Family Favourites Pt. 02

After watching this amazing woman quickly and expertly lock each of the seventeen increasingly intimidating and growing locks that rattled and clicked as her hands moved over them, I found myself wondering if it might have been safer to keep all the creeps out, or more dangerous to be locked in with Grace. I almost wanted to go back to the dude with the smokes and underwear. I'm gonna be honest, it may just have been the lighting, or the shabbiness of this building, but I had no idea what to expect here, and I had this sinking feeling like I was in the fuckin' Shining. Just as long as Grace doesn't strip and turn into a saggy old woman in a bath tub, it's all good. Right?

I have to say, though, this place, despite being small and not the prettiest, was nice. It was homey, you know. Whoever her friends were, they kept it well. Shout out to that awesome tarantula by the way. My boy sitting there, waving its two front legs at me and attacking the glass like it wanted to eat me. Down boy. One thing that I did notice straight away was the smell of lavender, and how this place was really just big enough for one person.

"So, it's just your friend around here?" I asked, trying to cool the air and not instantly give in to the mad randiness that this woman was invoking. Though really all I wanted was to take the tush and slap the bush like a caveman in modern times on a porno.

"Most of the time, not always." Grace said with a wink as she tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter and pulled off her red coat, removing her heels and stomping barefoot off to the side about six feet away, already winding down, to hang the coat up on the floor. I could tell she needed some stress relief. Me, being the nice and honest guy I pride myself upon being, decided that fucking her anally was the only way to relieve that stress. It was my responsibility.

"Don't be shy Randy, make yourself comfortable." Was all I got as Grace walked past me toward the refrigerator, which was about six feet to the other side of me. I saw nervousness through the omnipresent grin, and heard the sting of it in that sexy, raspy voice that she could control the best of men with. Thankfully, I wasn't the best of men. That tarantula was happy to see her though.

At this point I was sitting back against the counter top and I felt the fuckin' thing wobbling, so before I went, I carefully slid away from the end as Grace bends over in front of me. Good Lord was I not expecting this, though really I should have seen it coming given the situation and who I was dealing with. Her short skirt slid all the way up her ass, with the exact same timing as me sliding across the counter for safety. I chuckled at the idea that if I slid back to the other side of the counter, her dress would slide back down, and then I would be too distracted by going back and forth, and watching her skirt moving up and down. I'm a weirdo, I know. No worries, I wasn't about to risk my life with that counter just to watch that amazingly tight ass be revealed to me over and over again. My jaw did drop, however, when I saw that pretty little vulva in her red lace panties poking proudly from under her perfect cheeks. God, I loved that ass, and even though I was determined to not crawl after her, I had spent the past six months of our new living situation being the most perverted step brother out there, dreaming about living out badly written pornos where they show all the fucking, and cut the end when the dude is about to cum. I spent all my time staring at that ass, every chance I could get. You can imagine my surprise the first time I saw her in her underwear; wearing a tight t-shirt that should have ripped apart from the pressure of her massive tits, but instead lifted up to reveal most of her front, from just a few inches below her tits to her plunging panty line. Such a tight body, so fucking sexy. That first time was topped off by the tiny panties she wore and the fact that she was barefoot. If her chest didnt burst throigh her t-shirt like a baby xeno from the alien movies, my cock certainly burst from my pants. I wish I could say that it hadn't happened before I got to the bathroom.

"Want something to drink, honey?" She called from inside the refrigerator as I watched the way her brown hair fell from her head, the way her tits hung from her chest and how that fine little ass stuck out and was perfectly shaped by her black skirt. I couldn't take it, so I did the unthinkable and got right up behind her, and pressed my solid cock gently but firmly between her barely skirt covered cheeks, pretending to look into the fridge with her. I felt my tip press against her vulva and she arched her back and looked back at me.

This would have been the point where I could have found out if I had been completely misreading the situation, and she just wanted to get some booze. Boy I would not have liked to experience the circumstances of my perverted conclusion jumping when all she wanted was to drink without being grilled by mom and stepdad.

"You getting a good look back there?" Grace said with a cheeky chuckle and a wiggle of her ass.

"Got any beer?" I ask with a bit too much gruffness, trying to seem nonchalant. She didn't even jump at feeling me pressed up behind her, but she looked back over her shoulder and arched her back and I think that I would have jizzed myself and probably her too if I wasn't determined to seem smooth. With an eyebrow raised and a cocky grin, I take the beer bottle and throw it into the air, intending to impressively catch it after letting it spin multiple times over exactly ten seconds of hang time. Of course it hit my hand and flew at the wall and smashed a few feet away from us. I heard another angry scream from kne if the apartments beneath us, the kind you hear in movies, and a gun went off, blowing a couple of holes in the floor around us.

"Oh thats just Old Dan. Hey Old Dan!" Grace shouted and he screamed even louder.

"Nailed it." I said nervously about the bottle as Grace dodged more flying bullets to get me another beer. She then got back to me and removed my jacket before I realized what was happening. I was obviously still staring at her tits, as I turned my face to the side, to tip my head back far enough to take a high swig from the bottle. God this woman smelled and felt amazing. It took me a second to realise that my hand was on her tight hip and she pressed herself against me to pull my jacket down my arms. I took another swig as she undid my belt and she suddenly kissed me before I could swallow the beer. I felt her delicious tongue sliding past my lips and the beer drained from my mouth to hers. I felt the rough structures of her braces as I pushed my tongue back her throat. I think at this point, she knew what I wanted, and I knew what she wanted. Either that, or I was imagining all of this and I had just kissed my step sister, given her the mouthful of alcohol that was in my mouth, and shoved my tongue back her throat. If this was just my step sister wanting to secretly drink, I would have deserved whatever testicle assault that came my way. She pulled off my lips gently and I was surprised to be left with a rough ball of gum in my beer tasting mouth, that wasn't there before she kissed me. Thankfully my testicles received no knee strike. That tarantula genuinely just made a throat cutting motion at me however.

She guided me with a growing grin to the small, but surprisingly comfortable sofa not six feet from the wobbly counter of death, and pushed me down. I sat, obediently, and splayed my legs open in comfort as, in front of me, Grace flashed her braces at me and sat down on the small coffee table and began touching her bare feet and purple, painted toes to the inside of my thigh. At this point I was developing a serious foot fetish, which is crazy, because I don't like feet, but hers were so sexy.

She sat down on the ground in front of me and stared right at me, hungry.

"So... Grace... Why the sudden interest in little old me?" Nailed it. She smiled widely up at me and nearly blinded me with her braces, fuckin' hell, and without saying a word, quickly put her hands between my legs. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I stupidly sat up to protest, but she firmly planted a hand on my chest to shove me back down. With the other hand, a button of hers popped open and the top of her dress violently parted that bit more. A pump if adrenaline suddenly threw me into survival mode as, to my complete surprise, the next button snapped and flew straight at me, narrowly zipping past my evading head and smashing the glass of the tarantula cage behind me. As if nothing happened, I stared back at her chest, and could see her black, lace bra, because I'm just that cool. Not like a freakin' tarantula on the loose was anything to be nervous about. I was determined not to allow even fuckin' that to get in my way of this crazy chick. Amazing what a single button would hide. Her tits pressed out harder as her hand came down from my chest to fondle my bulging cock in my pants. At this point, had I shot my load, it would have gone so fast that it would have shot through my pants, and hit her in the face, knocking her out cold. I am just that good.

"Oh. It's hard already." Her jaw dropped and she quickly popped out the last button, revealing the full depth of her spilling breasts. I groaned as I saw a light pink ghost nipple peaking at me from above the sparse coverage of her lace bra. Suddenly, as I took another mouthful of alcohol, both of her hands were on my belt, and quickly succeeded in unleashing the beast. Let me just tell you that at this moment in time I didn't know up from down, and I am still absolutely confused, but I do know that by the look on her face at seeing my dick being exposed from my crotch with one of her hands, she was impressed. She pulled it completely free and tried to jerk it but got distracted by my absolutely tiny balls. I don't think she cared all that much, she was happy with the business end. She was in a fit of laughter because she was excited to finally get hold of me. Thats why she was laughing.

I was amazed, and I am still trying to work out the turn of events in my head when she swallowed my head, my shaft and my length in one quick, effortless gulp. The wetness. Christ. The warmth. Oh Lord. The tightness. I have never been throated so perfectly and my toes went numb as I battered back the urge to bust a nut down her throat. I saw that tarantula eyeing me from on top of the TV and as Grace grinned with my cock deep in her throat, I waved my fist and promised I would bust that tarantula up if it came near me.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of expertly keeping herself down on my solid shaft, she rose back up and with a grin and a wink, and then slammed back down to the bottom and licked my little balls. Where did she learn this?!

"Jesus Christ, no introduction, just straight into it eh?!" I yelped as she gagged a bit. So she wasn't bionic! I didn't notice her slipping her shoulders out of her dress but when she finally came back up, grinning with saliva all over her braces and lines of spit stretching between the back of my cock and her crooked ass teeth and red lips, I saw heaven.

She stayed up this time and I nearly cried because of course I wanted another one, but I nearly cried for real on seeing her open the clip at the front of her poor, lacy bra that just couldn't hold anything back much longer. It was done, that poor bra. It had reached the end of the road, sung its last hoorah, and it could finally sleep. Rest well, brave one. Know peace from now until the end of time.

The bra cups parted aggressively as her huge tits spilled forth and took their natural shape. The devil woman teased me, holding her nearly bare tits, now completely topless and only wearing her skirt. She kept her bra pressed tight to her chest as she kneaded her tits in front of me, holding the cups to keep herself covered. The sight alone made me spurt some precum. Then she licked up the length of my cock and just as she pulled the bra away from her massive breasts, she robbed me of the reveal by going straight back down on my cock, and swallowing it to the balls, with no hands. I swear, I could feel her stomach, and I could feel her face on my lower abs.

I nearly gagged, and Jesus, I was about to blow when she choked and came back up, grabbin' on my cock and a-jerkin' on it as I took a nervous swig of beer. Her tits were just fuckin' beautiful. The nipples were perfect, the size was bigger than I expected and they didn't hang lazily, oh no, they were firm and full of lift, and they were the most perfect tits I had ever seen. The only ones in reality, but thats beside the point. I am still delighted that they were my first. I could feel them pressing against my thighs as she jerked me off, gasping for air with spit going down her chin. Her lipstick was already smudged and so help me she was loving it.

"So... Uh... Grace... Your friend has a lovely place..." Was all I could intelligently blurt out as she pressed the underside of my tip to her tongue and jerked me quickly, before fuckin' going back down, but not completely this time. I don't know if I was thankful for the fact that she didn't swallow me, or furious. It was an outrage, I tell you!

Jerkin' and suckin', Graces braces grinned and gleamed with saliva and smudged lipstick as her brown doe eyes stared into mine the entire god damned time. Holy cow, was she goin' for it too. Soon, she went straight down as if my cock wasn't there, and purposely made a muffled, whining noise and crossed her eyes. That would have been it for me, but she rose up and let her tongue hang on her chin, with a thick line of spit flowing down my cock from her open mouth as her brown eyes remained crossed. Somebody has been watching some Japanese cartoons.

I pulled off my trousers completely and stood up, kicking it off and pulling Grace up to her feet. Standing just a couple of inches shorter than me, her height was perfect. My lips met hers and I swear I had never been so happy to french a crooked ass teeth woman in my life. My tongue danced on her braces, and her tongue played around mine. My hands rose up and I held her close to me by her lower back with one, and of course, finally, happily, I took hold of those tits I have wanted to grab since the moment she moved in with my step dad. I kneaded that soft, fleshy balloon and I pinched at her ghost nipple as she jerked me off and groaned into my mouth.

Without a word, this perfect woman pushed me back down into the sofa, squatted down in front of me and squeezed my throbbin' shaft between her tight, enveloping and soft cleavage. I suddenly screamed as that heck dang tarantula flew at my face and I narrowly dodged it, and Grace grinned as the eight legged demon careened past me and flipped me the bird.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, if that scream is anything to go by." Grace winked up at me. Lord, was she dumb. Thank Christ she was good at cock munchin' am I right? She held the base of my cock with one hand under her tits and pressed her tits around my tip with the other arm, holding them together in her hand and forearm. Without the need for bobbing up and down, Grace simply moved those beautiful, bouncy things with her hands and before I knew it, I was titty fucking this former dumb blonde, now dumb brunette, and all she was doing, was smiling up at me with her slop covered braces. Things had taken a crazy turn, it is surely safe to say, and I am no sucker but I was about to blow.

I nearly fuckin' screamed when she stopped and motioned for me to stand up, giggling and grinning at me with no remorse as I trembled with need to explode.

"No way you are getting off that easy, Randy." Came the mocking wink before she pulled the rest of my clothes off in one quick motion like a freakin' circus act, like my clothes were torn at the seams and connected together with freakin' hook and loop. She swatted my hands back when I tried to strip her skirt. Soon enough that too fell to the ground and I nearly dropped dead at seeing her trimmed, pantyless pussy drooling between her legs. When did she take that off?!

"Time for some real fun, Randy". My jaw hung slack like it had been broken as I stared at that beautiful patch of dark stubble above her tiny slit, and I swear I thought I had gone to Hell when I saw how wide that thigh gap was. Oh. My. Golly. Gosh. With a cherry on top.

She squatted down again and took my cock in one gulp, and I shook like a bowl of jelly. She held my clenching ass cheeks hard as she forced herself to stay down for as long as she could. After a palpating lifetime of being lodged in her throat, and her body tensing and relaxing with gag after gag, her head flew off my cock and she coughed aggressively. Her brown doe eyes watered and her mascara was running down her smiling cheeks. All I could do was pray to the almighty god of dicks that my cock would be granted freedom from this torture. If I hadn't cum by the time she put me in her pussy, I was positive that within a half second of sliding not but an inch into her, I would blast her pussy with my biggest recorded load. We don't want that. Do we?

"Don't you cum yet Randy!" She must have heard my pathetic inner begging to the sex god himself, Rupert Holmes. Without a blink or a breath, Grace had her chin to my balls again and instead of staying down, she swallowed me repeatedly, bobbing her head with my cock deep in her throat. Time after time just gulped me.

Her braces pinched as they pulled on my pubes and my solid cock relaxed, knowing with the wisdom of the universal tuna that its time had come. To cum.

Rupert Holmes' angelic voice drifted into the forefront of my consciousness, moments after the iconic opening drum beat kicked in with the piano and guitar riff of "The Piña Colada Song". Graces aggressive gags as she slammed deep on my cock over and over with her spasming throat was drowned out by the iconic sixteen bars of music which came straight from heaven.

The garbled groans that came from my expanding, deep red face and bulging eyes as my body vibrated like I was strapped in an electric chair as the bars repeated over and over sounded like I was trying to speak to my boy Pedro the mad taxi driver. Grace gagged hard and came straight off my cock in an explosion of saliva, and as I tried to obey her glare not to cum, Ruperts silken, sexual voice finally uttered the word "Escape" and the ancient law of nature took over with the most painfully excellent explosion I had ever experienced. Whoo! Fuck me what a day!

Now I came so hard that I felt like I could belt out one of those epic deep notes that only a male opera singer could achieve. Instead, what I do? I screeched. Like a freakin' monkey. After catching his left testicle under a falling coconut whilst at the same time getting pelted in the back of the head by another coconut that happened to be flying directly at him from the the hand of a disgruntled monkey friend and impacted the same time his nut fell victim to gravity acting upon another hairy, round object.

"Aah! Aah! Aah!" As I blasted Graces brace face with my hot, thick goop. Like mustard on a hot dog. Yeah baby.

It glooped out in one or two tablespoons all over her braces like frosting on a cake of crooked ass teeth and despite her furious warnings not to nut, all that poor Grace could do was laugh. More than likely out of being surprised at how verile and manly I seemed as I pumped my load all over her face and tits. Almost godlike. She was converted, and reduced to laughing and pointing at my howling glory and my masculine body. The final chorus of "The Piña Colada Song" charged victoriously through my blind climax as I rattled like a ragdoll and groaned like my balls were in my throat.