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Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2
Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2
An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Tammy
was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They
were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents
were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an
assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed
and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she
in hers, alone.
They
had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the
couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing
her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out
as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the
shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from
screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.
She
flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him,
trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her
legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including
needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work
and it was taking its toll on her.An Open Door.
Three
or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to
bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack.
Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and
get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.
After
toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the
one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in
the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping
out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.
That
night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the
memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his
bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there,
peering in.
Her
breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light
from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by
the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving.
Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was
wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his
position.
Even
though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it,
his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at
his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow
and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply.
But what was that?
Now
it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his
bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something
up next to his pillow; a little towel.
Her
fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked,
and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel
of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum
thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a
girlfriend or even that he liked anyone.
Her
mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself
get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that
thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the
towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it
on her fingers.
She
shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just
like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she
kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at
his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his
lovely flaccid cock.
He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut.
Tammy
stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself,
but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more
vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming
her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for
sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let
alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for
sure.
Her
mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The
consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had
jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing
him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe?
By
the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside
on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like
two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight,
bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet
with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like
before.
Josh
let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her
reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast
she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and
still breathing like he was asleep.
When
her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it
was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch
even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock
calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it
knew she wanted to.
She
pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her
fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but
that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that
whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum.
Tammy
already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; s
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Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2
An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Tammy
was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They
were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents
were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an
assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed
and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she
in hers, alone.
They
had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the
couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing
her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out
as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the
shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from
screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.
She
flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him,
trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her
legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including
needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work
and it was taking its toll on her.An Open Door.
Three
or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to
bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack.
Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and
get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.
After
toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the
one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in
the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping
out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.
That
night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the
memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his
bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there,
peering in.
Her
breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light
from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by
the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving.
Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was
wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his
position.
Even
though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it,
his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at
his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow
and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply.
But what was that?
Now
it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his
bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something
up next to his pillow; a little towel.
Her
fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked,
and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel
of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum
thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a
girlfriend or even that he liked anyone.
Her
mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself
get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that
thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the
towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it
on her fingers.
She
shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just
like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she
kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at
his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his
lovely flaccid cock.
He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut.
Tammy
stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself,
but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more
vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming
her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for
sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let
alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for
sure.
Her
mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The
consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had
jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing
him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe?
By
the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside
on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like
two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight,
bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet
with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like
before.
Josh
let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her
reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast
she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and
still breathing like he was asleep.
When
her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it
was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch
even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock
calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it
knew she wanted to.
She
pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her
fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but
that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that
whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum.
Tammy
already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; s