INTENSE COMPETITION

Stepsisters, sexual collusion, hot,

For just once in my life, I wanted to pound her, really smack her. Then frickin, hold her down and watch her wriggle and squirm. Dominate her. Control her. Then shove her life right up her arse.

Well, all I could see was her arse across the finish line in front of me, yet again.

"Nicely timed run, Stephanie," said our athletics coach to my big stepsis.

Then to me, "Awesome, Linda, a new PB by 1.3."

I'm too competitive, but tell me a younger sister who isn't always one step behind.

Even at eighteen and six months, my eighteen and seven-month stepsister holds all the advantages.

Nine months new in my home, and she gets the dates. She gets the jocks. She gets herself screwed senseless.

I go dateless. I go boy-less. I get to frig myself off in desperation.

I shyly look at a guy whilst Steph moves in and guides him by his cock right into her slutty pussy.

I'm at a terrible virginal impasse. I want cock desperately, but not one that has already sampled or resampled my step-sissy's slit.

And I'm running out of options, and I'm talking about a large track and field team here.

I notice a new guy that Steph's missed as she heads smugly off to the changing rooms to shower and change.

I don't know why she bothers; she'll be naked and sweaty in the back seat of a car in less than half an hour.

I ask Tracy, who has stopped her long jump practice and is watching the new shot putt guy's technique.

"Who is he?"

"Boaz; Boaz Daniels, and he's hot! Don't you think?"

"Yeah, muscles to spare," I added dreamily.

"Mmm, and a hidden muscle we would both like to see."

She nudged me.

"Yeah, fat chance," I mumbled as Tracey returned to her mark, and I headed for the changing rooms.

It was only two days later, on a Saturday afternoon, when our parents were away overnight, that I knew Steph was up to her usual selfish pussy satisfying seeking.

She was avoiding me, which meant she wasn't avoiding guys.

I always heard her ecstatic moaning on the other side of my bedroom walls anytime Mum and Dad were absent for a weekend. My stepsister loved 'sleepovers' minus the sleeping.

Her bed, I think, was designed to get all over a guy. Well, like me, she had an athlete's stamina, but she had a sexual snare to match.

Geez, my sis was a loud, egotistical and effusive cummer.

If I wasn't so jealous, I'm nearly sure I could get myself off just on her raunchy, explosive, sexual dirty talk bouncing through the walls.

"Yes, yes, there,…. yes, yes, right there."

Mmm, what there? 

Her G-spot, her clit, surely not her crack? Euughh!

Her sexual instruction pierced straight to my aching pussy and reverberated in spasms of need between my squeezing legs.

Okay, I cheated.

I can't touch myself when she screws next door, so I dry hump, which becomes a wet hump as I push my pussy into my sleeping bolster.

My supposed bed decoration but, in reality, my poor substitute lover as I wrap my thighs around the spongy softness of the bolster and push and rub into it. And when I have my yielding, satisfied sigh of sexual release, I hug my bolster to sleep. Well, it never rejects me.

The bitch was in the loo, so I checked her text messages on her phone.

I just knew she was organising a guy to come over.

"You skank whore," I said aloud, really loud, so she could hear me from the WC.

You frickin slutty tramp.

She wasn't waiting till tonight.

She had a guy coming soon—the guy I wanted.

Then I was in my bedroom, cuddling my bolster and sobbing, "Boaz, Boaz, Boaz!"

I hit self-esteem rock bottom.

Hell, I sobbed loudly because my step-sister entered my no-go zone room.

Steph had an arm around me, consoling me; genuine, I realised; "Oh pet, I didn't realise you had such a crush on this one. Geez, sweetie, he's just another cock attached to a body. There are plenty out there. Nearly every other person who isn't a girl, well give or take a slinky pansexual or graysexual, still making up their minds —you need to get into cock self-help honey," and my sister was drying my tears.

"How can I when I haven't the confidence to start?" I blurted out.

"Guys like beginner's enthusiasm," she said confidentially.

"I've never even sucked a cock," I divulged, confessing all.

"Oh honey…it's so easy; just splash plenty of spit on it; big dauby blobs and smear it everywhere; absolutely everywhere with your tongue; wrap your lips around it; pucker suck his rod; build another ball of spit, the friggin' biggest most generous glob you can and drizzle it over his cock, let it run in rivulets down to his balls, tacky and sleazy; then make and keep eye contact as you hold the shaft through your hands; pushin' the meat in and out of your mouth; you'll be surprised how quickly you become a natural."

"But how do I even start? I need a guy first," I added with a frustrated sigh.

"If you want cock, sweetie —it's simple —you give a guy your pussy."

And I knew she was telling the truth.

"So, lots of spit first," I was getting enthusiastic about the detail —even if I thought the practical was —well —knowing my luck —lightyears away.

"Yeah, you can never have too much spit, sweetie. Guys love your gob acting like your pussy. And take it deep. Even if you nearly gag, they will always remember you for that. It really excites a guy seeing his pecker disappear all the way down your throat, be a cock-sword swallower."

"How did you start? How did you learn?" I asked my sis.

"Honey, on the job —most college guys haven't had that many outstanding head jobs that they will rate you. They are so caught up in watching their dick in your mouth —that is where they are at —you suck their dick —they are all yours, putty for smutties."

"But I'll go crazy in my room if you suck off Boaz's cock in your room later and frickin scream your head off as you cum."

Whoops!

I covered my mouth— revealing the truth!

"Oh God —sorry, honey. I didn't realise I was that loud. So sorry —it's just once my clitty gets humming —I'm not thinking how loud I am."

There was a short, awkward pause.

There was no competition for Boaz; my sister was the winner again.

"Tell you what —let's share the prick —he won't mind —he'll be an instant boner when he realises he's getting the cock-dream scene —two girls at once and hot step-sisters," and she cuddled me.

There was a flurry of action for us to find something hot to wear before Boaz arrived.

I had a pink carnation-coloured top and Steph a strawberry-red one.

And because we had great athletes toned butts, we both chose to wear; tight denim shorts.

Though Stephanie laughed as she said, "It hardly matters what we wear —it will slink off fast."

Beefcake shot putter Boaz arrived and was plonked quickly between us on the bottle-green leather lounge.

Steph, the forward bitch just whispered into his ear, but I saw his eyes widen and light up; it's what guys yearn to hear, the taboo invitation without having to wrestle with initiating the guilty impulse.

Steph had Boaz standing before her as she dropped to her knees.

She said to me: "Watch and learn, little sis."

And I got to have the front row and only seat to a riotous sex-inspired activation of all my senses and a warm wet feeling spreading quickly between my pressed-together thighs.

Okay, so I was squeezing my fanny for myself.

But my big sister was hot.

Boaz was male over, happy to have his dacks and boxers dropped and his nice attractive cock worked up by my big sister's hand. Her first action was to build up a wad of spit in her mouth and deposit it in piled globs along his stiff shaft.

Then she held the shot putter's rod and sucked his head — just the head —teasing his cock.

Then my eyes nearly popped out of my skull —as the length of his pecker disappeared in my sister's mouth to his ball sack.

Fuck she took meat deep.

Then Boaz had a rocking forward pelvis thrust, and Steph's head was bobbing around as they found a mutually enjoyable friction of mouth and cock together.

Steph and Boaz were lost in the buzz of sex joy.

I might as well have not been there; they were both focused only on his cock.

I was overexcited, pure lust, a pure hunk of male sausage drawing power.

I wanted that cock in my gob.

I was down on my knees next to my sister, and she just gave Boaz's saliva-glistening, throbbing cock to me.

"Suck it, Linda…suck it," she said, but I was already doing that.

My first-ever taste of cock was life-changing.

A sweet treat.

The best treat.

I was hooked. So frickin mouth filling. So hard.

Sucking

Licking

Fondling.

Drawing Boaz's dick deeper and deeper into my mouth.

With each motion, there was a growing confidence.

My sister tilted my head, and Boaz's cock followed; OMG, I couldn't say it; my mouth was full, and I was frickin' deep-throating.

His cock tickling my tonsils. His balls pressed to my chin.

Beyond…Cock…Cock…Cock… ferreting in mouth, I was a blur of natural instinctive action…my mouth and tongue just seemed to know how to enjoy themselves.

And my brain…it was encouraging me to be filthy…as my finger teased his arsehole…boy, did Boaz groan, and Wow, did Steph give me a surprised look.

"You natural skank, "she said, adding a finger of her own.

She cradled my head so gently as I slurped slick schlong.

Oh, she's a sweetie, I thought.

Hell, no!

A bitch!

She jagged my head back and forth, making me skull fuck Boaz with my throat.

"Cccrh, uuh, cccrch, " I was frickin' near choking.

His cock must be bulging out of my nape!

 "Guuhhhaaaa! Guuaahhhhh!"

Thank Christ, Steph was up kissing Boaz and left me to play with his cock.

And cocks love playtime.

I licked his nuts and swept my tongue from the base of his shaft to his glans.

He just groaned as I repeated the process.

"Yeah, baby, nice baby, so good babe!"

I had my special cock appreciation move —just like that —but it was the fast sucking off that had him pushing from his buttocks and thighs —as his cock was taken on a private dirty tour of my happy mouth.

My sis told the hunk to grab my ears, and boy, oh boy, was I speed suckin' then.

Finally, the true skank in my sister was on show…she was back on her knees …sharing cock with me. She was kissing his balls while I kept sucking. Then, while she had a good fast tug, I was nuzzling and licking his sleek, tightening, happy nut sack.

Boaz knew what he wanted as he guided us both to the couch…on our hands and knees…a fetching pair of arses in tight denim wriggling in front of his face.

Our pants were off; lots of hands helpin'; mine first, then my sisters. Only our skimpy underwear barely contained the fleshy bump of our slits. Our panties shaped our sisterly protruding lumps of softness.

Oh, damn, I thought —Steph the bitch probably shaves —the tart —while I'm all a furry beaver —What will the guy think?

Boaz peeled back our knickers and took the wonder of double-presented pussy in his male stride, his fingers teasing my lips and enjoying a gentle tug on my pubes.

He liked them — probably hadn't seen many.

Steph was grasping the top of the lounge firmly and moaning as her pussy was getting tongued.

I could hear a slurping frenzy as Boaz surprised her.

Steph was going: "Oh…Orrgh…Mmm…Oh …Oh …Yes…Mmm."

I had no idea what was happening to my big sister.

I was enjoying what my pussy was getting — someone else's fingers other than mine.

"Oh shit…Oh Fuck…Oh My God…Yeah…Mmm…Shit…Mmm," that was me, not Steph, as Boaz licked my arse.

His tongue was licking, my never before licked sweet pucker.

It was good as his tongue swept over my clitty and probed into my girly softness. The prick was good. He found everything for his and my complete pleasure, even in my hairy nest.

Steph added to the sexual mayhem with her forceful vocalisation — which almost shocked me: as she said, "Get another finger in my butt…get it in… Oh yes…oh yes…Orrgh…Oh…Ohh."

Boaz had two cute girly bodies and wanted to keep them busy. He wasn't one of those guys that sidelined one chick while screwing the other.

Hell knows where he got the idea from — but it was filthy — but great for my sis and me. We were past, caring what the fuck we looked like as we got cock together.

Boaz had me straddled over my sister's back — yes, the sleazy nineteen-year-old bastard had both our arses where he wanted them —piled up.

Two sweet, begging-ready pussies — both eager to receive cock—needing cock — not caring that another pussy was getting dicked at virtually the same time.

He stabbed my sister under me while he fingered my sopping cunny from behind.

Then he gave me my first cock— he didn't realise that — but it was tight and filling and WOW — more sensational than my greedy fingers ever were.

I felt his cock's shape.

I held his cock in me.

I luxuriated in the slide and thrust and pump of pecker drilling into me.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," for starters, reduced to panting, "Uh, uh, uh!" 

Hell, I think I was louder than my sister.

Then Boaz started rimming my arse with his finger, inserting it to the knuckle.

Oh, if my pussy felt good, my arse was my pussy's equal in the pleasure-building stakes.

It was my pussy's turn again.

In a blur of cock wielding happiness, the prick Boaz was enjoying the double sisterly delight.

I was enjoying the movement of cock in my flesh — the subtle variation of inward press and outward tug —the harder pushing —the deep thrusting —the slow withdrawal to my opening —the rapid frictional crescendo.

My wetness.

My filled pussy shape.

My purry flushed body.

Hardness in me.

It was Steph who got us both over.

I was now under her, but both our legs were splayed open.

The cock to pussy invitation was on full display.

We could both see and watch together as we were both screwed in turn.

There was the pulsating vitality of youthful fucking.

Humping.

Pumping.

Thrusting.

Moans.

I watched from underneath as Boaz gave it to my sis, deep, shallow, then deep.

Then it was my turn to find new levels of body and pussy excitement as my big sis watched her little sis get fucked underneath her.

My pussy's moment of defining joy. I had the cock, and my sister was watching cock in me.

Boaz's pecker and my pussy were bonding sensually slowly, then rapidly giving action. I wanted him to cum inside me as our parts were blending to unreal levels of bodily satisfaction.

"Oh you bitch…you dirty, dirty bitch…Yes…Yes…Orrgh …Oh…Oh…Ohhh,"; I exclaimed as my sis worked my clitty

My sissy was touching my privates for the very first time.

It was beyond heady.

I had no time to consider the trespassing taboo —it was too good— it was way beyond good —I came with the most intense orgasm of my young life.

Boaz had reserves of cock, denying jizz release from god knows where—but he was still plying his meat with pleasure, groaning in my big sis's shaved pussy just above my replete juicy coochie.

I could do no more than give my older sister what she had given me.

I found her swollen bead too quickly.

Holy Moly, she had a big one, and my fingers worked both sides of her clit, and my efforts were appreciated.

Boaz stole the moment to raid her winking starfish.

"Uh, uhh, Uhh," she grunted.

Then added, " You big bastard and you little bitch, oh yes…more…more…Mmm…Oh Yeah…Yes…I'm cumming…I'm cumming…you sod, you bitch…Orrgh…Orrhh."

My sister's demonstrative pleasure was my sweet pleasure, too.

I had that satisfied feeling of adding to her orgasm.

We were no longer step-sisters in intense competition, but we were sisters joined on a cum draining mission.

Both of us were up and licking Boaz's nut sack at the same time.

Yes, it was the beginning of our intense competition to get him off, but it was a shared intensity.

We were nibbling, licking, fondling his tightly straining silky bag with our fingers — drawing out the soft pouchy flesh —then together licking up his shaft —me on the left, my sister on the right —both kissing his cock.

Then, licking in tandem —spitting in unison —tenderly sharing the so sensitive head— lovely, lovely, sisterly turn-taking.

Boaz gave the deepest of groans.

"Rrr-uughh!"

His whole body jerked uncontrollably.

Then wad after wad of jizz was fired out of his pecker, catching me by surprise as it splashed across my face — warm and wet.

Steph, the bitch caught wild splashes on her dangling tongue.

It was over —as in the immediate group sex ended —but it was still to be cached in each of our sexual memories.

Steph played hostess, getting Boaz a well-deserved cold beer — served naked.

The next afternoon, we were home alone before our parents returned.

I don't know how it happened —Well, yes, I do —but I don't want to process the ethics of it —because they don't balance with the primal pleasure.

For the first time in my life, I was pounding her, really pounding her.

Frickin holding down my big sis with my thighs as I watched her tongue dive into my face-sitting pussy.

I dominated her.

Controlled her.

And she didn't know it yet, but her little sis was going to shove her big sis's sex life; right up her begging arse; very, very soon.