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Author’s Note: Be gentle, its my first time (writing smut on an erotic fiction website and publishing it for all the world to see while God watches and judges me). All characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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Before the Great Shift the world existed pretty much the same as it does now, the only real difference being the concept of sexual privacy, or rather the lack of it. People weren’t just fucking nonstop in the streets however. As a society, we all still lived relatively normal lives and had jobs to do and places to get to. And we had all the same troubles and stresses of everyday life that we do now. These could include things like going to college, navigating jobs, and meeting your girlfriend’s dad for the first time. Oh boy.
By the time Friday came around I was feeling a little anxious about dining with my girlfriend’s family. I’d met Amanda’s mom before, and her sister was no stranger to me, but I had yet to face her father. That, boys and girls, is the final exam. The stuff of nightmares. The kind of thing that makes a man want to drink.
I picked my girlfriend up from the college campus around 4 pm. As I pulled up in my janky old Ford and parked outside the library I saw her skipping towards me with an ecstatic look painted across her pretty freckled face. She wore a delicate black blouse and a blue skirt that danced enticingly around her long, slender legs as she sprinted across the lawn. Her beautiful blonde hair had come undone from its ponytail in her excitement. I grinned, already feeling a little hungry for more of her.
Amanda pulled open the passenger door and tossed her backpack into the backseat carelessly.
“Hi, babes,” she said, beaming down at me. She leaned in close and planted a delicate peck on my lips before jumping in and pulling the door shut.
“Hey baby,” I said, taken aback by her enthusiasm. “Have an exciting day or something? Dissect anything gross?”
“Nah,” she said, eyeing herself in the vanity mirror and carefully redoing her ponytail. “I’m just excited for you to meet my family is all.”
“Yeah, well. I am too. I think.”
She looked at me and smiled sweetly with those half-moon hazel eyes glimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Her full lips were bright with date-night lipstick.
“They’re gonna love you. Don’t worry.”
“I sure hope so.”
“You did put on a nice shirt like I asked. Just don’t be a dork in front of my dad. And don’t for the love of everything holy tell him that you’re going to school to be a musician. We’ll have to save that bombshell for when he likes you.”
“Thanks. That makes me feel great.”
“I’m just giving you a little shit, dork,” she said, punching my arm playfully and giggling. She cleared her throat. “Except, like, actually don’t do that. Unless he asks you.”
“Gotcha.”
“How was your day?”
“Oh, you know. Nothing exciting. Are we going straight to your parent’s?”
“Nope. We have to pick up my sister first.”
“Ah, I see. She still doesn’t have a car?”
Amanda rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Rachel will NEVER have a car. She’s a fucking stoner with no work ethic.”
“Okay. She is pretty cool though. You know, for a stoner chick.”
Amanda swatted my leg and shot me her ‘don’t fuck with me’ look.
“Do NOT perv on my sister, ya freak.”
“Ouch, I didn’t! Really. I’m frankly offended by this slanderous attack on my character.”
“Dork.”
“Besides,” I said, reaching over and running my hand up and down her leg, feeling the warm skin against mine, “I already have the hot one.”
Amanda placed her small, delicate hand over mine and guided it up and under her skirt, letting me feel the warmth of her sweet little pussy under the fabric. She was panty-less. I felt the beginnings of arousal in the slight dampness of her slit.
“Don’t get me too worked up just yet,” she warned me. “This skirt was not cheap, you know.”
“Then don’t encourage me.”
“Encourage you? I’m tolerating you.”
“That’s not what it feels like.”
A small smile began to form on her lips despite her efforts to appear serious. She took her hand off mine, letting it stay where it was, and reached for my crotch. She ran her fingers over the bulge in my jeans.
“Someone’s getting excited,” she breathed.
“I think I might have to make a detour.”
“Not yet. We’re running late.”
“Why do your parents have to eat so damn early?”
“Because they’re old.”
I slid a finger into her wet hole and she inhaled sharply, gripping onto the grab handle for support. Her ample tits rose and fell in her blouse as she sighed. I could see her nipples hardening now, standing out under the fabric, Mother Nature’s green light.
“You’re gonna ruin my outfit, asshole,” she said shakily. I gave her a lecherous grin and said nothing, enjoying her display of arousal. It was too easy with this girl.
“I like making you cum at inconvenient times,” I said. “And I know you like it too, so don’t complain.”
I put two fingers eskişehir escort inside her now and felt the dampness rapidly turn into a puddle in her seat. I gently thrust my fingers in and out of her as she panted and bit down on her lip, her hand unconsciously gripping more firmly onto the tent in my pants.
“Fuck,” she said. “Why are you so impatient though?”
“I like using you. Like a toy,” I said. “Like my sweet little fuck toy. And I know you like it too, don’t you baby girl?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes I do like it daddy. I like being your little toy.”
“That’s right. You’re my own little girl, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes daddy. I’m all yours.”
“And your pussy. Your sweet horny cunt. Who does it belong to?”
Amanda gasped through ragged breaths, gripping one of her tits through her blouse, squeezing and twisting a nipple.
“You, daddy. It belongs to you.”
“That’s right, baby.”
I tried keeping my eyes on the road the best I could but I was now fully into Fuck Mode. I needed to feel her cum, to spasm and shake on my greedy fingers, to show me her want. I couldn’t wait till later.
“Red light,” she warned me.
I glanced up at the road again and slowed down. We came to a stop at a busy intersection downtown, couched deep in rush hour traffic. I looked over to the right of us and saw a Lamborghini packed full of preppy looking girls from the college, four or five of them, all jammed in tight and lounging around. Their windows were open and their tanned arms and legs hung out in the summer sun.
“Hey check it out,” I said. “Looks like some of your classmates.”
“Huh?” Amanda panted.
“You have an audience,” I said, pressing the button to roll down the passenger side window. Amanda looked around and saw the car, the girls, the crowded street. Most of them were glued to their phones as they waited for the light to change. All of them wore their college hoodies. One by one, the girls looked up from their phones at the sound the window made when it rolled down, smirked, pointed, and gave each other a few knowing glances. They could see Amanda’s reddened, panting face and her blissed out eyes and I’m sure they got the picture immediately.
“Look at them,” I breathed into Amanda’s ear. “Do you see them? Do you see your classmates in the car?”
“Yes,” Amanda sighed. She shuddered and made eye contact with the girls as she gyrated on my fingers.
“They’re looking at you,” I told her. “I bet they’re all horny little bitches like you. I bet they wish they were getting fucked like you are right now.”
“Oh my god, I know daddy. They’re all horny little bitches like me. Getting fucked in their rooms every night.”
I circled my finger around her tight little opening and plunged it back in, eliciting a desperate gasp. One or two of our female spectators took out their phones and began taking videos of her, laughing, more amused than anything else. I heard a few taunts and chuckles–
“Yeah, get it girl!”
More laughter. Amanda gasped and shuddered.
“Now they all know what a fucking slut you are,” I whispered in her ear. She shook, twisting her nipple through her shirt and crying out–
“Oh god, fuck! Finger fuck my cunt, daddy… Make me your slut.”
The girls in the car looked at each other and snickered. A few of them waved, making obscene gestures with their hands. One of them held up two fingers and flicked her tongue between them. They all found this very amusing, giggling hysterically like young girls do.
“Horny fuckin bitch!” one of them yelled.
The light turned green and traffic gradually lurched forward. The car full of girls drove out of sight and Amanda sat back in her seat as I quickened the pace of my fingers in her cunt. I rolled the window back up and it immediately began to fog up as her hot breath blew against it.
“My sisters gonna complain about the smell,” she said, giggling.
“So what? She always reeks like a hippy music festival anyways.”
Amanda laughed again and then suddenly squinted her eyes and moaned sharply. I was enthusiastically toying with her clit now. The musky stench of her arousal filled the car and I could see the deep pink flush in her chest.
“Oh, fuck Andy…” She looked over at me, her mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed over in an expression of smoldering lust.
“What is it, baby girl?”
“Can I…?”
“Can you what, baby? Use your words.”
I plunged my fingers back inside her and she let out a guttural groan, banging her head back against the headrest.
“Can I cum, daddy?” she whined.
“Do you really think you deserve that after teasing me so rudely?”
“Oh god, fuck. Come on already.”
“That didn’t sound like a ‘please’ to me.”
I slowed the motions of my fingers on her swollen clit and she sighed harshly, clenching her teeth, her eyes squinted shut.
“Please daddy!” she whined loudly. “Please let me cum. Finger fuck my little cunt and make me cum for you, baby.”
I smirked and gaziantep escort resumed my stimulation, finally guiding her over the edge. My girl’s body stiffened for an instant, and then she gasped and spasmed. I felt a sudden gush of liquid as she squirted, squirming against my hand, clutching tightly onto my wrist as she shook and heaved against me.
“OH GOD, FUCK!” she screamed. “Oh god, yes Andy. Fuck!”
I laughed. She was mine. Reduced to a quivering mess in her seat and all it took was a couple fingers and some dirty talk. After a few seconds of bucking and writhing she pushed my hand away and her legs shook one last time before she collapsed into a panting pile of sex beside me. Her chest and her cheeks were bright pink now and she looked at me with wasted, half-lidded eyes.
“Shit,” she managed to say. “You fucking asshole. Now look at my skirt!”
“You like it when I mess up your skirts in public and you know it. Don’t even act like you don’t,” I said.
“I’m a helpless damsel, remember? I can’t resist your bullshit. This is all your fault.”
“I needed to conduct an urgent medical experiment. It’s for science.”
Amanda shook her head. She sat up and saw, to her annoyance, that her ponytail had come undone in the struggle and had to be redone again. A few sweaty blonde locks hung over her face. She pulled down the vanity mirror and resumed fixing herself up.
“I don’t get how you’re such a fucking dork all the time until you’re in fuck mode, then all of a sudden you’re Mr. Smooth.”
“It’s a nerd thing, I guess.”
“Yeah, maybe. One of these times you’re gonna wreck the fucking car and it won’t be sexy when you’re explaining this to the cops.”
She reached into the glove box and pulled out some tissues, gently dabbing up some of the fluid in her seat.
I pulled up to her sister’s apartment complex about ten minutes later. The place was rather squalid and bleak, but that was Rachel’s style. Amanda texted her sister to let her know we were here, and a few minutes later she emerged from the building. Amanda rolled down the window and waved her down.
“I can’t believe she’s wearing that to family dinner,” Amanda hissed quietly. I shrugged and waved at her sister. Rachel was a very pretty young woman in her own right, but her style was quite different from her sister’s. Despite being a natural blonde, Rachel chose to dye her hair black. A pair of over-sized hipster glasses framed her delicate face and she sported a dainty nose ring and a silly flower tattoo on her bared shoulder. She wore a tight black crop top and shorts.
“We don’t have all fucking day, ya know!” Amanda spat from her window. Rachel rolled her eyes and got into the back seat. I drove us out of there.
“Hi, Andy,” said Rachel. Her voice was smoky and the stench of freshly smoked weed emanated from her general direction, intermingling curiously with Amanda’s pungent sex odor.
“Hi, Rachel,” I said. “Nice to see you.”
“Smells like you guys have been friggin’ each other like a couple teenagers on prom night.”
“Yeah yeah, go ahead and make fun,” said Amanda. “And you smell like…well, a drug addict.”
“Hey, weed is completely natural and from the Earth, okay?”
“So is cow shit. Do you consume cow shit?”
“What an entirely meaningless question.”
I cleared my throat.
“So tonight’s kind of a big deal for me,” I said. “What with the whole…meeting y’alls dad and everything…”
“And our Aunt Barbara,” Rachel added.
“Right.”
“Andy’s being a lil pussy and stressing out about it,” Amanda explained. Her sister chuckled.
“I’d be worried too if I was a decent looking guy and I was being exposed to Aunt Barbara,” Rachel said. “That bitch is a notorious cougar. She fucks guys half her age all the time, you know.”
“Yeah, if she touches my guy I’ll be serving HER for dinner next time,” Amanda retorted.
The sisters made idle (bitchy) conversation while I carefully eyed Rachel in the rear view mirror. She really was a very pretty girl, with a similar face shape to her sister’s, but a totally different vibe. While Amanda was highly career-driven and sporty, Rachel was more like that stoner chick you lost your virginity to in high school. You know, the type to keep a log she found in the forest in her bedroom to “do magic with.” The type to light incense and philosophize about Marxist concepts she barely understands as she lounges on her bare mattress that she keeps on the floor because who needs bed frames? Fuck it, bed frames are probably a construct of the patriarchy. And when the communist revolution happens, she’ll tell you, there won’t be any need for bed frames. Only weed and Netflix. She unironically goes to poetry slams. She was a massive fan of Harry Potter until about three years ago and you just KNOW that if you saw her tits, there would be nipple piercings.
“Are you still going out with that Trevor guy?” Amanda asked.
“Nope,” Rachel shook her head. “Fucking bastard stood me up again. giresun escort I’m gonna have to get some dick soon ’cause I’m going nuts over here.”
“Fucking jill off more.”
“Fuck you. You got Mr. Let’s Fuck In The Car over here taking care of your every whim and I’m out here strugglin, girl. I need a real man already. Why am I surrounded by idiots?”
“To be fair, you’ve got to have some of the WORST taste in men I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You just got lucky and don’t have to deal with the fact that most men are trash.”
I could sense that Rachel was about to launch into a manifesto on the state of masculinity so I redirected the conversation.
“Amanda has a point,” I said. “You can have orgasms whenever you want without the trouble of dating. Before I met your sister I jerked off all the time and was generally okay with it.”
“Its true. My pussy needs some love, guys. In fact…”
I heard Rachel’s belt buckle coming undone as she pulled down her shorts.
“…I’m getting horny right now just thinking about it.”
“We’re gonna be there in like five minutes, dude,” said Amanda.
“Shush. I’ll make it fast. Why do you guys get to have all the orgasms?”
“I haven’t cum at all yet today,” I offered. Amanda rolled her eyes.
“Shit, I’m fucking wet,” said Rachel. “There’s this really hot guy that always mows the lawn out front that I was staring at when y’all pulled up. Got me all hot.”
“Maybe try talking to him?” said Amanda.
“Nah, the guy’s poor. Like, mad poor.”
“So are you, ya broke bitch.”
“So what? I’m the girl.”
I heard the sound of Rachel’s wetness and her panting from the backseat as we drove along. Amanda continued to fix her hair and makeup in the mirror without a care in the world. It was always interesting to me how Rachel’s sexual vocalizations sounded so similar to her sister’s, which I guess is only natural. I heard her fingers rubbing her wet little pussy frantically and her breathing became labored and desperate.
“Oh fuck I’m so soaked,” she said. “I really wanna suck that guy’s cock. I could probably cum just from going down on him.”
“You realize you could just fuck the guy and not date him, right? That’s a thing?” said Amanda.
“I don’t trust random hook-ups.”
My girlfriend rolled her eyes again and looked at me.
“That’s her way of saying she’s awkward around guys.”
“Fuck you, bro!” Rachel snapped.
“It’s true. You’re not exactly the head of the fucking cheerleader squad yourself, sis.”
Rachel’s sex smell filled the car. Her breathing quickened. I glanced into the rear view mirror for a brief look at her, with her legs splayed, her shorts and panties around her ankles, her head thrown back in pleasure and her eyes closed tightly shut. Her mound was hairy and her pubic hair glistened with fuck juice. Amanda cleared her throat and gave me an admonishing look so I turned my attention back to the road. She was always slightly jealous around her sister.
“Oh my god I am so gonna cum,” Rachel breathed. “Oh fuck. I want his cock. I wanna suck it so bad, goddam.”
“That’s not gonna happen ’cause someone’s a pussy,” Amanda retorted.
“Shh,” Rachel spat back. She let out a sweet, pure moan that honestly sent a little electric shock to my groin area. Last thing I needed was to get a boner for my girlfriend’s sister right in front of her.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck! My pussy feels so good, fuck! Pin me down and fuck me, baby…”
She was no longer speaking to anybody in particular. Just pleasing herself, expressing her feelings. Amanda finished the last touches on her make up and shut the vanity mirror. Suddenly Rachel grabbed onto the headrest behind her sister with her free hand for support while she sent herself over the edge, accidentally pushing her a little.
“Hey, watch it!” said Amanda.
“Oh my god, Fuck! Slap me and pin me down, baby. Fucking make me.”
“Aaaand there she goes…”
“God yes! Oh god, fuck me! Fuck a baby into my dirty little cunt. Breed me. I’m a fucking whore. Force me to take it like a whore…”
Rachel’s impassioned cries culminated in a loud, primal scream and she stiffened up, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Finally she shuddered and collapsed into the same puddle of sex that her sister had only moments before, breathing softly in the silence.
“God that was good,” she said softly.
“Dude, the shit you say when you’re cumming is whack.”
“You’re being more of a bitch than usual, you know that?”
Rachel pulled her shorts back on and straightened out her hair. Amanda was right, we got to her parent’s house in no time. Pulling into a pleasant suburban neighborhood on the affluent side of town, I considered the fact that I had a lot of impressing to do as I looked around at the rows of million dollar houses that surrounded us. Amanda’s childhood home stood proudly at the end of a cul-de-sac, a two-story house with a beautiful front porch and a white picket fence surrounding the backyard. Both of her parent’s cars were parked in the driveway, as well as a minivan, indicating that Aunt Barbara had already arrived. It was show time. I took a deep breath and felt my feelings of lust replaced with a tense knot in my stomach. I took my sweet time finding a parking spot on the street and reluctantly shut off the engine.
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