Mom noticed the change and smiled. “Ice cream is a time and tested cure for a broken heart.”

My Dad chipped in as he emerged from the kitchen, “Put together with cookies and you’ll achieve total happiness.” He offered us both a Belgian cookie from his not so secret stash, “What’s her name?”

“Jessica.”

“Jessica, from next door?” My Mom looked at my Dad and they both laughed.

“Hey, I just met her for the first time! She might be the most amazing, incredible, wonderful girl in the world!” I said with sarcasm, hamming it up as my parents rolled their eyes and smirked because it turned out I was only half right.

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I called Jessica Saturday morning, she was free, we made a date. The whole day I was like a kid whose parents have said they were going to Disney World… tomorrow. Overexcited. Bouncing off the walls. I ignored Ellen’s calls when they announced themselves and I replied simply to her text messages – I was spending the weekend at home and she could have the apartment to herself. You know how, when you ask a girl out, a girl you just met, you don’t really have a firm grasp of how she looks? I mean, you thought she was attractive enough to risk asking her out, but when you close your eyes and try to picture her she’s still fuzzy around the lines. It was the same with Jessica. I knew she was beautiful and when I daydreamed about her, I imagined kissing her and wondering how different she would be. I tried to remember the details but I couldn’t quite get her into focus.

That was why, when I rang the doorbell of her house, I was rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see her. And when the door opened, and there she was, wearing jeans again and her bright red hair up in that ponytail, I sighed like a lovesick calf. She looked so much like her big sister. They were both about the same height, around five foot six or so, however, Ellen was a blonde, with shoulder length hair, while Jessica was ginger and very slim with only a slight indication of breasts. Eleanor, being almost three years older, had more of a figure and so had a bit more shape to her. Jessica more than made up for having not much ‘up top’ with her long slim legs, most of which were showing from under her small skirt. I was besotted with Ellen, but Jessica was so similar to her younger sister that I felt a familiar reaction. They were both pale skinned and with a light dusting of freckles and totally gorgeous. Jessica was going to be a much needed and welcome distraction.

“Hi, Jessica.”

She let me have that megawatt smile, the corners of her eyes crinkled the way they had the night before, her perfect teeth shone like tiny white stones. “I’m not Jessica,” she giggled. 

For a second my brain didn’t work. She wasn’t Jessica? It didn’t compute. Jessica had red hair, her twin didn’t. For a nauseous second I thought this was some cruel way to give me the brush off. “I’m Rachel,” she said. “Jessica’s sister.”

“Sister…” the voice in my head sounded like Darth Vader when he reads Luke’s mind and learns the truth about Princess Leia. “Um, uh, I…”

“I guess she didn’t tell you I am reverting back to my real hair colour?”

“No.”

She giggled musically. “Didn’t mean to scare you like that. Come on in.”

Looking closely I could probably just tell Rachel still had a dark brown tinge to her auburn locks. So the twins were redheads… and I suspected Ellen was too, her pubic hair was strawberry blonde. But this was Jessica’s identical twin, Rachel, and other than the slight difference in hair she sounded, acted and looked like her sister. I followed Rachel up the stairs. I was rattled. I fell in love with Eleanor the second I saw her. I felt the exact same blissful rush when I saw Jessica. Was I insane? When Rachel turned and asked me to have a seat, and my stomach did flip-flops, I knew I was in trouble.

“How was your ice cream?” I asked.

“Exactly what I wanted! We were watching a movie and Jessica looked at me and we both said, ‘Butter pecan’ at the same time. She lost the coin toss to see who had to go to the grocery store.”

A coin toss. If it had come up heads instead of tails, I would’ve asked out Rachel the night before. I’d be talking to Jessica right now. What if they’d gone together? Could I have picked one over the other? I felt guilty even thinking that. They were two individuals, two different people who happened to look a lot alike. I looked at Rachel and decided that I was mature enough to consider her the sister of a girl I was becoming crazy about. I was mentally patting myself on the back when I heard a soft voice behind me said, “Hi.”

That’s when the prettiest girl in the world stood in the doorway. Her hair fell in coppery waves to her shoulders, her green eyes shone like stars, and she took my breath away. I stood on shaky legs. “Jessica, wow! You look… good.”

She smiled. Her smile was exactly the same as her sister’s, down to the wrinkles around her eyes. I looked at Jessica, then Rachel, then back to Jessica.

“I probably should have warned you,” Jessica said with a familiar giggle.

Of course identical twins look alike, that’s the whole point. But even with twins there are subtle differences, here and there, that make two unique faces out of one. Jessica and Rachel, as far as I could tell, were perfectly identical. This was only the second time I had really spent any time with Jessica, and the first time I had seen Jessica and her twin together since they had moved in, but the effect was eerie. It was like they could teleport across the room, I looked this way and she was sitting in the living room, I looked that way and she was standing in the doorway.

“Warned me about what?” I asked. They both laughed, and it was downright creepy, they laughed EXACTLY alike, their faces took on the same expression. But what lovely faces.

Jessica and I went out for dinner, then we took a long walk through a local park, talking for hours. The conversation eventually turned to Eleanor as she pressed for the details of our relationship. She made comments like, “You’re so great for her, so better than Jerome. I think he was her first real boyfriend,” Sensing that I was becoming uncomfortable, she smiled and added, “Can you keep a secret?”

Caught off guard, I answered “Yes,” and led the way to a park bench. 

She took a seat next to me and almost whispered, “Promise me you’ll never say anything to Ellen. She would just die of embarrassment if she knew I told you this.”

My body tensed at the mention of Ellen’s name, “Oh sure,” I replied, “I promise.”

“Ok, here goes. She thinks you’re the one.” Jessica said. “She couldn’t stop talking about you. You make her feel all warm inside. She was already talking about marriage and kids.”

Marriage? Children? Did Ellen really think I was that special to her? That would explain her strange desire to have unprotected sex with me. She wanted to get pregnant! I felt a cold chill descend down my spine. I was not ready to be a father… but at least Jerome wasn’t held in such high regard. Jessica could see the confusion play across my face and smiled. I struggled with my feelings and in the presence of Eleanor’s redheaded little sister, I couldn’t shake her words from my mind. But she smiled as if she was reading my thoughts. 

“Do you think I’m attractive?” she said, looking directly at me with those green eyes, a slight flush creeping up her neck.

“You’re beautiful. Just like your sister,”

“Which one!” She fired back instantly and we fell about laughing. 

“You’re younger than me… I’m with Ellen, but-“

“You mean you don’t find as attractive as Ellen?” she butted in.

“No, emm… I mean yes,” I felt I was digging a hole for myself, “what I meant was,” I paused to try to get the next bit right, “that anyone would be thrilled to spend time with you. Including me. I’m here with you now. You’re stunning, Jessica.”

Her fair skin was blushing deep red now, highlighting her freckles, “I am only a year younger than you. Do you think if you met me first that things… might have been different?”

“I don’t know Jessica, perhaps. You’re a year younger. Ellen is a year older. You’re just finishing with high school… We never seemed to exist in the same circles. You had your school friends after you moved in. Ellen and I, we just had each other.” 

“You literally ‘had’ her,” she joked.

“I suppose so,” I chuckled, “It took months of sneaking around. I never really bumped into you or your twin since you moved in! Can I ask you… what made you decide to come out with me?” I asked tentatively, “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I’m just curious,” I added, wondering if I was just becoming another pawn in some greater game.

She didn’t reply immediately, and I thought that perhaps I should change the subject and talk about something else. I was just about to ask her a more general question, but we both started to talk at the same time, so I stopped and asked her to go first.

“You won’t be annoyed if I tell you?” she said, looking down into her tea mug.

“We’re friends I hope, so I am sure you won’t annoy me whatever you want to say,” I replied, softly.

She took a few breaths, “This is a bit embarrassing, but when you and my sister stay up late, my bedroom is directly across from yours and sometimes you make a bit of noise and I can hear you.”

“Hear us?” I said, getting a bit embarrassed myself now.

“Yeah, you know, doing things.”

“Oh,” I said, “I am sorry, I had no idea, we did try to be incredibly quiet. We didn’t want to wake my parents!”

“It just sounded as though you were both enjoying it?”

“Well yes I suppose we do.”

“So, I sort of wondered what it would be like, if you see what I mean.”

“You’ve never, you know, done anything then?” I asked, not knowing if she would discuss it.

“Not much, no, I have not had much time for boyfriends with all the schoolwork, and anyway the boys of my age just want to boast to their friends about how far they have got with a girl, and I didn’t want to be a school statistic. But now I’ve left school and things can be different,” she smiled sadly.

“No, I can understand that.”

There was silence again, but I had the feeling the conversation wasn’t quite over.

“Can I ask you something else,” she said, “sort of personal?”

“You can always ask,” I replied, “but it depends on how personal it is as to whether I will give you an answer.”

“Yeah, that’s fair enough.”

“So, what was it?” I asked hesitantly, not knowing where this might be going.

“It’s just, I’m not sure how to say it,” she started a bit reticent, so I didn’t know what was coming.

“Just say what’s on your mind Jessica,” I encouraged her.

“Ok, well, I was just sort of curious if you and my sister had done it all, you know, different positions and stuff?”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to discuss this with Jessica, but it was kind of sexy for her to be asking such an intimate question.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I should be talking about it with you, I doubt Ellen would approve.” I said.

“She won’t know unless you tell her, I certainly won’t.” she replied quickly, her face still red.

I wasn’t sure why she wanted to know, I could always just pretend we hadn’t, but I thought that it wasn’t that much of a big deal if she knew, as long as she didn’t tell her sister we had been having this conversation.

“You promise to keep this just to yourself?” I asked.

“Of course, it’s just between you and me.”

“Then yes we have.” I said, finally answering her question.

“How many times have you finished inside her?”

“Oh just a few.”

“Wow,” she said, “where did you do it?”

“Do you need to know that?” I asked.

“I suppose not, but, was it like ever here, or in your house?” she persisted.

“A few times,” I replied, giving in, “then when we moved into our own place.”

“You moved in last week! Have you been at it like rabbits all week?”

“No… just the once, then Jerome came over. I was… not wanted. I was just in the way,” I added, thinking that would maybe stop the questions.

“Really,” she said, touching the cushion and opening her eyes a bit wider, “Dad is going to kill her if he finds out. If she’s dumped you for him she’s gone insane. That’s why you’re back home, isn’t it? Could you hear them? Did you catch them doing it?”

“Yes,” I sighed, remembering painting the bedroom window with my semen as I watched Ellen and Jerome ‘do it’. I tried to turn the question around and asked, “Didn’t you think it was a bit gross, hearing us?”

“No, no, it was actually a bit exciting, but I didn’t know what you were actually doing. But, wow, you were doing it right there with my big sister!”

“And once in Ellen’s bed.” I added, for good measure.

“There too… ohhh,” she almost groaned.

Her skin was still flushed, and she seemed absorbed in the subject.

The intimate nature of her questions with her sitting so close to me had woken up my cock, which I felt beginning to stir in my jeans. It didn’t help when she asked…

“When was your first time with Ellen?”

“About six months ago.”

“What was it like, the first time with her, I mean?” she continued.

“Jessica, like I said before, I really don’t think I should be telling you any of this, if your sister ever found out we had been talking about it, there would be big trouble for both of us.”

“Yes, and I told you, no, promised you, that she won’t find out from me,” she stated firmly. “I just wondered what it is like and how you, you know ‘do it’?”

“I’m not sure as a male I can really tell you what it actually ‘feels like’ for a woman,” I said, “what sort of things do you want to know?”

“Well not really that, but just how it went, like, for instance, did you both take off all your clothes? Did you lie down or what?”

I noticed she squeezed her thighs together and then relaxed them, as she asked the last question.

“No, it would have been too risky to be naked, anyone, even you for instance, might have interrupted us for something.” I said, remembering how we had listened hard for any slight noise.

“How… how did you do it then?” she pushed, her breath coming a little faster as she spoke.

“Under blankets,” I laughed, “We once did it watching the TV while my Mom was in the kitchen. You don’t need to lie down, there are other ways,” I said.

“Yeah, I know the mechanics,” she said, “and I know it can be messy, but how did you do it, did you use condoms?”

“Do you really want all that detail?” I asked.

“I imagined how it might happen, but I’d like to know more.”

“In answer to your question, we were careful initially. But no, she assured me she was safe.”

“How does that help?”

I wondered how much detail she wanted. She was pushing further into intimate details that I never thought I would discuss with anyone, especially not Ellen’s little sister, but I could see it had excited her. The memory of fucking Ellen had turned me on too, and although I knew we couldn’t and shouldn’t do anything, my cock was now almost fully hard. The excitement of the taboo nature of our conversation was overriding the thought process that had told me I had said enough. Anyway, my excited brain rationalised that she was still too young and this was an adult conversation. Certainly not something for a first date. Jessica seemed to understand, held my hand and cuddled in close.

“You are too good for her, you know?”

“Perhaps you’re right.” Was Ellen’s insistence on bareback sex a calculated move? I felt like I was  being played… but I had no ideas about the rules of the game. But it did feel good to just spill my guts to Jessica who seemed to be overly curious but accepting. Maybe I had lost my girlfriend but I had found a friend in her sister. Or sisters.

“I always thought you dyed your hair red and that your twin sister was a natural brunette. When did she stop dying her hair?”

“As soon as we left high school. She got tired of always being mistaken for me so she went chestnut and I kept my ginger locks. Rachel would have gone blonde but Ellen kinda got there first.”

“You are all so similar.”

 “Even our friends have trouble telling us apart.”

“You’ve never had different hairstyles, never dyed your hair?

“I like my hair this way. You don’t?”

I told her I did, I told her that changing her beautiful hair in any way would be a crime against humanity. I thought she would laugh, but she didn’t. There was a sudden, serious silence. We stopped under a lamp-post, the sun was going down, it was a gorgeous evening. She looked at me, waiting for me to do what I’d wanted to do all night.

“I’m really glad I met you last night,” I said.

“So am I.”

I leaned down, she leaned in, we kissed. It was a quick kiss, just a few seconds of my lips touching hers. She put her hand on my shoulder, I put mine on her hip.

“I think I like you,” she said. “A lot.”

“I think I like you too.” We kissed again, a bit longer this time. When we parted she rubbed her thumb across my lips. “Lipstick.”

We walked back to the car hand-in-hand. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to ask her to marry me. I wanted to jump on the roof of my car and make monkey noises. Instead I drove her home and walked her to the door.

“I had a wonderful time,” she said.

“So did I.”

“Will you call me again?”

“Are you kidding? I might call you from the driveway before I leave.”

She giggled, then her face turned serious, and we kissed good night. As she walked through the door I saw Rachel sitting in the living room. She smiled and waved. I waved back. “Bye,” Jessica said. I lingered on the doorstep with my eyes closed, savoring the moment. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But I heard the voice coming through the door.

There was a giggle, then I heard a faint voice, “You like him too?”

It was the word “too” that threw me. I was already a bit shaken about my reaction to meeting Rachel. Was she attracted to me? That seemed both too weird and too good to be true. As I walked back home, I thought about it. Maybe Jessica had described me to Rachel, and now that we’d met, Jessica wanted Rachel’s opinion. That made sense.

Except… something nagged at me. When it hit me I was taking a sip of hot coffee in the kitchen and I almost blew it through my nose. The voice I’d heard. It was faint, much fainter than the giggling. It must have been Rachel who’d asked the question. Now, why would Rachel ask Jessica if she liked me “too”? It didn’t make sense. Maybe I’d heard wrong. But I hadn’t. I was sure I’d heard Rachel. And what did that mean?

I went upstairs, looked across at the bedroom window opposite, got undressed, got under the covers, and decided it didn’t mean anything. I was desperately trying to not fall in love with Ellen’s little sister. Eleanor was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with… wasn’t she? I fell asleep dreaming of the day when Jessica would lie next to me, to hold all night long. That was the best night’s sleep I’d had in ages.

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I was back in the apartment I shared with Ellen on the following Monday and immediately immersed myself in my studies. Ellen didn’t pry into my activities at home that weekend probably because she didn’t want me to pry into hers. That night we slept together but there was no sex. Eleanor complained about how cold she was but, to be honest, I think we were both preoccupied. Me with a certain redhead and Ellen with Jerome. What was clear was that her father did not yet suspect he was back in her life. I guess the twins were keeping the secret… for now.

The next night Ellen slept in her panties and an oversized tee shirt. We tried sleeping far apart from each other, but by morning, we always wound up as close to each other as we could get. By Tuesday Eleanor and I were lying in bed, when I put my arm around her, Ellen turned and kissed me. Moving the blanket out of the way, she laid her head on my chest, listening to my heart, “Thank you, I know I am not making things easy for you.”

I put my hand to her head and played with her fine blonde hair. “I… I’m trying to understand.”

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she liked the way my fingers felt in her hair. Ellen started to run her finger through the hair on my chest. She accidently ran across my nipple and she heard me suck in my breath. She watched, amazed as my nipple stiffened. She giggled and rubbed it again, “Do you like that?”

I closed my eyes and moaned, “Maybe…”

For an answer she trapped my nipple between her finger and thumb and rolled it back and forth. She felt me respond by pushing her head, making her mouth move closer to my nipple. Ellen stuck her tongue out and licked my hard nipple. Hearing me suck in my breath again, she smiled and closed her lips around it. As my fingers played in her hair, she started to gently suck even as her hand reached for my other nipple. Staying that way for a few minutes, she then moved to suck on the other one. “It makes me feel warm inside…” She felt my hands pushing her away.

“I don’t think this is a good idea… you have a boyfriend, you need to stop.” I kissed her, “But that felt so good, thank you.”

Ellen glanced down and saw the bulge in my underwear. Her fingers closed around it, “Don’t be an idiot.”

I grabbed her and laid her on the bed, “I… I know what you do with him. I don’t want you to regret doing things with me.” I gently touched my lips to hers, “I don’t want to regret doing things with you. I’m trying to be cool with this. I don’t want to lose you or our friendship.”

Ellen looked into my eyes, she had just been playing, but I could tell she really wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop. As I turned away from her, she lay there wondering. Maybe she needed to really think about the consequences of stringing me along. Maybe it would do her some good. It had been a week since that terrible day but it already seemed like just a bad dream. Ellen lay with her head on my chest, we shared a bed but we only talked while she tried to warm up, pressing herself close to me. It gave her a feeling of security hearing my heartbeat, and she liked the way I ran my fingers through her hair. Her eyes were drawn to my nipple. She had loved the idea of touching me there ever since she had discovered he liked it. She hadn’t done it since that first time, even though it gave me such pleasure. Using her finger and thumb, she trapped my nipple between them and gently teased. She glanced at the pleasure written on my face but I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t enough for her. 

“He’s not such a bad guy. You’d like him, you know?”

“I already like him.” But I hate it when he is with you, I thought.

“He likes you. But only you make me feel this hot. I know… you probably think I’m not being fair… But you don’t understand. Jerome is like a drug. An addiction. I need him… My parents never understood that.”

“I thought I might mean more to you.”

“But you do,” Ellen said, “It’s simpler between us. Pure. We haven’t complicated what we have by being in a romantic relationship. What we have… what we are… well, it’s more functional for me. Being with you makes me feel warm on the inside. It feels right. So, we help each other out. That’s all. As friends. Don’t let him change things between us?”

But he already had. Eleanor brought me out of my melancholy mood by licking my sensitive nipple. I wanted to stop her, but couldn’t stop her. Maybe the blonde sister was my drug. The truth was I missed her attention. As she closed her lips around it she pressed her hand against the bulge in my underwear and smiled her devastating smile at me. Moving so she faced away from me, she put her head on the pillow and wrapped my arms around her. Feeling my erection against her, she fell asleep.

The next night was the same, I saw no sign of Jerome, and as Ellen was teasing my nipple with her tongue, she felt my hand leave her hair and slide down her shoulder. I gently massaged her with my fingers, rubbing her neck and shoulder, finally stroking her arm. She smiled as he very slowly advanced so that I touched her breast. I didn’t have to worry; she wanted me to touch her. She bit her lip as her nipple responded to my touch. When I was sure it was all right, I cupped her breast through her tee shirt and played, even as she continued to play with me. A few minutes of that and Ellen rose up and took her shirt off, then went back to playing and sucking my nipples. my touch was electrifying, my playing gentle and slow. She responded to the pleasure of my touch by moving her leg in front of me and rubbing against my hard bulge.

Finally, she turned and placed her nipple to my lips. “I like having them sucked on too,” then as Ellen felt me start to suck she did some moaning of her own. Stretching, she ran her hand down her side, outlining each curve. The sensation made her quiver, I shuddered to think of how my touch had sent an amazing vibration through her. She sighed as she felt my hard manhood against her body, agonisingly close.

With my arm was around her, assuring her of my love. She closed her eyes, trying to go to sleep. My entire body ached for her; just the thought of her being so close brought a yearning. Her nipples were hard, and flashes of pleasure quivered up and down her spine as my fingers played. My hand smoothed over her breast, her nipples trapped between my forefinger and thumb. It was getting harder to breathe as Ellen turned over, positioning herself so that I could use my mouth more effectively, her legs went on the outside of either side of me. Separated by the barest of material, my hard cock pressed against her sensitive flesh. She flexed her muscles and could feel me trapped. Moaning, she pressed herself against my hardness and could feel me throbbing between her legs. Pleasure from the attention he was giving to her nipples spread through her only to run into the pulsing below her belly. Seeing my lips part, she lowered her breast to my mouth causing my stiff cock to drive against her even harder. Her body was steadily getting hotter, her loins crying for my touch. I found myself wondering if Jerome made her feel as warm inside? As I sucked her tit, the heat below her waist was becoming intense. It was getting harder for her to breathe; the burning desire was more than my teenage mind could endure. Ellen took her nipple out of my mouth, pressed her lips to my in a kiss full of the passion that was going to make us explode.

Ellen pleaded in a breathless whisper, “Please?”

I moved the incredible blonde off of me and she shot me a look of confused desperation. Ellen watched me reach for the drawer on my night stand and take out the box of condoms. Her eyes were glued to me as he removed my underwear and she saw my penis. Reaching up, she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed while her other hand explored. I almost passed out, electricity thundered through me from her touch. The way she had teased me all of this time had almost driven me out of my mind. Her tentative touch made me realise that I was still caught in her gravity. Captured by whatever spell she had cast upon me. 

I wanted her so much, but, “Birth control…”

Ellen understood. “Okay,” she said, “this one time.” Ignoring her grumble of annoyance, I opened the condom package and, stepping backwards down the bed, rolled the rubber onto my cock. After that it became obvious what to do next. Kissing me, her voice husky with passion, she whispered, “I want you… now.” Lying back on the bed, her body trembled as she slid her panties down and took them off.

Ellen watched me look down at her belly and felt my lust rising as I looked lower at the triangle of strawberry blonde hair. She really was a redhead, like her sisters. Jessica was right! Did Jessica look as good naked as Ellen did? Watching the aching desire on my face at her slightly parted legs made our need for each other more intense. I felt light headed watching the thin protection covering my hard cock. The way it softly reflected the light mesmerized me. I thought back to Jerome’s rubber clad weapon and how it felt inside my girlfriend… his girlfriend. My mind could picture it penetrating her, feel it slide inside. Her body was generating a storm; her insides ached for it to the point of a pain.

Using my finger I played with Eleanor’s pretty pussy. Running my finger tip along the lips, I grinned at her reaction as he rubbed her clit. The throbbing between her legs was becoming intense. Moaning, Ellen grabbed my hand, her loins crying for my touch, and pushed my finger inside of her. Her hips began to react; her mind went blank at the mounting pleasure. She could think of nothing more than my hands exploring her body. Her whole body was getting hotter as the pleasure grew..Ellen opened her arms and I found myself crawling into position until I was basically lying on top of her. I felt rather nervous and strangely timid. I had wanted this, but… what about Jerome? What about… Jessica? What would happen if I disappointed the redhead so much that she refused to even talk to me? I’d probably go insane.

“Use your elbows to hold you up,” she whispered, and when I did, she spread her legs. I could feel my cock pushing against her vulva; I could feel the warmth and wetness. She reached down between us and I felt her hand positioning me at her entrance.

“Ready?” she asked.

I nodded desperately trying to rid my mind of thoughts of Eleanor’s black lover… and her little sister back home. I felt the head of my cock slide inside her pussy, engulfed in warm, slippery-smooth walls that beckoned me with their secrets. As she took her hand away, I slid my hips forward slowly, feeling her lips engulf my shaft, feeling that incredible slick warmth surrounding my shaft, until I felt the pressure of her pussy lips against my crotch. I opened eyes I didn’t remember closing and looked down at her. “Hi,” I said, at a lack of anything else to say.

“Hi,” she said, a smile lighting her face. “You can fuck me now, if you like?”

“I know,” I said. “I’ve wanted this all week… I just thought I’d take a minute and get acquainted.” She giggled and kissed me.

Her pussy enveloped my cock, wetter than anything it had ever felt, and far warmer as well. Every time she moved her legs I felt it quiver and shift around me. If she moved them enough, I could probably cum right there.

“My arms are getting tired,” I said. They were shaking from holding my weight up. Maybe I should work out.

“Then just lie on top of me,” she told me. “I don’t think you’re that heavy.”

I did, letting myself down slowly. Her breasts yielded to my weight and she put her arms around my back, her legs around my waist. I felt their warm tension against my hips and felt welcomed.

“Ellen?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I… I wanted to thank you. For… this.”

She giggled. “You sound like you just won a prize or something. This isn’t the Academy Awards. We’re just having sex.”

“No, but… Still.” It was impossible to express just how I felt: how long I had loved her, how much I had hoped this one day might come to pass, how happy I was that it had, how much I loved her. “I… Just… Thank you.”

She rolled her eyes. “If you insist…” She looked at me with a gravid dignity. “You’re welcome.” Then the jesting tone left her eyes and her voice. “Anytime.”

I kissed her again. Our mouths met open, our tongues intertwined, and slowly I began to move inside her, shifting my hips back and forth. The feelings of velvet friction around me were maddening. Judging from her reaction, she was enjoying it as well. She broke the kiss, her mouth still open, and began to run her nails up and down my back. Waves of pleasure broke across my body, building in pressure behind my groin, urging me forward, but I kept to my pace.

“I probably won’t… Last long,” I said between breaths.

“That’s… Okay,” she replied in my ear as she felt me use my hand to guide my raging manhood to her eager teenage body. The feeling of just the head barely pressed against her, spreading her vagina apart ever so slightly was enough to make her giddy.

Feeling her lips on mine, burning with passion, I returned her kiss. As our tongues began to dance, I carefully, tenderly, ever conscious of hurting her, fearful of giving into the raging turmoil of my own desire, thrust myself inside of her, a fraction of an inch and paused, a fraction of an inch, and paused. When I was fully inside of her body a white light exploded in her head. Wrapping her arms and legs around me the crashing waves of release exploded through her, over and over and over. I held myself deep inside the pretty blonde. Her insides were boiling hot and so tight I knew my entire length was being scorched, and I loved it. Even after she released me from the grip of her arms and legs, I just held myself in her, savouring the intense feeling.

Slowly, Ellen felt herself coming down from the plateau of pleasure our teasing had sent her to. When her beautiful blue eyes could focus again, she smiled and kissed me. She felt my hard cock still inside of her, but I was slowly moving so that it slid in and out of her. Instinctively she matched me with her hips, and sucked in her breath at the new sensations. I felt Ellen responding to me, I varied my angle and how far I thrust into her; I tried to make our intercourse a gentle rewarding experience. I loved Eleanor very much, and realised the special gift I was being given. I was her friend, nothing more, but she wanted to share me with her real lover. Shouldn’t that be enough for me? I was only eighteen… I wasn’t ready to breed with her. I wasn’t ready for fatherhood. Having this uncomplicated love affair with my flatmate… surely this should be enough? She was sexy, she was funny, she was so much like me, in so many ways. We were so suited to each other. But why did she need… him? And why was I now thinking of Jessica again?

I shook my head clear of the chaotic thoughts that tried to befuddle my mind. I had one mission and I was going to fulfill it. I began thrusting harder, taking out my frustration on her tight vagina. Ellen’s eyes widened and she smiled her perfect smile, feeling my cockhead hitting different places inside of her. It was a different kind of passion. Knowing I was being excessively aggressive, made the sensations feel different, at least I thought she felt that. She could see in my face that I was enjoying being in her, and knew I needed a release as bad as she did, yet I still refused to slow down. She was like a Siren, alluring and arousing and it would have required far more willpower than I had to deny her. It was breathless, urgent and animalistic. As I fucked her for all I was worth she panted and moaned beneath me, wrapping her long legs around me, pulling me deeper. She reached around and locked fingers with me in a moment of closeness (or so I thought) but then she pulled my hands up to her neck and literally wrapped them around her own neck. Her next words nearly made me freeze.

“Squeeze. I want you to choke me…”

At once I was in turmoil. The girl was obviously a deviant, a pervert that got off on wild, kinky stuff, I was not naïve enough not to realise that. Her hands were on my wrists, guiding them, pressing my fingers against her slender neck and urging me to take up the strain myself.

“Do it!” she whispered, “Choke me!”

I could not control myself, my thoughts were being powered by my dick and right then all it wanted to do was fuck my platinum blonde haired lover. So what if she wanted to cuckold me? Why was I even questioning her? Did she do this with Jerome? Maybe she wanted to be a sexual freak with me? Her hands left mine and gently I began to press my fingers against her throat.I felt like I was in a trance, that it wasn’t me doing this, that it was somebody else. I looked down through blurry eyes as Ellen bucked under me and thrashed her way towards orgasm and listened as she implored me to choke her harder. I must admit being a little fearful but make no mistake I was exerting pressure on her throat and before too long her voice became hoarse and her eyes showed signs of light duress as her access to oxygen dwindled. At that I broke contact and concentrated on fucking her, enjoying the sensations my cock was going through as I ploughed into her wet hole again but she would not let the issue lie.

“NO! I want to cum with you choking me! I need it!”

She reached down to grab my wrists again and brought them up to her neck and again forced them against her skin and held them there, almost choking herself as we continued to fuck erratically. It felt amazing. Sometimes a short stroke, sometimes a deep one, my cock was thicker than she had imagined it would be and each thrust brought more intense and varying stimulation, each remarkable sensation built on the last. Her body grew closer and closer to another mind-blowing orgasm.

I had found her spot, and stayed there. Each thrust made her pant, her eyes shone with the light of delight. I felt her claw my back, her lips were slightly parted in an erotic pout. A constant whisper of “Yes…yes…yes,” made me feel my cock had grown even longer and harder. She was struggling to breath, her blue eyes were wide and her face was reddening.

Wheezing, Ellen clawed the sheet as her body erupted. A convulsing explosion burst from her cock filled vagina to course through her young body, only to reverberate back in a shockwave that made her entire body shudder. I was at the end, I loved her but my own needs took over. I still tried to be gentle but my thrusts became harder, more demanding. I went deeper than I meant to, unable to have the control I had before. Her breath came in short gasps, her face and breasts were flushed as red as her sister’s hair and her shuddering convulsions from head to toe were just too much.

Doing my best to keep from choking her unconscious, I still thrust faster, deeper and harder. my cock was surrounded by the quivering muscles of a fleshy vice grabbing my hard cock. I had never felt a scalding hot grasp like that, and it made me want to give in to the passion, demand a release. I was close, very close. She was incredible, and even now I desperately wanted to be gentle for her, but it was so astonishingly hard not to give in to the built up lust and frustration as I neared my own climax. By this point I was too far gone to stop anything, I physically needed to cum so I gripped her throat and urged the sperm up from my balls. With an ever increasing driving force, my control slipping fast, I pulled my hard cock almost all of the way out only to thrust in again. With one final hard deep thrust, I gave a loud moan, went deep and stayed there as he let loose with everything that had built up in my testicles over the past week. The muscles contracted at the base of my cock and pulsed as white hot cum shot out from me. Wave after wave of semen fired into Eleanor.

I felt myself actually shake as I climaxed inside her. I held on to her trying to choke her as softly as she would let me get away with and finally she came to another shuddering climax herself and soaked the middle of her bed. Her vagina spasmed and I felt my protective latex sheath break around my plunging meat as she came. Her warm, wet, constricting walls taking the place of the condom as my cock was greeted by the eye rolling pleasure of flesh on flesh contact. She was too lost in ecstasy to notice the thin layer of protection fail, and I was now all too near climax to possess enough cognitive ability to pull out. Instead, the only thought, only instinct, was to breed. I held her firmly against me, my hips pushing forward and lifting her knees off the bed as my buried cock erupted into her now unprotected pussy. Her shriek of climax grew higher when she felt my thickness pulsate within her, and I groaned as what felt like gallons of potent sperm flooded into her young body. The climax we shared began to subside, and she relaxed onto the bed, my spent cock sliding from her. Her body slumped to the mattress, where she lay contentedly. I looked at my manhood, softening after truly incredible sex, and stared at the torn, shriveled condom still clinging to the ring around the base of my cock. Semen drooled from my tip, and juices coated her inner thighs. When we eventually peeled our bodies apart she wiped the back of her hand across her bee stung lips and caught me in that intense gaze of hers.

 “We, uh,” I started, unsure how to finish. She rolled lazily to me, hazy eyes looking into my face. “We had a little accident,” I continued, pulling the broken condom off.

Her eyes widened for a brief moment as realization hit, then seemed to shrug it off. “Guess we shouldn’t have bothered being so careful,” she replied, beckoning me to her with a curling finger. I complied happily, laying over her as our lips locked once more. I could almost feel the warmth spread through Ellen as she held me to her. Glancing down, she saw the tattered rubber on my now softening penis. We were motionless with her arms around my neck and my fingers clenching her hair. We stared into each other’s eyes and lost track of time. 

“Mmmmmm… I feel so warm inside.”

I saw her blink and look from one eye to the other reading my thoughts. I kissed her gently and tasted her mouth once more. I rolled off and rested my head on her chest and put my arm across her stomach and under her thigh. Ellen’s hands caressed my chest and ran through my hair. We didn’t say a word. The moment was perfect. I thanked her for making love to me just before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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I woke up alone and opened my eyes, yawning. I stretched and swung my legs out of bed, looking around at the familiar surroundings – nothing had changed. I went to the bathroom and showered and shaved, then I made my way downstairs, hearing my flatmate in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Everything was just the same – Ellen always got up first, then me. Ellen and I said good morning, and I gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. As usual, she was in her old cotton dressing gown, and as I glanced down at her I glimpsed her bare breasts, and I knew that she had nothing on under it. That was something else that hadn’t changed either – if we had sex the night before, she was always naked under her dressing gown first thing in the morning, as she was now. She followed the direction of my eyes, and, as always, she looked at me almost sullenly, and I knew that, as always, I was staring at her lustfully.

I went to the refrigerator to get some orange juice, just as Ellen turned back to the stove, and we collided – her dressing gown parted slightly, and the backs of my fingers touched her bare thigh. It was almost like an electric shock. Ellen froze – it obviously affected her, too, and it was as if she was carved out of stone, staring straight ahead, her hand still reaching for the frying pan, while my hand rested against her warm thigh. I had a sudden vision of her lying naked on the bed while Jerome fucked her – without thinking, and almost as if I didn’t know what I was doing, I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. I expected her to push me away, but for a moment she stood motionless while I worked my mouth on hers, and then, at first almost imperceptibly, she started to respond. Her lips parted, and she raised one arm, her sleeve sliding up, and then she slipped her bare arm round my neck as she crushed her soft breasts against my chest, returning my kiss with a passion I would never have imagined.

Just then I heard a knock at the door. I reluctantly released her, still feeling the softness and warmth of her body through her thin dressing gown. As if conjured by my own tormented thoughts, Jerome stood there. Ellen happily answered the door and ushered him inside. As he did he wished me a good morning, and I said the usual things, and he and I sat down at the kitchen table while Ellen put plates in front of us and poured the coffee.

“I hope you don’t mind, I invited Jerome over for breakfast.”

I did mind. I minded a lot. But I said nothing as Ellen leaned towards me, her dressing gown gaped open, and I stared at her full, naked breasts, capped with stiff pink nipples. I raised my eyes, and saw that she was watching me look at her – her expression was unreadable, and I briefly looked down at her exposed breasts again before she straightened and got her own plate. We talked about the usual things, how we’d slept, the weather, things like that, and I mentioned that I would be at lectures all day. Did a look of sudden disappointment cross Eleanor’s face? We were sitting side by side, opposite Jerome – if I glanced sideways as she leaned forward I could glimpse one bare breast, and she seemed to lean forward frequently. She crossed her legs under the table, and her dressing gown parted and fell away from her thighs – Jerome was concentrating on his phone, and I surreptitiously put my hand on her bare leg, marveling at its smooth softness. She caught her breath, but she didn’t push my hand away …

I wanted to help her with the dishes after breakfast, but she insisted on doing them herself – did she guess what would happen if we were alone together again in the kitchen, with her naked beneath her dressing gown? I waited and waited until the last minute before I had to leave the apartment and start my day. Ellen escorted me to the door, kissed me goodbye and once again, as the door shut behind me, my heart shattered. After spending the night with me, she was spending the day… with him.

It was well into the evening when I got home, almost time for dinner. Ellen was now wearing a simple blue dress, quite short and fairly low-cut, enough to reveal the tops of her swelling breasts. Her arms and legs were bare, and she wore a simple necklace and high-heeled sandals that showed her painted toenails. Jerome was still there, looking happy and conducting some business on his phone, as he always seemed to do. I couldn’t take my eyes off Ellen, and she knew it. She’d laid the table and I helped her carry the food through from the kitchen. As soon as we were alone, I took her in my arms and kissed her – her dress was cut very low at the back, and I ran my hand over her bare shoulders, feeling her body mold itself to mine, while I made no effort to prevent her from feeling my erection pressed against her soft belly.

“When is Jerome going home?”

“He’s not. I hope you don’t mind, he’s staying the night.” She recognised the look in my eyes. “Don’t worry, he’ll be in the spare room.” 

During dinner, our eyes met constantly, and I gazed at her bare arms and shoulders, and the shadowy valley between her breasts. Then she asked me to refill her wine glass. I got the bottle and stood beside her, enjoying an even better view of her cleavage, but then I saw that she’d pushed her chair back slightly from the table, and hoisted her dress up over her thighs. Incredibly, she wasn’t wearing panties. Equally incredibly, she chatted casually throughout the meal with Jerome, while all I could think of was her nakedness under her dress. Our eyes met from time to time, and I saw her put her hand down under the table… with his..As one, they stood. He took her hand, and led her towards the spare room. He looked at me and smiled, Ellen chose not to engage with me. Moments later I heard them giggling and whispering, trying and failing to keep their voices down. She was teasing Jerome again, getting him worked up for no good reason other than to send me into a broken, frustrated mess. I wasn’t exactly sure what they said under the sheets; their voices were muffled. But a glance informed me that Ellen was lying on top of her black boyfriend, straddling his crotch, and seeming to rock and back forth on it while whispering what I can only imagine to be dirty talk into his ear.

I turned away from their little tryst, and tried to get back to studying. Stupid stupid stupid me. Why was I so besotted with her that I would allow this? It was difficult to ignore what she was doing to Jerome; our apartment wasn’t that big, and our beds were probably barely more than ten feet apart. But my attention kept slipping back to Ellen’s steady grinding, and Jerome’s squirming. Any minute, she’d say, loud enough for me to hear, “Ok, that’s enough. Let’s stop before we lose control.” And that would be it.

Jerome would frantically whisper, “No, no, come on!” But Ellen would get off of him no matter what. Jerome would try to coax her. Nope. He would get angry. Nothing. Then, inevitably, trying to keep his voice really low so I wouldn’t hear it, he’d beg. And Ellen would always giggle and say, “No! Not while he is here.”

I think for her, that was the whole point of this exercise. Making Jerome beg her for nothing more than to keep grinding on his dick. Not sex. Not a blowjob. Not even a handjob. Just dry-humping. She teased Jerome incessantly, in careful smart ways like a predator breaking down her prey. I decided to give them what they wanted and called to tell them that I was going out. The lovers said their goodbyes simultaneously and I headed out into the night. Eleanor knew how to use her body well, and Jerome was utterly crazy about her at least as much as I was. Despite what I thought of Ellen torturing Jerome, I had to admire her tactics. But I couldn’t say I agreed with them. I felt lost once more and walked out, aimlessly, into the night.

As I was brooding in the dark I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. It was Jessica. I was in a solemn mood and didn’t want to say something I might regret so let it go to voicemail. Now was not the time to talk to Ellen’s little sister. A minute later my phone beeped; she had left a message. I sighed and dialed in to listen:

“Hey, I’m home alone. Call me… or better still come and see me.”

I didn’t reply but did make the thirty-five minute walk home. I could see the light pop on from the top of Jessica’s bedroom window through the slats of the wood privacy fence separating our parents houses. Looking at the time on my phone I knew she was probably getting ready for bed so I punched in her number. She picked up quickly, answering by giggling, “I’ve been watching for you and saw you arrive, thanks for coming.”

I spat out in a flat tone “I don’t know why I’m here.”

“I do. My big sister has Jerome over. We need to talk, can you come inside?”

I paused but then answered “I guess so. Is nobody there?”

“They are all out for at least another hour. Come in, the back door is open, you know where my room is. Let’s just talk about things. I know you’re hurting.”

I robotically moved across the yard making sure when I got to the fence I used the ladder to scale the fence. I didn’t want to take the chance I would fall in the dark. She must have been waiting at the bedroom door because just as I lightly tapped on it she snatched it open. More and more often I was finding it hard not to notice how beautiful a young woman his little girl was becoming. Long, wavy red hair spilling over lightly freckled shoulders and down past a slender waist. The tendrils stopped just above an exquisitely rounded ass. Her tiny white shorts showing off that magnificent ass and her long, sleek legs more than perfectly. Showing them off more than I could stand. The tight, pink t-shirt she had on clung to her small chest. Thin material combined with no bra made her erect little nipples easy to see and impossible to ignore. She was only seventeen but already an amazing beauty. I shook my head, trying to clear it. This was not the way a man should look at his girlfriend’s little sister. But Ellen wasn’t my girlfriend. I suddenly felt guilty as confusing and unwanted images flooded my brain. The pressure of my hardening cock made me feel sick with shame. I cleared my throat uncomfortably.

“How did you know Jerome was with Ellen?” I asked her.

“Oh, she called me half an hour ago to discuss my birthday. They were in bed together. I could… hear him in the background.”

“Oh.”

Jessica grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t be shy, come in!”

I sat down on the corner of the bed, looked up at her and said “This is crazy. What do you want?” Jessica walked past me to the bedroom door pushing the privacy lock making sure no-one was going to wander in and find me in the teenagers bedroom. Before she came back to stand in front of me she also turned on the TV and found an easy listening music station to add a little background noise. She was standing in front of me with her hands shoved in her robe pockets as she looked down at me. I sat there in silence not sure what to say or how to say it until I asked softly “What do you want, Jessica?”

“I want to know if you’re ok?”

“I’m fine. I just get… so many mixed messages. Was she always like this?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about tonight, I just kept picturing her and that man… and I knew you were out there somewhere… Dealing with it… Alone.”

“We are so good together but-“

“She always chooses him over you.”

“It’s like she’s playing some game and I don’t know the rules. She knows I belong to her. She has such power over me… and I have to just accept it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

We chatted for a while then she said, “I have snacks! What would you like?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Well you can watch me eat. But you must be starved?”

She tipped out a stash of chocolates and biscuits on the bed and divided them between us. While I picked at my sweets I asked, “So where’s Rachel? Does she know about any of this?”

“Not everything, but enough. She knows Ellen as well as I do. We were debating whether or not to tell Mom and Dad about Jerome being back.”

I wondered that too. It would solve all my problems. Maybe I should tell Joseph myself. We sat in silence for a while until I decided to just ask the one question burning in my brain.

“Why did Ellen tell you she wanted to have my baby and get married?”

“I can’t be sure but… she needs to be in charge of things. I think so many things in her own life have been beyond her control for so many years that now… she wants things on her terms. I think she simply likes having that power over you and… the situation?”

“What makes her so manipulative?”

“It’s probably a lot of things. She was an only child for a while until we came along and I think that made her feel insecure. Our parents had to put a lot of time and effort into raising twins. She has always wanted to be independent, find her own place, do things her way. Maybe she’ll change if you give her an engagement ring.”

“Really?”

“She’s a Princess… but she’s also a bitch! She’s quite deluded. Have you talked about marriage?”

“We haven’t even talked about your birthday! I didn’t even know it was coming up.”

“That’s ages away. Come sit with me here on my bed.” She patted the space next to her and I sat dangerously close to the young woman. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Just wait and see what she does next.”

She just stared at me then said, “You could be with the wrong sister.”

I was suddenly struck with realisation from our last meeting. Was this really Jessica? Was the twin out with her parents Jessica? 

“I’m glad you’re not planning on giving her an engagement ring. Ellen will use you. And you and I will be having this conversation over and over again until you realise. But I want to help. I’m here for you.”

“I guess it’s just you and me now,” I smiled at her trying to turn it into a joke. But Jessica looked serious. She genuinely felt awful for me and… wanted for us to become something more? Was I being just as stupid for ignoring her? “I just need a hug.”

Before I could say anything else, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, “I will wait for you…,”she whispered. I placed one hand around her tiny waist and felt her sigh.

“This is perfect. Just hold me for a while?”

She turned her back and pressed against me, pulled my arm over her. Our legs against each other. Pressed tight against her butt, my penis reacted. I was embarrassed, my hard dick pressing against the little redhead.  I reached around and wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. She resisted slightly at first but let me. I had the side of my face pressed against her soft stomach and her perky tits pressing down against my head. In that position I asked “Do you or Rachel have any ex-boyfriends I need to know about?”

Jessica sighed and placed her hand on top of my head and began to lightly caress my hair before saying “We started our senior year in high school, we were both seventeen and still afraid to go all the way with the boys.” Laughing she added, “Actually Rachel was, I wasn’t getting hit on much with my skinny ass and wire on my face.”

I reached down and stroked her thigh and said, “Yeah there has been quite a change over the last few months.”

She gasped in mock horror before giggling out “You mean you used to look at my ass?”

I laughed “I barely saw either of you! But yeah, you have an amazing backside.”

She playfully slapped my shoulder saying “You noticed me though, at least now I know my efforts were successful.”

I looked at her confused and she continued, “I would try and set up times for you to see me, I always thought you were a hunk. But Eleanor warned us off.”

Us? Rachel as well… hmmmm. “Who was your first romantic kiss?”

Pulling my head into her stomach she changed tone as she continued her story. “It was the first of February, I had finally gotten my braces off and I was spending the weekend in the house.” Pausing a second she added “Adam Granger had asked me to the Valentine Dance and I was nervous about the possibility of kissing a boy for the first time, at least in a truly romantic way.” Taking a deep breath she continued “It was late and we laid in bed in the dark talking about it when Rachel suggested that we practice.” She paused again before she went on. “I was shocked when I realised she meant with each other, but like she said it was only kissing.”

“Rachel was your first kiss?” I was pleasantly shocked.

Pushing me back on the bed and laying down beside me Jessica went on “At first we were too busy giggling but soon we had settled down and Rachel was giving a kissing clinic.” Sighing Jessica said “She taught me butterfly kisses, French kissing, and how to kiss and move your lips.” Continuing she added “I was starting to get tingly and my breath was getting quicker and I knew this was strange.”

Now throwing her leg over my hip Jessica moved up close against me before going on “Rachel’s voice was raspy and her breathing was quicker too when she suggested we practice more, so we did, we laid down and began kissing each other with our hands caressing each other’s faces.” Jessica was breathing heavily now and had to time her words with her breasts and added, “As the kissing got hotter and our breathing quickened even more our hands moved across each other’s backs.” Her hands replayed what was going on in her mind and she ran her hands under my shirt. She said softly, “We had gone to bed in crop tops and bikini panties and while we were kissing the cloth was scratching our tingling nipples.”

Sighing heavily Jessica began to slowly grind her pussy against my hip before adding more, “It wasn’t long before the crop tops had worked their way up and off our breasts and our nipples were scraping against each other’s skin.” Suddenly Jessica kissed me. It was a long kiss of about two minutes in which I was so caught by surprise that I was taken aback. .When she stopped and smiled at me I immediately asked her, “Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know… I just wanted to. I felt something inside me and it just felt right. I like kissing you.”

“Wow!” is all I could say, while I kissed her back and this time it was a much wetter and longer kiss.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her lips were full. I pushed her flame coloured hair away from her face to nibble her upper lip and then her lower lip, softly. I then pushed my tongue into her mouth again and this time, her lips parted fully and her mouth opened. She responded back with her tongue into my mouth. We hugged each other hard, while we continued to do this wet kiss for about five minutes before we broke for air. We sat in silence, my heart pounding in my chest, completely in shock.

“Was I OK?” She said meekly.

“Yes. Fuck yes! Wow, Jessica! Rachel taught you well,” I laughed.

“Yeah, she might be the better kisser…”

I turned my hip so that Jessica could get a good solid grind location on it as I slid my hands under her robe and up to her tits. As I caressed her nipples she hissed and whispered “Yeah that’s what Rachel did too, she reached up and started rubbing my nipples.”

Her voice now ragged with passion Jessica groaned out more information, “We didn’t really know anything about getting each other off other than rubbing each other’s nipples and kissing but somehow our legs intertwined and we were humping against each other… like I am now.”

Jessica’s grinding had forced open the front of her robe to reveal she was wearing just a bra and a thong. She leaned into my neck and moaned into my ear as she panted to me “We kissed ground against each other until we both had an orgasm.”

The thought of Rachel and Jessica intertwined and cumming in moans and gasps was driving me crazy. I wanted to grind myself against Jessica but my cock was still in my shorts and I was below the level of her body. I pinched both of Jessica’s nipples and pulled slightly as I asked her, “Why me?”

“Because…” Jessica started humping faster as she chanted “Because I want you to choose me!”

She began bucking herself against mewith an increased ferocity. Her eyes were dilated and her heart was beating fast. I watched her mouth open as her face and breasts blushed red. Seconds later Jessica’s climax started to kick in and she squealed, “Please… choose… meeeeee!”

Jessica was slamming against my hip bone in ragged but repeated thrust as she came. She was letting out a steady stream of moaning pants until she wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed. As her orgasm ebbed she relaxed her grip on me sliding back onto the bed and she whispered “I saw how you looked at Ellen… And wanted you to look at me that way.”

Cupping her face with my palm I pulled her in closer to me and asked, “But why?”

She giggled and said “Because it was so damn fucked up and I’m completely in love with you!”

That was the moment we heard her parents’ car pull up outside.

“You need to go! Quick, the window.”

I pulled myself together, and like a scene from a romantic movie, quickly kissed the pretty object of my desire goodbye and lowered myself from the window sill. As the family reunited I slipped into the night and headed back to my apartment. The journey back wasn’t plagued by the dark clouds that had harried me since I left Ellen and Jerome to their not to secret liaison. I felt happy. I felt like there was hope. I must admit that for the first time I was considering the fact Jessica had put to me; I had chosen the wrong sister. Jessica wasn’t Ellen’s identical twin but they were alike in many ways. The one quality Jessica had in abundance, lacking from her big sister, was her empathy. Her feelings felt genuine and I basked in their warmth as much as Ellen bathed herself in mine.   

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As I approached the apartment I could see the bedside lamp in the spare room was on. I was intrigued but not overwhelmed with jealousy. I silently took up position in the darkness at the bedroom window, as I had done before, and peeked inside. Inside, Eleanor’s clothes she had picked out for the next day were on display. I noticed she had left her bra and panties for the next day on the dresser. They were her most slinky and sexy set. I was drawn to the exquisite view before me, Ellen and her black lover had both been sleeping, they had that drowsy post sex glow about them and I could see the used condom lying discarded on the floor by the trash can. They had both recently woken up, had I woken them somehow? Ellen and her friend Jerome lying on the bed, Ellen draped on top of him, their naked bodies entwined.

As they awakened they were kissing passionately and their hands caressing each other, their bodies moving slowly against each other. I felt my cock start to swell, but decided to remain there watching through the open window. Suddenly Ellen’s phone lit up on the bedside table. It was a text message. I couldn’t see the words but I did see the photo of the sender splash across the screen. It was Jessica. She had messaged her big sister. Had they been in contact earlier tonight? Suddenly my mind was filled once more with conspiracy theories and I felt a chill. Ellen knew I was coming home, she knew I could catch them… that I might be there… watching them, she looked down at Jerome, this beautiful male specimen, and decided to taste him further. Her lips descended down Jerome’s neck until she reached his nipple, kissing it lightly then gently sucking, while her fingers slipped down to her moist pussy, slowly stroking, rubbing, teasing.

“We haven’t got long, he’s on his way home.” Ellen spoke, this time I could hear her through the open window.

“He seemed happy enough to just let us be together.” Jerome replied.

“He likes you. You are so easy to talk to and I really enjoy your company,” Eleanor whispered. “Just between you and me… I wish I was the one who got the internal marking job at your branch instead of Rhyain.”

“Oh yeah? I like Rhyain,” Jerome said, “but I like you better!”

With that he reached his arms around Ellen’s waist and pulled her to him. He ducked his face down to her and leant in to kiss her. My stomach was sick and my heart was beating out of my chest. Eleanor raised her arms up to wrap them around Jerome’s neck and she looked up to accept his advance. They kissed softly at first and then their heads turned and they were in full on tongue deep in your mouth kissing mode. Jerome’s hands started to move up and down Ellen’s back and he pulled her in tighter, wrapping his big arms around her, almost swallowing her up. She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair and it was obvious she was responding quite positively to his advances. Jerome was now grabbing her ass and pulling her naked body tight to him. They continued their embrace, their tongues fighting as their heads moved left then right alternately. Jerome’s business suit, from earlier that day, was hung over the bedroom chair. Eleanor’s clothing was scattered all over the bedroom floor. Jerome moved his hands up to her shoulders and she moved her arms to his waist. They were making out furiously as their lips stayed locked and tongues intertwined. 

They both leaned in and began to kiss again, Ellen mashing her tits against Jerome’s hairy chest. Jerome’s hands went to Ellen’s ass again as he squeezed her cheeks. Eleanor was running her hands up and down his broad back. His thick cock sprang out from under him as he repositioned himself, bobbing up and down a few times before settling sticking straight out. He was circumcised and his dick was probably more than eight inches long and thick nestled in dark pubic hair that was neatly trimmed close to his body. I could see he had a large ball sack that hung low between his legs. Eleanor was now looking right at his cock and she reached out with both hands, one grasping his thick shaft and the other taking a grip on his balls.

Jerome lay back and spread his feet slightly as Ellen began to lick the tip of his cock and slide her hand up and down the shaft. Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to move slightly back and forth. Jerome let out a moan encouraging her. She continued to suck on the first two inches of his cock while her hand moved back and forth on the shaft. Jerome put his right hand on the back of her head guiding her. Luckily I was on the other side of them so it did not block the view I had of Eleanor kneeling over her black lover with one hand on his nut sack and the other on the base of his thick cock. Jerome’s head was back as she continued to lustily suck on his member. I could see her saliva making the taught skin on his cock glisten. Eleanor’s nipples were sticking straight out and this scene made my cock harder than I can remember in a long time. I could already feel a big wet spot of pre-cum spreading across my boxer briefs as my dick strained against them. This time was different though, I didn’t feel the need to take my cock out and jerk off.

She continued to bob up and down on Jerome’s meaty dick with his encouraging moans and his hand urging her on. Then, she pulled her mouth off his cock and held it up flat against his stomach, licking the underside up and down as if it were her favorite lollipop. She moved lower after a minute and began to lick his ball sack, taking each nut into her mouth. She continued to lick and suck on his balls for another minute or so as Jerome moaned his approval. Then she went back to work on his thick cock, taking it into her mouth again and going as far down on it as she could. She gagged slightly before getting it all down and she backed off before going all the way down again. She repeated this a few times and then moved back to the head again and began to work her tongue around his mushroom end.

Jerome was moaning louder now and Ellen began to work her mouth up and down on the upper half of his cock. She quickened her pace moving his thick dick in and out of her hot wet mouth. Jerome began to tense and he grabbed her head with both hands pulling her off his cock. She complied reluctantly, letting the head of his cock slip slowly out of her mouth.

“That was so hot!” Jerome said as he looked down on her, “I was getting close.”

“That was my goal.” She said gazing up at him.

“You are good but I don’t want to cum just yet,” he told her as he pulled her to her feet, “I want to enjoy more of you.” He pulled her over to the side of the bed and sat her down. “Lie back,” he said, “I want to return the favour.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she replied. He knelt down next to the bed and grabbed her legs behind each knee and lifted them up. Ellen grabbed her knees with each hand holding her legs up and spreading them slightly. I could see her pussy now, her lips were already slightly open and a deep pink, glistening with her wetness. Jerome moved his face to her sex and began to slowly lick up and down her outer labia, savoring her juicy pussy with slow deliberate strokes. His hands were on either side of her opening, his fingers slightly pulling on her lips from each side spreading her labia open even further.

I could see just inside her love tunnel as he prepared to thrust his thick tongue into her hole. He pushed his face into her crotch forcing his tongue deep into her opening. He fucked her with it for several strokes as she moaned. Then he pulled back and ran his tongue up and down both sides of her opening several times, lapping up her juices that continued to stream out of her. Just then he pushed a finger on his left hand into her opening and held it there, twisting his hand back and forth. He moved his mouth to the top of her opening and began to rub the flat of his tongue over her clit. She moaned louder and let Jerome know she approved of his attention to her love button. Soon he added a second finger and began to slide them in and out of her pussy quickly as he licked her opening from top to bottom. Eleanor was moaning and saying “Yes, yes…” as he finger fucked her while sucking on her clit. Her legs began to tense and I could tell she was cumming.

I was so horny and turned on watching Jerome eat Eleanor’s pussy and make her cum. I did feel a little jealousy but it was such a turn on watching her, naked on our spare bed with another man pleasing her. She was so excited and turned on by him; it was obvious she was past her inhibitions. After her climax subsided, Jerome slid her back onto the bed a little and then positioned himself between her legs. 

“No, stop!” she said in a pleasured voice, taking in a deep breath, as he pushed the tip of his bare cock between her pouting labia. Then pushed him away and he retracted his hard black cock from her sweet pussy. “Put a condom on, please,” she asked, taking in another breath of pleasure as he again pushed himself into her. Stopping at full depth, he held himself in deep.

“Really, do I have to? You feel so good, I want to cum inside you so bad. You know how much I want to, please!” he pleaded, full of desire and lust for her.

“No, I don’t want your seed in me, you know that. Please wear a condom, I don’t want you to cum inside me. No condom… no pussy!” she insisted.

“Okay, honey.” Leaving himself in her, he stretched out to the nightstand, awkwardly fumbling for the condoms, before snagging one. He brought himself upright, stealing a few more repetitions; He pumped himself into her until she asked him to stop again.

Reluctantly he pulled out, covering himself with the thin rubber, feeling stealing, cum catching condom. This time, when he aimed his thick black cock at Eleanor’s wet juicy cunt, she immediately wrapped her feet around him, resting her heels at the top of his firm round ass cheeks.  His ass was smooth and I could see his big balls dangling between his legs from my angle. Due to their contrasting skin colours I could just barely see the tip of his cock positioned at her glistening love tunnel opening as he put the tip in and then stopped. He rested there for few minutes, his burly figure towering over my petite Ellen as he prepared to fuck her tight hole.

Then suddenly he plunged into her to the hilt burying his thick veined member into her hot juicy vagina. I was so turned on I could not take it anymore and I unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out. I began to fist it furiously, almost cumming then stopping and backing off. My cock was like a faucet dripping pre-cum I was so turned on watching Eleanor get fucked by the hansome black man. Jerome began a steady assault on Ellen as he plunged in and pulled out of her over and over again at a quick pace. “Yes, fuck yes!” Ellen hissed as he worked his thick man meat in and out of her grasping pussy. His ass was moving back and forth, clenching and then releasing as he shoved his hardness into her. I could see his balls hanging loose as they swayed back and forth with his motion in and out. His pace began to quicken and he began to grunt loudly as he bottomed out inside her repeatedly.

“Oh god, fuck me, fuck me hard,” she urged him as he continued to piston in and out of her. His hairy heavy nut sack was slapping down on her ass with each stroke.

“I’m going to cum,” he said loudly.

“Don’t stop, don’t pull out. Fill the condom!” Eleanor commanded Jerome, almost panicking that he might withdraw his thick cock from her.

She was groaning loudly, “Aahhhhh yes, yes, fuck me, cum in me, fuck me!” as he pounded her the last few times and with one loud animalistic growl as he stopped, his cock deep inside of her. His ass was clenched tight and I could see his balls had contracted up to his body. Ellen’s legs were wrapped tightly around his lower back and they were clenched holding him in place. I couldn’t see her face but I can imagine the look of pure ecstasy on it. His head was next to her right ear, blocking my view. I resisted that urge to cum as I stroked my erection as their copulation reached its climax.

“Ellen!” Jerome roared, lifting himself one final time, burying his cock head against the opening of my flatmate’s cervix. Letting out a guttural gasp, he sprayed his virile seed directly into the condom buried in Eleanor’s deepest region, sending rope after thick rope of his viscous fluid into the rubber. He held her in a loving hug, content with waiting until the process was complete. 

They stayed there like that for a few minutes, gently kissing. Ellen released her legs and Jerome relaxed some, still holding his large frame over the pale skinny blonde. She looked so small next to him. They continued to smooch and then I heard Jerome say, “I want to be gone by the time he gets here. I feel guilty enough as it is. He looked so… sad”.

Jerome rolled off of her to her left side and to my surprise his latex clad cock was still rock hard. The semi-transparent condom looked like it was ready to burst, glistening with his cum and hers and I could see even his balls were wet. Eleanor laid there and her pussy was gaping wide open, almost swollen looking, red with excitement and dripping wet. They started to kiss again and Ellen swung her right over his groin and climbed on top of him. She began to grind her pussy on top of the underside of his cock, slowly around in circles. She was still really horny and turned on and she has done this to me on several occasions when she is particularly horny and wants to cum again. She continued to slide his cock along the opening of her pussy, her lips wrapping him like a hotdog bun.

She wanted more though, so she positioned her pussy opening at the tip of his cock and slid down on it, engulfing his thick condom encased manhood into her sloppy pussy. She began to grind her pubic bone into his with his cock deep inside of her then alternately beginning to slide up and down on his cock. They kissed hard, her mashing her mouth down on his as grinding her mouth like she was grinding her pussy on him. I could see his white spunk being worked down the inside of his transparent rubber, starting to appear at the base of his black cock, slowly leaking out of the condom as she continued to deliberately ride him. It looked like cream as it accumulated on his big ball sack. While they were kissing deeply again and his hands were mauling Eleanor’s ass cheeks. She was moaning into his mouth as she was nearing a third orgasm as she ground into him and rode his member. He began to finger her ass as he pushed her hips down onto himself with his other hand, grinding his cock into her.

I could tell she was cumming again; it was a familiar type of orgasm that kind of washes over her, an exquisite feeling of release and relaxation at the same time. Watching this made my cock hard again as I stroked along slowly with Eleanor’s movements. I don’t believe Jerome came again but they stayed in that position for a few minutes as he rubbed her ass and back. Ellen finally climbed off Jerome, releasing his hardness once again. Ellen looked at the clock and exclaimed, “Oh my god, I better check in with him!”

“I need to get home myself,” Jerome said, unrolling his slick condom and throwing it into the trash can where it landed wetly. The lovers reluctantly got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom to compose themselves. I couldn’t see them but could hear them talking about seeing each other tomorrow and how they would behave around me and others in Jerome’s office.

Jerome emerged first, got dressed quickly and Ellen put on her silk robe. They kissed goodbye and Jerome left the room. Eleanor quickly grabbed her phone and called my number. I let it ring out silently. She left a message telling me she’d had dinner and spent the evening l just hanging out with Jerome who had just gone home and was now going to bed.

I watched Jerome drive away then entered the house, now in darkness. I undressed quickly and was about to head for the spare room when I remembered how wet Ellen had been… there was no way I was sleeping in their wet patch. I slipped into our room, Ellen was already beneath the covers. Stopping at the side of the bed, I took in the familiar sight of her body. She had found the time to dress in some negligee, possibly to disguise her sex flushed erogenous zones. “Hi, you’ve been gone all night… I was worried and we need to talk,” she whispered, opening the covers to invite me into bed with her. Looking down at her pink and black lingerie, I felt myself shifting nervously. “I mean, you bought me this to sleep in but I don’t know if it’s um…, long enough?”

Rolling my eyes at Eleanor’s ridiculous statement, I held the edge of the blanket. “Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?” Because you’ve spent the entire evening in bed, I thought to myself. “Are you getting in bed or not?” she asked, suddenly concerned. 

I barely processed her words before climbing into bed beside her. “Sorry. I just didn’t want you to feel awkward. What did you want to talk about?” Pulling the blanket over my cold legs, she scooted close to me for warmth.

“Baby, you’re eighteen but I worry about you. You’ve been out all night?” 

Sighing, I wondered how to answer her question. She knew why I went out… why I wasn’t happy. She took my silence as acknowledgement of her fears. She began lightly pulling on my chest hair, teasingly, trying to get my attention.

“I wanted to give you and Jerome some privacy so you could… you know…”

“I’ve been a good girl,” she cooed, trying to conceal their fornication.

“Yes, I saw how good you had been. There are two spent condoms in the spare room,” I didn’t like putting the statement out there so carelessly. Letting her platinum blonde hair fall in her face, she tried to hide her embarrassment. 

“I know, but you said you loved me, no matter what. Jerome and I are just… fuck buddies.” I shook my head, wanting to stop her words, but she continued to speak, “I love you, you’re my best and only friend. You’re the only one who makes me warm.”

My awareness of Eleanor’s supple body pressing against my bare skin grew uncomfortably. I found myself thinking of her younger sister, how similar they felt, how less complicated things would be if I had fallen in love with the redheaded sister. Had I fallen in love with Jessica? She said she loved me… All I could fathom now was that my flatmate wasn’t the same as her little sister after all.

“You said you’re addicted to him. I can’t compete and I don’t want to. You say you worry about me but you throw yourself at him when I’m… right there! How could you not know how that would affect me? It’s like you take pleasure in my torment… seeing my self esteem being ground down. Even Jerome sees it and feels sorry for me. You haven’t been doing all this with me lately just to make me jealous? Have you?”

She climbed into my lap, seeing as nothing could go worse, now that her emotions were out in the open. “And what if I have? Would you punish me for it? Because I might like that.” Without waiting for his response, she hiked up the small skirt of her lingerie top and pressed her wet panties against the growing bulge of my erection. “I really do love you. I’d like nothing more than to have you in my life forever.”

Unable to keep my moan from escaping my lips, I grabbed hold of Eleanor’s neck. “Dammit, Ellen. I don’t even know what I am to you! Am I your boyfriend? Is he? Are we just lovers… friends with benefits? You told me you wanted to keep romance out of our relationship but what does that mean? Does it mean that you can pursue whoever you want? Does it mean I can find someone else?”

That stopped her in her tracks. She looked shocked, like it really wasn’t something she had considered. I suddenly felt sorry for her.

“You said you wanted us to be clinical. Just friends. It’s hard being just your friend Ellen.” I continued, trying to soften the truth.

“Don’t you like me?” she said in a squeaky voice, rising up, and putting her face in line with mine. Her dilated eyes looking like they might produce a tear. She opened her mouth, parting her lips, like she was about to.say something more. I felt her breath on my face.

“Ellen, I love you, but you’ve been winding me up for weeks! I hope you know what you’re doing… what you’ve done-mmph” her mouth crushed her moist lips to mine, finding them parting for her tongue almost instantly.

“Mmmm, only you make me feel like this!” With her tongue delving seductively into my mouth, she took hold of my hand. Plunging my fingers into her panties, and began grinding down against my lap. “Wow! You’re already hard! Make me nice and wet for you. Then I want to take whatever punishment you think is appropriate. “

I hesitated but she spun herself beneath me with surprising strength, pulling me down with her. With my body weight pushing my flatmate down against the mattress. 

“Do anything you want. You deserve it. Do you want me to beg?” she whimpered beneath me. This was Ellen, who had spent the last few weeks fucking her black lover while leading me on. Now, she was begging to be punished, fondled, and fucked. Making quick work of Eleanor’s panties, I stared openly at Eleanor’s wet pussy. “Was Jerome not enough for you?”

She pressed her throbbing mound against my hand. “Please, won’t you at least finger me? You’re so much better at it than him. When I finger myself, I imagine you… I always did. Remember the time by the pool?” Seeing a look of shock on my face, she giggled. “Surprised? I always think of you when I do it. That’s not bad is it?”

Both shoulder straps were half-way down her arms, and she was showing way too much of her mouth watering breasts, which I couldn’t keep my eyes off. As we stared at each other, silently daring each other to make the first move, Ellen molded herself into me, smiled and batted her long eyelashes. She leaned up and bit my shoulder then licked my neck. I still fought against her seduction but then took my free hand and placed it between her tits with its back resting on the exposed tops of her breasts. She lowered my hand a little, pulling her top further down, so that the back of my hand was now resting against a very bare breast.

“Kiss me,” she said. And when she said she batted her eyes several more times, and believe me there was nothing on earth I wanted more at that moment than to kiss my beautiful girl. With one hand in her panties and the other cupping her breast it felt like the stars were aligning for some kind of magical conjunction. I could actually feel the attraction between us like fucking magnets.

“You have teased and tormented me for weeks! You’re definitely going to pay for this…” I saw an initial look of fear on Eleanor’s face, which turned into pleasure as I inserted a finger into her delicate sex.

“Ohhhhh Dadddddy! Yes! Fuck yes!” Tilting her head back against the bed, I pressed down against my hand. “This is what I want.” Moaning as I quickly added another finger inside her, I found my initial doubts dissipating into a single burning need to give her release. “Please Daddy, won’t you fuck me? I-I think I’m ready for you.”

Withdrawing my fingers from Eleanor’s pussy, I noticed how wet they were. I could smell the scent of her sex. Her pheromones invading my senses. My biological need to have sex taking over my sensibilities. The beautiful blonde obediently lay back, opening her mouth, and I placed my fingers to her lips. Her sparkling blue eyes did not leave mine as she sucked her own juices from my fingers. “Mmm Daddy, that tastes good! Is that really what I taste like?”

I suddenly thought of the excess sperm her black lover had spilled from his overused condom and wondered if she was really tasting just herself. She might just have conceived a black baby even though she took precautions. But then, biology took over once more. This was a competition. I wanted to mate with her. I wanted my sperm to inseminate her, not his. Gripping my stiffened member, I paused, as Ellen finished licking her juices from fingers with a look of passion in her eyes. Her legs opened, seemingly of their own accord, exposing her damp, pink panties to my gaze. Ellen’s breasts rose and fell beneath the pink silky fabric as I wrestled with my excitement. Her body trembled as she waited in anticipation of what I was about to do. 

I leaned forward and gently stroked her hair and tentatively touched her hardened nipples poking through her top. I touched her cheek gently and ran my hands down her neck and over her shoulders, slipping her bra straps off. She cooperated—sliding her arms out of her blouse and out of the bra. I let my hands wander down from her shoulders until they rested on her breasts. I fondled them for a minute, watching an expression of contentment grow on her face. Then I firmly slid my hands under her bra, pushing it down and out of the way. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting it fall into her lap. I watched as the lowering fabric revealed two pillowy soft breasts, small but pert with large perfectly round pointy nipples and they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. As she unveiled them they spilled out of their high position, but still held a firm perky position on her chest. Ellen took her right hand and squeezed her right nipple then grabbed her entire right breast.

“See—that wasn’t so bad,” Ellen teased. 

“Why don’t you finish the job?” She looked at me questioningly. “How about you take your panties off too.”

Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders, almost concealing her perfectly formed tits. Her tummy was taught, and her waist flared beautifully into her hips. She thought about my request and then reached down and slid her panties down her thighs revealing that she hadn’t shaved down there completely. 

“Help me,” she instructed. Then lifted her ass off the bed and slowly tugged the sides of her panties down. She had a cute triangle of hair over her pussy, and her thighs were smooth and inviting. As they passed under her ass, she sat back down and lifted her thighs. I took over and tugged her panties to just above her ankles, and left them there until she kicked them off to the foot of the bed. She lay naked and vulnerable before me and her naked body was breathtaking.

I did want to punish her. Take my frustrations out on her… but she was delicate and precious… just like her sister. Maybe Ellen was the wrong sister… but she was in the right place. I slowly traced one hand across her body. Starting at her hip, I lightly ran just my fingertips across the skin of her tight flat belly. Goosebumps formed on her skin as the sensations ran through her. Droplets of her excitement gathered on the red-gold curls of her mound. her legs were flexing and moving in response to my touch as my hand moved over her.

“Mmmm… so much better…” she moaned in approval.

Leaning forward, I kissed her beautiful breasts, gently biting the nipples, my hand descending over her fur covered mound, my finger finding her clitoris, rolling it out of the hood, softly stroking the super sensitive tip. She became even wetter, her pussy positively weeping her sexual juices as her body prepared for my entry into her warm center. My fingers now moved down, separating the delicate lips of her vagina, opening and gently pinching them. Eleanor’s hands were on either side of my head, her own head thrown back to thrust her breasts into my willing mouth. My fingers found the entrance to her recently fucked canal, slipping past the opening, sliding in, deeper and deeper. Her hips rolled up to meet my thrusting fingers, my palm now flat against the lips of her eagerly pulsing pussy.

Ellen reached down and grasped the hard length of my cock, softly stroking it, feeling the velvety head, her thumb catching the drops of fluid that leaked from the slit at the top. Rubbing it around and around the soft flesh. Her hips rocked back and forth, thrusting my length against her palms, mimicking the actions I would shortly use to take what she was so willingly offering me. I moved, kneeling between her wide spread legs, lifting her calves so her knees were flexed upward, her hips rolling back, her pussy opening to me like a flower. My head descended, my lips coming in contact with her clit, my tongue flicking out, twitching at the tip. An almost electric shock passed through her body, the sensations rolling up from her pussy, into her belly. She gasped as her back arched, pushing herself upward to meet my mouth and fingers. I could feel a climax start to build deep inside her and continued my onslaught. A few minutes later she was mewing and writhing as her orgasm sparked inside her, building and building itself even higher against the pressure of my lips on her pussy and my tongue, as it slipped into the opening of her pussy.

She exploded in an excited release, her copious juices flowing out over my tongue. Ellen’s soft cries of sexual fulfillment filled our little bedroom as her hands pulled my face hard against her quivering sex. Then she lay gasping as I rose up, towering over her, lifting my legs between hers. I propped myself up on my arms and looked into her amazing blue eyes. She watched as I moved closer to her. Pressing the head of my cock to her wet pussy, I rubbed it up and down in the moistness, searching for the opening. Finding it, I gently pressed forward as I moved beneath me, tilting her pussy upward to give me easier access. I wrapped her legs around my hips and put her arms around my neck. I gently pulled my face down to mine. Our lips met in a soft kiss. I rose above her again and I tensed as I felt my cock slide a little way into her wet opening. I stopped when I felt my subconscious mind scream out for protection. She opened her eyes to see my concerned face looking at her.

“I’ll go to the chemist in the morning… I promise. I need you to cum inside me tonight,” she whispered, reading my thoughts.

I felt so in love with her, just the two of us alone in that beautiful place, in a lover’s embrace. As we looked deep into one another’s eyes, I pushed a little harder. As my hips pivoted forwards I could feel the head of my hard cock open her well fucked vagina. Ellen’s pussy seemed to have a life of its own. It was flexing and pulling, trying to get me deeper inside her. As the pressure within her built, she gasped and bit down on her lower lip, her eyes tightly shut, her hips rolling upward, seeking more and more of me. When I heard her gasp, I pulled back and removed my cock from her hungry cunt and she whimpered in need.

“Are you okay?” She asked with a worried look.

“Oh God yes.” I whispered as her pussy ached for my cock.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes, yes! Please, take me now!”

I pressed my body to hers and I felt the head of my cock sliding between the lips of her pussy, moving up and gently bumping the super sensitive spot at the tip of her clit. Ellen’s hips were rolled back, ready to receive me. My penis slipped between the lips, separating them, seeking the opening to the warm channel below. It found its path, and I felt her pussy stretching and widening as it began to accept my length. I could feel its rigid hardness as it moved into her body. Ellen’s arms were raised to caress my shoulders, her legs around my hips, her pussy tilted upward to receive me. I slid inside her, deeper and deeper. I felt every unevenness, every fold, the division between the head of my cock and the shaft as I stretched her passage open. I felt my cock head touch her cervix, she felt me withdraw slightly, then push forward again. Ellen’s hands, where they had been stroking my shoulder, clasped into fists, her eyes scrunched tightly shut! She cried out and whimpered as the sensation of pleasure deep in her abdomen demanded more and I felt tears leak past her tightly closed eyes. 

“I’m… I’m… sorry…” suddenly she seemed overcome with… remorse? This was new. I stopped my movement within her pussy, holding myself still, straightening my arms to push my upper body away from hers while holding her hips steady, my hardness still deep inside her, throbbing but unmoving.

Through her tears  she said  “This… just this… and you.”

I reached over with one hand and wiped away the tears that had pooled in the hollows of her eyes. Leaning down, my lips kissed away the remaining moisture. I whispered loving words in her ears, soothing her, holding her, gentling her, and softly stroking her hair until she stopped sobbing. I lowered my chest until it came into contact with her breasts. This pulled my cock slightly back so that I was not buried so deeply in her pussy.

“We don’t need to do this, Ellen?” I asked, concern written all over my face.

“I’m sorry I can’t be-” Ellen sobbed  “what you need-” her shoulders lurched as she let out her emotions. Perhaps she did have some empathy after all? 

“I know I’ve complicated things by expecting too much…”

“You are amazing. I just-”

“You don’t need to explain.” I sighed and made to extract myself from her. But her hands were immediately back around my neck, her legs remained locked around my waist. My rock hard cock was still partially embedded in her slit. 

For an answer, she flexed her hips upward, driving a little more of me into me, seeking the completion of this glorious act we were sharing. I felt a sense of union down there, a widening of her vaginal canal that my hard male intruder was generating within her. I was destined to be joined to this woman. Wasn’t I? Marriage? Children? The feelings I was experiencing were those that I had never felt. Perhaps I should let myself get caught in whatever this elaborate trap was. Was she the right sister? Jessica–

I gasped as I felt her flexing hips pull my cock deeper inside her. I understood her actions and moved forward slightly, causing my cock to slip deeper into her snatch. There were no tears now. Only a feeling of being opened by me, opened to me.

“Just fuck me,” she whispered seductively.

I withdrew and thrust forward again and then again. Each thrust stretched her further and further, filling her, bringing a sense of completeness to what we had started. My hips rose and fell, thrusting my erection into her pussy, each forward thrust of my hips driving me deeper and deeper into her body. She looked down between us, seeing the length of my cock withdraw and then watching it disappear into her as I thrust forward, each thrust going deeper and deeper. I watched as the hard hair covered mound above my penis touched the mound above her vagina and I knew I was fully embedded in her. I felt my heavy balls slap into the crease of her ass. 

Ellen was right. I just needed this. And her. The glorious sensation of my cock burying itself in her pussy, knowing she was getting fucked by me. Bareback. My tingling manhood throbbing, my testicles tingling, readying themselves to blast my seed into her fertile womb. Eleanor’s back arched as the sensations started to build within her moving with hot sweet ripples towards a climax unlike anything she had ever known. I was holding my weight from her on my forearms, lying above her, stroking furiously into her open pulsing pussy. Ellen’s screams of pleasure echoed around the room as my plunging cock claimed what was mine. 

The top of my cock was now rubbing on the tip of her clit as I slid its length in and out of her. The sensations I generated with my movements were swiftly bringing her to orgasm. Ellen threw her head back, her hair flying across both of us as she started to cum, a shout escaping from her lips, her hips thrusting up to meet my downward thrusts. On and on I pounded into her, causing her climax to build and to sustain itself, driving her yet higher. As her orgasm finally subsided, I grabbed her legs. As I knelt between her thighs. I placed her legs over my shoulders and drove my hard cock even deeper into her unprotected pussy. As I hammered my steel-like organ into her open yielding vagina, I could actually see and feel another orgasm starting to build inside her. Her breasts flushed red and her nipples ripened. This was unbelievable! I didn’t know any women could have several orgasms like this.

My pounding became more intense as I felt my cock swell even bigger and start a hot throbbing. My testicles rose and I thrust down hard once, again, and a last time. Ellen felt me completely driving my cock into her and holding it there, pressing against the lips of her stretched pussy, mashing against her clit, a grunt escaping from me as she felt the first throbbing jet of my cum slam into her, driving her to yet newer and undreamed of heights! I slammed my thick, spasming cock up against Eleanor’s dilated cervix and held it there. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close, moaning with intense pleasure as she felt rope after rope of warm cum spurting into her womb. So taken was she with the sensation of my seed pouring into her that her own orgasm peaked at that moment. She bucked her hips and ground against me, calling out as the waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving only the sensations of joy and fulfillment.

At last, my climax passed and I collapsed forward, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs falling away from my hips to lie outstretched on either side of my body. Our breath mingled as she faced me, kissing me softly, telling me of her love for me. Ellen’s lightly freckled face was flushed and I felt goosebumps rise on the cheeks of her ass, on her arms, and over her breasts. I was still on top of her, and between her slick thighs. I lifted my chin to look her in the eye and she kissed me deeply, feeling my cock softening inside her stretched canal, starting to slip away.

She raised her hips slightly and my cock slipped out of her pussy. I felt the mixture of my cum and her pussy juices slide out of her slit, slipping down over her ass and pooling on the bed sheets. She gathered me in my arms and kissed me again and again. Never had I felt so cherished or protected as I did at that moment. The sensations that radiated up from her abdomen, spreading throughout her body were wonderful! I wanted this to go on and on, to do it again! She started to move beneath me, pushing her pussy up against me. I threw back my head and laughed saying “Not now, not now! Soon, but not now!”

“You make me feel so warm inside. I can feel your sperm inside of me. It’s wonderful!”

We did do it again that night before falling asleep, and much sooner than I thought possible! If anything, it was even better. Ellen knew she had a man who loved her, wanted her and would do anything to please her. I also knew I had a woman who wanted me and would do anything to please me. What we had just experienced was not just sex; it was an act of love. There is so much difference between raw sex and making love. Each has its place, but making love is far better.

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We made love again in the morning and I never did ask her if she found the time to go to the chemist. If Ellen wanted my sperm inside her and not Jerome’s then I had made my peace with that. I felt wanted and in that moment of ejaculation, even loved. I was special. I was something more to her than Jerome could ever be. Our sex meant something to her… I just didn’t know what?

As the week progressed I shared flirty messages with Ellen’s little sister and knew I had to make a choice… Jessica proclaimed that she was the right sister for me and that Eleanor would bring me nothing but misery. Part of me knew she might have a point. But at that moment, Ellen and I had found a sweet spot in our relationship and I didn’t want to jeopardise that. By Thursday my studies were suffering and I needed to put in an all nighter in order to make my deadline for the next day. I drank as much coffee as my bladder could take and set myself up in the spare room with my headphones and a long music mix. I wasn’t surprised when Jerome appeared later that evening, to help Ellen with their latest project but for some reason, this time, I didn’t feel threatened. All it took was a little communication between my blonde lover and me. She knew how I felt now and although there were no promises I knew she respected me enough not to be so obvious with Jerome. I wasn’t naive. I knew she still saw Jerome in her classes at Uni and I knew she worked with him. 

It was late. Eleanor and Jerome ate together and brought me in some food but I didn’t actually see or hear much from them, they clearly had assignments that needed completing and… I actually trusted them. Then I heard something. I immediately hit pause and ripped the headphones from my ears, straining to confirm what I thought I’d caught in the gap between songs. There it was again; the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning in sexual pleasure. I glanced at the clock on my laptop – 2:27am. I hadn’t even heard Jerome go home, but assumed he must have. I assumed wrong. It was clear Ellen was having sex. I was a little shaken. I thought I must have been mistaken. She wouldn’t do this to me, not now, things had just fallen into place for us. My heart sank as I listened; it wasn’t unusual to hear them through the thin walls of our tiny apartment, but I couldn’t believe the amount of detail I could make out; Ellen seemed to be especially vocal, and every lovely moan was clearly audible, along with a good amount of heavy breathing, high-pitched giggles and the distinct slap of flesh as they fucked.

I guess I was wrong. It was all gone, the love, the trust, especially the trust. Everything we had wished for, and worked for, gone in an instant. I was tired, worn out and I found I was crying. I had felt my relationship with Ellen evaporate right before my very eyes. I couldn’t believe the woman I had just made love to, that I had chosen to be with, the blonde sister who I accepted and was willing to sacrifice for… no longer cared for my company. She cared for his company more. Focusing intently, I was able to hear Ellen next door give out a low, desperate groan and pay Jerome’s endowment a rather explicit compliment as clearly as if I were right there in the room with them. The steady slap of skin on skin combined with the lack of creaking springs or thudding headboard made me wonder as to what position he had her in – standing and bent over her desk, maybe? The desk was closer to my room than the bed; maybe that was an explanation for how clearly I could hear them?

They were having sexual intercourse and didn’t care that I was in the next room. Their addiction to each other overriding any need to protect me from the awful truth. She had given herself to him and he was never going to turn down that offer. I wouldn’t. Her pale flesh contrasting against his dark skin. His big black cock pressing deeper into her pink flesh than I could ever go. Ellen had eviscerated my heart and my soul. I had lost her, my best friend and my soulmate. Jealously consumed me and I felt like an empty shell. I was barren and obsolete. I felt like a completely broken man. I was dead inside. My penis didn’t understand, poor thing. On hearing Eleanor’s sexual mewing it hardened, tenting my boxers, responding to her moans like a call to arms. Unable to resist, I pulled my nowrock hard cock from my boxers and sat up on the bed, and as the tears streamed down my face, I began to stroke to the erotic sounds. I needed to put on my headphones. I needed to forget her and finish my assignment – it was almost done. I rubbed my thumb over my tip as I considered this, biting my lip and closing my eyes from the intense pleasure as I spread precum over the head, getting it nice and slippery before I resumed my steady pumping. 

My curiosity quickly got the better of me and I closed my laptop and slowly stood, rising from the spare bed as quietly as I could and creeping over to the door in the darkness, determined to hear as much detail as possible. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I eased the door open; my heart pounding in my chest and my cock throbbing in my hand. I silently gasped at the sudden increase in volume and clarity. Her blissful moans, his labored breathing, the incessant, graphic and immediately identifiable sound of tight, wet pussy being deeply and consistently fucked – how could it all be so loud? I opened the door in the tiniest increments I could, revealing the hallway in virtual silence. The mystery of the volume was instantly solved; the hallway was filled with flickering light. Our bedroom door was wide open; they must have gotten down to business in a drunken hurry. I grinned to myself, slowly stepping out from the pitch black of my room and backing across to the other side of the hall, easing to the right so I could see into the room from as far back as possible so as to remain out of sight. 

It was clear from what I was hearing that they had no concern about being overheard and weren’t likely to hear me moving around either. Our bedroom, glowing in the half-light from a lamp in the far corner, was slowly revealed as I moved back. A trail of clothes – a shirt, jeans, what looked like a little black dress, a flash of purple lace that could only be a thong – lay discarded on the floor, leading to our bed. My theory was clearly correct – it lay unoccupied and messy. To see the desk I would have to step further into the light from the room, but a glance down at my straining cock confirmed that there was no going back at this point. Giving it a firm squeeze mid-stroke and taking a deep breath, I took a step to my right..My jaw dropped as I took in the utterly pornographic scene before me. They were nowhere near the desk. I had totally forgotten about the armchair opposite the bed. Right there, maybe ten feet from me, in plain sight, was a truly perfect, round, juicy ass. An ass which – totally defying any expectation I had – was absolutely smothered with oil. Slippery and shiny, lube dripped down her gorgeous cheeks and onto his thighs as she rode him, her hips and thighs working together to bounce that unbelievable booty up and down in his lap, her back beautifully arched to push her ass out and her dainty feet hooked over his thighs to anchor her. I exhaled slowly, barely keeping my composure, my hand a blur on my iron-hard dick as I focused on the action. Her moans were briefly muffled, replaced by the sound of wet, enthusiastic kisses as they made out, his hands gripping her thighs as she continued to slam her thick butt against his muscular thighs.

I edged closer, taking in the details. Both of them were completely dripping wet with oil and sweat. Jerome’s balls were visibly swollen; huge and pulsating, while his cock stood straight upright as he slouched low in the seat; he looked to have about an inch or two on me, and impressively thick. Her exaggerated bouncing revealed a flash of thick, purple-tinged tip at the top of each thrust – he was clearly also a fan of Eleanor’s moves. For her part, she too was visibly enjoying herself; his cock, already glistening with the straining condom she forced him to wear, was coated with thick, white cream. As I watched, a drop of it ran slowly down over his balls and dripped into the small pool of lube on the hardwood floor between his feet. Each time she slammed her bubble butt down on him it smeared her cum over his cock; her deliciously wet pussy was clenched tight, her juicy pink lips wrapped around his black cock, visibly gripping on her upstroke as if it didn’t want to let his dick go. And just above that, her cute little pink asshole winked enticingly, as shiny with lube as the rest of her.

Almost as if he read my mind, Jerome slid one hand up, taking in the beautiful curve of her luscious ass before resting on one cheek, the tips of his two middle fingers together on her lewdly exposed butthole. She giggled playfully before treating both of us to an excited moan as he began to rub his fingers in circles on and around her pink star, moving them in time with her ongoing twerking. I subconsciously fell into the same rhythm as I pumped my hand up and down my own cock, twisting it over the tip with each stroke, breathing heavily as I enjoyed the show whilst horribly jealous of the infinitely more desirable treatment Jerome’s dick was getting. I was slowly losing control, beginning to thrust my hips, driving my cock into my hand as the pleasure intensified. Just as I was beginning to wonder how long Jerome could stand this, and how long Ellen could keep up the intense bouncing rhythm, she straightened up, sitting upright and groaning with pleasure, his cock buried deep in her pussy, her plump, round ass cheeks resting in his lap. She kept her back arched, raising her hands up to run them through her long, straight blonde hair as she began to grind her hips in slow circles. Jerome moaned his approval, his hands exploring her body, moving up and down from her juicy thighs across her midriff to grope her tits and, from what I could make out from her receptive moans, play with her nipples. 

My mouth hung open, my hand gripping my cock tighter still as I watched in awe, struggling to comprehend Eleanor’s confidence and skill as she played with her own hair, lap-dancing on his dick to music only she could hear. The bottom of her silky, dead-straight hair stuck to her lower back, as soaked with oil as her perfect ass was. Jerome clearly didn’t feel like it was enough – my gaze was drawn away from her gyrating body to follow his hand to the half-full bottle on the nightstand between their armchair and his bed. He slowly drizzled a generous splash of oil over her ass, rubbing it in while she worked her hips, moaning softly as the lube flowed freely down over her already saturated curves. She leaned down and whispered something to him that I couldn’t catch, and he groaned his approval, quickly throwing the bottle aside. I edged closer still, inches from the doorway as she lifted her legs, placing her feet flat on the chair on either side of him. She giggled as her oily hands slipped on his chest, pushing herself up, her pussy dragging up his cock agonizingly slowly. She rested her hands on his muscular shoulders, checking her footing was secure as she wiggled her hips, her booty jiggling enticingly, her asshole winking as she squeezed her pussy tight on his engorged cock – another groan from Jerome was quickly followed by a firm slap of her peachy ass. She squealed playfully in mock surprise, the cute sound quickly turning to a moan of pleasure as she began to ease herself down once more. She quickly picked up a rhythm, squatting on Jerome’s steely cock and bouncing, her knees repeatedly bending, her back arched and her thighs pumping.

I was stroking fast and hard with no restraint as I forced myself to watch the show; the light reflecting on her perfectly round, lubed up bubble butt; Jerome’s black condom covered dick soaked with juices from her tight, wet, pink pussy, the apartment filled with the explicit sounds of wet, energetic fucking and enthusiastic, uninhibited moaning as my dream babe showed off her impressive moves. Precum flowed freely from the tip of my cock, my hand soaked with it as I pumped it up and down my shaft. The point of no return was fast approaching, and I wasn’t the only one working towards a deep, satisfying climax.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!” – Ellen was getting steadily more vocal, an explicit moan accompanying each bounce now as she fucked her way closer to orgasm. Her head was thrown back, one hand still on Jerome’s chest while the other went out of my sight – her twitching elbow making it clear she was quickly and steadily working her clit. Jerome’s fingers dug into the firm, juicy flesh of her ass cheeks just as her moans stopped, replaced by a silent scream which slowly faded into an agonised groan of sheer ecstasy. His cock pumped up into her, maintaining the rhythm as her thighs betrayed her, her hips almost trying to twist away from the source of the intense pleasure surging through her gorgeous body. She squealed and moaned almost hysterically, one hand still focused on her clit as her entire body shuddered and shook. I gasped and gripped the head of my cock as my vision momentarily blurred, biting my lip as I thrust my dick repeatedly into my precum-soaked grip, cum surging from my swollen balls, oozing through my fingers. I lost myself for a moment, eyes closed in bliss as my orgasm mirrored hers.

Finally I came to my senses as Ellen folded her legs forward, dropping back onto her knees, driving her pussy down his cock before it slid up one last time as she collapsed forward onto Jerome’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder as she continued to grind her hips almost subconsciously on his still-hard cock. He chuckled almost smugly as he enjoyed her climax, taking the opportunity to shamelessly grope and fondle her booty as her pussy slowly but surely slid off of his dick. They whispered to each other as she caught her breath, giggling softly at whatever he was saying as I quietly slipped away from his doorway and back into my own room. I eased my door closed and crept back to the bed and my laptop, wiping my penis clean on a nearby shirt as I went – a trip to the bathroom now to clean up properly definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed.

I lay back on the bed, breathing slow and deep as I replayed the scene in my head. The strength of my orgasm left me completely spent. Nothing that followed could elicit enough response for me to continue stroking. Not the creaking floorboards as she got down on her knees next door; not the ten or so minutes of loud, enthusiastic slurping that followed as she sucked his dick; not his urgent moans and groans as she brought him closer; not the unmistakable sound of him stroking his cock fighting to be heard over her lewd demands as she begged for his cum on her face, in her mouth, all over her; not even her exaggerated moans and satisfied giggles as he sprayed her with what I can only imagine must have been an enormous load.

As I listened to Ellen talking to Jerome in the afterglow of their sex, reality slammed into my consciousness. In the next few minutes, I realised so many things. I realised that the woman I loved was always going to betray me with him; I sensed the cracks forming and racing through my heart. I realised she was giving her pussy to another man simply because she needed him more than she needed me. She cared about him and her own needs more than mine. He was nothing like me. He was taller, dark skinned and he had bigger dick than me; I could feel the cracks propagating faster, growing wider and in greater numbers. I lost hope in our future. After all, I can learn, I can change what I do, how I do it and when I do it. But I can’t make myself taller or my dick bigger. I realised that Jerome and Eleanor would always know that she preferred his black cock over mine. My face burned with shame and humiliation; I felt chips beginning to fleck from the edges of my heart. Finally, I realised that my loving girlfriend didn’t love me – she conspired to be with him as often as she could be and this time had fucked him in our bed. Our Fucking Bed! I felt my heart shatter like a dropped crystal. What had been beautiful, precious and more valuable than my life, was now only razor sharp shards and slivers scattered dangerously over my life. I can still hear my internal screams, “How could someone I love so much, humiliate me and denigrate me so completely? How? Why?” I was vaguely aware of the sound of them taking turns cleaning up in the bathroom as I diligently completed my assignment. The silence that followed confirmed that they had both fallen into a deep, satisfied sleep. I left the apartment around 10am the next morning long before the lovers had woken up. The honeymoon was over, our sweet spot faded, the relationship we had… whatever it was… had ended. Eleanor was back with Jerome and I vowed to call Jessica as soon as I could. Jessica was right and I was wrong.

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I called Jessica as soon as I had finished my lectures. Hearing her voice, hearing her laugh at my jokes, it put all worries out of my head. “I want to see you,” I said, “I’m coming back home for the weekend.”

“You know where I live.”

“I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Then why are we still talking on the phone?”

Eighteen minutes later (Friday rush hour) I arrived. It was a little darker than I’d expected it to be this early in the evening when I parked my car outside my parents house. I looked up at the second-story bedroom window in the house next door; there was a lamp on, but I couldn’t tell if it was from her room or hallway beyond. There was a bit of a breeze to chill the skin on an otherwise warm night, but I wished I had grabbed my jacket. I didn’t want to go back to my apartment to collect my things. I wanted to spare myself the pointless confrontation. Plus I knew I had enough old clothes at my parents house to last through the weekend. I walked up to our next door neighbours front door and knocked five times, fairly sharply but not enough for my parents to be alerted next door, and took a step back. A minute went by without a sound from inside the house. I concluded that no-one was there, and resigned myself to go see my parents after all. I coughed with nervousness outside her door and then with trembling hands I knocked a final time. This time I heard stirring and as another minute passed I wondered just what the hell was I doing? As I was stepping away the door opened just a crack and Jessica poked her head out. “Hey, you ok?” she asked quietly.

“Hey, Jessica,” I greeted her. No light went on, but she opened the door a little more and I saw she was wearing a robe. She must have already prepared for bed, and I quietly cursed that I wasn’t able to get out this way earlier.

“Ellen again?”

“Yeah, kinda,” I answered.

Jessica frowned but looked at me with a sadness in her eyes. She knew what I was going through. Maybe she had seen it all before. Suddenly her green eyes sparkled and she smiled. The redhead then stepped forward and met at the door in an expansive hug. But the casual observer would have noticed that the warm and casual hug soon migrated into a long and intensive kiss that would have given evidence of serious sexual intent. The holding and kissing quickly became familiar and she came to her senses… “You need to come inside. Let’s not draw attention to ourselves out here.”

We both entered the kitchen where Sophie, Jessica’s Mom was busy prepping food. She was wearing a bright summer dress. It was pretty, and she looked terrific. Sophie’s strawberry-blonde hair was down, hanging around her freckled face. For a second or so I might have stared at her with my mouth open. It was clear where her girls got their looks from. I tried to stop that line of thought. After all, she was the mother of my… girlfriend? Best best friend? And she had become my friend too.

I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of the dress. It crossed my mind that other than sandals and maybe a thong, she was wearing nothing more than that flimsy summer dress. Then I wondered if she was even wearing a thong. I sighed knowing I would never find out. I knew that I had lusted after Ellen since we became neighbors and although she was twice Ellen’s age she could almost pass for her eldest daughter.

“I thought I heard knocking,” she laughed, “No one ever seems to just knock anymore. What are you doing back here?” She asked while going about her work.

“Oh… I’m…” what was I doing here?

“He’s having girlfriend problems.” Jessica announced.

Sophie stopped. “Ellen?” Jessica nodded.

“I’m sorry,” Sophie turned towards me and sighed, “I really had high hopes that having some responsibility and independence might have softened her a bit. I know she likes you. She’s always had difficulty expressing her feelings. Has she done something stupid?” 

I nodded. I wondered if I should mention Jerome. I wondered if I didn’t, would Jessica rat him out. It was Jessica who responded.

“Can I take him upstairs where we can talk in private?”

Sophie smiled a crooked smile and raised an eyebrow, “So… my teenage daughter, my youngest daughter, wants to take a boy up into her room?”

Jessica looked hurt, “Hey, I’m only the youngest by ten minutes! I’ll be eighteen next month! Ellen spent hours alone with him!”

“Oh, I think I touched a nerve there,” Sophie laughed and winked at me, “She’s come out fighting. I think my littlest one has a crush on you?”

“Mom!”

“Of course you can take him upstairs. I trust him, he’s been nothing but caring and supportive of us since we moved here.” Sophie said and Jessica nodded in agreement. Her Mom looked at her, then at me and then back to the redhead, breathing deeply, “By the way, I approve… but you may have to answer to Ellen if you have eyes for him.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“No problem.”

We stood there for a second and Sophie noticed that I had been staring at Jessica. She smiled. “Maybe you chose the wrong sister.” She said to me with a grin and Jessica’s green eyes sparkled. I was flabbergasted. Was it that obvious? Even to her Mom?

“I better get back to this food prep,” she mumbled, and then out of her daughter’s earshot, “Jessica really likes you too”. Jessica grabbed some drinks for us and bounded upstairs.

“Thanks Sophie.” She stopped me as I tried to walk around her and follow her youngest daughter up the stairs.

“Seriously, try to forget about whatever Ellen has done. Listen to what Jessica has to say. If you need anything, we are all here for you. We understand.”

“I wish it was that easy,” I replied.

“If you can’t forgive Eleanor… Jessica will be eighteen in a few more days.”

I laughed as I didn’t know what to say. She was quite perceptive. I wish her eldest daughter was. Sophie went back to her cooking and I made my way up the stairs. When I entered Jessica’s bedroom, the little redhead smiled at me. I returned the smile but without much confidence. 

“My Mom loves you.”

“I think she knows more than she’s letting on.”

“She knows I love you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“I know my sister has her claws in you, just like she manipulates Jerome, she controls your feelings too. You need someone who just wants you. I understand that. It’s what I need. I know I’m not going to be able to break my sister’s spell on you overnight… But I aim to try. Starting now.”

“I’m in love with Ellen. Is it not weird-”

“I’m just glad you decided to come. I want you to put her behind you. Behind us, so you can come home.” I just stared at her. Her smile dimmed a bit, but she was sincere.

“I’m sorry you’re hurt, but she does this. She doesn’t love you, I hope you see that. She just wants you there for her. As a friend.”

“As a friend who fucks me, then fucks some back guy when it suits her.”

“Please stop thinking like that. She’s not cheating on you. She is not even your girlfriend.”

“I’m not the first guy in history to be cuckolded by a more endowed man. You know how that makes me feel? I’m pathetic.”

She sighed and continued, “You’re not pathetic. I love you. Only you. I miss you. I need you.” She held out her hand and I took it in mine and directed me to the space beside her on her bed. “Forget about her. Let me help you forget about her.”

I’m not even sure how it all started. One minute we were sitting on her bed. Then we got a little closer, brushing against each other, exchanging casual touches. It was just like old times with Ellen… the comfort, the feelings, the attraction. We didn’t even bring the topic up, it just happened. She reached to brush a piece of hair off my cheek and her hand lingered. I held her hand against my face before I turned and kissed her palm. We looked at each other and smiled, before we brought our lips together. Those perfect, full lips that I’ve always loved… they were pressed against mine. So soft, so full, so warm. I could taste the strawberry juices still on her lips, I could feel the warmth of her body, I could smell her familiar scent. It was intoxicating.

She ran her fingers up into my hair as I slid my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. Parting my lips very slowly, and feeling my heart jump as I felt her respond. I actually felt something inside of me flutter as our tongues touched ever so briefly at first… then slid against each other. Stroking, caressing, probing. Tasting as much of her as I could. I could have stayed just like that… locked in her arms, in her kiss. My penis stirred and I felt myself getting harder with every heartbeat. But I didn’t want this moment to end.

I don’t know how long we drank each other in. Hands caressing each other… hair, faces, necks, shoulders, legs. It was sweet torture. So was pulling away from those delicious lips… now a little swollen as were mine. Her gaze dropped and as I followed it I realised she had her hand on my hip and was slowly moving it up my side. I sat back just a little to allow her to continue her explorations. Down my side, around the curve of my ass, gripping the hardness of it in her hand. My cock instantly hardened even more with her hand that close. And she looked up at me before running her fingers across it, sending shocks down my spine. First brushing it lightly, then stroking it with her fingertip.

It was a close run thing but Jessica, in that moment, was the most stunning looking person I had ever seen. Copper curls cascaded around a beautiful face with piercing green eyes and luscious red lips and I actually felt a tingle in my testicles. My eyes moved down further over her rounded breasts, tight waist and perfect arse encased in blue denim and I noticed how her nipples pressed through the light top. My eyes closed as I felt her cheek press against my temple, the soft lips kissing my flesh like a comforting caress. I just wanted to exist in her embrace like this forever. It mattered not that I had been intimate with her sister. All that mattered was this time with her and I could feel it radiating from her body as it pressed so intimately against mine.

I found my face buried into the crook of her smooth neck, the sting of unshed tears filling my eyes as my arms enfolded her closer. My fingers splayed out along her back as I felt her own move along mine in a comforting caress. I couldn’t make out the words that she spoke softly into my ear. But I could feel the tension in my body begin to withdraw. Our lips met slowly and I don’t even recall looking up to see her face. Instead, I surrendered just to this moment in her arms. My lips parted beneath hers in an open invitation to take what she would from me. My fingers pressed into her back and I could feel Jessica arch into my hard form, the outline of her somewhat familiar soft curves pressing into me. I drank from her deeply and she, from me. I wanted to crawl up into her and just get lost in this helpless power that she had over me from the first moment I had met her. My hands were on her tiny waist when she gasped, “This is happening so fast,”

“Too fast?”

She kissed me hard. “Not fast enough.”

As my eyes closed, my hands dropped along her body. And I realised my hand was on her thigh. So warm, so firm. I gently stroked it back and forth with my fingers. Digging my nails just slightly into the soft flesh under her jeans. Each time moving a little higher…and a little higher. The higher my hand moved the harder and quicker her fingers moved on my chest… my arms… my back. Jessica was lithe and fast, with her long, auburn hair and big green eyes, freckles scattered across her nose. Her red hair shone and her green eyes were wide and inviting. Her figure was astonishing, like her mother and sisters, she was a perfect package. The sunlight from dusk poured through the windows as we sat there on the bed beside each other.

We didn’t talk, we didn’t have to. We already seemed to know each other so well. She slid her top up and over her head, tossing it aside and I watched in awe as she revealed a lacy white half bra. Even good girls like foxy lingerie. It lifted her small breasts up and pulled them together, so she had this magnificent cleavage. She moved to unfasten her bra. “Wait, wait, let me do it.”

I was going to do it, but I wanted to do something else first. I kissed the swells where her upper breasts spilled over the top of the bra. Then I ran my tongue back and forth in that beautiful cleft that the bra made between her tits. Then with shaking hands, I undid the clasp between the cups. I held the bra over her breasts for a while, then slowly, slowly let it down to reveal her beautiful orbs. I filled my hands with them. So soft, yet firm, with pink areolas and perky nipples. She helped me out of my t-shirt and we wrapped our arms around each other in another, skin to skin embrace. Neither of us could let go and we brought our lips together again… pressing them together almost as hard as Jessica’s breasts poked into my chest. We were a perfect fit… her perky tits pressed tightly against mine… our nipples grazing against each other as we pulled ourselves even closer together. Like we were trying to get into the same skin.

I pulled away long enough to step back, and sit down on the bed. I slid across the soft comforter and pulled her down alongside me. Making the pause of our kiss as brief as possible, I devoured her lips with mine again. Her body stretched out against mine… completely intertwined …hands, arms legs…it was almost as if we had become one body. I left her lips to trail across her pink cheek, and down her neck… nuzzling the spot where I sensed she placed a dab of perfume. My hands met my lips on the top curve of her gorgeous breast…. covering it with kisses as I lifted her hard nipple up to my mouth.

We both moaned as I slid my tongue across the hard nub… teasing it and making it stand even harder in the cool air. Lapping at it as I held her other breast in my hand, caressing that nipple in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue. Wrapping my lips gently around it as I drew it into my mouth and sucked it. I felt her hands wandering over my back, through my hair as I continued to lavish her breasts with loving attention. I twisted my body so I was at her side. I let my hand move up, up, until my palm rested on her breast. She closed her eyes. I gently kneaded the soft swell, noting they were smaller than Ellen’s but just as well formed; small but firm.

“I’ve never felt this way about a girl before,” I said panting, “Not this fast.”

“You’re amazing. My sister was right about one thing… your touch takes me to heaven.” 

Before I could respond she kissed me. Then she rubbed her thumb across my lips. “Lipstick.”

If she’d slapped me I wouldn’t have been more shocked. She’d done the exact same thing last weekend. Her fingertip removed the smudge from my lips. The exact same thing. But… it didn’t feel the same. There was something about the gesture that didn’t feel right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. She might do the exact same thing, sure, it was cute. I’d liked it when she did it. I liked it now. But it didn’t feel the same. I looked up into her sparkling green eyes… and felt like I was looking at a stranger.

This wasn’t Jessica. It was Rachel. I was sure of it.

She leaned down and we kissed and a tremor ran through my body. “What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said, but I couldn’t control my face, or my voice.

“Honey, what?”

I thought of an honest lie. “I almost said those three little words, and it’s too soon for that.” I touched her cheek with my fingertips.

She looked at me with such tenderness it broke my heart. “It is too soon.”

“I know,” I interrupted, “But right now, with how beautiful you look, I can’t stop how I feel.”

She took my hand, lifted her shirt, and put it against her bare breast. “It’s hard for me too.”

The room whirled around me. I didn’t know if this was Jessica, or Rachel. I didn’t know if I cared. All I did know was that the warm breast in my palm felt wonderful.

“When is Rachel coming home?”

“Soon.”

My thumb circled her nipple. Her eyes slowly closed and she lowered her head until our foreheads touched. “How soon?”

“Too soon,” she whispered.

It turned out to be thirty seconds later. We heard the garage door going up, so we had time to disengage, adjust our clothing and take a few deep breaths. Rachel came up the stairs carrying two shopping bags and said, “Hmmmm… suspicious! You kids weren’t being naughty, were you?”

“No,” Jessica giggled.

I didn’t giggle. I goggled. Today, both twins had their hair down… Rachel’s hair no longer had any hint of dye in it, her hair was identical in colour and style to Jessica’s. They both even wore jeans and T-shirts. They both wore red lipstick. They looked exactly alike. I couldn’t tell them apart. No way. I couldn’t tell which one I was in love with. My mind couldn’t comprehend that the girl walking up the stairs wasn’t the girl I’d been with the week before. And the feeling I had that I’d just been making out with Rachel was strong as ever.

“Do you need any help bringing things up?” I asked.

“Oh, no thanks,” Rachel said, and she smiled at me, and it was Jessica smiling back at me. I felt it in my bones. 

I tried to stop and think about why I was feeling this way. Was I scared of being manipulated? Was I worried that the sisters had been talking behind my back… Conspiring behind my back? I remembered overhearing the twins talking when I first met Jessica. I remembered that Ellen had contacted them and they in turn had contacted her… To warn her I was on my way home. Ellen always made me feel like I was just some pawn in a giant game I didn’t understand. Was I still in the game? I started to panic. I had to get out of there, right now. I had to think. I had to scream. “Oh, I haven’t seen my parents yet, are they home?” I asked.

Rachel checked the window behind me. “Their car is outside the house.”

“I forgot, I’m supposed to call my Mom to tell her when I’m coming in for dinner tonight. Always have dinner with my folks.”

“That’s so sweet,” Jessica said. “You can use our phone.”

“Actually, I should get going, I have things to do around the house.” I gave her a sly smile. “I hadn’t planned on rushing over here before telling my parents… what happened.”

“Ooh, what  happened?” Asked the twin who had recently arrived.

“I’ll tell you later,” said the twin I had recently kissed. She smiled Ellen’s smile. This was too complicated! “Let me walk you to the door.”

At my parents front door Jessica put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. “It’s crazy. I just met you, and I feel like I know you so well.”

“Me too,” I lied.

“It can be so hard to trust someone this much, but I knew the second I met you that you would never do anything to hurt me.”

“I never would,” I said, and meant it.

“Go home, talk to you Mom.”

“I can’t wait to tell her about you.”

She liked that, she smiled and her green eyes shone. I kissed her goodbye. I watched her go back towards her house. I opened the door to my parents house and stepped inside. My hands were shaking. Was I crazy? Was it conceivable that these two girls were taking turns with me? I couldn’t imagine that Jessica would be twisted enough to do something like this. But did I even know who Jessica was? Who did I meet that first night? Who did I go to dinner with? Whose breast had I touched? Were they all the same person? Did I really want to know?

I tried to think. The most obvious and direct solution was to ask “Jessica” if maybe they’d played a little game with me. I could just imagine her reaction-outrage would be perfectly reasonable. No, I’d have to figure this out on my own. Maybe I just had an overactive imagination. Ellen had me fearful of shadows. Was this some complicated conspiracy? Maybe I was overreacting… But I didn’t think so.

My Mom confronted me as soon as she saw me. She didn’t need to know that something was up between Eleanor and me, Ellen had already called her earlier that evening wondering where I was. I told her a truth, of sorts, that living together was proving to be difficult. I let her believe that as she was a girl and I was a boy and we were experiencing a few… incompatibilities. She accepted this but had her suspicions, she knew about Jessica and me… our blossoming friendship. But she didn’t say anything. She just smiled and told me that everything would work out fine. Whatever was going on, she was happy to have me home. I headed to my old bedroom, dug through my desk and found a college-ruled 3-subject notebook. I got out a pen and wrote, “August 14”. I wrote a brief description of what had happened the night I met Jessica. Then I wrote entries for the last two weeks, including Ellen and Jerome’s activities. I labeled the next two sections “Number 1” and “Number 2”. The girl I met in the grocery store I called Number 1. The girl I’d just made out with was Number 2. I would keep try to come up with a dossier on each twin, trying to find the tiny differences between them that would help me prove or debunk my hypothesis. That’s how I referred to the twin I had fallen in love with: “Number 1”.

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The next few days did nothing to help me solve the mystery. I hated spending time with Eleanor and found more and more elaborate reasons to just stay clear of her and the apartment. “Number 1” and I spent more and more time together and I was shocked to have somehow managed to avoid even speaking to either of the twins over the last nine months. Joseph and Sophie next door seem to encourage our blossoming relationship and my parents loved Jessica when they were introduced to her as my “girlfriend”. They had no idea what was going on with Ellen but they weren’t blind or stupid, they could see there was a deepening chasm opening up between us. I had few friends but when they met Jess, they loved the fact that she had a twin sister even more. To a man, they asked me to fix them up. To a man, I said no. I lied and told them that Rachel had just gotten over a bad breakup and wasn’t ready to date. Over and over they asked me, “How the hell do you tell them apart?”

They pestered me, and I ignored them. I didn’t ignore my dilemma. I tried my best to figure out if the twins were playing some sick game, or if I was the sick one. The results were inconclusive. I filled the notebook with observations, insights, suspicions. I took lots of pictures of Jessica, and she never objected. I took several pictures of the twins together, and again, no problem. I studied those photos as closely as a CIA analyst looking for nuclear sites in Iraq. My frantic eye could discern no obvious physical differences. None. Zero. Same height, to the centimeter. Same weight, to the gram. Same smile, same lips, same eyes, same hair. Both girls had wonderful hair, bright red, bordering on orange hair. I tried detecting subtle differences in the shadings and patterns of how they applied their makeup. I couldn’t. They were the same, as if they were the same person. With the same DNA, experiences and upbringing I could see how they would develop the same tastes in fashion, food and music. They were perfect copies of each other.

It wasn’t just their faces that were identical. I started looking for tiny differences that wouldn’t be easy to mimic. Problem was, they didn’t have any tiny differences. No birthmarks, no scars, no blemishes. Their skin was pure as milk. I made a careful study of Jessica’s fingernails, to see if, say, the nail on her index finger suddenly grew a half inch. Nothing. I gave her massages and memorised the pattern of freckles on her neck. They never changed. One night our kissing became even more intense than usual, and she took her shirt off and let me suck on her small, pink nipples. As I suckled her I carefully catalogued the shape, size, and taste of her nipples. The next four times I got her shirt off, and my tongue brought her buds to perfect rosy tips, they looked the same. Tasted the same. I surfed the Internet for tips on lifting and analyzing fingerprints, but Jessica was always conscientious about cleaning up after dinner and washing the dishes, so I couldn’t get her prints off her glasses. It was like they were identical down to a molecular level. Jessica was 10 minutes younger than Rachel. That was it.

What about their friends? I hoped that the people who had known the twins the longest could help me figure things out. It turned out that while Jessica and Rachel were very friendly girls, and knew lots of people, they didn’t have what you would call close friends, buddies, pals. They had each other for that. But they didn’t live on an island, and so I met their old neighbours and a few friends from school. And every single one of them asked me the same question five minutes after I met them, “So, do YOU know how to tell them apart? Because I can’t.”

Ellen would make a fuss of me when I returned to our apartment during the week. We would even sleep together and I happily and willingly had sex with her… but Jerome was always there too. When she wasn’t screwing me, she was screwing him, and as soon as her attention was off me… I would head home to hang out with the twins. Ellen didn’t seem happy about me seeing Jessica but it was hard for her to object when she was being fucked so regularly by Jerome. I don’t know if she ever knew I was dating Jessica, but true to her word, Jessica never said a thing and our parents seemed happy to keep her in the dark. However, I did spot that Eleanor was in regular contact with her siblings but I couldn’t bring myself to steal her phone and stumble over her text messages… so the conspiracy theory continued to echo around my head.

Maybe the way Ellen conducted her relationship with me had made me paranoid? It was certainly a possibility. I came across one girl, Hayley, whom I suppose could be called the twins’ best friend. She went to high school and college with them. She’d known Jessica and Rachel longer than anyone else in the world. My friends and I went to a coffee shop and the twins brought Hayley along. I’d been dating Jessica about two weeks at this point and was desperate for information that would either prove or debunk my hypothesis.

During the evening Jessica told me that Hayley thought my friend Liam was cute. Hayley was short, pink haired, perky, and Jessica asked me if I might put in a good word. I said of course, but when Jessica met the coffee shop owner to discuss a summer job I was left with Hayley. She immediately asked about Liam and I happily provided her with everything she needed and when she asked me to introduce them I told her it was going to cost her. “Really? What do you want?”

I took her hand and pulled her into the seat next to mine. “Information.”

For the next fifteen minutes I interrogated Hayley about Jessica. Most of the information she gave me was useless, but there was one subject we discussed that was very illuminating. I asked about Jessica’s old boyfriends, and she said, “Well, she really doesn’t have any.”

“What? None?”

She shook her head. “I mean, she dated lots of boys, she and Rachel both did, but neither ever had a real steady boyfriend. You’re already the record-holder.”

I found that hard to believe and I said so. “I know, we used to talk about it-I mean the other girls in our group back in school. Jessica would date a guy, and Rachel would say she didn’t like him. Rachel would go out with someone, and Jessica would shake her head and say she didn’t know what Rachel saw in him. They would get into some pretty nasty fights about it, too.”

“I can’t imagine them arguing.”

“They never did, and never do, except about boys. I don’t know, maybe when one is dating, the other is afraid of being left behind, and they fight. I’ve never met two people who are closer to each other than Jessica and Rachel. You have to remember, Ellen was always the demanding spoiled Princess. They had to rely on each other.”

There was a question I wanted to ask, and I downed the last of my beer before I gathered enough courage. “Do you think Jessica is a virgin?”

Her lips curled down. “I don’t think I should answer that.”

I shook my head. “You’re right, it’s wrong of me to even ask”

Hayley took a big gulp of her beer and leaned forward. “She is.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to keep the elation out of my voice.

“Rachel is too.”

I said “Oh” again. The waitress came and I ordered another round. “I need to know something. Can you tell them apart? Is there a trick to it, something you’ve figured out since you’ve known them so long?”

She shrugged, and shook her head. “I can’t tell them apart. No one at school could either until Rachel dyed her hair.” She looked over my shoulder, making sure the twins were absorbed in the game. “Jessica’s better at math than Rachel. Rachel’s good at English. Back in high school, and in college, they would switch places for tests. No one ever caught on. I didn’t either.”

“Wow,” I said, more disturbed than I let on.

“I know, you wouldn’t think girls as nice as that would do something, well, dishonest. But they did.” Our waitress set two cappuccinos on the table and I took a long pull at mine. I looked over at Jessica, being interviewed for a job, and Hayley grabbed my hand to refocus my attention. “She’s a great girl. I love her to death. If you hurt her, I’ll tear off your nuts and feed them to you.”

“That’s strange, Liam was talking about how he’d like to meet a girl who’s into BDSM. He gets off on that.”

A minute later I was introducing Hayley to Liam. I stayed just long enough to let their conversation take flight, and then left them for my seat next to the Jessica.

“What were you talking about?”

“She wanted to warn me about what would happen if I ever hurt you. She’s violent, did you know that?”

She giggled. “Then why are you fixing her up with Liam?”

“Because Liam likes it rough.”

“Guess what?” Jessica asked and I looked at her inquisitively, “I got the job! I start the week after our birthday. I watched my girlfriend’s face blossom into an expression of joy, I remembered the same expression on the face of the girl I kissed under the lamppost in the park. I turned left, and Rachel’s face had the same triumphant smile. I yelled something appropriate and let Jessica kiss me, but my heart was troubled. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl kissing me tonight wasn’t the girl I kissed the day before. It turned out it wasn’t just a feeling. Because, a few days later, I discovered some actual evidence.

My parents invited Jessica over for dinner, keen to meet my girlfriend, and I gave her the grand tour. Mom made dinner and we both cleaned up afterward. My Mom was probably more in love with her than I was and my Dad just couldn’t stop smiling like he knew some big secret but was never going to tell. Then I saw something important with complete clarity right before my very eyes: Jessica was my girlfriend! Ellen never had the same treatment or barrage of questions from my parents… Ellen was always, ALWAYS, my friend. Everyone I knew seemed to see that my relationship with Jessica was completely different than the one I had with Ellen… or the one I thought I had. I had begged Ellen to let me be her boyfriend and she had declined. Yet with Jessica, I had eased so effortlessly into that role that I didn’t even realise it. It felt good. It felt right.

A week later Jessica came over again, and I was very curious to see if “Jessica” knew her way around. I was very happy indeed despite the fact that she passed with flying colors. She knew where the bathroom was. When I asked her to get the coffee out of the cupboard, she knew which one to look in. The first time she came over she’d especially liked a photograph of London at night that was hanging in the office. When she saw it again she said, “I really do like that picture,” as though she’d commented on it before.

But. The first time Jessica came over, I showed her a picture of me with my mother when I graduated from college. It sat on a table in my living room. The second time Jessica came over, I switched pictures. It was still a picture of me at graduation, but it was me and my Aunt Karen, my mother’s sister. They look a bit alike, but they’re far from identical. They had different physiques, different hair color, different faces. They were very different. The only similar thing in the picture was me, with a goofy smile. It was a setup.

I maneuvered Jessica to the couch, seating her so she could see the picture. After we watched the movie and I’d gone for more popcorn, Jessica welcomed me back with a smile and motioned to the picture. “You really do have your mother’s eyes,” she said.

She’d said the same thing the week before. Made the same observation about my mother. And now she’d said the same thing about my very dissimilar Aunt. I felt something twist inside me, twist tight then snap. “Oops, have something in my eye,” I said. I ran to the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and vomited into the swirling vortex. I was being played. None of this was real. That wasn’t Jessica. It was Rachel. Or, it was Jessica this time, and Rachel had been here the week before. Or, to be consistent, Number 2 was here tonight, and Number 1 had been here before.

The next night Jessica and I went out for dinner with my parents. I reintroduced her to Mom and Dad when we arrived at the restaurant and carefully watched her reaction. And there was one. She had her megawatt smile on for my father, but when she shook my mother’s hand, there was a brief hesitation, a quick flash of confusion. Then she caught herself, that smile blazed forth, and all was well.

As we left the restaurant my mother grabbed my arm. “You let this one go, I disown you.” We said our goodnights, and then Jessica and I walked back to my car.

“You’re mother looks different than I imagined,” she said. There was the tiniest edge to her voice.

“How so?” I said with practiced nonchalance.

“That picture you have at home. She looked… different.”

I held the door open for her and she didn’t get in. She was staring at me. She suspected something. I was gripping the door handle so hard I thought I might break it off.

“Her hair’s a lot different now,” I said. “It used to be straight, but now she wears it curly.” A lie. My mother’s hair has been curly since the day she was born. My Aunt Karen’s is straight as rain. The girl standing in front of me had only seen the picture for five seconds. She was thinking, thinking. I smiled at her. And then, just like that, her face softened, and she leaned against the door.

“I like your parents.”

“They adore you. They like you more than they like me.”

She kissed me. “Let’s go home.”

We drove back to her house, we sat on the couch, and I spent an hour kissing Rachel before heading back to my apartment… to sleep with Ellen.

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I awoke on a Tuesday morning with a throbbing erection. My mind was in a whirl of erotic thoughts of the flame haired twins. Not even my subconscious mind could tell them apart. No matter how hard I tried to suppress the images occupying my thoughts and lie back down to sleep, I just couldn’t. I looked across to the woman I shared the bed with. My thoughts focused and fixated on the young woman sleeping next to me, the twin’s blonde older sister. Ellen was here. Ellen was real… and as broken as it was, my relationship with her was based on truth. A painfully brutal truth that almost destroyed me. Ellen was honest with me from the start, sure she had manipulated me but I was willing to go along for the ride. She didn’t love me. She wasn’t my girlfriend. Jessica was and maybe that was why I was sickened to discover what I had suspected all along. That was why I felt completely betrayed. The twins were secretly manipulating me too. 

Sophie’s daughter’s had probably conspired to make my life into a living hell. Maybe their Mom and Dad were in on it? I was growing more and more paranoid. I knew I was sick, a mental and emotional train wreck, but I still kept on smiling as my world once again dissolved into despair. What did I have left? Ellen.

Sleeping next to me in a bed we shared more often than not. She was still my best friend but I couldn’t confide in her about this. I couldn’t tell my parents. I couldn’t tell my friends. I had no-one. This was going to be my life now. I either accepted it or I walked away from everything and everyone. I looked across at the beautiful blonde lying next to me. I felt the warmth of her body. It was all I had. Ellen’s warmth. I felt cold.

Ellen slept with her “sleeping underwear” which, to me, was incredibly revealing. Her beautiful milky smooth skin of her back contrasted with the purple lace of her bra. Her dyed hair smoothed flat. My hand raised itself to the top of the quilt, I slowly pulled it off her, exposing her shoulders. A little further; her back was radiating its heat towards me. I lowered my hand and placed it on the back of her neck. Slowly, quite the opposite to my heartbeat, I traced my index finger down the middle of her back. Ellen shuddered as I reached the small of her back. Seconds later she was facing me with her eyes closed. She had turned around, the quilt had fallen to the floor, allowing me a full view of her scantily clad body.

Luckily it was a cozy room, we were both very warm and she didn’t notice the sudden loss of covering. Without resisting, I repeated running my finger down her body, this time along her side, down to her leg. To my sudden surprise, I looked up to see her blue eyes open looking downward at my shorts, the bulge was very obvious, and my actions towards her suggested my sexual intentions. With my heart pounding, I placed my hand on her shoulder. Her eyes slowly raised themselves to meet mine. I had no idea what she was thinking.

She placed her hand on my chest. I removed my hand thinking she meant for me to stop. She didn’t; her palm recoiled and her finger tips ran themselves down my chest. She shut her eyes when her fingers reached the top of my shorts. I studied her face for a sign of her feelings; she looked so peaceful as though she’d fallen back to sleep. She hadn’t, her palm flattened against my waist and her fingers slid inside the top of my shorts. Joining in, my hand found its way to the side of her ass. I caressed my hand around to her backside and lightly squeezed her cheeks. Both hands slid inside her underwear and pushed them down around her knees. She did the rest of the work, removing them anxiously with her feet where they fell next to the bed.

My hands found their way inside her legs and I parted them gently, the action to which she more than obliged. They were spread now, I could feel the warmth of her pussy seep onto my hands, as a warm light globe would. I wrapped an arm around her waist and my other hand slowly reached down between her spread legs. Her vagina was moist, which signified to me her willingness to continue. I lifted her and placed her legs apart on top of me. She began to gyrate and lightly thrust herself up and down upon me; her hair flailing across her face, forcing her to flick her head back. Noticing her arousal, I hastily pulled down my shorts, wiggling so that they reached my ankles where I could remove them with my feet, as she had. I thought of the mutual lust we had quickly formed between us, removing all doubt of what would come next.

Naked, erect and horny; moist, ready and willing. We both couldn’t resist. She slid herself down to a more desirable position for our act. I got a hand down there and searched for the opening to her now trickling vagina. Grabbing hold of my cock, I pushed lightly down upon it and pressed it lightly against her opening. A slight gasp escaped her mouth, but her eyes were closed. Suddenly she pushed herself down upon my cock, quickly pushing me deep inside her. The sudden tight warm moistness shot from the tip to the base of my cock. I was buried inside her when she began to slowly lift her waist back up again. Her vagina gripped my cock, squeezing me, as she slid herself slowly upwards again. Only the top of my cock remained inside her warmth. Slower this time, she slid her way down, continuing to lightly grip every inch of my penis as it entered her. I thought of Jessica. Was I cheating on her? Was I cheating on Ellen by dating her little sister? I remembered my dream, taking the redhead’s virginity and felt the pressure build in my balls. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came, the feeling and arousal was too strong to hold back.

We continued in a rhythm for a minute or so, the impending orgasm was seconds away. Without warning, I bucked my hips down to release myself from her grip. My penis slid out of her warm depths and the orgasm hit. Sperm shot out of my shaft, strings of the thick white liquid shot past her ass cheeks onto her back. I kept thrusting my hips to continue some kind of rhythm to ensure every drop of sperm emptied from me onto her. She loved it. Her soft moans I had been hearing turned into a wild gasp of pleasure. My cock tingled from the excitement and release. She lightly placed her chest on top of mine and slipped her hands underneath the pillow, either side of my head.

Within minutes she had fallen asleep, wanting to sleep myself, I lightly pushed her off me and onto her side of the bed, where she probably should have stayed the whole night. Her back was facing me, I saw the large load of sperm I had deposited upon her run off the side and drip onto the sheet underneath her. With this, I turned the other way and closed my eyes, trying to comprehend the effects of this event on our relationship. When I woke up she was staring at me.

“So… Are you and Jessica ‘just friends’”?

“I haven’t slept with her…” I said sleepily, “If that’s what you’re asking?”

“And Rachel?”

“No, neither twin. But they are both beautiful.” Ellen punched me in the arm.

“Ow!”

“You’re dating Jess, aren’t you?”

“How do you tell them apart?” I countered, answering her question with another question.

“You’re dating both of them!” she punched me in the arm again.

“I was just being honest, Ellen. Jessica is beautiful and I sometimes don’t know which one is which when I am with them!” I was trying to defend myself.

“Asshole!” Cursing me, Ellen picked up her pillow and threw it at me. I took her hand and pulled her towards me for a hug. I couldn’t lose Ellen too.

“Don’t. Let go of me. And don’t talk to me!” She pushed me away and rolled out of bed.

I rushed towards her, gripped her hand, turned her around towards me and pushed her towards the sidewall. I mashed my body against hers, not giving her any room to escape. “How can you be jealous that I’m spending time with your sisters when you spend five days a week with Jerome?”

Okay I might be spending more than just time with Jessica, or Rachel, but I was still in love with Ellen. Suddenly I sa2 perhaps just a little hint of realisation pass across her pretty face. For a brief moment she understood how it felt to be cast aside. Maybe that meant there was a part of her that loved me… enough. I knew the sisters all kept in regular contact. Perhaps Jessica had lied about that too and told Ellen everything from the start. I was dating Jess, the only diference was that I hadn’t fucked either of the twins while Jerome spent pretty much every night between my flatmates legs. 

“Ellen, I don’t know what to do, I’m in love with you but you keep pushing me away. I spend time at home and your sisters live next door. I enjoy spending time with them. We have lots in common.

“You’re in love with me…” Ellen said, seemingly trying out the words, “not Jessica?”

That question was not one I intended to answer. I wasn’t sure of the answer myself! Had I fallen in love with Jessica, or Rachel? Was it possible I was in love with both, or worse, all three of the sisters? “I’m here with you, aren’t I? I choose to be here with you,” I told her as I brought my face closer to hers. I kissed her but within seconds she pushed my face away.

“You would choose me, not her?”

“I saw you first,” that was at least the truth of it, “I fell for you the moment I saw you.”

“So explain it to me,” she said looking right into my eyes, “She’s only seventeen you know?” She was fishing for something. I decided to feed her ego. I might not be any good at this but I could play this game too.

“Jessica is hot. But you are hotter. Your lips, they are so kissable,” I said as I placed a kiss fully on her lips. It was like I was having an out of body experience. This wasn’t me. I started speaking over her lips. “She might have a good ass. But you have the perfect tits. Round and full,” I pressed my chest on her, crushing her tits, so hard that I felt her nipples harden and press into my chest like hot bullets. She was enjoying this. “You have a sexy curvy body.” I ran one hand over the sides of her body, feeling her curves. “Your perfect waist and smooth thighs…” I pressed my thighs on hers. I slipped my hand from her hip to her ass squeezing it, “Your round firm ass… Ellen… You know I am crazy about you,” I pressed my hardening penis against her crotch demonstrating to her that I wasn’t just saying the words… I felt them too. 

My relationship with Ellen was confusing, even maddening, but it was based on something. My budding relationship with her little sister promised so much more but my own demons haunted me and filled my mind with doubt. It was more than just a possibility that the three sisters were just playing with me… but at that moment… showing a more dominant side of myself with Eleanor… she became putty in my hands. 

The demon inside me smirked and I kissed her again. Harder this time. She opened her mouth letting my tongue in. Letting me explore her mouth. Our tongues were sword fighting with each other. I moved my hand up and even though she was wearing her nightie, I could feel her nipple. I pinched it hard in between my thumb and index finger. “Ahh” she moaned in my mouth. She bit my lower lip hard as if repaying me for pinching her nipple. I felt some pain but nothing too bad. She ran her tongue on my lower lip where she had bit me and started grinding her pussy onto my now rock hard cock. I moved my hand underneath her nightie and along her slit. She was so hot and wet. Her nectar was actually flowing down her thighs.

I gripped the hem of her nightie and lifted it up. As I did Ellen lifted her arms to let me pull it over her head. I took her left leg and wrapped it around my ass giving me good access to her soaking pussy. My throbbing manhood easily parted her slippery labia and in one slow motion, I slipped my length inside her. “Ahhh fuck…” she moaned and whimpered on my cock, her blue eyes fixed upon mine.

I started working her pussy with nice long thrusts. But every now and then I would stop the thrusting and instead grind her pussy in circles. And whenever she found it easy I would pull my cock all the way out and ram it back in with all my force. Slow fuck. Grinding. Hard pump. I kept alternating. She had wrapped both her legs around my ass now. “Yes! Stop teasing me. Just give it to me! Fuck me pleasee” She almost cried.

I pulled my cock out. Put her feet on the ground. I felt like I was in a state of trance. I moved her towards the table, turned her around and bent her over. She put both her hands on the table. I parted her legs and noticed her pussy was glistening with her juices. I touched my cock finding it to be coated thick with her sweet, wet nectar. Damn. I plunged my cock back into her pussy where it belonged. This time I didn’t waste a single second. I held her waist and started pumping her from behind. I was pounding her like a horny dog and she took it all like a bitch in heat. And her pussy was on fire. We were already fucking in the last gear. My hard pounding was lifting her off her feet. My thighs hitting her thighs. My crotch hitting her ass. My cock drilling her hole. And our grunting. These sounds filled the entire room.

She put her hands on her ass cheeks stretching herself open. “Yes! Just like this! Fuck me-e-e-e-e. Please, don’t stop!” Ellen cried.

“I’m going to cum inside you!” I growled.

Ellen was panting; this fuck was leaving her breathless. She began to push herself back as I slammed myself home, moaning loudly as she felt my cock fill her depths. She began to match my pace, bouncing her ass back and forth, each time feeling my cock head kiss her cervix. We began to push it into double time, her own grip on self control slowly loosening as her animal instincts to fuck and breed took over. I could only take this in one way: I was going to cum. Inside her. As promised.

I opened my mouth wide to scream in pleasure and felt my cock begin to grow even more. Ellen felt my length swell inside of her and knew that this was it. She raised her ass fully up to accept my seed. My giant plum coloured head speared into her and nestled against her twitching cervix, giving me direct access into her womb, her pussy lips finally coming to rest at the base of my manhood. As my cock began to swell, her cervix spasmed, creating a natural suction on my overworked glans. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a scream. I lost it. I went haywire pulling back and pushing in as if I was drilling a hole into her already present pussy. I felt her vagina clench tight around my cock and off she went. She started cumming, moaning loud and shivering and shuddering. I pulled back and with all my might pushed balls deep into her pushing her and the table, a few inches further away and I came. 

My nuts pulled tight against me, their massive weight momentarily forgotten as my body prepared itself for ejaculation. The first shot rocketed out of my dick, spraying the insides of Ellen’s womb with cum, filling her. Almost immediately after the first shot came the second, and on and on it went, the cum never ending. My balls pulsed as my sperm blasted through my cock and into Ellen’s womb. A part of me retained consciousness only in a vague sense; I felt he could see and hear what was happening but only as a third party. My balls would not stop unloading my precious sperm, and what felt like hours passed as I continued to cum. I felt a small warmth above my navel grow into a comfortable flame, and a small part of my subconscious knew my lust crest was growing. The vast majority of my consciousness, however, was dominated by this massive orgasm. My ass was moving back and forth still fucking her long after the last volley of spunk had left my twitching member. Finally I lay on top of her, totally exhausted. It took us a lot of time to get our breathing in check. We were still in the same position, bent over the table, when I finally spoke.

“I’m really sorry that I made you feel… jealous.”

“I know by sharing myself with Jerome… makes you feel lonely. I do love you. I know you… you will look out for my sisters and I need to trust you… as much as you’ve trusted me,” she panted, as the tell tale splat, splat, splat of my excess load dripped from her pouting vagina. “Thank you… But shit… Baby, I think you just destroyed my pussy,” She said in a ragged breath. I think I actually did.

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Nothing changed. Jerome was back in the apartment by the middle of the week and this time, Eleln made no effort to disguise what they were going to do together. They were already in our bedroom by the time I got home so I simply grabbed my headphones again and prepared to do some work in the spare room. I tried to make some sense of what I was feeling. Yes I felt hurt, betrayed and frustrated but I also felt further justification for pursuing Jessica. But then what of the twins? What was their game? As I heard the playful laughter in the next room I vowed to find a solution. I needed to know because one thing I did know was that I couldn’t go on living like this.

“I’m not giving you my pussy.” Ellen’s voice announced over my soft music. This was different. I immediately took off my headphones and headed for the hallway. Somehow I just knew the door would be open as it was the last time. “Do you think you’re going to get lucky if you don’t let me have my fun?”

Jerome sank back into the bed, struggling to keep his voice even and calm. “No, I don’t want you to stop. I just want to cum.”

I could tell she was kissing the tip of his erect penis, lightly, slowly. “But what if I don’t want you to? What if I like you all pent up and frustrated?”

I was positively squirming now, just like Jerome, as my aroused brain weighed the idea of touching myself discreetly. For the first time, it struck me that Ellen had to know I was there. Jerome couldn’t care less, he just wanted to cum, but Ellen had to be aware that the noises they were making were impossible to ignore. Did she want me to listen in? Jerome slammed his fist against the mattress. “I can’t take it anymore, Ellen! Please?”

“What was that?” She still didn’t sound in any particular rush, the kisses still slow and light, not heeding the desperation in Jerome’s voice.

“Come on! You heard me!”

“Beg.” The word hung in the air, and there was a brief silence save for the steady stream of kisses. I struggled to keep my own breathing under control, lest I give away my own arousal.

“Please,” said Jerome, in a calm, polite voice.

“That’s not begging,” she whispered in between kisses. I could tell by her head that she was focusing her kisses relentlessly on the tip of his dick. “I can stop.”

I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Her dominance was turning me on. I put a hand into my pants and slid down my tummy and landed at the waistband of my boxers. I spread my legs, and did nothing else, I just held onto my stirring member and let the anticipation build up. I let out shuddering breaths as my cock grew stiff under my fingers.

“Please,” Jerome gasped out. I wondered if I could make Jessica beg like that.

Soft chuckle. “I don’t think you really want it.”

“PLEASE!” Jerome yelled.

“Good boy,” Ellen whispered before her head sank down on his crotch. She had just forced his big black cock into her mouth and was probably working it into her throat.

My fingers found my cock, already swollen and desperate for stimulation. I stroked as I listened to my roommate deepthroat her boyfriend, choking and slurping on his dick. I found myself wondering what that actually felt like. Jerome gasped, and thrust hard, but Ellen seemed to welcome it, meeting his thrusts by bobbing her head up and down on his shaft until –

“Oooh fuck…”

Jerome came hard. I could hear her swallowing his load, and the depravity of it sent me into a whimpering orgasm that I muffled with my hand pressed against my mouth.nJerome collapsed into loud panting breaths. I moved my sticky fingers away from my cock, trying to get my own breath back. When I looked over again, Ellen had lifted herself out of the covers. Jerome was staring at the ceiling, his arms splayed out like he was out cold. He was indeed very big, though his cock was slowly becoming flaccid again. Ellen looked at me, saw my red, sweaty face and grinned. She blew me a kiss, rolled over in our bed, and drew the covers over both of them.

We didn’t discuss the Jerome incident later. After he left, I pretended to be asleep the whole night, despite not getting a hint of actual rest. The next day, Ellen went to class like nothing had happened, while I laid in bed and turned the previous night’s events over and over in my head. She did that deliberately. Was that some sort of price I had to pay for daring to be dominant over her? Was it because she knew I was spending more and more time with her sexy younger sister? Was it a warning… she would ramp up her illicit liaisons with her black lover if Jessica and I became closer? 

I knew I was in love … but now I had no idea which of the three sisters I was actually in love with! It was crazy! What fucked with me the most were the questions I was too afraid to answer: What had really turned me on last night? Jerome? The situation? Or Ellen? All three? I forced these questions out of my head, and got ready for the end of the week. I already knew I would be spending the weekend at home. Whatever elaborate game that the twins were playing, they hadn’t chosen to reveal it to me, and was that such a bad thing? Maybe now I understood that there was more to things than met the eye, I could still be with… Jessica. When she told me that she adored me, I melted into a puddle that only she could scoop up. There were moments when I was weak, and she held me so tight. She made me feel warm; she melted my heart made of ice, so how could I not have these feelings for her? Every time she looked at me, it felt like the world was filled with sunshine, and I loved that. Which sister was I truly in love with? Maybe the answer was easy. How could I even begin to list what she did for me that I adored so much? For the times she stayed by my side when she could have gone the opposite way, in those moments she took me in her arms when I was so lost. I was in love with the little redhead because she looked at me like I was everything to her. She made me feel that I was needed, that I was wanted, and that I was loved. I knew what I had to do. I needed to head back home. I needed to see her. I had to resolve things with Jessica. She was my Number 1.

________

Joseph and Sophie were not surprised when I appeared on their doorstep. “The girls are on their way home, why don’t you wait? They won’t be long,” said their father as he held the front door open for me.

“Sure thing,” I replied and took up their invitation to wait on their sofa. Sophie and Joseph sat with me and we chatted about the twins’ birthday plans. It struck me that I was putting their parents in an awkward position by being in some sort of relationship with Ellen whilst now pursuing Jessica. They knew I was besotted with their eldest, blonde haired daughter… but they also knew she wasn’t as interested in me. Now, the twins occupied my weekends and they could see my genuine love for Jessica first hand… and they could also see how their daughter’s acted around me. We were getting closer and closer… There seemed to be an inevitability about things but I tried to keep my distance. Also, I desperately needed to know if I was just being paranoid. That there was something else going on that I wasn’t aware of. So it hit me like a shotgun blast to the chest when Joseph cleared his throat and said;

“If you love Jessica. Tell her. She needs a good boyfriend and we would love it if you saw yourself in that role.”

Sophie smiled at the shocked expression on my face and said, “The girls have lived in Ellen’s shadow for a long time. Since you started showing them attention they have become happier than I’ve ever seen them. Jessica loves you. She told me. And I know she’s also told you.”

“Ellen…” I sighed, “Ellen seems to want me to stay away from her. Ellen is my… Best friend. It makes things difficult.”

“Listen,” Sophie said in a serious tone, “Ellen always wants things her way. She loves being in control of everything. Since she moved out with you… she hasn’t changed… but… her sister’s have blossomed.”

“Jessica and Rachel adore you,” Joseph continued, “You’ve been there for them and I know Jessica especially has appreciated that. Ellen won’t change, she’s always looking for the next thing, she wants to experience everything that life has to offer and doesn’t care who she hurts along the way. We never told you about her ex-boyfriend and what he did but the truth is, she was complicit in everything. We moved to give her a new start and you have been brilliant for her. Thank you, but…” he looked at his wife who still looked serious.

“Yes, you’ve put up with Ellen and you’ve forgiven her… ways… because you love her. I see that. We all do. But… maybe you’ve chosen the wrong sister to fall in love with.”

It was like a second shotgun blast to my chest. There it was again. The same piece of advice: the wrong sister.

“Ellen loves having control over you. She doesn’t love you.” Sophie said sweetly, Joseph took her hand in his. “Truth be told… we don’t want to lose you when Ellen… finds her next challenge. You love Jess. It’s pretty obvious.”

“So don’t worry about what Ellen thinks,” Joseph added, “Don’t worry about what we think! Just keep an open mind and who knows, you might just get lucky.”

I didn’t feel that lucky. I sat there for a few moments in silence. Trying to make sense of it all when a question emerged that needed to be asked.

“How do you tell the twins apart?”Joseph and Sophie both burst out laughing and I couldn’t help but join in. Suddenly the seriousness of the situation was lost but still the question burned, searing hot, in my mind.

“There are slight differences between the twins which I think as a parent we always see, so we always just know.” Sophie replied, “But you’re right. Since Rachel reverted back to her natural hair colour, even we find it harder to tell.”

“Jessica tends to prefer the colour red,” said their father, “and Rachel prefers purple. When you’ve spent a lot of time with both of them you’ll spot differences in the way they think and it comes out in the things they say. Sophie never seems to have a problem telling them apart and neither does Ellen. Maybe it’s some sort of extra sensory female perception?”

Sophie smiled again, “For years Joseph would never address them by my name just in case he made a mistake!”

Joseph grimaced as we all heard a car pull up outside. They were here. When the twins  entered the house I was sitting opposite their parents on the sofa. As soon as Jessica, or the sister I assumed was Jessica, spotted us in the living room she ran over and threw herself on top of me. I’m not sure what she was trying to accomplish. Maybe she was trying to be funny in front of her parents. Maybe she felt like doing something different. Maybe she wanted to brazenly demonstrate her affection for me in front of everyone. Jessica, came in with a firm kiss – a no-nonsense, get-it-over-with kiss – but as our mouths connected, I felt her lips soften as her whole face relaxed. A sigh escaped her mouth and her whole body went weak. She stumbled slightly as she was getting her balance back, waking her from the moment.

“Jessica, please, let our guest breathe!” Her Mom chuckled. At least she identified her as Jessica!

“Hmmm, no, let’s try again.” She kissed me again. Her left hand was behind my neck as she pulled her mouth to mine. She pressed our lips together and was careful to keep the pressure light but firm. Suddenly, her lips parted a little. I let mine open too. Not much; just a little, just enough that she felt the movement. Something was happening to me. I felt my breathing change. It became more shallow and faster. I felt something else too. My penis was growing, getting stiffer despite the audience. Jessica’s body hiding my shame but also adding pressure to my sensitive member. I started to panic.

My panic escalated a second later when Jessica’s tongue slipped between my lips and ran across my teeth. I opened my eyes, Jessicas were closed but behind her I could see her parents beaming, and behind them… Oh God! Rachel, staring with unfettered lust in her green eyes. Suddenly, without my willing it, my tongue darted out and touched Jessica’s. Hers retreated into her mouth. Mine followed. Our mouths were no longer touching lightly. They were pressed together so tightly that the pressure of my lips against my front teeth was almost painful, but neither of us tried to pull back. Our mouths opened wider. Our tongues twined around one another and darted back and forth from one mouth to the other. Our saliva mixed. I even found myself swallowing some of her saliva. Then we parted, gasping for air.

“Wow!” said Jessica.

“Wow!” Repeated her father.

“Wow!” said Sophie and Rachel in unison.

I looked at Jessica; her face was flushed. From the way mine was burning, I was sure mine was as red as her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I got carried away.” Jessica announced to everyone. Everyone laughed. My heart pounded. My cock twitched. Maybe it could tell them apart?

“Come on Rachel, help me get dinner ready,” Sophie said as she sat up and then headed for the kitchen. Reluctantly Rachel followed her and her father simply smiled until he also realised that he needed to be somewhere else.  

We got settled on the couch, Jessica kicked off her shoes, and curled up next to me. Her hands reached around me, brushing my shoulders or playing with my hair. I leaned my head back over the edge of the arm restand I looked down at the redhead and smiled… not just because I love looking into her eyes but also because there was that mischievous little twinkle there tonight. She leaned in close and kissed me lightly on the lips, she then asked “What’s on TV tonight?”

“What TV?” I replied, as I turned off the entertainment system.

“Would you like to join me up there?” she coyly asked, motioning towards her bedroom.

“What’s the matter with right here?” I replied. Jessica smiled a mischievous smile and used a remote to dim the lights in the living room, so their brightness matched the subtle warmth of the glow from the fireplace. She snuggled into me and we listened to the sounds and then the scents emanating from the kitchen chatting about her week and just being comfortable with each other. That’s when it happened. Jessica slipped up. I asked her if Rachel had ever shown an interest in any of my friends. I was just fishing.

“No,” she said.

“Would you mind if sometime I asked Martin over and had you and Rachel over to see if, uh, maybe they hit it off?”

It was the first time I detected a chill in Jessica’s musical voice. “I don’t think Rachel would be interested.”

“Oh, OK.”

“Why are you so determined to fix my sister up with someone?” She was upset, but hiding it.

“I’m not. It’s just that Martin is a nice guy, he thinks Rachel is nice, she’s not seeing anyone…” I threw that line out, fishing some more.

“I know Martin is a nice guy. And if Rachel wanted to go out with him, she’d let him know.” Then she said something that chilled my very marrow. “Wouldn’t it bother you, wouldn’t you think it was weird, if my sister dated one of your friends?”

It wasn’t just what she said, it was how she said it. Those green eyes burned into me. She was angry. But the reason why she was angry was left unspoken. “Why would it bother me?” I asked. Even though it WOULD bother me, it would make me crazy. If the twins really were switching back and forth with me, then the girl I loved would be going to the movies with Martin. And that was totally unacceptable.

Jessica still hadn’t answered my question. So I asked it again. She paused, thinking. Then she said, “What if Rachel started dating Martin, and it didn’t work, wouldn’t it be tough for him to see us together?”

It was plausible. Her concerns made sense. And it was bullshit. That wasn’t why she was upset. She was upset because if Rachel started dating Martin, she would be dating Martin too. She was upset because both twins were dating me and they didn’t want to date anyone else. I know it sounded arrogant. Nothing could be further from the truth. She looked at me and there was a challenge in her eyes. Go ahead, her eyes said. Ask. Or maybe I was just seeing things. Not that it mattered. I didn’t have the courage. “Well, I guess I see your point.”

She smiled, I think with relief that I’d passed the test. “It’s nice that you want Rachel to be as happy as you’ve made me.”

“I make you happy?”

“Very happy. Let’s go upstairs, I have something to show you.”

She grabbed my hand and danced up the stairs dragging me along with her. “Dinner won’t be long!” I heard her Mom shout behind us as she took me.into her room, closed the door behind us and kissed me, hard, her tongue driving into my mouth. I put my hands on her breasts. She untucked my shirt and ran her hands over my chest, my stomach. Then her hand moved down to my thigh.

She said, “I want to do something to you.” To me? 

“What?” I said, watching her hand move between my legs.

Her tongue touched her upper lip. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Jessica.” She began unbuckling my belt. My breathing quickened. She wasn’t going to… no…

She unzipped me. “Jessica.” She stood and helped me to my feet and then she pulled my pants down. I was hugely erect. “You’re so big,” she whispered. She didn’t have to do this. I wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to do this. I loved her anyway. I wanted to tell her that but the words wouldn’t come.

She said, “I want to show you how much love I have to give you.”

She pushed me down on the bed and knelt between my opened legs. She took my penis in her hand and looked at it like it was the first one she’d ever seen. She said, “You’re so hard.” Her soft lips parted, she lowered her head, and I felt her warm mouth engulf my penis. She closed her eyes and slid her lips up and down my shaft, up and down, up and down. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I couldn’t believe that this sweet, gentle girl was doing this dirty thing. Doing it so willingly. And so WELL. She sucked on me and her tongue swirled around my tip and in a minute I was rhythmically thrusting my hips to meet her slippery strokes. Her green eyes were still closed, mine were locked on her beautiful face, on her mouth, which was giving me so much pleasure I couldn’t bear it.

“Jessica, I love you,” I said.

She let my penis slip from her lips and pushed her red hair from her face. “Then show me.”

I couldn’t bear it. Her mouth was hot and wet and I’d never received such pleasure in my life. Even Ellen’s skills couldn’t compare. I’d wondered what Jessica might be like in bed. She was so innocent that I thought she might not be that open sexually. Forget that. I couldn’t imagine her as a wildcat in the sack, I hadn’t seen that in her. And now she had me whimpering like a puppy, totally under her control. After a few minutes of going slow with her eyes closed, Jessica opened her eyes and looked up at me. God! I felt my abs tighten in reaction to her beautiful green eyes locked on mine. She held our eye contact for a few seconds, making sure to take my cock almost all the way out of her mouth, right to the very tip of the head, and then to take it back in excruciatingly slowly, staring in my eyes all the while. It was too much. “Jessica, I’m going to cum, please stop.”

She didn’t stop. “Oh, oh,” I was on the brink. She still didn’t stop. I was breathing through my mouth, I arched my back. “Jessica!” I’d never had a blow job like it. Her family was downstairs… We were about to join them for dinner! She shouldn’t let me cum in her mouth. But she did. My balls drew up warning on my pending explosion, and when Jessica felt them on her chin she really went to town. She sucked twice as hard as before, causing her cheeks to hollow out and rub along my length, as she flattened her tongue and pressed it firmly against my over sensitive shaft, and her head went into hyper drive, both her hands firmly grasping my ass cheeks.

“Oh, Jess, Oh… Oh… OH… AHHHH!” I gasped, my entire body shaking and jerking roughly, “I’m gonna cummmmmmmmm… Uhhhhhhhaaaa!!”

Jessica jabbed her face down burying her nose in my curly carpet and let my cockhead slip deep into her throat, taking me all the way in. As I let loose with the first jolt she swallowed frantically, letting me feel her throat muscles work my cock a second, before she slid about half off and let the second jet land right on her tongue. Then, with me still spurting like a firehose, she pulled her head off me completely, her mouth coming free with a loud “pop!” Several ropes of cum splattered her face and one fell tantalisingly on her tits, hanging suspended across her cleavage a second before the strand broke and disappeared into her bra. Jessica opened her mouth and caught the next splash of jizz right on her tongue, and then she took my cockhead back between her lips letting the last several squirts slosh right into her sweet, heavenly mouth. When my eruption slowed she took matters in hand and stroked me a few times, squeezing tight and moving my cum down my dick like she was squeezing the last drops of toothpaste from the tube as she sucked hard, trying to get every last drop from me. And she succeeded.

Finally, the little redhead let my now softening cock slip from between her greedy lips, and sat back on her heels, rubbing my cum into her tits and then scooping what she could from her face into her mouth, licking her fingers like she was at KFC. For my part, as soon as she let go of me I slumped to my ass on the floor, as though she’d been holding me up with her mouth, and sat there, breathing heavily. We just sat there for a few moments in relative silence; the only sounds we made were my huffing and puffing, and Jessica’s slurping on her fingers. My head swam, and I felt a little dizzy. After a few more seconds of this, I felt my strength returning, at least enough for me to sit up a little, and speak.

“Jessica… oh, Jessica.” I couldn’t believe this angel let me do that. I didn’t know what I believed anymore. She put her head on my stomach. I was breathing so fast you’d have thought I’d run a marathon. “I guess you liked that,” she giggled.

“Oh yes,” I sobbed. I was in tears. I was a mess. I was as happy as a man can be, and terribly confused.

“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” she asked.

I looked into her eyes. “I loved you the second I saw you.”

“Say it again.”

I did, and she said, “I love you too,” and we lay there a long time, holding each other. She said, “I’m not ready yet to have sex. Is that OK?”

“Yes, of course, I…” I was disappointed, because I wanted to make love to her but I also knew I was prepared to wait. I would wait as long as she needed me to. I looked deep into her bottomless green eyes, tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertips. “…I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Is it OK if your girlfriend keeps using her mouth on you? Mmmm… I love that.”

Did I mind if she kept giving me brain-busting blowjobs? I laughed. “No, that’s fine. But I’d have to return the favour?” She blushed. It was just too good to be true.

Rachel stared at us in awe as we took our places at the dining room table. Jessica was glowing. I’m sure I was still panting. I felt so… alive. But no one said anything. Her Mom and Dad shared a knowing look when they saw us holding hands. I had told their daughter that I loved her and I’d meant it. She loved me too. Jessica was the right sister. I was with the right sister and I couldn’t believe I had gotten this lucky. And, hours later, when I was lying in bed and replaying the scene in my mind’s eye, that’s when everything caught up with me. What If it WAS too good to be true? I got up and walked to my desk and unlocked the bottom drawer. Tucked in the back was the notebook. I wrote my entry about the day’s incredible events. That part of the notebook was almost full. But the sections about Number 1 and Number 2 weren’t so heavily notated. But since her parents were convinced I was with Jessica, I filled two pages with notes about Number 1.

That’s when I came up with my theory as to why Jessica wanted to wait before we made love. Because Rachel wasn’t going to be available… at the same time. Maybe…maybe there was some kind of pact between the two of them. Maybe there was a pattern there. I met Number 1. My first date was with Number 2. It was Number 1 who came to my house the first time, Number 2 who met my parents. It was Number 1 who gave me a blow job. And, if my theory held, the first time we made love, it would be with Number 2. Probably. Aagh! I hated the way my thoughts infected my mind with doubts and conspiracies. I wasn’t acting rationally and I knew it but still I persisted in my demented investigation. What the hell was I trying to prove?

Those intense, meaningful looks they exchanged, what did they convey? Did they have one mind, shared between two identical bodies? They were binary souls, digital, a one and a zero, on and off. They formed their own personal, wireless Internet, downloading each other’s thoughts, memories and experiences in nanoseconds, uploading gigabytes of data with a tilt of the head. I realised I was a little bit afraid of them. If they were capable of deception this monstrous, what else might they do?

And what about Ellen? If she ever found out that her little sister had sucked me off… What would she do? I didn’t sleep well that night. I tossed and turned, trying to think of a way out of this. I had to confront Eleanor. I could no longer be her heat source while she fucked another man in our bed. I couldn’t share her with him. It had to end. I had to confront the twins. Tell them I knew their secret. Tell them they had to stop playing with me. I loved Jessica, I didn’t want to lose her because she wanted to share me with her sister. But I didn’t have the courage. What if they denied it? What then? How would I explain that for the past three months I’d suspected I was kissing Rachel and said nothing about it? And, horror of horrors, what if I was WRONG? What if Ellen’s shenanigans had broken my capability for rational thought? Maybe I was the problem?

I must have eventually fallen asleep, and when I woke up, I found that I’d come up with another way to fix the problem. All I had to do was kill Rachel. Problem solved. I ate a bowl of cereal and thought about the best way to murder the sister of the woman I loved. Her death would truly set me free. It would break Jessica’s heart, but maybe that would just bring us closer together. The trauma would bind her to me so fiercely that nothing could ever come between us. I had gone insane. I can’t say exactly how long I honestly thought about killing Rachel, but I ate three bowls of Frosted Mini-Wheats mulling it over. The practical problems were as daunting as the moral ones. Killing Rachel wouldn’t do much for my chances with Jessica if she found out I did it, and I couldn’t think of how to do the deed and get away with it. Shoot her? Poison her? Run her over with my car? Hit man?

And how could I be sure that it was Rachel I killed and not Jessica? It still made a difference to me, though I couldn’t be sure at this point which of my sweet memories were of Jessica and which were of Rachel. It didn’t matter. I wanted Jessica. Or, Number 1. And I didn’t know who she was. I couldn’t risk killing her. This was the rantings of a mad man. I needed to seek professional medical help. It was all bullshit, all this plotting. I’m not a killer. I wouldn’t hurt a fly. But my feelings for Jessica were so strong that there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep her. Anything short of murder. I was pretty sure I would draw the line at murder.

If I couldn’t kill Rachel, could I perhaps mark her in some way that couldn’t be duplicated by Jessica? If, say, I “accidentally” cut off Rachel’s little toe, or cut her shoulder in a way that left a permanent scar, or if I accidentally bruised her someplace visible… that would work just as well. But I wasn’t sure I could do something really gruesome to Rachel. I was either too cowardly or too decent to do something permanent like that.

Draw the line. That gave me an idea, one that seemed so good at the time. I drove to the local mall and wandered around a bit. There was a big art supply store, with paint, brushes, canvases, the works. I wandered the aisles for a while and found a huge display of Magic Markers. I read the labels of a half-dozen styles, and finally selected one that read “PERMANENT INK. WILL STAIN FABRIC. AVOID CONTACT WITH SKIN. CANNOT BE REMOVED WITH HOUSEHOLD SOAP”. Perfect.

Rachel would be the first sister I would see, according to my theory, that Saturday night. My parents weren’t going to be in and I promised I’d cook us some Lasagne. I had just put it in the oven when the redheaded sister showed up, and she asked, “How long till dinner?”

“Maybe 20 minutes.”

Her green eyes gleamed with lust. “That’s just enough time.”

I sat on the sofa as she went down on me again. If this was Rachel, and the first time was Jessica, I couldn’t tell the difference. Their oral technique was exactly the same, exactly incredible. Jessica had done this mind-bending thing with her tongue, trilling along the underneath of my helmet, and Rachel did the exact same thing. Ten minutes later I ejaculated into her hungry mouth and my orgasm was just as intense and wonderful as the first time.

She drew her lips away from my sticky penis and smiled. “Don’t worry. I haven’t spoiled my appetite.” We ate. I was still in a kind of fugue state, my brain bubbling. If only I hadn’t had these terrible doubts about the woman sitting across from me, I would have been the happiest man on earth, instead of the tortured wretch shoveling pasta into his mouth without tasting it.

She helped me do the dishes. While she put the last pot in the dishwasher I opened a drawer and pulled out the marker. I had a recipe card out and I pretended that I was making a note on it. I’d tested the marker on myself, just a dot on my armpit. It was still there, after three hours of concentrated scrubbing. It hadn’t faded. The marker was in my right hand, hidden by my palm so only the wet tip stuck out. “Thanks, Jess,” I said when she shut the dishwasher. I held out my arms, she stepped into my embrace, and when we pulled away I reached for her hands. My right hand stubbed into her left, and the marker did its job. I said, “Oh, shoot!” as it made a two-inch long streak from the center of her palm to her wrist. She looked at her hand. She looked at it for a long time. “I’m sorry, I thought I put the cap on, I’m…”

She went to the sink and washed her hand. “It’s not coming off.”

“I’m sorry, it’s a permanent marker, it’ll probably…”

“It’s not coming off,” she interrupted, scrubbing the black line with the pot scrubber. She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. I was afraid she would scrub until her flawless skin was raw meat. “It’s not fucking coming off!”

It was the first time I’d ever heard her curse. “Darn” was her usual limit. My mouth felt full of sand. I managed to croak, “It’s OK, honey, it’ll wear off in a few days.”

“You did it on purpose.” She looked at me and the lights in her eyes winked out.

I managed a weak smile. “Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know,” she said. But she did know. Otherwise, why would she be so upset? The kitchen was quiet as a tomb. We stood there, staring each other down like gunfighters. Neither of us said a word for a solid sixty seconds. I didn’t know what to say, because what I wanted to say was unspeakable. I’d announced my suspicions by tagging her with the marker. Now I was terrified. She was standing right next to my knife block and for all I knew she would pull out the eight-inch carving knife and use it to preserve their secret.

She didn’t go for the knife, but I was soon wishing she had. “I’m leaving,” she said. She got her jacket from the chair.

“Jessica! It was an accident!”

She wouldn’t even look at me. Her jaw was set, her green eyes fierce. “Don’t call me. Don’t come near me. I don’t want to see you.” Before I could say another word, she was gone. I was in shock. I looked out the window and watched her storm towards her house. Before she vanished around the corner I had my phone in my hand.

“Hello?” Rachel’s musical voice brought me to tears. I was so afraid I’d never hear another kind word in those dulcet tones that hearing them so soon unmanned me.

“Rachel,” I sobbed. “I need your help.”

“Huh? What happened? Are you OK? Is Jessica there?”

“She just left. We had a fight. She…”

“What happened?” she barked. Instantly on edge. I told her about the last five minutes, the marker, the standoff, the exit. When I was done I waited for Rachel to say something. She didn’t.

“Rachel?”

Silence. “Rachel!”

“You drew on her with a permanent marker.” A statement, not a question.

“No, I didn’t draw on her. It was an accident.”

“You just happened to have a black permanent marker in your hand and you just forgot to put the cap on and then you just brushed her hand with it? And you call that an… accident?”

“Yes!” 

There was a long pause. When she spoke again, Rachel’s voice was exactly the same as Jessica’s, the same icy modulation. “Didn’t you have plans to take Jessica to dinner tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“She can’t very well go to dinner at a nice restaurant like that with a big black mark on her hand, can she? Maybe that’s why she’s so fucking angry!”

The bones in my legs turned to jelly, I fell to my knees. Rachel was angry because SHE was supposed to have dinner with me tomorrow night. Dinner, and then home to kiss and nibble. And if Jessica had a big black mark on her hand, Rachel couldn’t morph into Jessica, could she? Unless she too marked her hand with black ink. And then… they wouldn’t be able to be seen together because everyone would ask, “Wow, you BOTH had boo-boos with a marker?”

“Rachel, it was an accident.”

“You aren’t that clumsy.” There was a pause. “Jessica just arrived.”

That fast? She must have sprinted. “Rachel, please, put her on the phone, please.”

“Wait…”

“Rachel!”

“What?”

“Please, tell her I love her. Please. I love her.”

No answer. There was a clunk as she put the phone down, and then I heard muffled voices in the background. I couldn’t make out the words. No one came back to the phone for a good five minutes. I was shouting into the receiver, trying to get either twin’s attention. When I heard the scraping of the phone being picked up, I held my breath. “Hello?”

A pause. Then, a voice that trembled with sobs, “Don’t call us again. If you call back, it’s over. I need to think. Do you understand?”

I said that I did. Before I could say another word, the line clicked dead. I set the phone down. I didn’t even know which twin had issued the ultimatum. Did it matter? I staggered to the kitchen. I drank a beer, then another, then another. I drank myself into a stupor, because that was the only way I could sleep. I slept in the spare room and had no dreams, just an unbroken flow of blackness before my eyes. In Jessica, all my dreams had come true. And all my nightmares, too.

________

I woke up with a start. I was fully dressed, still wearing yesterday’s clothes and my head pounded. Someone had entered the room. 

“My sisters? What the fuck have you done!” Ellen snarled as she stormed into the spare room. “Give me your phone! I want to see what you’ve said to them, you sick bastard!” She held out her hand as I groggily came to my senses. My eyes darted to the phone that held my fate. Ellen followed my eyes and located her prize.

“Unlock it. Unlock it or I will ask Jerome to knock out your teeth,” she held out my phone to me and I used my fingerprint to give her access. She quickly grabbed the phone back and began thumbing through my messages. “You’re lucky…” She said after a few minutes, “there’s nothing here that… no wait! What the absolute fuck! Jessica loves you? She said she loves you? Do you love her?”

“I-”

“Do you know what I don’t care! You’re obviously not the man I thought you were. What did you do to make both of them so angry?”

“It was an accident!”

“What accident?”

“I accidentally got permanent marker on her.” 

“What?” She said suddenly looked confused.

“I drew on Jessica’s hand.”    

The blonde sister stared at me. Then started laughing. Uncontrollably. After a minute she regained enough composure to quickly send a text message from her own phone, I didn’t see who to. Then she stared at me, shaking her head. I had disappointed the twins and now I had disappointed Ellen. “You better be telling the truth, for your sake.” She continued analyzing the contents of my phone while she waited for a reply. A couple of minutes later her phone buzzed. She read the message. “Oh. Oh dear. Oh I see now. Never get between sisters.” She looked at me but the fury had left her. She actually looked sympathetic. She shook her head and went back to analysing my phone. “You poor thing… Whoa! What the fuck is this!”

She showed me my screen, on it was a video. A video I made for her after I caught her fucking her boyfriend. I was standing in front of our full length mirror. I was naked. I rolled on a very obviously used condom over my erection and started jacking. Some of Jerome’s cum managed to leak out all over my balls, which I began stroking with my other hand. She could feel my orgasm building, my scrotum tightening. My moans growing louder. The video focused on the tip of my cock intently, being repeatedly submersed in his cum. I increased my pace on my cock and soon tensed as I reached orgasm. I arched my body backwards as I climaxed and we watched, amazed, as I ejaculated several jets of fresh semen into the straining condom. Ellen’s eyes were wide open in awe as I saw my seed adding to and mixing with his. I spoke to the camera, telling Ellen I had done this for her… then the video ended.

“You did that… with Jerome’s used condom… for me?”

I nodded. It was true. She had broken my heart that night but now… I had managed to do a better job of breaking what was left. I loved Jessica. I was humiliated. I was lost. Everything was lost.   

“Do you love me?” Eleanor asked. I nodded but didn’t feel it. Ellen looked more like her old self. Like the friend I needed but I could see doubt in her eyes.

“I’m angry at you for sneaking around with my sisters. I don’t know if they will ever forgive you. I’ve never seen Jessica so upset! Mom wanted me to talk to you, to find out what was going on because it just didn’t make sense. It still doesn’t to be honest but at least… I thought you’d done something abhorrent! I better tell Mom it’s just some teenage overreaction hormone thing.”

She began texting and I sat there in the spare bed still feeling like my life was over.

“What happens now? What do you want?” I asked, staring down at her knees. 

“What do I want?” Ellen mused, stepping closer to the bed. “I think I should throw you out.” She teased looking at my phone and scrolling through the pictures. “I always knew there was something else just lurking inside you. I just needed to coax it out.” I looked to the floor, fresh hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Please, what can I do to put this right?” I sobbed.

“I’ll give it some thought. Can I ask you a question?” 

“Sure, what is it?”

“Are you gay?” she asked.

“What?” I asked, trying to read into her statement. “Why would you ask that?”

“I’m not as naive as you think. I’ve seen the way my sister’s look at you… and you’re saying you didn’t respond to their advances?”

The sister’s? Both of them? My mind was reeling, reconfirming something I was trying to bury but which had nothing to do with my sexuality. Ellen continued, “I know you watched me fuck Jerome. I thought it was because you got off on watching me… but now, seeing you in his condom… maybe you got off on watching him!”

So there it was. I underestimated Ellen’s perceptions and her curiosity about what I did when she and her black lover had sex. Knowing I was there probably got them off… or maybe it just excited Ellen, knowing she could do as she pleased and I would have to accept it. She had discovered my dirty secret, not that I was sexually attracted to Jerome, but because I was in awe of the blonde bombshell and everything she did and everything she was. This, on top of everything else, pretty much ensured my life was over.

“No, I’m not gay.”

“So why do you spend so much time away from me? Is it because of Jerome? Do you not love me anymore?” she asked.

The world was crumbling around me and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. It was like an earthquake in my soul, a tsunami in my brain as the neurotransmitters fired dopamine and serotonin. I had to admit that I was feeling pleasure in this pain, joy in this self-hatred. I had never hated myself more than I did now, but somehow that hatred had filled me with a twisted pleasure. It gripped me, twisting my brain into knots of confusion. “I need to leave.”

“Why? Just because I asked you if you loved me?”

“It is because of what that question means.”

“I don’t understand.”

“For you to ask if I loved you must mean that you are not sure of my love. Somehow despite my saying I love you almost every day in our lives, despite providing you with the home you wanted, despite making love to you anytime you wanted; if none of that means ‘I love you’ to you, I give up. I don’t know what I could do to show you how much I care.

For the first time since confronting me, I saw real anger cross her face. “You asshole, ” Ellen screamed at me. “I love you, care about you, and worry about you more than anyone in your life. Ever. If I didn’t, I would not have moved in with you. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why aren’t you taking better care of me? Please talk to me and explain?”

“You flaunt that you’re with Jerome… that you want to be with him and I have to just accept it? Because I love you I have to take it? It hurts. Yes I want to spend time with Jessica and I hate that I have turned your family against me the way they turned against Jerome. I was head over heels in love with you! And you must hate me so much because you seem to find so much pleasure in my pain.”

“No, absolutely not! I love you as much now, as I did when we met. I don’t have any emotional attachment to Jerome, hell, I don’t even think he cares about me. I really can’t explain it. I just know that I’m addicted to having sex with the man: what it feels like, how it feels to give him pleasure, to be fucked. I don’t know… It’s just a fantasy of mine. Didn’t you ever wonder why I always insisted in condoms with him yet I wanted to feel you bare?”nI looked up at her. “Because I wanted what we have to be special… to mean more than  just sex. I want you. I want your babies. I always wanted you… and thought you wanted me.”

“I did… but Jerome?”

“I thought you understood. I told you! He’s my… fantasy. A play thing. Like a favourite toy I can’t give up. I’m addicted to him. I shared my life with you but I thought… that you understood that he is part of my life.”

“You always made that clear…” I admitted. “I guess I was… jealous.”

“Maybe you should get to know him better. Do you want to actually be part of our… sexual experience… see it first hand? Feel it first hand?” Ellen asked. 

“Shit! I don’t know,” I retorted, “I guess deep down inside, I know I have nothing left… I don’t want to feel the way I feel. I’m nervous about what you’re implying.”

“Well, I really didn’t know how to process this at first” she said, indicating the video playing on loop on my phone. “And my sister’s are really pissed at you. But my parents still like you… they hate Jerome. But… if you want to be involved… with me… AND Jerome, I know I’d love that.”

“A threesome?”

“Of sorts. If you truly want to commit to that… I’ll forgive you and we can go back to… normal.”

Normal? My life was far from normal. My whole world had been turned upside down in less than twenty four hours. Eleanor could see my confliction. She walked over and sat right next to me. I was astounded as I stared at this gorgeous blonde with a pair of most amazing crystal blue eyes that sparkled in the overhead lights as she looked back at me. As always I got lost in those amazing eyes! After about thirty seconds of me staring at her with my mouth agape, she finally broke the silence and said, “Accept me for who I am. Accept this. Take some risks with me. You might just get lucky. Jerome more than just likes you.”

“He’s bisexual?” I gasped, suddenly realising her meaning.

“Come with me, let’s go to the bedroom” Ellen said.

She took my hand and I followed her into our spacious bedroom. She climbed on the bed and invited me to lay next to her. Her lips found mine and kissed me lovingly, passionately. My lips opened to her probing tongue. Our kisses were like those we shared when we were dating. Her hand found its way to my zipper. She worked my zipper down and undid my button all while keeping my tongue in her vacuum lock. Fishing out my cock I felt more than heard her moan. She pulled away from the kiss and worked my pants and underwear down. She took off my shoes, pulled my pants, socks and underwear off and then slid her hands up both of my legs. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock while gently kneading my balls with the other.

Looking into my eyes, she lowered her mouth onto my cock and engulfed it in one slow motion. Her tongue slid up and down the sensitive underside of my cock. She continued her slow slide down my cock until reaching the base before easing back up to the sensitive head. She continued to work on my dick while I moaned in appreciation. It was a struggle for me to keep from cumming, knowing that I wanted to give her pleasure equal to that which she was giving me. I let her work me over for a few more seconds but finally, grudgingly pulled her off my cock. I pulled her back up to kiss her, while my tongue probed her mouth with vigor. I started to slide her sweater off so that I could access her bra and finally remove her 34C tits from their constraints. I worked my way down to her breast, first licking, and then gently nibbling on her left nipple, which grew to a beautiful nub under my attention. I switched to her right nipple and bit her nipple more forcefully. She cried out and pulled my head hard into her breast.

I released her nipple and kissed my way down to her flat belly while working her pants and panties off her hips. Siding the rest of her clothes off of her she stood gloriously naked in front of me. Kissing my way up her legs, I paid special attention to the inside of her knees, a place I knew drove her crazy. Reaching my final destination, I smelled her wonderful scent. I dove in between her legs to lick her pussy. I lightly licked her outer lips, slowly working my way to her clit. When I reached her rosebud I lightly grazed it at first and then began to pay special attention to her clit. She began to writhe under me and I had to grab onto her ass to hold her in place. She grabbed my head to pull me into her pussy and began to moan, softly at first, then louder as her orgasm continued to build. Her writhing stopped but her moaning increased and I knew that she was very close. I continued my attention on her clit and she cried out, her orgasm rushing through her body. I knew that at this point she was too sensitive and I backed away, admiring her as she came down from her orgasm.

As soon as Eleanor recovered she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She straddled me and placed the dripping lips of her pussy against the tip of my cock. Spreading her lips she slid onto me in one swift motion. We both sighed in ecstasy and she began to rock up and down, riding my cock slowly at first, then with greater and greater intensity.  Her love juices dribbled down my long thick shaft and onto my balls. She bounced up and down only increasing my pleasure with the visual stimuli of her long blonde hair cascading around her pretty face. My manhood traveled deeper into the folds of her pussy as she let gravity take effect and within minutes I was as deep as I could ever be inside a woman.

Ellen’s pussy tightened around me as she started to ride my penis caught inside her vagina. Her tits began to bounce in front of my face and I found I couldn’t choose where to focus my hands to most enjoy the feel of the beautiful woman bouncing up and down on my cock. I grasped at her tits pulling them towards my mouth and sucking and biting at the pink protrusions that offered themselves to me. As Eleanor fucked me she bagan frigging her clit rapidly. I rose up to meet every descent, pumping in and out with even more vigour to match the cries of lust emanating from her throat. Before long I felt the hot sheath of her vagina tighten, heralding her imminent orgasm. That was too much for my overworked cock. I felt my balls tighten and knew I had to pull out.

“Got to withdraw Ellen. I am going to cum,” I shouted.

“No please,” she gasped as her own orgasm started. “You can’t stop now… I am so close too. Just hold on a little longer.”

Before I could pull out she pushed all her weight back on me. I fell back and she was on top making it impossible for me to pull out. My cock was wedged even deeper in her now, right up against her cervix.

“Ellen,” I gasped in desperation. “I can’t hold on. You have got to let me pull out. I can’t stop it.”

She shook her head vigorously and pushed even harder against me.

“It is OK. Let’s cum together. Please don’t pull out,” She moaned with unbridled lust. “Let me feel your hot sperm pumping into my pussy, filling my womb. Yes. Give me it all. Empty your balls in me baby. Oh yes! Let me feel hot inside… Fuck YES!”

A titanic orgasm took over her body and the spasming of her pussy forced me over the edge. I was trying hard to keep from cumming but soon it became too intense and I launched what felt like the biggest load I had ever shot. I felt spurt after spurt of hot semen pump from my balls, up my long thick cock and splash deep into her fertile unprotected womb. Normally when masturbating I spurt four or five times but this orgasm seemed never ending. Her pussy started contracting harder, drawing my huge load of sperm deep into her unprotected womb where her fertile eggs waited. The thought of this as well as her encouragement caused my orgasm to pulse several more times. I pumped a few more jets of thick creamy white cum deep into her, and by now there was so much it was running out of her pussy, down her legs and onto my balls.

Finally I felt the spasms of her orgasm subside. She quickly jumped off me and turned round pushing her tits together and rubbing them against my still twitching cock so my last few spurts coated those magnificent melons in protein. She rubbed her tits in my face before licking them clean..I fell back, spent. I couldn’t believe how good sex with this woman could be. I smiled at her, and she smiled back warmly as she snuggled her naked body against mine.

“That was the most impressive load I have ever felt. There is no way I wasn’t having it inside me.” She reached down between her legs and rubbed some of my cum which was leaking out of her over her pussy lips

“Don’t you worry about anything. I have got exactly what I wanted. I feel so hot inside.” Ellen continued to hold me as I came down from my ecstasy and then leaned forward and gave me a loving kiss.

What happened next took me completely by surprise. She climbed off my deflating cock and crawled up so that her pussy was directly over my mouth. I could see my cum sliding out of her. She lowered herself onto my mouth and I had no choice but to start licking her again. The taste of her juices mingling with mine was extremely erotic. Her moans grew in intensity and she rode my face to a second orgasm. Climbing off of me she gave me a tender, passionate, sexy kiss and asked, “Did you like that?”

I managed to mumble “Mmmmmppph fgnnnn fnnntsssstck” or something like that. Then she asked me if I enjoyed cleaning her up. I really didn’t know how to answer that.

Finally she made it easy on me and said, “I know you enjoyed it, you don’t have to answer. It’s okay. I want you to experience even more in time but this is an important first step for us.”

I didn’t know what to do so I just hugged her tight and told her I loved her. Was it love? Or was it just the fear of being alone? I’d lost everything and… Whatever this was… surely it was better than nothing?

__________

From that evening and for the next few days, I noticed a change in Ellen. She wanted it harder than before. Shebwanted to be choked… spanked… and she wanted to dominate me too. Later that week, she even made me sit for hours with a butt plug inside me, just so she could get horny over the power she had over me and the things I would do for her. I felt… at least wanted if not loved… and I tried to get used to not caring.

I spent the days at Uni thinking about Jessica, worrying about Jessica and texting Jessica. She didn’t reply. I wanted to do something, anything, to convince her that I wanted nothing more in life than to choose her… but I was ignored. Ellen seemed more galvanised than ever to bind me to her new fantasy. I never saw Jerome but she talked about him often, explicitly explaining the differences between us, and how good it could be if we all could be together. 

The next afternoon, when Ellen knew I would be working late at Uni, she sent me a text, telling me to let her know when I was leaving as she had a surprise to prepare for me when I got home. I thought it would be one of two things; she would be making me a nice meal or she would be in bed… with Jerome. I arrived home just after eight, having text her to let her know what time. Ellen wasn’t downstairs so, shaking with fear, I went to look in the bedroom. As I went up the stairs I heard small moans coming from the bedroom. I knew immediately what I would find there and quietly walked to the bedroom door..The scene that presented itself to me in our bedroom made my jaw nearly hit the floor. Ellen was naked on the bed, straddling Jerome and riding his cock for all she was worth. I could have only been at the doorway for seconds before Ellen looked over at me.

“Hi babe, we’ve been expecting you. Undress and sit over there,” she said, nodding at my leather computer chair which had been placed in the corner of the room, “Don’t speak, just enjoy the show and you just might get lucky.”

Seeing the concern in my eye, Ellen attempted to calm me saying, “Don’t worry! First, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I trust Jerome completely. He won’t tell anyone and he won’t push for more get together after tonight. Remember, I love you and want you to be happy. I will love you tomorrow as much as I do today.”

I breathed a sigh of relief but it didn’t allay all my fears. I still didn’t know if I wanted to go through with this. I didn’t know how I would feel about myself afterwards and frankly, I didn’t know if I’d be any good.

“I’m glad… you’re into… this…” Jerome grunted in time with Ellen’s rise and fall on his big black cock. 

It felt like I was shaking from head to toe, my heart felt like it was going to explode through my chest, and my throat was as dry as a desert. I was still in shock but found myself aroused at the sight of my platinum blonde flatmate with this young, and attractive, guy. 

“Take off your clothes,” Eleanor instructed, “I won’t be much longer.”

I felt compelled to take off my clothes and sat on the chair, watching Ellen take this guy’s cock in her pussy and obviously enjoying every minute of it by the sounds she was making. My cock was harder than it had ever been as I watched her pale white thighs rise and fall on his black muscular torso. Her strawberry blonde triangle of curls pointing at the black, latex encased, erection that she was using to pleasure herself with. Her hair gently bounced as her ample titties did the same, her nipples like rubber bullets, hot and weaponised. It was impossible not to be aroused by their interracial intercourse on in our bed. The bed was creaking as she picked up her pace, to fuck his cock until either she, he, or they both came. She looked stunning as she pounded up and down on his impressively sized cock. Ellen didn’t even acknowledge me again as she worked towards her orgasm and minutes later the guy announced he was cumming, forcing his cock deep up into Eleanors hungry vagina.

Ellen ground down onto him and I knew he was pumping his sperm into his straining condom. At least she stayed true to her word, that was something she kept only for me, and for the first time I felt like I had won some sort of small victory. His sperm were not destined for Ellen’s unprotected womb. As she slid down onto it fully, she moaned louder, her back arched. Short gasps of breath followed as she held his black cock inside her before beginning to convulse and her breath got caught in her throat. She tightened the death grip she had on his shoulders as her whole body tensed. A loud combination of moan, whimper, and exhalation signaled the onslaught of her orgasm. It hit her hard. She shuddered and twitched, her chest and stomach shaking as each new wave passed. 

“Oh yes, oh fuck”, Ellen cried out staring at Jerome who panting, his eyes closed tight. “Oh yeah, I can feel it, you’re inflating that condom. How do you like watching your woman taking another man’s cock in her?” she said, addressing me. She was my woman? That’s how she saw herself? She wasn’t Jerome’s? 

Jerome was too far gone in the orgasmic bliss that preceded his own ejaculation to even register what she had said. I wondered if her words ate at him the way they had eaten away at me. She was looking at my own erection, hard and pointing, no doubt feeling her lovers soften and shrink inside of her. “You look so fucking hot,” she told me as I realised I was slowly wanking my cock. Ellen leant forward to kiss Jerome passionately and then rolled off him, onto her back. Spreading her legs, I could see her slick, gaping vagina, and felt numb. Her fizzy cum started to gather all over the opening of her pussy and I watched as it trickled out of her and down towards her ass. As she stared at me she caught it with a finger and used it to slowly rim herself and then slip a finger up into her tight hole. Still, without even blinking, she reached down to Jerome’s semi erect, condom encased penis and began carefully unrolling the transparent rubber from his softening length.

It was all stretched like the one I had found and used. Eleanor held it up, I could see all the cum was still trapped at the tip of the thing. It was heavy and there looked roughly double the amount I could produce. Ellen shuffled from her comatose lover and brought the sheath to me. She held it up looking at the thick white load of black mans cum inside. I stopped pulling on my cock harder as she held the used condom up to my nose. The intense scent of Ellen’s sex caused my penis to lurch. Ellen’s eyes were fixed on mine, she looked curious, wondering what I might do next and moved it to my lips.

I reached out with my tongue and licked it. The musky smell and taste of my Ellen’s juices came into my mouth and made my head spin. My cock jumped and my hand gripped it once more. Ellen looked like she might have another orgasm from just watching me! I licked up and down the used rubber, that just a few minutes before had been trapped inside Ellen’s well fucked pussy. I licked it all over. Then I let the heavy cum filled condom slip between my lips so that I could really taste her nectar. It was great, the smell of my lover was in my nose and the taste of her sweet pussy in my mouth. I was soon sucking on the used rubber like a pacifier. I watched as Ellen’s hand dropped to her own sex organ and we both began to masturbate together.

That’s when it happened, the condom I was sucking on so hard broke and exploded into my mouth. The black guys cum rushed into my mouth making me gag. I tried to pull away but the cum just followed me. A thick splash went into my mouth. With a plop, more landed on my chin and then the rest of it spilled all over my bare cock. I suddenly realised that I had a mouth full of Jerome’s cum. My body froze in place, all except for my hand, that kept pumping up and down on my dick, which was now covered in another man’s cum. The cum of a big black man. The load that was meant for Ellen was now all over me. I looked into the same mirror on the door where I had created my masturbation video which put me in this position. There I was once more, holding an empty condom over my face, pumping my spent dick all covered with Jerome’s spunk. I also realised my mouth was empty. I had just swallowed hus large deposit of cum.

Naked and standing shocked before me, legs spread like a discarded doll, she allowed herself to explore her juicy curly blonde nest while spreading small plump lips with her dainty fingertips. When she parted those small now hairless lips, a pink nub at its apex stood like a tiny erection. Tongue wagging as though she wished she could lick it, she frigged herself to quivering fluid-spraying orgasm. Fingers sliding over the pink swollen gland after exploring her juicy sheath, she shivered and sucked her slippery wet fingers. Sighing in pleasure, she rolled back onto the bed next to Jerome, her eyes closed, enjoying the moment. Then she looked at me, beckoning me over with her other hand.

“Jerome’s cock looks all messy,” Ellen said to me, rubbing cum over Jerome’s helmet, “Why don’t you clean it for him?”

I knew that it was now or never. I was either going to go through with this or I wasn’t. I was hoping that Ellen wouldn’t think differently of me but I had to trust her… after all, I had nothing and no one else. Jerome looked at me with a hopeful expression. I felt cold. Ellen took my hand and placed it on his black cock. It looked partially hard, his thick pubic was trimmed and his balls hung low beneath his shaft. Ellen stared at me, her blue eyes sparkling in anticipation. She nodded for me to go ahead. I kneeled down, my face inches from his flaccid cock. He smelled nice, not terribly musky and not perfumed. I reached out and began to stroke his shaft feeling it grow with each stroke. I turned my focus to his balls. I had never handled another man’s cock, much less his balls. It felt strange but still oddly familiar. I certainly had handled my own equipment thousands of times before and while this was similar it was different too. I had never had this perspective before, looking at a hard cock at eye level.

At first I hesitated but, looking down at his semi erect cock, covered in a mixture of their fluids. I knelt between his legs and licked at his helmet, taking it into my mouth and sucking gently. Jerome sighed and Ellen stood up, coming to his side. Looking up, I could see Ellen and Jerome kissing, their tongues probing each other’s mouths.

“Go to work on him, get him hard again,” Ellen told me, “That’s it, lick his balls as well, make sure you get all that sticky mess.”

As I tongued his sack, Jerome groaned and I could see his cock twitching back to life. Tentatively, using all the gentleness I could muster, I slowly sucked all of his flaccid cock into my mouth. Holding it there, I enjoyed the feeling of the thick soft flesh filling my mouth. When I moved my tongue around the head he moved a little and moaned again. Softly sucking, I soon felt him start to grow, expanding in my mouth, getting thicker and longer. As he grew I had trouble keeping him between my lips. This slow, wet sucking and tonguing caused him to react as expected, his manhood expanding to its full length.

I rose a little, placing my arms on each side of his body giving me better access to his now engorged cock. Pushing my head down, taking as much of him as possible and then sliding back to the head. His cock was glistening, covered with my warm wet saliva. Ellen was giggling like a schoolgirl. I began a easy slow rhythm of up and down fucking with my mouth. Each down thrust as far as my throat will allow, feeling his hardness hitting the back of my tongue and throat. It didn’t take long before I could taste precum leaking from his slit. I sucked and swallowed knowing he was getting close.

My pace increased as his hips began pushing up to meet the wetness encircling him. He moaned as his hands reached for my head. He was almost lovingly stroking my hair as I continued to suck his throbbing cock. He pushed his hips up, while his hands stroked my head. I could feel the pulsating beat of his heart deep inside my mouth as his cock expanded even more. Jerome’s moans became louder and longer as his swollen cock moved, pulsating deep in my throat.

“Look at him Jerome,” I heard Ellen say, “I think he loves your cock as much as I do! I told you he was amazing!”

I felt almost euphoric with Eleanor’s praise and instantly gained more confidence so I started to swirl my tongue on the sensitive underside of his head. I soon felt Jerome’s large hand on the back of my head and I looked up to see a look of enjoyment on his face.

He looked down at me, smiled and moaned, “Mmm, you’re good at this… stop! I’m almost there!”

I continued my ministrations and felt slightly more pressure on the back of my head. Jerome was encouraging me and Ellen was pleased with me. Maybe this was who I was supposed to be. I was going to be a cocksucker for Ellen. I pulled off Jerome’s cock to catch my breath and looked over at Ellen. I saw her right hand kneading her breast and her left hand was in her pussy moving in a way that made me realise she was massaging her clit. She smiled at me and nodded at me to continue.

I turned back to Jerome’s cock and he pulled my head back onto full length. I gagged immediately as he nudged past my tonsils. He let me breathe as he changed positions and sat on the edge of the bed. I moved between his legs and returned to sucking his cock. As I continued to suck I felt Jerome buck his hips in time with my motions. He was becoming more vocal, saying things like “Suck me! Gag on it!” I heard Ellen say “Suck him off! Let him cum in your mouth”

Jerome’s hips continued to buck and his moans grew louder. I thought maybe he was close to cumming. His precum flowed like a summer stream. I sucked harder and harder, tonguing his slit, feeling him jerk and throb from the onslaught. He pushed his hands down and held himself suspended while you let out a loud groan of delight and animal passion. “Aaarrrrrrggggg,…..Ohhh fuck I’m cumming…..I’m cumming!!”

With that his cock pulsated one last time as his steamy hot cum blasted from the small hole, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and gulped trying to accommodate his creamy cum. Each beat of his heart sent more cum squirting and gushing from his bloated balls. I just kept swallowing blast after blast of his love juice. His cum tasted salty like I imagined but it was not unpleasant. He pumped four or five large ropes into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some leaked from the corners of my lips. I felt used. Dirty. Degraded. Pathetic.

He stayed suspended while his quivering ejaculation continued. Jerome’s body was hard as steel while his skin was covered with goosebumps. Soon he relaxed, lowering his body to the bed. His now empty cock began wilting, the softening euphoric stutter of passion released. As I released him Ellen captured his shriveling cock in her mouth, wanting to hold it as long as possible. She softly sucked and milked his cock with her warm mouth, as his body settled into the mattress. Finally his breathing returned to normal, and she let him drop from her mouth. 

Once again, Jerome looked completely fucked. Ellen pulled me up and kissed me with more vigour than I’ve felt since those first innocent days we spent together. Pulling off my lips she smiled at me and asked me if I was okay. I nodded with what felt like a stupid look on my face as Jerome, exhausted, sank into the vacated office chair looking equally bemused. Ellen went down on her knees and studied my penis as if she was making a direct comparison with Jerome’s purple headed warrior.

“Okay,” she announced, as if she was about to jump off a diving board. Then she pointed my cock slightly upwards, stretched her jaw open as far as it would go, and lowered her face over me.

I could feel Ellen’s tongue against the head of my cock, then as she slowly took me in, along the length of my shaft, like a ship running aground on land. She didn’t encircle her lips around it, but just left her mouth open as she steadily brought her head forward. I could hear the sounds of her breath coming from her throat and of her wet mouth taking me in. Ellen’s blue eyes looked up at me. She moaned a muffled “ugh” to show that she liked it, and held me locked in her stare as she kept me half-way in her mouth. Then she tilted her head back and craned her neck slightly, closed her eyes and put her hand on my ass to pull me further in.

I watched as she plunged my cock into her open mouth. She was amazing. Eleanor must have had a full six inches past her lips now. Her cute little nostrils flared as she took deep, steady breaths through her nose. I could feel her tongue tickling the base of my cock and then the head as it finally reached the back of her throat. Wanting all of it in her completely, I gently pushed her by the swirl of hair piled on top of her head. Suddenly, I felt the flesh of her mouth shudder. She gagged and reared her head, withdrawing entirely. “Oh,” she said in surprise as she choked and caught her breath. In the lamplight, a strand of saliva sparkled between her chin and the tip of my cock.

“I did it, though, didn’t I? She beamed at me, all teary-eyed now. “I guess a big hard cock like yours is a bit different from practicing with a ripe banana.” She laughed and swept her hair out of her face. “Let me try it again, okay?” She wrapped her fist around my wet cock and held it, then lowered her voice to a whisper. “Only this time, when I nod my head, push yourself into me and put your hands in my hair.” Her eyes brightened as she said it.

I was quivering as she gripped me. She took the first half of my cock in quickly this time and then her breaths became careful and deliberate. She stretched her jaw wider and moved her face closer; I felt my head on the roof of her mouth and then the sound of the flesh of her throat being plunged. She closed her mouth and hummed deeply, her warm tongue enclosing on me. Then she looked up into my eyes and nodded her little head with my cock filling her mouth. I wrapped my fingers through her satiny pile of blonde hair, Eleanor stretched her mouth open as if she was yawning, and I gently dipped further into her.

There was a slight croak in her throat, but she held herself there. All eight inches of my hard-on were in her; the texture of her uvula and her tonsils tickled my head. Having her warm mouth covering everything from my balls to my tip made me shudder when I thought of pouring my cum down her throat.

Ellen took my cock out of her mouth with a slurp. “Ohhh, you’re so deep in me when you do that…” she said. She held me in her fist firmly and smiled. “It’s kind of like when you get all of your cock into me, into my pussy, and my body feels totally filled by how hot and hard you are.” I quivered in her hand as she said this and she began stroking me. I could see her mind working to come up with some new, inspired bit of dirty talk. “Don’t get me wrong,” she said sweetly, “I love it when you’re going in and out of me, thrusting… So many times when you’re on top of me, sliding into my pussy, I think, ‘Oh my god, I can’t take any more of your beautiful cock…'” She beamed up at me, and then looked down and began again, almost shyly: “And then you do that thing where you lift my ass up and really shove it into me, and it’s like this whole cock, right up to the balls, is inside my cunt. It’s like that extra inch you shove in… it feels so good when you just plough me like that.”

She let go of me and loosened her hair until it fell down about her shoulders. My cock pointed straight at her as I stood. Eleanor smoothed her hair and then leaned back onto the bed, her hands behind her ass and her breasts jutting outwards. She crossed her legs and looked directly into my eyes. “Tell me what you want now,” she said flatly.

“I think I need to see that again,” I answered. She smiled and leaned forward to me. Opening her mouth, she stretched her tongue well beyond her lips, and as she gathered her long hair away from her face again, Ellen brought my cock far inside her. She went quicker this time. I craned my head to look at her in profile as she put me deep in her throat. Her jaw was widely open, so much that her lips weren’t wrapped around the top of me, and she softly shut her eyes. I could hear the wet plunge of my head in her throat and had to look away to keep myself from shooting my load of cum into her. As I tried to keep my mind away from the pleasure, I felt a tingling through my balls. I looked down again; Ellen was licking them with just the faintest tip of her tongue, both hands nesting in her hair the whole time.

She pulled away now. “What self-restraint!” she said, proud of herself. “I was sure I was going to get it that time, right down the throat. A lady expects at least that much when she sucks cock that way.” Ellen put on her haughty, offended tone of voice. “You’re even a gentleman when getting deep-throated!”

Hmmm… more of Ellen’s games. She had a way of pretending we were other people that was obviously meant to be fun and silly. And you could play along if you wanted or just enjoy her performance. When she would come, her beginning moans and dirty-talk were a kind of performance too, meant to prod you along and come inside her at the same time. It was like a tug-of-war. But each time I managed to hold on and last longer than she did, I noticed a moment in her coming where her sounds and the tension in her body changed from playfulness to unrestrained desire.

Eleanor stayed down there for at least a quarter of an hour but then, rising back to her feet, she said “I don’t want you to cum yet. There’s more fun to be had tonight.” She dragged me onto the bed and we made out like high school sweethearts. I moved down to her breast and began to suck on her nipple. My hand massaged her other breast, kneading it aggressively. After a few minutes of this I felt Jerome massaging my ass. I froze! I’d forgotten all about him. His hands were caressing my butt cheeks while occasionally grazing the crack of my ass with his fingers. I knew what this was, I was being made ready. A chill of trepidation went down my spine and Ellen sensed my change in demeanor. She grabbed my hand and placed it directly onto her steaming hot pussy. “Finger me…” she breathed. I extended my index finger and inserted it into her pussy. She was so wet it was like her pussy was sucking my finger into her. She moaned loudly as I inserted a second finger into her sex.

I felt something cool in my ass and knew that Jerome was preparing me for the ultimate fulfillment of my fantasy. He spread some lube around my asshole before inserting a finger. It was a pleasant feeling and was not painful at all. When he added a second finger I felt fuller but still no pain. Ellen pulled off of me so she could watch the show. I let Jerome continue opening me up, enjoying the sensations. He pulled his fingers out of me and Ellen kneeled down to give Jerome a little encouragement. “You need to make him rock hard for penetration,” she said between mouthfuls, “now you can take over.” She withdrew her pouting lips from the black man’s rising penis. I wrapped my lips around his cock for a second time, taking more of him in than I was able to previously.

He pulled me up and eased me onto the bed on my back. He positioned me further onto the bed to give himself room to mount me while he lubed up his cock. Jerome climbed between my legs, and I lifted my legs to let him in. He took my lower legs in his powerful hands and parted them before pushing back on my thighs, rolling me onto my shoulders, raising my ass off the bed. I felt a slight pressure on my ass and knew his cock was lining up for its assault.

“I’m not ready,” I croaked, “This is as far as I want to go. Time out.”

“This is not about you.” Jerome replied. He was opening a rubber and Ellen smiled at me but shook her head.

“You are ready. This is what I want. So you’re going to do this for me.” There was a wicked glint in her eyes. She reached out with her hand and took the condom from her boyfriend, “No Jerome, he needs to feel you, his first time needs to be bareback.” 

“No!” I struggled to sit up but both Ellen and Jerome held me down. I watched as he covered his impressive fuck tool in lube. I clenched my ass closed in fear. The anticipation of his huge black erection up me had me panicked. I had never had anal sex before and I didn’t want to start now!

My eyes were wild with terror for a split second and he saw it, and smiled. I wracked my brain thinking of something to say. In reality I had never had anal sex and was deathly afraid of it. I wanted to tell him something that would direct his attention back to my mouth, or back to Ellen’s pussy. “Um, no!” Was all I could say. Christ, I’m GREAT in a crisis.

He laughed and said “I’m going to pop your anal cherry. It won’t be pleasant at first but trust me, you’ll like it eventually. Don’t struggle and just look into my eyes,” he said in a firm voice. My eyes were wet and terrified, and this made him grin widely. “You are gorgeous. But Ellen wants me to rape your asshole and we both know you’ll do anything for her. How do you feel about that?”

I bite back a sob and say, “Helpless. Terrified. Please… please don’t.”

He moaned with lust and replied in a low voice, “Right answer, honey.” He asked if I was ready and I shook my head but Jerome pushed slowly but firmly and felt more pressure than before. While I felt no pain when Jerome used his fingers I was definitely feeling pain now. The fat head pushed against my tiny little virgin ass hole, and I whimpered with fear. He moaned again at the sound of my terror and pushed his cock again and again against my ass.

Jerome put his lubed up fingers back into my hole and moved them around, getting me loose and open. When he pulled them out, I felt his cock slide between my lubed cheeks and press against my hole. I seriously questioned if he’d be able to get it in. He kept the pressure up and massaged my opening with his cock, gently pressing against it, letting off, and then pressing again. I was going to do everything in my power to stop him fucking me but with Ellen holding my arms by my side and Jerome’s powerful bidy pinning me down, I was caught. I looked pathetic and scrawny under the bigger black man. My penis was soft and small, completely the opposite of the shining black erection rising above it. 

“Take deep breaths and relax,” Ellen instructed in soft tones into my ears as he pulled back his foreskin and positioned his cock between my cheeks. 

“Please don’t!” I gasped as he continued to press against my hole. Slowly, my opening let him in. It was very tight, and very gradually, as he continued pressing in and out, my ass opened more. Finally, he got partially in, and then held there, moving around, and I stayed relaxed. He pressed in deeper, very slowly, and I gasped as the head of his cock finally got through my entrance.

With, I swear, a fucking POPPING sound, he slid into my asshole. “OH YEAH!” he shouted with glee as he penetrated me, taking me up the ass, taking me in a taboo act of degradation. I was squealing like a stuck pig with the pain, and Ellen loved it. He slowly pressed on and inch after agonising inched was forced past my sphincter. Three inches… four inches… half of his manhood was inside me and it felt like someone had shoved a red hot poker up my arse. I cried and cried. I begged him to stop, and I cried some more. Through the haze of pain and fear I started to feel a slight twinge of desire, which confused me. This wasn’t how a person was supposed to react to violent assault, and yet part of me – a base, primeval part – was feeling something intensely powerful. I felt alive, used, animalistic, terrified, and somehow the pain felt pure and cleansing to me.

He left his magnificent member deep inside a few moments, and then slowly pushed in once more. I let out a deep loud moan and uttered, “Oh yes!” He grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide and pushed his thick rod in all the way, deep into my ass. However, mixed with the pain was intense pleasure. He continued pushing into me and I felt his curly pubes mashing into my balls. The pain subsided and only the pleasure remained. He was all the way inside of me and I felt a sense of accomplishment. He stopped, allowing me to get comfortable and then began to ease back out until all that was left inside me was his head. He pushed back in, this time bottoming out in one swift stroke.

“Don’t fight it! Feel him inside you. Feel his heat!” Ellen exclaimed, when he was balls deep inside me. Holding a few moments, he slowly slid back out, all the way, then pressed his tip in again and filled me faster. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheet in my fists as I moaned loudly. It got better when he began slowly fucking me, taking long strokes and proppong himself up above me on his hands. 

“Fuck yes, this is exactly what I wanted!” Ellen shouted as her black lover sped up his motions. I writhed below him as he grunted with each thrust. My tears stung my cheeks with shame. 

“Stop now!” I gasped, grimacing at the onslaught. My black rapist laughed at my tears, my pain and my now frequent moans, and fucked me harder. He pounding against my prostate as he skillfully fucked my ass with his cock, creating the first sparks of pleasure within me.

“Harder!” Ellen demanded. My eyes shut and my mind was lost to his cock. He obliged and took it up another level, really ramming it into me. I couldn’t believe how big he was, how tight he filled me, and how it felt to get fucked. My bed shook wildly, my moans and his grunts grew louder. He laid on top of me, trapping me, humping my ass fiercely, his breath hot on my neck. Our skin slapped together as he drove in deep and I was powerless with the weight of his body upon me. My hard nipples rubbed against his chest as he pounded my violated ass.

“Ohhhhh yeah, ohhhhh this looks incredible,” Ellen called out. Jerome grunted even louder, sat back up, and began thrusting into my ass in short jerky movements. I took it all for my blonde girlfriend, wishing it was over. He began long slower strokes and ran his hands up and down my back. 

His breathing was ragged, and I muttered, “Please don’t cum inside me,” under my breath.

He moved his hands to my hips and grasped them firmly and thrust hard and deep into me. I gasped, and then moaned loudly as he began pounding me hard and fast again. “Ohhhhh fuck!” I yelled, as he gave it to me good and hard. 

“Ugggh, oh God, baby, your fucking ass is so tight, ugggh, I’m gonna cum right up in your asshole, you like that? You want that, Ellen? Ugggggh…” He grunted and moaned unintelligibly, as my body bounced around on the bed like a rag doll. I groaned, reduced to a taken animal.

I was out of my mind. All I could think of was, “I’m getting fucked!” Jerome’s huge black cock smoothly thrust in and out of my asshole. He wasn’t aggressive, just insistent. He was driving to his ultimate conclusion and I was happy for him to finish inside me as quickly as possible and end this assault. I don’t know what it’s like to be fucked as a woman but it seemed like this was very close. I was giving another man pleasure, allowing him to use my body for his gratification. And my best friend had lured me here. She had skillfully manipulated everything. As she always did. For her own pleasure.

Looking at Jerome, his eyes were locked onto mine, a look of intense lust and desire was on his face. It was kinda hot knowing that it was my body making him feel like this. Jerome leaned downward, his cock buried deep in my guts, sweat dripping off his face onto mine. He leaned his face close to mine and his lips locked with my lips. I had never kissed or thought about kissing another man before, but the way Jerome was grinding his cock in my ass and the pleasure and lust I was feeling, all I was able to do was accept the kiss and the butt fucking I was getting. To my shame, I felt my cock harden and rise between us. Jerome sat back on his knees, pulling me with him so my ass remained connected to his cock, so he could see my erection from above his plunging black shaft. His black skin contrasted with mine. My cock reached its full size, pointing away from my body at ninety degrees.

Ellen was massaging my shoulders, chest and arms. She was shouting encouragement and leaned over to kiss me. Her kiss was intense and I felt that she was enjoying this thoroughly. She whispered, “Fuck you look so sexy when you are getting fucked by another man. I need that cock in me!”

Almost immediately Ellen leapt on top of me facing Jerome. She lowered herself onto my throbbing cock, both of us exhaling loudly as I filled her beautiful pussy. With Jerome’s cock stretching my ass and my cock stretching Ellen’s pussy I finally became a willing partner. She started riding me, slowly but soon she was bouncing on my prick like a wanton woman. Her moans increased in tempo and volume as I thrust inside her. Jerome’s thrusting grew more intense and he was moaning loudly. I knew from before that he was close to cumming. 

“This… is… so… fucking… HOT!” Jerome hissed between thrusts, “I’m going to cum!” 

I watched as Ellen Jerome kissed as they both fucked me and then the inevitabke hapened. He tensed and came hard, almost crying with the pleasure of it. With one final thrust, I felt Jerome’s cock twitch in my ass and his cum blasting into me. My ass rapist was unloading his sperm inside me for the second time, spewing forth great loads of hot cum, thrusting his cock right up into the center of me, leaving me hollowed out, in sweet agony, with slimy cum dripping out of my abused asshole.The warmth filled me, the sense of it rising inward. I was shaking, drenched, my eyes damp with the range of emotions filling my mind and body. 

He rested a moment or two, enjoying the continuing sensation, the feeling of my total submission. Then carefully, he pulled out, satisfied. I could feel his cock slipping out of my ass followed by his cum. The only way to describe how I felt was slutty. I felt thoroughly fucked. He collapsed backwards away from Ellen who was still humping herself onto me slightly and panting. I saw Jerome survey my stretched ass before returning to the office chair to watch Ellen ride me to oblivion. He looked… jealous? He left me to my shivering fear and my drying tears while the pain in my ass slowly abated. The warm semen trickling out of my ass was quite soothing, actually. It was a gentle end to a brutal rape and I was thankful that I was not in pain anymore, although my fear of him hadn’t gone completely.

But with Jerome’s weight off me I was free. I suddenly found my strength and grappled with Ellen as she gently rode me in reverse doggy position. Anger consumed me and I took charge, desperate to claw back some of my masculinity. I flipped Ellen onto her back to continue fucking her. My balls were slapping against her ass as I pumped inside her pussy. I saw red. Using the pain in my rectum to fuel my ravaging of her extraordinarily beautiful body. I knew I wasn’t going to last long as I continued thrusting, raging against my predicament. Finally, I felt the first spasm of my orgasm as Ellen’s nails clawed into my back, the screams from her orgasm echoing in the bedroom. She was enjoying it. Then as if she didn’t already know I whispered, “I’m cumming!”

She responded with a shaky yet soothing soft tone while she worked hard on her clit to reach her own orgasm as quickly as possible, “I know honey, I can feel it. It’s ok, shoot it deep inside me! Give me your liquid heat!”

As soon as she finished her sentence a powerful orgasm began a long journey through her while I was beginning to shoot thick heavy streams of cum deep inside her slim and quivering body. She arched her back and just as before I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock tightly. I felt the tremors of her cervix as it slurped my life fluid up into her fertile womb, which further enhanced my already intense orgasm. Then Ellen reached up and kissed me deeply as our bodies climaxed together. We kissed and kissed wrestling our tongues together and all over each other’s faces. It was a sloppy wet uncontrolled kiss prescribed by our purposely synchronized orgasms. My baby maker was still pumping full force jets of my sperm into Ellen as it twitched inside her. We were grunting and moaning uncontrollably, undoubtedly signifying to Jerome that we were consummating our relationship.

Slowly my volleys of cum became less forceful and I felt myself gradually regaining control. My cock was still deliberately buried to the hilt, making short strokes deep inside her pussy. Ellen was still climaxing with her pussy contracting around my cock milking it for every last drop of fluid and her strong cervix spasms increasing the chance of pregnancy.  Then without warning and rather abruptly her orgasm was lost. Ellen was lying under me, eyes closed with a huge grin plastered on her face and my cock was still throbbing and twitching within her vaginal canal.

When Ellen opened her sparkling blue eyes and looked at me she said with a big smile, “That was awesome!”

I smiled back at her as I continued to slowly move my spent penis back and forth within her as my cock slowly went limp inside her. I pushed her legs back and was careful not to allow any cum to escape as I lifted my soft dick from her pussy. I collapsed on top of Ellen, kissing her and holding her close. Neither Ellen nor I noticed that Jerome had dressed and slipped out while we fucked. Ellen asked, “Do you feel as warm as I do?”

I thought about the heavy load Jerome had fucked into me and shuddered. I had been raped by her boyfriend and she had been complicit in his popping of my anal cherry. There was a good chance that my body had accepted more of that powerful black man’s spunk than hers had. But that had been her mission… to break me and make me completely submissive when it came to her needs. She needed to see that… she needed me to feel it… and had I made myself complicit by accepting it? I sucked his cock for her. I tasted his sperm. Having him take my virgin ass, bareback, seemingly was going to be the price I would have to pay to keep Eleanor in my life. Ellen didn’t get a reply from me, she just snuggled into me as we lay there on our disheveled bed. She felt hotter than the fires of hell and I wondered if I had just made a deal with the devil… I didn’t feel cold. My ass burned.  As I lay next to Ellen, I began to doze off, my body totally used and with the taste of Jerome’s cum in my mouth.

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I wasn’t quite sure what woke me up. It might have been the same strange taste I’d fallen asleep with. Sort of a musky flavor. I didn’t wake up much, at first. There was just something so blissful and warm about the nest of blankets around me that the first faint stirrings of consciousness immediately decided to retreat back into the sweet comfort of sleep. In my semi consciousness I saw blue eyes… and orgasms, I remembered them with a faint sigh. Lots and lots of orgasms. I had got lucky. The details escaped me, I hadn’t quite woken up enough yet to remember who and why and where, but the what seemed fairly certain in my still half-asleep brain. Lots of sex. I shifted position just a little, trying to find my lover.

That woke me up further. When I shifted on the bed, I felt a lot of things at once. The first was pain. When I slid a little along the sheets, I felt a throb in rectum, a nagging pain that I realised dimly had been a part of me for so long that my brain had tuned it out. Rolling over also seemed to make me notice a soreness on my buttocks, a tenderness that I hadn’t felt before combined with a wetness… I closed my eyes, filled with a sense of intangible doom. The bed was cold and empty. I was alone again. Then I remembered his black cock. I remembered it pulsing, filling me with his hot semen. The contents of his heavy testicles was still inside me. I sat up, looking frantically around my darkened bedroom. But as the horror of it all sank in, I slowly slid down back onto the bed, knees open, head down, thinking: What have I done? What did he do to me? Where had Ellen gone?

It was early evening and the apartment was quiet. I looked at my phone. I had three messages and one missed call but nothing from Jessica. Wait? A missed call? It looked at my call log and saw that it was from Sophie. She called a couple of hours ago now… during my ordeal. I knew Ellen had messaged someone earlier, perhaps it was her Mom?  The first text message was from Jerome. The fact that he had messaged surprised me, he was full of praise for the evening we had all spent together and he apologised for seeding my ass on my first time. He also had regrets about his understanding of my relationship with his girlfriend. I could read into that either way: Did he feel sorry for me and how Ellen had led me on, but was stating that she was very much HIS girlfriend? Or was he sorry because he didn’t realise how much Ellen meant to me and she was MY girlfriend?

The second message was from Sophie. It was simple: “Call me xox”

The last message was from Ellen, telling me how amazing I was, how happy she was and that she hoped I understood… Jerome had apparently left in a strop and she wanted to appease him… Be with him… Sleep with him tonight.

No. I didn’t understand. But what other option did I have? My girlfriend was his girlfriend. Her boyfriend was my rapist. And I needed to learn to like it. I am a cuckold. That’s what I am. If I learned anything from the events that took place, it was that my hole, my once virgin hole, had been used by a black man. Not just any man. Jerome. Huge. Throbbing. Velvet steel. Thick black meat. That’s who owned my ass now and Ellen, she had claimed the rest. I wouldn’t even call my asshole an asshole anymore. My white skin was now a burning pink. Just like any freshly fucked pussy should be. And just like a freshly fucked pussy, mine was leaking cum.

That’s when I heard it. An unmistakable knock at the front door. I stood up slowly still feeling slightly light headed. I knew the cum dripping out of my ass pussy and the taste of cum in my mouth were just the beginning. I grabbed my dressing gown and walked to the door. It was Sophie. I stood there, staring at her, Jerome’s nut butter streaming down my legs. And let out a sob.

“We need to talk.”

…to be continued.