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Kwontinue(ILLEGAL TUNE)



I was standing in a very cool white light, in a featureless blue
room, I managed to examine the pretty alien (though she's not that beautiful like our own women) in front of me. Her eyes
look white tonight, with a hint of blue around the
edges, and light seems to ripple around her nu*de
frame while her fingers press invisible buttons in
the air. I wonder briefly how she makes the light
do that. It actually looks like the light covers her in
places, but doesn’t actually touch her, as it flickers
and shifts around her subtle curves.
I can feel my body getting weaker, as the white
luminescence does its work and builds up my
muscles. I still can’t figure out what will trigger
Vage’s ‘Hot’ switch. No matter how hard I push
on it, it refuses to budge. The other two move
easily enough, but this one stubborn switch
refuses to obey my will.
It has to be something that’s different about her
species, but I don’t think I can just ask her about
her race’s mating habits. Alien or no, I don’t
know whether that’s crossing a line.
I start going over what she told me last night,
which is decidedly little. It really boils down to her
ancestors coming from herbivores. Is there
something different about them? I try to think of
herbivores on Earth to compare, but they were all
dumb animals, only mating when. . .
An idea strikes me, and I look up to try it out, but
my time in the light is done, and before I can
form the switch, I find myself back in my own
bed. I’ll have to try tonight when she comes for
me again.
Exhausted from the treatment, I slip back into
sleep before five minutes have even passed.


* * * *
I wake slowly, some noise disturbing my rest.
Rolling over, I hope it’ll go away, but it continues
relentlessly. Groaning, I sit up, and only then am I
awake enough to realize someone is knocking on
my door.


“What?” I ask, more ornery than I’d intended, but
dammit, it’s Saturday, and I value my sleep.
Besides, if the demons arrive and I can’t stop
them somehow, I won’t be getting anymore
good sleep; only the long sleep of death.


“Nick, are you awake?” Groaning loudly, wanting
Tina to hear me, I flop back onto my pillow. I’d
told her I would talk to her today, but I didn’t
expect her to show up in my apartment.


“I am now,” I grump.

“Can I come in?” The door is already slowly
opening, and my frustration is building. What is
the point in asking, if she’s just going to come in
anyway? For half a heartbeat I’m tempted to close
the door as if it’s a switch, but decide against it.

“Might as well, but I’m only in my boxers.”
She slips quickly into my room, and shuts the
door behind her. Quietly, she goes to the foot of
my bed, and sits down, her hands clasped in her
lap, as she stares at her knees as though they can
impart some great wisdom to her. After she sits
there for awhile without speaking, I almost lose it.


“What do you want, Tina? It’s eight o’clock on a
Saturday. I don’t usually get up till at LEAST ten,
and last night was a tiring night.” Anger laces my
words, but I’m able to keep my volume level. It
isn’t likely that Dennis will have slept through
Tina’s knocking, but I don’t want to disturb any of
my other neighbors this morning either.


“Tiring. . .?” She looks up and around, and I
realize how that must have sounded.


“No, no one is here, I was just working on a
project, and it’s left me exhausted.”

It isn’t really a
lie. Somehow after everything, I don’t think I can
lie to her; it would make me feel like too much like
a hypocrite. She nods, and I can see that she is
relieved, before her eyes drop back down to her
lap.

“May I ask what kind of project?” Her voice is
pensive, and I can tell she is reluctant to ask me
this.
No, you may not, I think, but answer differently.


“It will take a couple weeks before I’m ready.”
She looks up at me, and then down again. I’ve
never seen her act like this before. Normally she
is so self confidant, but this morning it’s like she’s
an entirely different person.

“Oh, okay. You look good today, even your—“
She cuts herself off, and looks at my bare chest
and then to my jaw, and I know she is looking
for the bruises that are no longer there.

“Your
chest! Your bruises are gone. How. . .?”
I have to think fast. I don’t want to lie, but I can’t
tell her an alien healed me, either.

“You did give
me a really great massage.” I let that hang,
hoping she will draw the wrong conclusion, and
only feeling slightly guilty. Technically I’m lying.

“Massage. . . Yeah. . . I never knew a massage
could do that.” Her eyes are still locked on my
torso, and I want to change the subject.


“I don’t think you came to look at my bruises.
Why are you here?” i asked in a not very mean tone


**tbc**

Kwontinuation (ILLEGAL TUNE)

*************



Tina's Hazel eyes immediately drop
back to her clasped hands, and I feel my
frustration growing. What is wrong with her? I
lean forward, place my hand under her chin, and
gently turn her face up to me. She refuses to
meet my eyes, but at least she turns.

“I—You probably hate me, I know, but. . . I. . .
What I mean to say is. . . I wanted to. . . I don’t
feel right about what happened, and I. . .”

Her
inability to come right out and say it is starting to
drive me up the wall. Can I make a switch to get
her to come right out and say it?


“I want to make
it up to you, and will do whatever it takes to earn
your forgiveness.” She finally splutters out,
without me having to make a switch.
This again? I thought we’d gone over this already.

“Waking me up early on a Saturday isn’t a good
start,” I tell her, and her chin yanks out of my
hand at the sound of rebuke in my voice. She is
fidgeting now as she sits on the edge of my bed,
and I remember the conditioning my switches
have caused in her. Checking them real quick, I
can tell she is Hot, and every time I talk only
makes it worse.


“I-I know, but you barely return my calls, and
you won’t let me come see you. I didn’t know
what else to do.” I watch as a tear slowly slides
down her cheek, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

“I
don’t want you to push me away.”
My anger flees.
Pulling her to me, she rests her head on my bare
chest. I can feel Tina's hot tears on my chest as she
shakes and sobs against me. This once proud
and socially powerful woman (that can rescue the school girls on her own) is now broken, and
in large part because of me. I used my switches
on her, manipulating her into sexx. She had tried
to cover it up with her boyfriend by claiming it
was ra*pe, but had confessed the truth before I’d
been beaten too badly. Her boyfriend is gone, her
social status likely crumbled, and I’m probably
the only person who treats her with any
kindness. She has suffered for her crime, worse
than I’d suffered for her lies, and my name is
clear. In a sense I’m her jailer, the only one that
can set her free. The sense of power over her
that that gives me is a heady feeling that I
immediately feel guilty for. I’ve enough power
over her as it is.
Sucking in a deep breath, I ready myself to tell
her she is forgiven, but before the words leave
my mouth, she turns her face up to mine and
plants her soft lips against me. The kiss is gentle,
not fierce or passionate like others have been, but
ever better for its tenderness. Her arms snake
around my nakked torso, and hug me tighter to
her slender frame. I hold in the breath of air as
long as I can, letting it out slowly through my
nose. There is no tongue involved in this kiss,
just our lips and bodies pressed against each
other, and yet I can feel myself growing hard as it
continues on.
Unexpectedly Tina pulls away, and I can see fear
in her red rimmed hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry; I
shouldn’t have done that. . . I just—“
I silence her with a quick peck, “You’re forgiven.” i said.

The words come easier than I think they should,
but I know they are true. She really has suffered
enough.

“Not because of the kiss, or the sexx, or
anything else, but because I can see you’ve
suffered enough. You don’t need to worry about
me anymore; I can take care of myself. You don’t
have to do anything else that you don’t want to.”
Fear turns to relief, and then confusion.
“That I
don’t want to?” Her eyes search my own. “I
haven’t done anything I didn’t want to, Nick. Even
when I let you in my ass, it was something I
wanted to do, at the time. Whenever Richard tried
it always hurt, but when I’m with you,
everything is different. I feel good when you talk
to me, and your touch sends thrills through my
body. I don’t know what this effect is that you
have on me, but I like it, and I like being with
you.”
Now I’m the one to feel low. She only feels that
way, because I’d made her feel like that. It’s my
fault. The catchphrase from Spiderman comes
back to me, “With great power, comes great
responsibility.” How true that is, I think as I look
down at the beautiful blonde still in my arms. I’m
now responsible for her.
“Tina, I—“ her finger presses against my lips and
cuts me off. I was about to apologize myself, and
maybe ask her to leave before I caused any more
damage.
“Don’t say it. I won’t say it either, but just don’t
send me away. You know how I feel now. Just-
just hold me.” And so I hold her, feeling like a
heel, but not knowing what else to do.


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"Fucck me, with that cock, Nick! Oh, God, I'm going to cum again. Don't stop. Don't stooOOPPppp!" she yelled.
2mins later, being spent, worn out, and tired, I collapse behind her, and soon fall back to sleep. I wake a few hours later to the feel of soft lips against my own. Smiling, I open my eyes to see Tina's Hazel eyes looking back at me. The memory of my crumbling resolve, and all the wrongs I've done her comes flooding back, and I scoot away from her, falling out of the bed. Tina laughs at my misfortune, before saying,

"Not the reaction I was expecting." She laughs some more as I try to get up, and I notice I’m still naKked. I try to cover myself, and can’t remember where my boxers went. Had I ever even taken the time to take them off during the sexx? Grabbing a clean pair, I turn back to face the beautiful blonde, but don’t dare speak.
"Dennis poked his head in awhile ago, and asked if you are still going to the party tonight." Her face has gone solemn, and I feel a sinking sensation in my gut. She is talking about Dan peter's party, and he had specifically asked me not to take her.
"Is he talking about Dan's party?" I can’t lie, but I don’t dare talk either. I don’t need her getting Hot again at the sound of my voice. I just nod my head.

"I know I'm not invited. Do you still plan on going? We can stay here all day. . . When Dennis leaves, we'd have the whole place to ourselves. I'll even let you put that beast in my ass again."

It’s tempting. Oh, so tempting, but I know I have to refuse. I can’t do that to her. Not again.

"I'm going," I say, and watch as her face falls. She gets out of my bed, and starts dressing. I can see the tears forming in her eyes, but don’t know what I can say to stop them.

"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted." She gathers all of her things, and is headed for the door. Despite myself, I block her. "I see you really haven't forgiven me." I grab both her arms in my hands, and hold her at arm's length.
"Tina, it's not that you're not wanted. This is the first time I've ever been invited to a party. Ever," I emphasize. Against my will, the words are coming out, many more than I want to say. "You ARE forgiven. I promise." I see hope return to her eyes a split second before her arms pull out of my hands and wrap around me, hugging me tight.
"Thank you, Nick. I promise not to be too angry, but don't forget me while you're there. I know how Dan’s parties usually turn out.” I nod, and then she kisses me and leaves. I sag against the door, and curse myself for my weak will. Why can’t I have just let her go? Maybe it will be best if I avoid her for a while. I spend the rest of the day trying to get my mind off my problems, by playing games and lightly practicing my switches, but only partially succeed. As the sun starts to set, I take a quick shower, followed by Dennis. I put on my Kingdom Hearts shirt, which Dennis raises an eyebrow at, but thankfully doesn’t comment, and a pair of blue jeans. The drive to Stephanie’s house is a cool one, but blessedly quick. Standing at her front door, I wait somewhat impatiently for her to answer. When the door finally opens, it feels like my heart skips a beat. She looks lovely, with her makeup lightly done, a pair of skin tight jeans, and a light winter coat on.

“Shall we?” Her voice is soft and sweet as she passes by me, and I catch the slight fragrance of lilac and vanilla. I’m slightly surprised she didn’t kiss me right away, but blow it off as I rush after her. Holding my car door open for her, she gets in.
“Oh, a gentleman,” she coos, and I can’t hide my smile. I don’t know what my mother would think of how I’m using my abilities, but she HAS taught me how to treat a woman. The drive to the party seems to start and end before I’m even aware of it, my head filled with her sweet scent. The moon hangs heavily in the sky, and the snow is falling lightly, like a million little diamonds from the sparse clouds. When I tell the analogy to Stephanie, she laughs her lovely little laugh, and I think, tonight is going to be a good night. I’m going to forget about the demons, forget about Tina, and just have fun with Stephanie. The music is blaring as I pull up to the house, and someone is already puking off a second-story balcony into the bushes below. Darren Bent spots us as soon as we walk in, and smiles, waving us over. He has to yell to be heard over the music.

“You brought Stephanie, or is this Stacy? Either way, good choice,” the slap on the back he gives me pushes me forward a bit. He shoves a beer in each of our hands, and then leans in close so that only I can hear him.
“Make yourself at home. Have fun, get crazy, but please don’t put anyone to sleep." he said funnily.

*** nxt typing and update comes up later in the day. Thanks

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*kwontinue(illegal)*

I can feel my cheeks burning, but he’s spotted someone else, and goes off to greet them with another loud bellow. Ever the gracious host.

“What did he say?” Stephanie asks. I debate on telling her, but after what we’ve already done, and as forward as she’s been, I see no reason to hide it.
“He says we are free to use one of the bedrooms if we want.” Well I’m not going to tell her I can put people to sleep, now am I? I see her cheeks color slightly, which surprises me. Wasn’t it her that has been the forward one? I take a sip of my beer, as I look around. The place is crowded with a lot of faces I don’t recognize. Those I do know are mostly jocks and their girlfriends; not my usual geek crowd. I spot Dennis over by a beer pong table, and go to chat with him. My roommate is chatting with an attractive platinum blonde, while cheers goes up at the table as the ping pong ball lands in a beer filled cup.
“Nick, this is Linda, Bent’s sister. Linda this is —“ Dennis starts to introduce us, but Linda cuts him off.

“I know who Nick is. He is all the talk of the school right now, and I share a class with Stacy twice a week.”
“This is Stephanie,” I say, wondering what is being said about me on campus.
“Is it? I’m sorry, I can’t keep you two straight,” Linda smiles at us, and I can’t help but notice that her teeth are incredibly white.
“Who let the trash inside?” The snide voice sounds right behind me, and I give a small groan. Dan is the last person I want to deal with right now. My first instinct is to put the bully to sleep with one of his switches, but I remember what Bent had said, and realize that this is a bit too public for such a display.

“I dunno, but I’m willing to take him out, if I have to,” I tell the bully as I turn around. For just a moment I see fear in the bigger man’s eyes. I’m well rested from using my switches, though still a little tired from Vage’s white light, and don’t fear this person.

“Ha, I’m just messing with ya, dweeb. Dan told me to play nice, so I’ll play nice.” His words says one thing, his tone another. “Tell you what. Why don’t we play a friendly game of beer pong?” I almost have to laugh. Sure, I’m a light weight when it comes to alcohol (I’d barely even sipped my Origin), but my switches will be able to help me out somehow. I also reason that he wants to stay away from me physically, which only serves to bolster my ego.
“Why not?” I say, shrugging, and trying to hide the smile I feel inside. Linda leans over and quickly whispers in my ear,
“Don’t do this. He plays all the time, and never loses.” I nod my head, but I’d already made another switch in Dan. The bully starts yelling for everyone to gather around, and watch while he beats the dweeb at beer pong. My smile grows bigger. This time I want an audience to witness his humiliation.
“Have you ever played beer pong?” Dan asks, and I shake my head to the negative. His grin grows predatory, and I don’t have to read minds to know he now sees me as easy meat. Dan explains the rules, then asks,
“Six or ten?” and I see Linda mouth ‘six’, while Stephanie snuggles closer to me.
“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to impress me.” I’m touched that Stephanie is concerned about me, but hold up both hands, showing Dan all ten fingers. Dan gives a nasty laugh, and the cups are set up in a triangle.

“Here,” he says as he tosses me the small white ball, “beginners go first. I don’t want it said that I didn’t give you every chance to win, but a fire alarm isn’t going to save you this time.” The first shot is always the easiest, and it lands in the middle of the third row. Dan grimaces, but downs the beer quickly. He takes his aim, and I don’t interfere on this shot. It lands in my first cup. I give the man a big smile, and down my switch-made non-alcoholic beer, some of it dribbling around my mouth. My second shot hits a couple rims, and then bounces away. The crowd ooh’s. I try to make a switch to move the ball in the right direction, but the switch refuses form. Maybe I’m forming them wrong. . . I start to get a little worried. I flip Dan’s newest switch right before his shot, his ball goes wide, and he has to catch his balance on the edge of the table, his equilibrium suddenly lost. The crowd around the table gasps in shock, and I return his balance.

“How much have you had to drink?” I ask, making the beer in his cups doubly potent with alcohol.. Dan shakes himself and glares at me as I make my next shot.

*TO BE CONTINUE*

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Kwontinuation( am seriously addicted to this Illegal tune)
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After making the shot, it lands in the second row, and Dan downs his second cup. As the game wears on, I ensure that few of Dan’s shots make it anywhere near my cups, though it does take me awhile to hit his last one. No matter how I imagine it, I can’t seem to come up with a switch that will move the ball the way I wanted it to, without it being too obvious. Those gathered around the table cheer as I make the final shot, and Stephanie lays on me in front of everybody. I turn to talk to Dennis when she lets me up for air, but he’s already gone.

“I think they went upstairs,” Stephanie says, having to yell to be heard over the din.

“He’d better not have gone up there with my sister!” Bent says right behind me, and I cringe. A cute little redhead is trying to hold him back as he starts up the stairs, but she doesn’t stand a chance against his size. I follow after, quickly forming switches in those around me and hope I won’t pay too much for it tomorrow. I start to turn down Bent’s anger and concern, and turn up his acceptance. It takes a fair amount of effort to get the switches to move, but slowly they comply with my will. I think the amount of alcohol he’s imbibed helps. They aren't behind the first door, or the second. The second room is occupied by a couple going at it, and though I kind of want to watch, I’m more concerned about my roommate's possible lifespan. They end up being in the back most room when Bent walks in, trailed by the redhead, Stephanie, and me. Both are still fully clothed, but they’re kissing pretty fiercely on a couch (Linda in Dennis's lap), and their hands are busy exploring each other's bodies.

"Ah-ha! I found you." The anger has gone mostly out of his voice, but it still startles the two kissers.

"Bent! What are you doing? Leave us alone!" I can feel her brother's switches start to fight me, and know I imediately add some switches to Linda. A small voice in the back of my head warns me that this can lead to trouble, as it had with Tina, but I’m already acting to stave off a fight. I stamp down hard on Linda's anger, and turn up her acceptance. I remember Dennis's 'intimidation' switch that I'd made what seems so long ago, but was less than a week, and turn that one down as well. I can already tell I’m going to suffer tomorrow for this, but I don’t want a fight to break out in the first party I've been invited to, and my roommate has actually been decent to me recently.

"Leave them alone, Bent," the redhead says, placing her hand on his arm. Linda has already gone back to kissing Dennis, and Dennis is too preoccupied to be bothered by it.

"She's my sister, Rose." Somehow there is still a bit of resistance in him, so I crush down on his new switches, and see his eyes go slightly glassy. Oops. . . Maybe that was too much, I fear. Did I break him?

"Then show her how to kiss properly, and kiss me." Rose suits actions to words, and pulls him down into a kiss. I’m thankful for her distraction.

"What just happened?" Stephanie asks me in a whisper, and I shrug my shoulders pretending I don’t have a clue. Rose leads Bent over to the couch, without breaking the kiss, and sits him next to the other snogging couple. The redhead straddles his lap, turns to Linda, and says,
"This is how you really kiss a man," and then attacks the big jock. Linda looks up for a moment, watches the redhead make out with her brother, and then attacks Dennis with renewed ferocity. I feel a hand grip my hardening cocck through my pants, and then Stephanie asks,
"You like watching this, don't you?" I tear my eyes away from the scene before me, to look down into her blue eyes and long lashes. With her hand on my crotch, there is no way I can deny it. She snakes her other hand around my neck, and pulls me down for a soft kiss, before saying, "I do too."

*sorry for the short update. I just manage to quickly type this*

*kwontinue*

Stephanie leads me over to a recliner, and for the first time I realize we are in a den, and not a bedroom. I sit down first, and Steph plants herself in my lap, facing the two kissing couples. Rose's shirt is off now, and Bent is fussing with the bra strap in back. Steph turns to look at me, smiles, and then grabs my hands and pulls them around her. She digs one of my hands under her shirt, and puts the other in her lap. I need no further hints, and slip my left hand up her flat stomach to handle her ample chest. Dennis isn't about to be outdone, and removes Linda's shirt, and her br*a off with a snap of his fingers, while Bent is still struggling with Rose’s cloths. In the end, Rose has to remove her own br*a, pressing her ample breassts together. The br*a unhooks in the front. There is no mistaking that Rose's breassts are fake, and the tune of YOUR FAVOURITE MARTIAN’s song ‘Tig ‘Ol Bitties plays through my mind. Linda's breassts, on the other hand, are very much real, and Dennis has his face buried in them. Stephanie is grinding her ass against my covered crotch, and I slip a hand inside her pants after she unbuttons them. She is shaved smooth again tonight, and already moist by the time my fingers reach her nether lips. I use a new switch, and her bra unsnaps; seemingly on its own. Stephanie removes her shirt and bra in one swift motion. Linda has finally taken the lead, and has Dennis's long cocck out, and is busily sucking away, making slurping noises that are impossible to mistake.

"Oh," Rose exclaims, "I didn’t think you'd go that far with your brother here." In the spirit of their competition, Rose follows suit, pulling Bent's pants down to his ankles, to reveal a cocck thicker than Dennis's, but not as long. Dennis has his eyes closed as he enjoys Linda's ministrations, but oddly, Bent's eyes are locked on his sister's bobbing platinum head. Stephanie is twitching in my lap, and I realize I’m rubbing my fingers against her clit pretty firmly. A couple seconds later, she comes, gripping my legs with her hands, and my hand with her legs, moaning for the entire room to hear. Rose is the only one to pay us any attention though, and she just gives us a wicked smile, before turning her attention back to Bent's thick post. Stephanie stands and spins around, kissing me as she leans over. Her tongue feels hot and wet against my lips, and I gladly meet it with my own. Her hands are fumbling at my waist, and she easily gets my pants undone. I lift my hips to let her remove them, and then sit back down. Stephanie stands back upright, drops her pants to the floor, and then stares at my rigid cocck for a moment, curiously, before going down on me. I'm not sure if it is the situation, or not, but her Mouth Gig somehow feels different; perhaps hungrier this time. She must really be turned on by the events going on, on the couch opposite us. I watch as in almost unison, the other two men stand, and help their women get completely nakked as well. Linda sits back on the couch, and Dennis drops to his knees, repaying the favor she'd just given him. Rose, however, crawls onto the couch next to Linda, on all fours. Bent gets behind her, about the same time the two women start to kiss.

"Ung, fucckk! Your brother's cocckk is thick," Rose moans, and Linda's eyes fly open at the words.

"My. . . Brother. . .?" Enjoying everything as much as I am, I instinctively push on her 'acceptance' switch and a dreamy smiles washes across her face.
"Mmm, I'm glad." A soft moan slips from her lips, and then turns throaty, as Dennis must have started doing something right. Rose begins sucking on Linda's left breasst, and I realize Stephanie is missing the show. As much as I’m enjoying her attentions, I decide to pull her up, and turn her around. I have her sit in my lap, watching as her eyes go wide at the show on the couch.
"I can't believe they're doing that in front of each other," she says, as my prick-head slips past her first folds. She feels tighter tonight too. Probably from watching what the other four are doing, I conclude. Stephanie sinks slowly down my shaft, eliciting a moan from me.
"Fucckk, that thing IS big," she moans, and wiggles her hips a little in an effort to fit more of me in her. Both Rose and Linda look over at Stephanie's words, and I enjoy how their eyes grow large at the site of my cocckk slipping into Stephanie’s slim Arrow.


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**kwontinuation**


Linda grabs Dennis by the ears, and pulls him
up to her face. "Fvck me. Fvck me now!" Dennis
doesn’t need to be told twice,, though he does
give Bent a quick look, and he easily slides his
length into the platinum blonde's shaved V.hole.
Rose reaches down between them, and from
the way Linda's moans grow in volume, I
assume the fake-tittied redhead is playing with
Linda's clit. Rose starts kissing Dennis, and I
monitor Bent's switches to see if he objects, but
they don’t budge. In fact, he seems to be
watching Dennis and Linda slowly fvck,
matching their pace behind Rose.
Stephanie uses her hands on the armrests of the
recliner to lift herself up, and then fall back down,
repeatedly impaling herself on my manhood, but
taking it slow. I bring my hands around to her
firm breassts, and gently tease her nippples. From
the way her pusssy milks my cockk, I know she’s
enjoying it.
Bent starts grunting with effort as he picks up his
pace and tips Rose over the edge of bliss.
Linda soon follows, the two women moaning
in almost unison. Rose collapses forward, her
face landing where Dennis and Linda are still
joined. The redhead pushes my roommate out,
and I can hear Linda’s pusssy making a sucking
sound as he leaves Linda’s warm prison.
Rose starts licking the other women's juices off
his cockk. She continues to push him back, till he
is lying on the floor, with her head between his
legs, taking an impressive amount of his long
dickson down her throat. Dennis can’t seem to
believe his luck, and gives me an exuberant
thumbs up when he sees me watching.
I check on Bent's switches again, but he only has
eyes for his sister, who has two fingers in her
own crotch, frigging herself furiously, eyes
closed and approaching another orgasm, one of
her nippples rolling between her fingers.


Before
anyone else knows what is happening, Bent
leans forward, and kisses his sister full on the
mouth. Linda shakes as the kiss takes her, and
she wraps both one arm around her brother, the
other still buried in her crotch.
Stephanie suddenly comes hard on my cockk. She
shakes and shudders, her hand furiously rubbing
her clit, while I continue teasing her nippples.


"I can't believe he did that," she tells me, after a
few seconds have passed. "His own sister. . .
What do you think about it?"


What do I think about it? Inc*est has never been a
thing for me in the past, but watching the way
the two siblings lovingly kiss, and how Linda
seems to be getting off on her brother's fingers, I
have to admit I’m getting turn on. I let my cocckk
twitch inside her a couple times, to give her an
answer, and smile as her eyes roll up into her
head, and her juices seep out around my cockk.


"Damn, that's deep." The voice tears my attention
from Stephanie, and I see that Rose has mounted
Dennis, and has his rod fully sheathed in her
cunny. I can see that her carpet matches the
drapes, though she only has a small strip of hair.
Her fake tits are bouncing under Dennis's hands,
as they both grunt and moan. Rose’s head is
thrown back, her hips rocking furiously atop my
roommate, while she rubs her own clit.
With all this sexx around me, I know my own
climax coming on. I curse my inability to not be
able to use switches on myself. I want to keep
going, but it isn't possible, and I lose the battle.
Stephanie must have been able to sense my
closeness as I drop my hands to her slightly
wider hips, and start rocking her back and forth a
moment before I blow. It feels like a fire hose is
emptying out of my rod with enough force to
almost hurt, as I shoot deep into Stephanie's
womb. Stephanie starts cumming again, too, and
as we finally come down from our blissful peak,
we look up to see Dennis and Rose grinning at
us foolishly.
Bent is too busy trying to get his fat cockk into his
sister. For Linda’s part, she is moaning
furiously, trying to help him.
Dennis comes as Stephanie and I are getting
dressed, and we all agree to leave the screwing
siblings to themselves.
Walking out of the room, I use one more switch
to make sure the door is locked, and feel the
headache I know I’ll pay for tomorrow make itself
known. There is no sense in letting them get
caught. I don’t think Bent would appreciate that
juicy secret getting out.
Rose leans over, and whispers in my ear,

“Let
me know if you’re ever bored. That cockk of
yours looks fantastic.” I blink in surprise at her
forwardness.
Stephanie and I decide to leave the party, and as
soon as we are in the car, my date starts talking.


"That was so hot! I've never done anything like
that! Have you?"

"No, Stacy, I haven't." I reply blandly.


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Nice write up, keep it up

Nice story, beautiful use of words, matured concept. Thumbs up.

Wow Nick is indeed an hero

My shout out goes to all the readers that find it difficult not to comment on my story. U guys are my inspiration.
And to all the ghost readerz, i hope u stop fighting ur conscience and start doing whats right.
Happy weekend to you all.
YOUR AMATEUR WRITER.

Queenliz.

This update is dedicated to all my faithful readerz

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I shift closer to her and says, "I hope you don't think less of me, but when I
saw Bent kissing his sister, it felt like lightning. . .


Wait. . . You called me Stacy.(*check the ending of the previous update*)" She turns to
look at me, eyes wide, and confused.


"That's your name, isn't it?" A small smile raises
the corner of my mouth.


"How did you know?" Her excitement has turned
to trepidation(nervousness).


"I wasn’t sure until you just confirmed it, but
there are a few differences between you two. You
may look and sound the same, but you both feel
a bit different." A part of me is angry for having
been played for a fool, but another part of me
knows I can’t be too angry with a woman I'd just
fvcked her toto.


"Don't be angry," Stacy pleads. "Stephanie was
too sore after yesterday, and I can understand
why.She knew you would want to do it again.”
She pauses to look at me shrewdly, before
continuing,
“No one has ever figured it out
before."


"You've done this before?" I ask, shock
outweighing all other emotions.


"Not very much,” she concedes sheepishly.


“Only when one of us needs a break, though I
have to say, this is the best night I've had in
years, and I understand why my sister needs to
recover. I'm not going to be walking straight
tomorrow." A mischievous smile spreads across
her face. “Let me know if you ever need a break
from Stephanie.”


The compliment isn't lost on me, and I have to
laugh. I’ve just fulfilled many man's (especially Nigerian guys) fantasy of
screwing sisters, though not at the same time. . .
That gives me an idea, but one that will have to
wait for another night. My head is really starting
to pound, and I’m exhausted after last night’s
treatment and having two great screwing
sessions.


"Don't be mad at her, she really likes you,"
Stacy pleads with me again, as I drive her
home. Thinking of how Tina had acted after the
first time we'd screwed, I wonder if all women
lie.

"Liking someone requires trust," I tell her, but
there is no bite in my words. “I would have
understood if she couldn’t fool around tonight.”


“You’re the real deal,” she asks? “We’re so used to
dealing with crooks, it’s really refreshing to be
with a gentleman.” I say nothing as Stacy
pulls out her phone, and I assume she is texting
Stephanie, because the twin meets us as I pull up. I
jump out, and run around to let Stacy out, still
trying to be the gentleman.

"Go easy on her," Stacy whispers as she
steps out of my car, and gives me a quick peck
on the cheek.


"Stacy tells me you figured it out. How did
you do it?" Stephanie's arms are tucked under her
breassts, breath misting in the cold air. She isn't
wearing a coat, or a br*a by the look of it, so I
invite her into my warm car, before answering
her question.
I decide that my earlier comment about 'like
requiring trust' still holds and I DO like Stephanie.


"You and she may look the same, but you both
act and feel different during sexx."
My words don’t seem to hurt her, but I can see
fear and worry in her eyes, backed by a steely
determination.


"Do you hate me?" The fear and trepidation in her
voice is impossible to miss.


"I'm not happy about being lied to. If you didn’t
feel up to doing anything, I would have
understood. I'm not an asshole, though
sometimes that works to my detriment."

"No," she says, placing her hand on my thigh,


"It's one of the things I like most about you."
I can’t help but add the next part.
"And then there
is the part where you sent your sister to have sexx
with me. What kind of a man would complain
about that?"

Stephanie laughs her wonderful musical laugh, and
I know that she knows I've forgiven her.
Apparently, I’m an easily forgiving person, at
least when sexx is involved. I don’t want to think
of what that says about me.
I walk Stephanie to her door, lending her my coat
for the short walk, and we kiss shortly before she
goes in.
I drive slow and careful, letting my mind play
over the day's, and most particularly the night's
events. All in all, I’m in a pretty good mood,
though I still don’t know what I’m going to do
about Tina. My conscience and pride want one
thing, but my mind and pricck fight for something
else. For now, I think avoiding her is still the best
action to take.
I crawl into bed, wondering how much sleep I’m
going to get tonight.
The flash of light before I enter Vage's featureless
blue room, reminds me of my other problems,
but I have an idea to deal with Vage tonight.
Somehow my conscience doesn’t fight me on
this one. Maybe it is because she is an alien?
The pain is excruciating. I’m only dimly aware of
the light going from white to yellow before I lose
total consciousness.


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To be continued. I appreciate every one.

This is the most explicit content i have read here and it coming from a woman makes it extra hot. Waiting for next update

jmichlins:
it coming from a woman makes it extra hot. Waiting for next update

#lolz. Well, trust me, we are just getting started

SmartestPopQUEEN:

#lolz. Well, trust me, we are just getting started

are you from this part of the world cause the females here never talks about sex let alone write explicit content about it

Nice One....You make a first timer in this section got addicted.Keep it up

jmichlins:
are you from this part of the world cause the females here never talks about sex let alone write explicit content about it

wow! Have been waiting for this kind of question for like forever ago. Well, i spent the teenage years of my life in the States, before coming back to my fathers land almost 5years ago.
I have a passion for writing, and i love to imagine things in the opposite sex's thinking way. I have wrote a lot of stories on some foreign website when i was in the states, it took me a while to discover this section on Nl. But this is my first story on Nl. I have posted this story on a foreign website when i was in the Diaspora but never got the chance to conclude it. So am posting it here and at the same time doing some corrections and retyping it, to suit the Nigerian Way (just like the use of pidgin when i first updated, and the use of Toto and Origin). Thanks.

Nogodye:
Nice One....You make a first timer in this section got addicted.Keep it up

wow! Am Flattered. But u mean, asin first timer like me?

SmartestPopQUEEN:

wow! Have been waiting for this kind of question for like forever ago. Well, i spent the teenage years of my life in the States, before coming back to my fathers land almost 5years ago.
I have a passion for writing, and i love to imagine things in the opposite sex's thinking way. I have wrote a lot of stories on some foreign website when i was in the states, it took me a while to discover this section on Nl. But this is my first story on Nl. I have posted this story on a foreign website when i was in the Diaspora but never got the chance to conclude it. So am posting it here and at the same time doing some corrections and retyping it, to suit the Nigerian Way (just like the use of pidgin when i first updated, and the use of Toto and Origin). Thanks.

well this story is not in anyway nigerian. Its like all these foreign romance stories if not for the hot sex involved. Anal is something we yet to grasp here not to talk of insect that one is a taboo.ur good

One more thing is how you choose your words like you have being doing this for long and not like an amateur which you say you are. You can pass for a male writer from your point of expression. You will do well if you change their diet menu to something local can not imagine a young adult taking cereal as meal. The softest meal i can go for is tea. Swallow is way to go with the kind of sun we have here

SmartestPopQUEEN:

wow! Am Flattered. But u mean, asin first timer like me?

Yeah...On this section