My Sister Made Me Ch. 12

Duncan smiled down at the blonde he'd just been fucking, then over at someone else and nod. The guy smiled and moved to take his place, pulling the gorgeous blonde easily onto his cock and starting to fuck her.

Silently longing to be passed around like a cheap slut, Sam felt her pussy throb in anticipation, and had to fight to keep the door in the same position. Wanting to get another look at Duncan's cock, she looked back over and froze when she saw him looking curiously toward her. Silently, she shut the door, brushing her hair back after yanking her hand out of her pants.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered, turning and quietly padding up the steps.

She nearly screamed when she heard the door that she'd just closed open and darted around the corner, opening the door to the weird room with the chair in it and closing it behind her. The light came on, causing her to groan quietly in protest, but she didn't move from her spot on the chair.

Steps echoed up the stairs, and she heard whoever it was walk past. A minute or so passed, and she heard his heavy footsteps echoing toward her again. Breathing a sigh of relief as she heard them start down the stairs, she froze a second later when they stopped. She heard a muffled chuckle and then heard the footsteps move back up and stand right outside the door.

"Rachel?" he asked. "Becky said you were sick."

She quietly wondered if she should just tell him to go away, but then dismissed the idiotic notion, quietly berating herself for being so stupid.

She heard the sound of wood on wood, and briefly wondered what he was doing, and then squealed in surprise when she saw someone looking in through the hole in the door. Not knowing what to do, she put her hand in front of it.

"You playing hard to get tonight?" the mystery man asked.

She didn't answer, quietly begging him to go away so that she could go home and scream into her pillow.

She heard him stand back up and say, "Alright, if you want to be that way." He stepped close to the door then, as if he were positioning himself, then she felt something push against her palm as it covered the hole.

Surprised and alarmed, she yanked her hand back and saw that it had indeed been Duncan that had come to check on her, judging by the size of the dick that was sliding through the hole.

Stunned by the sheer magnitude of the penis in front of her, she felt her pussy throbbing hard, and her mouth began to salivate.

"Oh... my... God..." she said quietly. She couldn't stop herself then, and reached up, grasping the great shaft with one of her small hands, gripping it tightly and sliding to her knees in front of the door, if only to get a better look.

It was bigger than Keith by almost double, maybe triple, and Pastor Dickhead was no match. Wade, from what she could remember, wasn't quite as big, and neither was Dane, although he was probably the closest, possibly an inch or two shorter and a little less thick.

Whimpering, she stared at it as he chuckled outside the door.

"I was wondering what you were doing in there," he said. "I was beginning to think something was wrong. Does Becky know you're here?" he asked.

She didn't hear him though, transfixed by the organ in her hand. "So... big..." she whispered, her mouth salivating, pussy pulsing with hunger.

Outside, Duncan laughed again. "It's not any bigger than the last time you saw it, he said, "He certainly missed you, though. Would you like to give him a kiss?"

Sam closed her eyes, her girl parts practically vibrating in anticipation. Forcing her eyes back open so that she didn't miss a moment of the glorious masterpiece that was displayed before her, she slid closer, the only thought on her mind being giving it a kiss and taking the head into her mouth.

Moving up, she stared hard at the pulsing organ, wondering who it had been inside that night, and how many other women. She whimpered, thinking about how big his testicles must be to match a cock that size, and how much cum she would likely get from them.

Unable to stand it, she moved forward with her eyes open, pursing her lips and pushing them softly against the gargantuan mushroom head of his cock. Immediately, she knew that there was no going back and pushed her lips all the way around the beast, her tongue sliding along the bottom as her pussy throbbed meaningfully. The tell-tale tang of pussy was clear on the soft skin of the organ, and she groaned in pleasure as she tasted it, knowing it was probably from the gorgeous blonde he'd been fucking. Her arousal swelled, and she sucked hard, determined to get her load. Pulling the head out and running her tongue along the surface, she ran it across the hole and drew a bead of succulent pre-cum from within and let it coat her tongue.

Whimpering as she tasted it, she swayed back, momentarily unable to focus on anything before she slid her lips down the shaft again. His cock was delectable, ridiculously hard and tasted incredible to her. It throbbed with power as blood filled it.

Determined to show it just what a good cocksucker she was, she ran her tongue on the bottom of his shaft a few times and moaned, unable to control her desire. Quickly, she began to slide her head back and forth, sliding as much of him into her mouth as she could, and then pushing it hard against the back of her throat.

Desperation filled her as she fought to get his cock deeper inside, and she was determined not to disappoint him.

"Good lord, you're really good at that," he said, hitting the door with his palm.

Her excitement surged, hearing his praise, and her head swam with happiness and pleasure, causing her to whimper.

"I like this little game you're playing," he said.

Determined not to let him free, she slid her lips down the beautiful giant shaft again, forcing him down and against the back of her throat. Pushing, she suddenly felt the head nudge just past the block in her throat and felt her throat open as the perfectly huge cock slid in. A wave of pleasure flooded her body, and she whimpered as she felt her orgasm building, her mouth and throat absolutely filled with the perfect specimen.

"You're going to make me cum if you keep that up," he said, groaning and sounding close.

"Please, yes! she thought. "Please fill me up with your cum. Please! Please let me swallow your delicious gift. Let me drown in your seed!"

From around his shaft, she heard herself cry out. It was a cry that spoke of her desperate need for it, and she had to take him out for just a second to catch her breath.

"Please," she heard herself beg.

He groaned, hearing her, and she quickly started to slide his cock into her mouth again, moving forward and backward along the great thickness.

"There's going to be a lot. It's been awhile," he stammered, sounding like he was close. Whimpering, and wanting as much as he could give her, she took him deep again for a moment, then back out.

"Here it comes," he grunted. "Fuck, you're so good."

She felt her orgasm swelling then, crying out in pleasure as he banged on the door in defeat, her lips wrapping around the head and finally, the first spray of warm cum filling her mouth as he grunted out, "Oh my God."

She whimpered, hearing his pleasure and praise and swallowed immediately, her mouth latched on and sucking hard as the thick prize slid down her throat. "Mmmhmm," she whimpered, desperately wanting more, not wanting it to stop.

Her orgasm ripped through her, her body starting to tingle all over and her head filling with endorphins. Pleasure boiled up within her, and she whimpered thickly as her body was punished so deliciously. Still, she continued to suck and swallow as he filled her mouth, whimpering in pleasure as her pussy contracted hard in her panties.

Soon though, she felt the last burst of cum hit her tongue, and she briefly thought about savoring it, but couldn't make herself stop, swallowing it down with the rest and moaning in disappointment that it was gone. Sliding back, she felt the cock withdraw from her mouth. She slurped the cum that had somehow slipped out of her mouth back in, using her fingers and licking them clean.

Looking up, she saw that he had opened the door and was looking at her strangely.

"You're not Rachel," he said.

Sam slammed back into reality, realizing what had just happened. She whipped her head upward, looking at him, her hair flying back behind her shoulder.

"Holy shit!," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"No, no, no, she thought. "I didn't just suck off a stranger!" Embarrassment hit her and she covered her face, mumbling several apologies at once and pushing past him.

"Wait, wait!" he said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said. "I... I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't be here. I broke the rules and I shouldn't be here!"

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I promise, I thought you were someone else."

"I know," she said, nodding and starting to cry. "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." She felt all her anger toward Keith coming back, as well as the pain that she thought she'd been over. Tears starting to fall, she hung her head and covered her face in shame. "Goddamn you, Keith. Goddamn you," she said.

"Keith?" Duncan asked. "Are... you okay?"

She nodded, looking up at him. "I'm fine," she said, realizing that he was probably extremely confused. "I'm okay. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just... I'm just fucked up and I keep doing stupid things, because I'm fucking stupid."

He shook his head but didn't look like he knew what to say. But then it seemed to come to him, and he was rightly stunned.

"Holy shit!" He stepped back away from her. "I recognize you!"

Looking up, she felt all the pain and shame of the past months coming back to her. "Please don't tell Kara," she begged, not wanting to lose her only real friend anymore.

She saw movement behind him and then saw Kara look up, but then realized that it was Kelly. She looked at Sam in surprise and said, "Oh! What are you doing here?"

Sam covered her face again, leaning against the wall and weeping, ashamed, embarrassed, and hating herself.