Too Short Not to Fuck

Literotic asexstories – Too Short Not to Fuck by StillStunned,StillStunned Author’s note: This snippet began as a sequel to “Too Late Not to Fuck”. As I was writing, though, I realised that there wasn’t going to be much story, just sex, and so I abandoned it.

A bit ago I found the draft and decided it was a shame not to share it. I’ve finished it now as a thank-you to everyone who’s read the other stories in the series. Don’t expect any twists, turns or development: it’s just what happened The Morning After. A bit of fun, nothing more – hence the title. To find out how the characters fare further down the road, check out “A Fool Not to Fuck”. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this fragment!

===

The garage was dark and cold when I woke. For an instant I was back in that sleeping bag with Sal six months earlier. I pulled her close against me, pressing my cock against her crack and savouring her warmth.

But her scent was different, and the body beneath my exploring fingers wasn’t as slim. The nipple that I was rubbing topped a boob that was larger, heavier. The hip that my hand slid down was wider, though the waist was just as tiny. The short hairs beneath her stomach weren’t as fine.

But the lips that parted under my probing fingers were just as soft. The soft sigh that emanated from the pillow was just as happy. And the blood surging into my cock was just as hot.

Aisha turned to face me. “Morning.” Her eyes were still closed.

I reached round and pulled her close. She nuzzled her face in my neck. “What time is it?”

“Dunno.” I began to reach for my phone, then decided I’d rather squeeze her arse. “Time for a bit of squeezing.”

She giggled and kissed my chest. Her hand slipped between our bodies and found my cock. “Squeeze!”

I gave a grunt, then a sigh as her hand began to tug gently. I reached further round her arse and slid my fingers along her crack. She shivered slightly as they brushed over her hole, then I found the moistness of her lips.

Aisha sighed and wriggled her arse, then she pulled away suddenly. Her hand was still on my cock, though.

“What’s wrong?”

She pushed herself upright, then gasped and pulled the blanket around her. It was my turn to gasp in shock as the cold air slid over my naked body. I reached for the blankets with a yelp, but she was on her feet and heading for the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” I called after her, scampering off the bed to turn on the heating. That done, I followed her into the bathroom. It was always warmer in there.

Aisha had discovered that too. The blanket was on the floor and she was naked. My cock, which had begun to sag from the surprise and the cold, gave a twitch and reared up.

She stepped towards the wide shower. “We promised Sal she could join in,” she explained as she began to turn the taps. “I’m not going to be selfish. See whether she’s awake.”

Casting a wistful glance at the toilet — I needed a wizz, but that was going to be impossible with my cock pointing straight up — I picked up the blanket and left her to it.

The cold air in the other room had a softening effect on my cock, if only slightly. I distracted myself by looking for my phone and sending Sal a message. You awake?

A moment later the checkmarks turned blue. Just thinking about last night

Aisha won’t let me start without you

You can tell her I’m on my way

A moment later my phone buzzed again. Remember what you promised to do to me?

As if I could forget. It had been my last thought before I fell asleep, and it had been in the forefront of my mind ever since Aisha said we had to wait. Fuck Sal from behind as she eats out Aisha’s pussy.

“Well,” I told my cock, “let’s see whether it’s cold enough outside for us to have that piss.”

It was, barely, and by the time I came back inside the garage was warming up nicely. There was no sign of Sal yet, so I took off the jeans that I’d pulled on for the sake of modesty and went to the bathroom.

A wave of steam hit me. Aisha had her eyes closed, her arms above her head, turning in the jets of water that sprayed from the nozzles on the wall. She’d tied her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet.

I admired her naked form for a long moment while I hastily scrubbed the sleep from my mouth. The idea that this beautiful woman liked me enough to have sex with me was one that still took my breath away. The idea that she was going to make me wait for it was enough to make my cock surge again.

My body was glowing from the freezing air outside as I stepped under the shower with her. She greeted me with a kiss and pulled me close. “That took you a long time. I was beginning to wonder whether the two of you had started without me.”

For a moment I thought of explaining about going outside, then I realised she probably didn’t want to know. “I thought I’d give you a few minutes’ privacy.” I ran my hands over her wet skin. It was smooth despite the water. “Sal’s on her way.”

“She’s already here.”

We looked round. Sal was standing by the bathroom door. She was wearing a pair of pink shorts, and a white top that clung to her body and showed her nipples. “Don’t let me interrupt. Last night you said I was allowed to watch.”

Aisha gave her a long look, then grasped my cock. “I think this has enough in it for both of us. Don’t you?”

Sal flashed her a grin. “Between the two of us, I’m sure we can get it up whenever we want to.”

It was certainly up now. Aisha’s hand was sending shivers up and down my spine. My head was purple and swollen.

She looked down at it. “Would you like me to suck that?”

All I could do was nod. I really wanted her to suck it.

She turned off the shower and knelt down, keeping away from the water dripping down the walls. Aisha could be quite precious about her hair. It also meant that I was looking directly at Sal.

I met her gaze. Her eyes were large and solemn, her lips were parted slightly. I tried to give her a grin, but just then I felt Aisha’s hot breath on my cock, followed immediately by her even hotter mouth.

I closed my eyes and tried to stifle my moan. When I opened them again Sal was grinning. “He likes that.”

Aisha gave a muffled “Hmmph” and sucked me into her mouth.

Sal’s hand disappeared down the front of her shorts. I saw her fingers working. “Is it good?” she whispered. “She looks like she’s enjoying it. Having your cock in her mouth. Sucking it. Playing with her tongue.” Her eyes were wide, flicking from my face down to where my shaft disappeared between Aisha’s lips. “Do you think she’s enjoying it too? Do you think it makes her hot?”

Aisha’s head turned to her, and she made another muffled sound around my cock. Sal grinned. “I take it that means yes.”

Aisha nodded, an exaggerated movement with my cock bobbing up and down in her mouth, then she turned her attention back to me. I felt her suck my cock all the way in while her tongue swirled around my head. I didn’t realise I was moaning until Sal began to whisper again.

“You hear that? He’s enjoying it too. How long do you think he’ll last? You can’t make him cum too soon. He hasn’t done anything to deserve it. Not yet.”

Aisha hummed around my cock, sending a new thrill along my shaft and down between my legs and drawing a gasp from me. I wanted to close my eyes, but the sight of Sal was too good to miss.

She’d pulled the top up to reveal her small breasts, and was pinching at a nipple, drawing it out between finger and thumb and rolling it around. The other hand was still working away in her shorts. A flush had turned her neck and chest bright pink.

She caught me looking. “Close your eyes,” she told me. “You should be concentrating on what Aisha’s doing, not me.”

As if in agreement Aisha’s hand tightened around my shaft. I gave in and shut my eyes, leaning back against the shower wall. The cold, hard surface provided a welcome counterpoint to the warmth and softness of Aisha’s mouth.

For a long moment that was all there was: the wall, my cock in Aisha’s mouth, and the sound of the water still dripping from the shower. Then Sal’s voice came again. It was closer now, lower down. Almost beside Aisha’s head.

“Yess,” she hissed, so close I could feel her breath on my stomach. “Suck him. Get him so hot he can’t stand it.”

I risked glancing down. She’d taken her top off completely, and was running a hand over Aisha’s back. Up and down, up and down. Then the hand disappeared around the curve of my girlfriend’s arse. The sucking faltered for a moment, then continued. Aisha’s eyes swivelled round to meet Sal’s. I quickly closed mine. Knowing what my sister was doing was pushing me closer to the brink, and I didn’t want it to end just yet.

“Is he close?” Sal’s voice was deep and breathy. “Is he ready to fuck us?”

“Yes!” I gasped. “Aisha, please… stop! S-stop or finish me off!”

Slowly, almost reluctantly, her lips pulled off my cock. I twitched once or twice as her tongue continued to tease, but to my relief I managed to force down the spark that had formed in my groin.

I opened my eyes again as I heard Sal rise to her feet. Her body pressed against mine, tiny and firm. She brought her face close and looked at me. Suddenly I felt her fingers at my mouth. They were sticky. “She liked it, I think. Almost as much as you did. Taste her.”

I parted my lips. Aisha’s aroma filled my nostrils, and I sucked her arousal from my sister’s fingers. I felt more than heard Sal gasp and teased her with my tongue. Her fingers lingered in my mouth for a few second longer, then she pulled them out.

“Are you going to return the favour?” She was trying to sound in control, but I heard the tremor in her voice. Part of my mind wondered whether she was getting off on ordering us around, or whether it was just force of habit. For now, though, I was happy to go along with it. Sal usually knew what was best, and eating out Aisha was always a good idea.

The three of us made our way to the bed, passing around a towel to dry off. The room was nice and warm by now, and the bed looked a lot more inviting than the shower. Sal put her arms around Aisha’s waist and raised her face to kiss her. My girlfriend put her hands on Sal’s arse and pulled her close. Their lips met, softly at first, a gentle kiss. Almost hesitant. Then Sal’s fingers dug into Aisha’s skin and her mouth opened.

I caught a glimpse of tongues, pink and moist. The sight of these two beautiful girls kissing, pressed against each other, was erotic in a way that I couldn’t have ever imagined from watching porn. There was a sense of intimacy, of two sexy women coming together not only physically, but emotionally as well.

After what seemed like an eternity their lips parted. Their eyes were fixed on each other, and suddenly Aisha smiled. Without looking at me she murmured, “I think we just made your brother’s day.”

“I know,” Sal replied with a soft kiss. “His mouth is wide open. Perhaps he’s hoping to put it somewhere.”

“That sounds like a very good idea.” Aisha rubbed her nose against Sal’s, then turned to me. “Is that what you want? To put–”

I didn’t let her finish. I was used to my sister bossing me around, but with my girlfriend I thought I still had the chance to maintain some control.

So I grabbed her arm and pulled her free from Sal. With a growl of “I’ll show you what I want” I pushed her onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, boobs swaying a little, then settled back, arms and legs spread wide. Her eyes were wide and shining.

I threw myself on top of her before she could rise or roll away. Not that she was giving any indication that she wanted to, but I didn’t want her and Sal to seize the control away from me again.

She squealed as I drew a nipple into my mouth. It was a happy sound, the laugh of someone enjoying herself to the fullest. I glanced up to see her looking down at me. We grinned at each other, then she put her hand on my head. “Lower,” she instructed. “You know what I want.”

Telling myself that I was just doing what I was going to do all along I slid off the bed until my face was between her legs. Her lips were showing pink through the sticky dark hairs, her arousal gleaming wetly.

Her hand was still on my head, and she pulled me against her. Her scent hit my nostrils an instant before my lips met hers. I slid my tongue between them, tasting her, feeling her heat against my face. A hair tickled my nose.

Her clit was hard and swollen. I flicked it, then sucked it into my mouth. She writhed against me, grunting and gasping. I could feel shivers running through her body with every move of my tongue or lips. She was getting close, I could tell.

Suddenly I felt the fingers being pulled from my hair, then Sal was shouldering me aside. “Let me,” she whispered. “I want another taste.” The look she gave me said she wanted more, though.

I moved aside, ignoring Aisha’s soft moan of “Nooo…”. It turned to another gasp as Sal picked up where I left off. For a moment, torn between jealousy and excitement, I watched her blonde head moving rhythmically between my girlfriend’s legs, then I decided to make the most of the situation.

Sal’s arse was pointing up in the air, still covered by her pink shorts. I moved behind her and leaned over her back until my face was beside hers. Watching as she licked at Aisha’s slit, I kissed her cheek, then her neck. A shiver ran through her. She opened her eyes to glance at me, then closed them again.

I moved my lips from her neck to her back, kissing and licking my way down her spine. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my lips. It felt intimate, more intimate than fucking. My hands slipped down her sides and found her breasts, her hard nipples that responded so eagerly to my fingers.

Aisha’s breathing was shuddering, quick and shallow. I glanced at her. Her eyes were open, flicking from Sal to me and back to Sal. She was gripping at the sheets, hands clenching and unclenching. “Fff–” she began.

I’d reached Sal’s arse by this time, and pulled the shorts down over her hips. She wiggled to help me get them off her, and seconds later I was staring at two pale cheeks, separated by her pink slit.

Aisha was staring at me now, mouth open. Slowly, deliberately, I took my cock and ran it along my sister’s lips. Arousal coated my head immediately, and I positioned it against her entrance and pressed forward.

Sal grunted, and Aisha closed her eyes and gave a low wail. Her body tensed, shook, twisted this way and that. Her fingers gripped at the sheets and she bucked against Sal’s face. “Fuck!” she whispered. “Fuck her, fuck, f–!”

Sal stopped licking and rested her cheek on Aisha’s pussy. She pushed her hips back at me every time I thrust into her. The pink lips were wrapped around my shaft like a mouth as I slid in and out. I took her waist in my hands and pulled her against me. Her breath was rasping, punctuated by grunts.

Then Aisha slid off the bed and sat on the floor beside my knee. One hand went up between Sal’s legs, the other grabbed my arse. I could feel her fingers rubbing at my sister’s pussy, making tight circles around her clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. The spark of my climax was growing stronger and stronger with each thrust.

Sal’s grunts became short moans. “Yes,” she whispered, “fuck me, big brother, fuck me, fuck me, fuck–!”

Suddenly she broke off. Her pussy clenched around my cock as she gave a wordless cry, body going rigid and shaking. I felt myself swell up inside her as my orgasm battered against the wall of my will, battered and forced its way through, and my own body shuddered as I exploded in release, sending dart after dart of white-hot flames shooting into my sister’s pussy, leaving me gasping, panting, leaning my weight on the round arse before me.

Then strong hands were pushing me away, and Aisha buried her face between Sal’s legs, licking and sucking and making Sal moan and shake all over again, until she waved a feeble hand and gasped, “Stop, please, stop…”

Moments later the three of us were curled up on the bed, the sheets pulled over us and our arms holding each other close. Sal had enough presence of mind to set the alarm on her phone to wake us before Mum and Dad got home, then we fell asleep.

===

After lunch Mum insisted on driving Aisha to the station. Sal and I went along too, of course, banished to the back seat while Mum chattered away to my girlfriend and apologised yet again for not being around to make breakfast.

We arrived at the station early. It was surprisingly busy for New Year’s Day, with cars lining up and people getting in and out. Mum dropped us all off and gave Aisha a last hug. Sal and I would see Aisha off, then catch a bus back. “No need for you to hunt for somewhere to park. Just go straight home and catch up on your sleep.”

Lots of hugs later Aisha was on her way to her parents’ place and Sal and I were boarding a Number 7 bus. “Hello, Mr Clive,” I said. “Happy New Year.”

Mr Clive had been driving the Number 7 bus for as long as I could remember. His kids had gone to school with us.

Sal chose a pair of seats near the back, even though the bus was mostly empty. We sat, and I pulled off my coat. It was hot, after the cold air outside. Sal gave me a look. “What?”

“Stripping for me in public? This is a kinky side of you I haven’t seen before.”

I found myself grinning. “I know, right? I must be some kind of pervert.” I folded my coat in my lap as the bus set off.

“Now you’re just begging for it.” Sal’s hand slipped under my coat, gliding across my thigh towards my flies. “Alright, I’ll play along.” Her fingers began tugging at the zip.

Trying hard to keep a straight face — and to stop the flow of blood surging into my cock — I hissed, “Sal! People will see!”

“No-one will see.” She was looking out of the window at the cars driving by, chin resting on her left hand. “Just act naturally.”

Kicking up a fuss wouldn’t do much good, I knew. Once Sal had her mind set on something, she got her way. And besides…

Besides, it was exciting. Public sex wasn’t really a fantasy of mine, but Sal in a sexy mood was the greatest turn-on I’d ever encountered. I was hard just from knowing that she was feeling a thrill as she pulled my cock free from my trousers.

It felt incredible that nobody could tell what was going on. Sal’s tiny hand was stroking the length of my shaft, squeezing on its way up, relaxing on the way back down. “Are you enjoying it?” she murmured.

“Nngh.” I tried to look relaxed.

“Want me to suck you instead?”

I nearly jumped out of my seat. I might have yelped. A couple of people turned uncurious eyes towards us. At the front, Mr Clive looked at me in his mirror. “You alright there?”

I smiled and gave a reassuring wave. If my face was red, well, I’d just made a bit of a fool of myself, hadn’t I? Mr Clive turned his attention back to the road.

Sal was looking at me, face full of exaggerated concern. “What’s the matter? Did something startle you?” Her hand hadn’t stopped rubbing my cock.

I tried to give her an angry look. Just then the bus stopped, and one of the passengers nearby rose to get off. Can he see what’s going on? If he could, he showed no sign of it.

But now an elderly couple were walking up the aisle towards us. Sal half rose. “Would you like to sit here? Come on, big brother, get up.”

My heart lurched. Did she really expect me to get up, hard cock sticking out of my trousers? Especially after she’d just identified me as her brother?

Luckily the old lady just smiled and shook her head. “Thank you, dearie, but we’ll take these seats.” She indicated a few rows behind us. “Happy New Year.”

Sal replied in kind, and I muttered the words as well as they shuffled past. That tiny hand was still tugging away as the bus set off again.

“You’re going to have to cum soon,” Sal murmured. “We only have a few more stops to go.”

“It’s not going to happen if you keep doing stuff like that.” Two scares so soon after each other had dampened my arousal quite a bit. My cock was still hard, but a climax seemed a long way off.

“Then how about you just think about this morning. And last night. Did you enjoy it?”

“You know I did.” The memories were still fresh in my mind. “Did you?”

“Oh yes. I didn’t even mind sharing you. Much.” She leaned her head on my shoulder, face towards the window. “It was my first time with a girl, did you know?”

“I– I…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Now I know why you like eating pussy.” Her hand was moving rapidly up and down my shaft. “It’s hot.”

And just like that I felt the familiar tingling between my legs. “Go on…”

“You want to hear more? About how sexy it was to have my face between Aisha’s thighs? How I enjoyed how she responded?”

The bus came to another stop and two people left. No-one was paying any attention to us. In a moment of clarity I dug around until I found my coat pocket and pulled out a paper tissue. I pretended to blow my nose, then casually slid my hand out of sight.

“Smart,” Sal commented. “Does this mean you’re nearly there? Because we have to get off soon. Mr Clive will think it’s strange if we don’t.”

I grunted in reply. The tingle was growing.

“Shall I continue then? I loved it when you fucked me this morning. I was making Aisha cum, which was so hot, and then you were lying over me, and kissing my back, and then I felt your cock pressing against me…”

I remembered it vividly. I was close to release.

“I could have cum just from you fucking me, I think. I wanted you to keep fucking me all day long. I was so close that Aisha’s fingers sent me over the edge. But you gave me that orgasm, big brother. You’re the one who made me cum.” She turned her face up to look at me, eyes solemn. “I love feeling your cock slide in and out of me. Feeling your body so close to mine, knowing that you’re mine–”

And with that I exploded into the tissue.

It wasn’t the most amazing of orgasms — my cock was at an awkward angle, and I couldn’t let it build properly. Sal just kept tugging, and I let it go, and there it was. But for a moment purple lights flashed before my eyes and I had to choke back a grunt.

Then Sal said brightly, “The next stop is us. Hurry up!”

I managed to tuck myself away before the bus came to a halt, and pulled my coat on and stuffed my hands into the pockets. I still had the damp, sticky tissue balled up in my fist. Sal waved brightly to Mr Clive as we got off, and I managed to call out a goodbye.

Then we were standing on the freezing street, dancing out of the way as mud splashed up from the bus’s wheels. Sal’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright as she wiped her hand on a tissue of her own.

“Come on,” she said. “You have until we get home to think of a reason for us to sleep in the garage tonight.”