by Wild, Nikki
I moaned softly, hoping no one could hear the way my teasing brought sounds that had—until today—had never been heard outside of four walls. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me like a drug, heightening my senses as I played with my aching clit.
My hips tightened, pressure beginning to well up deep inside of me as I imagined my legs wrapped around Richard’s waist, his cock buried deep inside of my welcoming pussy as my hips squirmed and bucked against him, riding his thick member until I felt the warm release of his sperm gush inside of my body. It was a fantasy I’d only ever dared to dream of, one I had read and seen in videos but could only hope would one day be mine. I wanted to feel Richard’s seed inside of me, to truly be his. It was a fantasy that never failed to bring me straight to climax.
I bit down on my bottom lip as an electric crackle of pleasure radiated up from between my thighs, stretching out and dissipating as it reached the tips of my fingers. I felt my body relax against the hard surface of the alcove wall, my muscles practically melting as I drew closer to the heights of my climax, eager to fall right over the perilous edge and into the sea of orgasmic bliss, Richard’s name kissing my lips as I cried out in ecstasy.
My chest rose and fell, the peaks of my breasts hardening like diamonds in the cool pre-autumn air. I moaned out again, my caution thrown to the wind as I pictured Richard, somewhere hidden as he watched me with his hand wrapped tightly around his massive cock, stroking it to the thought of being inside of my wet pussy, sliding inside of me and pleasuring my in the way only he truly could. In that moment I began to truly feel like he owned me, and I reveled in the thought of truly being his.
“Dick,” I whimpered as another wave of pleasure rolled over me, another warning before the coming storm of my own bliss. My breasts trembled with each quivering intake of air, my breathing ragged and uneven as the tighten deep inside of my body threatened to break over me, drowning me like a victim at sea in an ocean of pleasure.
My head rolled back as my hips gave an involuntary convulsion, bucking hard against my hand as I did my best to stifle my cries of joy. For a moment I’d lost all sense of my body, the sensation of falling overcoming me as I felt every muscle in my arms and legs relax all at once. My heart hammered like a war drum, and as my eyes opened, I found myself a naked, quivering heap on the floor, my body covered in a glossy sheen of sweat.
I whimpered, still reeling from the incredible impact of my orgasm, one I’d hardly felt the equal of. In the distance beyond the confines of the corridor, I heard the sounds of conversation and footfalls, the campus already awake and active.
Just as I had begun to take stock of myself, I heard the soft buzzing of my phone, heralding another text from Richard. Almost frantically I grabbed for the device, biting my lip to eagerly read his next message.
“Good girl,” he had written. “Now get to class. You’re late.”
I blushed deeply, my cheeks burning in pride as I read his praise over and over. So what if I was late? This had been so worth it.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter 12
Dick
Practice had been brutal.
Over the last couple of days, the coach had been running us through drill after drill, preparing as much as possible for the very first game of the season. I was excited for the thrill of the game, the physicality of the field, but at the same time, the mandatory practice had left me little if any time for Jessica. I felt terrible, after all the whole point of coming to this place was to be around her.
“We’re gonna come out strong,” he’d said only an hour before in this very locker room, “and we’re gonna kick some ass!” But the harder we trained, the more I began to worry if I’d actually be good enough.
I sat on the wooden bench that took up the center portion of the aisle, wrapped in a clean white towel after a shower. The last of my teammates had left long before, and there was only me left to ponder whether I’d be able to handle rigors of college football. High school had been one thing, but the strain of being a college quarterback was something I hadn’t been prepared for. The truth was that I missed Jessica and the feeling of her body against mine. I hated the time we were forced to spend apart, and in a way I blamed football for the distance I felt was beginning to grow between us.
She doesn’t deserve to be ignored like this, I thought, rubbing my hand over my face in frustration. But I swear, this training is going to put me in an early grave from stress alone.
Day after day, I’d come home from practice completely exhausted, run ragged by the constant movement and relentless exercises. It was like army boot camp, only with less live-fire training. The first game was only days away and no matter how often I trained I still didn’t feel like I was ready. High school football felt like child’s play compared to the intensity of college ball—especially where the coaches were concerned. The harder I worked the harder the coaches and assistant coaches pushed me, driving me harder and harder until I was about to pass out, and even then they pushed me to keep going. All of that so I could throw a damn ball. It almost didn’t seem worth it, especially since I had no intention of going to the NFL after college. Football was just a means to a free degree.
But to keep that scholarship I needed to actually play as well as keep my grades at a decent level, which wasn’t easy when all you wanted to do after practice was sleep for an entire week. Assignments and class had a bad habit of falling through the cracks, especially when games started to happen on a weekly basis. Between training, travelling and sleeping, finding hard to be an actual student was practically impossible, let alone an attentive lover. It was exactly that reason that I hated leaving Jessica without practically any attention.
“Room for one more in here?” came an all-too-familiar voice from somewhere behind me.
I turned around as Jessica came walking up along the row of lockers, a faint smile on her face. She was still wrapped up in a long coat from the cool winds outside, clutching it tight as she stopped right in front of me.
“Hey, stranger,” she said, biting on her lip as she smiled down at me. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I said, running my hands over my wet hair. “But you know you’re not supposed to be in here, right? You could get in a lot of trouble if the coach found you.”
“I know,” she said, a giggle bubbling up from her throat as she continued to grin at me. “That’s kind of part of the fun, isn’t it? Doing something naughty and dangerous?”
Jessica smirked and unclasped her coat, shrugging it off of her shoulders to reveal a sheer black teddy with a matching black lacy thong. The cups of the lingerie just barely obscured her pink nipples, but the way they peeked through the black fabric more than gave away that Jessica was more than a little excited.
“All this sneaking around is getting me so hot,” she said, kneeling down in front of me. “And I’ve been missing you so much, Sir…”
“Jessica,” I gasped, watching as her hands slid over the bulge that was quickly forming in my towel. “Holy fuck.”
“I thought you’d like that,” she cooed, pulling at the white terry cloth covering my cock, pushing it aside to get a look at the stiffening rod. “I love the way you get hard, Dick… it gets me so wet.”
I closed my eyes as I felt her delicate fingers wrap around my base, working it slowly as she looked up at me. My heart began to pound harder and harder, my breathing deepening as I began to surrender to the heavenly touch of my stepsister’s hand around my cock.
“I know how stressed you’ve been,” she said, pouting up at me as she started to squeeze gently around my shaft. “They’re running you so hard out there every day. I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you lately… and I know you need this just as much as I do.”
“But what if someone sees us?” I asked, though my worries hardly lasted long after I felt the warm caress of her tongue against my tip. I gasped, my head lolling back as she lapped slowly against the fringe of my dickhead. I h
ad been immediately impressed the first time Jessica had sucked my cock, though she’d sworn she’d never once done it before. She was a natural, taking my dick nice and deep into her mouth.
“So?” she asked, giggling again. “The thought of someone coming in while you’re getting your cock sucked by your stepsister doesn’t turn you on? I know it turns me on.”
She took me slowly between her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she worked me deeper and deeper. I moaned softly as I watched her, my mouth opened as I felt myself come to full mast. I couldn't deny it, the thought of someone walking in while Jessica was deep throating me was more arousing than I could even begin to describe. Our little secret had been one of the biggest reasons that our relationship was so hot, the taboo of it all took things to a whole new level I’d never felt with any other woman.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned again, leaning back on my hands as I let Jessica do what she did best. The warm wetness of her mouth slid around my pulsing shaft, her tongue caressing along my length. “Jess, baby this is—”
“Hush,” she whispered, her finger to my lips before. “Relax.”
Her mouth engulfed my steely rod again, taking me deep into her throat again and again. It wasn’t until then that I realized how long it had been since I’d even had the time to even masturbate with everything that was going on. I cried out softly, throwing my head back as my hips started to buck of their own accord. I hadn’t felt so sensitive since my very first time, the deprivation from my own climax had made my cock more than a little desperate to feel that sweet release. I needed to cum so badly.
“Jessica,” I moaned softly, sliding my fingers through her hair. “Oh, my God! I’ve missed that mouth on my cock, baby. It feels so fucking good.”
She moaned around my shaft, still bobbing her head slowly up and down, taking her time to lap and swirl her tongue in all the right places. I knew that before long I’d be gushing hard into her mouth, watching my cum dripping down onto her tits.
“I can’t leave you so stressed, can I?” she asked as she came up for air, stroking me from base to tip as she prepared herself to take me deep once again. “You’ve got a big game to win, and you need to be relaxed if you’re going to play in front of all of those people.”
I smirked, caressing her cheek just before she slid me back between her lips.
I took a deep breath and leaned my head back, letting it hang freely as I relaxed in the glorious sensation of my stepsister’s lips around my cock. I moan out softly, my shoulders relaxing as I finally let the stress of the last few weeks fade away. I could feel my hips tighten as I surrendered myself to the incredible talent Jessica had for getting me off.
“Fuck,” I muttered breathily, biting on my bottom lip as I felt the first twinge of pleasure crackle up my spine that always preceded an orgasm. It had been so long since I’d even bothered to please myself that I knew that it wouldn't be long before I felt myself erupting in my stepsister’s hot engulfing mouth.
Jessica moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth as she continued bobbing her head up and down again and again. The feeling of her tongue along my shaft was like heaven as she flicked against the very rim of my cockhead with every stroke.
I came without warning, a thick gush of my seed exploding from my tip in a spasm that made my entire body seize for a moment. I gasped loudly as another eruption sent my head tilting back again as I tried to keep myself from being too loud. I felt my muscles spasm as I lost myself momentarily in the sensation of my climax. My chest heaved, desperate to call out in pleasure as Jessica continued her torturous ministrations until ever last drop of my seed was sucked clean from my cock. I let out a sigh, a contented smile painted across my face as I finally felt my body truly begin to relax in the wake of my orgasm.
But my afterglow was cut far too short.
Just as I was finally beginning to bask in the soft glow left behind in the wake of my orgasm I was jerked back into reality by the sound of something close by creaking. It was almost too small to notice, but my senses were on alert given the high risk location the two of us were sitting in. It could have been nothing, but I wasn’t about to take that chance.
“Everything’s okay—” she began, but I quickly held up a hand to silence her as I strained to hear anything among the silence within the tiled walls. I could have sworn I’d heard the doors of the locker room swing shut, but I couldn’t be sure if I was just being paranoid or someone had been in the room—and heard every moan and gasp I’d uttered as Jessica administered her skills on my cock.
“We need to get your coat back on,” I said, wrapping the towel back around me once again. “I might just be overly cautious, but I don’t want anyone catching you here like this.”
I only hoped that I was just being paranoid.
Chapter 13
Jessica
I set my purse down on my bed, shrugging off my heavy coat as I looked around the room. Becky was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t terribly unusual. Ever since she’s started dating her new boyfriend she’d found herself staying out later and later. I envied her, with Richard so caught up in practice and the strange nature of our relationship it was hard for either of us to really begin to act like a normal couple. With Michael around, who knew how many other people from our high school had also come to UCLA? The thought of being caught together was more than a little frightening for the both of us, so we kept our rendezvous confined to his dorm.
As I turned I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and blushed, biting my lip. I’d never really gotten a look at myself before I’d actually put my lingerie for Richard—I looked incredible!
For a moment I’d thought someone else had been standing there in my apartment, wearing my undergarments and staring right back at me with the same look of shock that I wore. When had I become so different?
I didn’t mind how I looked, but it was a definite shock from the usual, uptight style I’d normally be wearing. My hair was down and tousled after my intimate meeting with my stepbrother, my lipstick faded after I’d spent the better part of that time with my mouth wrapped around Richard’s sizable member. The thought of it was making my knees weak.
I did a little spin, looking back to catch a glance at my pert ass before smiling in satisfaction. For the first time in a long time I felt alive, uninhibited by the constant worry and anxiety that I might let my guard down—that I might let someone into my vulnerable center where all my feelings had been kept locked up tight. But now I knew that maybe, just maybe, I could finally relax, to give myself completely over to the man I had always desired.
It wasn’t until I glanced up from the view of my backside that I noticed the small, electric pink post-it note stuck to the frame of the mirror with dark black curly writing scrawled all over it that could only have been Becky’s.
Jess,
Went out with Greg
Be back by 1am
—Becky
I gave a little smile as I set the note down on the desk. All through high school Becky had dreamed of one thing and one thing only: having a real boyfriend. Now after all these years, she’d finally gotten what she always wanted.
She’s growing up so fast, I thought, smiling as I strolled across the room and glanced at the retro alarm clock Becky kept on her bedside table. Nine p.m.
“I guess I’ve got a while,” I sighed before going over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of comfortable pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt and stripping out of my naughty lingerie.
I flopped myself down onto my bed, my eyes closed as I started to relax after the day filled with classes and studying. It was actually nice to have the dorm all to myself for a little while at least, gave me the time I needed to relax and not have to worry about what was happening in someone else’s life for a few hours.
My thoughts wandered to Richard as I began to stretch out on top of the warm, fluffy comforter, wriggling my head into the soft cradling pillow beneath my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way R
ichard moaned and shuddered as I pleasure him with my mouth. I smiled, getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the way his cum felt going down my throat.
Ours wasn’t a completely ideal relationship. Richard and I were siblings, after all—if only by the bonds of the law. What kind of future could the two of us have in a society like ours? I didn’t think that my parents would understand the way I felt, or even the way that Richard felt, much less the way I’d been in love with him since the moment he’d moved in. I hated even thinking of what my mother’s face would look like if she ever found out.
But Richard and I were careful not to be seen, and if we were, it was never by anyone who actually knew about our actual relationship to one another. The only person on campus who even had a clue about the truth of Richard and I’s relations with one another was Becky, and I would trust Becky with my life. Regardless, even the risk made everything seem at least a little more exciting; when in my wildest dreams did I ever really think I had a chance to fulfill my most taboo desire?
I already began to feel myself slickening again, the urge to touch myself almost too strong to resist. Just the thought of what Richard’s dick felt like in my mouth was enough to get my little cunt soaked. The temptation was too much, and before I knew it my fingers were delving into my warm, slick lips, viciously caressing my aching clit.
I moaned out, happy to finally not have to hold my passionate noises back to save Becky the embarrassment. My hips squirmed as I began to belt against the bed, breathing out soft, low whimpering moans. I felt every muscle in my limbs begin to relax, my body turning to putty as I worked my hard little clit.