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Subject: {ASSM} "Living Arrangements" (Mf, teen, mast, reluc or nc?, first, oral)
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"Living Arrangements" (Mf, teen, mast, reluc or nc?, first, oral)
5 March 2004

It was another typical Saturday night at home. After getting up at
4 AM to catch the flight home from another typical week working in
Medford, sitting around in Seattle airport waiting for his delayed
connection, dealing with his overflowing mailbox once he got home,
and attempting to nap long enough to be able to stay conscious
once he awoke, Michael was finally de-stressed enough to be ready
to fly back Sunday night and do it all again.

Living at home had become considerably odder since his dad had
been remarried.  For starters, he saw less of his dad, as his father
and his stepmother worked together and frequently were on trips out
of town over the weekends to trade shows and whatnot. Michael was
familiar with the lifestyle, being a traveling consultant himself,
with the important exception that he travelled alone.

The dating scene had been rather dry for the last year, partly
due to lack of opportunity--he'd been working too much, and partly
due to lack of will, as he simply was concerned more about being
there for his dad and helping his family adjust to the new people
in their lives.

All these thoughts brought his mind to a particular new person in
his life. He remembered the first time he'd seen her, about four
months ago, the first time her and her mom and brothers came up to
meet their future stepfather. She had just turned 15, was about
160 cm tall (5'3"), perhaps 55 kilos (120 lbs. or 8 1/2 stones),
with stunning green eyes and soft, waist-length ash blonde hair.
However, her visual features were not the first thing he noticed
about her. The first thing he noticed had been her airy, musical
voice, still resonating with the sweet innocence of girlhood
charm. Her words, however, betrayed her innocence appearance, as
their first conversation was of a level he had was not accustomed
to having with people older than his own years of 23.

In fact, now that he thought about it, these past three months since
she'd moved in with his family had been downright maddening. She'd
perfected how to entrap him with every word he said, all while
maintaining a deceptively sweet smile and devilishly cute tone of
voice. He couldn't deny, as much as he wanted to, how attracted
he was to this young girl's body, and how much her personality
drove him to desire to completely dominate her. It was the only
way he could think of to get back at her and actually win. With
every other verbal retort, he consistently lost.

"Stop thinking that way," he chided himself. After all, she's just
a 15-year-old girl. It *was* getting to be increasingly aggravating
when he was home having to see her, and the way she'd flaunt her
sexuality in a most infuriating but yet tasteful manner, wearing
skirts just long enough to stay under their parents' radar and
tops that looked demure enough with a jacket over top of them,
but which were too much for poor Michael to handle seeing once
she took her jacket off once their parents had left home.

It did seem as though she was deliberately teasing him at times. In
fact, it had certainly seemed that way the Saturday evening the
weekend before, when she'd put on just a long T-shirt before going
to bed and been sitting idly in the living room with that on. He
had tried to get look to see if she had panties on or not when
she wasn't looking, but she had kept her legs just tantalisingly
close enough that he couldn't quite tell for sure. She did have
a bra on, disappointingly enough, as he would have loved to get a
better look at her small but quite well formed breasts. He actually
wasn't sure if she had a bra on or not, but he couldn't make out
her nipples well enough to tell.

Thinking these thoughts had aroused him slightly, and he was
considering conveniently taking a shower and leaving the water
running so he could get a chance to masturbate in peace. There
was no chance she'd leave him alone if he just went to bed early,
as she had made herself famous for finding ways to be a nuisance
whenever he tried to do so, even if he retired early out of
genuine weariness.

His masturbation fantasies of the past few months had been turning
more and more towards this young, precocious beauty of a girl,
and in the last several weeks had focused on her exclusively. He
mostly imagined how satisfying it would feel to finally nail
her and have complete control and domination of her body, even
if only for a few minutes. He sometimes had imagined as well her
actually wanting to perform oral sex on him, although this seemed
like an extremely remote possibility. Still, the thought of her
young-looking face, her green eyes looking up at him, and her
soft pink lips wrapped around his cock while he used her mouth to
stimulate himself to an orgasm had been the fuel for quite a few
of his masturbation fantasies.

Right now, he wanted more. He decided to waste no time and head
to the bathroom now. "Hey, annoying," she said abruptly as she
ran past him to go up the stairs. Crud. He hadn't even noticed
she'd been behind him. He hoped she hadn't seen the outline of
his semi-erect cock in his jeans, which wasn't being relieved any
by the sight of her rounded teenaged ass running up the stairs,
nor by her smooth, curvy legs, with a fair bit of thigh showing
from a shorter than average black denim skirt, being brazenly
put on display for him. Her long hair looked golden flowing down
her back, and he briefly imagined how good it would feel to dig
his fingers into her hair while he was grabbing onto her head to
force her to accept more of his cock into her mouth. "That little
temptress knows our parents aren't home, and she's deliberately
showing off her legs to me because she knows I can't have them."

"Enough of these thoughts," and he followed her up the stairs to
go into the bathroom. He started the shower, and then realised he
had absent-mindedly left his computer downstairs logged in to his
account. That wouldn't be any good if someone started browsing his
rather large collection of text files. He left the water running
and ran downstairs, still fully clothed, to turn off his computer.

On the way up, he noticed his stepsister's door was cracked open,
but that no lights were on. There was soft music playing, although
it was hard to hear from the hallway because he'd left the bathroom
door open with the water running. He decided to peek in and see
if she were in there, mostly hoping to get a glimpse of her body
before he returned to the bathroom to jerk his frustrations away.

No, it was decidedly dark in her room. She didn't seem to notice him
looking in from the hallway, although she did sound like she was
doing something. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness
and he listened a little more carefully. It did sound like she
was breathing rather heavily.

"Dear God, she can't be masturbating, can she?" Rachel did not
seem like the kind of girl to engage in such activities. She'd
certainly never hinted in her speech or her actions to having much
of a sexuality at all, although she did like to dress in such a
way to reveal she was beautiful. He'd assumed she just did that
for the attention and for the chance to be an aggravating tease
to the cumulative male population. He looked a little longer. He
could make her out on the bed on her back, but he couldn't really
see what she was doing with her hands or legs.

His heart started pounding in his chest and his erection stiffened
to full attention. He became possessed with the idea to go into
her room, quietly enough to not be noticed over the din of running
shower water, and see for him- self what exactly she was doing
herself to be whimpering and shifting about on her bed the way
she was. He carefully tip-toed through the door. With his eyes
now adjusted fully to the darkness, he could see her eyes were
actually tightly shut. There was no chance she'd noticed him at all,
definitely not since if she'd seen him entering her darkened room,
she would have either screamed or physically attacked him by now.

He was suddenly seized with the desire to stare at her, which he
could now see was clearly a young girl lying in her bedroom touching
herself, and masturbate himself while he watched her. What he was
seeing was beyond the faintest possibilities he had ever imagined
for himself with this beautiful girl. He nearly decided to run away
and never look at her again, and then quickly decided he'd hate
himself for the rest of his life if he threw away the opportunity to
watch this, no matter what the consequences would be the next day.

He looked more carefully to see exactly what she was doing. Her
skirt was riding up around her hips, with her thighs spread apart
at about a 75 degree angle to each other, her shoes kicked off
onto the floor, and her feet just covered with white socks. Other
than that, there was nothing other than the darkness to prevent
him from seeing the full length of her legs, from ankle to the
edge of her panties on her inner thighs.

She was touching herself with her right hand through the thin
fabric of her panties. Her hips were rocking a little as her
finger drew circles on herself.  He wished he could see her
breasts and her abdomen better, but his view obscured everything
but a perspective up her rather now-useless skirt and her head,
propped up on a pillow at the head of her bed.

He could no longer bear to simply watch this sight, and his erection
was beginning to become quite uncomfortable, being confined in
his denim jeans. He carefully, quietly unbuttoned them, unzipped
them, and reached down into his boxer shorts to pull out his
now-fully-erect cock. He felt nervous as hell actually pulling
it and exposing it in his younger stepsister's room, but he was
hornier than he was nervous, and he couldn't hold himself back when
he had the spectacle of watching this girl who had been the object
of his fantasies for months engaging in any sort of sexual activity.

He started moving his left hand to the tip of his dick, and stroke
it gently with his fingers while he watched her touch himself. His
fingers felt like fire on himself, much stronger than they normally
felt when he masturbated.  Emboldened by this newfound sensitivity,
he tried even harder to look at what she was doing to herself,
and suddenly became very frustrated by the fact it was both dark
and that he couldn't actually see her vagina, but could instead
just see her touching it through her panties.

He stepped closer to her bed, now standing beside it and getting
a full view over her. He couldn't believe she hadn't noticed
him being in her room yet.  "She must really be seriously doing
whatever she's doing, or else she knows I'm in here and is going
to pull the worst trick on me in my life." Still, the risk was
worth it. He could now see her erect nipples through both her bra
and her blouse, and found it very hard to resist the temptation
to reach over and grasp one of them with his free right hand.

He started furiously stroking his cock with his left hand, growing
more and more annoyed with the spectacle of a girl prudishly
touching herself without even directly removing her panties to touch
her own skin. But, jerking himself off while almost directly over
her did feel much better than anything he'd felt in months, and he
started to content himself by thinking about how he'd let himself
come on either her youthful breasts, or perhaps even surprise her
by spurting on her face, in just a few short minutes.

She shifted uneasily on the bed and let out a brief yet quiet
moan. He could see she was touching herself faster now, but
still hadn't removed a single item of her clothing, not even her
socks. He did notice that she had moved her other hand up to one
of her breasts, and was now gently touching her own nipple. He
had never realised a girl's nipples could be sensitive enough to
actually be stimulated by herself, but he found the sight of her
doing such very arousing.

He felt more and more aggravated and angry at this girl. Why was she
not giving in to him, removing her panties so he could see her bare,
young pussy, or just compromising at removing her blouse--perhaps
not even removing her bra--so he could get a better look at her
breasts, or at least look at her slim waist?

Yes, he was frustrated and he wanted her now. He pulled his jeans
down, ripped his T-shirt off, and stepped back over in front of her
bed. "Now or never," he thought, and climbed up on the bed, in front
of her legs, and got onto his knees. His erect cock was pointing
up from him at about a 30 degree angle, angry, jerking upwards
with his own heart's pulse, veiny, and with its head looking even
angrier and more purple than the rest of his sorely aroused penis.

He looked over her. If he pinned himself between her thighs and
grasped both her wrists, he could probably keep her from rolling
over or scooting away. But then he'd have the problem of removing
her panties. He couldn't think of a good solution other than trying
to ram his cock around them, but didn't think this would work very
well. Besides, he wanted to see her pussy before he fucked it,
and he didn't want anything getting in the way of what his cock
wanted. He could deal with a skirt pushed up uselessly around her
hips, and he could free up his hands once he was overtop of her
to tear off her blouse and unclasp her bra. He became even more
enraged she hadn't taken her panties off herself.

He stopped, just kneeling in front of her, not sure of what to
do next. While he was still stroking his cock idly with his right
hand now, she reached down, eyes still shut, and put both her hands
up her skirt, then pushing down around her hips, and pulling her
panties down over her curvy, soft thighs.

He felt an immediate sense of relief. He wondered if she had seen
him, and his sex-fogged brain started to interpret this as a signal
she now wanted him. She opened her eyes while she shifted on the
bed. She didn't see him right away, but he did hear her moan,
"Oooh, I want you inside me.. yesssss...". He didn't stop to think
that she was simply speaking out what her own personal fantasy was
right then. Instead, unable to resist anymore the most beautiful
girl he had ever encountered with her legs spread, her vagina moist
and willing, and her voice beckoning him to enter her, he crawled
forward on the bed, reached his hands for her breasts, taking ahold
of the fabric of her blouse on each side of where it buttoned,
and positioned his cock just directly above her virgin pussy.

His hands ripped her blouse apart while he pushed his face towards
hers, kissing her deeply with his tongue on the first attempt,
the buttons from the blouse popping off to the left and right and
landing on the floor. To his surprise, she didn't immediately react,
but instead just moaned and seemed to be enjoying it and taking it
in. Emboldened by her receptive response, he tossed her now-shredded
blouse on the floor, reach underneath her back, tried to unclasp
her bra but fumbled useless with the fabric while he pinned his
body overtop of her smaller, narrower, body, and with a final
frustrating yank tore the buckle over her left shoulder off, the
bra flinging towards the wall with a dull ping against the plaster.

At this point, she must have realised that the man overtop of
her was real, not just her overactive imagination stimulating
her body. She wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't tell for
certain who it was, but assumed it must be her older, 23-year-old
stepbrother. It certainly felt like him. He was definitely tall,
but his arms felt hard, long, but narrow, his grip vice-tight on
her wrist but bony, just like Michael's. Part of her wanted to
scream and tell him to get away, while the baser functions of her
body were begging her to take a male into her to perform what they
had been designed from the start to accomplish with her now-fertile
teenaged body.

Her body overtook her mind. She shifted her hips, pushing them
up off the bed towards him. She felt the end of his cock brush
her labia. The feeling of this was electric and drove her wild,
indeed, nearly driving herself to the orgasm she had been labouring
to achieve on her own.

With this incentive, Michael's own instincts took over. He reached
his hands down just below her waist, setting them comfortably on
the soft curve of her hips, dug his fingers into her soft, smooth
skin, and shoved his hips as hard into her as he could. The sudden
feeling of her moist yet strained flesh was absolutely intense
and almost painful, her cunt was so damp yet extremely tight at
the same time. He felt her hymen resist his cock, almost 5 cm
(2") across in diameter, for about a half second before the thin
protective layer was unable to keep out his dick anymore, and
the sensation of being blocked and prevented from access to her
pussy was replaced by the rich sensation of her little maidenhead,
the last refuge of her virginity, tearing around his cockhead and
then the shaft of his cock. The stimulation simply urged him to
push harder. He gripped her hips as tightly as he could, holding
himself into her, feeling himself finally pushed in all the way,
his testicles pressing into the ass he had been admiring merely 15
minutes earlier. He opened his eyes, which had been clamped shut
due to the extremes of the sensations he was having, and looked
down into hers, which she had also just opened, whether from the
initial pleasure or from the pain, she did not know.

She kept looking up at his eyes while she felt herself absolutely
and completely owned and violated, seeing his deep brown eyes
looking back at her.  She realised that despite having know idea
why she was feeling the way she was feeling, and having no idea
why she was desiring something she thought she would have hated,
she wanted his cock to be buried inside her more than anything else
in the world right now. She pushed her hips up at him; the length
of his 18 cm (7") cock actually reached the neck of her womb once
she tried to push her hips as much as she could towards him. This
was all the signal he needed.

He pulled all the way out of her, and then slammed himself back
into her, purely enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching apart
her no-longer-virginal cunt. He pulled out again and repeated
himself. He got into a slightly more comfortable position over
her, so he could thrust his hips in and out of her as fast as he
wanted. She wasted no time in responding to his faster and faster
thrusts, pushing her own hips sometimes up at the exact same time
he was slamming himself into her, unable to control her lust-crazed
body's desire to fuck her own stepbrother.

He felt the semen mixing in his prostate, ready to ejaculate into
this receptive, willing, and young female. He continued his furious
fucking, enjoying the feeling of the stimulation building up to
his own orgasm without relent. Her vagina still felt extremely
tight, while at the same time being so well lubricated there was
no discomfort for him at all. There was just the sensation of a
very healthy, well-toned muscle gripping his cock as tightly as
it knew how for the express purpose of helping him achieve the
strongest orgasm his body possibly could.

He sighed and thought about how good it would feel to finally come
inside Rachel. It would be the finale to what this evening had
been: the teasing, the frustration, the expectation of another
session spent with himself over the din of running water to an
unsatisfiying parody of an orgasm. He smiled at himself thinking
about how truly satisfying the orgasm he was about to have would be.
He then thought that the millions of sperm he was about to leave
at the neck of her womb might even leave her pregnant, and how
her own body was actually trying to squeeze as much semen from his
fucking cock as it possibly could, by the way her hips riding up
and down on the bed combined with the extreme tight- ness of her
violated young cunt gripping his cock so that it had no choice
but to empty the contents of his balls directly inside her.

At this thought he suddenly recoiled. Yes, there would be
consequences in the morning, but this was an even greater
consequence. His body and his testicles tried to override these
thoughts, urging him to keep himself inside her until he splattered
her cervix with his thick, fresh, and rich semen. With every ounce
of willpower he had left remaining, he forced himself to withdraw
himself from her, and then was unable to resist the sight of her
small, strained, and obviously freshly fucked pussy, which so
clearly begged to be rammed into repeatedly. He thrust into her
again. He held himself inside her, feeling his orgasm almost ready
to burst, realising that the stimulation from kneading his hand,
already on her left breast, just a little harder would push him
over the edge, leaving his sperm inside his own stepsister with
no recourse.

He removed his hand from her breast and pulled his cock out of her
warm, inviting, and definitely no longer innocent vagina. Seeing
her lithe, smooth, and warm body beneath him just made him want
to come harder. He still felt the overpowering urge to impregnate
her, but as he felt this, he started to feel another even more
dominating urge overtake his sex-intoxicated mind.

He reached his hand above the bed for the ceiling fan's cord and
yanked on it roughly, turning on her bedroom light. The light was
bright and harsh, but he wanted to see her body--and her face. He
had fantasised for months about what her lips would look like
wrapped around his cock. He realised that he did want to come
deep inside her, but even more than he'd wanted to come in her
virgin-tight pussy, he wanted her to accept his semen in her mouth.

He climbed up over on the bed on his knees, reaching one hand
down to dig his fingers into her soft hair, the other hand
aiming his cock at her soft, pink lips. This was the moment he'd
been waiting for--even more than he'd been wanting to fuck her
little virgin cunt, using the thickness of his cock to rip up her
maidenhead. "Watch your teeth," he grunted to her impersonally,
and then shoved his cock past her lips into her mouth.

He couldn't believe how warm and stimulating her tongue felt,
even more stimulating than the tightness of her vagina had been
just moments earlier. He looked down and saw her emerald eyes
looking up at him with a mixture of desire, question, and trust. He
realised what he was doing to her couldn't be easy and decided to
ease up a bit. "Sorry. I didn't mean to just shove my cock into
the back of your throat like that. Here. I'll let you work on it."
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, blithely assuming she'd want
to actually suck and lick it.

Much to her surprise, she did want to do just that, and propped
herself up on her hands so she could reach at his large cock
better. She licked her lips and slid them over his cock. She felt
his pulse beating through the thickness of the head of his cock,
which was about all she could really get into her mouth without
gagging.  He tried to content himself with the sensations of
her genuinely trying to suck on his glans. This contentment was
short-lived, however, and within 30 seconds he wanted to be in
her more. He grabbed her head by the sides with both of his hands,
just as he'd been fantasising about doing almost nightly for the
past month, and shoved his cock further into her face, feeling
her start to choke as his cockhead hit the back of her throat.

Not caring anymore to be gentle, he kept pushing, hearing her
gagging, but pushing nonetheless. He wanted his cock all the way
in her face. He wanted to come as deeply inside her as he could. He
could feel how close he was to his final act of domination over this
girl, his little stepsister, Rachel. He held himself in her throat
for a few seconds, just enjoying the sensations of this part of her
body involuntarily clasping itself around his dick. Her gagging was
actually adding to the vibrating stimulation his cock was receiving,
and he smiled to himself thinking about how much he was enjoying
the raw pleasure of shoving his cock in the little teen's mouth.

He realised she'd need some air, especially with as long
as he wanted to hold himself in her when he came. He pulled
out. "Breathe." She gasped for air and took a deep breath. He was
about to push his cock into her mouth again when she started to
speak. "Oh... Michael... I want you inside me... please... down
there." He couldn't believe his ears. Could this girl actually
want him inside her, fucking her where no one had ever fucked her
before, even taking the risk of her mercilessly tight, 15-year-old
pussy and her perky, soft breasts stimulating the man above her
to hold himself in her while he ejaculated live sperm directly
against her fertile, virginal womb?

For a split second he was prepared to shove himself into her wet
little pussy once more, but then remembered why he'd withdrawn from
a place so warm and willing. No, he couldn't risk coming inside
her there. He needed to come inside her right now, right where he
was. He grabbed her head again, shoved in, felt his balls tighten
up, and then felt the first jerk of his cock, with his cockhead
by now already reaching her throat, as his genitals prepared their
first ejaculation of semen ready for this receptive young female.

He held himself inside her, feeling his balls resting on her chin,
and then he came. First one spurt, then another, flowed out,
coming forcefully directly into the young girl's throat. She
gagged again, and tried to pull her head back. He was so focused
on the feelings of pleasure coming from his penis by reason of
his animalistic domination, with what few higher brain functions
he had left concentrating on how he had just started coming in a
place no man had ever come before, of her once-innocent mouth and
throat that e'd relaxed his grip on her head, and she managed to
pull her mouth free of his cock.

However, in doing so, an even more forceful ejaculation than the
first that had landed directly in her throat landed squarely on
her tongue. She closed her mouth involuntarily, not ready for the
strength of his squirts of thick, hot semen, thereby receiving a
good splash of come on her cheek instead of taking another shot
in her mouth.

He looked down and saw the spectacle of this beautiful, long-haired
girl taking his come on her face. The sight aroused him even
more. He reached his hand for his cock and began jerking it
furiously, holding the opening on the end of his cock directly
on her cheek, and feeling a strong spurt of semen continue to
flow directly onto her soft, angelic face. He held it there,
just enjoying the look of her looking up at him as she received
her first facial from a horny man.

It took about thirty seconds and she received about two tablespoons
of semen on her face, in addition to the first ejaculation
lodged in her throat, where she could not avoid swallowing it,
and the second which had landed directly on her tongue. He wiped
the semen off her face using his cock, brushing it towards her
lips. "Swallow," he commanded. She did so without hesitation,
despite the rather musky flavour and gooey texture which was new
to her no-longer-virgin tongue and throat.

He then gently held her head towards his chest, pulling her up onto
his knees, now sitting more relaxed on the bed than they had been
before when they were oriented for sex. He realised he did truly
love this girl. He had just been unable to realise how much he
both loved her and wanted her at the same time until now. She had
never realised she wanted him nor loved him, but as she felt the
mild aftertaste of the semen in her mouth she had just swallowed,
she realised she wanted give as much of herself to him as she
could more than anything else in the world.

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