A literotic sexstories: I'm an Absolute Animal by Sambull97 ,
I’m an absolute animal.
Our parents were awful to say the least. Our dad was surely roaming the streets begging for money somewhere (heroine is a hell of a drug), and our mom, for lack of better terms, was a bit of a whore. And not even the kind that was paid either. She struggled to fill the hole that was burst wide open by our dad deserting us for drugs and a 21 year old stripper. To fill said hole, she….well…filled her hole. By a multitude of men, constantly varying in size, color, and background. Not that you can blame these guys, either. The one redeeming quality of our mom was her tits. In a non creepy, creepy way, she had absolutely phenomenal tits. DD. Perky, while drooping slightly due to the weight, and beautiful half-dollar sized areolas that blended I’m perfectly to her creamy milk jugs. How do I know? I didn’t spy on her during one of her drunken, whoring escapades, that’s for sure. Moving on.
By the time I turned 18, I had about had it with my current situation. My sister had been in a steady relationship nearing 5 years, and I was single and ready to move far away from my problems. The four of us siblings, as well as our mom lived in upper Texas, close to Oklahoma. And it seemed as though my sister had her fill of the current life as well.
She approached me one afternoon:
“Say bro, I just got a call from Abuela, and she has some room available at their place. They want to know if we want to head down there?”
“Fuck yeah!” I replied.
And suddenly, we were making our way to the most southern tip of the Armadillo state, 800 miles away from where we were. Our grandparents had two houses that sat on an acre of land. Known to us as only abuelo and Abuela (Spanish roots), they had rented one house out until recently, but had two bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and kitchen open up for our use, so long as we paid utilities every other month.
It wasn’t long until I found a job as a cook for a small restaurant, my sister, Carol, was working as a bartender, and her boyfriend at a local hardware store. The job of bartender suited my sister. She was extremely cute and very charming. She also possessed certain assets that made her nice tips every night. Her breasts were enormous. She had recently hit DDD, and was very thick in all the right places. She had wide hips and VERY thick thighs. Maybe 180? But she carried it immaculately. It wasn’t like a fat 180. You wouldn’t ever guess she was 180, is what I’m saying. Moving on. She had long, curly black hair that reached down to her mid back. It was as if her hair was pointing directly to her deliciously fat, juicy ass that was normally accentuated by tights.
I know, I’m being very deive when it comes to my sister, but true art deserves recognition. And believe me, her body was truly a work of art.
I got home from work late one night, knowing that my sister and her boyfriend were probably home already. This was evidenced by my seeing their car as I pulled onto the lot. I was tired from a long shift and didn’t think to knock or make sure everyone was decent as I entered the living room.
Dropping my keys and wallet onto an end table, I heard music coming from my sister’s bedroom. Some Celine Dion shit. But in between songs, a much more interesting sound came to be. Moans. Loud moans that were hardly being muffled.
Why are the moans so loud, I wondered? I’m sure they had had sex many times without my hearing, so why tonight? I made my way down the darkened hallway and noticed a faint, vertical light strip illuminating the floor. The door was slightly ajar. No wonder I could hear every slap. Every moan. Every gasp.
Curiosity got the best of me as I peeked my head into the room. And there was my sister. Her head being mushed into the mattress as her creamy, ivory, naked, sweat-oiled ass was high up into the air. Her beautifully luscious tits carried the majority of her weight, as they formed giant pancakes between her chest and the mattress. Her boyfriend was behind her, delivering every stroke with a sense of desperation, like he was on his last legs.
“Deeper, PLEEEEEASE!!”, She screamed, as her pleads turned into moans and back again.
She’s going to be disappointed, I thought to myself. He was as deep as possible. Making up for his lack of size with powerful strokes that created fleshy ripples in her ass and back.
She dug her nails into the sheets and started smashing back into the poor guy, seeming as if she was trying to drain every bit of juice from him.
“Baby, please…I..I’m getting close”, he managed to whisper in between strokes
“DO IT! FILL ME UP WITH ALL YOUR JUICES!” She gritted through her teeth
She continued to smash her fat ass against his likely bruised, 150 pound-frame-carrying pelvis, the ripples in her ass becoming increasingly prominent.
“HERE IT COMES! IM CUMMMIIINNG!!” Her boyfriend, Joe, screamed as he emptied all of his seed into my sister, each pump being carried by a loud gasp between the two of them.
He leaned and fell backwards onto the bed as my sister sat up and reached for some wipes to clean the both of them up. Obviously, I hadn’t been heard yet, as I was quietly rubbing my painful erection through my shorts. I continued peering in, seeing what would unfold next.
Something wasn’t quite right.
There lie Joe, completely spent, as my sister just stared at him, almost as if he had wronged her in some way. He was clearly asleep already. She seemed dubious, almost puzzlingly upset. She cleaned herself up, wrapped herself in a robe and headed towards the door.
I had just enough time to silently run away and make my way to the refrigerator, seeming as if I was looking for a snack as she snuck up behind me.
“Hey bro, when’did you get home?”
“Right about the time of the little finale to y’alls show”
She blushed hard, as she self consciously folded her arms across her fleshy chest, covering the beautiful cleavage that i had been staring at me since we began talking.
“I’m so sorry!” Her face reddened with her whine, “if I would’ve known you were home…”
“Hahaha don’t worry about me!” I reassured her. “It’s pretty obvious, that after five Years, you guys WOULD be fucking, I would hope”
“Heh, I guess so” she almost whispered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, knowing that something was on her mind
“Well…It’s pretty personal, Sam.”
“Obviously. You just got fucked silly and you seem pestered. I would assume it’s pretty personal”
“Well….that’s just it. I wasn’t fucked silly. I haven’t been. Like at all” she confessed.
I figured this was about the time I turn into the gay friend and have her talk to me. I made us some coffee and we sat down in the living room, her, being covered by only a satin piece of cloth that you could call a robe, and I, fully clothed, minus my shoes.
“Well…go ahead. Lets talk.” I pushed as I took a sip of my coffee
“Sam, me and Joe have been together for 5 years now. We’ve been fucking for 3. I’ve cum twice, Sam. TWICE ” She gritted through her teeth.
I was wide-eyed in awe. I was a bit of a porn connoisseur, and had already had my fair share of partners. Four to be exact. All of whom came usually four to five times to my one. The true pleasure of sex is creating pleasure, after all. And here was my beautiful, lovely, chesty, sexy sister, telling me that she rarely received any pleasure. I almost teared up.
“Carol….im…I’m so sorry” I half mocked, as I put a hand on her shoulder
“Oh, fuck off!” She retorted. “He’s a good guy, he just…you know…He finishes pretty quick. And to be honest, he’s just not all that great, when he does last.”
“Well what is it? Is it his size?”
“Kind of, I guess. I dunno. Most nights he seems, kind of fragile. Almost afraid. I always have to take charge.”
“That’s it then!” I exclaimed. “Let him take charge, once. Seduce him and have him take control for once”
“That’s the thing…” She replied, ” I can’t really seduce. It’s always just me jumping his bones, really”
“Well, then try to be sexy, you know? Show a little bit of skin, but hold it back some. Don’t show too much, but just enough to excite him.” I said.
She seemed worried. Her chocolate-browned eyes were a tad glassy, like she was about to tear up. She really wanted this to work, but how? If she’s only cum twice in three years, is just trading places going to be enough, I wondered?
“I don’t know sam” she almost whined in her silky voice, “he just doesn’t seem like that type of guy, you know?”
Oh, how I do know. I rarely fanticized after my elder sister, but after tonight, I saw her in a whole new light. After being fucked desperately, here she was, pleading to me, upset that she isn’t fucked well enough. Just the thought made my loins jump. My eyes made their way to her chest, as the robe had opened up substantially.
I could almost see the darker tint of her nipples peeking through the sides. A trickle of sweat traced her neck and disappeared into the valley between her two creamy tits, almost taunting me. Her chest was heaving, as if her breathing was picking up. I looked up to notice her staring back at me, as our eyes locked.
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