One of my earliest stories - apparently before I knew how to spell "tongue" or that I should be using spell check.
Now, let me see. Where do I start with this one?
Well, first, the divorce. My mom caught my dad fucking around on her when I was 8, and when they got divorced, I went to live with my mom. She made good money as a college professor, plus the ailmoney my dad sent. When I was 13, my mom started dating the man she'd end up marrying. He had a daughter from his own previous marrige, Laura, who became my step sister when she and her dad moved in.
So let me see. When this happened, I'd just turned 15, and was in the full grip of puberty (IE, horny as hell and with no idea what to do about it). Laura was 16 and a half, pretty far down her physical path to adulthood. Her dad let her dye her hair, and it was a platinum blonde, about shoulder length at the time. She had wanted blue contacts, but that was too expensive, so her eyes were still natural blonde. She still had a lot of her baby fat, but her tits had grown quite nicely (hey, we were living in the same house; you would've looked too). I guess she was a large B cup at this point, like 5'4" or so. Taller than me, anyway. as for me, I guess I was, I dunno, five nothing? Not too much, anyway. Average height for my age, and a little scrawny, let's leave it at that.
So anyway, I guess we got along OK; My stepdad kept his distance, and Laura was OK, I guess, although I resented her sleepeovers where I'd be banished to my room.
So, the time came where one weekend both our parents had to leave on a overnight trip for a conference somewhere, and stunned Laura and I both with the annoucement that they were hiring a babysitter to watch us.
Laura and I both thought this was ridiculous, but our whining and declarations of disbelief fell on deaf ears. Sure enough, when the saturday that they were set to leave rolled around, our babysitter arrived in the afternoon.
Her name was Amy Ling, and she was one of my mom's graduate students - I think she was 23 or 24 at the time. She was of course fully grown, 5'6" or so. She was on the thin side, her tits a shade smaller than Laura's developing set. (Not that I could tell much of this at the time; she wore a huge college sweatshirt over to our house.) Her hair was ink black and longgggg, like halfway down to her ass.
She introduced ourselves to us, and we, being the mature adults we were, proceeded to grudgingly act just nice enough to get our parents out the door. As soon as they were gone, though, it was barely concealed hostility from Laura and me. Amy made us dinner - pretty good, actually. The first sign of real trouble was when Laura wanted to know why Amy wasn't making Chinese food; Amy shut her up with a long, boring story about how her family was forced to relocate to Japan following World War II from Manchuria, and blah, blah blah.
The real trouble actually started after dinner. Amy went to use the facilities, and Laura followed her. A few minutes later, Laura came running into the room like a bat out of hell.
"I got it!!" she shrieked. "I got it! Look!" She shoved her cell phone at me - she'd used the built in camera to take a picture of Amy on the toilet, trying to cover herself up.
"Gross," I said.
"Yeah, it is," she giggled. "I'm gonna forward it to everyone. Here we go -"
Amy burst into the room just then.
"Give me that!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She charged Laura, trying to grab the phone out of her hands.
"Fuck you!" Laura screamed right back at her. "You're going to break it! Let go, you old bitch!"
Well, Laura was right; I'm not totally sure how it happened, but her phone fell, bounced off the hard living room table, and died with a loud THWUNK.
After that it was quiet for a second. Amy and I stared at Laura, who stared at her phone. Its broken face stared back up at her.
Laura slapped Amy, hard, snapping her head around. "You broke my PHONE!" she screamed, flying at Amy with her fists flying. Amy, stunned, stumbled backwards under her younger opponent's assault. Laura was in a rage, raining punches, some of them hitting and just as many going wild. Amy, retreating blind, tripped over her feet and went down, the rug breaking her fall. She ended up on her back, and Laura got right on top of her and slapped her hard. Amy's arms came up to guard her face, so Laura grabbed her long black hair with one hand, pulling on it while she kept throwing wild punches with her other hand.
Amy took this for a little while, before she saw an opening and powered up, reaching her arms up and shoving Laura off her. Laura went tumbling.
"You bitch," Amy screamed at her. She rushed Laura, grabbing her hair and laying her own punch into the younger girl's face. Laura's face was unguarded, and Amy's fist thwacked right into her nose. Laura cried out and put her hands to her nose. I could see blood in between her fingers. Laura moved one of her hands away, looking at her bloody fingers in disbelief.
I don't know if Amy was shocked at what she'd done, but she just stood there, her hand still buried in Laura's hair. However, if she thought the fight was over, she was mistaken. With a shriek, Laura raked her nails down Amy's face. Amy screamed, her own hands going to her wounded face.
"You cunt," she sobbed. She moved her hands away, and I could see that she had long scratches down her face, though no blood.
Laura by now had gotten up to her knees, so the girls were face to face on their knees. Laura threw a hard punch into Amy's hurting face. Amy cried out and shot back, and the girls spent a minute or two throwing punches at each other. They could hardly miss at this range, and the only sound was the thwack of each punch, and the girls groaning as one landed home.
Amy seemed to be getting the better of this shortly, and after one particularly hard right, Laura let out a groan and slumped forward on her. Amy pushed her over to the side, and Laura ended up on the floor, face down. Amy climbed on her back, grabbed her hair, and started slamming her head into the floor.
During the fight they'd moved off the carpet, and Laura's face was being smacked into bare wood. Laura took five or six of these, and I could see a bloodstain forming on the wood floor.
"Jesus, help me," she screamed at me. Amy slammed her head into the floor again, shutting her up. "Help!" she shouted when Amy pulled her head back up for another slam.
Honestly, up until now, I had just sat there in happy disbelief. Well, what the hell. I got up and walked towards Amy, who let go of Laura's hair and climbed off her to face me.
"I'm warning you," she growled. "You stay away. Don't come any closer. Don't you dare - "
I was close enough now to almost grab her, and she came forward, her knee coming up into my balls. I let out a squeak and collapsed to the carpet.
"You stay out of this," Amy shouted down at me. "This is between me and that bitch." She bent down, hooking her hands under my armpits and started dragging me roughly. She pulled me over to the couch, I guess to try and tie me up and keep me from interfering. She managed to get me to the couch, and was looking around for something to tie me up with when Laura attacked.
She caught Amy totally by surprise with an uppercut between her legs. Amy's mouth formed a soundless O in shock as she sank to her knees. Laura climbed onto the couch, her hips at eye level with a still kneeling Amy. From there she snaked her legs around Amy's head and clamped them shut.
Amy's hands came up to Laura's legs, trying without success to make her let go. I could see Laura pulsing her muscles, squeezing Amy's head tighter and tighter. Amy's legs were still free, and they were kicking around as she tried to get to her feet or escape.
"Get her legs," Laura shouted at me. I'd recovered by now, so I carefully grabbed her wildly kicking ankles. "Pull her pants off," Laura commanded next. Now we were talking. I unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, throwing them away. "And her undies," Laura said next, now sporting a shit eating grin as Amy's struggles started fading. I'd never done this before, but it was easy enough to get ahold of her white panties and slide them off. "You ever seen one up close?" Laura teased. "Take a look."
I spread her legs and looked. Her bush was neatly shaved, and - well; suffice to say, I was enthralled. I was also totally and utterly distracted, so when Amy used a last surge of strength to get to her feet, I sat there like an idiot.
Laura's legs were still wrapped around Amy's head as she stood up, so the girls ended up with Amy on her feet, Laura hanging off her, her head still resting on the couch. Amy wrapped her arms around Laura's midsection, and was able to stumble away from the couch, holding Laura in a piledriver position. I'm not sure if the smart thing to do would have been to let go, but Laura was running on pure instinct now. In any case, once they had cleared the couch, Amy drove Laura's head into the floor in a sloppy, blind, possibly accidental piledriver.
Laura's head hit the floor, and even though it was carpeted, her head made a loud thunk on impact. Her scissors finally let go, and she ended up face down on the floor, stunned. Amy, her face red, took a few deep breaths before rolling Laura over onto her back. Laura was wearing her usual tight jeans and a T-shirt, and Amy pulled the shirt up over Laura's head so it trapped her arms and was over her head; I could see her stomach and yellow bra. Amy started throwing punch after punch into Laura's stomach. It started turning red as Amy punished it. After seven or eight hard punches, Amy, still breathing hard, climbed off her. I think she was looking around the room for her clothes, but her eyes fell on me.
Oh, fuck. I had forgotten I was in this fight too. I got up to face her, not bothering to hide my boner tenting out my pajama pants.
Amy came at me with her fists up. I was mostly looking for another crotch shot, and she didn't disappoint. She threw a kick at me, and I caught her leg. This left her hopping on the other one trying to keep her balance. I kicked her other leg out, and her back and head hit the floor, hard. I still had one of her ankles, so I grabbed the other one and spread her legs.
Gosh - what a sight. I hated to harm a masterpiece like this, but I wanted to win, after all. I lifted my foot and stomped right on it.
She groaned and covered her pussy with her hands. I changed targets and stomped her stomach, and she let out another groan.
I twisted her ankles so she rolled over on to her stomach. I'd seen something in a wrestling video I wanted to try. Hopefully it was a real move - I sat down on her back and linked my hands under her chin, then pulled back. I guess this really did hurt, because she started groaning, and I could feel her legs kicking. I pulled back even more, as hard as I could, and she seemed to be really hurting.
I held her like this until I saw Laura, her T-shirt thrown off, getting to her knees. She was back in action if a little worse for wear. I released Amy, who crumpled to the floor.
Here we were, Laura in her jeans and bra, me in my pajama pants, and Amy in just her oversized sweater. Laura lost no time, coming up to Amy and pulling her big sweater up and over her head, leaving the older woman totally naked.
That done, Laura rolled Amy over onto her back, then took her arms and pulled them up over her head. Laura sat down on her wrists. Down at her feet, I grabbed her ankles, and Amy was totally defenseless.
Laura reached down and took Amy's nipples in between her thumbs and fingers.
"You like this, you old bitch?" she sneered. "You call these tits?" She stopped long enough to hit each breast with a stinging slap before she went back to teasing Amy's nipples. "You," she told me, "check her pussy." Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. I spread Amy's legs before sitting down on her knees to keep her legs immobilized. I ran my fingertips up and down her entrance.
"It's wet," I marveled.
"Look out for cobwebs," Laura giggled. I ignored her and gently worked a finger in; this brought a moan from Amy. "Try your tounge," Laura purred. I removed my finger and went to it - I ran my tounge all around the outside before plunging it into her. From there, I may not have known what I was doing, but I set about it with gusto. Soon enough Amy's hips were bucking, meeting my tongue as I ate her. Just when it seemed like she was about to lose control, I heard Laura issue another command.
"Hold up," she told me. She looked down at the trapped woman beneath her. "You want more of this? Huh?"
"Uhhh," Amy groaned. Laura held up her hand, and I stopped moving my tongue.
"I said, do you want more?"
"Yes," Amy's voice came, barely a whisper.
"I didn't catch that," Laura said sweetly.
"Yes, please."
"Tough shit," Laura decided, her voice hard again. "Come up here," she directed me. I reluctantly climbed off Amy's legs and came up to her head. Laura pulled her up and had me hook my arms around Amy's in a full nelson. She kicked and squirmed, but couldn't escape. Laura reached behind her back and undid her bra, throwing it in the corner. We were all on our knees, and Laura had me push Amy's face down so she was angled at my step sister's bare chest.
"Lick them," she ordered. When Amy refused, her mouth clamped shut, Laura reached down to her crotch, digging her nails into the older woman's pussy. Amy cried out in pain. "I'm not gonna ask again," Laura hissed. "Lick!" Reluctantly, Amy's tongue went to her younger torment's nipples. She ran her tongue all around the proferred nipple, then put her lips around it and sucked. Laura practically purred at this. She let Amy do this for a little before switching tits and letting Amy work on the other nip.
Laura was really enjoying herself now, and soon she undid her pants and slid out of her jeans and undies. She had me lay Amy down on her back again, and Laura mounted her face, her bare pussy pressing into Amy's mouth.
"Eat me, you old cunt," she commanded. Amy could barely get her tongue out of her mouth, and Laura started fucking her face with relish. She played with her nipples with one hand while the other was behind Amy's head, pushing her face even farther into her crotch. Laura was really into this, moaning as she got more and more excited.
Soon she was ready to finish. This was the first time I'd seen a woman climax up close, and Laura's body quivering and her cries of ecstasy left no question as she came. When she was done, she sat on Amy's face for a minute more, breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
"Awesome," she finally said. "Okay, let's finish up." Laura started getting off Amy's face. For one second, as she was still straddling Amy's head, she left herself vulnerable, and that's all it took. Amy's head reared up, and she bit down on Laura's crotch.
Laura let out just about the loudest scream I've ever heard, surprise, shock, and agony all rolled together.
Laura rolled off of Amy, curling into the fetal position, trying to massage some of the pain out of her crotch. Amy got to her feet, fire in her eyes, and we faced off again. My head was buzzing; less than 15 minutes ago my tounge had been buried to the hilt in her pussy, and now we were back to fighting. To be fair, it must have been even stranger for her - not that it seemed to show too much; we both had our fists up like we were boxers. I was watching for the crotch attack again - my pants were pitching a major tent. This turned out to be a mistake, as Amy faked a knee to the groin, and then nailed me with a hard right to the stomach. I wasn't prepared for this, and I let out a oof as she knocked the air out of me and stunned me. She followed that up with a real knee to the balls, which brought me to my knees. She hit me with an awkward double axe handle that knocked me all the way to the floor, face down on the hard surface. She stomped me, hard, her foot landing in the middle of my back. I rolled over onto my side, blindly flailing, trying to back her off. She landed a hard kick to my hurting stomach next. I tried to put my hands over my sore stomach, but I felt her hooking her hands under my armpits again, dragging me back towards the couch as she had earlier in the fight. I went dead weight, thinking I could play possum and surprise her when we got there.
When we got to the couch, she lay me down, face up, on the floor, and went to her purse, still on the heavy table. As she was opening it, though, Laura had managed to crawl to one of the bookcases and pull herself up to her knees.
"You fucking cunt," she screamed, "I'm going to fucking kill you!" She pulled herself to her feet; Amy was still frozen, one hand in her purse. Behind her I grabbed the couch and pulled myself up to my feet.
Amy was really in trouble now. I was a few feet away from her. Laura, across the room, was advancing on her slowly, partly still hurt from Amy's surprise attack, and also stalking her prey. Amy looked back and forth between us, not moving. Only the sounds of our heavy breathing were filling the room, and Laura's soft footfalls on the padded carpet.
Laura was close now, almost in attack range, bringing her fists up.
Amy's hand finally came out of her purse; she had something in her grip. I realized too late what it was - pepper spray. Oh, fuck.
She turned, pointed, and unloaded it on Laura's face. Laura's hands shot to her face, screaming in agony as the pepper spray blinded her.
Amy turned towards me as Laura collapsed to the carpet. Amy pointed the spray at me and pushed the button -
I had put my arms up to shield my eyes, hoping to avoid or dodge the spray. But when she pushed the button, nothing but a sad pfft came out. Empty. "Oh, fuck me," she groaned.
I couldn't believe my good luck - had to make the most of this. I charged her, tackling her to the floor. We rolled around for a minute, and I ended up on top of her. I got her wrists, trapping them above her head.
"Listen, stop, stop," she panted. "Stop. Listen to me for just a second." I held her there, holding her wrists above her head, my butt over her neck. "We don't have to fight," she said. "I don't have any quarrel with you. Look, you can help me out. Right?"
"I don't think so," I said. "I have to live with Laura after you leave."
"Well," she said, inclining her head up, "what is Laura going to do for you?"
"What do you mean?"
My boner was back; rolling around with her had seen to that, and she was still nude. Her head leaned up farther, her lips brushing against the tip of my dick through my thin pajama pants and boxers.
"Do you think your sister is going do this for you?" Her mouth covered the tip of my penis. Even though my pants, this was feeling really good. I felt her lifting her wrists, and I let them go, cautiously, ready to grab and slam them back down if she tried anything. She reached up and tugged my pants and underwear down, and my dick sprang out. She took it with her right hand, her left gently cupping my balls. She started jerking me off, slowly, smiling up at me. "How about this?" she cooed. I just moaned in response. She brought her head to my cock, her tongue flicking around the head playfully, then taking it into her warm mouth.
God, how do you describe your first blowjob? Let's leave it at saying it felt wonderful, and at my age and with her experience, I was ready to cum pretty soon. I guess she could sense this, because she started jerking me quickly, applying a little more pressure to my balls with her off hand.
She kept the tip of my dick in her mouth as she finished me off, her hand pumping as I came until I was empty. When I was done, she removed her mouth and hand, and gently pushed me down the floor, onto my back.
"Now stay here, sweetie," she ordered.
Honestly, I would have been happy to fall asleep right then, but of course, Amy had just put me out of the fight so she could get her own back on Laura. For her part, Laura had been trying to wipe the pepper spray away, and had managed to get most of it, although her eyes were still painfully red and puffy. She was sitting with her back to us, kneeling in front of the table, still dabbing her eyes with tissues.
Amy stalked her, clearly enjoying herself now, thinking she had the upper hand and she was about to put this little girl in her place. She snuck up behind Laura and locked on a sleeper hold from behind. Laura only had time to let out a urk as Amy's arms snaked around her neck and clamped shut. Laura's hands went to Amy's arms, but she couldn't pry them away. Amy was really pouring on the pressure, and Laura's eyes started rolling back in her head, then her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Amy gently worked her to the floor, releasing the hold only when it was clear that Laura was really out for the count. She shot me a cold smile as she lay Laura out, spread eagled, facing the ceiling.
Amy went and got Laura's yellow bra off the floor, then came back to the table and pulled Laura's arms behind one of the sturdy table legs. She used the bra to tie Laura's hands around the table leg, leaving her largely helpless, her back resting against the table, arms immobilized. Amy sat down on her legs, and Laura was really trapped now.
"Wake up, bitch," Amy hissed, bringing Laura around with a few stinging slaps. As Laura opened her eyes, Amy's hands drifted south, tugging roughly on her nipples. This brought Laura around in a hurry. Amy went to work on her tits, slapping them, then hitting them with brutal straight punches, then pulling and twisting her nipples, then digging into them with her sharp nails while Laura wailed. When she had enough of this, Amy moved south, laying punch after punch into Laura's already bruising stomach.
Laura was a mess by the time Amy was done; her eyes were still red and puffy, with tears leaking out. Her chest was red where Amy had slapped, punched, and scratched her tits. Her stomach was a mess of ugly bruises.
"You had enough?" Amy asked.
"Ugh," Laura groaned. Amy slapped her hard in the face, then started choking her with her left hand. Her right hand went between Laura's legs, digging her nails into her crotch. Laura let out a strangled scream as Amy worked both holds, tears streaming down her face.
Well, this was enough for me. I got up to my feet. Amy turned to look at me.
"I told you to stay down," she hissed, reluctantly giving up her holds and climbing off Laura to fight me again. We came at each other hands up to box. I threw a few punches at her; most of them went wild, but one hit her in the face. She grimaced and stepped back. I threw a kick between her legs - I guess I did it right, because her hands went to her crotch and she sank to her knees with a groan. I kicked her in the chest and she fell over onto her back.
I pounced on her, trying to get her arms pinned, but she got one of her hands between my legs and wrapped it around my balls. Before I could try to pull her hand away, she started squeezing. Both my hands went to her wrist, trying to pry it off, but pain was radiating out of my balls as she punished them. She got up so we were both on our knees, her hand still between my legs squeezing. She pushed me backwards across the carpet until my back hit the back of the couch. She was still working the nut clamp. By now I'd given up pulling her hand away, and she was really hurting me bad with this; the pain radiating out of my balls was keeping me from thinking straight.
I latched onto her nipples and pulled as hard as I could. Amy grunted and grimaced, but her ball squeeze only got tighter. I groaned and leaned forward, my head coming to rest on her shoulder as I was running out of juice.
"You can give up any time," she breathed in my shoulder. "Or I can rip these off. You choose."
I abandoned my tit pull; I tried to come up with another strategy, but the screaming pain was all I could think of now. Luckily, my rescue was annouced with a loud crash.
Amy's hand slacked as we both looked over at the source of the noise. Laura had managed to get to her feet, the bra binding her hands flipping the table over onto its side, freeing her. She got to her feet, throwing away the crumpled bra that had once held her arms tight.
"Let go of him," Laura screamed. Amy finally released her hold - oh, thank god - and got up to face off with Laura one last time. "No more tricks, you old bitch," Laura hissed. "You're dead. You're fucking dead, you hear me?"
"You're a very bad little girl," Amy growled. "I'm going to teach you some manners now. Come here."
They closed, each one of them obviously feeling the effects of the fight, Laura a little more than Amy. They started throwing vicious slaps and punches at each other. I would've loved to have gotten up and helped Laura, but the way I was feeling, she was on her own for now - and she seemed to be getting the worst of it; she was able to back Amy off with a few tit slaps, but Amy came back with a punch that hit her right in her still red and swollen left eye. Laura cried out in pain, and Amy followed that up with a knee between the legs, then raked her nails down Laura's face - payback for Laura's earlier move. (God, how long had we been fighting for? )
Laura stumbled backward, hands over her face, sobbing. Amy hit her with a hard punch to the gut, then pushed her over onto the floor. She straddled Laura, pinning her wrists underneath her thighs. Laura could only kick her legs as she struggled to get free.
Amy started beating the shit out of her, throwing punch after punch into her face. Laura cried and screamed as Amy's fists thwacked into her face; her nose and mouth both started bleeding as Amy pulverized her.
I tried moving; it was painful, but possible. I crawled up behind Amy; she was so into her work she didn't notice me coming until my arms linked around hers, pulling her up and off Laura and into a full nelson. Amy shrieked, more in surprise than pain, probably. Her feet kicked around behind her, trying to find my sore balls, but our bodies were too close.
Below us. Laura had a great view of the action, and sent a punch straight up between Amy's legs. One more of those stopped Amy's struggles, and she kept laying them in, five or six, until a moaning Amy was sagging in my arms.
"Hold her," Laura panted, painfully pulling herself up to her feet. "Hold her right there."
I worked us down to our knees, keeping Amy's legs between mine so she couldn't escape. She slumped in the full nelson, silent, her big, ragged breaths the only sound.
Laura came back in a minute, one of the living room chairs in her hands. I'd seen people get hit with chairs on TV, but those were folding metal chairs; this was a solid, heavy wooden chair. This ought to put her out for good, if not kill her.
"Stand her up," Laura told me. I let go of the full nelson and pulled Amy up to her feet, in a reverse headlock (like I was going to give her a DDT). Laura lifted the chair above her head and brought it down on Amy's back.
I don't know what I expected; instead of the thwack from a chair on TV, there was a dull, heavy WUMP. Amy screamed, a high wail of agony. The heavy blow knocked Amy out of my hold, landing face first on the ground.
The chair itself cracked, but wasn't broken. Laura threw it away, smiling. She rolled Amy over onto her back and sat down on her stomach. Amy lay there with her eyes closed, tears coming down her face.
"Wakey wakey," Laura purred, tugging on her nipples. "How'd that feel, cunt?"
"Uhgghhghhhh," Amy groaned.
"You had enough?" Laura asked, yanking Amy's nipples straight up. "Huh?"
"Yes," Amy's voice came, very soft.
"Really?" Laura asked. "You going to admit I'm the better woman?"
"Yes," Amy agreed. "Please. I'm done."
"You are done, bitch. Tell me what I want to hear."
"You're the better woman." Laura, looking like the cat who ate the canary (if the cat who ate the canary had puffy, swollen eyes, a busted nose, a bloody mouth, red tits, and a bruised stomach), let go of Amy's nipples.
"And you want to show me how much better I am, right? Hmm?" She climbed off of Amy's stomach and flipped over over onto her stomach, then had me sit down on Amy's back, camel clutch style, hands fit under her chin, but not pushing back.
"And if you bite me again and my man here is going to break your back. Understand?"
"Yes," Amy sobbed quietly. Laura sat down in front of her and spread her legs wide, presenting her pussy to Amy.
"Go."
Last time, Amy couldn't get her tongue out of her mouth and got her face fucked; this time, she was free to go to work, and she set about it with gusto. After she had buried her face in Laura's crotch and Laura started thrashing about in pleasure, it seemed to me she wasn't going to pull anything, so I let her arms go. She pushed Laura's legs even farther apart, flicking her tongue in and out of Laura's pussy, running it up and down, then working it all the way in. Laura's toes curled as Amy worked her over.
I thought Laura was going to come right then, but instead she pushed Amy away, and got to her hands and knees.
"Lick my ass," she commanded. Amy hestiated for a second, so I pushed her face towards Laura - Amy took it from there, leaning forward and running her mouth around Laura's ass, then stopping and working her tounge into it. Laura was really enjoying this, moaning and rocking as Amy's tounge went in to the hilt - gosh, had she done this before? Her left hand steadied Laura's hips - involuntarily bucking - and her right hand went between the younger girl's legs, sliding two fingers into her pussy. Laura was already close, and under Amy's skilled tounge and hands, she was soon coming, her legs kicking as she groaned into the floor. Amy kept working her as Laura's hips bucked, her fingers pumping away as Laura screamed out in climax.
Finished, Laura slowly sank to the carpet, Amy releasing her. Laura lay on the carpet for a minute, just breathing heavily. She rolled over with a groan.
"Good," she breathed. "Good." She got up to her knees, still breathing heavily. "Okay. We're almost done." She pointed at me. Well - actually she pointed at my dick, which was needless to say hard as rock after that. "You liked that, huh?" She got to her feet and came around behind me. I went to stand up, but she put her hands on my shoulders. "I think you earned a nice reward. Hmm? Amy, what do you think?" Amy just sighed. Laura went over to her and laid her down on her back. "Spread your legs," she purred. "Wider. There we are." She came around back to me. "Have you ever done this before?" she smiled.
"No," I admitted. "Uh - I think I can figure it out - " Laura got behind me, pushing me towards Amy, her tits pressing into my bare back. Laura's hand reached around me, grabbing my dick. She pushed forward on me, guiding my cock into Amy - god, she was wet - well, I hate to cop out again, but how do you describe your first time? It was amazing. Laura stayed behind me as I fucked Amy, my butt hitting her hips with every pump. Well, at this age I wasn't exactly bursting with stamina, but I had come once already - good god, this felt wonderful. I fucked her faster and faster, my hips hitting hers as I pounded her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Laura said, suddenly grabbing my hips, stopping them from moving. "Don't want to get this cow preggers, huh? Come on - " she pulled my hips away, my dick popping out, glistening with Amy's juice. Before I could protest, she pulled me over to Amy's head. "Wakey wakey," she purred. Amy was laying there with her eyes closed; Laura slapped her lightly, bringing her around. "Look at this," she said, taking my rock hard package in her hand. "I think you better clean this."
Amy's head came up, and she took me into her mouth again. She massaged my sore balls with one hand as she sucked me off, her tounge swirling around the head. After all we'd done it didn't take me long to come. I erupted into her mouth as she played with my balls. She swallowed my entire load - Laura made sure of that.
I thought we were done then, but not quite. Laura took Amy's hair and dragged her over to the couch, leaving Amy laying there on the floor as she went through Laura's bag. She came up with Laura's cell phone and started snapping pictures with it. When she had a few of Amy laying defeated, she dragged her out to the floor and had me take more pictures as Laura stood with a foot on the beaten woman's chest, then straddling her face.
With all that done, Laura told Amy she'd be keeping her phone and panties - trophies, and to replace the phone Amy broke - and let her clean herself up. When she looked half presentable, Laura took great glee in kicking her out of the house.
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