I don't remember leaving Angela's office, such was my level of arousal. I sat in my Honda for several minutes with my water bottle on the back of my neck, trying to catch my breath and cool myself, until the air-conditioning kicked in. The events of the last week had lit a fire within me, and I had adopted the habit of bringing a spare pair of panties to work.
As I sat in the stall in the bathroom at work, I removed my soiled panties, and put on a fresh pair. I had to crumple the old pair up into a ball, to prevent the transfer of my vaginal secretions to the contents of my purse. They were absolutely soaked, evidence of the chemistry I had with Angela. After my sexual encounter with Chad, I had examined the panties that he had removed from me. They were moist from his prolonged teasing session, but they were still wearable after he left.
A short kissing session with Angela had aroused me so much, that she had rendered my panties unwearable. I felt my face redden as I recalled that I had dry-humped her leg like a bitch in heat. How embarrassing to have been so overwhelmed with desire that I lost control of my faculties.
I should have told her about my encounter with her brother. Whether or not we ended up sharing a hotel bed this weekend, she deserved to know. I had to tell her before we went any further sexually.
When I got home that night, Chad was there. He should have been at football practice with my brother, but he had reported in as unfit with a tweaked knee, and had secured permission from my parents to come over and do his homework. They were going out to the movies, and within thirty minutes of my arrival home from work, I was left alone in the house with Chad. Predictably, he came on to me as soon as we heard their car leave the driveway.
He was much more aggressive this time, almost angry in the way he came for me. I tried to fend him off, in a weak and half-hearted way, but he ignored my perfunctory rebuttals, and seemed to think that it was part of the foreplay. In truth, his sister had got me so worked up earlier that day, that I was looking forward to going home and masturbating. Having a receptive and willing young face to come on, seemed like it would be so much more satisfying, so I allowed him to slowly overpower me.
Three orgasms later, his handsome face glazed with my juices as we kissed, he was lying on top of me, trying to wriggle his way inside of me. I was receptive to his advances at this moment, my pussy moistening at the thought of him entering me. I did have some concerns about sexually transmitted infections, and at the risk of ruining the moment, I asked him to wear a condom.
"I am clean, Debbie," he assured me, "I haven't been intimate with anyone in a long time."
Shortly after his proclamation, he entered me bare-back and we ended up fucking on my bedroom floor. It was exactly what I needed, after the way that Angela had left me high and dry, but it was also selfish and very wrong on many levels. Even though I had not had any conversations with either of them that could be construed as a commitment to be monogamous, they were brother and sister, and they each had a right to know about my involvement with the other.
As Chad approached his climax, my thoughts turned from STIs to the risk of pregnancy. I was on birth-control, and took it religiously, so my concerns were unwarranted. However, I wanted to exert some control over the situation, so I whispered softly in his ear.
"Chad, please don't come inside me. I will finish you off with my hand," I offered shyly.
This seemed to infuriate Chad, and he increased his tempo, fucking me with abandon. He pulled out of my pussy at the last minute, grabbed his cock and started to masturbate furiously. I reached one of my hands out to caress his balls but he slapped it away. He scooted up my body slightly, and put one hand around my neck as if he was going to choke me.
"Take that you fucking slut," he said angrily, as he ejaculated all over my breasts.
Even though his verbal abuse shocked me, I chalked it up to him getting caught up in the moment. I occasionally had thoughts of being dominated or leashed like a dog when I approached orgasm. As soon as I had achieved my release, those same thoughts seemed disgusting, so I could empathize with his sexual fantasies.
That said, it was very flattering to see his young muscular physique, tensing and flexing with pleasure as he orgasmed. After he came, his anger dissipated and he kissed me passionately for a few moments. Then to my surprise, he lowered his head to my abdomen, and started to tease my navel.
Chad knew exactly was he was doing, having listened to the feedback from my body the first time he had paid attention to my stomach and belly-button. He really took his time, moving even more slowly and deliberately than before. Using a combination of his breath, lips, tongue and fingertips, he evoked such a strong arousal from me, that I ended up grabbing him by the ears and putting his tongue back between my legs.
I came three times more on his face, each time with more intensity and vocal outburst than the last, as I closed my eyes and imagined it was Angela whose soft tongue was licking my clitoris. After I came, I lay panting on my back, my mouth open as I gasped for oxygen. Chad emerged from between my legs, my secretions all over his nose, lips and chin, and as he moved up my body to kiss me, I felt his erection brush across my stomach.
I have always been a good girl. Growing up in a conservative family, centered around community and Church, I never allowed my suitors to progress much further than making out, with the occasional hand-job thrown in. I had enjoyed sexual relations with a handful of men, but only once we were in long-term monogamous relationships.
However, Chad had been very accommodating in our last two encounters, so I felt like I owed him one. I knew that the contraceptive pill was ninety-nine percent effective, so for this reason, as we kissed I reached down and grabbed the tip of his cock. Parting my legs slightly, both to facilitate his entry, and to give him the consent that he seemed to need, I slipped his erect penis inside of my very wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around his muscular ass, and raked my nails across his shoulder blades.
There was a fifteen year gap between us, and I felt like we were from different generations. I knew that young people viewed casual sex much more favorably than people of my age, watched a lot more pornography, had more sexual partners, and weren't as conscious of gender as I was, so for this reason I tried to make the encounter exciting for him. I raised my lips to his neck and whispered softly in his ear.
"I am completely satisfied, Chad. This is all about you. Take whatever you want. You can come inside me."
