Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
Zack Morgan constantly suffers from irrational panic and anxiety. Two months past his fortieth birthday, his outlook on life is dismal and dark thanks to an improper upbringing and a neuro-chemical imbalance in his body. A declining global economy and an impending eviction do not improve his condition, but a light begins to shine for him when he befriends two sisters living nearby. This text contains anxiety for no good reason and interracial sex.
Written by Norton5
The morning paper had an article that said that residents all over Canada should expect extremely low temperatures in the next several weeks. Weather services were unable to predict how long the freakish weather would last.
Shit, thought Zack. It's supposed to be getting warmer, but instead, it just gets colder and colder. Fucking weather, fucking country, fucking world!
Tossing the paper aside and ruffling his already messy brunette mop of hair, he opened a letter and read the notice that said he would be evicted in three weeks time if he didn't pay the mortgage on his house. His dark blue eyes glistened as he remembered his parents, who had lived and passed away in this house. He couldn't give it up, even though they had been dull and boring people, who never did anything fun with him, he was still emotionally chained to the house. He wondered how he would survive if he got evicted. He wouldn't; he would freeze to death in an hour because of the super-low temperature.
His phone rang and he went to answer it. "Hello." "Good morning, Zack." It was the Claire, the lady at the pharmacy. Shit! The gastric juices in his stomach began to heat up, slowly heading towards a simmer. Just listening to her voice made him want to dash his head against a brick wall. She reminded him of how pathetic he was and how dependent he was on the drugs that he bought from her at the counter just to feel like it was okay to go on living. His doctor told him he didn't suffer from depression; rather, it was something more like a tendency to be anxious for nothing about anything his mind focused on. Serial Anxiety Disorder - SAD. So how the hell was he supposed to not focus on anything? He tried many things.
First, he had listened to music that had been specially mixed; everything from rock, reggae, and hip hop to classical and strange music. A genre would play for four seconds before another genre would abruptly come in, so in that way, he never truly focused on anything. But then he would think about how weird this all was, and he would be anxious again because he had just focused on the weirdness of his music and his neuro-chemical imbalance was going to punish him for that. Fuck.
Claire said, "You know how you purchased a whole box of those mood inhibitor pills?" "Yeah, you told me there was nothing wrong with me purchasing a whole box when I asked you." She made a brief grunt of discomfort and said, "It seems I made a mistake there. I let you purchase the whole box because I thought we had like at least twenty other boxes in stock, but just this morning, my supervisor had us take stock of everything before opening up shop." She paused and Zack clutched his stomach as the juices in his stomach began to boil and pop bubbles.
"Zack, I sold you the only box of those brand of pills we had." Zack made a sound that normally came a split second before someone vomited. "Zack?" He cleared his throat and said, "I'm fine. So what do you want me to do? Give you back the box of pills. I've barely started on one container."
She hummed and said, "Since you bought the pills from the pharmacy in a legal transaction, we can't force you to give it back, but we could buy it back from you. Would it be okay if I stopped over in the next hour and purchased the box? We'll be paying you twice the amount you paid for it, since we've just found out that it is a highly effective drug that is non-addictive and doesn't have any side effects." "Sure, stop by. I'll have the box ready for you, but is it okay if I keep the bottle I've already opened?" "That would be fine." "Thanks. See you."
After the mish-mash music therapy didn't work out, he had tried decorating his house with a hodge-podge of themes. That too didn't work because, instead of being interested in different colors, designs, and items, he retreated into himself and something would come up in his head, out of the darkness of his thoughts. Hey, am I focusing on this? No, shit! FUCK!! Neuro-chemical imbalance got him for that too.
The symptoms were blurry vision, fever, and shaking limbs. There was no medication he could find that would stop him from experiencing the symptoms. The anxiety would get to him and he would drown in a world of dread. Unable to function normally in society. Staying at home almost every day.
Claire showed up half an hour after her call. She gave him seven hundred dollars and he handed over the box of pills. The pills were called Baysezine and were a product of a French pharmaceutical company. He asked Claire as she hefted the box, "Would you tell me how many people in this city currently want a drug like this one?" She gave him a business-like smile and said, "More people than I'd be comfortable with. Thanks, Zack." He nodded and closed the door when he saw her get into her car.
Zack found out that when he gazed at the bottle of Baysezine, holding it in his hand, he didn't feel anxious about anything. The bottle was made of white plastic, with one those caps that you had to push down first before turning to the left. It had a blue, yellow, and white color scheme around its middle, with the name in bright gold. He thought, maybe I don't have to take the pills; I can just look at the bottle.
He tried, but wasn't given enough time because a knock came from his front door. Opening the door, he was not prepared to see a young black woman in her early twenties, wearing a thick black jacket, wool cap, tight jeans, and fur boots standing outside his door. Not knowing what to say, he said, "Er, hello." She had a hand to her head, looking down at the space between their feet, and didn't seem to notice him, as if she had just teleported there and was still seeing images from another world. But then she said, "Okay, could you just call me back, damn-it. I thought you wanted to say something important."
Stuffing her cell phone into her pocket, she shook her head and muttered a sigh. She looked up at Zack and gave him a big warm smile. "Hi. I'm sorry about the phone. I knocked on your door and then ring, ring. I answered it and my dumb little sister's calling from the house. She wanted to know when I'd be back, what we'd be having for dinner, and bla, bla, bla. We live up there at the head of the street." She pointed and Zack merely swung his eyes in that direction without seeing the house, just nodding.
She said, "Just moved in last week. This is turning out to be a nice place to live in. Back where-" Zack cut her off, "Uh, it's kinda' freezing out here, if you didn't notice, so I really need to get back inside my house, and you should go home quickly. The news said something about abnormally low temperatures. That means dangerous. Bye." He nodded politely and pushed the door to close it, but she pushed it back inward. "Uh, sir, I was just wondering if I could interview you. If it would make you more comfortable, we could have the interview in your house."
Inside Zack's soon-to-be-evicted-from home. "I'm attending the junior college nearby. Majoring in Psychology. Got this little assignment about mind-altering drugs versus medically approved drugs sold in pharmacies. The reason I'm here at your house is, the other day, this scrunched up sheet of paper came scuttling past the driveway in front of my house and I picked it up. I don't normally pick up trash, but anyhow, I picked up this paper being blown by the wind and I realized that it was a print-out of an e-mail from the pharmacy several miles from here, Henriksons. The e-mail was addressed to you - I knew that because in it, they mentioned your address and your name, Zack Morgan. I asked the folks next door and they said that was your name. Ha ha. Call me Miss Detective."
She went on about how she not only knew about his dependence on mood medication, but was interested in asking him questions about it, and his life in general, as it related to his psychological issues. It would be very good material for her paper.
The acid in Zack's stomach didn't care about this interview or the fact that it would eventually cause him an ulcer. It just wanted to boil and boil, until Zack would never focus on anything again. As long as he was focused, he was anxious, and if he was anxious, he was quickly heading towards dead.
Zack quickly shifted his focus around the living room they were sitting in. She was sitting in his recliner and he sat on the couch. His eyes flicked to the ceiling as she spoke one phrase, and then flicked to the wall next to the television as she continued with another. It flicked and kept flicking to different objects and places within his visual scope. He picked things up with his eyes and tossed them away before his mind could register his object-handling as focus. Pick up, throw away, pick up, and throw away. This is fun. Yay, I'm not going to die. Wait, don't think about death. No, no, no! Pick up throw away! Pick up, throw away! Fucking yes, look at that, throw it the fuck away! Wohoo!
"Mr. Morgan, are you okay?" The young woman was looking at him with curiosity and a bit of concern. He didn't think too much about it. Thinking about people who care made him focus, and that would bring on the anxiety, and then his world would fall in on him. He whipped his eyes over and around her, visually-mentally picking up and throwing items and pieces of his house away. She waved her hand before him to get his attention and focus his gaze, but he compromised by looking at her body and flicking his visual focus point randomly all over her person. Then he remembered the bottle of Baysezine, but it was too late.
"What the fuck? Why are you checking me out like that? You must be like twice my age. You filthy fuck!" She got up abruptly from the recliner, took her jacket and exited his house, slamming the door shut.
Zack groaned like a man about to die, found his Baysezine bottle and pushed down, then twisted open the cap. He popped a pill in his mouth and rushed to the kitchen to get a cup of water. Glug, swallow, exhale. The pill did its thing. Good. Relief.
The next morning, he was drawing quick, random scribbles on the writing desk in his room, but also sniffing and leaking tears. The global economy was going for another dip and his eviction was getting closer. Knock, knock.
Zack opened the door. "Hi," said a teenaged black girl who looked familiar. Painfully, he focused and got hit by several anxiety bolts before figuring it out. "Let me guess, you're that other girl's sister, right?" "Yeah, but she's like twenty one now so technically she's a woman. At least, that's what I think." Zack rubbed his brow with his index finger, "May I ask what you're doing here?" The girl gave him a package wrapped in red and silver foil. "My birthday passed and its not Christmas yet." "It's an apology from Barbara. That's her name." "And what's your name?" "Nancy."
She rubbed her hands together and blew into them - bare hands. "Hey, that's dangerous, not wearing gloves in extremely low temperatures. You'll get frostbite." She stuck them in her pocket. "I'll be fine." "No, you won't. Come in for a while and I'll give you some gloves to wear." She looked inside, curious. He said, "It's just me. I live alone." She went inside and he closed the door behind her.
An hour later, Barbara came by to see what was up. Zack thanked her for the gift and she put her fist up. He wasn't sure what to do with that, but when she moved it back and forth in the air, he said, "Ah," and he tapped it with his.
"What are you doing running up the electrical bill in Mr. Morgan's house?" scolded Barbara when she fixed her gaze on Nancy watching the television from a recliner with a bowl of Pringles in her lap. Nancy munched on a chip and pointed to the screen. "Look at the kind of movie Zack watches. It's like a million, very, very, very, short, random scenes flicking by. His sickness doesn't allow him to watch any particular show longer than three seconds. Cool huh?" Barbara put her hands on her hips, "It's Mr. Morgan. Not Zack. Address him with respect."
Zack walked towards the kitchen and said, "Please, call me Zack when I'm around, and Mr. Morgan when I'm dead. Do you want an apple pie and Mountain Dew, Barbara?" She called back, "Subtract the Mountain Dew and add Mellow Yellow if you have it." "As a matter of fact, I do."
He brought back from the kitchen a plate of apple pie and a can of Mellow Yellow for Barbara who took them and thanked him. He motioned to the other recliner and she happily sat down in it and had her second breakfast.
"When is your Psychology assignment due?" asked Zack. Barbara said, "Tomorrow, but I've already e-mailed it to my professor. I'm pretty sure I'll get something between ninety and a hundred percent. Believe it or not, our little encounter helped me out a lot. Pointed me in the right direction and it gave me some experience."
Taking another bite of apple pie and digesting it, she said, "I put together your eye movement and lack of concentration along with the stuff I found in your discarded e-mail print-out and was led to do some really specific research. Now I happen to know what you suffer from. S-A-D, SAD. Serial Anxiety Disorder. Very, very rare and a terrible disorder to suffer from." "For what it's worth, I'm sorry if I offended you yesterday." "No need to. You've got SAD for crying out loud. I feel sorry for you." He chuckled and she giggled. Zack didn't notice that for the past hour and few minutes, he had not been hit by an anxiety bolt; no shaking limbs, fever, or blurry vision.
The two sisters left Zack's house at 10:30 AM, and at 2:14 PM Zack received an e-mail from firstname.lastname@example.org. The e-mail said, "Hi, Zack. It's me Nancy from up the street. You can save me as one of your contacts or your e-mail service provider probably saves all e-mail addresses and you don't need to. You can also add me as a friend on Facebook. Look for Nancy Alice Taylor Lake. But I'll probably add you first! Then you can just confirm me. You're really fun, in your own way, I think. Even though you've got SAD. Why so SAD, Zack? LOL. Sorry. I couldn't help myself. Mmmwahh. That's an apology kiss from me. Here's another one. Mmmmwahh!! I think I stuck my tongue in your mouth on that one. You taste nice. Hehe."
Zack adjusted his trousers as he sat on his writing desk, reading the e-mail on his laptop. His erection was unfamiliar and painful for him. Hard-ons were very uncommon for Zack Morgan. He returned his hundred percent attention to the e-mail and continued reading: "I'm sixteen years, five months, one week, and two days old. Really cool huh? But not as cool as it will be when I come over to your place next time - that is, if you let me come over. Pleeeeeease let me come over.
I'll make it really cool and fun, then it might get reeeally fun and HOTTT!! Stuff might happen, I don't know. You'll definitely want to take off your shirt and trousers and everything else. That kind of hot. The kind of hot my parents wouldn't approve of. Zack, it's going to be X-RATED Hot. And I'm only 16. Damn! I hope you feel really good reading this e-mail. But then again, things always feel better on e-mail, Facebook and the Internet than in real life, so I'll have to make the real thing even better!! Gotta go now. Barbara wants me to do the dishes and vacuum the living room.
But I won't leave you hanging on my words alone. I'm not that kinda girl. I'm the kinda girl who gives you something hard to go on, like the pictures attached to this message. Enjoy them, Zack. I want you to. Why so SAD, Zack? LMAO. There I go again. Wait for the apology....... Here it comes...... Now! *Sucks your cock and goes deep throat* *Sucks you real good and long, as long as you want* *Swallows all your cum greedily* *Writes her name on your cock with a permanent marker* There. I hope you enjoyed that. Look forward to the REAL thing sometime soon. Bye for now. Zack's favourite cocksucker, Nancy Lake."
Zack downloaded the ZIP folder attached to the e-mail and also saved the e-mail to a folder on his hard drive for later reading. When he opened the ZIP folder, he saw thirty-three photos taken with a digital camera. They weren't taken by a National Geographic photographer, but they certainly captured sixteen-year-old beauty. The first five were of Nancy in a tube top and short skirt. The next five were of her stripping off the minimalistic clothing. The rest of the photos were of a very naked, sexy, young Nancy, posing in all sorts of positions. Zack found none of them unsexy. They had been taken less than an hour ago just for him. How could he not find them sexy, especially when they were taken by a hot sixteen-year-old who had written him a very hot letter?
He jerked off to the pictures and finally lay back on his bed, wincing. That was the first time he had ever jerked off. It hurt. He also got hit by another wave of anxiety, but it wasn't so sharp. Holding up his Baysezine bottle, he stared at it until his eyes dropped shut, and he fell asleep.
The following afternoon at 4:41, Zack was visited by Nancy. This was weird. Getting a sexy e-mail was one thing, but her following up on it was quite another. "Hey, Zack. How's it going? Could I come in?" She wore white tight jeans, a gray coat, snow boots, and the black and green winter gloves he had given her yesterday. It was flurrying outside. "Sure," he said, and she entered.
Seating herself on his couch, she asked, "You have a computer right?" He nodded. "So you got my e-mail yesterday?" He coughed and went to the kitchen. "Er... uh... sort of... yeah, I got it." Nancy laughed. "You're so nervous now. I hope you're not anxious. That would be bad for you, wouldn't it?" He came back from the kitchen with four granola bars and a glass of milk. She said thanks and he said, "Anxiety is more than bad for me, Nancy." "I bet. My sister, Barbara, told me all about your issues." She paused.
"The pictures I sent you. Did they make you anxious when you looked at them? If they did, then I'm soooo soorrrry, really." She had an earnest look of concern on her face. Zack was sitting on a recliner facing her. "No. I was alright." "More than alright I hope," she said, smiling mischievously. "Yeah, kinda' more than alright." She giggled. "I'm glad. I think you're getting better. Your SAD, I mean. You're not as all-over-the-place as my sister first described you." She paused and looked around, "Are you ready to get even better?" She was smiling again. Zack asked, "What do you mean?"
With her coat off, she had on a tight green top. She took off the top and stood up, taking one long light step and effortlessly launching herself into the air to land on Zack's lap as he sat in the recliner.
"My parents aren't here to disapprove, but do you disapprove, Zack?" He was now painfully hard and she put her hands on either shoulder of his. Leaning forward, Nancy kissed him, lips pressed to his. Zack responded by putting an arm around her waist and running a hand up her torso, squeezing her orange-sized boobs that weren't so pronounced. He kissed her back and they opened up to each other, tongues rolling into play and working over the other.
Zack rubbed his hand up and down her dark brown back, skin so soft and tight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth more fiercely into his, intensifying the work of her tongue on his and in his mouth. It was obvious he did not disapprove of this.
Wanting to release his painful hard-on, he let go of her and pulled off his trousers and underwear. As he did this, she gave him space, but continued to flick and whip her tongue into his mouth, engaging his tongue in oral battle. When his lower body clothing was off, she pulled up his shirt and threw it onto the floor, and he unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled off her white jeans, then her underwear.
Possessively grabbing her pussy-ass junction, he began flicking his tongue aggressively against hers in their oral-to-oral activity. Nancy grabbed his stiff cock and pumped it with her hand. The pain was almost unbearable for Zack, but he let her. She could feel that it hurt really bad for him (unlike other guys) so she kiss-whispered into his mouth, "Shhhh, I know it's hurting, but let this happen for now. Maybe it might get less painful as we go along."
She hand-pumped his cock harder and faster and he made a groaning sound, almost shedding tears. Then she really thumped his meat and he cried out, but she kept going for ten excruciating seconds before she smoothly settled her pussy down on his screaming pole and it traveled up her lovely, soft, moist heaven of vagina flesh that enveloped and squeezed it brilliantly. "There we go," she whispered, kissing and licking over his eyes to wipe the tears of pain away. She caressed his pain-worn face and gave him a reassuring smile as she began bobbing up and down his cock.
The intense pain dissipated and was replaced by an endurable sharp throbbing that was intensely pleasurable. Nancy's sixteen-year-old pussy was amazing and tight on his cock. As she bobbed up and down on him in the recliner, she kissed him briefly and lightly on the lips every time she went up to eye level. Zack enjoyed it and broke into a smile. Nancy, bobbing up and down, giggled and said, "What do you think so far?" "I think you should come over more often." "Try and stop me."
Zack loosely clutched his hands to her rump, poking gingerly around her anus, causing her to moan as she rode up and down his shaft. He stopped her for a minute and dug his middle finger up her asshole, moving it in and out. She tensed up and cried, "Mmmmmnnfuck, mmmmm!!" He finger-fucked her anus faster and she yelled, "Aaaahhh!!" Then he stretched the recliner back and pulling his cock out of her cunt, he pushed it into her anus. She immediately began anally fucking on his cock while he grabbed her ass possessively, owning her pleasure, and owning her body.
"Ooh," she said, breathing in his face. She pressed her forehead to his and locked eyes with him as she moved her ass to and fro on his cock that plugged it so tight. Zack spanked and squeezed her ass, helping her to drive it back and forth along his shaft. She moaned and gave him a long lick up the side of his head. Putting a hand on his shoulder and one around his head, cradling it, she clutched her rear and slammed it up and down hard on his cock, plummeting down on his balls with her buns.
Nancy's breathing got short and rapid, moaning continuously in ecstasy, glancing back at her rear end and watching it slam against Zack's balls, traveling quickly to and fro along his shaft, sliding into her anus. "Shit," she muttered and turned to face him, clutching his head and going mouth-to-mouth again, forcing him back into a tongue battle with her. Zack was amazed at her vitality and did what he could to encourage it.
Resting one hand on her steadily-moving hips, he let another caress up and down her back, kneading her perfectly smooth dark brown skin. In their 'war of the mouths', Nancy was clearly winning, but she wouldn't let his tongue be still when he got tired and surrendered; her tongue licked underneath his, lifting it up and then flicking it up and whipping it from all sides, finally slithering on top of it triumphantly. She gave a victory moan and continued to 'wrestle' his 'dead soldier'. "I win," she whispered, still anally driving her sweet rump along his shaft. Zack broke their oral lock and licked her up on the left side of her face, from her neck all the way up to hairline on her forehead. "That is so hot," she said softly, and peppered his face with affectionate kisses as she impaled her ass on his cock.
"I wanna suck your cock now, remember what I said in the e-mail?" she spoke into his ear. Zack nodded and carried her to his room. He went into the bathroom and wiped off his cock, then returned and stood by his bed, while Nancy sat on his bed, resting on her bended knees, leaning forward, taking his cock in her hands, and jerking it, before eventually sucking on it with her lively young mouth. Zack groaned and put a hand to the back of her head, gently pushing her forward and making her go deeper on his cock. Feeling her mouth, tongue, lips, and throat on his cock made him feel euphoric, as if he were in a fantasy world.
He pushed and pulled her head against him, causing Nancy's face to travel back and forth towards him and his cock shaft to slide perfectly through her mouth, her tongue flicking over it eagerly. She put her hands on his hips for support and began driving her head fast, back and forth on his cock, which resulted in a groan of intense pleasure from Zack. Angling her head upwards, she looked at him while she sucked, and he gazed down at her as she stuffed her face full of his meat. Sucking him for fifteen minutes, Nancy felt his cock go super-tense and shoot warm semen into her mouth. Relaxing her cock-sucking, her eyes became dreamy-sleepy and she swallowed and managed all the cum he gave her, finally licking his shaft and phallus clean.
It was 5:32 PM and Nancy laid back on the edge of the bed, while her legs were held up by Zack standing against it. Gently stroking her face for a few seconds, he stood back up straight and pushed his cock into her pussy. She sighed and he clutched her legs, holding them apart in a V shape, beginning his pumping of her sixteen-year-old pussy.
"Ooohhh, Zack, fuck me!" she cried softly, and he plowed into her pussy steadily for three minutes, before he let her lower legs drape over his forearms while he clutched her upper legs and thighs, increasing his pace and force into her cunt. Nancy moaned her approval, turning her face to the left and closing her eyes - not falling asleep, but concentrating on the sensations reverberating throughout her entire body from their fucking. She looked angelic like that, and unable to resist, Zack leaned forward once more and kissed her affectionately on the cheek and forehead, straightening back up to resume his deep assault on her young delicious vagina.
Zack fucked her like that for another ten minutes, before turning her on her side, his cock still immersed in her pussy. Holding her right leg (his perspective) slightly above her left in a narrow sideways V, he leaned forward to caress and kiss her again on her cheek and forehead before straightening and drilling forward into her sideways-laid body.
Nancy came out of her self-induced 'sleep' and took control of her right leg, bending it up, knee against her torso so Zack could fuck her with less obstruction. He steadily pumped her for a minute in that configuration and leaned forward on the bed to kiss her deep, mouth-to-mouth, still driving his cock into her pussy. Then she moved and he moved until they were both in the center of the bed. Nancy, flat on her back, parted her legs wide and Zack, above her with hips positioned between her thighs, simply thrust his cock down deep into her pussy, balls smacking wonderfully down on her labia, fucking her face-to-face.
With that, Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck and started up their tongue-locking again, mouths pressed hard against each others. Zack put his arms beneath her, cradling her upper body and neck while they kissed and fucked madly into each other.
By 7:25 PM, night had fallen and Nancy was sound asleep in Zack's bed. Not wanting to disturb her, he had done the best he could to make sure she was comfortable, with a blanket over her body. He kissed her forehead and went into the shower. As he let the water run over his body, he thought of how they had fucked and how she was now asleep with his cum filled-in and leaking out of her ass and pussy. Then he thought of Barbara and dread hit him like a truck. He collapsed down to the floor and let the hot water hit him for a minute before getting up to turn it off slightly and the cold on more.
Zack began shivering, but welcomed the cold for three minutes before turning off the water completely. He dried himself and didn't bother to wrap himself with the towel as he came out of the shower room. That was the first time in his life as an adult that he had walked out of the bathroom naked. No anxiety bolts or panic attacks. He saw the bottle of Baysezine, and then adjusted his vision to the left to see beautiful young Nancy sleep-breathing on his bed, knowing his cum was in her pussy and ass, she owning him and him owning her. Knock, knock, knock.
He let Barbara in and she took off her coat, letting it rest on top of Nancy's. Her hair was in shimmering black, brown, and maroon curls that fell several inches past her shoulders. She wore gray tight trousers and a blue turtleneck sweater that showed her ripe body with curves more pronounced than her younger sisters.
Looking at Zack, Barbara said, "Just stopping by to check on Nancy. Make sure she's not giving you trouble. Our parents know she's here, and I already told them you were a very mentally sick, but trustworthy guy, so they're cool with that." She paused and continued, "But it's getting kinda late." Then she looked around and noticed the hastily removed clothes scattered around the living room floor. Her mind and physical manner went into CSI mode.
Walking slowly around the living room in silence, she took mental photos and analyzed the scene. Finally, she turned to glare at Zack, giving him a stern, down-his-reading-glasses, Gil Grisom look. "Whatever happened in this living room, took place primarily in this recliner," she pointed. Zack nodded guiltily, "Yeah, kinda’. Feel free to kill me whenever you feel like it." She angled her head to the side saying, "The only problem I have with this is that you didn't do me first before doing her. I'm the older sister." Zack softly scratched the tip of his nose, looking to the right, "Does it count if I do you both on the same day?" Barbara smiled, "Well..."
Barbara showed Zack that she was definitely the older sister. They sat together on one side of the couch, she leaning into him, her hand on his chest, and he stroking her curls as they kissed. Her tongue kissing wasn't as erratic or combative as Nancy's; it was more calm, clinical, and probing.
She pulled off the shirt Zack had just put on to open the door. "You smell fresh," she said. "I just got out of the shower when you knocked." "Shower, huh? So where's my sister? Locked up in the basement?" "She's sleeping in my bed. Out like a light bulb." "Hmm." She brought her head down to suck on his left nipple. Pausing, she smiled, looking up at him and said, "I've got a thing for men’s nipples." "Suck all you want." He stroked her hair and she paid good attention to his left nipple before transferring over to his right nipple, licking around all over his areola and pectoral.
Barbara removed her shirt and unfastened her bra, tossing both onto the floor at their feet. "Now it's time for you to suck my nipples. They're a bit bigger than yours so don't get jealous and bite them too hard." Zack laughed and she put a hand to her lips, "Shh. You might wake Nancy." "I gave her a thorough working-over before putting her to sleep." "Now you're making me jealous."
Her breasts were big and round, so suckable. He manipulated them with his hands for a while and she watched him play with her and moaned when she felt the sensations reach a climax. Then he put his mouth to her breasts and she straddled his lap, causing him to lean against the couch's armrest and backrest in the corner. Zack feasted on her big warm globes as she ran her fingers through his brown hair, fondly massaging his scalp as he sucked on her soft, tight, and supple, round flesh. Barbara purred as he drank her virgin milk (though she wasn't a virgin, but her tits had never been sucked before) from her right breast and did the same to her left.
She took his face and positioned it between her boobs and squeezed the lovely spheres all around his face. "Gosh, your tits are so damn gorgeous," he said, happily blinded by them. She boob-blinded him and breast-ground his face for five amazing minutes. Then she sat back in an upright sitting position on the couch. Zack pushed himself forward from his leaning-back position and embraced her. She put her hands on his shoulder and they both went into deep passionate kissing, moaning affection and approval into each other’s mouths.
After twenty minutes of kissing, they parted, undid, pulled down, and threw off their lower clothing. Fully naked, they embraced on the couch again and resumed deep, slow, methodical kissing. Zack caressed, stroked, and gently squeezed the chocolate flesh of her body wherever his hands could reach and she did the same to him, also stroking his cock and fondling his balls, softly tugging on his testicles and measuring them between her thumb and middle finger. Zack immensely enjoyed Barbara's kissing, not more than her sister's, just differently.
They stopped kissing and simply, slowly ran their hands over each other, watching as each other and their own hands move over the others body. Barbara purred and Zack grinned, both of them filled with lust for each other. "Someone's gonna get hurt," she told him. Zack said, "Let me hurt you first." "Alright."
On the couch, he made Barbara go on her knees and rest her arms on the armrest, her ass and pussy the junction of an upside-down forty-five degree angle formed by her upright upper legs and horizontal upper body - she was in perfect doggy position. Barbara felt his cock push its way smoothly into her pussy and she purred again, "Mmmm, Zack." Plunging his cock all the way in, his pelvis finally pressed against her ass-pussy. "You're so wonderfully soft." "Like my sister?" "Yes and no." She didn't want to argue any further. Her chocolate pussy was filled with his vanilla white cock.
Zack began thrusting and she bit her lower lip as his cock drilled into her pussy. Grabbing her glorious curls, he pulled and drilled her hard. "Ahhhnngg! Ohh, fuckkk!" she cried as his meat pounded powerfully into her and she grabbed her rump, parting it so he could see her anus and more of her pussy he fucked her. She gasped and he kept pummeling into her, until nine minutes later, he released six strong jets of white steaming cum into her womb. "Ohh, yeah," she cried and he panted, exhausted from the effort.
Next, Barbara got Zack to sit back on the couch and she mounted his lap. "My turn to hurt you," she said. Smiling, she started bobbing up and down on his lap, ass-pussy smacking delightfully down on his cock-balls-lap. Zack grabbed her ass with both hands and she clasped his upper arms, riding him up straight, chocolate boobs flouncing magnificently before his eyes.
As she bounced on his lap, she asked, "How does it feel, getting to fuck two sexy sisters in one day, one of them sixteen, the other twenty-one, and you being in your middle age?" Zack kissed her moving tummy and said, "Greatest feeling in the world. I think you both helped me get rid of my SAD. Now all I have to do is stop my eviction from happening, which it probably will anyway."
Barbara lovingly stroked his face and gyrated her hips on his lap, making his cock grind against every spot in her pussy. She said, "Oh, I should have told you. While my sister was typing up an e-mail meant for you, she simultaneously unleashed a special program she created. It went online and changed your records, not to mention your mortgage account. It's now fully paid and you've got a few million dollars in your bank account. My sister's a computer genius and she also happens to be madly in love with you." Zack was speechless for several seconds, except for an incredulous "Fuck me." Barbara giggled, "I think she did that already." She laughed, clasping his shoulders and aggressively assaulting his cock with her ass-pussy.
Raising herself on her knees, she let Zack thrust upward into her pussy for five minutes, cumming over and over again. Then she settled down on his still-hard cock and continued riding him hard with a cum-packed pussy. Looking down as she rode him, she said, "Oh, fuck, it's so messy down there. Lots of cum." "Is that good or bad?" She pushed her breasts against his face and gyrate-fucked his cock, saying, "No. It's great." They fucked in that position for another hour, collectively climaxing twenty-two times.
At 9:01 PM, Barbara stepped out of Zack's shower and stopped in her tracks. Her naked sister was staring at her. They were both naked. Barbara asked Nancy, "What?" "Nothing. I just need to shower. You might want to change the sheets. All icky cummy in there." "Little squirter." "Whatever. When I get out of the shower, I want to sleep on a clean bed."
Zack was two minutes into his sleep on the couch when Barbara and Nancy, showered, fresh, and smelling very nice (not to mention, naked) roused him from his sleep. Zack asked them, "Something wrong?" "Yeah, you're sleeping on the couch. Come with us to bed." "It might get a little crowded." Nancy laughed. Barbara said, "It's super cold outside. We need more bodies, more warmth." Zack grinned, "Well, when you put it that way, I can't argue." He gave them each an arm and they pulled him up from the couch.
Grabbing their asses possessively he walked between them to his bedroom. They told him to get in first, and then Nancy hopped in, kissing him on the lips and laying beside him on his right, while Barbara laid beside him on his left.
Barbara took his cock and began pumping it. "Oh, not again," said Zack. "Didn't you both just get showered and freshened up?" Barbara gave him a defiant look, "Your shower running out of water?" "No, but I might run out of clean bed sheets." "Don't worry. I checked and there's another clean dry set in the drawer."
On the bed, Nancy rode Zack's cock, leaning over him. Her hips moved gracefully, causing her pussy to easily slide up and down his shaft. "My, my," said Barbara, critically staring at her sister's and Zack's sex organs interacting. "Soon enough, you'll be a better fuck buddy than I." Nancy playfully pushed Barbara's left boob. "I'm not competing against you, big sis. We both happen to love the same guy. Maybe when you get bored, you'll leave him all to me?" "Not a chance."
Zack hammered his cock upwards into Nancy's cunt for two minutes before shooting a brief fountain of hot cum into her womb. Next, Barbara mounted him and leaned her hand against the headboard. The bed creaked and she heavily pounded his cock with her ass-pussy for a good half hour in which he shot four jets of cum separately into her womb.
They changed bed sheets, making the bed proper again. In the shower, all three washed and cleaned themselves, somehow managing to have a threesome in the confined space. They showered some more to clean themselves of that grime and then dried themselves. Stepping out of the bathroom, the girls went to comb and dry their hair, while Zack got into the bed early.
Barbara and Nancy got in afterwards, and draping their arms and legs over him possessively, they slept a restful sleep.
In the morning, Zack woke up to find two sexy naked young women in his bed. He made them breakfast, which they ate in bed. At 7:00 AM, they left his house. He felt depressed, but not anxious. The bottle of Baysezine was thrown into the trash can.
In the afternoon, there was a knock on his door. He opened the door to see Barbara and Nancy with their luggage in front of the steps. Barbara said, "Our parents are moving to France and we refused to go with them. Any chance you would be willing to let us stay with you in your house?" Zack shrugged, "Okay, but we only fuck twice a week." Tossing their things inside, Nancy said, "Wrong. We fuck every day, as many times as we want." They entered his/their house, and closing the door, Zack muttered, "Gosh, this is going to hurt really badly." And it did, but in a most excellent way.
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