Message-ID: <24824asstr$961665002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Steven Bockman X-Original-Message-ID: <8is9ts$eor$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Jun 22 05:58:24 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} A Knock at the Door (mmF, teen, voy, exhib, oral) by Steven Bockman Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, gill-bates, dennyw, english WARNING: Please only read if you're of legal age and not offended by perverted stuff. And please respect my work-you can repost it if you wish, but only if this warning remains and let me know of your intentions. The following is a work of fiction... enjoy! A Knock at the Door an adventures of Angela story by Steven Bockman (mmF, teen, voy, oral) -October 1999, Eastern City A knock at her door interrupted Angela's telephone conversation. She said, "Hold on," irritably into the phone, then stomped to the door. "WHAT!" Her younger brother was standing there looking nervous with his best friend, Jack. "We have twenty dollars," he said guiltily. Angela rolled her eyes and sighed. "Let's see it," she spat. "We have it," Albert, her brother, said hastily. He held up an envelope, a big ratty manila one. Angela stood pondering for a moment, then snatched it from her brother's hand. "Hang on," she muttered, and closed the door in his face. "I gotta go, Joy," she said when she got back to the phone. She placed the receiver down slowly and gazed out her window. It was raining. She sat there for a long moment, as if weighing her options. "Fuck it," she finally declared. Opening the envelope she called, "Come in, Al." *** Frank watched anxiously as his friend's older sister carefully counted the money. She was five years older than them, eighteen, a senior in High School. She also had the finest body on a girl Jack had ever seen. Angela was just over 5'5" tall, with short black hair which fell lazily just past her ears. If she weighed 120 pounds Jack would be surprised-her body was thin and toned-but if she did it was mostly in her breasts. They were two perfectly sized melons standing proudly from her chest, the kind you want to treat gently. Her body was perfectly formed, if a little on the small size, with wide curving hips leading down to two flawless legs. Her face was oval-shaped and lightly freckled, with a small nose and a wide mouth. And then, there were the eyes. Chestnut colored, sparkling, and staring right at Jack. "You guys, what?" she asked sarcastically. "Saved your lunch money?" Jack looked away, embarrassed. "It's all there, isn't it?" Albert said quietly. Angela carefully counted the money again. It was there, all right-twenty dollars in single denominations. She couldn't believe it- her brother never had money! He was always spending it on comic books. But here it was, and just in time. "Another day and the deal would've been off," she muttered. "Then you'll do it?" croaked Frank. He was getting a hard on just looking at her sitting on her bed with the dirty dollar bills in her tiny hands. She shot him a piercing glance, and he looked away. Standing up she strode past the two boys to the door, and locked it. As they watched she walked back to her bed and leaned across it to close her blinds. "Alright," she said, standing now. She was a good six inches taller than both of them, and made for a commanding figure to the two young boys. "Some ground rules." "Then you're gonna do it?" asked Frank again. Angela ignored him. "Some ground rules. You can look, but not touch." Albert fidgeted. "You're my sister." Angela's violet-painted lips smirked slightly. "No touching. Second-the deal was ten minutes. When it's over you LEAVE. No stalling, no complaining, or I'm gonna get pissed." The boys nodded. She paused a moment before continuing. She was getting a little nervous, but she shook it off. "And finally... if either of you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kick your ass or get someone to do it for me." The boys nodded again. "I'm not fucking around," she said menacingly. "You can't tell anyone, not ever! Got it?" "Okay, okay," Frank said. "We get it! I just wanna see!" She closed her eyes and sighed. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought. Then without a word she pulled off her Tommy Hilfiger shirt. Both boys in the room stood in shock. What had started as a drunken joke made by Angela a week before was actually happening! And now her shirt was off, and the older girl stood with her hands on her hips, letting the kids get an eye-full. For both it was already the most they'd ever seen in real life. Her pert 30c breasts were staring at them, held in place by a silky white bra. If the boys had cared to look at her face they'd have seen a slight grin-their reaction amused her. "Ten minutes and counting," she said casually. She undid the belt to her jeans and pushed them down without ceremony. Stepping out of them they were kicked away into a pile of dirty clothes, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. This did not go unnoticed by the trembling boys, who stood about four feet away. A moment later she was pushing down her panties. Now, finally, Angela was beginning to feel awkward. She'd never put herself on display before, and she'd never imagined she do it for her little brother. But she considered herself a "dirty girl" of sorts, and to her this was just one more thing to add to her list of perversities. Not that the list was very long yet, but she was certainly the boldest of her friends, and had a slight reputation for being... forward, to say the least. Frank was breathing hard. His young cock had never been so hard. This was like a wet dream come true to him, but there she was- naked from the waist down, a patch of neatly trimmed black fuzz between her two long legs. "The bra," Albert trembled. "Al!" Angela mocked. "I'm your sister!" But a second later she'd unhooked the bra and thrown it to the side. Both boys made audible sounds as her breasts-- creamy white, soft, and topped with small pink nipples-were revealed. The awkwardness for Angela had now passed. She felt in control again, the only place she really knew how to be. She felt in control because of the bulges in the boys' pants. She almost felt sorry for them. But at the same time Frank saw something else in her-without her clothes Albert's imposing sister seemed... real! No longer the hot chick with an attitude, no longer the manipulative bitch with a superiority complex, but a vulnerable teenage girl. He was looking at her naked, and she was naked for him. "Seven minutes left," she said nonchalantly, glancing at the clock. Albert took a tentative step forward to get a closer look. Frank followed, circling to her right as Albert went to the left. They were now within arms' reach. "No touching," Angela reminded them, rather politely. She was feeling pretty good-hell, she was enjoying it! A feeling of excitement mixed with humor had settled over her. New things are always so cool! she thought. As Frank circled behind her he rubbed his dick through his pants a couple times rather quickly so he wouldn't be noticed. He was taking in ragged breaths now-this hot and sexy young woman standing before him was almost too much to bare! He leaned over to get a close look at her ass. Angela could feel Frank's breath on her ass. She closed her eyes and let exhaled quietly. He was inspecting her, looking at places she'd rarely shown anyone before, while her own brother stood in front of her and stared at her tits. The humor aspect of the situation began to fade as Angela grew horny. Damn it, she thought to herself, her heart beating rapidly. She could feel herself begin to grow wet between her legs. She let out another low sigh, but kept her eyes closed. Albert's eyes were fixed on his sister's boobs. He was using all his willpower to stop from reaching out and touching them. When he noticed her eyes were closed and Frank had disappeared behind her, he began rubbing his throbbing cock through his jeans. Meanwhile his sister just stood there, unmoving, her arms limp at her side. Al leaned over slowly, ever so slowly, to get a good look at her pussy. Now she could feel her own brother's breath on her glistening vagina. Her body was beginning to tremble. She had known when she began undressing she would be turned on-that's just how she was. It was probably partly why she did it. What she hadn't known then but was beginning to realize now, though, was that this was probably the most arousing moment of her life. And she wanted to press the envelope further. Slowly, she took a wider stance. Frank froze when Angela finally began moving, thinking he was about to reprimanded. But instead to his pleasant surprise, his friend's older sister widened her stance! Now he had an even better view of her pussy and ass. The pink folds between her legs seemed to be glistening somehow, and he noticed Albert on the other side staring at the same thing. They nervously smiled at each other, then went on with their inspection. Angela needed to get off, she knew, but at the same time she wanted this to continue. A chill went up her spine every time one of the boys' breath would reach her wet cunt-she could almost feel her clit quivering in anticipation. Suddenly she made up her mind. Taking a step to the side out between the two boys she said breathlessly, "Okay, okay... my legs are tired." Frank was disappointed for a second but then noticed she hadn't told them to leave. Instead she sat on the edge of her bed and looked at them both. Albert was still rubbing at his pants, but Frank had stopped. She had a serious look on her face. "You guys are paying a lot of attention to my pussy," she said softly. Albert only nodded. He couldn't say anything. Frank managed to choke out what sounded like a "yes". "What about these?" she asked, voice quavering. She cupped her breasts and pushed them together. Albert rubbed himself more furiously. "They're nice," Frank said stupidly. Angela couldn't help but smile. "Thanks," she said genuinely. Looking down at her lap she continued, "But... you like this best?" Her left hand had slid from her breasts down between her legs, which she began spreading. Both boys nodded. "Come closer, get a better look," she invited them. The boys scooted forward on their knees without hesitation. She spread her legs wider, and began rubbing herself slowly with to fingers. Her body trembled at her own touch. A silence followed, the only sounds in the room the breathing of the three-deep, ragged, hurried. The smell of sex was filling the air, a new odor for the two boys and only vaguely familiar to Angela. She realized she'd closed her eyes again so opened them, and could tell the two boys were rubbing themselves just as she was. Only they were clothed, which seemed unfair. I can go a little further, she thought. "Watch this," she whispered, but she didn't have to say anything. The boys were watching in amazement as Angela began sliding her index finger inside herself, while at the same time her back arched in pleasure. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly. "Oh god," Albert whispered. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His dick was beginning to hurt from the chafe rubbing it was receiving. "This is..." Angela said shakily, "how we masturbate... guys do this to us too... mmm... it's where you put your dick when you fuck.... See?" They both nodded but she wasn't watching. Her eyes were closed again as she enjoyed her ministrations. "Frank," she purred softly, not thinking, only speaking. "Yes?" he answered shortly. "Do you want to put your finger inside me?" There was silence. As the realization of what she had said sunk in, it suddenly seemed quite natural. She no longer cared about consequences. She was enjoying herself, and she wanted to cum. She opened her eyes. "Sit here," she instructed. Without a word Frank obeyed, taking a seat next to her. "Give me your hand." He did. She gently guided it between her legs, and placed it on her furry mound. "Rub me," she said. Frank obeyed. He began rubbing her slick cunt, his eyes fixated on what was going on. She hadn't let go of his wrist yet, only she watched as he did. When his hand got pretty far down her crotch, where it was really wet, she stopped him. "Now slide your finger in," she instructed breathlessly. Her eyes were wide in anticipation as she watched his trembling hand make a finger, then slowly disappear inside her. She gasped and looked at her brother who was still kneeling before her, then back over to Frank. "That's it!" she moaned, and let go of his wrist. Frank began sliding his finger in and out of her, relishing the warm slick hole he was penetrating. He looked over at his friend, this girl's sister. Albert had pulled down his pants to his knees and was now stroking his little dick quite openly. Frank didn't care, and apparently neither did Angela, who was breathing hard and occasionally letting out a slight whimper. With his free hand, Frank decided to unzip his pants as well. Angela was lost now in the sensations. She'd never gotten so excited, nor felt so fucking good getting fingered. Even though Frank really had no idea what he was doing, he couldn't do wrong. Her body had already trembled through one slight orgasm, and she could feel her body building to a huge climatic one. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew her brother was watching all this, that he was beating off to it, but she didn't care. And then quite suddenly she was holding Frank's cock in her hand. She had grabbed it instinctively when his zipper came down. The feeling of the boy's young cock in her hand only served to excite her further-she began stroking it expertly. She had given several hand-jobs in her day and knew exactly what to do. She also knew he was going to cum pretty soon... but then again, so was she. Albert suddenly groaned quietly, and Angela felt a warm gooey liquid splash against her left calf. Her own brother had cum on her. Oh well, she thought. And then she heard Albert jump up and run out of the room but again, she didn't care. She was moaning pretty loud now as she neared her climax. "Keep going keep going keep going," she panted to Frank as she ground her hips against his impaling finger. "Oh!" Frank gasped in surprise. Angela felt her hand begin to fill with his warm semen as his first glob finally erupted. That was all she needed to go over the edge. In a low screeching sound she came, her orgasm finally conquering her body as Frank's cum shot upwards landing on the floor. He continued pounding his finger into her, over and over, watching her in awe as she shook and trembled through the orgasm. When it was finally over she had to stop him. He withdrew his finger from her then, and began zipping himself up. He was shaking. Angela didn't smile, nor did she frown, she only watched him clumsily try to get his zipper up. That's when she noticed that Albert had returned. She looked at him. "Why'd you leave?" she asked calmly. He shrugged. Finally Frank had his zipper up and was now standing. He looked down at her sitting on her bed, cum smeared across her leg and hand, her body beaded with sweat. He couldn't help but smile stupidly. "I thought you said no touching," Albert said. Angela couldn't tell if he was trying to make a joke. "Was that worth twenty dollars?" Both the boys bobbed their heads in affirmation. She nodded. "Good," she said in satisfaction. "Now you've seen and come. Now get the hell out of here, and remember our agreement. A moment later the boys were gone. When the door was safely closed Angela flopped back onto her bed and sighed. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" She was smiling as she asked this. -The End- If you enjoyed this story please let me know! 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