Sharon and Sharon Alike
Sharon Jordan never saw it coming.
The pretty blond had gone out to a party with some friends. That, in and of itself was hardly surprising. Sharon was, after all, a well liked party girl.
She’d been dancing with a guy when the blond girl suddenly felt light headed. The last thing she remembered was a drink in her hand and a guy standing over her as she crumpled to the ground.
She woke up the next morning alone and naked in bed. That might not have been a bad thing if she could have recalled how she had gotten there but she couldn’t recall what had happened to her and what made it worse was that it was clear that she’d been used sexually.
She only found the note on her nightstand some time later. The note had a simple message. “Today,” the note said, “is the beginning of the rest of your sex life.” It wouldn’t take Sharon long to figure out just what the note meant.
Halfway across the country, Rebecca was standing outside her dormitory and stretching her body in the cool morning air. She pulled her blond hair into a ponytail. The sun had just breached the horizon, providing more light than heat. Rebecca was fine with that. She hated running when it was hot out. Even running in the rain was better than running in the heat. You could get warmer by running but there was no way you could get yourself cooler by running.
Sharon let the hot water run. That was a bit of an understatement, she thought. It was supposed to be hot, but it never really was. Once more, she stuck a hand in the shower and once more, she shivered and pulled her hand back. Still cold.
She couldn’t help but think about the note on her nightstand. It almost sounded somewhat kitschy but Sharon couldn’t help but think that there was something a little more sinister to it than that.
Once more, Sharon put her hand in the shower. Still cold but getting warmer. Almost warm enough, she thought to herself. Well, maybe warm enough.
Sharon stepped into the shower. The water felt good against her skin but it didn’t wash away the few fragments that she had of what had been done to her the night before. She’d been used. That much was obvious. She’d been used like a little, fucking slut and not only had she been used but she’d also liked it as well.
Rebecca pumped her arms hard as she sprinted back towards the dorm. She liked the way it made her body feel. She liked ...
Well, it had never made her body feel like that, she thought.
Her arms pumped. Just a little farther and then she slowed and finally eased to a stop.
Why did ... why did her pussy feel that way. It was almost as if ...
Sharon let her hand rub herself between her legs. She moaned as her fingers stroked her clit and she moaned again.
She teased herself. A hand played with her nipples even as the other one worked her pussy and she moaned again.
“Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh geez,” She liked what she was doing to her pussy.
Oh geez.
Rebecca almost doubled over. It wasn’t pain that she was feeling. It was something else entirely. Her breathing was ragged but it wasn’t from running and her pussy was ... oh geez, her pussy felt so good.
She was breathing heavily. Why was her pussy ... why was her pussy feeling this way?
She managed to make it through the dormitory doors but fuck, it was so hard to move at all when all she wanted was ... oh fuck. Stop it.
She took the elevator to the second floor. She could have taken the stairs as she normally would but the way her pussy felt, she wasn’t sure she wanted to do anything at all.
Oh fuck, her pussy.
She practically crept down her dorm’s hallway almost as if she were walking on egg shells. Every step seemed to send shivers through her pussy, She couldn’t let anyone see her like this. Oh but geez. Her pussy was in need. Her pussy was so hot.
She couldn’t spend all day in the shower, Sharon told herself, so reluctantly, the blond pulled her fingers from between her legs. Damn, she wasn’t sure why she’d done that but she had to admit that it had felt good.
She thought she’d give Grant a call. He wasn’t her boyfriend although she was sure he wouldn’t mind having the job. He was a sophomore in college, just like she was and they’d shared a class together in the Fall quarter. He wasn’t a bad guy, Sharon thought. He was a bit shy but somehow, he’d worked up the nerve to ask her out.
They’d gone out and gotten some pizza and then they’d gone out to a movie and when it was done, he’d brought her home. It was all quite nice but that’s all it was. Sharon wasn’t sure why they hadn’t hit things off. He was a nice enough guy and maybe that was the problem. Maybe it was just that he was too nice. It was like he was too easy to push around. Maybe that was why she couldn’t seem to respect him.
But even so, Grant wasn’t all bad and he could be fun to hang out, especially when he was paying the bills.
She dialed him up. “Hey, Grant,” she cooed into the phone.
“Sharon. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to hang out today.”
“Hang out?”
“Yeah. You know. I thought maybe we could go to the mall.”
“Uh huh.” His voice sounded a bit tight.
“It’s been a while, you know. You and me.”
“It sure has.”
“Wouldn’t you like to hang out with me.”
A momentary pause and then Grant’s voice came back more confidently. “Sure,” he said. “Sure. I’d like hanging out with you.”
“Cool. You want to come by and pick me up?”
“Sure. What time?”
“When can you be here?”
“What? You mean now?”
“Sure. Why not now?”
“I was watching the game.”
“But Grant, come on. I want to go now.”
“Oh man.”
“Come on, Grant.”
“I guess I could put the game on tape.”
“That’s it,” Sharon cooed. “I knew you’d come through for me. So what time can you be here?”
“Thirty minutes?”
“That’s great,” Sharon cooed. “I’ll see you then.”
“Yeah right,” Grant grumbled. “See you then.”
Sharon broke the connection and she went to her closet. Now, she wondered. Just what the heck should she wear. It wasn’t like Grant was her boyfriend but still, she wanted to keep him interested. So what should she wear.
What the hell had been the matter with her, Rebecca wondered.
Whatever it was, it was gone now but before it had gone ... before it had gone, her pussy had been on fire. It was like she couldn’t think of anything else except what her pussy wanted and more than that, she wanted to give in to what her pussy wanted.
It was almost as if she were a slave to her pussy.
It was almost as if she wanted to be a slave to her pussy but whatever she’d been feeling, that was gone now.
So what the hell was the matter with her.
Grant might not have been overly enthusiastic with going to the mall but at least he was getting with the program and why shouldn’t he, Sharon wondered. After all, he was getting to spend time with her.
“Where should we go next?” she asked.
“You know you’re tapping me out,” the boy grumbled.
“Oh come on. Don’t be such a wet blanket,” she said.
Yeah that was easy for her to say. After all, it wasn’t her money they were spending but at least he’d managed to keep her away from the more pricey stores. “How about the food court,” he suggested.
“What about it?”
“Do you want to get something to eat?”
She hadn’t really wanted to get a bite to eat but now that he mentioned it, maybe they should recharge their batteries.
“Well, do you?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Grant breathed a sigh of relief. At least the food court wasn’t nearly as dangerous to his wallet as some of the stores around the mall. “Cool,” he said. “Let’s go.”
They chose a sushi place. Sharon got a salad and a Diet Coke while Grant had some teriyaki chicken and some root beer and together, the two of them went to find a seat. The food court wasn’t as crowded as it might have been if they’d gotten there a little earlier but it was still plenty busy but they managed to snag a small table. “I’m really glad you took me here,” Sharon said.
“Uh huh.”
No, I’m serious. That was what Sharon meant to say only ...
Rebecca was sitting in her dorm room with one of her text books open on her legs and her head phones on. She loved listening to music while she studied.
Well, maybe not all the time. It was hard to read and listen to music at the same time but the rest of the time ...
Oh my God.
No. Not again. Her pussy.
Oh my God.
She needed to fuck. She needed it so bad.
Oh my God.
Sharon just looked at the guy just standing there in line waiting to get a slice of pizza and she couldn’t help but think how hot he was.
“Sharon,” Grant was saying.
She didn’t bother to even look away from the man standing in line.
“Is there something wrong?” Grant asked.
“W-what?”
“Is there something wrong?” Grant asked again.
“N-n-no,” she stammered and yet her pussy, oh geez, her pussy was so fucking wet.
“You look distracted.”
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Sharon.”
But Sharon couldn’t seem to think straight. All she could think about was the guy standing in the pizza line and how good he looked. Damn, he was hot.
Oh my God. It was so easy to slide her fingers down inside her shorts and then down inside her panties. Oh my God. It was so easy.
Her fingers played with her clit even as the fingers of her other hand squeezed one of her tits. Oh my God. She needed to fuck. She needed it bad.
Easy now, Rebecca told herself. Take it easy.
Take it easy why, she shot back. What was the point in taking it easy. She knew what she wanted. Oh God. It was so obvious.
Sharon tapped the guy on the shoulder. “Hey,” she said.
The guy turned to look at you. “Can I help you?” he asked.
Oh God, Sharon thought. He was even hotter up close.
“Can I help you?” the guy asked again.
“Yeah, I think you can.”
The guy just looked at her as he waited for her to continue.
“Can I talk to you?” she asked.
“I thought that was what we were doing,” the guy said.
“No,” Sharon said in frustration. “I mean could we talk, you know, could we talk in private.”
“Why?”
That was the question, Sharon thought, and the guy was waiting for her to answer it. Did she dare to tell him what she wanted? Then on the other hand, could she risk not telling him.
“Well?”
“You’re so hot,” Sharon said.
“I am?”
Sharon nodded. “You are so hot and what I’d like ...”
“What?” the guy prompted.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What?!”
“I want you to fuck me. I want it now. I want you to fuck me now.”
“Okay, I guess. We can go—”
Sharon shook her head. God, she was so hot. “Don’t you get it. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to fuck. I want to do it now.”
She didn’t care who it was.
Even as she stumbled out into the hall, Rebecca knew this wasn’t like her but she knew what she needed. She needed a guy. She needed a guy to do ... to do her.
Oh geez, her pussy was so wet at just the thought of that.
She needed a guy to do her.
God, that was so hot.
Sharon let the guy push her into one of the stalls in the men’s room. Hell, she’d already forgotten what his name was. It was Mick or Rick or something like that. Heck, maybe it was Dick. She hoped that was what his name was. She hoped he had a big dick.
But really, it didn’t matter what his name was. What mattered was that he was bending her over the toilet. What mattered was that he was reaching up under her dress and that he was taking down her panties.
God, that was so hot. She loved it when Mick or Rick or Dick took down her panties and oh God, his fingers were stroking her pussy.
Oh God, that was so fucking hot and now there was his cock. Oh my God, yes. That was just what she wanted.
Rebecca was bent over Vic’s bed and she couldn’t help but moan as she felt the boy enter her.
It was weird because it wasn’t like she really knew him all that well but he was the first boy she’d met when she’d gone out into the hallway and for her, that was good enough.
Oh God, his cock was right there and then he was pushing it up against her pussy and Rebecca couldn’t help but moan as he pushed his way inside her.
Oh my God, yes. That was just what she wanted.
Sharon couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe what she’d done but most of all, she couldn’t believe just how much she’d liked it.
She’d finally come to her senses if it could be called that after what she’d let that guy do to her. The guy was still bent over her and his dick was still hovering tantalizingly close but at least he didn’t have his dick inside her, not that she would have wanted him to put his dick inside her anyway. “Let me go,” she said in a taut voice.
“What?”
“I said let me go,” Sharon said a little more frantically.
“I don’t understand.”
“I said let me go,” Sharon said as her voice went up. “Let me go.”
“Okay,” the guy said in what was obvious confusion. “Whatever you say.”
Sharon edged her way out of the men’s room and it was only then that she realized she wasn’t wearing her panties but she wasn’t going to go back in there to get them. She had to get out of there, she told herself.
She felt like everyone was looking at her. Heck, she told herself. They probably were. She probably looked like a mess. She had to get out of there, she told herself. She had to run.
It was in a blind panic that she made her way to the exit. She had to run, she told herself. She had to flee.
She made her way out of the mall and she practically bumped into a guy coming in. “Can you take me home?” she pleaded.
“What?”
“I ... I don’t feel well,” she stammered. “Can you take me to my home?”
The guy just looked at her and perhaps he could tell that she wasn’t herself because he finally relented. “All right,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”
“Thanks,” Sharon gushed gratefully as she followed the guy to his car.
She couldn’t help but rock just a little as the guy drove. She knew he was watching her but she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to look at him. Oh my God. She’d been ... she’d been such a slut.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” the guy asked when he finally let Sharon out and Sharon nodded numbly. “All right then. Hope everything goes okay,” and with that, the guy drove off.
Sharon glanced at her phone as she entered her apartment. There was a message there and when she looked at the caller ID, she realized that the message was from her sister. Oh hell no, she told herself. The way she felt just then, there was no way she could talk to her.
It was only then that Sharon made realized that she’d left Grant there at the mall. Oh my God, she told herself. How could she have done that. Quickly, she gave Grant a call.
“Hello,” he finally answered.
“Grant?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God. Grant, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah? For what?”
“I left you at the mall.”
“Yeah? I kind of figured that out for myself.”
“Oh my God. I am SO sorry.”
“Yeah? For what?”
“What do you mean?”
“What are you sorry for?”
“What?”
“Are you sorry you were practically throwing yourself at that guy in the line? Or maybe you were hoping you’d get laid and you didn’t. Is that what you were sorry for. Heck, did the thought of me even cross your mind?”
Sharon said nothing but he was right. She hadn’t thought of him.
“You don’t have to answer that,” Grant said. “I think I already know the answer to that.”
“I’m sorry,” Sharon said again.
“Yeah. You already said that.”
“I’m sorry,” Sharon said again.
“Yeah,” Grant said bitterly. “You know what? The next time you want someone to take you to the mall, why don’t you call someone else,” and with that, the line went dead.
He’d been brusk with her but Sharon couldn’t blame him for that after what she’d done to him. For now, she’d let him be mad at her but she was going to have to find some way to make it up to him.
That night, Sharon had a dream. She was on her knees in a nearly darkened room except that she was bathed in light and she was naked and all around her, there were men.
Well actually, there were cocks really because that was all she could see as she looked off into the shadows and it didn’t matter in which direction she looked. There were cocks all around her.
God, that was so hot. There were cocks all around her and she knew they were all for her.
The men took a step closer and while it seemed as if this should have brought the men into the light, it didn’t do that. All it did was bring their cocks closer.
Mmm, but that was what she wanted, Sharon told herself. Her mouth stroked one of the cocks even as her hands stroked two of the others.
The men certainly liked what she was doing but that was what she wanted, too. Mmm, there were so many cocks to suck and she wanted to suck them all.
Halfway across the country, Rebecca was sitting up in her dorm room. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand what had come over her earlier but she was finally able to concentrate on her homework.
She was behind though but that was okay. It wasn’t like she was that far behind. With a little bit of work, she could catch herself up in no time at all.
What she really needed, she thought, was a good cock to suck.
What? No. Where the hell had that come from?
Did it really matter where it came from, she wondered. What mattered was that it was there.
She needed a cock to suck on.
“Mmm yeah,” she moaned as her homework was suddenly forgotten. Mmm, a big, fat cock to suck on. Mmm. That was what she needed.
Her pussy was wet just from thinking that. She needed a cock to suck on.
No, she corrected herself. Not just one cock. She needed lots of cocks to suck on.
Mmm, Sharon thought as she worked her way around the cocks arrayed around her. Mmm. So many cocks for her to service and her with her little cock-sucking mouth but this was what her mouth was meant for. Her mouth was meant for sucking cock.
The man she was sucking groaned and Sharon wished she could look up and see him but in the next instant, she knew that didn’t matter. He could see her. He could see her sucking his cock and that was all that mattered.
The man groaned again.
Oh my God. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Did it mean he was about to cum? Did it mean he was about to cum in her mouth?
Sharon decided she hoped that was what it meant. It never occurred to her that she hadn’t wanted that before. She wanted it now and that was all that mattered.
The man groaned yet again.
Oh my God, Sharon thought. He had to be so ready and with that, she sucked his cock even harder.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and Sharon realized that it was the first time she’d heard any of the men say anything to her but then the man was cumming in her mouth and Sharon realized it didn’t matter what the man was saying just so long as he kept cumming in her mouth.
There wasn’t just one cock, Rebecca realized. There were more of them and they were all gathered around her and they were all pressed up against her face.
It was too bad they were only imagined, the girl thought as she rubbed her pussy but in a way, it was almost as if they were.
She rubbed her pussy even harder.
Mmm yeah, she thought to herself. Just think of it. All of those cocks and they all wanted her. They all wanted her to suck on them.
Mmm. She rubbed herself even harder. They all wanted her cock-sucking mouth.
Mmm. They’d all be big and fat and hot. Not a puny one in the lot. She’d have her work cut out for her trying to figure out which one she was going to suck first.
But eventually she was going to have to pick one and it was going to feel so good as she took that cock in her mouth.
Sharon walked into Annie’s, the diner where she worked part-time to earn a little extra cash. “Hey, Frank,” she called out. “How’s things?”
The cook looked up at her entrance. “Not too bad,” the man grumbled. “Wife’s been acting like a bitch again.”
“Uh oh.”
The man shook his head even as he waved a spatula at his waitress. “No, you got it all wrong. That’s a good thing.”
“It is?”
“You better believe it. It means I get to spend more time out of the house.”
“Oh,” Sharon said in a tone that clearly said she had no idea what the hell her boss was talking about.
“Yeah, it’s a good thing. It means I can spend more time out in the bars drinking with my buddies and chasing the girls.”
“Frank!”
“What?”
“You can’t say stuff like that.”
“Stuff like what?”
“You can’t say you’d be chasing girls. You’re a married man.”
“Yeah but like I told you, until Marcie comes to her senses, I’m off the leash. Know what I mean?” and Frank growled playfully.
Sharon just laughed. “Come on, Frank.”
“What?”
“You know you’d never leave Marcie.”
“You never know,” Frank said. “Who knows? Maybe you ought to watch yourself, girlie. When I’m off the leash like I am now, you just might not be safe.”
Sharon laughed. It wasn’t the first time her boss had joked about coming after her but it was still just a joke.
It was a joke, wasn’t it?
And why did it suddenly make her pussy wet, the thought of her boss coming after her. It was wrong, wasn’t it?
Or was it?
It had been a busy day so far with a busy lunch hour but at least the lunch time rush was starting to die down but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone left in the diner. She picked up a pot of coffee to make the rounds of her customers.
“Would you like a refill, Mr. Wallace?” she asked a man in the back.
“Oh no, honey,” the man said. “That’s enough for me.” Sharon was about to go when the old man called her back. “There is something you could do for me though.”
Sharon turned back around. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Come here,” the man said.
“What?”
“I said come here.”
Sharon took a step closer. “Did you want something?”
“I want you to come here,” the man said again.
The bewildered Sharon took another step closer. What the heck was he talking about.
“Come closer,” the man said and Sharon stepped up to the table and that’s when she felt it, the old man’s hand slipping around one of her thighs and stroking the back of one of her legs.
“Mr. Wallace,” she gasped.
“Yes,” the old man said.
“You, um, you can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
She was supposed to have an answer for that, Sharon told herself, but for some reason, she didn’t have an answer.
“Why not?” the man asked again.
Sharon couldn’t help but gasp again. The old man’s hand had moved up the back of her leg and now his hand was under her uniform.
“Come closer,” the man said.
Sharon didn’t even bother to think about what she was doing as she moved closer still.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”
She shouldn’t, Sharon told herself. She shouldn’t.
“Should we see how wet you are?”
Sharon gasped again because now the old man was touching her panties but she knew there was only one answer to his question. “Yes,” she mumbled. “Yes, I want you to see how wet I am.”
This was so wrong, Sharon told herself, and yet she couldn’t help but moan as she felt Mr. Wallace’s hand on her bottom and then he was tugging at her panties.
Oh God. He was pulling them down.
“That’s it,” the man said. “That’s it.”
Sharon spread her legs just a little so that his questing fingers could have better access to her pussy.
“Oh my. Would you look at you. You are wet.”
Sharon couldn’t help but nod numbly. This should have been embarrassing, she told herself but the fact was that she did want it and she wanted it bad.
Rebecca was trying hard to ignore it but it was getting harder to do. It had started in class and she’d thought that it was just because Mr. Dinsmoor was so-o-o-o boring. He did have a tendency to drone on and on.
So she’d started to squirm in her seat which in and of itself, should have been an indicator because Rebecca was a very attentive student.
But she couldn’t help admitting that she really wasn’t paying attention. Not anymore, at least, and certainly not to boring, old Mr. Dinsmoor.
Or was she?
Because there was that one thought, the one that kept creeping into her mind. What would it be like, she wondered, if Mr. Dinsmoor was playing with her pussy.
More than once, she had to tell herself to stop it. You weren’t supposed to have those kinds of thoughts, she told herself, and you most certainly weren’t supposed to have those thoughts about boring, old college professors.
Only there it was. Even if she wasn’t supposed to have those kinds of thoughts, she was having them anyway.
She couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have Mr. Dinsmoor play with her pussy and the thought was still there even after the class had come to an end.
This was insane, Rebecca told herself. Really, it was, and yet ...
And yet it was there.
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it.
And then it just got even weirder because who should she bump into after her class but her professor, Mr. Dinsmoor. “Ah, Miss Jordan,” the man said. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Y-y-you were,” Rebecca stammered.
“I was,” the man said. “You seemed a bit distracted today in class.”
“You noticed?” Rebecca asked glumly.
“I did. You know, my class might not be the most interesting class in the world but you really should learn to pay attention better.”
“Sorry.”
“Perhaps you’d like to come back to my office and explain it to me.”
“Explain it to you?”
“Why you have such trouble concentrating.”
“Oh.”
“Yes well, come along then.”
She didn’t seem to have any choice so Rebecca followed the man to his office.
The professor took a seat behind his desk and he motioned for Rebecca to take a seat as well. “All right then. Let’s hear it. Why are you having such trouble concentrating?”
Rebecca wasn’t even sure just what the heck she was saying. She was just babbling, really, as she tried to figure out how to get out of there. One thing was certain though. Her pussy was definitely wet and there was no way she was going to tell her professor that.
For his part, it hardly even seemed as if the old man even knew she was babbling. He was just sitting there looking at her and while he never took his eyes off of her, Rebecca had the distinct impression that he wasn’t really listening.
“Yes well, that’s enough of that,” the man said finally.
“It is?”
“It certainly is or do you have anything more to say?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“I didn’t think so.” Her professor stood up. “Would you stand up, please?”
Rebecca stood.
“Good. Now turn and face the desk and bend over please.”
“W-what?!”
“You heard me.”
Again, Rebecca did as she was told to do and then her professor did the most remarkable thing. He lifted up her skirt and he took down her panties. “Professor Dinsmoor,” the girl exclaimed.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Oh now, you’re a bright girl. I think that should be pretty obvious by now.”
He was pulling up her skirt and then he was taking down her panties, that’s what he was doing.
His hand swatted her bottom.
“Ow,” the girl cried out. “Ow, Mr. Dinsmoor.”
“Quiet. You need to learn some respect.”
Rebecca was about to object until she felt her professor’s hand slide between her legs and then he was diddling her pussy. Oooh, she liked that.
“Are you feeling more respectful?”
“Yes, Mr. Dinsmoor.”
Whack! The hand came down on her bare bottom but then almost immediately, his fingers were sliding between her legs. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “I don’t like it when people lie to me.”
Oh fuck, her pussy was on fire. “I won’t lie to you,” she insisted.
“You better not or I’ll have to spank you again.”
“I won’t lie to you,” Rebecca said again.
“Tell me what you want then.”
Mmm. That was an easy question to answer. “I want you to rub my pussy, Mr. Dinsmoor.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. I want you to rub my pussy, Mr. Dinsmoor. I want you to make me cum.”
“You better not be lying to me.”
Rebecca would have told him again that she wasn’t lying but the way Alvin Dinsmoor’s fingers were making her cum, the best she could manage was a long, low moan.
“Sharon, I’d like to see you in the back.”
It was later in the day and the traffic in the diner had died down to nothing. Frank had sent the other waitresses home but he’d kept Sharon around just in case someone came in and if they did, they could ring the bell at the front if they needed someone to seat them. “Sure thing, Frank.”
“I saw what you did with Mr. Wallace,” he said when the two of them were in the back.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it’s hardly the sort of thing that the Health Department would want to see.”
“Um yeah.”
“I guess it’s a good thing then that I’m not with the Health Department because what you did there was hot.”
“It was?”
“Hell yeah. In fact, you got me thinking ...”
“About what?”
“I think you know about what.”
“Frank!”
“What? You’d be willing to give an man who’s old enough to be your father ... no wait, let’s correct that ... you’d be willing to give an old man who’s old enough to be your father’s father a hand job under the table but you’re not willing to do the same thing for me, the man who is your boss and who has a say-so as to whether you’ll be working here tomorrow? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I ... I ...” the girl stammered.
“Unzip my pants.”
She shouldn’t, Sharon told herself and yet even as she told herself that, she found herself reaching down and unzipping her boss’s pants.
“Slide your hand inside there.”
Perhaps what made it easier was the fact that her hand was already there but she slid her hand inside Frank’s pants.
“Tell me what you find inside there.”
That wasn’t so hard. After all, she could feel him through his underwear. “It’s your cock,” she said.
“That’s right. It’s my cock and tell me what you’re going to do with it.”
He was her boss but Sharon just couldn’t help herself. She knew what she wanted the answer to be. “I’m going to suck it,” she said.
“Well, don’t let me stand in your way if that’s what you’re going to do.”
This was so wrong and yet ... and yet Sharon found herself sliding down to her knees even as her hand continued to stroke Frank’s cock. This was so wrong, she told herself and yet she knew she was going to do it.
She pulled Frank’s jeans down.
“You’re almost there,” he told her.
Sharon wrapped a hand around Frank’s cock. Oh my God. He was so hard and then she was leaning forward and ...
“Fuck yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh God. Fuck yeah.”
He liked it, Sharon told herself. He liked it when she sucked his cock.
“Oh my God that’s good. I always knew it would be.”
He’d wanted her to do this, she realized. He’d wanted her to do it for some time now. He’d wanted her to do this and oh my God, that was so hot.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. Do it like that.”
He’d liked that, Sharon thought as her tongue swirled around the rim of his cock. He’d liked it when she’d sucked him hard and then ... and then she was doing it again.
“Fuck yeah,” the man groaned.
He liked it, Sharon thought again and if he liked it, then that meant she liked it, too.
She sucked him hard.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again.
Oh my God. He was cumming. Sharon would have pulled back but when she tried, Frank’s hand kept her mouth on his cock. Oh my God. That was ... that was ... what? She would have thought she would have thought it was gross to have a man cum in her mouth but it was clear that Frank wanted her there and he was still cumming. It was clear he liked this. Maybe ... maybe it wasn’t so gross after all.
“Fuck,” her boss groaned yet again.
It was clear that Frank liked it so maybe ... maybe it wasn’t so gross after all. Yeah, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that having a man cum in her mouth wasn’t gross at all.
Rebecca hardly even know the Black man whose cock she was sucking. As best as she could recall, he was in one of her classes but beyond that, she knew very little about him. She was barely aware of what his name was. His name was Frank but from the moment she’d seen him walking on campus, she knew she wanted to suck his cock.
As little as she seemed to know about him, he seemed to know even less about her. “You’re Frank,” she said when she’d caught up with him.
“Yeah,” he’d said, “and you are?”
“My name’s Rebecca.”
“Yeah,” he’d said as if he was still trying to figure out who she was.
“We have a class together.”
“Oh. Okay,” he said as if he was still trying to put it all together. “Okay yeah. What can I do for you?”
“I really want to suck your cock.”
“What?!”
“I really want to suck your cock.”
“Did Darrell put you up to this?”
“Who?”
“This isn’t funny you know?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Yeah right. Like hell you don’t.”
“I don’t,” Rebecca had insisted.
“You’re not fooling me,” Frank had said. “Darrell put you up to this, didn’t he?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah right. Like hell you don’t. Darrell and me was talking the other day and I say I wouldn’t mind having a White girl come and suck my cock and then less than a week later, here you are and you’re telling me you don’t know what I’m talking about? Bull shit.”
“I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah right.”
Rebecca sidled up to the boy and she let her hand stroke the front of his pants because somehow, that just seemed like the right thing to do. “So,” she said, “you’re telling me you want to know what it’s like to have a White girl suck your cock?”
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing. I want to see how much you want what you say you want.”
“You, um, you better stop doing that.”
Rebecca unzipped the boy’s pants and she let her hand slide inside. “Why?” she asked.
“Mmm. Because, um, because you’re liable to get more than you’re asking for.”
Rebecca let her hand work its way inside the boy’s briefs and oh yeah, there was what she was looking for. She let her fingers wrap around the boy’s shaft. “That sounds interesting,” she said.
Frank said nothing.
“Are you going to do it?” she asked. “Are you going to let me suck your cock?”
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “We ... we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“There are ... there are too many people around,” Frank said.
Rebecca squeezed his cock again. “But I really want to suck this,” she protested.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned again.
“Maybe I should just kneel down and—”
“No!”
“No. Come on. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” Rebecca asked.
“We’re going in the back ... in back of the old science building.”
“Okay, and then I can suck your cock?”
“Sure. Then you can suck my cock.”
Sure enough, after they’d gotten behind the old science building and away from the curious eyes, Frank looked at Rebecca. “Go ahead,” he’d told her. “Go ahead and suck my cock.”
Rebecca had knelt down and she’d taken his jeans down. “Oh my,” she said. “You’re so big.”
“Yeah, yeah. Enough talk. If you’re going to do it, then let’s see you do it.”
Rebecca didn’t have any problem with that and really, she couldn’t help but feel just how right it felt to take the boy’s cock in her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Frank groaned.
He liked it, Rebecca thought, and that was all she needed to know as she pressed herself forward. She sucked his cock hard.
“Oh fuck,” Frank groaned again.
He liked that, too, Rebecca thought as she let her tongue slide around the rim of his cock. Well if he liked that, she knew what she was going to do. She was going to do it again.
“Fuck,” the boy groaned again. “God damn.”
Harder. She needed to suck him harder.
“Fuck. I’m going to ... to ...”
Whatever he was going to do, he didn’t finish the thought and Rebecca really wasn’t listening.
“Fuck.”
He was cumming and it surprised Rebecca because she’d thought she would have thought that that was gross, now that he was doing it, she realized it wasn’t gross at all. In fact, now that he was doing it, she realized it was exactly what she’d wanted him to do.
It wasn’t really as if Sharon really ever questioned why it was she’d done what she’d done at work. Oh sure, she had the distinct impression that what she’d done was wrong and yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel as if what she’d done was right, too, or at least it was as if she had the feeling that what she’d done was at least right for her.
She let herself into her apartment and she noticed the message light blinking on her phone. She pressed the playback button even as she went about her things.
“Hey, Shar,” a woman’s voice said. “It’s me. I know you’re probably at work but I really need to talk to you. Call me please.”
Her sister, Sharon thought, and Sharon couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted. She let the message machine move on to the next message.
“Hey, Shar. It’s me again. I was hoping you were home by now but I guess you’re not. Call me, ‘kay?”
Her sister again. Hmm.
But the message machine went on and as soon as the next message started to play, Sharon forgot all about the first two messages.
When it was over, she picked up her phone and she dialed a number and she waited for the man on the other end of the line to answer. “Hi,” she said.
“About time you called.”
Sharon gulped nervously. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just got home.”
“You realize I don’t care about that.”
“I know.”
“You know what I want.”
Sharon nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “You want sex,” she said.
“That’s right. I want sex and you know what you’re going to do.”
Sharon gulped again. “I want you to fuck me.”
The man on the other end of the line just laughed. “That’s just what I wanted to hear,” he said. “We should get together then and you can show me exactly what you want.”
Sharon nodded. Her pussy was so wet. “We should get together,” she said and just saying it made her believe it that much more.
Sharon couldn’t believe just how much she’d been waiting for this but now that the moment was here, she was finding it hard to keep her emotions in check.
Of course, just the thought of that was enough to make her wonder if she even should keep her emotions in check. After all, she knew where she was going and she knew what she was going to do when she got there.
She was going to get her pussy fucked.
Sharon couldn’t help but shiver at the anticipation of that. Heck, just the word ‘fucked’ was so erotic. It was so hard. It was so blunt. It left no room for negotiation.
She couldn’t help but shiver again. That was what she wanted. She wanted to get her pussy fucked.
She fought the urge to go even faster. Safely, she told herself. Must drive the car safely. Must get there safely even if all she wanted to do was to hurry.
And yet, there was still the other thought. She couldn’t wait to get there.
Slow down, she told herself. Slow down.
Finally she thought as she rolled up at her destination. It had taken her long enough. She raced out of her car and then she was rushing up the walkway and she was knocking on the door of her destination.
She wasn’t wearing much. Just short, white booty shorts and a little pink half-top but then he’d told her he’d wanted her to look sexy for him when she came over. She fought back the urge to knock again. She didn’t want to appear too eager.
Or did she? Maybe that was just the way she did want to appear. Maybe she did want to appear eager. Maybe she wanted to make sure that he knew she couldn’t wait to get her pussy fucked.
And that’s when the door opened and oh my God, there he was.
“Would you look at who we have here,” Grant said.
Oh my God, Sharon thought. He was so hot. She fought back the urge to stare between his legs even though what she really wanted was right there. “I said I’d come,” she said plaintively.
Grant just smiled. “An interesting choice of words,” the man said, “but I think you’re right. I think you’ll be cumming real soon.”
Sharon nodded numbly as she caught his meaning. She’d thought she’d been hot before but now that she was here, now that she was standing right here before him.
“Won’t you come in?” Grant said.
Of course she would. She was so ready for this. She’d been so ready for this yesterday when she’d called him or at least she thought she’d been but in the hours that followed, she’d realized that she was even more ready now than she had been then. There was nothing else for her. Nothing else but Grant’s dick.
“I take it you want something,” Grant said and Sharon nodded enthusiastically. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that why you left me in the mall?”
Sharon cringed at the rebuke. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That was wrong of me.”
Grant just smiled. “Yes it was but then you needed to do it. You needed to fuck other guys before you finally came to me.”
Sharon nodded. How could she do anything but agree with him.
“You realize I did this to you, didn’t you? You realize I made you want my cock.”
Sharon nodded but then she would have nodded at anything.
Grant just laughed. “You’d agree to anything I said now, wouldn’t you, and you’d especially agree to anything I said if you thought it would get you closer to my cock, right?”
Sharon nodded again.
Grant just laughed again. “It looks like the tables have turned. It used to be me chasing after you but I like it better this way but I’ve got a question. Do you know who Rebecca Jordan is?”
Sharon nodded. “She’s my sister,” she said.
“Is she now?”
Sharon nodded again.
“She’s my twin sister,” she said, “my identical twin sister.”
“Ah. Perhaps that explains it then.”
“Explains it?”
“I got a call from someone claiming to be Rebecca Jordan not fifteen minutes after you called me and she sounded so much like you that at first I thought she was you.”
“Yes, I know.”
“You know?” Grant asked in surprise. “How do you know that?”
“Rebecca and me are so much alike that we share everything. If I had a headache and I’d call her, I’d find that she had a headache, too. If she was feeling really happy, I’m sure I’d feel happy, too, so I suppose maybe that would have been enough to explain it except that there’s something more.”
“Something more?”
Sharon nodded. “She called me after she called you and I knew right away what she needed to do.”
“Oh and what was that?”
“I told her she should come here and let you fuck her, too.”
“Really?”
Sharon nodded.
“Well now, that is interesting. What did she say to that?”
“She said she would.”
“Really?”
Sharon nodded again. “She did,” she said, “and that’s what she did. She’s here now.”
“She’s here now?”
Sharon nodded yet again. “She’s just outside your door.”
Even as Sharon said it, there came a knocking at Grant’s door and when Grant didn’t move to answer it, Sharon went to answer it instead.
Now there were two blond girls standing there, each dressed exactly like the other.
“Would you look at that,” Grant said again.
“You know what you want you to do to us,” the two sisters said in unison.
“We want you to fuck us,” Sharon said.
“We want you to fuck us hard,” Rebecca amended, and with that, both sisters removed their identical pink tops. They weren’t wearing any bras underneath.
“I think he needs to see something more,” Sharon said.
“I think so, too,” her sister agreed and with that, the two girls were taking off their identical shorts and then just for good measure, hey lost their equally similar panties as well.
“Do you think he’s hard?” Rebecca asked.
“I think so,” Sharon said, “but there’s only one way to find out for sure.”
“This is a rather unexpected turn of events,” Grant said as he looked at Rebecca. “You realize your sister belongs to me now.”
“Of course.”
“And you have no problem with that?”
“Nuh uh. Why should I. I’d just hope you’d see fit to treating me the same way you’re going to treat her.”
Grant looked at her and then he grinned. “I can do that,” he said. “So you were wondering if my cock was hard.”
“We were,” the girls said in unison.
“Well then, I think it’s time you girls found out for yourselves. Kneel.”
Sharon and Rebecca knelt just like they were told to do and when they had, out came Grant’s cock and he stepped forward, pushing his cock up against their faces.
“I think you girls know what you need to do with this,” he said.
The two girls’ mouths showed they knew exactly what to do with his cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “I can’t tell you who’s got the better cock sucking mouth. They’re both the same.”
Sharon (or was it Rebecca) looked up at him. “They should be,” she said.
“And they’re both for you,” her sister agreed.
“Yeah but you know what?”
“What,” said both sisters together.
“There’s something else I want,” Grant said. “Come on. Get up here on the bed.”
“Lie down on the bed,” Frank ordered. “No the other way,” he corrected the one sister. “Lie down face down.”
The girl did as she was told to do.
“And now you,” he said to the other girl, “I want you to straddle her.”
The other sister also did as she’d been told to do.
Grant just couldn’t help but stare. Damn, he’d loved ... well one of those asses ... for the longest time now, but now somehow, he’d managed to get to identical perfect asses. He couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
“We want you to,” the girls said in unison.
God, that was hot, and Grant moved forward to slide his cock into the one sister who’s pussy was straddling the other.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as her pussy took that cock.
And now, Grant thought, now to try the other one.
“Oh yeah,” the other sister moaned as her pussy also took that cock.
Fuck. Two twin pussies that were so much alike that they could have been ... well, twins. Did it get any better than that? Once more, his cock moved to the other pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned.
And back again to the other.
“Oh yeah,” the sister moaned again.
He wasn’t holding back. Not anymore, he wasn’t. It didn’t really matter how he’d gotten what he’d gotten. He had them now and for now, that was enough. He was going to fuck Sharon and her twin sister. He was going to fuck Sharon and Sharon-Alike.