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It was Henry David Thoreau in Walden who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness — a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
THE NAUGHTIEST SISTER — a story about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
Susan Walker held Mike’s cock with both hands, gently digging her fingertip under the loose foreskin. She looked up and gave his shocked expression a hungry smile.
“You don’t like this?” she teased, pulling the swelling prick closer to her mouth. “Tell me you don’t like it, and I’ll stop.”
Mike couldn’t believe what was happening, let alone even comment on it. He watched her part her lips slowly and dart her tongue out, barely touching the tip of it to the underside of his shaft.
The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through his loins. He saw his hands move, as if pulled by a magnet, then rest on her shoulders. Her skin was as creamy and smooth as he knew it would be — yielding but firm.
“Want to play with my tits?” Susan asked, unbuttoning her blouse. “You do that while I suck you good.”
“Jesus!” Mike whispered when he saw the huge melon-sized breasts flop forward. Her nipples were the color of coral, gently throbbing, perfectly shaped. He lowered his hands and cupped them, digging his thumbs into the delicate flesh. “Jesus!” he whispered again, spreading his legs a little wider.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.