by E Ashford
Mostly he could find time for only one session a day with her, around lunch time, but they made the most of it.
He had taught her so much, just in the two short weeks they had been talking. New words, new positions, new ways to play. She had learned for instance that sometimes wearing one or two items of clothing could be sexier than none at all; she’d begun to think actively about what sorts of things made him come, and experimented with her own stories; he’d opened her up to the possibilities of all sorts of different kinks – they didn’t all appeal to her, some didn’t get her off at all, but they all fascinated her.
“What are you wearing today?” he asked one day in mid-July.
She had also learned that lying was never as fun as the truth. And it didn’t seem to matter anyway, since everything turned him on. “t-shirt that hits me right at my belly button. No bottoms. Blue ankle socks.”
“Nice,” he responded quickly. Then, “Are you wet?”
“Heh. Always for you, Nick. What would you like to do? Should I get the hairbrush? I’ve came across a Barbie that I pulled all the hair out of when I was little. I was thinking about trying that.”
“That sounds fun, but not yet. Why don’t we start slow today, see how much you can take before you have to get serious. How about you take one finger and slowly rub it up and down your slit.”
She did as he asked, touching the smooth lips lightly and then gently pushing her index finger between them. “What would you do to me if you were here?” she asked.
“I’d start the way you’re starting. I’d lay down beside you on the bed, and my cock would be sticking hard against your thigh. I’d take one finger and rub it slowly up and down your slit. I’d go right down to the hole of your puss, but then I’d slowly go back up, almost to your clit, but not quite, and then back down again.”
Katie’s finger mirrored his actions exactly.
“Then, I’d move my face down between your legs, and I’d replace my finger with my tongue, using it to go up and down, but without quite going inside you or licking your clit.”
“That makes me squirm,” she typed. “Lick my clit. Please lick my clit.”
“Not yet! I’d pull my tongue back then, once you were just a little wet. And I’d use one finger from each hand to spread your lips apart and look inside, at your labia and your hole.” Katie obediently followed these instructions, reaching down to peel apart the lips so she could feel the cool air on her labia and hole.
“Then, I’d use my thumb, and I’d gently put it on top of your clit and push the hood back so I could see it stand out. I’d use my tongue on it then, while it was exposed, flicking it gently back and forth and then putting it in my mouth and sucking.”
Katie moaned as she reached down with palms spread and pulled her clit’s hood back, moving the tip of her middle finger to the exposed nodule and flicking it softly. She moaned imagining his face there, the beard he’d told her about tickling her thighs, her fingers in his hair.
“Next,” he continued, “I’d move my tongue like a snake, back down your slit, pressing it flat against your labia, until I reached you pussy. Then I’d push it inside you – not far, just inside the outer rim, and I’d use it to fuck you just a little.”
Katie moved her own fingers down to the opening, just pressing the tip of one finger insider herself, moving it in and out. She waited to see what would come next. She was already so tight inside, and so wet.
“Now, I’d move my mouth back up to your clit, and play with it with my tongue, while I put a finger inside of you, deeper now. I’d curl my finger just a little, so it rubbed against the top of your pussy. You’re so wet and warm.”
Katie cupped a hand and pushed a finger insider herself, using it to touch just where he said he was. Simultaneously, the two fingers of her right hand began to circle her clit. Circle, then rub, circle, then rub.
“What would you do to me?” he asked then.
“I’d make you come up and kiss me really deep,” she said, “so I could taste myself on your tongue. I’d lick your lips, your mustache, so I could taste even more of my juice. Then I’d reach down and wrap my hand around your cock. Tight at first, a quick squeeze. Then I’d let go and use my fingers to just brush playfully against the head, tickling like.”
“That feels good,” he told her. “I’m throbbing.”
Katie kept up the steady rubbing of her clit as she typed, one key at a time with her left hand. “I’d use my thumb to flick the hole at the top a little. Then I’d squeeze you once more and then use my hand to cup your balls.”
“I’m stroking myself hard,” he said now, breaking the fantasy to reveal what was really happening. “Imagining it’s your freckled hand. I want to fuck you, shove my cock inside you.”
“Hold on,” she told him. “Let me get the Barbie.” She padded to her room, got down on all fours and dug through her closet until she found the one she was looking for. It was naked and bald.
“Tell me how it feels,” he had typed while she was away.
Taking the doll in her hand, she pushed the smooth round head between her lips and into her opening, then the shoulders, and finally Barbie’s tits and down to her waist. That was as far as it would go. It felt strange, different than the hairbrush, the rounded parts touching up against her inside in interesting ways. She moved it in and out a few times, testing it.
“It’s cool,” she said. “Like having a baby maybe. Or no, like having a little person inside me.”
“It’s a girl or a boy?
“Girl. I only have a couple of Kens, and they have hair.”
“Would you like to have sex with a girl?” he asked.
Katie had never considered it. She imagined her friend, Molly, down between her legs, licking her pussy. It seemed strange, but also a little exciting. As usual, it wasn’t even necessarily the thought of letting a girl eat her out that made her tingly, but rather the thought of simply being naked in front of her friend, the taboo-ness of letting someone else see all of her. “Maybe,” she finally answered.
“I’d like to watch that,” Nick told her. This too was something she hadn’t considered before – being watched by Nick rather than just fucking him. In some ways that seemed even sexier.
But she was getting nearer and nearer to an orgasm now, working the doll in and out and rubbing her clit. He must have known too, when her typing had stopped, because he began to type again.
“I’m fucking your little cunt now,” he began, “it’s so tight. When I look down at it, my cock is so big stuffed inside you. I can hardly believe it fits. It does, but it fills you up. I’m moving in and out now, pushing the head as far in as I can get it and then almost taking it back out before pushing back in again.” Katie’s hand held Barbie’s long legs firmly as she pushed the doll in and out in time with his words. “I want you to do something else for me he said. Don’t stop fucking. We’re still fucking hard. But take your other hand and put your first finger in your mouth.” These instructions came one at a time now, as he gave her time to follow his directions. With both hands busy, she didn’t even think about typing, just followed with her eyes his every word.
“Get that finger really wet. Imagine it’s a cock that you’ve got to get wet enough to slide inside you…now, take it out…and stick in slowly into your asshole…go slow.”
She did as he asked, pulling her wet glistening finger out of her mouth, trailing a strand of spittle and, moving her hand underneath her slowly pushing it into her ass. It felt strange – a pressure, but also a kind of tickling feeling. With the doll still inside her, pushing her finger in made her feel full down there.
“Can you feel the doll with your finger, as it goes in and out? Think about you finger actually touching the doll, rubbing against it inside of you.” It felt good, and incredibly naughty to feel through her ass the doll moving in and out of her pussy.
He was quiet for a while as she continued to work with her fingers. Finally, though, he began to type agai
n, this time quicker: “I’m going to come soon thinking about you fingering your ass. I want you to come too. Take your finger out now, and rub your clit hard until you come.”
Her fingers were at her clit in a flash, rubbing furiously now, no longer in circles but simply up and down, as she continued to work the doll in and out of her hole. In seconds she felt herself begin to come and looked up to the screen to see that he was as well.
“Oh, shit, of fuck, I’m coming so hard. I’m coming way up deep inside you, shooting all my sperm inside you. Oh shit, Katie, fuck me!”
She was already riding her own wave, and his words spurred her on, her heels pressing tightly against the desk, her toes curling in, her whole body tight as each one hit.
It was some time later when at last she pulled the wet Barbie from inside her and placed it on the desk. She had lost track of the world around her, her eyes closed tightly imagining Nick on top of her. On the screen, he had written simply, “Did you come? Was it good?”
Wiping her fingers on her shirt, she typed in response, “I came so hard. Putting my finger in my butt was a great trick. I think it made the shiver stronger.”
“Good,” he said. “I came hard too. Seems like the whole towel is full of jizz.”
Things got quiet then, and she was about to tell him she’d see him tomorrow, when his message appeared first: “Katie. I’m going to be in Atlanta in two weeks on a business trip.”
Part 2: Riding the Waves
Katie thought about what Nick had said for the next two days, and he didn’t bring it up again, apparently waiting to see what she would say. She wanted to meet Nick when he came to Atlanta, there was no question about that. She wasn’t worried about the fact that they’d only ever talked over the internet. It didn’t matter to her that he was so much older than she was. But she did worry. She worried what he would think of her when they actually met. Like most girls, she was self-conscious of her body, and though her chats with him had made her less so, it still made her nervous to think about undressing in front of another person. Horny beyond belief, but nervous.
What if he didn’t like her red hair? Or her pale white skin? She wished she had straight hair. And her freckles – he was bound to think those were ugly. The boys at school were constantly poking fun.
In the end she had told him yes. They’d made plans to meet at his hotel on a Thursday afternoon, and then they’d sexted for half an hour imagining what it would be like when they finally met. Her nervousness remained, however, and she worried he might ultimately reject her.
When Matt arrived home from tennis camp that afternoon, she was curled up on the couch as usual, but she sat up when he came over to the couch. As he was putting the cartridge into the game system, she asked him bluntly, “Matt? Do you masturbate?”
Her step-brother spun around, his face flush. “What?” he asked in surprise.
She repeated it again, matter-of-factly. After all, they’d never had trouble talking to one another about anything before. They were close, in fact, and she’d always felt comfortable telling him about boys she liked at school, or bullies she’d had to deal with, or the bad grade she’d gotten on a math quiz. And in turn he shared things as well. Her question, however, had clearly hit a nerve with him.
“None of your business,” he finally sputtered, turning back to the system and taking extra care to untangle the controller cords.
“That means you do,” she said, a sly grin on her face. “I do too.”
“You don’t even know what masturbation means,” he said then, trying a different approach. His face remained red. As he returned to the couch and sat down as far away from her as possible.
“I know a lot more than you think,” she told him. “I masturbate quite a lot actually. While you’re at tennis camp, I take my clothes off and rub my pussy until I come.”
She liked the effect her extra description had had. Matt had turned a brighter shade of red as she’d said.
“Shut up,” he said. “You shouldn’t talk like that. You’re my sister, for Christ’s sake. It’s creepy. Just stop.”
“It’s not creepy. Everybody does it. I’ve seen so many pictures online – guys and girls.
Matt now tried a third tactic, simply ignoring her. The game had begun and he focused intently on the TV screen, moving his cartoon character and firing a cartoon gun at a cartoon bad guy. Her own cartoon character remained motionless on the screen, but she was quiet for a few minutes, as he concentrated.
When she’d given him enough time to regain his composure, though, she tried again. “Does Luke masturbate?” Luke was Matt’s best friend. He was tall – well, taller than her brother by an inch or two – with lanky blonde hair and blue eyes. Like Katie, he played soccer and had an athletic build. She’d always thought he was cute, though she had never really thought beyond that until that moment.
“How the hell should I know?” her step-brother exploded, though he seemed glad to have a question he really couldn’t answer. “Probably. Aren’t you the one who just said everybody does it?”
“Would you ask him?”
“No I’m not going to ask him!”
“Why not?”
“Because guys don’t talk about that kind of stuff with each other. And you shouldn’t either,” he added for good measure.
“Would you invite him over? I want to see if he’ll masturbate to me. I’ll strip for him.”
“You’re out of your mind,” her step-brother said, shaking his head. “Where did you even get an idea like that?”
“Online,” she answered simply. “I read all kinds of stories about it that people write. And I masturbate to them, and I want to see if Luke will masturbate to me.”
Matt tried one last tactic – reverse psychology. “Fine,” he said, “I’ll cut out of practice early tomorrow and invite him over. But you won’t go through with it. I don’t know where you got these crazy ideas, but you’re too chicken to actually do it.”
Katie said nothing, only picked up her remote and joined in the game.
*****
Katie didn’t meet with Nick the next day. In fact, she didn’t go online at all. She knew he’d probably wonder where she was, but she also knew he’d be there the next day, and a little mystery wouldn’t hurt him any. In fact, the more she thought about the more she liked the idea of leaving him wondering. Maybe she’d make up a story for him about what she’d been doing. Or maybe she’d just tell him the truth.
Instead of going online, she spent the day reading and thinking over her plan for the afternoon.
When Matt and Luke arrived around 1, she was in her room, listening to some music. The two guys rummaged around in the cabinets for snacks and then settled on the couch to play video games. She gave them ten minutes to get the game going before she joined them, sitting on a chair next to Luke. Matt gave a smirk behind Luke’s back, a smirk that said he knew she’d chicken out.
The truth was, she was terrified to the point of shaking. As with Nick, she was worried about whether Luke would think she was attractive and sexy. He’d never shown any interest in her before. But in addition, she was worried how he’d react. Maybe he’d laugh at her. Or something worse: maybe he’d tell his parents; or her mother; or the police. Maybe they’d lock her up for being a nympho?
Underneath the fear, though, was the same old excitement at the possibility of showing off her naked body. She could feel she was already wet, and that only made her want more. Besides, Nick had helped get her over most of her shyness about sex, and if he was coming next week it was especially important that she practice taking her clothes off in front of someone else.
At length she worked up her courage. “Let’s play strip,” she said brightly, giving her brother a quick glance to gauge his reaction but then looking directly at Luke.
“Strip?” Luke asked, without looking up. “Strip what?” He clearly didn’t believe her either.
“I don’t know. Anything. Strip poker?”
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other jumped in then, trying to make her seem like a foolish little girl: “You’ve never even played poker.”
Luke chimed in for fun, “Yeah, and what have you got to show anyway, Katie? What would we even get out of it?”
“Strip Connect Four then,” Katie persisted, “or strip video games, then.”
“How would that even work?” Luke asked, playing along.
“Well, every time one of us reaches a bonus level, the other two have to take off one item of clothing til someone loses.”
“So the loser’s the one with no clothes on in the end?” he chuckled.
“Yes.”
“Makes sense to me,” he retorted. “Let’s give it a try.”
Matt protested, “What? Come on, dude. She’s my sister. No way!”
“Why not?” Luke said. “She won’t get close to reaching a bonus level, and I’ll bet she gives up before she even gets her socks and shoes off.”