It was late afternoon, just as the sun was setting. I was a few hours' drive from Las Vegas, having spent a weekend letting anyone who wanted to play with my small, hard cock, which was bloody from a huge amount of Viagra.

I pulled into a random exit to pee. My 10 cm penis gets hard when the wind blows, but it gets really hard when I take a little blue pill. Right now I felt like steel—Viagra, and I needed to pee after drinking coffee. So I pulled into the ZZYZX Road exit and stopped in the middle of the exit ramp.

I pulled out my little penis to pee. As I stood there with my hard cock in my hand, I started to pee when a car drove by. I continued peeing and noticed that the car had stopped a few meters in front of me and everyone was now watching me gently wipe pee from my hard cock.

It seems like there's a husband, wife, daughter, and son. I'm almost ready when they park and everyone gets out, watching me struggle to get my still-erect penis back into my jeans. The fact that they're all staring at my crotch turns me on more than it embarrasses me.

I zip up my pants as they approach, wondering what kind of fun I'm about to have on the side of the road. My husband introduces himself as Joe. Then he looks at my car and says we stopped because water is leaking from underneath it.

But then my daughter noticed you were peeing. But my son said you don't pee that much. My wife Melissa suggested we tell you there was a leak. I felt a bit silly and asked where the nearest gas station was so I could get some water and check.

My daughter, who was still staring at my hard penis in my jeans, explained that the nearest garage was about 11 kilometers away, but her house was just down the road and she had a gallon of drinking water with which I could fill my radiator.

The fact that a hot young blonde knew something about cars and simply offered to give me a ride home made me even harder. I was throbbing so hard that a wet patch formed on my jeans.

Jen looked at my hard cock and smiled. She stepped forward and whispered:

Looks like you didn't empty or shake it enough. The tip of your hard cock is making a wet spot on your pants. I asked for water and opened my hood. When I got to my car, all four of them were there, pouring water into it. Little Dave asked if he could ride in my car and show me the way. I looked around and they all nodded in agreement.

As we drove off, Dave told me about his father's tools and how he always helped with the housework. I told him I appreciated that he and his family had stopped. As I said this, I saw him rub his crotch.

I guessed Dave was about 12, but when I asked him, he said he'd be 11 in a few months and his sister had turned 14 that day. He said his parents had her when they were only 13. Then he said that meant Dad had left his sperm in my mom when she was only 12. 

Dave then told me that he'd been able to ejaculate on his own for a week. Dave said our penises were about the same size, but nowhere near as big as his father's when he was hard. Then Dave pulled down his running shorts and said, "Look. If I keep playing with this, it's going to spurt. It's just dripping right now."

He was as bald as could be. His penis was as thin as a small child's, but a good 9.5 cm long. Mine was actually about 2.5 cm longer and definitely thicker, but I said nothing and just stared at him while he stroked himself.

When he asked if I wanted to see him spray me, I almost drove off the road. Dave then said, "I'll show you later, I promise."

For the first time, I wished I hadn't taken Viagra in Vegas. I was so hard, my cock was throbbing and dripping with desire. The ten-minute drive felt like thirty. We drove down a long driveway and to what looked like an old trailer that hadn't been touched in forty years. Dave explained the way, and I drove around the back and saw a huge garage with five doors. I parked, and he took my hand and walked me inside.

From the outside, the house looked like it might collapse at any moment. As we got closer, Dave kept squeezing my hand and running his fingers over my palm. As a result, my cock got rock hard again. We reached the back door, and he was all excited. The door was unlocked, and we went into the kitchen. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was brand new. Stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and even travertine floors. Dave led me through the back of the house, playing tour guide the whole time.

We entered a very large room that could have been the master bedroom, but clearly belonged to Dave. At the far end, past a linen closet and a hallway about four feet long, he pulled me into his bathroom. It was enormous. A separate shower and a whirlpool tub that could have easily fit at least four adults. At the far end of the tub was a wall about three feet high. When we got to the wall, Dave said, "Sorry, I need to pee, my penis is starting to get hard." Dave turned me around so I was facing him and let his shorts fall to the floor.

The bathroom was very cold, but I could feel the warmth of his half-naked body. His penis was semi-erect. Not a hair in sight. His testicles were small, firm, and so smooth, not even the slightest crease. I'd never seen anything like it. But then his penis became so thin and hard, literally like a felt-tip pen or a thick crayon. It was now completely hard and standing straight out.

I'd played with plenty of cocks and pussies in Vegas, but this cock turned me on so much my mouth watered. He pushed his three and a half inches down and started pissing while asking me if I liked his cock. I just nodded. When he was finished, he asked if I wanted to watch him squirt later. I nodded again. When he asked if I needed to pee again, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them to the floor.

Dave reached out, aimed at my penis, and rubbed the tip. I felt the pre-cum ooze out, and he said, "Wow, you drip way more than my dad does when Jen and I hold his penis while he drinks." As I started to pee, he stroked me and ran his fingers through the stream. I came with a few small spurts of pee, and Dave leaned over and licked me dry. I almost came. He slipped out of his shorts and put on an old pair of cotton boxer shorts. They were very clean and white, but thin, almost see-through like a young girl's nightgown.

He turned and walked away. I stopped, tucked my penis into my jeans, and followed him back into the living room. This house was enormous. The living room had a 90-inch TV and plush leather sofas, all arranged in a semicircle. I was impressed. Who was this family? From the outside, you'd have thought the floor was rotten. Dave sat me down on the couch and ran out the front door to get the other three. The family came in one by one.

It was the daughter who told me I needed a radiator hose, but since it was Sunday, we'd have to wait until tomorrow. The father offered me something to drink, and I nodded in agreement. He left and returned a few minutes later in light gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. Both had been ironed, and unlike Dave's boxers, they were tight and looked like they'd been sprayed on. The outline of his penis and testicles was unmistakable. Dave was right, his father's penis was soft and about the same size as mine, hard, but he had tiny testicles. Depending on how low the sweatpants hung on his waist, from my position in front of him, he was either waxed or clean-shaven. All I could think about was how badly I needed to come.

Jen appeared just as her father sat down. She said she'd brought my travel bag and put it in the bathroom in the hallway in case I wanted to shower before bed. Like her brother, she'd changed and was now wearing a tank top and see-through running shorts. The shorts were fitted at the waist but flared out, and the leg opening was almost like a skirt. That's when I realized she might
wore a skirt and not shorts.

Her father turned on the big TV and switched to the second half of the Sunday night football game. Jen looked at the screen, then turned around, straddled her father's right leg, and balanced with her right hand on the armrest and the other on his thigh, pressing against the tip of his penis. Dave asked if he could sit with me. I nodded, and he sat on my lap and wiggled his butt against my still-throbbing penis.

I was about to apologize when he started jumping up and down with excitement from the game. Dave grabbed my right hand and placed it in his lap. His penis was as hard as mine. I glanced over to see if his father and sister were watching us. They were both engrossed in the game. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a movement. Jen had practically wrapped her hand around her father's penis and was rubbing the tip in a circular motion with her thumb.

I didn't want to stare, but his penis was a good 15 centimeters long and maybe a touch thicker than mine. I had to come, and I needed to. I was now paying more attention to Jen than to the game. She looked over at me, staring at my hand on her brother's cock. She grinned and spread her legs a little. It was a skirt; I could see her pussy and a small strand of hair over her clit. When we looked into each other's eyes, she grabbed her father's right hand and guided it to her pussy.

While her father watched the game, he spread her lips with two fingers and rubbed her clitoris with his middle finger. Jen reached down and untied a drawstring, and her skirt fell to the side like a towel. As soon as her skirt fell, Dave stood up, pulled off his shorts, and straddled me, stroking his small penis. Dave asked if I was going to come. When I said I needed to, he suddenly stood up and unbuttoned my pants. I lifted my hips, and he pulled them off. I slid down on the seat, and Dave sat back down. He caressed both of us. His hands were blurry.

I was just about to close my eyes when her mother came in naked and said, "Jenny, you know I don't like it when Daddy's sperm is wasted." She giggled and stood up. She grabbed Daddy's hand and pulled him up. Dave stopped stroking me and got out of the car. He came over with his sister. They both pulled down Daddy's pants and took turns sucking all the precum off his penis.

Mom said, "Kids, we have a guest who needs to be served." They stepped back, whispering to each other, and moved away as Dad sat down. Mom looked at me and smiled as she guided her husband's penis into her dripping cunt. Jen looked at me and asked, "Do you want this?" I whispered, "Yes." She took my hand and laid me down in front of the television.

Both kids helped me undress. All I could think was, "How perverse and erotic." Dad's going to watch me fucking his wife while they watch football. Man, it was great that I came so many times that morning. I wanted it to last that long. Dave came with a pillow for my head and gave it to Jen. As she lifted my head and made me comfortable, I felt the warmth of a tight mouth on my cock.

I looked down and Dave was giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. I turned my head to the left and watched Mom and Dad rubbing against each other while their almost eleven-year-old son sucked me off. Then I felt it, a second pair of lips. They were sucking and licking my stomach, slowly moving closer to my cock. That definitely took my attention away from Mom and Dad. I'd had two people give me a blowjob during a threesome.

But never related, let alone brother and sister. I wanted that to be etched in my memory forever. It was like a choreographed dance, one sucking on one side while the other sucked on the other. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and it was happening to me. They moved up and down together, and when they reached the top, they shared a French kiss. My cock was powerless against their mutual lust. That made it even hotter. I started throbbing, knowing I was going to come.

They both slid down my shaft, then licked their way up my torso and began licking and sucking my neck. First, I felt Jen's lips. My mouth opened of its own accord, and her tongue touched mine. I could taste my precum in her mouth. I devoured the taste as she slowly let Dave inside her. I'd kissed a few men in my life, but usually we sucked a cock or shared a pussy. Never just making out.

This was different; he had this sweet smell. I couldn't get enough. I felt thirteen again. Jen stroked my cock, leaned forward, and whispered, "He's dripping and about to come. I want to watch you suck him." Dave sat with his legs spread, facing Mom and Dad. I turned my head and leaned forward. I was addicted. He fit perfectly in my mouth. I could almost take his balls in with his cock. I could hear their parents moaning as they fucked and watched the scene unfold before them.

I reached down to touch myself, but my hand was swatted away and replaced by Jen's mouth. I thought I was in heaven. Every few seconds, Jen pulled back, repositioned herself, and started again. I assumed our audience had a clear view. I felt Dave start thrusting, which meant he was close to climaxing. Jen put her hands on my hips, and I thought she was about to go down on me.

Before I felt the soft wetness, I felt the heat. As my cock was sucked inside, I knew only one thing that could touch it so intensely all at once. Then I felt her mound press against mine and a deep cry of pleasure. Her hands were on my chest, and the moans grew louder. I tilted my head slightly upward and opened my eyes, only to see brother and sister making out. Dave thrust forward, and I felt the first spurt on my tongue. So sweet and watery. With each thrust, another little gush.

Jen stopped and tapped the head of my penis. Dave stood up, and Jen milked his shaft until she had some semen to lick. She looked down at me and smiled. With authority, she told Dave to help Mom. As Dave walked away, Jen bent down and kissed me again, then leaned close to my ear and said, "Okay, now you can cum inside me." She sat up and thrust into me until her clitoris rubbed against the underside of my shaft. It was the trembling of her thighs against my sides that brought me over the edge.

I grabbed her hips and thrust upwards as hard as I could as my first rope shot into her pussy. I heard three people moan at once: "I'm coming."

Jan trembled for a good minute and then collapsed on top of me. Dave kept licking his mother's pussy and semen. I was extremely exhausted and tired. Then her father spoke up.

Would you like to stay for a few days?

Sandra knelt in front of the teenager, her hands holding his hips and staring passionately at the curve of his penis.

It was her second time with the teenager, an almost identical repeat of four days earlier. She enjoyed watching his penis harden, and her own arousal intensified. She teased herself before opening his pants and taking his penis in her hand. The sight of a hard, throbbing penis pressing against a teenager's pants sent a whirlwind of sensation through her, making her pussy wet and trembling.

Sandra liked teenagers because at that tender age they did everything she wanted. Teenagers were always horny and loved putting their beautiful cocks into anything that turned them on and made them come. They were at the age of discovery, their balls swollen with semen and eager to spray their sweetness everywhere.

Unlike men who thought they knew everything about fucking a woman, a teenager was willing to follow her suggestions and do what she desired most. As long as they could come, they were satisfied. They rubbed their sweet cocks against anything that felt good. When a woman like Sandra touched their penises, they melted. They were like wax in the hands of an erotic woman, a woman who desired the teenager whose member had just discovered the joys of ejaculation, of coming.

She liked teenagers more than men because of their freshness, their quick wit, their willingness to let her do anything she wanted with them. She had always loved teenagers. Her eyes burning, she gazed at this teenager's throbbing penis and ran her tongue over her lips. His penis nestled against her left thigh, throbbing as he looked down at her. Her eyes darkened with anticipation. He was her neighbor. He was the teenager she wanted.

Having been sufficiently aroused, she ran a finger over his penis, her tongue moistening her lips once more. She traced the outline and then began to pull on the zipper.

“Will you do it the same way as last time?” the teenager asked in a shaky voice.

Sandra nodded. "Do you want it like that again?" she asked, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Do you like putting your penis in my mouth?"

The teenager nodded as her hand pulled his penis out of his pants. He shifted his weight, his legs trembling. Now that he was out, he gripped her hips tightly again. His penis was erect, the glans swollen, his urethra already moist and waiting for her mouth. Sandra ran the tip of her tongue over his urethra and then slowly circled his silky glans.

"I bet you've never put it in a girl before, have you?" she asked. Sandra loved to seduce a guy who had never fucked a girl. "I bet you've never fucked a pussy before, have you?"

“No!” said the teenager, his whole body trembling as he looked up at her.

She smiled. She also knew how exciting it was for a boy to hear her, a woman old enough to be his mother, use such words.

"Wouldn't you like that?" she said softly, closing her hot fist around his penis, stroking and touching it. "Wouldn't you like to fuck a woman?"

The teenager answered hoarsely and nodded vigorously.

"You will one day," she whispered, pressing her lips to his penis. 

The teenager couldn't control himself. He pushed his penis between her lips, gurgling with pleasure and feeling the moist heat as he watched her lips tighten around his shaft. Sandra moaned softly as his penis filled her mouth, her eyes burning in his. She dug her fingers into her hips as the tingling sweetness of his immature member parted her wet lips. Ecstasy began to churn between her thighs, her pussy throbbing. What pleasure it would give her to fuck him, to be his first. She knew the teenager would love it. But she didn't have time for that. She wasn't alone in the house and had to give him a quick blowjob.

But the possibility of being seen was also part of her arousal. The thought of being watched with that cock in her mouth sent shivering waves of pleasure through her. Sandra's lips pressed against the fabric of his open fly, his penis now deep in her mouth. She held it there, moving her tongue around its base, her lips pressed against it. She wanted to pull his balls out of his pants, feel them brush against her chin, but there wasn't even time for that now. She wished the teenager would hold his head while she sucked him, but he was still quite shy. If only she had time to let him play with her tits, to rub her hairy pussy, time to caress her tight asshole, to cup his balls and suck on them too.

But she didn't have time. Sandra began sucking the teenager's cock, meowing softly, her lips sliding from base to silky tip, her tongue swirling with wet hunger. She gripped his hips, pulling and thrusting, forcing his cock to fuck her mouth as she sucked furiously. The throbbing hardness between her lips overwhelmed her; her inner thighs were now wet with the juice oozing out. The taste of his penis made her moan ecstatically as she sucked quickly, her hair bouncing and dancing. She continued to watch the teenager's face contorted with passion, seeing his eyes glaze over with pleasure. She rocked her hips gently, squeezing her inner thighs tightly together, creating pressure on her glistening pussy and throbbing clit. She would come when he did, she knew it. Sandra always came when she fucked or sucked a cock. Sometimes she had an orgasm before the teenager came, but mostly she came when the teenager squirted his juice over her tongue and down her throat.

Sandra felt his penis throbbing more and more intensely and sucked on it wildly, anticipating the gush of his thick semen. Her eyes darkened with hunger as her tongue circled his penis with liquid fire, pressing their lips together. His cock seemed to swell, scorching her entwined lips.

She heard him groan and then tasted the first gush of her juices as he came. Moaning with ecstasy, Sandra circled his penis with her tongue and sucked hard. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy exploded, her hairy labia twitching in thumping orgasms. She swallowed with loud pleasure as she sucked him dry, scooping the semen from his balls into her mouth. The thick, slippery sweetness on her tongue was so good it made her dizzy.

She cupped his cock with her wet lips and circled his urethra with her tongue to make sure not another drop came out before she let go. She felt his penis soften in her mouth, and only then did she release it. Even dangling, it was beautiful to her. She kissed his penis and then gently tucked it into his pants. She patted it affectionately and then stood up. She smiled at the teenager and opened the door for him. "Maybe one day we'll have more time," she said, "and maybe you can fuck me if you want." "Oh yes!" he said. Although Sandra didn't know it, she had been seen. They had been watching her from the very beginning, even before she pulled his teenage cock out of his pants and started sucking it. She had witnessed it all the time.

Her daughter Tamara had seen her.

When Tamara saw her mother get up, she fled to her bedroom. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the ceiling. She had come in through the back door as usual and had seen her mother with the teenager. But she hadn't been ashamed: she had been aroused.

Tamara was in her final year of high school. She was a beautiful girl, popular with everyone, and participated in almost every school activity she had time for. Slim and curvy, with perky breasts and a plump bottom, she cheered at school games, prancing around in her short skirt and tight sweater, her slender thighs glistening and giving everyone a glimpse of her tight panties.

"I need to take my books to my room," she said.

Just as Bruno entered the hallway, Tamara came out of the bathroom. She hadn't put on her bathrobe, but had wrapped herself in a large towel. Bruno smiled when he saw his sister, and then looked down at her long, arousing thighs.

“Hello,” said Tamara when she saw him.

“Hello,” she murmured back, slightly blushing.

Tamara walked ahead of him down the hallway, and Bruno's gaze flickered on the back of his sister's thighs. He could see the curves of her bottom and even part of her cleft. He ran his tongue over his lips and felt his penis swell. Every time he looked at his sister, his penis became hard. He loved seeing her in shorts and had been trying to see her naked for some time, but so far he hadn't succeeded.

When Tamara entered her room, she stopped and glanced over her shoulder at her brother, who caught him staring at her half-exposed bottom. Bruno's face turned red.

Tamara laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "Looking is healthy."

I'll never forget seeing Sandra in the lobby on my way to the office. We'd gone to college together and become close friends in our sorority, but we'd lost touch because of the long distance. You have to remember, back then there was no social media or mass communication.

She looked like a more sophisticated version of herself from college. Her slight shyness was still there, her bookworm nature never truly disappears, only now she was professionally dressed—a suit and matching high heels. Inside, she was still the same sweet woman, but her outward appearance had reached a new level of sophistication.

"Hey, do you remember me?"

When she looked in my direction, it took her a few seconds to register my appearance, then a smile spread across her face and she hugged me. She was the same as always, but now her affection was more suited to a business setting.

"My God, I can't believe it's you. It's been so long."

"Yes, I was just on my way to the office when I somehow recognized you."
"By the way, that's a nice outfit. Judging by your nervousness, you're new here."

"Today is my first day at work and I was just about to admire the splendor of this lobby."

"Come on, I'll treat you to coffee. We have so much catching up to do."

We had about 20 minutes for a quick cup of coffee, so we sat down and chatted.
There was so much enthusiasm between us. The chemistry never faded. That's always the case when you're close friends with someone.

Sandra explained that she was returning to work after her divorce. She has extensive experience as a legal assistant and numerous contacts in the city, which is how she got the job at this company.

At the end of our brief conversation, we exchanged phone numbers and arranged to meet for lunch. I gave her tips on how to succeed at the company, some information about the company culture, and who to befriend and who to avoid. We worked in different departments, but I knew everyone.

I accompanied Sandra to her floor and was happy for her. Her enthusiasm was genuine. As we parted that morning, I remember sitting in my office wondering how much she knew about this place. Yes, there's prestige, importance, and the salaries are generous. But she's an attractive woman, exactly the type for prominent men.

In the following weeks, I came to the conclusion that she had no idea what this company was really about. There was a certain naiveté about her when she talked about her job. I asked vague, general questions about certain people, and she answered openly. Nothing indicated that she had any insider knowledge.

The following year, shortly before the major financial crash, our company underwent a series of restructuring measures to cut red tape. Several middle managers were laid off, and Sandra received a nice promotion. She now worked in Mr. Goldman's office and reported directly to him.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been cause for celebration, but the problem was that Goldman's office was anything but normal. I wondered if it was just a coincidence or if she'd been specifically chosen, because after all, she was their type. Smart. Attractive. Hardworking. They have a particular fetish for cultivating women like her.

I've always had a good working relationship with Mr. Goldman, so I went to his office and inquired a few days before Sandra was due to start working there. Men like him are always open. I have to respect that.

“Yes, that’s exactly what we plan to do,” he said.

"Does she know?"

"Not yet. I wanted my secretary to give Sandra a briefing. If she has any further questions, I'll be happy to explain them to her."

"I can talk to Sandra if you want."

"Why?"

"I've known her since college. We're actually good friends, and she's a great person."

He smiled: “Yes, I like that. Talk to her. Tell me how it’s going.”

I smiled back and wondered how I would explain to Sandra that I was part of what happens behind closed doors. Or behind open doors, depending on how you look at it.

The next day we had lunch. A French bistro on the ground floor served gourmet steak with fries, and I asked for a seat by the window. More space for privacy during our personal conversations, which could potentially damage our friendship. 

"What do you know about Mr. Goldman and this office?" I asked.

"Not much, really. He's on a different floor. I've never met him. I've heard he's strict."

"So nobody told you anything?"

"No. I'm supposed to get an introduction next week."

"From the secretary, right?"

"Yes, I have a meeting with the secretary, why?"

“There are many secrets in this institution,” I said. “People work long hours. It’s very stressful. Some men expect perks. These include salary and accommodation. And for women like us, that means we have to suck a cock every now and then.”

She almost spat out her food. I tried to speak quietly, hoping she would do the same. Colleagues were having lunch, and the waitstaff were attending to the guests.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard right. Mr. Goldman expects to receive oral sex."

"From me?"

“Yes, because you’ll be working there. I know that’s hard to hear. The higher you climb the career ladder, the more is expected of you.”

"That is sexual harassment."

"It's a generous paycheck. It's endless letters of recommendation. It's also great orgasms. Do you miss being fucked? Do you want someone to lick your pussy? Something like that can happen. Discreetly. You just have to be open-minded."

"This job was too good to be true."

Sandra rested her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. She wasn't crying, but she was close. The job meant everything to her. It meant career advancement and the chance to start a new life after a messy divorce. It was also a way to support her son, who was still studying at the time.

“I will think about it,” she said.

Her voice was soft and tender, her face still buried in her hands. I rubbed her shoulder and leaned close to her ear. No one else needed to hear this. It was a private conversation between friends about the intricacies of working life.

"Give it a try. I'll join you the first time. If it's not for you, then leave. I'll make sure you get a good letter of recommendation for a job in the city, okay?"

"Thanks."

She seemed devastated, and I was sure she would quit and never come back and never speak to me again.

Instead, the opposite happened. The hardworking girl I knew from college was back, and Sandra would call me in the evenings asking questions about how the system worked. It reminded me so much of our sorority study groups. She was always the smart one. Always destined for greatness. In fact, she'd told me weeks earlier that she'd almost become a lawyer but had given it up to devote herself to her then-husband and start a family.

Her ambition began to awaken. She wanted to know who the powerful people were, what their personalities were like, and whether they were involved in the company secrets. Frankly, most of them were.

And to be honest, I'd long suspected that Sandra hadn't been properly fucked in a long time. Not by her ex-husband, by anyone. She had this stiff side to her. In college, she was more laid-back, and that carried over into her professional life. Some things never change.

Sure, I'd introduced plenty of women to the business world, but that was always just business. This is personal. In college, Sandra was like a sister to me. She was like my younger, nerdy sister. Now I mentioned her when it came to sex.

It was Monday afternoon when it finally happened. Since she was new to this lifestyle, I made sure everything was on Sandra's terms, and she wanted a private affair, which meant she wanted to do it when most people had left.

We went to Mr. Goldman's office when the time was right. The few who were still there probably knew what it was about. There were only two reasons why Mr. Goldman met women alone: blowjobs or sex.

Sandra wasn't as nervous as I'd expected. Instead, she was rather tense, as if this were a job interview. They shook hands and formally introduced themselves. The more they talked, the heavier Sandra's breathing became, her posture upright and her chin held high. If she was going to do that, it was from a position of strength, not weakness.

We knelt while Mr. Goldman stood. The whole thing was planned beforehand; I had spoken with Sandra about what the boss liked and disliked. She was prepared and knew exactly what to expect.

When she opened the boss's trousers, a semi-erect penis slid out, and she looked at me, then examined the penis with wide eyes. It was the first time she had ever done anything like that in the office or in front of another person. I had the impression that it secretly aroused her.

She wanted to come sooner, so she grabbed the shaft and took it in her mouth. At that moment, everything changed. Sandra was no longer the same woman I knew from college, not even the same woman I'd seen in the lobby a few months earlier. She became a new version of Sandra, one ready to embrace her sexuality for pleasure and career advancement.

I leaned closer to her to get a better look at her sucking. She'd been preparing for this, and when Mr. Goldman came, she pressed her lips tightly together and accepted whatever followed. Sandra would never have expected that from me back in college.

When she was finished, she stuck out her tongue and looked Mr. Goldman in the eye. The semen looked so delicious as it dripped from her mouth. It was her first time being a slut. That's how it all started. Watching her transform into an office slut was a delight. Many women are quick to bend over backwards for a promotion or benefits. Even subservience to powerful men acts as an aphrodisiac for them. But what made Sandra so intoxicating was her submissive side. It contrasted sharply with her dull nature. It was fascinating to watch her gradually become bolder. She didn't wear panties under her skirt. She would slip under the desk during office hours to give her boss a blowjob. The climax was working naked during overtime. Those memories will never be forgotten.

My name is Mike Harris and my twin sister is Mary Harris. We're 15 and lead a completely normal, boring life in the suburbs. I usually sneak out and meet up with friends at the lake and get high. Mary and I are very close.

As twins, we have an inexplicable connection. We went to the supermarket, and there was an older man in front of us. We had a little argument (I like Jif, she likes Skippy), and the man turned around and said it would be a shame if you two broke up over peanut butter.

He whispered to me that my girlfriend was very cute and had her get Skippy. After he left, we both laughed uproariously.

Mary is very cute. I often saw her in her underwear, and she often showed me her breasts, and I showed her my penis (and that was when I was 14, not four, which was the first time we did that together). We did that often.

When she first grew pubic hair, she showed it to me, and when her first breasts grew, I watched her go from a workout bra to an A cup and now to a B cup. I showed her how I masturbate (I'm sure she saw, considering how often I did it), and she showed me how she masturbates.

The first time I ejaculated, she looked at me in surprise and then fingered herself in front of my eyes.

One day we were at home when a police car pulled up. "I hope you don't have any weed on you," Mary said.

The police were there because my parents had an accident. Their car had been hit by a semi-trailer truck, and suddenly we were orphans.

We were sent to live with our Uncle Lou, my father's brother. Lou was a pretty slovenly guy. My father was the more successful of the two. He seemed to resent being stuck with us. We didn't want to be there, and one night Mary came into my bedroom. Uncle Lou tried to give her a blowjob. We packed our things and left.

We went back home, and unfortunately one of our neighbors (I'm pretty sure it was that old hag Paulette) called the child welfare services.

We were taken to a foster home outside of Seattle. There were already two boys and two girls there, and Mary and I were seen by them as replacements for them. They were exceptionally cruel, and then one day I heard Mary scream.

The other two boys had torn her clothes off, and if I didn't get there, they would rape her. Because they had dared to hurt Mary, I beat them both with a baseball bat (how else was I supposed to hit her balls?), and then Mary and I disappeared. We hid in various abandoned houses, where we found other runaways. One of them told us Mary could make good money by picking up girls, but that wasn't possible.

To prevent that, I made advances so Mary wouldn't have to do it and we could eat. One of the kids introduced me to a middle-aged man who liked giving blowjobs to teenagers. I got paid for it, and soon I was giving blowjobs to men for money. I didn't like it, but it paid for our roof over our heads and food. Mary argued with me, but we needed the money.

Some of the men wanted anal sex with me, both giving and receiving. It took me a while to get used to being fucked in the ass, and although I didn't provoke Mary, I bled when I took it in my ass, and Mary noticed.

"You get fucked in the ass? And you give guys blowjobs!" she screamed at me. "You know I could make money without having a dick up my ass. You feel like you have to protect me?" 

"I'm sorry, Mary. You're the most important thing to me and I didn't want you to lose your virginity to some shit on the street," I shouted.

“Oh, you idiot,” she said, holding me tight. “I love you, but I don’t want you to have to do that again.” We kissed passionately. “Besides, you’re the only one I’d ever lose my virginity to.” I wasn’t sure if that would happen, but I wouldn’t have minded.

Mary constantly resisted. She could give guys blowjobs, but she wouldn't let them fuck her. I absolutely refused. It would take a pervert to rape her if she were working as a prostitute. As things stood, I was being harassed.

We were hanging out when a guy in a BMW pulled up. He got out and looked at us. "You guys are cute, do you want to earn real money and not the crap you're making on the street?"

His name was Hal and he made porn films. He liked the idea that we were underage. "Hey, have you two ever slept together?"

“She’s my sister and still a virgin,” I exclaimed. Mary’s eyes lit up. Twin boy and girl losing their virginity. (Okay, I’m getting it rammed up my ass, but I’m still a virgin.) “We’ve got it all, twins, boy and girl losing their virginity, each other, it’s awesome. I can live stream this and make a fortune.” I said no, but when he waved $1,000 around, Mary said yes. She smiled at me. I guess I’d be the one taking her virginity. We started filming. She kissed me and we took our clothes off. She even said out loud, “I’m so glad it’s you.” I sucked on her tits, she moaned. She gave me a blowjob, it wasn’t like the ones I’ve had. There was love in it. I licked her pussy, she screamed out loud. As I penetrated her, she screamed: "Fuck me, Mike, please fuck me, oh
“My God, it’s better than I thought.” She didn’t play.

She had a monster orgasm. I made her feel good, which made me feel good.

After a few orgasms, she screamed, "Come inside me, yes, come inside me." I didn't want to get her pregnant, so I let her finish me off with a blowjob. I came in a huge wave in her mouth. Hal told her to turn on her side and show the semen in her mouth, which she did.

We went back to our hotel, and she dropped her clothes and asked me to do it with her again. “Fuck me, Mike, oh, I love this. I love you. You're driving my pussy wild, oh God.” Three orgasms later, I felt uncontrollable as I came inside her. That triggered another orgasm for her. “God, Mike, your cum feels so good inside me, I love you so much.” We made out for a while and then did it again.

Luckily, nothing happened, and Mary started using birth control. We both started working for Hal in porn films. I shot a couple of gay films with two guys, and she eventually shot one with the same guys. She came home after a shoot, and we had sex. She said I was the only one who had ever given her an orgasm. Even though we knew what we were doing was wrong (and illegal in most states), we loved each other. Not brother-sister love, we were in love. I would do anything for her.

We told Hal we wanted to work together regularly. I said I didn't want her with other guys, and she told him she didn't want me with other girls. He called us a few days later. He said he had an idea for a movie we should be in.

We arrived at the set, and there were two beds and a boy and a girl our age.

Hal told us the story, and we all wanted to join in.

As the script said, I came in holding Mary's hand, and the girl and the boy (Jessie and Bobby) came in hand in hand.

"Do you want to play Switchies?" Jessie asked.

“Sure,” Mary and I said. I walked up to Jessie, and she said, “Uh, uh, not me.” Bobby turned me around and kissed me as he led me to the bed on the right. According to the script, Mary sat there in shock as Jessie came around her and kissed her neck. They looked at each other and started kissing. I realized this was their first lesbian scene.

Bobby and I took each other's shirts off. I saw that Mary and Jessie had done the same. They unhooked their bras and knelt down, kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Bobby and I had meanwhile unhooked our jeans and taken them off along with our underwear. We knelt down and kissed (he's a good kisser, unlike some of the guys I know) and rubbed our cocks together while we made out. I glanced at Mary and Jessie, who had taken off their panties and were fingering Mary. Mary moaned. Bobby pushed me down and started giving me a blowjob. Holy shit, I was hard as a rock. Some of these guys didn't know what they were doing, but this guy was great. Cut to Mary

Wow, why haven't I done this before? Fucking girls is just so hot. Shit, she's licking my pussy, and I'm going crazy. "Uhhh." I looked over and Mike had just started giving Bobby a blowjob. He's really hard. I couldn't wait to get between her legs, and I started licking Jessie. Wow, who would have thought I'd love licking pussies so much?

Back to Mike

I started sucking his cock. I noticed Mary had started licking Jessie. I sucked Bobby's cock. It was hard and smooth, and I enjoyed sucking it. When it got really hard, I lubed it up, and he started fucking me. His cock slid inside me. "Oh yeah, fuck me hard, oh yeah, deeper, deeper." I could feel his balls pressing against me. I was fucking loving it. Every thrust made me harder; I thought I was going to burst. After he'd been fucking me for a while, he pulled out and gave his cock a quick rub, and we started going into the 69 position. The girls were doing it too. Bobby grunted, and my mouth filled with really tasty cum. That turned me on, and I shot loads into his mouth. Hal told us not to swallow, but to kiss while the cum dribbled out. He had Mary and Jessie come over, and I shared Bobby's sperm with Mary while he shared mine with Jessie.

"That was great, kids," Hal said. Mary and I chatted. A few days later, we met up with Hal. We wanted to make more films and livestreams for him, but Mary would only work with girls and I would only work with boys, and in both cases, they had to be cute (and in my case, circumcised). So we stayed true to each other, and since Mary had discovered she was into girls and I was into young boys, everyone was happy. We even made an orgy film where we both got fucked by shemales. We were two teenagers who had accidentally stumbled into a shemale orgy. (Okay, that stretched the deal a bit, but Hal shared the riches, since we both got roasted on a spit.)

We were still totally in love. Every time we filmed a movie, we went back and fucked like crazy. The love was so real that we asked Hal for a favor.

I had a birth certificate, a social security card, and a passport bearing the name Mike Harris; my parents were Jennifer and William Harris; Mary's parents were Mary Beck (our mother's maiden name), and her parents were Madison and Todd Beck. They were perfectly legitimate; Hal said we could get through the TSA with them. When we turned 17, he gave us driver's licenses (I guess that means I have to learn how to drive).

As far as our records were concerned, Mary and I weren't related, even though we were born on the same day. So it was easy for us to get married at 18. She reverted to being Mary Harris. We filmed a "wedding movie" in which I got fucked by my two best men (Bobby was one of them, yummy) and Jessie was one of Mary's two bridesmaids.

We left the film industry. Mary got a job as a secretary and I made a lot of money selling cars. She liked girls and I liked boys, so we met swingers who were also bisexual. She only slept with the girls, I only with the boys.

The couples loved us because the women said she could lick pussies better than anyone else, and the guys loved that I was always on the bottom. Occasionally we met up with Bobby and Jessie.

We were in love when I slept with her – it was magical. At 25, I accidentally got Mary pregnant, and despite all the obstacles, we decided to keep the baby.

Imagine our shock when we saw the ultrasound and she gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy.

And they were as healthy as a child can be.

Chapter One

It was a Friday evening in August 1997. Mom and Dad were getting ready for a double date, and my sister Annie was being picked up to spend the weekend with a friend.

I was 12 years old and would soon have the house all to myself! I had been masturbating at least once a day for about two years. And if I skipped a day, I made up for it the next day, and then several more. It started shortly after my parents heard about sex education classes and found them to be very inadequate.

They gave me a book called "It's Perfectly Normal." And that's how my fascination with sex began. The illustrations were hand-drawn to ease the reader into the adult themes, but they were detailed, which I really liked. However, since I never imagined sex would be an option only at my age, I skipped over most of the more complicated stuff and became very, VERY interested in the section on masturbation.

After that, I masturbated whenever I could. And tonight should have been no different, but it was. It was my first extended period alone since we connected to the internet and I started searching for porn. Everyone left around 6 p.m., and I waited about an hour to put my plan into action.

I went into Dad's office, turned on the computer, stripped down to my boxers, and found I was already getting an erection, and connected to the internet. Like I said, this was 1997, and strangely enough, my penis still twitched at the sound of a dial-up modem. I knew I wasn't in much danger of coming too soon because I'd already come that day. Twice...

* * * EARLIER THIS MORNING * * *

I was woken up by the alarm at 6 a.m., rock hard and with my hand already on my penis. I lay there for a few minutes, struggling to stay awake, before getting up and taking a shower. My parents earned good money and constantly threw big parties. As a result, my sister and I each had our own little master suite at opposite ends of the main house. Each had a large walk-in closet, connected to the bathroom with a large bathtub, and a spacious walk-in shower with a built-in bench for two.

I was incredibly lucky to have so much space and knew that between my pleasure and the possibility of someone bursting in, there were two closed doors. I got in the shower, turned the water up nice and hot, and began to caress myself with one hand while massaging my testicles with the other. They had just begun to relax over the summer, which only heightened my interest in exploring my developing body.

I was about 1.57 m tall at the time. My muscles were just beginning to define, and I was about 8 cm flaccid and barely 15 cm erect. The shower was opposite a full-length mirror, which also served as the door to the walk-in closet, and I enjoyed watching the water cascade over my young, naked body.

While I was still caressing myself, I turned to the side, widened my stance, and leaned forward slightly until my face was against the cool tiled wall. I reached behind me, closed my eyes, and moaned as I rubbed my opening. The hot water, penetrating deeper than usual, made me flinch, and I slipped my finger inside for the first time. I hadn't expected it to feel so good, so I doubled the speed of my movements.

I held my finger in place for a few seconds before finally sliding it back and forth, my tight ring still twitching. I pulled it all the way out, and a shiver ran down my spine and through my entire body. I examined my finger to make sure nothing was stuck to it and watched my reflection as I brought it to my lips and licked and sucked on it.

My eyes rolled back the first time I tasted ass. Immediately, I got two fingers, as smooth and thick with saliva as possible, and watched myself slowly slide them into my hairless...
I pushed into the boy's hole. When I reached the end, I slobbered a large blob of spit onto the glans of my penis and continued to pull on my equally hairless penis.

Between my fist, which was flying back and forth on my cock, and my fingers, which were working my young ass, it wouldn't be long before I was ready to cum. I turned the shower head to pulsating and aimed it at the floor, about a meter from one of the corners of the shower.

I pulled my finger out and sucked on it one last time before getting down on all fours. I crawled into the corner of the shower, feeling my arousal increase as the water gently cascaded down my back, getting closer to my bottom with every small step.

As the hot throbbing began to pound against my opening, I knew my orgasm was imminent, and I pushed, ready for it. Still pumping my 12-year-old cock, I knelt with my face sideways on the tiled floor and spread my left buttock with my free hand to give the stream better access to my thirsty hole.