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The Price of Silence, by Rob Morton (m/F, inc)
One
"Damn, that guy can really write," I thought, shutting down the word
processing program I was using to read the latest I'd downloaded from
the Internet. Even though I knew it was just a figment of the author's
imagination, it was very realistic to me, as proved by the throbbing
erection straining against the rough material of my jeans.
As the hot and juicy parts of the continued to roam around in my
head, I was also aware of my hand squeezing the outline of my cock, sending
wave after wave of pleasure through me. At 15, my hormones were already
doing a number on me - and reading a very erotic didn't help matters
much.
Quickly, I stood and undid my pants, shoving my jeans and underwear down
until they pooled at my ankles, freeing my dick, which bobbed under it's
own weight. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the cool air on my hot
flesh, eyeing my stiff member with a purpose.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the shaft of my cock,
sending yet another wave of pleasurable sensations racing through me.
Sighing, I eased back into my chair, my fingers working up and down the
shaft of my cock. The characters of the appeared in my mind's eye,
adding their enticing adventures to the flurry of illicit scenes in my
mind.
I opened my eyes and gazed down at my hand, looking at my cock... a
cock the in gym class razzed me about every chance they got. A
freakishly long shaft jutted up from the ash-blonde nest of pubic hair,
topped by an even more freakishly large cock knob - hence the unkind
nickname of "Horse Dick" bestowed upon me by my less-endowed classmates.
"Fuck 'em," I murmured as the wonderful feelings began to increase. A
dollop of pre-cum glistened in the afternoon sunlight and I used a finger
from my free hand to collect it, the salty nectar into my mouth
noisily.
I was well on my way to a delightful orgasm when I was distracted by a
large splash. Oh, well, I didn't want to come right then anyway, so I got
up and went to my window, which overlooked the backyard and the
above-ground pool. My cock lurched in my hand and a shiver made its way
through me as I took in the sight of my sister, Janet, as she glided
through the blue water... just as naked as the day she was born!
Even though our yard was protected from prying eyes by a large,
twelve-foot fence, I had a ringside seat as swam over to the
inflatable raft and climbed aboard, rivers of water cascading off her naked
body.
I began to jack myself off with a real purpose, my eyes flicking from
Janet's 34-C to the thatch of hair between her legs. Before
this moment, I'd never seen my 18 year-old in anything other than
bra and and I wasn't about to let the moment pass.
Below me, shifted on the raft, her shapely legs parting and
exposing more of her as she toyed with her nipples, pinching and
squeezing them for a few moments before letting her hand trail down to her
stuff.
"Oh, wow," I breathed, watching my sliding her finger into her
gash. "Oh, wow!" My hand was a blur as I jerked off to the unbelievable
scene of my jerking off in the pool, my knees on the verge of
buckling. My nuts began to tighten as that weird feeling began to work its
way through my whole body.
Even in the grip of my fist, my cock began to swell, the head all dark
and purple with pre-cum oozing out. I saw begin to twitch on the
raft, her legs trembling as she got herself off-it was too much for my
overworked mind and body to deal with.
"Oh, shit," I cursed as the first jet of sperm shot from the knob of my
cock, splattering against the curtain. My own knees wobbled and shook as
the second flowed out, and creamy, onto my pumping hand.
"Ooh, yeah, yeah, cumming," I chanted, lost in the throes of my best
orgasm to date. As the last of my bubbled out, I opened my eyes to
see where was-only to find she wasn't in the pool.
Two
I was a bit disappointed-but not ungrateful for the show had
provided me. As I cleaned up my spermy mess, a pang of jealousy shot
through me, thinking about how lucky Brad Davis, Janet's boyfriend, was. I
knew he was fucking her and, for a moment, I found myself wishing it was me
instead of him.
I tossed the wad of tissue into the trash can next to my desk; I was
about to pull my pants up when barged into my room, one towel wrapped
around her body, another fashioned as a turban on her head.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked, her face a
mask of obvious anger.
"Huh?" I replied, my pants only pulled halfway up, semi-erect prick
still dangling - and dripping juice.
"I saw you looking at me, you little pervert," said furiously,
pointing at the window. "I saw what you were doing, too!"
Despite still being exposed, my sister's outburst was enough to jolt me
out of my initial shock. "Yeah? Well, I saw what you were doing, too," I
countered, watching Janet's face go two shades redder.
"I'm gonna tell on you," threatened, waggling a fist in my
direction.
"Really? Is that before or after I tell her you were in the pool
again... only naked this time?"
looked as if she was on the verge of having a stroke.
"Or," I continued, taking advantage of the moment, "Is that before or
after I tell her and Dad about you, Brad and Peggy fucking in their bed the
other day?"
"You wouldn't dare," hissed.
"Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. Just the same, dear sister, it looks
like we have a stand-off here," I said, taking a moment to stuff my cock
back into my pants.
Janet's eyes followed the motion, her eyes going wide for a moment as
she caught a glimpse of my meat before it went into hiding. "Okay, you
win," she finally said. "What's this gonna cost me?"
"What?" I asked, stupefied.
"What's it gonna cost me for you to keep your mouth shut about what went
on in Mom's room?"
"I don't know," I said, finally catching on to what she was saying.
"The price could be a little too high for you."
"Try me," said, somehow managing to keep her rage in check.
Not only was she three years older, but she was bigger and a lot
stronger than she looked. Hell, I might have the advantage now, but I knew
better than to push too far.
"Let's forget it, okay?" I asked. "We both keep our mouths shut and
everything is cool-deal?"
"Oh, no," said, eyeing me warily. "I'd rather pay you off than
have you holding this over my head!"
"A little paranoid, aren't we?" I quipped, watching the beads of water
roll off Janet's shoulders and be collected by the towel.
"What's your price, Darren?" asked, her voice both annoyed and
dangerous.
As I pondered her question, the vision of her lying naked on the raft
and fingering herself popped into my head. I'd heard that everyone had a
price - and I think I just found mine. Now, all I had to do was collect it
without losing any teeth...
"Like I said, the price might be a little steep for you, Sis," I said,
turning to face her.
"Let me be the judge of that. Name it!"
"First, let me ask you a question," I said.
"What?"
"I didn't see what was going on in Mom's room, but did you, ah, did
you..."
"Did I what?"
"Did you suck Peggy's pussy?" I blurted.
"What kind of question is that and why should I answer it?"
"You wanted to know my price, didn't you? Well, answering the question
is part of it-call it a down payment."
I had her - and knew it as she blew out a breath of air. "Yeah, I
did-so what?"
"Oh, nothing," I said, trying to form the image of my muff-diving
in my mind. "I was just curious 'cause there was a lot of noise coming out
of the room that day - and I knew it wasn't Brad."
"How do you know that?" asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Does 'Eat her pussy, Janet' sound familiar? Seems to me he couldn't
have been eating her and talking at the same time."
"Fucking pervert," said, her face turning redder more out of
embarrassment than anything else.
"Whatever," I said, enjoying the moment.
"So let's cut to the chase, Darren-name the price for your silence!"
"Okay, okay. You know, I was thinking..."
Three
"No way! No fucking way!" said, her eyes as wide as dinner
plates.
"Hey, you wanted to know my price," I said, holding up my hands. "I
never said anything about money."
"I'll give you $50," said, her voice trembling a little.
"No deal."
"One hundred dollars," countered. The promise of a C-note sounded
good-but I had a different form of currency in mind.
"You should leave," I said nodding at the door.
"Darren, I'm not going to fuck you to keep you quiet," said.
"That's my price, Jan - take it or leave it." I was doing my best to
maintain my cool on the outside while, on the inside, I was shaking like a
leaf.
"No, uh-uh, not even," said. "I'd rather get in trouble with and Dad."
"Have it your way," I said, turning to my desk and picking up the phone.
"Hold on," said. "Who are you calling?"
"Mom," I answered, slowly punching in our mother's work number. "Might
as well let her know what's been going on while her and Dad are at work." I
held the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing on the other end.
"You didn't call her," said, trying to convince herself that I was
bluffing.
"The phone's ringing," I said. "You wanna hear it?"
"You're bluffing, Darren," said, a wild, desperate look in her
eyes."
"Yeah? Well, you keep right on thinking that," I answered, enjoying the
power I now held over my sister. "Hello? May I speak to Mrs.
Edwards? This is her son, Darren. Okay, thanks."
I hummed to myself as the operator put me on hold. Out of the corner of
my eye, I could see struggling with herself; she didn't know whether
to give in to my demands or kill me right on the spot. Of course, I was
hoping it was the former - punched like a guy!
"Finance, Mrs. Edwards," came my mother's voice.
"Hi, Mom," I said into the mouthpiece, watching the color drain from my
sister's face.
"Hi, baby!" my said, happy to hear my voice. "Is everything
okay?"
"Oh, everything's just peachy," I said, watching turning around in
circles. I tried not to laugh as I spoke to our again. "I just
wanted to call you and tell you something."
"Tell me what, sweetie?"
"It's about Janet," I said, looking directly at my sister. The look of
defeat was written all over her face as she slowly unwrapped her towel,
exposing her lovely body to me.
"What about her? Is she okay?"
"She's fine," I said, meaning it in more ways than one. "It's just that
she did something the other day I thought you'd want to know about."
Janet's eyes widened at my words, letting her towel plop wetly to the
floor. "Darren, don't," she whispered, her voice pleading.
"What did she do?" my asked, a note of worry creeping into her
voice.
"You remember when she was home the other day?" I asked as came
over to me and got onto her knees, pulling my pants and underwear down. I
heard her gasp slightly as she pulled my cock out.
"Yeah? What about it? Darren, what's going on?" I didn't answer my
mother right away, instead, I looked into Janet's periwinkle-blue eyes-then
down at my cock.
"She did the dishes, not me," I lied as Janet's mouth slipped over the
knob of my cock.
"You called me to tell me that?" my asked and I almost groaned in
her ear as on my large knob. "Put on the phone!"
"Here," I said, passing the phone down. "Mom wants to talk to you."
"Hi, Mom," said, her voice wavering a little as her hand pumped my
cock into full erection. "Okay, Mom, I will." handed me back the
phone and returned to, ahem, the task at hand.
"You two behave yourselves, okay?" said.
"Don't worry, - we will. 'Bye!" I let the phone drop to the floor
and concentrated on the delightful feelings was laying on me.
"Lie down on the bed," said, her voice deep and husky.
I did as she instructed, feeling the bed quiver as climbed in next
to me. She knelt with her back to me, giving me an eyeful of her blonde,
furry nest, my cock into her mouth again.
"Oh, shit, yeah, Janet," I whispered, running my hands along her bare
backside. "Damn, that feels so fucking good!"
"Hmmph," came Janet's muffled reply as she struggled to get more of my
cock into her mouth and throat, her tongue and teeth rasping along my long
- but thin member.
I don't know how long I laid there, with my blowing me for all
she was worth, before I decided to get in on the action myself. Using my
hand, I tugged on Janet's hips, trying to position her so that I could get
my mouth on her. It took a couple of seconds, but finally straddled
me, shoving her into my face.
I flicked my tongue into her honey-coated folds, lapping up the droplets
of girl-juice that had formed there; on top of me - and with her mouth full
of cock-Janet moaned in approval as I continued to explore her heated
flesh.
Because of the size and shape of my cock, I didn't get a lot of pussy;
most would freak out once they saw my erection, which pretty much
looked like a long stick with a big ball on top of it. Those who didn't
freak and felt up to the challenge usually never got more than an inch or
two of me inside them before crying out that they couldn't take any more.
So, in most cases, I'd had to settle for either a hand or blow job... but
I got to eat the pussy. That's when those would find out that my
tongue was just as long as my dick. Well, not really, but it was pretty
long.
And I knew how to use it, too, as I demonstrated to my by sliding
a good inch and a half of tongue into her cunt. I could hear moan as
my tongue violated her, the vibrations in her throat sending little chills
through me.
Grabbing Janet's hips, I tongue-fucked the shit out of her, taking a
break every few licks to suck on Janet's clit. Above me, writhed in
pleasure, her hips grinding against my face in an attempt to keep my tongue
in one place long enough for her to get off.
Shit, I wanted her to get off, too, wanted to taste her juices and feel
them flowing over my lips and tongue.. Taking a deep breath, I made my
tongue as stiff as I could and plunged it into my sister's as hard and
as deep as I could.
"Shit!" cursed, sitting up and allowing my cock to fall onto my
stomach with a dull thud. "Shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, damn..." rocked her bottom on my face; it like hell when her started to
clamp down on my tongue - but the hot flow of her juices wiped the pain out
of my mind, just as her screams of pleasure were like music to my ears.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" pleaded, falling off of my face onto her
back. "Stuff me with that motherfucker!"
Without bothering to answer, I clambered between Janet's flailing legs,
grasping my hardness with one hand and guiding the knob to her
opening.
"C'mon, Darren! Fuck me with that monster! Tear me apart with it!"
I took an extra moment to smear some of her juices on the head of my
dick (and to tease her clitty with it) before starting to push myself into
her. Janet's eyes flew open as the thick, bulbous head of my meat spread
her wide.
"Oh, my God! Jesus, Darren! Take it out! It hurts!" screamed,
thrashing under me and trying to escape.
"Oh, no, Janet," I rasped back at her, capturing her legs and holding
them high and wide as I speared her pussy. I watched in fascination at the
knob of my cock disappeared into my sister's snatch, followed by inch after
inch of cock shaft until I felt myself bumping into her cervix.
"OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" cursed, her already spasming
around my invading member, showering my balls with a heavy load of cream.
"He can't help you," I said, withdrawing a little and plunging back into
Janet. I wasn't going to waste time doing it slow, oh, no, I wanted to
give it to really good, good enough to make her forget about Brad or
any other guy. I set a blistering pace inside Janet's overstuffed box as I
pounded my sister, taking great joy in making her scream over and over as
she came again and again.
"Come in me," said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please
come in me!"
Hearing her pleading with me to come was enough to push me over the
edge; I lost my mind as I began to pump my seed into Janet.
"Ughn! Ah, shit..." I groan, feeling my cock heave as more and more
sperm flowed into my sister's cunny, my cock jerking hard with each of jizz.
"Ooh, yeah, fill me up, Darren! Fill my with your spunk!"
Hell, I had filled her to overflowing already, feeling the warm, liquid flowing back out of her and escaping around the thin shaft of my
cock. Shit, even as I pulled out of her, I was still coming, a few stray
jets of stuff plopping onto her heaving stomach.
Four
Drained, I rolled onto my back, feeling like I deposited a year's worth
of into my sister's cooze. We laid there for a couple of minutes,
both of us catching our breath. I was feeling a little guilty. Not
because I had just fucked my sister, but because I sorta blackmailed her
into it. Well, shit, she put the idea in my head in the first place, so I
guess it was both of our faults. But, damn, it was worth it! I turned my
head and found looking at me, her eyes twinkling.
"Consider the price met and paid," I said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Oh, I don't think so," said, rolling on top of me and grabbing my
semi-erect prick.
"Say what?" I gasped as my literally stuffed my cock into her
again, this time made easy by the mess I'd left behind.
"Now I'm gonna have to pay you to keep quiet about this," said,
smiling wickedly. "And, of course, I'll have to keep buying your silence
about the next time, and the time after that."
As used her skills to work us both into a sexual frenzy, I laid
back happily, a true believer that silence is golden.
Finis
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