1. Fifteen Years without Parole


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com

    oblige." And I licked her nose. And regretted it instantly, as she drove an elbow into my midsection. I jerked forward, gasping, winded. She caught my head in her hands and this time there was no gentleness, no teasing touches, just the taste of her breath and the feeling of our tongues sliding past each other. The pain in my stomach faded away—everything faded except the shared heat, the tug of teeth on lower lip, a hand tangled in her hair, a hissed exhalation of pleasure and pain. Her hands ran down my sides, nails dragging sharp, bright lines through the fabric, then slipped beneath the hem and traced their way back up. My hands were wandering, too, feeling the curves and contours trapped beneath the dress—no, not trapped. Accentuated. Emphasized. Something like that. God I wanted that thing off. As if on cue, Pam finally broke contact, one last flick of her tongue against mine as she straightened up, breathing hard. She looked down and grinned. "You've got lipstick all over your stupid face." "How dare you. You've ruined everything. That stuff's impossible to get off." "Yeah?" Her grin widened, and she slipped backward along the couch, moving her body out of my reach. "What would you do if I got stains in other places, then?" "I'd be furious. An unforgivable offense. Completely inexcusable. Please do." "Keep up the fake-offended act and I'll do something worth getting offended over." She reached down and planted a hand on my crotch. Not very gently. "Like a toothy ...
    blowjob." "Let's not." She undid the button, flicked the zipper. "Or a sandy handjob." "Is that the same as a handy sandjob?" "No, that one uses steel wool." Fingers dipped under the trousers, pressed against the swelling they found there. "Christ, you get off to the weirdest shit." "You're the one groping me right now. And I don't think that's just sisterly affection." "Yeah, well, shut up." I jumped, snapped back to full awareness, as I felt my phone go off in my pocket. "One sec." "Fucking hell. I'm not getting cockblocked by a telemarketer." With a surge of strength, Pam yanked at my suit pants, pulling them out of range of my fingers, which had already darted towards the pocket containing my phone. Before I could protest, they were all the way off and in a crumpled heap out of my reach. "I could have just muted it, you know." "Yeah, but that was more fun. And now there's more of you to see." Her hands crawled their way up my legs. "Not your best bits, I'll admit, but it's a start." "Fair enough. But how 'bout some equality? Could you lose the dress?" With a dramatic sigh-and-eye-roll combo that any sulky teenager would be proud of, Pam stood and squirmed for a moment, eventually managing to unhook whatever catches had kept that slinky red thing staying up. She stepped out of it, lace on top and bottom and nothing in between. "Better? Have I earned your approval now? Can we get back to work?" "You know, I say it all the time, but you have fantastic tits." "They're the best ...
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