The Imperfect Storm Chapter 2_(2)

The Imperfect Storm
© Copyright Mojavejoe420 2013-17

(Trent has written an erotic story on Sexstories.com, but he’s afraid to tell his girlfriend, Whitney, about it. Her sisters know about it, however, and have threatened to tell Whitney. They’re also seeing our man Trent in a rather different light. Please check out Chapter 1! Thanks for reading.)


– The Imperfect Storm –

Chapter 2



Whooshing noise.

What the fuck? I’m dead asleep! Oh, it’s my girlfriend Whitney’s phone. Incoming text. You gotta be shitting me. It’s 7:15 on Saturday morning! I’m going back to sleep. People need to respect the Saturday.

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Somebody jumped on the bed and attacked me. I thought it was Whitney, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I felt a woman’s naked body on top of mine. She rubbed into me and kissed me and told me to get up.

“What’s up babes?” I said groggily, trying to look at the clock. 8:30. I like 10 better. or 11.

“Wake up sleepy head! We have to fuck!” She kissed me more, her breath nice and minty fresh. My mouth tasted like a water buffalo farted in it. But, she doesn’t seem to notice. Huh.

“Is Big Red gone?”

“Yeah, it was gone yesterday but you got drunk and fell asleep.” She thrust her tongue in my mouth, then sucked my tongue in and out of her mouth. She reached down and stroked my morning wood. Hey, that’s nice. And unusual.

“Mmmmmm. I need your cock inside me, Trent. Now, Just fuck me, please?”

Well, I really liked her presentation. I was completely swayed by her arguments. I whole-heartedly agreed with her proposal.

I started to rise up. She put her hand on my chest and said, “No baby. Just sit there. I’m getting on you.”

She moved up on me, dragging her tits in my face, but not letting me catch one in my mouth. It’s a little game we used to play. She reached back and held my cock up at an angle, and she scooted back onto it.

My cock split open her pussy lips. Jesus Christ she’s fucking wet! It usually takes a half an hour of foreplay to get her this wet. What the hell? Hey man, don’t question, just enjoy the ride.

She sat back completely on my cock, her full weight on my pelvis and my cock sunk deep inside her.

“Oh my fucking GOD!” she cried out. She sat up straight and arched her back, thrusting her beautiful breasts forward. Her hands reached for the ceiling, then fell across her breasts. She teased and squeezed them as she rose up and down on my cock.

I thrusted my pelvis to meet her motions, our bodies now slapping together in a hard, fucking rhythm. Whitney fell forward, catching herself on her outstretched arms. More stable now, we fucked faster. I grabbed her tits and slap them together right in my face. The whole time she’s just moaning.

Eventually she collapsed on top of me. She was tired but still humping my rock-hard cock. I grab her ass and, rather gracefully, I might add, roll her over on her back with me on top, my cock staying inside her throbbing pussy.

Whit’s nails dug into my back as she gasps and moans.

“Fuck me! Don’t . . . Stop . . . Keep . . . Fucking me . . . More . . . More . . . Yes oh shit YESSSSS!!!”

Her screams continued as I felt her pussy contract around my cock. Her spasmodic jerks are beautiful to watch; I made this hot babe cum like a motherfucker!

I read somewhere that the male’s hormone levels are the highest in the morning, hence the morning wood. I have to agree with that. My rock hard cock isn’t quite ready to cum yet. All through her tumultuous orgasm, I kept fucking her, hard.

I dragged a pillow over her face for her to scream into. I don’t really want the neighbors knocking on the door. Whit is practically hyperventilating as her orgasm stretches on and on. Jesus, this girl can cum! I finally reached the brink.

I threw off her face pillow to find her hair matted with sweat, her cheeks flushed with passion, and her eyes wild with sex.

“Give me that cum!” she says in a breathless voice. “Give it to me! Come on! I need it Trent! I NEED it . . . in my mouth . . . come on baby . . . come on . . . “

I pulled out of her wet snatch and quickly jumped up to her face. I stroked my cock just a couple times and . . .

“YESSSS!! Fuck yes! Take it all Whitney! Take it all!!!”

My cum shot out of my cock at blinding speed. It tore into her lips, mouth, cheeks. My sperm is so hot it must be sizzling on her skin . . . Whitney gulped it all down in a couple swallows. Her fingers pushed around the cum on her face towards her mouth. She greedily licked her fingers and swallowed all that down, too. It’s been about 6 months or so since she’s let me cum in her mouth. This was fantastic! But also… unexpected, but still fantastic.

I pushed forward now, my flagging cock right in her face. She drew it into her mouth, sucking out the cum remnants and also tasting her own cum on my cock.

“Mmmmmmm so good Trent . . . So good . . . I love your cum in the morning . . . “

Really? You do? Because I was getting the impression you weren’t so into me anymore . . . But I wasn’t born yesterday, so what I said was, “Oh baby! You are so fucking hot! Thank you!” And I slipped down into the bed beside her. We snuggled and kissed for a few moments.

Then she asked me a strange question.

“Am I your dirty girl?”

Well, honestly no. Not lately. I mean you are right now. What the fuck? But Like I said, I wasn’t born yesterday.

“Of course you are baby! But, um . . . what do you mean?”

“Trent. I love you, baby.” She kissed me tenderly. “I want us to work, this to work. I want you and I want to keep you. I will do anything . . . anything for you.”

Now, normally when someone says they’ll do ‘anything’, they never actually mean it. So I kind of took this with a grain of salt.

“Whit, I love you, too! And I like you being my ‘Dirty Girl’. I like it a lot!”

“Good honey! I, ummm. I have a confession to make.”

What. Who did you sleep with? Did you get fired? Hurry up and say it!!!

“Stacy told me about this website that has erotic stories–“

Fuck! Her older sister Stacy ratted me out! I asked her not to. But she also said she would. Fuck!

“–and I read this one story. Well, really the first story cuz Stacy told me to. And, well, maybe you should read it. It was . . . well it got me kinda hot. Maybe you noticed?”

Okay, so Stacy told her about the story, but apparently not that I was the author. Thank God. I don’t think we’re ready for that just yet.

“Baby, you’re always hot!” I lied. “But yeah, you were fucking awesome this morning!”

“I’m glad you liked it! I did . . .” And she kissed me more and snuggled into me with her soft tits and soft body. A lot of guys I know want to just get up and go afterwards. And miss all this? This is what often leads to more sex, guys!

“So, I tell you what. I’m going to bring the computer to you. I want to know what you think of this story. You read, I’ll make you a huge breakfast. Naked, of course.”

“Babes, wear an apron? I don’t want bacon grease to burn your tits.” She laughed. I bent down and sucked one, her nipple hardening in my mouth. I love these tits. So responsive.

She brought me in the laptop and presented it to me. There was my story, on the screen. First chapter. Fuck me.

“So tell me, Whit. how did you find this story?”

“Stacy texted me this morning. I read it twice, then came in and jumped your bones. Stacy told me that Missy read it also, and she found it to be extremely hot!”

Yeah, I know about that one. Whit’s little sister had been sending me these phone videos every day. Just like 30-45 seconds or so. But they were fucking hot. Sucking her own tits, slapping her tits, fingering her pussy. She even sent one of her pissing in the tub. That was weird. And, strangely erotic. I kept deleting them, though. Of course, only after I watched them ten or twenty times.

I pretended to start reading. It’s weird reading your own writings. Mostly what I saw were typos, grammatical errors, story errors, things I could’ve done better. But, eventually I fell into the story. I got through a few chapters when Whit returned with this enormous breakfast of scrambled eggs with peppers and onions and spicy jack cheese, lots of crispy bacon, sausages, O’brien potatoes, toast, juice and coffee.

“Jeez, Whit! Thanks baby! This would feed an army, I think.”

“I want you to get your strength up. You’re going to need it in a few hours!”

She wanted to talk about the story while we ate, and what was going on. I’m really surprised she liked it so much. The story included brother/sister incest, lesbians, light BDSM, sexy moms. I didn’t think she would find this all that sexy.

“Oh yes, Trent! That part where he turns the tables, and ties up his sister and half-rapes her? Oh my God! I came twice reading that. did you like that?”

Like it? I wrote it! Of course I liked it. That’s a big fantasy a lot of us brothers have, to fuck their hot sisters.

“Yeah, it’s pretty damn hot. Don’t you think it’s weird, though? The incest angle?”

“Well . . . I can see how it would happen. They grow up together, they know each other very well, it’s not completely surprising. So, Trent. How about your sister, Kylie? Did you two ever, you know . . .”

“Oh yeah. Sure. We fucked like monkeys on the kitchen table. Mom and dad used to get mad at us because the family couldn’t eat dinner with all our fucking.”

Whitney gave me the evil eye. She knew I was making a joke out of it when, in fact, Kylie was the inspiration for the whole story. My older sister was fucking hot. Did I fuck her? Hey man, stories come from somewhere, ya know? You can’t write a story in a vacuum. But, actually, no, I didn’t.

“What about you and your Sister Bitches?”

“Oh yeah, we’re all just regular lesbians. Mom had to chain us up in our rooms just so she could clean the house. Otherwise there was baby oil and dildos everywhere.”

Touche, I guess.

“Come on!” I said. “Tell me something. You’re all pretty sexual, some things must’ve happened.”

“Hmmm. Well, Melissa was usually naked, or topless. She really likes her boobs and likes showing them off.”

“And you squeezed them a lot and sucked on them?”

“Uh, no. But I’m pretty sure if I said so, she would’ve been okay with it. She’s a little slut. Then um, well maybe I shouldn’t tell you this.” I tilted my head and gave her my best smile. “Well, Stacy did teach me to masturbate . . .”

“Holy shit! Really?”

Whitney nodded her head yes.

“Damn! that’s hot!”

“It’s not really what you think. We weren’t sexual with each other. Although, looking back, it was pretty sexy . . .”

I pulled my rock hard cock from under the sheets and showed it to Whitney.

“Is that from the story or from me talking about my sisters?” There was a slight edge to her voice.

“It’s everything baby. You, this morning, the story. I’m ready for some more.”

“Not now baby. We’ve got to get going for Amy’s birthday, remember? Plus . . . I need you to store up your energy. We’ll be acting out some of this story tonight.”

Amy is my niece, Kylie’s baby.