The Ultimate Collection: 18 Books

by D. L. Savage

  I pulled open the drawer beneath, and the first thing my fingers touched was a silky white negligee, its fabric like liquid, it was so sleek and soft and shiny. I pulled it on over my head, feeling it slip down over my bare flesh, just about covering my butt and bulging panties, the padded bra now creating a very realistic set of small pert breasts.

  I admired myself again in the mirror, the sexy black-haired girl now complete.

  I could feel my cock throbbing with excitement, and I was about to gently slide my fingers between my legs to touch myself when I remembered something.

  I turned back to the bed, to that big, pink jelly cock that caused a fresh wave of excitement to run around my body when I set eyes on it.

  I picked it up and turned the red plastic ring at its base, and sure enough, it began softly trembling in my hands, the buzzing coming from somewhere deep within it. I turned the ring a little more and the buzzing increased, getting louder and more powerful now, causing my hand to tickle a little. I turned it back down, as low as it could possibly go, and then I touched the round pink tip of the vibrator to the bulge of my panties, feeling a sharp tingle of pleasure, so intense I had to pull it away again, scared it might cause me to cum!

  Next I squatted down, spreading my legs wide, relishing the feel of the silky negligee floating around at the tops of my thighs, and the g-string stretched tight against my ass.

  I reached between my legs and touched the buzzing tip of the vibrator gently against the opening of my ass, wondering how it might feel and immediately, an intense flash of pleasure ran through me, way more intense than anything I’d experienced with my own fingers.

  I pulled the vibrator away again, kind of shocked and surprised. I mean, I knew it was supposed to feel good, but this was intense.

  I knew I would need to use some kind of lube if I was to get that thing inside me, so I tugged the string of my panties to one side, then spat in my fingers and wiped the gooey wetness all around and inside my tight, trembling hole.

  I felt so dirty, so slutty, so eager for this big hard buzzing cock, wanting to feel just what a girl might feel if she too began to fuck her own ass …

  Once I was ready, very gently I began to push the vibrator a little inside myself, feeling my ass stretching to try and accommodate it, but I found I couldn’t fit it more than a little way inside, just an inch or so, and the feeling quickly went from pleasure to a kind of pain, so I stopped, instead beginning to run the buzzing, trembling tip back and forth across the outside of my tight, tingling hole. I could see in the mirror that I was getting really hard now, my cock straining against my panties, causing a huge bulge, a dark stain of wetness spreading in them too from the pre-cum my cock must have been gushing. Fuck! I’d never been this turned on before, and I sighed and shivered, feeling really, really horny and naughty, knowing just how fucking wrong what I was doing was – using my stepmom’s vibrator to fuck my own ass! – and enjoying it even more so for that very reason.

  Finally, unable to hold off any longer, I brought the vibrator upwards, so that its tip grazed lightly over my the bulge of my cock, immediately sending another, super-intense wave of pleasure through my body.

  I had to bite on my bottom lip and suck it into my mouth to stop my sighs and whimpers turning into full blown moans, as with trembling fingers I turned the ring at the base of the vibrator, increasing the buzzing sensation even more, feeling a low deep pleasure building in my tummy now; that clear first sign of my approaching orgasm.

  I crouched down on my haunches in front of the mirror, spreading my thighs wide apart, running the vibrator in fast circles against my cock through the flimsy material of my panties, working myself up into an intensity of feeling so powerful it was almost like pain. I screwed my eyes closed as I came, finally allowing myself to cry out, just once, my whole body bucking and shivering with the force of my pleasure, my cock spurting and twitching, pumping out squirts of hot thick cum, drenching my panties.

  And when I opened my eyes again, I saw my stepbrother Danny there in the mirror, standing in the doorway to Dad and Cindy’s bedroom, unable to move, his mouth hanging open in shock.

  “What the fuck!” I gasped, leaping to my feet, dropping the still-buzzing vibrator on the floor, quickly snatching up my jeans and holding them against my body, trying to cover myself as much as I was able. But it was too late: Danny had seen absolutely everything. “I thought you were out with Dad and Joan!”

  I could feel my face absolutely burning with shame, and I just wanted him to get the fuck out of the doorway, so that I could get dressed back in my own clothes again, and then lock myself in my room for the rest of my whole fucking life.

  My body was still trembling and shivering from my intense orgasm, but now I was consumed with embarrassment too; it prickled out across my pale, goosepimpled flesh from head to toe.

  “They’ve gone to the mall. They dropped me off a few minutes ago.”

  Danny’s voice was deep and steady, and I felt his big brown eyes moving all over my body. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick neck. He was wearing a vest and basketball shorts, his arms and legs thick and tanned. Then my eyes strayed to his crotch, and I realized with surprise that he was hard – the front of his shorts were standing out in a large, prominent bulge.

  “Please don’t tell dad and Cindy,” I said, when it became clear that he wasn’t just going to leave me in peace. There was something so intense about the way he was staring at me. I felt so confused and ashamed and embarrassed. I wished I knew the right thing to say.

  He licked his thick red lips, then his mouth broke out into a smile.

  I watched, transfixed, the shiny-wet vibrator still buzzing softly on the plush carpet by my bare feet, as Danny slipped his big tanned right hand beneath the elasticated waistband of his shorts. He kept his eyes fixed on me as he did it, and my own eyes flitted up and down, up and down, from his burning intense gaze to what he was doing in his shorts. There was a pause, and then, to my shock, he scooped his cock and balls right out of his shorts.

  Danny’s cock was thick and dark – an even darker skin than the rest of his tanned flesh – and I noted that his balls were shaved. I’d never seen a real dick before, save from my own, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was so thick too, so much thicker and harder than my own. The head of his cock was a deep shiny purple, and I found my heart beginning to thud as I looked at it, realizing what Danny was suggesting.

  “You like looking at it, don’t you?” he said, smiling, taking charge, and I found myself giving up to him.

  I was his dirty little femme slut, her panties gooey, her eyes fixed on his big hard cock.

  I nodded, unable to speak, unable to take my eyes off his dick.

  He walked towards me, his hard cock swaying slightly. When he reached me, he stopped. He pulled off his vest, uncovering his smoking hot body. He had a toned flat stomach with a faint six-pack, and his pecs were defined and smooth and tanned. The fluttering feeling increased in my stomach as he kicked off his trainers and then pushed down his shorts and briefs, leaving himself completely naked before me now, his cock still standing up, curving upwards slightly, his balls tight and swollen and full-looking beneath, his pubic hair above cropped into a neat rectangle.

  I was still covering up my shivering body, my jeans pressed uselessly to my trembling flesh.

  “What about Dad and Cindy?” I croaked.

  “I told you,” he said, his voice low and steady, his eyes fixed on mine, “they’ve gone to the mall. They won’t be back for an hour at least ...”

  There was a long pause.

  The only sound came from the vibrator, humming softly next to my feet.

  My heart pounded against my ribs, as Danny reached for my arm, the one holding my jeans to my body, taking it by the wrist and pulling it gently away. I didn’t struggle. I let him place it back down by my side, feeling my excitement increase as his eyes moved away from mine, looking now at my girly frame.

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nbsp; He ran his fingers lightly down my side, causing fresh waves of tingles, his hand moving so slowly but so confidently towards the wet lump in my panties, which was now growing hard once again …

  I knew there was no use in trying to stop him, so instead I parted my legs a little more, placing my feet wide apart.

  Very slowly and gently, he slipped his hand between my legs, into that gooey warmth inside my panties. I could feel his fingers first fondling my hardening cock and balls, before moving further back, towards my asshole …

  “Turn around,” he commanded.

  So I did as I was told, shivering a little as I felt him spread my ass cheeks, then begin to work some of my own cum gently into my hole: I felt two fingers slip inside me, stretching me, causing me to gasp and shiver. I bit my lip, sucking it into my mouth, closing my eyes, my breathing becoming shallow as he began to finger-fuck me.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured.

  He tried to work a third finger in too, but this was when I stopped him, opening my eyes, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.

  “Don’t,” I said quietly. “I’m really tight. It hurts too much.” His face dropped a little, but I smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ve got another idea.”

  And then, before I could chicken out and change my mind, I fell to my knees in front of him.

  It was so weird, seeing that big thick cock right there in front of me, jutting up towards my face, the tip of it only inches from me. I could feel the heat radiating off it, and smell its slightly musty unwashed smell which, for some reason, didn’t gross me out at all: in fact, it kind of turned me on.

  I reached out and took it gingerly in my hand, unable to get my fingers fully around it. I began jacking him, secretly enjoying the silky smoothness of the skin of his shaft, and marveling at how it seemed to be both soft and hard at the same time.

  As I masturbated him, I looked at that shiny purple mushroom head of his dick, and I found myself licking my lips a little, parting them, knowing that very soon I would have it in my mouth.

  I wondered if it seemed to Danny that I knew what I was doing – could he tell that this was the first dick I’d ever played with other than my own? Or was I kind of masking my lack of experience by copying the moves I’d seen girls do on porn, on my laptop, late at night in my bedroom?

  I lifted his dick up and then moved my mouth forwards, extending my tongue and running it up the shaft from the base, just above his balls, right to the tip. His skin felt silky against my tongue and I could feel my own cock throbbing and tingling a little as I savored the feeling. He tasted slightly salty, and I rolled the taste around my mouth with my tongue, one hand moving between my legs, the other gripping his dick and bringing it down now, in line with my parted open lips. I leant forward, closing my mouth around his dick, the heat and size of him filling my mouth completely as I began to gently stroke his shaft up and down, up and down with one hand, my other hand stroking my own stiffening cock too.

  Then I had another idea. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the vibrator, still buzzing away on the floor by my right knee. I picked it up and touched the tip of it once more to my asshole, his cock still stuffed in my mouth. My gasp was muffled by his hot, throbbing cock, which pulsed against my tongue as I bobbed my head, my jaw straining as I sucked and sucked, working the buzzing vibrator gently into my ass, feeling my pleasure intensify, causing me to moan and shiver, bucking forwards, my cries still somewhat muffled my Danny’s cock.

  I pulled his dick from my mouth with a wet pop, my cock so hard I could feel it really throbbing between my parted legs. I wondered how close Danny was to cumming; I knew I wouldn’t be long ..

  He was looking down at me, his eyes burning, his chest moving as he panted in shallow gasps while I jacked his dick, which was wet and shiny now with my saliva. I wanted to see him come. I wanted to taste it ...

  I opened my mouth again and began to suck him, faster now, focusing completely on his pleasure now instead of my own. It felt so horny to be such a dirty little slut, there in front of the mirror, knelt before my stepbrother, sucking his big thick cock, wanting to taste his cum for the first time, my own cock throbbing hard between my legs without me even touching it.

  I still had the buzzing vibrator in my other hand and I had a new idea. I brought it up to Danny’s balls, touching it gently to them as I continued to suck his dick and jack it with my other hand. He seemed to really like this, as he grabbed my head between his big hands and sort of held it in place. I pressed the vibe even harder against his balls and he groaned, starting to thrust his dick in and out of my willing mouth.

  I could feel my saliva spilling over my bottom lip and dangling of my chin, occasionally dripping onto my chest too.

  His breathing got louder and louder and then, with a low groan, he stiffened, kind of freezing on the spot for a moment. I felt his cock suddenly swell inside my mouth, the head pulsing against my tongue, and then all of a sudden my mouth was full of a warm, sort of soapy taste, squirting onto the back of my tongue and down my throat in jets. I gulped it back eagerly, shivering a little, finding that I didn’t mind the taste at all (I’d heard talk about how horrible it was), in fact realizing that I even liked it, and kind of feeling sad when I’d swallowed it all down.

  Danny slipped his dick from my lips, and I sat back on the plush carpet, unable to keep a cheeky, naughty smile from my lips. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and I looked like such a dirty little slut: my dark hair all mussed up, my upper chest covered with saliva and drops of cum and my own cock still rock hard and throbbing in my panties. With his eyes still on me, I tugged down the front of my panties, freeing it, and began to jack my shaft, taking the vibrator and once more touching it to my hole, shivering and shuddering as this time I felt it slip easily inside me, first one inch, then two, then three.

  I closed my eyes as I came, arching my back, feeling my cock pump its cum onto my exposed belly in hard warm jets.

  Once I’d finished, I opened my eyes, using my discarded cotton boxers nearby to wipe the cum and saliva from my chest and tummy. Things felt a little awkward, neither of us quite able to look at each other, as Danny too pulled on his briefs and basketball shorts and vest.

  I could still taste his cum in my mouth.

  Once I’d wiped myself clean, I picked up the vibrator and wiped that too. Then I shrugged off the negligee and stepped out of my gooey panties, leaving myself completely naked before him. I padded back towards Joan’s open dresser drawer. I could feel Danny’s eyes on me, and I have to say I enjoyed it, being watched like that, feeling so sexy and kinky. I stuffed the vibrator back beneath the panties, and then my eye caught something else: a small black g-string.

  “Hey, Danny,” I said, hearing the nerves in my voice as I spoke.

  He turned to look at me as I stepped into the slinky black underwear and pulled it up, feeling it slide snugly between my ass cheeks and cup my half-hard cock.

  “Tonight, at dinner, I want you to remember that I’m wearing this, okay?” I said.

  He nodded and grinned.

  That night, Dad sent out for take-out and for once we all had fun, laughing and joking. I even found myself smiling at a few things that Cindy said. But mainly, my eyes kept straying across the table to Danny. I couldn’t stop thinking about what we’d done: about the feel of his cock in my mouth, and how much I wanted to try fitting it in my ass. I felt that maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much – with a little practice, of course.

  After dinner we all watched a crappy movie and ate icecream on the sofas in the lounge, and at about midnight Dad and Cindy stood up at the same time.

  “Well, we’re off to bed now,” Dad said.

  “I think we might stay up a little longer,” Danny said, giving my dad a big smile.

  I smiled and nodded too.

  “Goodnight,” I said from my seat on the farthest sofa.

  Dad was about to leave the room, then stopped in the doorway and turned to us.
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br />   “It’s great to see you boys finally getting along,” he said with a smile, before leaving the room.

  We both stayed where we were in silence for a while, listening to the creaking stairs as Dad and Cindy went up to their bedroom, then shut the door.

  Finally, Danny got up and came and sat next to me on the sofa.

  “Hey,” he said in a low whisper.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “So what do you want to do now?”

  I smiled. “I’ve got a few ideas ...”

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  10

  Teasing Taylor

  “This has got to be some kind of joke,” I said, dumping my luggage down in disgust, in the doorway to Aubrey’s apartment.

  “Oh hey, Carly!” Taylor said happily, sprawled across the couch. “Didn’t my sis tell you I’d be here for a few days too?”

  “Uh, no!” I replied, unable to keep the disgusted sneer off my face. “Because if she had told me, then I’d never have agreed to subletting her apartment in the first place ...”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I’m only here for a few days,” he said cheerfully. “And anyway, I’m not really that bad am I?”

  I looked him over critically: his spindly, pale arms and legs sticking out of his ill-fitting t-shirt and shorts, his pathetic attempt at a goatee, his gross long hair, tied back in a greasy ponytail, and shrugged. I’d not seen Taylor, Aubrey’s weird stepbrother, since he was in junior high, but the resulting years hadn’t done much for him. Now here he was – what? Twenty? Twenty one? Just a year or so younger than me. And I found myself flashing back to those days at Aubrey’s house, when we were both just silly little teen girls, trying on our first slutty outfits, teaching each other how to kiss, talking and giggling late into the night, whispering about boys and blowjobs and make up and panties and ...

  Woah, wait just one freaking minute, I thought, the memory shooting through my head like a flash of electricity, didn’t we dress Taylor up one night in our clothes too?