“I'm going to get him back,” I told my sister Delilah as we drove the final miles of the trip from Dallas to Fayetteville, Arkansas.
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Please, tell me you're not going to have sex with him to get him back,” Delilah pleaded. Delilah was 18 and was still a virgin. She held the act of sex in higher regard than I did.
“It's not like that, Delilah. It's not like I'm a slut or anything. It's just that were Parker and I get together we have sex. It's what we do. I love having sex with him.”
“I know, I know. It's just that you're still with Gus. You shouldn't cheat on him like that. You should have broken up with him before we left.”
“Listen, if this thing with Parker doesn't work out, then I'll have Gus to fall back on. Sure, the sex isn't as great with him, but at least he lives close.”
“Why exactly isn't the sex great with him?” Delilah's curiosity about sex had gotten the better of her and she left her arguments of virtue fall by the wayside.
“Well, he's just not as big as Parker. I mean they are both about the same length, but Parker has the fattest dick I've ever seen. He totally fills me up.”
“About how long are they?”
“They're both about 5” long.”
“And that's big?”
“It's the biggest I've ever seen, but all of them were pretty close. None of them were nearly as thick though.”
Delilah seemed to contemplate this for the final ten minutes of our trip as we drove in silence.
We pulled into Parker's drive and turned of the car. He and his new girlfriend, Allison came out to the car to meet us. I had met Allison once before at Parker's 21st birthday party when they were just friends, but the woman walking out now no longer resembled the 18 year old girl that I remembered. It appeared as if she had hit a growth spurt in these past couple of years and had blossomed into a very voluptuous goddess. I definitely had my worked cut out for me.
Parker had told me that she was very nervous about my trip to see him. She was actually jealous of how skinny and tiny I was. Why would she be jealous of my body, complete with my 30B boobs, when she obviously had at least a 34D rack to woo her man?
Parker always said he loved my perfect heart-shaped ass bounced off his cock when we were fucking doggy style. I wore my tightest jeans to accent my assets. The war was on, her boobs vs. my perfect ass.
I had two more advantages in my arsenal. The first was that Allison and Parker had not had sex yet. He had told me that he had a serious case of “blue balls” and that if Allison didn't break down soon, he didn't know what he would do.
The second advantage, the one I intended to use to the utmost, was that I had no curfew. Allison was 18, but still lived with her parents. Parker had told me that her parents demanded that she be home by 11:00 that night. I would be staying at Parker's house in his guest bedroom. Plenty of time left after she went home to get in his pants.
“Allison, this is Leah,” Parker said as he made our introduction.
Rather than a normal handshake between foes, Allison made a quick move to hug me and before I could react I was engulfed in her embrace. Then, the reason for the show of faux affection became evident.
Allison was now a good five or six inches taller than me. When we came together, I was face-to-chest with her ample cleavage. The girl was showing me what she was coming to the table with and I believe that my guess of a 34D chest might have been underestimating my rival. There was no other way to put it…this girl was stacked.
“Parker has told me so much about you,” Allison said sweetly, “I am so glad that you two have been able to remain friends. He really does cherish your friendship.”
“Thank you,” I said in an equally sweet timbre as I steamed inside. So, that was how she was going to play it. She was marking the territorially lines as succinctly as if she was a wild animal. I was being relegated to friend status.
She walked back to stand by his side and my heart sank. The battle of our best assets was over before it started. My perfect ass had just been trumped by an ass that was so juicy and round that I wanted to grab a hold of it, and I held no same sex tendencies at all. Not to mention the longest and most feminine legs that I have seen. If I were to win the affections of Parker back, my body was not to be an ally of mine. I was betrayed by my own flesh.
“And Delilah, Allison says that you guys used to go to school together,” Parker continued. The part that little miss perfect must not have told him is that they were bitter enemies at school. Allison had made my sister's life a living hell. They were both on the cheerleading squad when lived here a few years ago, but the contrasts in their appearances now could not be more evident.
My sister had shed her preppy girl façade in favor of the frumpier look of today's youth. There was only a few years difference between her and me, but I will never understand the baggy pants and hoodies look…especially on a girl. She and her friends were what they called “Straight Edge,” a movement within the hardcore community that vowed to stay away from drugs, alcohol, tobacco products, and other vices…something that I was thankful for.
“Hey,” Delilah waved.
“Hi,” Allison responded and from the tone of her voice she knew very well where their relationship stood.
“Well, let's get your stuff in. You'll be staying in the basement studio. It's my room, but I'll stay in the guest room,” Parker went on, “We'd better hurry because we're supposed to meet the guys at Guido Joe's for dinner. They're going to come over tonight to party with us. I hope that's okay with you.”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” I lied. So that was the plan. Parker was going to surround himself with a bunch of wingmen and make it impossible for me to get one-on-one time with him.
“Hey, Leah, how have you been?” J.P. came up to me and gave me a hug. He was one of Parker's best friends, but we had never been that close, so the hug was unexpected. He walked with me to our table, pulled out a chair for me, and sat down beside me. Delilah didn't seem to be getting the same treatment. Obviously, J.P. was wingman numero uno.
But, Parker had no shortage of back-ups. His youngest brother Devin and cousin Gary were there along with another good friend, Mason. His plan was well laid out. He knew that he would not be able to resist me on his own and had acted accordingly.
Dinner went smoothly enough and Allison was as sweet as she possibly could be. Maybe I had misjudged her. Maybe, just maybe, she was a genuine as she came across and I was projecting my jealousies upon her. Thing was I was really beginning to like her. She seemed like a girl that in another situation, we could be friends. Even Delilah and Allison appeared to be putting their rocky past behind them.
“I need to go to the restroom,” Allison said as she stood up, “Do you two want to come with me?”
“Sure,” Delilah and I said together and we followed her to the restroom. The door closed behind us and Allison rounded on us like a giant lioness. The difference in our heights was now more evident than ever and she scared the shit out of me.
“Listen, Bitch, I know what you two are here for and there is no way in hell that you are going to get him back! You had your chance and you fucked it up! Parker is a good man and I'm not going to sit around and watch you screw him over again!”
“I'm not…” I tried to object, but was silenced.
“Shut up! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it's going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed! I don't care what you have to say, "I've got a headache' or whatever! If I hear that you did anything other than that, I will personally drive over to Dallas and kick your tiny, little ass! Understand!?!”
She didn't wait for an answer. She barreled past me knocking me to the ground and out the door.
Delilah reached a hand out to help me up and helped me dust myself off.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Can you believe her?”
“I know, what a bitch! I'll tell you right now, I don't care if I have to fuck every single guy out there to get you alone with Parker, I'm going to do it.”
“Delilah, I can't ask you to do that.”
“You're not asking and I'm telling you that this is going to happen. You just be ready for your chance and I'll take care of everything else.”
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We got seated in Mason's 1969 Chevelle. I was up front with Mason and my shadow, J.P., while Delilah was in the back between Devin and Gary. We left the parking lot and headed for Parker's house.
“Mason, do you mind if we make a quick detour. I really want to go get some liquor so we can party a bit tonight,” Delilah requested.
“Sure, sounds like fun,” Mason responded as he switched lanes to go to our new destination, Boudreaux's Liquor World.
“So, what do you girls drink?” J.P. asked.
“Vodka. We usually start with screwdrivers, but by the end of the night we are each holding a bottle in our hands,” Delilah lied effortlessly. It was clear that she had devised a plan to get me to Parker because she didn't drink and I hate vodka, so I nodded my head in approval of her statement.
“Damn! We got some real party girls here!” Mason said enthusiastically, “I can't even touch the stuff…makes me puke.”
Delilah was clearly trying to get the wingmen to start thinking with their penises and it was working, too. You could almost hear the four cocks in the car cheer at the thought of two sexy, soon-to-be drunk, chicks in their presence.
Back at Parker's house we all carried in our drinks of choice. I started toward the kitchen to put my bottle of vodka away, but Delilah grabbed me by the back of my shirt and tugged me in the opposite direction.
“Hey, guys, we're going to go downstairs and change into something a little more comfortable,” she called out.
“Let me go put this up, then,” I whispered to her.
“No, bring it with you,” she said at the same level.
We got downstairs and Delilah went straight to work. She headed for the suitcases and started barking out directions.
“First of all, go to the bathroom, pour this shit out, and then fill them up with water,” she commanded, handing me her bottle of vodka.
I did as she said as she began to rifle through our suitcases. I finished filling up the bottles and returned them to their sacks. When I got out of the bathroom Delilah tossed me a pair of her flannel pajama bottoms and a cotton t-shirt with a local Dallas band emblazoned on the front.
“Put that on,” she commanded again.
“What are you going to wear?”
“One of your normal skimpy things, but no more questions. They're going to think we're up to something if we take too long down here,” she said as she began to strip right in front of me.
I took her lead and started to shed my clothes. I have to admit that I was taking more than a peek at my little sister as we continued to undress. I hadn't seen her nude since we were little girls taking a bath together. She took off her undershirt and I froze.
“Holy shit, Delilah! What the hell happened to you?” I exclaimed in amazement.
“What?” she looked down in complete bewilderment.
“You're…” I tried to think of the right word to tell your little sister that she's hot, it escaped me, “…I mean, damn girl.”
Of course, I knew that she was taller than I, but ever since her transformation from cheerleader to “sk8r gurl” she kind of kept her body covered. Plus, I had been away at college for the past few years and hadn't seen her on a regular basis. But, the past couple of years had been good to my once scrawny little sister.
Her curves were voluptuous, but mounted on muscles carved from stone. Her religious addiction to skateboarding had given her maybe the most athletic body I had ever seen. Also, my size small tank top and shorts were having a hard time holding in big boobs and round ass. There was no doubt she would have no problem holding up her end of the bargain. She would attract the wingmen like bees to honey.
She smiled at my loss of vocabulary, “Thanks. You think this will get "em?”
“No problem.”
“Good, now here's how we're going to do it. I'm going to start picking them off one at a time. Once you have Parker alone, you work your magic with him. He still has a thing for you, I could tell by the way he looked at you all night. Allison knew it, too. I think that's why she took us into the bathroom. She wanted to scare the shit out of you wouldn't try anything.
Anyway, get him alone and fuck his brains out if you have to; show him what he'll be missing.”
I was a little surprised at her frankness and it must have shown on my face.
“What? I'm serious. Fuck him stupid. You know he likes it or he wouldn't keep coming back.”
“I know. I can take care of my part, but are you sure you want to do this?”
“Leah, you don't really believe all that straight edge bullshit I feed to mom and dad, do you? This will be my pleasure. I've had sex with more guys than this in one night. With a body like this, I get all I want,” she proclaimed, posing with her hands on her hips.
Well, that was a bummer. She had had sex with more guys in one night than I had in my entire life and her pose was goddess-like. I little punch of envy hit me in the stomach for the second time that day.
“Alright, let's go. Follow me and remember, do not drink from any other bottle than your own. We need to stay clear-headed.”
We came to the top of the stairs and as the guys turned towards us, I might as well had not even been there. Delilah demanded everyone's direct attention…even Parker's.
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“So, what do you boys want to do?” Delilah asked. It was a simple enough question, but the way in which she asked it laid miles and miles of sexual undertones.
“Well, we got the karaoke set-up,” Parker offered, trying to maintain control over the situation. But, his will was like a twig standing in the path of the force of nature which was Hurricane Delilah.
“Oh, I was hoping we could play a drinking game or something. Leah and I came here to relax and forget about life back home for a bit. I know this one, it's called Three Man. Have y'all played it before?”
"Y'all,' I thought to myself. Boy, she was laying it on thick. Delilah had always despised the drawl that all the southern belles used, but she was using it as if it were completely natural. It sounded sweeter than honey and the boys seemed to be eating it up.
“Parker, we need some dice,” Delilah commanded. She then explained the rules and within five minutes the group was on its way to intoxication. All except for Parker, who said he would just watch because he had to pick up Allison tomorrow morning for church and needed to go to bed soon.
After about 30 minutes, Parker went to bed. I figured this wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe if he were asleep, I couldn't sneak into his room and gently “wake him up”. He used to like that when we were together. His favorite time to have sex was in the morning and he really liked it when I would start things while he was asleep. He always said he liked the feeling of dreaming about sex and then waking up to find that you actually are having sex.
By this time some of the guys were really starting to get drunk. Mason was the first to fall victim to Delilah's plan. He was unlucky enough to stay the Three Man (the person who drinks every time a 3, or total of 3, is rolled) in the game for so many rounds that he had almost drained his bottle of Jack Daniels. Although it was the bump on the head that he received on a trip to the bathroom that finally did him in.
We were afraid that we might have to take him to the hospital, but he convinced us he was okay. He passed out sitting up with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. He stayed in that position the rest of the night. One down, three to go…
I spent the next hour with my top off due to a rule made when someone rolled snake eyes that stated, “anyone who was under 5'8” must take off all the clothes above the waist.” I wish I had something to drink other than water. It might have been easier to do that. Not that I'm too shy about my body, but it was pretty obvious that everyone of the guys were making mental comparisons between me and my sister.
The next to go was Parker's little brother, Devin. He made a mad rush for the bathroom and we could hear him getting sick in the toilet. He stayed in there for about 15 minutes more before J.P. went to check on him. J.P. came back and declared that Devin had passed out by the toilet. Two down, two to go…
The rules kept getting more sexual in nature as our blood alcohol content rose until Delilah's rule that, “anyone with a dick must go in that room and fuck me” sounded like a normal request. As she marched the remaining two contestants with penises into the designated room, she waved me on to Parker's room. Now was my chance.
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“Shut up! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it's going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed!
I eased the door to Parker's room open and slid through the doorway. The moonlight shone through the wood blinds and I could faintly see Parker lying on his back. I crept over to the opposite side of his queen size bed. After pulling off Delilah's baggy clothing, I pulled back the covers and slid in beside him.
Parker has always been a heavy sleeper which made our waking up game possible in the first place. I slid my hand underneath the covers and went straight for his manhood. The first part of my job was already done for me. He appeared to be having a really good dream because his member was as hard as a rock.
It had been about 3 years since the last time we had sex and I had either forgotten how big Parker was or he had grown a bit. When I grabbed a hold of his penis, I couldn't get my hand and the entire girth of his rod. I felt myself get a little moist at the thought of his fat cock filling me up. I really did miss that feeling.
It took all of my will to keep me from sliding myself onto him and waking him up the way we used to. With us not going out and me not knowing if he really wanted to have sex with me, mounting him without permission seemed something akin to rape.
Instead, I continued to jack him off, faster and faster until I could see that he was beginning to awaken.
“Do you still like this?” I said in my sexiest voice.
“Hmm, Mmm,” he responded groggily. I could tell he had no idea who was caressing his dick.
“Would you like me to give you a blowjob?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I ducked under the covers and took him into my mouth. As I began to bob up and down, I realized my assessment was correct, he was definitely bigger. He responded to me almost immediately and he began to moan; louder and louder until…
“Oh, Delilah.”
I stopped. So, that was what had my ex-boyfriend's cock standing at attention…my little sister?
I poked my head back above the blankets. Parker was awake and aware of his sexual faux pas.
“Leah, I'm sorry. Wait, what the hell am I sorry for? You were…” he said, but I cut him off.
“Is that what you want? Because she would probably do it. You could have us both,” I offered.
“Uh…I…”
I never got to hear his answer because the door flew open and light flooded the room.
“Sweet. You guys having a slumber party?” J.P. said as he ran and jumped on to the bed, “But, don't you need to get some sleep, Park? I'll tell you what, Leah and I will go back to her room and party down there. You get some sleep.”
I felt myself being lifted from the bed and carried into the hall. J.P. closed and locked the door behind us. He continued to carry me toward the guest bedroom.
“Put me down, I can make it on my own,” I protested.
He placed me on my feet and I stomped my way downstairs. J.P. remained close in tow behind me. He was determined, I'll give him that. When we reached the basement landing, I rounded on him.
“There you go, I'm safe and sound in my cell!” I yelled in my nude state.
“Listen, Leah, I'm so sorry. I promised him that I wouldn't let anything happen.”
“Well, you're free of your burden now. I won't bother him. Delilah and I will load up in the morning and you won't see us again!” I continued to scream at him. The effect on him was not what I had expected.
“You're not a burden, Leah,” his voice was shaky and his tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes, “I didn't want it to be like this.”
My anger ebbed away as I looked into his eyes, “Oh, J.P., I know you were just doing what Parker asked you to do. I'm sorry, I shouldn't take it out on you. You're just doing what any good friend would do.”
“He didn't ask me. I volunteered to do it.”
“I don't understand.”
“When I heard you were coming into town, I volunteered to be your escort tonight and if something like this happened, to keep you from him.”
“But, why? Don't you like me? Do you just want to keep us apart?”
“You're half right. I want to keep you apart because I do like you. I always have, even when you and Parker were together, you were all I could think about. I wanted to use this situation so I could talk to you by myself.”
“Really? You like me?”
“I know, it's crazy, but I still to this day think about you all the time.”
“J.P., that's so sweet. I had no idea you felt that way about me.”
He smiled sheepishly.
I leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned and I caught him full on the lips. I broke away quickly and looked at him sternly. The anger swelled in me again, but subsided as quickly as it came when I realized that I kind of liked that. I made my move back to those lips and was met with a passion equal to my own on the other side.
Before I knew what was happening, we were both stripping him down. Finally only his boxers remained. I pulled myself from his lips and lowered myself to my knees. I grabbed his waistband and unwrapped my prize.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.
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This was the biggest dick I'd ever seen. He was already bigger than Parker and he was completely flaccid.
“What's wrong?” J.P. asked.
“Nothing's wrong. I was just startled. Your dick is huge! I've never seen one so big!” I exclaimed.
“Bigger than Parker's?” he asked with a smile.
I laughed out loud. “Right now you're bigger than he is when he's got a boner.”
My mention of his massive size must have turned him on a bit because his cock was lengthening right before my eyes. "Damn, I'm never going to get all that in,' I remember thinking.
I tentatively reached a hand up to his crotch and grabbed a hold of his shaft, or as much as I could. His cock was unbelievably thick, at least the circumference of a can of coke. I lifted his heavy member and began to stroke it.
As I did, I was struck again, this time by the sheer volume of his balls. The orbs had been partially covered by his gargantuan appendage, but even so, I don't know how I missed them before. They were the size of large eggs and my other hand just had to explore their vastness.
I continued to stroke him and his penis reached lengths that I would have thought unimaginable just minutes ago. The growth finally seemed to subside and his organ was as hard as a diamond. I stopped jerking him off and just marveled at the immensity of his organ.
“How big is it?” I asked as I continued to gaze.
“About 8 ½”, but it's over 9” around it,” he said casually, like a dick like his came along everyday.
“I want you to fuck the hell out of me with that thing,” I said with a calmness that belied the urges developing in me. I could feel the dampness between my legs. When I took off my bra and panties, teasing him all the while, I noticed that my panties were actually dripping with my own juices as I flung them across the room with my foot.
“Damn, Leah, you're even sexier than I had ever imagined. I can't count the times that I've jerked off thinking about you and even in my best fantasies, I never imagined you were half this hot.”
“Really? To me?” I felt another drop of juices running down between my thighs.
“Hell, yeah, you're fucking gorgeous!”
“Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you lay down on that bed and let me fulfill your fantasies. I extended my hand to his chest and pushed him gently on to his back. His cock stood up in the air, tilting just a tad. I was reminded of the Leaning Tower of Pisa as I climbed on to the bed. I stood up and placed a foot on each side of his waist.
“Now, listen, you just lay there because I'd rather not die from being impaled by a dick. Let me get used to it for a bit,” I said, laying down the rules of engagement.
“Mmm Hmm,” he responded making a guttural sound of affirmation. I couldn't tell if he was really listening to me or not because he seemed to be preoccupied with my pussy.
I slowly lowered myself on to his cockhead. I could feel my cunt being stretched to the limit and I pulled back. "Damn, I don't even think I got the head all the way in,' I thought. I am going to through a shit load of pain before I get much pleasure at all.
I pressed down against his swollen member again. I felt him slide in a bit further this time. I was about to retreat when J.P. thrust his hips forward and slammed several more inches into me.
“Ow, fuck!” I screamed, “What the hell? I told you to lay still. Jesus, that fucking hurt!” I winced as I rubbed my wounded vagina.
“I'm sorry,” he said sheepishly.
“It's okay, but you have to be careful with that thing. It's not like I go around shoving Coke cans up my vag on a regular basis. Be patient and give me a sec.”
“Okay, I'm sorry.” And he truly looked it.
I started the process again and although it hurt like fuck (literally), J.P.'s stunt may have helped a bit. I began to slide myself up and down on his fat cock in a rhythmic motion. The pain was ebbing and sheer pleasure of my pussy being filled up more than I could have ever imagined was taking its place.
My pace increased and to my surprise I felt my ass bump against his huge balls first the first time. I looked to the point where our two bodies became one and was astonished to see that I was taking all 8 ½” into my love cave. I looked into J.P.'s face and saw the same amazement. It was then that the sex became more than just me riding my stallion. It became something bestial; raw and powerful.
My steed began to buck against the cadence of my gyrations; pounding his rod deeper and deeper. I was not going to chastise him this time for his disobedience. This time I wanted it and he knew it. Now I wanted him to punish me and that's exactly what he did.
With one quick motion, I felt myself being lifted in the air. He flipped me around and placed me on my hands and knees. He was standing beside the bed and was entering me from behind. I still to this day have no idea how he did it, but his cock never left my pussy.
After gaining his footing he began again to plow his engorged member into my slit. He was more powerful than I had thought. If Parker had ever taken me this way, I don't think I ever would have broken-up with him.
J.P. was something different though, he was feral and brutish. He was untamed. I breathed in his scent and was intoxicated. I had never known such pleasure. It was so natural. We were just a man and a woman doing the most instinctual of all acts.
Once more J.P. changed our positions as he flipped me over like a rag doll and continued to pound on my pussy. The animalistic sounds that came from deep inside us intensified in volume and yearning. Our grinding became more and more intensely fierce until we could take no more.
“Shoot it all over me!” I screamed as I felt the first wave of orgasm rush over me. It was something that I always requested and my reasons never had anything to do with getting pregnant or anything like that.
I loved the shame of someone dumping their load on me like I was not worthy of their seed, but more than that, I love to show my own talent.
He removed his cock and began stroke it. He fired load after load of creamy, white juice on my face and torso, but as he did I gave him a surprise he was not ready for.
I felt my pussy explode and gallons of my own juices showered J.P. in return. Every wave of orgasm brought another blast from my opening. I raised my hips and literally covered him from head to toe with the spray. It was a little talent that Parker and I had discovered long ago…I am a squirter.
J.P. just stood there for a second, looking at me. Finally he exclaimed, “That was fucking awesome! Park said you could do that, but you can't imagine until you've seen it! Holy shit, that was so fucking cool!”
From the darkened corner of the bedroom came an almost equally excited voice, “No shit!”
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