Pussy Eating, Squirting, A Little Bit Of Thigh Fucking, Pussy Fuck, Creampie
3,202 Words
I'm experimenting with a longer build-up while focusing more on the situation/story rather than the smut scenes. Honestly, I am a little dissatisfied but oh well, tell me what you guys think if you would.
The click of the locker room door feels unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet.
Just moments ago, the space had been a low hum of activity. Jiyeon, Leeseo’s ever-present manager, was fussing over a loose thread on her costume, while Leeseo herself was slumped dramatically in a chair, fanning her face and letting out exaggerated sighs. Now, there’s only you and her.
“It's so hot,” she whined, her voice dripping with a carefully crafted exhaustion that didn’t quite reach her bright, watchful eyes. “Jiyeon unnie, I’m so, so thirsty. But not for water. For that special strawberry milk from the big convenience store three blocks away. The one with the little cartoon bear? Please? I can’t perform my best without it.”
Jiyeon hesitated, glancing at the clock, but one look at Leeseo’s perfected pout had her grabbing her purse and keys. “Alright, alright, you little diva. I’ll be back in twenty minutes. You,” she said, pointing a stern finger at you, “keep an eye on her. Make sure she rests.”
And then, the click.
You’re the new guy on the security detail, barely a few months into the job. Your primary role is crowd control and creating a buffer, but for solo schedules like this, you’re also a glorified assistant, a presence meant to deter any sasaengs and handle minor logistics.
You’ve been trying to keep your head down, to be professional, invisible. You spend your time in the corners of rooms, like you are now, arranging equipment cases and neatly folding discarded towels. You're aware of her, of course.
It’s impossible not to be. She’s Leeseo, the giant baby of the group, all long limbs and dazzling smiles.
You’ve seen her on stage, a whirlwind of charisma, and you’ve seen her off stage, a master of cute antics, constantly clinging to her unnies or charming the staff with a well-timed pouting.
The silence stretches, and you feel her gaze on your back like a physical touch. You pretend to be absorbed in your task, aligning the water bottles with military precision.
“Oppa.”
Her voice is different now. The whiny, childish edge is gone, replaced by something softer, smokier. It slides down your spine and coils low in your gut. You turn slowly.
She hasn’t moved from her chair, but her posture has changed. She’s no longer slumping. She’s leaning back, one hand braced on the seat, her head tilted. The short skirt she’s wearing for the concept shoot is hiked up slightly, revealing the tops of a pair of delicate, pastel pink stockings.
They disappear high up her thighs, into the shadows beneath the fabric. Her legs are crossed, drawing your eyes to the smooth, honey-toned skin of her calves and the gentle curve of her knees.
“I’m still so tired,” she says, her voice a low murmur. “This costume is so tight.” She uncrosses her legs and lets them fall open just a little. It’s a subtle shift, but it feels like the whole world has tilted on its axis. “My legs feel so cramped in these stockings.”
You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. “Should I… get you a different chair?” you ask, the words sounding stupid and hollow even to your own ears.
A slow smile plays on her lips. It’s not the bright, innocent smile for the cameras. This one is pure temptation. “No, oppa. I need help with something else.” She pats her thigh, the sound is a soft thump in the silent room. “These stockings. They’re so hard to take off by myself. I’m too tired to bend over.”
Your heart hammers against your ribs. This is a line. A massive, brightly lit, neon-glowing line that your job description, your professionalism, and every ounce of common sense screams at you not to cross. But you’re young, and she is breathtakingly beautiful, and the look in her eyes is not a request. It’s a challenge. A dare.
“Please, oppa?” she asks, her voice dipping into that whiny tone again, but this time it’s a weapon of seduction. She pouts, her bottom lip glistening. “My legs are aching.”
You take a hesitant step forward, and then another. It feels like you’re walking through water. You stop in front of her, your tall frame casting a shadow over her. From this angle, looking down, the view is even more intoxicating.
The skirt seems impossibly short, and her thighs look even more incredible. They are not the stick-thin limbs of some idols; they are full, strong, dancer’s thighs. Meaty, just as you’d imagined, with a soft curve that promises heaven.
“Okay,” you hear yourself say, your voice is suddenly rough.
You kneel. The cold tile floor is a shock to your knees, grounding you for a moment. You are at her mercy, positioned perfectly between her legs. The air is stuffy with her scent, a mix of sweet perfume and her own unique, feminine musk. She shifts in her chair, parting her legs a little wider to give you access.
“They’re attached up here,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the hem of her skirt. “You’ll have to… reach inside.”
Your hand trembles as you reach for the hem of her skirt. The wool is soft beneath your fingertips. You lift it slowly. The pastel pink stocking top comes into view, held in place by a delicate garter strap connected to a lacy band around her thigh. And just above it, the bare, supple skin of her inner thigh. The sight makes the air catch in your lungs.
“Be careful, oppa,” she breathes, a shaky words.
Your fingers brush against her skin as you work the small clasp of the garter. It’s hot. So incredibly hot. She lets out a soft gasp as your knuckles graze the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. You manage to unhook it, and the stocking immediately loses some of its tension.
“Now the other one,” she instructs, her voice barely a whisper.
You repeat the process on her other leg, your movements a little bolder this time. As you unclip the second garter, you let your fingers linger for a fraction of a second too long, feeling the faint, rapid pulse beating beneath her skin. She shivers, a full-body tremor that you can see and feel.
With both garters undone, you grasp the rolled hem of the stocking on her right leg. You begin to peel it down. The nylon whispers against her skin as you reveal her thigh, her knee, her calf. You roll it carefully all the way down, over her ankle, and off her foot. Her bare leg is flawless, glowing in the artificial light of the room. You set the stocking aside and reach for the other one.
As you begin to roll the second one down, she stops you. Her hand covers yours, pressing it firmly against her thigh.
“Wait,” she says, her eyes dark and hazy with yearning. “You’re so kind, oppa. So handsome, too.” She leans forward, her other hand coming up to cup your jaw. Her thumb strokes your cheek. “You’ve been watching me, haven’t you? I’ve seen you.”
You can’t speak. You can only stare into her eyes as she leans closer still.
“I’m so wet, oppa,” she confesses. She shifts her hips, a small movement that makes the fabric of her panties rustle. “Ever since you walked in today. I sent Jiyeon-unnie away for you.”
Her confession shatters the last of your resistance. This isn’t an accident. It’s a calculated, desperate seduction. And it’s working.
“She thinks I’m such a kid,” Leeseo continues, a bitter edge to her tone. “They all do. But I’m not. I’m a woman. And I want you.” She guides your hand from her thigh, moving it deliberately towards the apex of her legs. She places your palm flat against her crotch, right over the thin cotton of her panties.
It’s completely soaked. You can feel the damp heat through the fabric, a shocking, undeniable proof of her arousal. She moans low and presses herself against your hand.
“Please, oppa,” she begs, her facade of control crumbling into raw, open need. “I need you to taste me. Please. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
The request, so blunt and needy, sends a jolt of lust through you. You don’t need any more convincing. You lean forward, your nose brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. The scent is intoxicating—sweet, musky, and utterly Leeseo. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pull them off.
Her pussy is a revelation. Plump, pink lips, glistening with a creamy, white wetness. They are dewy and slick, already weeping for you. She gasps as the cool air hits her exposed flesh. Without a second thought, you lower your head and press your mouth on her cunt.
She screams, a sharp, choked sound that is quickly muffled as she presses a hand to her mouth. Her hips buck wildly. The taste of her is even more addictive than her scent. You lick up her cream, savouring the flavour as you explore her folds and ridges with your tongue. You find her clit, a hard little pearl hidden beneath its hood, and you lave it with attention.
“Oppa! Oh, god, oppa, yes!” she cries into her hand, her body convulsing.
She grabs fistfuls of your hair, not to pull you away, but to hold you closer, grating herself against your mouth with a frantic energy. Her wetness floods your mouth. She's getting closer, her moans becoming more desperate, her breathing ragged.
You work your tongue faster, harder, determined to give her what she wants. With a piercing cry, she comes apart, her body seizing in a powerful orgasm, her inner walls clenching and releasing as she overflows your mouth with her climax.
She slumps back in the chair, boneless and panting, her eyes glazed over. You pull back slowly, your chin and lips slick with her juices. You look up at her, and she gives you a dazed, grateful smile.
But you’re not done. Her orgasm has pushed you over the edge. The bulge in your pants is now a painful, throbbing ache. You stand up, your movements are urgent. Leeseo’s eyes widen as she takes in the prominent shape of your huge cock straining against the fabric of your trousers.
“Oppa…” she breathes, her eyes full of awe and hunger.
You don’t waste time with words. You undo your belt and unzip your pants, freeing your erection. It springs out, thick, long, and lubricates with a bead of precum at the tip. Leeseo licks her lips, her gaze fixed on it.
“It’s so big,” she whispers reverently.
She’s still waiting and open for you, her thighs trembling. But you want to feel those amazing thighs wrapped around you first.
“Could you, uhh, wrap your legs around my neck,” you hesitate.
She obeys instantly, her dancer’s flexibility allowing her to hook her ankles behind your head. You position between her legs and push your hips forward. The head of your cock presses against her wet folds, but instead of pushing in, you slide up, rubbing the length of your shaft between her plump, wet labia and up against her still-sensitive clit.
Her head tosses back. “Oh, that feels so good!”
You hug her legs close, sinking your cock between her meaty thighs. They grip you tightly, her wetness and your precum making an easing, hot sheath for you. You fuck her thighs, your beat hard and fast, the sound of your skin slapping hers echoing in the room. She moans with every thrust, her hands gripping the sides of her chair, her knuckles white.
“Please, oppa, put it inside me,” she begs, her voice broken. “I need to feel your cock inside me. All of it. Pretty please~”
Her plea is your command. You pull back, the head of your cock hovering at her entrance. She is so wet, so ready for you. You push forward, and the thick crown of your cock slips inside her. She cries out, a mix of discomfort and pleasure. She’s tight, so wonderfully, virginally tight.
“You’re so tight, Leeseo,” you groan, pushing deeper.
You fill her completely, stretching her, burying to the hilt inside her. You’re both panting, staring at each other in a moment of sheer, primal connection. Then you begin to move.
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. You pull almost all the way out before slamming back into her, hitting her inner walls with every deep thrust. She screams your name, no longer bothering to muffle the sound.
Her legs are wrapped around your waist now, her heels digging into your back. The skirt is bunched up around her waist, a ridiculous accessory to the raw, hardcore fuck you’re giving her.
“Faster, oppa! Harder!” she cries, meeting your thrusts with her own.
You’re both lost in a haze of lust. The world has shrunk to this locker room, to the feeling of her hot, wet pussy milking your cock, to the sound of her ecstatic screams, her needy expression. Your climax building, a deep, hot pressure in your balls. You lean down and kiss her, a rough, sloppy kiss, your tongues tangling as you pound into her relentlessly.
“I’m going to cum, Leeseo—Shit…”
“Me too! Come inside me, oppa! Fill me up!”
Her words are all you need. Grunting low, you unload deep inside her, your body shuddering with the force of your discharge. She screams as your hot seed floods her, her own orgasm shaking her to the core, her inner walls clenching around your cock in a final, blissful spasm.
You collapse on top of her, your forehead resting on hers, both of you panting and cover in thin sweat. The silence returns, broken only by your ragged breaths. After a minute, you slowly, reluctantly, pull out of her. Her juices and your cum spill out, dribbling down the crack of her ass.
She looks at the mess, then up at you, a wicked, satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“That was amazing, oppa,” she says, her voice satisfyingly husky. She reaches out and traces a finger along your jaw. “This will be our little secret. Right?”
Just then, her phone, lying on a nearby bench, buzzes. A message from Jiyeon. ‘On my way back up! They were out of the bear one so I got the one with the kitten. Hope that’s okay!’
Leeseo giggles, a sound that is both innocent and deeply corrupt. “You better get dressed, oppa,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “Unnie will be here any second.”
Your mind is a feedback loop of pure static. The message from Jiyeon registers somewhere in the distance, a foghorn from a world you no longer inhabit. This room, right now, is its own universe, smelling of sex and her sweet perfume.
You're still breathing heavily, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You quickly, clumsily, tuck yourself away and zip your pants, the metal teeth seeming deafeningly loud.
Leeseo, however, moves with a calm grace that is terrifying. She swings her legs off the chair, standing up without a hint of a wobble. A single, pearlescent trail of your mixed fluids runs down the inside of her thigh. She doesn't wipe it away with panic. Instead, she grabs a makeup wipe from the vanity, her movements fluid and practised.
She carefully cleans herself, then smooths down her plaid skirt, adjusting it until it sits perfectly on her hips. With a few deft pats and pulls, she erases any evidence of your frantic, quick-fucking climax. She picks up the discarded stockings from the floor, folds them neatly, and places them in her bag.
In the space of thirty seconds, she transforms. The flushed, screaming, climax-ridden girl is gone, replaced once more by Leeseo, the idol, poised and ready. She glances at her reflection in the mirror, fluffing her hair, and patting her cheeks to even out the colour. There is no trace of the debauched woman who just begged you to fill her up, save for the deep, knowing glint in her eyes when they meet yours in the mirror.
She turns to you. The room is still dense with the realization of what you've just done. A career-ending, life-altering act of utter madness. The panic is beginning to bubble in your chest, cold and sharp. What if Jiyeon notices something? The smell? Your flushed faces? What if Leeseo regrets this and tells someone? Your life as you know it would be over.
As if reading your spiralling thoughts, she closes the distance between you, stepping right into your personal space. She rises onto her tiptoes, her lips brushing against your ear. Her breath is hot, and sweet, sending another shiver down your spine, but this one is laced with ice.
"Don't worry so much, oppa," she whispers, her voice a low, conspiratorial hum that is for you and you alone. "I took a pill this morning."
She pulls back, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She gives your chest a playful little pat, right over your frantically beating heart.
The words detonate silently in the space between you. A pill.
It wasn't just a crime of passion. It wasn't a spontaneous, reckless moment that swept you both away. For you, maybe. But for her... it was premeditated.
She woke up this morning, this eighteen-year-old girl, and planned for this possibility. She planned to seduce you. She planned to have you fuck her raw. She took a pill to erase the most significant consequence, a calculated move in a game you didn't even realize you were playing until you had already lost.
You just stand there completely dumbfounded. Your mind struggles to catch up, to process the sheer audacity, the cold-blooded foresight of it all. You look at her, really look at her, and you no longer see the whiny kid or even the seductive woman from moments ago. You see a terrifyingly intelligent, determined individual who gets exactly what she wants, with contingencies in place.
The doorknob turns.
Jiyeon bustles in, holding up a small carton of milk with a cartoon kitten on it. "They were out of the bear! But the kitten is just as good for our superstar, right?" she says, her voice bright and blissfully unaware.
"Thank you, unnie! You're the best!" Leeseo chirps, her voice instantly reverting back to its cute, childish pitch. She takes the milk and gives Jiyeon a quick side hug.
Your world spins back into focus, harsh and terrifyingly clear. You're standing in the corner, your pants hastily fastened, the scent of her climax still faint in the air, your cock still aching with the memory of her tightness.
She shoots you one last glance over Jiyeon's shoulder. It's quick, just a flash, but it's filled with everything: their shared secret, her victory, and a promise of more to come. Then she turns away, completely absorbed in her conversation with her manager about the next filming set.
You remain frozen, a statue in the corner of the room.
What the fuck did you just do?
Seriously. What in the absolute fuck did you just do?
Aside from fulfilling my fantasies, I never thought I’d actually be using this sub to post my own experience. Now that I’ve experienced it first hand, I feel like I owe this place some content. Although it took place a few weeks ago, I can’t stop replaying it in my head. Just to clarify I’m 23 and my sister is 25. This is also my first time writing so bare with me.
Every year, my family meets up with relatives from across the country and enjoy a week at our shared vacation cottage. The other families we’re on route to the cottage already.
The day was breezy, hot and full of summer dresses and skin. We were at the airport, picking up my aunt and her daughter. They live in another province so we offered to give them a ride after they flew in. The plan was to pick them up and go straight to the cottage a few hours away. We had already found them and were packing up their luggage into our car.
I was sort of helping but really I was stuck mesmerized by the many attractive girls speckled in the passing crowds. In my head, I thanked the earth for having seasons like summer. Everywhere I’d look there were girls in dresses or short shorts. Legs galore. For a brief moment, I forgot how humid and hot it was. Then I started being thankful for air conditioning.
I tuned back into my family.
“Sorry Sal! this was the best we got”, my dad explained to my aunt. “the van is back home, out of commission. We’ll just have to squish in” Early 90s van, thank God we didn’t take it. What we did have was a decently sized hatchback. As much space as it had though, the combined baggage of all five of us had taken up the whole trunk and at least one human seat.
“You guys are going to have to double up”, my dad finalized.
“Really!? There’s got to be more room in the trunk. We’ll just redo it and tetris a different way”, Gwen said behind her shades. She tried to rotate some bags and squish them tighter into the trunk. She was always determined. We allowed her to try.
I have never thought of my sister in a sexual way. But I’m not afraid to admit that with her summer outfit on top of her sporty figure she was definitely looking good.
Her summer dress was just a couple inches shy of being unclassy, which was the perfect tease for the male gaze. Thanks to her gym subscription and volleyball team her thighs and calves were well developed. Toned enough to show that she put time into her body. Her brunette hair, swayed back and forth in it’s ponytail as she kept trying to push the bags further into space that wasn’t there.
As attractive as she was though, she has always been just my sister. The one who I fought over poptarts with. The one who pulled the age card to win every argument when we were kids. The one I’d fight for space over the couch with. We didn’t hate each other, but we weren’t always close. Which is why this experience to me was unexpected. My incest fantasies never included my own sister.
“Ahh! I tried. Let’s just get out of here. I need to feel the breeze,” she surrendered. The sweat glossed over her fair skin.
“Sorry Gwen! Alright! Everybody in before we get flagged by the police,” my dad chuckled. Even though that was a very real possibility. We we’re lucky that the road to the country side was nearby. Once we get on it, the only traffic we’ll see for hours are other locals heading to their own countryside getaways.
Me and my sister paused before we got in the car. I didn’t know how it was going to work. She looked at me expectingly. “Ryan, you will crush me if you sit on my lap,” she half laughed. “Get in first.” I agreed instantly. She was only 5'3 and I could only guess about 110 lbs while I weighed about 50 lbs more.
The thought of having her on my lap though, at the time, was more of a nuisance and discomfort. Especially for a few hours drive. I sat down on the left side of the car while a huge amount of bags filled the middle seat. Aunt Sally and her daughter Annie doubled up on the other side of it. We could barely see them since the bags almost hit the roof of the car.
Only until my sister sat on my lap did I remember what I was wearing. Or not wearing. I knew the ride was going to be a long one so I wore something comfy. T-shirt and shorts. I also knew we might make it in time to go swimming right away so they were swim shorts. And I was not wearing any underwear.
My shorts clearly lost the battle against the feel of her soft legs and ass. The image of my cock rubbing against a girls ass instantly raced through my mind. My cock twitched. I was weirded out by the thought since It was my sister’s ass triggering them. I tried to shut it out before it got weirder.
“This for three hours. I can’t. Sorry, Ryan. Let’s try this,” Gwen moved forward a bit. Her bum now rested on the edge of my legs. Using them as a ledge to sit on. She was so close to the front passenger seat that she was hugging it. My cock was discouraged but I was relieved. But it also gave me a peak at her rose pink panties, as her dress rode up a bit above her ass. I averted my eyes.
“That’s fine with me. as long as you’re good like that”, I obliged.
The car started. We settled in. Squished in like a bunch of sardines in a can. And we set off.
20 minutes goes by. The sun was still hot, but the wind was giving us some TLC. My sister had plugged in her phone to play her music. She had a good playlist picked out for a summer drive. My parents and my relatives were busy catching up. It was a good drive so far.
“Okay, you’re knees are too bony” Gwen mocked.
“They’re naturally bony”.
She lifted her shades up to her head, showing her bluish green eyes and gave me a face. She leaned back to me and relaxed her body. Clearly she was tensing up while trying to stay in that previous position.
She leaned her head back on my right side. The bags in the middle were big enough to be a pillow on her right. “I should’ve done this earlier! It’s pretty comfy.”
I could feel my legs getting a bit numb. I thought, I just have to do this for a couple hours more. Good god. I leaned my head back too. Our faces were pretty much next to each other. Gwen had a subtle coconut sent. Must be her lotion or shampoo. It was gentle on the nose. As I inhaled, the sent eased my mind a bit but then it continued down to stir my cock.
I was immediately aware again that my cock was pressing up from underneath her. It didn’t help that my sister was wearing a dress. With the way she backed into me, the bottom of her dress was sitting slightly above my waist. So the only thing between my sisters ass and my cock was my shorts and her panties.
The smell of her delightfully stuck in my nose. It was encouraging my cock. I tried to stay still and imagine my cock getting softer. I knew it would be super weird for my sister if she felt me getting hard. but it was at that moment where the road started to get bumpy. The car jerked up a bit.
Our bodies moved with the car. The motions increased the pressure between my and my sister for a moment. Her smooth skin slid against me and my shorts. Her petite body fit perfectly on top of me.
“I forgot how bumpy the road gets here”, Gwen said while readjusting her body. Her hands grabbing the side of the car for support. Her bum wiggled a little, to get back into the position she was in. Her head next to mine. The smell of coconut. Her ass. My cock. God dammit.
“Oh man, my legs are getting numb” I said in the hopes that it would help change the situation.
My sister gave me a nervous look. She clearly was uncomfortable and I think was aware that I was getting harder. In the hopes to make me more comfortable, she adjusted her body. It only egged me on.
“Sorry, just a few more hours. I’m not that heavy. You got this”
For the next few minutes, I just tried hard to distract myself with anything passing by in the scenery. The good thing was that my family were procrastinators. We had to get up super early and pack everything we failed to do the days before. As soon as I knew it, I was falling asleep.
I woke up about more than an hour later. The sun was starting to go down now. The car was quiet; music turned off. I looked around, and everyone else seemed to be sleeping, except my dad of course. My sister was also passed out, her head resting beside me. Her petite body lay comfortable on me with her legs dangling off mine. Her right hand was resting on my arm.
As I regained consciousness, the hard fact that I was fully erect came to realization. Our bodies must’ve adjusted while I was asleep because now my cock was upright in between my belly and my sisters ass cheeks. I knew Gwen did squats too, I could definitely feel the results of them as her ass hugged my cock nicely. I could feel my tip getting wet.
Every now and then, as I tried to control the sensations, the car would hit a bump in the road. And my cock would push up against her ass.
Agony. I could only hope that Gwen didn’t wake up and freak out at me. I looked down to my shorts and could see the tip of my cock peeking up at me. The pee hole of my shorts was slowly opening with the movement of the car. Not good!
All of sudden, she mumbles. I freeze for my life. With her face next to mine, I feel her breath. I feel her swallow. Her chest expands and compresses with every breath. She adjusts slightly and gently moves her ass against my cock. Her hand squeezes my arm. My heart beats faster.
And then nothing.
She was simply turning in her sleep. I remember to start breathing again. Relaxing. I think to myself, I have to get out of this before I explode. In a very awkward attempt to not wake up my sister, I lift her with my pelvis. I try to hold her in that position with my hands as I adjust my cock away from her. And of course, the car jerks up and causes my hands to slip.
My sister’s ass lands hard on my cock. My fully erect cock was now back underneath her ass but also touching the lips of her pussy.
Something was different though. I can feel both her ass and lips hugging me. I can feel it much more. So MUCH more because my cock sprang OUT of my shorts’ pee hole. I silently moan. And having my sister’s thin panties definitely was not helping. With perfect timing, the road began to get more rockier. That told me that we’re almost there. Maybe 20 minutes more. I can do this(LIE). Every few seconds, the car would rumble. My eyes roll back as my cock is massaged between my sisters lips and ass.
I hear my sister mumble again. CRAP
“Uhh we.. ummost..there yeh..”, she attempts to speak, half awake. Her body begins to move and stretch. She inhales, arches her back and lifts her legs a bit to get circulation back. It made her ass hug my cock tighter. And her eyes shoot wide open. She definitely felt it now.
She quickly looks at me. Our faces, so close to each other.
She whispers sharply, “Ry-!”
“-I know, sorry! Natural bodily reaction.” I quietly and plea.
“Dammit, Ryan.” The car continues to rumble. It does a second time. A third. “Crap. So hard…It’s right under my..” She tries to compose herself.
Her eyes close. She quietly moans. The rumbling becomes more consistent. Her hand grabs a hold of my arm.
We stay like this for a few minutes. Our bodies just gyrating together. I can feel her getting wet on top of my cock. Her panties begin to get soaked as the car continues to shake our bodies. The rumbling is making me like a god damn vibrator. She bites her lip and exhales hard. I slowly feel her pussy and ass move along the length of my cock.
I try to hold her steady. I can’t take this shit. Even though she’s my sister, the feeling of my cock being jerked is taking over my mind. I inhale, trying to focus. The smell of coconut. Dammit. So good.
Through the rumbling of the car, me and my sister struggle through the vibrations silently for the next few minutes.
“Oh my goddddd”, Gwen mouths. She looks at me concerned.
“Try to focus on something el..”
The car hits a huge bump in the road. And our side of the car jumps way up. “HOOHHH!” Gwen quietly moans. She throws her head back onto the headrest.
All I could feel was soft wetness.
From that big upheaval, Gwens body lifted high enough for my cock to slide past her panties and for her pussy to swallow me whole. Oh shit! Oh Shit! I’m inside my sister. This soo wrong! I feel her body tense up. Her back arches and her legs shake. She’s cumming. She tries to make out words, but only vowels come out.
After a few seconds, her body releases. She remembers how to breathe.
Her hand squeezes my arm tightly now. The car recovers and continues on to its regular rumbling. My cock now gyrating in Gwen’s pussy. I can see her starting to get red. Her head now resting back, with her eyes closed. Mouth open. She was glowing. Her fingers squeezing and releasing my arm while the walls of her pussy do the same to my cock.
At that very moment, I had crossed to the other side of the fence. For the first time, I saw her as something other than my sister. The idea of having feelings and desires for her as a female now became viable. I knew I was nuts because it was just the situation. But the way her pussy caressed my cock, drove me past the borders I never thought I’d cross. She was fucking beautiful.
“Ry..” She whispered. She tried to maintain a look of concern above the pleasure.
She moans. Her body begins to move more significantly. Intentionally. “I’m sorr.. minds going blank..” She swallows hard.
I understood exactly. I communicated that by sliding my hand under her dress and pressing my hand against her waist. Her skin was smooth. I could feel her wetness in between my subtle thrusts. Yeah, I was thrusting now. Subtly.
The car was gyrating vigorously now. The gravel road was reaching it’s peak. And so we’re we. The noise of the stones beneath us masked our small moans and deep breaths. The wind from outside cooling us down.
Gwen began to gently caress my arm with her fingers. I moved my hand from her waist down to her leg. I caressed it back and forth. Her back now arched but still leaning against me. Her body twitched. She was liking it.
I looked to the rear view mirror, to see if my dad noticed anything. Luckily, there were too many bags around us, shielding any view of our bodies from the front seats. The only thing our dad could see if he turned around was our faces. His eyes were fixed on the violent road. My mom was still asleep.
I took the chance to kiss her neck. Her mouth widens and gives a slight moan. As subtle as my thrusts were, I was pushing harder into her as she pushed down on me. I wanted to go deeper into her. I feel her juices spilling onto my shorts. Her walls were getting tighter.
She inhales deeply, “Hohhh”, her eyes wide open. “Oh fuuckk” she mouths to me. She’s out of breath now, can barely speak. “Keep going…harder”.
I comply. I thrust into her harder. Subtle enough to not be noticed by my dad. I check the mirror again. The car continues to rumble. A big jerk every other second. My cock slides in and out of Gwen so easily. We gain a rhythm. Faster and faster.
She turns her face to me, fully blushing now, and stares intensely. Her eyes shift back and forth between me and my dad and the rear view mirror.
She moves towards me quickly, and kisses me. Her lips so soft. The smell of coconut too. My eyes stay open, fully taken back. The warmth and softness of her lifts sent in a rush of ecstasy. We stopped and looked at each other and then at the rear view mirror. Again we kissed. More passionately. Her tongue greeted my mouth and I greeted back. We finished with that, afraid of getting caught. But we continued fucking.
My sister turns to my ear, “I’m on the pill”.
My mind went crazy. She was giving me permission to cum inside her. I began to thrust faster. Harder. The car continued rumbling.
I watched her close her eyes, her mouth open. Her body was tensing and push down on me hard to make up for the lack of thrusting we could do. My crotch and shorts were now soaked. Thank god for the windows still being open. The smell of sex came off us and exited through the window.
With my cock still pushing hard gyrating inside of her, Gwen begins to tense. Again, her breathing quickens. I can feel it coming. Her pussy begins to squeeze me tightly and her hands reach up into my hair. I can’t fight it. I can feel myself about to cum. So I thrust harder into her.
She takes a sudden inhale, “Hohhhh” She squeezes me tighter than ever. Her body convulses. Her legs press firmly against mine. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. A strong silent moan comes from her open mouth.
As her convulsions happen, her lips grip my cock so hard. I thrust my hardest, deeper into her as I lose it in the big climax. My hands grip her waist as her hold her in place. Her hands reach for balance. My cock continues pulsing inside her. I feel my cum fill her up and drip out of her pussy and onto my shorts.
“oh my god yessssss!” She quivers and I’m still pulsing.
For the next few minutes we just sit there. I feel her muscles twitch every now and then. Her head rests on my shoulder as I caress her body under her dress. She kisses me on the cheek quickly.
I catch her smiling and satisfied. We look at each other, acknowledging what just happened. We both understood that our relationship has just changed for ever. And for the better maybe.
The rumbling comes to a stop. “Made it! Finally here, everyone!” Dad announces. The cottage towers over our car. The other relatives we’re already inside, moving about.
Perfect timing. Me and my sister get out of the car as quickly and discretely as possible while trying to hide the mess we made on each other. I cover up as much as I can.
My sister sprints to the cottage, “Gotta use the bathroom! Full bladder!” she announces to everybody. I watch her legs and her ass.
My thought immediately went to what will happen in the next few days. Me and my sister are sharing rooms.
That weekend me and my sister explored this new thing we had going on. There were a few hickups during the stay since there were a lot of relatives there. But sorry guys that was the first part. I ran out of time, I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow. But I’ll try to continue soon.
“My girl very guai one, everytime go library study”, my parents would always brag to anyone who would care to listen and I would always blush when they say that, but not because I’m the good little nerdy girl they think I am hehe.
You see our family is strict, reeeeal strict. Room doors are to be open at all times, computer usage should be kept in the living room, no watching or reading anything even close to sexual (even kissing scenes are frowned upon haha). Can’t blame them I guess, they just want to protect their good little Catholic girl from corruption.
Back to why I blush at the thought of libraries. No, I’m not THAT nerdy to get turned on by libraries. Its the things I do there hehe. After a certain age I realised the only time when I can do whatever I wanted on my laptop was when I’m at the library and boy was that a revelation haha. Don’t get me wrong I’m still a nerd who spends perhaps too much time at the library studying, but I also spend close to an hour (alone) everyday in the library on tumblr and some very inappropriate sites hehehe. VPN can do wonders :o.
I switch between my school’s and public libraries (somehow they’re crowded on different days?). Pick a spot at the corner and any cameras that might be pointed at my screen (I’m paranoid like that hehe). Get my studying done (I’m still Asian after all hehe), then its fun time hehe. Since I have a curfew, I can only spare about an hour so I pull up my nasty sites and start edging as soon as I can. To everyone else there, I’m just a meek looking girl in school uniform and a hoodie with earphones plugged in studying intently. But for that hour I’m actually a dripping wet nympho watching some hardcore pounding on my laptop. My face gets bright red and I get so wet that I worry about staining my skirt.
An alarm beeps softly through the violent moaning and grunting - it’s my hour alarm, time’s up. I close that filthy incognito window and clear my history to be sure. Check downloads and recycle bin to see if I left any trace behind. I check my skirt - thank god its not wet. I give a glance around the room - everyone’s heads are down, studying.
With a light step I pushed my chair back and walk quickly to the toilet. There’s a girl in there washing her hands, she sees me and offers a friendly smile. Fuck, does she know? Whatever. I dash into a cubicle, skirt comes off, panties next. The white panties is a little translucent from my precum. I pull it off to my mid thighs and plant my perk ass on the toilet seat. Too horny to care about laying tissue haha. I stick a finger into my mouth, my tongue circles playfullly around it, pretending its something else. My other hand slides down to my slick pussy and gets to work. I bite my lips and try not to moan. I cum in minutes.
Reality hits me after a gripping wave of pleasure.Its Operation Clean Up time. Like a surgeon, I work with precision through pre-planned steps (HAHA forgive the terrible analogies :P). Put on a pair of fresh panties that I stuffed into my uniform skirt. Check. Keep my cum-stained panties into the lil plastic bag that I brought the fresh ones in. Check. Tidy up before I leave the cubicle. Check. Walk nonchalantly to the sink and do a quick wash-up. Check. See if I smelled funny - nope. Check. I step out of the toilet feeling like a mission impossible spy aw yeah hehe.
Anyway what comes after is pretty boring. I pack up, go home to my regular nerd life, have dinner with my family, watch tv, practice piano and secretly wash my stained panties so mommy doesn’t find out hehe. Rinse and repeat for 6-7 times a week. :P
Your Truthfully,
Nasty Nerd
PS: Always have been a silent lurker here but thought it’ll be cool if I documented a bit of my very private life here. I write kinda weird so let me know if you see rooms for improvement. Feel free to drop me a message if you wanna chat hehe. See y’all at the library :P
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