Who the Hell is Beating Off Bob?

by Beating Off Bob

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter Two

The next night, just like always, they got done with work and gathered around the computer. And, as usual they tittered and moaned.

"Dirk!" yelled Linda. "Don't you want to read with us tonight Dirk?" I had a feeling that Julie had been less than discrete with her two co-workers, concerning our little tryst.

Boy, was I wrong. But then, I wouldn't know that until later.

Anyway, I almost put a wrench in the spokes without even knowing it when I said, "Naw, I don't think so." See, I knew that if I read with them, surrounded by sweet smelling females, I'd get a monster hardon. I always did. I mean if it was a good story, and, for the most part they usually were. Never mind sitting among good-smelling women I liked a lot. I was usually able to arrange the purple-headed dragon so that it wasn't so visible when I stood up after reading but that night I had on jogging pants which wouldn't hide anything. They were the last clean thing I had in the house that day. And I did not want to have the front of my pants poking out in front of Linda and Jill. If Julie saw it ... no big deal. And, if it would have been just Julie and me there, I'd have read a story and then fucked her brains out.

But it wasn't just us two.

"Come on Dirk," whined Linda. "It's more fun when you're sitting here."

Now, if I'd have stopped to think about that, I might have decided that was a decidedly odd thing to say. I mean, in the beginning they didn't want me there at all. Hell, they didn't even want me to know what they were doing!. And now, all of a sudden ... it's more fun if I'm there?

But I didn't think about that. I was busy thinking about how I was going to get out of embarrassing myself. I couldn't say I found his stories boring. They knew better than that. And I could probably find something wrong with any of the stories ... if you tried hard enough, you could usually do that.

Then Julie torpedoed me. "Yeah, come on Dirk. I think you'll like this one."

Now what? If she liked it she might want to ... think about it ... later ... with me ... if you get my drift. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn't be so noticeable. Then maybe they'd all get up when we were finished and I could sit there until they were out of sight.

Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called "Peeking At Sister's Tattoo" and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old-timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was different than his other stories. It was told different in a jerky kind of style.

But it was hot. I mean if you were a dirty, nasty, perverted sister-lover kind of guy, it would have you digging through the clothes hamper, sniffing your sister's panties right now!

Now I'm not a dirty, nasty, perverted sister-lover kind of guy. I have a sister, and she's nice and I love her and everything, but I just can't get comfortable with a picture of her and me making the two-backed beast in my mind. In fact, I can't even imagine that picture in my mind.

I heard a gasp from Linda, beside me, and I glanced at her. Now if she was my sister, I might be be a dirty, nasty, sister-lover kind of guy.

The story got to a place where the kid was sperming his sister's friend, and then went after his sister too, and Linda's hand went between her legs. She was wearing jeans and I felt sorry for her. Jeans are so stiff. You can't feel much through them. I looked over at Julie and her mouth was hanging open. She was breathing fast too.

Then I glanced at Jill. I expected her to look horrified. I mean she's barely out of high school and all this just had to be new and perverted to her. She was leaning forward, that intense look on her face. Then in a low and sultry voice she said very very softly ... "Oh fuck!". She suddenly looked right at me and her mouth went into an "O" and she blushed.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said. Then she jumped up and ran towards the one reserved for the ladies.

Linda jumped up and hissed, "Me too," and took off after Jill.

That left Julie and me there. Julie turned to me and said, "You don't suppose we'd have time to ..." She had this hopeful look in her eye.

"Julie!" I said, shocked. I mean she was the one who said things had to be cool at work, right?

Then she blushed. "Yeah, I know. But it sure would be nice right now." She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Maybe I'd better go make sure the girls are okay," and she got up and went to the bathroom too.

I looked back at the story. The little bastard had fucked the third girl too! And she suddenly wanted to be knocked up by him, just like all the others. What a crock! I went to the bottom of the story, where there's a place you can write to the author. I didn't want to use my work email address, but I had one at Hotmail so I could use it when doing business with on-line companies, so I put that one in the "from" spot.

Then I let the bastard have it. I told him that I might have bought off on one girl getting nailed, but that there was no way the others would do it too, especially his sister. I told him that he needed to get real, and besides, after seeing the tattoo through the peephole, that's the last time it was even mentioned in the story, even though the name of the story was about the tattoo. Then I sent it to him. Imagine, thinking this crap was sexy and foisting it on the public.

Feeling good I looked around. It was kind of boring without all the girls being there. Just for shits and giggles, I sifted through his stories and picked one called "Love On The Range". It was about a cowboy and I liked cowboys and western stuff. It started out pretty good and after maybe ten minutes I hoped the girls were having fun, because I was having fun. I'd substituted Julie for the mother in the story, and Linda for the blond girl. I figured Jill would take on the persona of the one who got snake bit. I didn't know any girls as young as the one who "caught" him in the pond, but his description of her was good enough I could see her in my mind. I couldn't make it all the way through the story before I had to go visit the little boy's room. Man, for a guy I hated so much, he did have a way with words.

On my next day off I sat around the house again in my boxers, hoping that Julie would show up. I had been reading a lot of B.O.B.'s stories and even though I tried not to like them, I was pretty horny for some reason. Just thinking about sex, probably.

So, when the doorbell rang I was up and had the door open wide before I realized it wasn't Julie.

It was Linda.

And she was looking fine! She'd done something to her hair and she had on different makeup or something. She was wearing a tube top, that clung to her medium-sized breasts like it was hanging on for dear life. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Short shorts completed her ensemble, not counting the sandals and sunglasses she had on.

She lowered the sunglasses, peering over them at my semi nakedness. My boxers had little hearts on them. I got them from a previous girlfriend for Valentines day and had thought that Julie would get a kick out of them. I felt my face get about the color of the hearts.

"My, my, my" she said, smiling. "Aren't we decked out for the opera."

"Um ... sorry" I mumbled. "I thought you were somebody else."

"Oh really?" she said, looking like she knew some secret. "And who would that be?"

"Uh ... nobody. Never mind," I said brilliantly. "What's up?" I added lamely. "Come in. I'll just go put something on."

"Oh, that's okay" she said. "I won't be staying long. I just need your opinion about something." She walked past me. Man! She smelled good!

She walked into the living room like she'd been there before, which she hadn't, and pointed to the couch. "You sit there," she said.

I sat down, puzzled as to why she'd care where or even if I sat. "What's up?" I asked again.

She fiddled with her purse, standing in front of me. "You remember that story we read the other day? The one about the kid whose sister got a tattoo and he peeked at her?"

"Yeah," I said. "It was pretty stupid. I even wrote our friend Bob a note about it."

"You're kidding!" she squealed. "What did he say?"

"Say?" I asked.

"Yeah, when he wrote back. What did he say?" She sounded quite confident that he'd answered my email.

"Um ... I don't know. I haven't checked my email," I said. It was true. I didn't know anybody outside of work, and sent few emails. I received even fewer.

Linda looked around "Where's your computer?"

"In the bedroom," I said.

"Where's that?" she asked. "Lets go see what he said."

I was trying to remember what condition my bedroom was in. "Linda, he probably deleted my email right away. I told him the story was no good. He wouldn't answer something like that."

Linda turned around and folded her arms under her breasts. My goodness but they were tasty looking things. She had a look on her face that suggested she was not overly pleased with me.

"Dirk, Bob answers all his email if people leave a valid email address. He even wrote to me one time."

"Why?" I asked.

"I wrote and told him I liked one of his stories and he wrote back and thanked me for reading it." She had a smug look on her face.

"That's not answering an email. That's acknowledging that you sent one." I was a little upset that I was having to defend myself here.

"Well, I liked it and I bet you dinner that he answered yours too. Are you chicken to look?"

So I trudged back to the bedroom, which, thankfully wasn't in terrible shape. The computer was on and the internet was always on. Linda sat down like she owned the place and said, "What email service?" I told her and she accessed Hotmail's server. "What user name?"

"Here, let me do that" I growled. I tried to put in my user name, which is IronMan and some numbers, and then the password really fast, so she wouldn't be able to see it, but she was better than I was fast.

"Iron Man? How cute," she giggled. I had been typing sort of over her shoulder on one side and she turned to look at my boxers, just as blatantly as you can imagine. "Doesn't look much like iron to me." She laughed out loud and then giggled some more.

By then I was in and, sure enough, there was a message from Beating Off Bob. I cringed as she pulled it up. My message to him was there and his answer was above it.

It was embarrassing.

First he thanked me for my comment. Then he reminded me that he was writing fantasies, where all boys could shoot three times in a row and spurt streams of semen every time, because it would be fun to be able to actually do that, even though none of us can. Well, not at my age anyway. Then he told me to re-read the story because I was wrong when I said he never mentioned the tattoo in the story after the part where the kid peeked.

I already knew I'd screwed up there, because I'd read the story again the next day and saw where the kid sees that his sister's tattoo is of a dragon.

Then he thanked me for reading and suggested that I relax a little and save being worried about stuff for real situations.

Linda turned around and looked at me. She wasn't looking at my shorts this time. "That's the story I asked you about," she said.

"Yeah. I told you that. So?" I responded.

"You thought it was trash?!" she asked, her voice rising.

"Well, you know ... I mean all I did was point out some inconsistencies ... um ... I just said it wasn't very believable."

"I read what you said Dirk." she said heatedly. "And I liked that story. I liked it a lot!" she said. She was getting louder and louder. "In fact, Dirk, that's why I came over here today." She looked like women do when they've proved their point, but you don't quite understand how they proved their point, or even that they proved their point.

I know you've seen that look. They all know how to do it.

Anyway, she was getting upset, and I didn't want her upset. "Look, Linda, it's no big deal. I just thought about my sister, and I couldn't fit her into that fantasy, so I thought it was stupid."

She looked at me and stood up. "I thought we explained that to you Dirk. You aren't supposed to think about your real sister. You're supposed to think about your pretend sister."

"I don't have a pretend sister." I said.

"What about me?" she said. "I'm about the right age to be your sister. Is it completely impossible for you to think of me as your pretend sister?"

Okay, guys, now I know you're all with me and recognize this as one of those trick questions. No matter how you answer it, you can be wrong ... big time. Then I thought back to what had happened with Julie.

My brilliant mind came up with: "Oky ... yeah ... you're right. If I had a pretend sister, I'd wish she was just like you."

I know all you girls out there are laughing your asses off. But it was the best I could do in a crunch, okay?

The amazing thing, now that I reflect back on it, is that it was enough for Linda. It settled her down.

"And If I was your pretend sister, you'd give me advice wouldn't you?" She asked that in a more normal voice.

"Sure," I said. It just popped out before I could stop it.

I just hate it when I open my mouth around a woman.

"Good," she said, beaming. "'Cause that's why I came over today. I need your advice."

Oh shit. "Um ... what about?" I opened Pandora's box, just like that.

"Well," she said "When I read that story I thought about getting a tattoo. And I thought maybe you'd give me some advice on what kind to get ... and where to put it."

"Gee, Linda," I said, putting some sorrow in my voice. "I'm not sure I know very much about tattoos. I mean I don't even know what kind they have."

"That's okay" she said. "When I went to the tattoo place they have the temporary kind? You know that you can put on with water and they stay until you wash them off? Anyway, I got some of them, so we could ... experiment."

She dug into here purse and pulled out an envelope. She dumped it on my computer desk. There were four or five little pictures, about an inch or two across.

One was a dragon.

"Wow," I said, impressed. "That's just like the one in the story."

She smiled. "Yes, that's why I got that one. So ... where do you think that one should go? I mean if I get that one."

She stood back, like that would mean I could make a decision. In the story the tattoo went right inside the border of the girl's pubic hair. I could see that in my mind, but not on Linda. I'd have to look at her ... pussy ... to visualize that, and I didn't think she'd appreciate that one bit.

I realized my eyes were firmly fixed on where I wasn't supposed to look and tore them away, lifting them up. Her eyes nailed me right then and there. She knew exactly where I had been looking.

"Do you think it would look good ... down there?" Her voice was husky. "Like in the story?"

"Um ... I don't know. Maybe," I said, swallowing.

"We can put it on," she said, picking it up from the desk top. "Just to see what you think."

I already knew what I'd think if she put it on where the girl in the story put it.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, I figured out why she was there. It was just like Julie, who had come over to live out one of Bob's fantasies with me. She wanted to play some kind of ... game. The funny thing was, all I could think about was how she never ... ever ... talked about the guy who had gotten her pregnant. There could only be two reasons. Either he had abandoned them, or she had run from him. In either case, a woman in that situation has trouble trusting men, so what she was doing with me was pretty extraordinary. She obviously trusted me.

I looked at Linda again. She was medium height, with dark blond hair. She had a nice smile, though she rarely used it. I'd seen her little girl a couple of times and she was a doll, cute as could be. Once or twice I'd thought about Linda, staying alone, never talking about the guy who fathered her child, and about how sad it was that some guy wasn't graced with her presence in his life. She was a nice woman, who had a lot to offer a guy. I needed to be nice to her.

I had been thinking instead of talking, something I should practice more often, but she was biting her lower lip, waiting for some response from me.

"Shouldn't we put all of them on?" I asked. "I mean, to get the best idea of which one would be best?"

She looked at me and, somehow, I could tell that the game had really started. She had this different look in her eyes, part hope, part lust, part, "I knew I could get him if I tried". There was promise in that look. It promised that, if I did things right I'd have a very good time. And it promised that if I did things wrong, it could get ugly.

"Well, I suppose we could do that," she said, as if she'd just this second thought of it. "And ... you'd help me with that?"

"Ummm yes," I answered. "I mean a brother should always help his sister, right? So who is this tattoo going to be for? I mean is it to make a statement to the public? Cause if it is it needs to be visible to the public."

She put her hands behind her, like a little girl who has been caught doing something wrong and hopes she can look thin and harmless enough to avoid punishment. "No," she said softly. "That's not what I was thinking."

"Well, then, is it for some cause? Or maybe to make a point? You know, the principle of the thing? It would need to be someplace where you could show it easily, but not where it would show all the time."

Again she shook her head. "No, I was thinking of doing it for my boyfriend."

"Ahhhh" I said sagely, as if I had just that second thought of that possibility. "So it could be ... well hidden. Where only he would ever see it."

Now she nodded. "Uh huh," she said. It was so totally unlike her to say that that it just sounded ... hot somehow. I didn't have to look at my shorts. I knew they were tented out.

"Well then" I said, playing my part and making sure of something. "Maybe you should have your boyfriend help you decide which one and where to put it."

She frowned beautifully. She had to have practiced that frown in the mirror for hours. The only things that moved on her face were the ends of her eyebrows and the very corners of her lips. It was more of a hint of a frown than a frown, but it was devastatingly effective.

"Well ... actually ... I don't have a boyfriend yet. But I hope I will some day."

"Um ... I see. No boy friend. I can't believe it, but I understand." It never hurt to throw in the odd well placed compliment when role playing like this.

Except it didn't really feel like role playing. She really was sort of like a sister to me. I mean she didn't have a man in her life, and she had to be struggling to raise her daughter alone and all, and my heart went out to her just like it would go out to my real sister if she were in that situation. And I really meant that compliment, because she was a babe and I couldn't believe she wasn't surrounded by men all the time. I thought about how I might just get lucky here, and I actually felt ... lucky because of that.

"Well, I haven't found one yet I like enough to call him my boyfriend," she said. "I'm kind of ... picky." She knew how to throw out a random compliment too.

I decided to ratchet it up a notch. "So, this tattoo needs to be someplace where, when you find a boyfriend and he boyfriend sees it, he knows he's the only guy who will get to see it."

"Uh huh." She hit me hard again.

"Well, okay," I said. "Um, I don't mind and all ... helping you I mean. But it probably wouldn't be right for me to see where this tattoo is going to go. I mean I'm not your boyfriend."

She smiled. "Yes, but you're my brother ... we're family ... so it's okay. Besides, won't the tattoo artist see it too?"

Now I tried to look studious and uninterested. Never mind I was standing there in my heart-covered boxers, with a full monte boner poking the front out seven inches.

"Yeah, I guess that's true," I said, like we had just concluded a dry business deal. "So it's going to have to go in the bikini area. I mean that's the only place nobody will see but him. And me. And the tattoo artist."

"Gee, I guess you're right. Kind of like the girl in that story we read, right?"

She had decided to change her personality to that of Marilyn Monroe acting stupid, but she was so cute at it that I was having a good time. And, it gave me an opening to be the bad big brother who seduces his poor trusting little sister.

"Well, I'll go get some water," I said helpfully. "For the tattoo. And you can take all your clothes off."

"Golly!" she said breathily. "all of them? You mean I have to be naked?"

"Well sure" I said comfortingly. "I mean we have to find places to put six tattoos, and with your clothes getting in the way and all, that would be really hard. Besides, don't we need to see what you'll look like to your boyfriend? Won't he see you naked?"

"Golly!" she sighed again. "I guess so. Okay!" she said brightly. Before I could even move her tube top was down around her waist, like a thick belt. "Oops! she dimpled at me. "I pushed it the wrong way."

Who was seducing who around here?

I just stood there, leaking into my shorts. Her breasts were what I'd call spectacular. I mean they weren't huge, or anything like that, but they were Playboy Bunny boobs. Full, firm, not a hint of sag, perfectly round areolas, and button nipples that were the creamy color of the chocolate milk they looked like they might be capable of squirting.

She smiled sweetly. "The water?" she prompted.

I stumbled to the kitchen and got a cereal bowl and put water in it. I grabbed the scissors from the drawer and hurried back to my bedroom, where a naked woman was waiting for me.

She was waiting, and she was naked, but she had both hands covering her pubis.

"I'm a little shy," she said, not sounding shy in the slightest. "I thought about that story, and how she had to shave a spot for the tattoo, and I thought that would look ... funny. So I kind of thought that maybe if there wasn't any hair at all, it wouldn't look so funny. But I don't know. I thought my big brother would give me an honest opinion."

I leaked a lot in my shorts then. In all my years I've never seen a real live actually shaved pussy. The idea gripped me ... like a giant hand around my balls. Oh, it was gripping me gently ... but only for now.

"Uh..." I had to clear my throat. "Gee, I don't know sis. Let's ... um ... have a gander."

Her hands came away and my knees got all rubbery. I noticed for the first time she was thin, in excellent shape. She hadn't thickened in the thighs, like a lot of women my age, and there was still a triangular shaped hollow at the top of her thighs, and one point of that triangle was made by where her thighs did touch.

That hollow space was full of pussy lips. Well, not full exactly, but they were hanging down probably an entire inch from where they were attached. And I could tell just from looking that if I pinched them and pulled, they'd end up two inches long. I mean you could wrap up the knob of your dick in them like it was a birthday present or something.

At that point I was so glad my long lost sister had found me.

"Uh, why don't you sit down ... over there." I pointed at my bed. It was fate or something that I had just put new sheets on it, and that it was actually made up for once.

She sat on the bed, with her ass right on the edge of the bed and leaned back, supporting her upper body with her arms. That thrust her breasts out at me. Then, like Mata Hari moving in for the kill, she let her knees drift slowly apart ... wider ... wider ... wider, until there was room for me to get between them.

"You can kneel there." She pointed to the floor between those lily white spread thighs. Those long loose pussy lips were stuck together.

I knelt, still holding the bowl of water and the scissors.

She held out the dragon tattoo and I trimmed around it so that it would be easier to handle. "Lets try this one first," she said. "I read the back. It says you can ... lick ... the area you want to put it on, and then you press it to where you licked, and you have to leave it there for sixty seconds."

Somehow the bad big brother's plan to seduce his innocent little sister had been found wanting, and little sister's plan to seduce her innocent older brother had been substituted.

I looked at the bowl of water and set it carefully down on the floor. I pushed it away from me. "I always follow instructions." I said. I looked at where I was going to lick.

"Here?" I touched her skin with the tip of my index finger, well above where there used to be hair.

She shook her head.

I dragged the tip of my finger an inch closer to those fabulous floppy pussy lips and looked up at her face, framed by those glorious breasts.

Another head shake.

I slid my finger tip to within an inch of her pussy lips and she sucked in air.

"There!" I said.

She was biting her lower lip, and gave me a head nod.

"Okay, then" I said, like I was about to sharpen a pencil or something. "Here we go." I leaned in and stuck my tongue out as far as I could, and made it as hard as I could, and I licked the tiniest possible area, an inch from her pussy lips. I ran my tongue tip in circles while she squirmed. Then I pulled back and slapped the small piece of paper on that area and held it there. I looked up and her eyes were smoky.

"We'll just have to wait sixty seconds," I said, matter of factly. I started humming the Jeopardy tune, like they do when they're waiting for an answer.

"I'm worried you didn't get it wet enough" said Linda in a voice I did not recognize.

"Well, we could try again" I said amiably. "On the other side maybe? Put your finger right there." She brought a hand up and I put one of her fingers on the dragon tattoo that still had 30 seconds to go.

I got up and went to the computer, where the remaining tattoos were lying. I was on my way back when she said, "Dirk, it doesn't seem fair that I have to be naked, but you get to wear those ridiculous shorts."

I had been hoping she'd say that, but I resisted. "Well golly sis, it's just that there are some things you might not be old enough to see. I wouldn't want to shock you or anything."

"Dirk, we're just family here," she said and she sounded like Linda again. "How could you possibly shock me?

I bent over and shucked my shorts. My seven inch boner sprang out and pointed at her like a bloodhound on the trail.

"Oh my!" she said. And this time she really sounded like Linda. "Maybe you can shock me."

I got to my knees and held out the remaining tattoos. She picked a butterfly and handed it to me. Then she put her hand back behind her and waited for me to lick that area wet. I decided to pull the first one off before I went further. It had transferred beautifully, and she now had a tiny fire breathing dragon about an inch from her pussy. I wanted to lick that pussy so bad I was panting, but the dragon looked good, and I knew if I started making her pussy sloppy it would disappear, so I got back up and left her with a question in her eyes. I got a mirror off the hallway wall and brought it back. I positioned it for her and she stared at her new artwork.

"That, little sister, looks hot!" I said.

"Wow! she said in a little voice. "It really does, doesn't it?"

I put the mirror on the bed beside her and got down between her spread thighs. The time for playing was over. I put the butterfly on the mirror, spread those wonderful pussy lips with my thumbs and stuck my tongue in her pussy.

She gave me a nice sound as I licked upward and ran my tongue over her clitty mound. It was almost smooth there, and I wasn't sure I'd found it until she gave a sigh when my tongue pressed there and flicked over that area several times. I sucked in those floppy outer lips, which had thickened considerably. It was really amazing. You could get them clear inside your mouth and bite on them. It was almost like having a woman's tongue in your mouth. They were that large. But she didn't seem to get all that big a thrill out of having them pulled on, so I went back to licking up inside her and rubbing her clitty with my upper lip.

"Ohhh Dirk, I knew you'd be good at this," she moaned. She was moving her hips around a little, and her pussy was getting nice and wet. I pulled back enough to make sure our little dragon friend was still there. He was. I licked over to the other side of her mons and got it all wet and then leaned back again.

I reached for the butterfly and her eyes got wide. I honestly think she thought once I got started I wouldn't be able to stop, and that I'd act like most guys, getting myself off and if she got some, well, okay, but it wasn't a priority.

I pressed the butterfly to that area and looked at her breasts. "You know, you might want to put one on your breast somewhere."

She nodded quickly and I leaned forward to suck those beautiful chocolaty nipples. I had to suck them for at least sixty seconds. I mean, what else was I going to do while the second tattoo transferred?

When some time had passed, I reluctantly gave her back her boobs and pulled the paper off her mons. The butterfly was nice, but I wasn't much interested in it for now. I jacked my cock a couple of times, getting it ready for the main event.

Linda suddenly said, "Wait!"

I groaned, and figured it was condom time.

"I also wondered what it might look like if my boyfriend had a tattoo." she said.

Now that wasn't something I had anticipated. She pushed me back and stood up. Then she put me on the bed and picked up a tattoo off the mirror. She didn't even look to see which one she'd gotten.

"I have to get the area where I want it all wet," she said.

Then she leaned over and swallowed my cock.

Man, oh man. She sucked better than an Oreck eight pound vacuum. I have never had a blow job from a woman who had that kind of sucking power. I can't even describe it, except to say that I couldn't breathe because she was pulling on my cock so hard with her mouth that my diaphragm wouldn't move. I think I said "Gaack" or something like that, to let her know that it was very close to the end.

She suddenly stopped sucking and lovingly let my cock slip out of her mouth. She examined it critically and said "I'm not sure it's wet enough." Then she put her hand between her legs and came back with a shiny wet finger. "Oooo, there's lots of wet down there."

Well, you know the rest. She got up over me and used the index finger and thumb of each hand to spread those lips apart, and then she settled down on me to get my dick good and wet.

And she did too.

Five minutes later I was sure she was a secret agent or something, and that she took the job at the hospital as a cover, because this woman had no business being without a man. She fucked like she sucked, with vigor, expertise and enthusiasm. She ripped through two orgasms and convinced me beyond any doubt that it was me who gave them to her, even though all I was doing was lying there being happy. No man in his right mind would walk away from this woman once she'd bedded him. In fact, just as I felt her sucking the cum out of my balls I even said it.

"Ohhh Linda baby, you just have to marry me." I felt pretty stupid, but I had to say that.

She laughed out loud, her hair flying and her hips rocking back and forth like a washing machine that's out of balance and on high spin. "Aww Dirk, you're so sweet," she moaned. She somehow leaned over and gave me a long kiss as she continued that rapid heart-stopping fuck motion.

And as I fountained inside her, blasting her full of my hot creamy spend, she said, "But brothers can't marry their sisters." Then I got some more kisses as she slowly melted on top of me, covering my chest with hers. She put her face in my neck and breathed warm breath on me.

I felt wonderful. We lay there for a while, nuzzling and kissing and just breathing. It was so comfortable that I fell asleep. I remember feeling her move but I didn't wake up.

When I did wake up, I was alone. I felt really sad that she'd left, afraid that she didn't like it there or something, or had gotten what she wanted and didn't want anything else. But then I felt better later, when I had to get up and go to the can.

I had to go so bad that I had a woody, and when I looked down at it to aim it into the toilet, there, right on top, right in the middle, was the temporary tattoo of a daisy, and right next to it another tattoo of a pair of red lips.

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