Sisters - Faith and Nancy Pt. 01

Obviously, this is all fiction, nothing like this could ever really happen... Also, everyone involved is over 18 years of age.

I'm Alex, and this is "a story." I'm 5'8", 145 pounds in really good shape, with dirty blond hair, green eyes.

I ran into Faith at a party we had been invited to by separate people. I had no idea that she was going to be there. To be honest, I had had an ongoing fantasy about Faith since high school. Nothing other than lusting privately after her ever occurred back then, but I had my fantasies never the less. Mostly, they were loving erotic couple type, but each time I was the subject of her degrading comments, my fantasies shifted to those of dominance, submission, punishment or forced.

Now years later, here she was right in front of me, saying something while my mind was back reliving my high school fantasies and terrors. Interestingly, those thoughts were still strong enough to cause a lot of blood that my brain desperately needed to communicate with to rush into my cock. I think it was my cock twisting inside my jeans that freed my brain sufficiently so that I could resume being human.

"What are you doing nowadays," she asked. My first thought of "I am trying unsuccessfully to rearrange the cock in my pants; are you as horny as I am" went unspoken. I managed a "Just trying to get by, how about you?" Women like it when you show casual interest and ask questions about themselves. More often than naught they will give lengthy answers so you can shift your hard cock unnoticed.

Faith is married, has a couple of kids in high school. She is 5'10", 112 pounds, long straight blond hair, not a lot of curves but enough to make you stare. I guess the best description of her would be a tall elf without the ears. I remembered her with nothing more than A cups, but here she was with solid C. The size actually took something away, they didn't seem natural, so I just figured that she had implants or a result of having kids. Her body definitely did not show results of childbirth. She was definitely a MILF.

"Do you want another drink, yours looks like the ice has melted" she said. I stutter a little, then "Yeah, sure, let me get something cold for both of us." I'm quite sure that the ice melted not so much due to my body heat, but the proximity to hers.

I got myself a rum and coke with lime and I asked for and got a large red wine glass which was probably filled well past proper levels.

Having 200 plus of your "closest friends", some I couldn't even remember their names if not for their name tags, talking and bumping into you or asking you asinine questions, while you are trying to chat up your high school fantasy, just wasn't working for me. We walked out from the party and down the broad steps away from the huge patio. We walked over and sat down on a nice cool stone bench. The cold stone did a lot to move blood out of my cock for at least a few minutes.

Faith shivered and slid a little closer to me. "It's been hot all day, yet this bench seems like it has been kept in the icebox" she said as she wiggled like cold draft had passed over her. I suspected that stone was going to heat up nicely with her around. I put my arm around her waist pulling her even closer and offered to share my body heat. She laughed, and I realized that I had always enjoyed hearing that even when I had been the focus of some joke back in high school.

We sat on "our bench" and watched other couples, mostly married, just none with each other, "casually" walk into the more secluded areas of the expansive back yard. Lots of five-foot bushes and hedges, a few small stands of trees that seemed rather densely packed, offered an abundance of hiding places for "close encounters of the torrid kind." From our vantage point we watched at least 20 or more couples disappear into the night. I suspected a lot of cum was going to be moved around that night. I almost laughed at the thought of "older couples" trying to reclaim their youth, but here I was doing the exact same thing.

Faith sipped her wine, "How come you never asked me out in high school?" I looked at her and cocked my head a little to the side, "Seriously? You always were making jokes about "the baby of the class" and that I was shortest male in the class." Faith looked into her wine, sipped, "I was cruel back then because I wanted to be cool with others. The truth is I always dreamed that you would ask me out. I even had a pair of flat heeled shoes that I bought just in case." It took a moment for that to sink into my brain. Please remember, most of the operational blood that my brain required was pooled in a swollen cock. I put my glass down beside me and took her wine glass setting behind me out of the way. Faith offered no resistance.

I stood up and stepped in front of her, realizing a dream from years ago, and holding her face between my hands, leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. Just a little one, then another. Faith moaned and tilted her head to the left, so I was holding her in my hand; she closed her eyes and sighed, "Finally." I kissed her again, this time with increasing passion, her mouth parted, and we gently played a game with our tongues together. Faith seemed to inhale, exhale, moan, and shiver all at the same time. Putting her arms around my neck, she stood up. Normally, this would have put me a couple of inches lower and looking up at her, but the slope of the ground made a perfect leveling element. We were face to face.

My hands started to roam over her body. I could tell immediately that she was not wearing a bra, shifting my hands over her hips and around to her ass, I couldn't detect any straps or undergarments. Was she naked beneath her skirt? My hands moved up to her breasts, and just as I was about to fondle them, Faith broke our kiss, "Don't." I shook my head, "Sorry, I thought that's what you wanted also." Faith moaned and put her head on my shoulder and softly kissed my neck, "I do, I want to so much, but..." I held her close, "It's ok, no pressure." Faith shook her head, "No you don't understand, they're not real, they're fakes." I lifted her head and looked at her, "It's ok, a lot of women have implants." She chuckled, "I wish. No, they're not implants." Now I was confused. "I'm not sure I understand." Faith looked at me, put our foreheads together, "Oh what the hell." She stepped back a foot, reached inside her shirt and went "Ohh" then repeated it with her other hand with a similar "Ohh." I looked down and in her hands were two molded tits. She looked at me and gave a small shrug, "They're stickies, they stick on over my tits to make them look bigger. I still have those two ridiculously small tits that I had in high school."

The mood had definitely chilled with her. She looked at me, then tuned and opened her purse and placed her "tits" inside. She then turned back to me, "So now you know. Are you going to say something?" I stared for about 10 seconds, then smiled, "I remember you from high school and how you looked then. When I saw you tonight, I had assumed that you had gotten implants and I was disappointed, I loved your small breasts, they looked great on you back then." Faith started to smile, "Really?" I nodded, "Yes, really." Faith wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, chasing my tongue to the far end of my mouth, then retreating when I pressed it back. We kissed for several minutes, then she pulled back and tilted her head down, "Do you want to see them?" "Yes," I whispered.

With my arms around her, Faith leaned back and pulled her shirt up. Two of the most perfect nipples almost an inch long stood out form the most perfect A cup breasts that I have ever seen (and yes, I have seen a lot of breasts and nipples in my time...) "Oh my god, those are perfect, Faith. I could kiss them forever." Using her hands, Faith guided me, without any resistance whatsoever, to her left nipple. I encompassed it with my lips, held it between my teeth with just a small pressure, applied suction and with the tip of my tongue, flicked it twice up and down between my teeth. For my efforts, Faith let out a low moan, pulled my head closer and squeezed. At the same time, I felt her knees start to give way, so I eased her down to the bench, never leaving the nipple and dropping to a semi-squat. Faith moaned and rocked back and forth. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes, Ohhhhhh, oh yes, do that, yes." I released her left nipple and slid over to her right nipple. The entire sequence was repeated. When I reached up with what I now recognize as "chilly fingers" and tweaked her left nipple, Faith shuddered and "AHHHHH." Fortunately, the band was playing a song with a lot of drums...

I released her nipples and pulled back long enough to kiss her. She gave me a serious hug and whispered in my ear, "Oh Alex, thank you, thank you. My husband doesn't like my tits and won't play with them. It's been years since anyone has done that to me." I chuckled softly, "Faith, I would do that and more to you each time I had an opportunity to, I promise that I would have you moaning and facing one orgasm after another long before I ever get inside of you."

Faith looked at me in the low light, "Is that a real promise, do you pinky swear?" I laughed, "Yes, I pinky swear." Faith looked around. "You were always such a geek. Do you still carry a handkerchief in your back pocket?" I smiled, "Yes, old habits, I always have one."

"Good, give it to me and take off your shirt."

I handed her my handkerchief and took off my shirt as asked. Faith stood up and moved to the end of the bench that was facing slightly uphill, she laid my shirt out on the stone and laid down with her head towards the lower end. She then took the handkerchief, wadded it up, and stuffed it in her mouth. Using her legs to raise herself up slightly, she pulled her skirt up to her waist; she didn't have any panties on so immediately I saw her beautiful cunt with a small puff of blond hair with no curls. She then spread her legs to either side of the bench with her ass slightly handing off of the edge. Faith lifted her head and with her eyes wide, slowly nodded her head then laid back down placing her hands over her head and holding onto the bench.

I needed no further invitation or instructions. I immediately dropped between her legs and kissed the most amazing cunt in the world. Long slow soft drags of my tongue from her taint to her clit. I gave short swift stabs to her clit resulting in jerks and moans. Then I concentrated on soft kisses, licks and suckling of her cuntal lips and the clit hood. When I reached up and used my fingers to spread her lips so that I could play inside her with my tongue, I once again forgot my chilly fingers. However, I was rewarded with muffled shrieks and wiggling of her ass. As Faith got more excited, she raised her legs up slightly by pointing her toes in the ground, in doing so, she opened up her cheeks just enough for me to reach down further and rim her asshole. Faith raised her legs off the round and pulled her knees to her chest, exposing both holes.

Her asshole was perfect, even without further spreading of her cheeks, it created the most marvelous black hole of pleasure, a deep and tapered well that Lassie would never have found little Timmy in.

As I continued to lick and suck on her clit, which was now fully exposed, I drooled onto my index and middle fingers, as well as her asshole, then placing the middle finger at the entrance of her deep well, and my index at the entrance to her cunt, I slowly pressed inward. Both fingers still chilly, were completely swallowed with absolutely no effort. I had barely moved my fingers in and out more than an inch while curling my index in a "come hither" over her g-spot when Faith spasmed. It must have been building, and she had been trying to suppress it or hold it as long as she could, but when it hit her, a sharp series of muffled shrieks, her legs snapped straight out as though she was planking, then dropped limply to the ground.

I had made a pinkie swear... I continued kissing, sucking and tweaking her clit while finger-fucking her cunt and asshole, both of which were trying to crush my fingers. Faith in turn continued to moan and thrash, but never leaving the bench. In a herculean effort, I reached up and found her right nipple and squeezed. Even through the handkerchief muffle, I could clearly hear her, "Oh god, save me!" Faith's body just seemed to drop even though she was lying flat on the bench. All of her limbs and muscles, even those that had been trying to crush my fingers just relaxed. Faith made no movements, even when I yanked my fingers free and moved to check on her. Faith had passed out.

I will admit to a bit or more of panic. I was kneeling beside a half-naked woman on a stone bench at a party; she was not my wife; she was married; wine and alcohol glasses were on the ground; a gag was in her mouth. I suddenly realized just how exposed we were and just how compromised I would be to anyone who might walk to the edge of the patio and look out.

"Faith, Faith! Are you ok?" I removed the gag, and lifted her up, she just sagged in my arms. "Faith," I said with a little more urgency. She lolled her head to my shoulders, tried to reach up and hug me. "Faith!" her head rolled back, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to focus, so to expedite it, I reached up and squeezed her left nipple. Faith's eyes popped open, and she took in air seeming ready to scream. I immediately covered her mouth with mine and kissed her. With her eyes wide open and looking like a deer in the headlights, she suddenly focused, wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me back.

We stood up, she was on shaky legs but holding on to me; we kissed as though the world would end if we stopped. Slowly she came down off of her orgasmic high. "Oh my god, Alex, I want that again and again. I want to fuck you right now, here." I laughed softly, "Are you sure, that last one made you pass out, and I was worried we would be caught, now might not be the best time or place, let's go to my hotel room." Faith looked at me with those beautiful eyes. "Alex, if you don't fuck me right now, the next thing I'm going to do is scream "Rape" at the top of my lungs, so buddy, I know that you cock has been hard all night, and I want it buried on me now."

I was speechless for about 30 seconds as I processed the situation. Somethings you just don't fight...

"Step over here. Perfect. Lift your skirt. Yes, just like that. Now bend over and grab my shirt. Good girl. Now fold it and put it on the edge of the bench in front of you. Goooood. Now put both of your hands on the bench. Good girl."

I removed my pants and shorts, putting them on the bench in front of us, and then moved in behind her. Faith's cunt was at the perfect level and even in the low light, I could see she was dripping. I slid my cock up and down, wetting the tip, then I smeared my pre-cum and her juices over the shaft. I inserted the tip into a steaming cauldron. "DO IT," she hissed. I grabbed her hips and pulled at the same time thrusting forward. In one stroke I was buried balls deep in my high school fantasy.

Fortunately, Faith had reinserted her muffle, but animals in the area were certain to hear that low frequency moan of pleasure.

I was the shortest male in my high school class. I did not have the shortest cock. Each stroke was full bore. Each stroke impacted on her cervix sending a uniquely pleasurable signal to her brain telling it to make the mouth say "uuummmfff."

I reached down and pulled her erect so that she could lean back against me and use her knees against the bench for upright support. With her head laid back on my shoulder, I could hear each sound she made clearly even through the muffle. I dropped my right hand to her clit and using my index finger began to strum it in such a way that Jimi Hendrix would have been proud. Faith's moans and shaking became constant. With my left hand that had been supporting her upright at her abdomen, I reached up and across her and took hold of her right nipple and using my thumb and middle finger squeezed it while my index finger played a dueling bass to my finger playing her clit guitar.

Faith's abs started to spasm and contract trying to make her double up, but my arms prevented more than spasmodic movement. I could feel my balls starting to contract and my cock begin to swell. Faith must have felt it also. She shrieked and convulsed on my cock, her orgasm taking on a life of its own. I pushed three more times and then emptied 15 years of fantasy into her. It seemed like rope after rope of cum shot through my cock painting her insides, with each blast sending Faith into another spasm.

I had given a pinkie swear. I fulfilled my promise.

Faith had the nerve, the gall, the audacity, to threaten me say that she would cry Rape if I had not complied with her demands. I stood there with my cock buried deep insider her.

Without mercy, I continued to strum her clit and her nipples, pausing long enough only to change nipples. Faith twitched and jerked and spasmed continuously, her breathing nothing more than gasps. Her body was a puppet whose strings had been cut. She was only being supported by my arms. I continued for a two full minutes, counting the seconds out loud. I got to 1 min, 47 seconds. Faith released her water and peed on the ground. I stopped strumming and only gave an occasional flick, each time getting a complete body jerk. I lowered her to the bench face first and pulled my cock from her convulsing cunt. My seed oozed out of her cunt slowly at first then in dollops.

It took more than just a few minutes for Faith to come back to reality and a few more to get her dressed. The entire time Faith was quietly sobbing saying "I'm sorry I was so terrible to you in school. I want you to know that I have always wanted to go out with you. I always loved it when you came over to the house. I was such a bitch."

I held her close as we sat on the bench. I handed her the wine to help restore some semblance of balance.

She looked at me, "I want you to do to me what you want. I need you to punish me as you see fit. I want to make up for all the terrible things that I did to you."

I kissed her forehead, "Silly, silly girl... You have no idea what you are saying. But you are about to learn. This is my room key. I will get a spare at the desk. Take the key, go to my room, leave the lights on, strip and get into the bed lying face down with your arms and legs spread wide. Do not look towards the door and keep your eyes closed at all times. There is so much more for us to learn about each other. There is so much that you need to learn about me. Tell me that you understand your instructions."

Faith took the key from my hand, "Okay, I will."

I shook my head, my voice low but with an edge to it, "I said, tell me that you understand your instructions. You always like to be in charge; this time you are not."

Faith winced, nodded her head, then lowered it, "Yes, I understand my instructions."

I held her slender arm, "I hope so, if only for your own sake." I released her, "Now go!"

To be continued