Jenny was moaning into my ear, urging me to fuck her --- to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. My arms went under her upraised legs. She pushed up on my... chest to tell me what she wanted. I propped my sister up, preparing her for the pounding fuck that I knew she wanted. "Like this?" I gasped, wanting to please her so much. "Yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me, Davy! I've been wanting this for so long. Ooooh, fuck me!" As I was stroking my still-hard cock into Jenny, I thought that this was the best that. I lay in my virgin bed, my breasts still tingling from his touch, it had felt so nice, but I knew I should have stopped him. The next time he took me out it was the same. But this time he managed to undo my blouse buttons to allow his hand inside and on to my bra. It funny, I wasn't thinking about what he was doing to me but how I wished I had worn a more sexy bra, not that I owned any of course. By our fifth date I had become used to his hands on my body, I would fight him for awhile but. How did I get here? I remember the bar, the good looking, blonde haired temptress and the question 'How about quitting the joint, and having fun?' Why not? Nothing was happening here, and she looked like a pretty piece of tail, and I've had more than my fair share of tail, so what's another one?She drove to her flat, with me following in my car, when we got out she said 'I'm rather into kinky sex, you don't mind do you?' - I shook my head, I mean a lay is a lay, no matter how you get it?. She could see the blade he held close, the dark blade she noticed, gleamed wetly in the pale street lamps no doubt coated with that same evil ichors. She smiled to herself, as they were totally unaware of her identity, and the prize they desperately sought, no more than a few paces away. Slick advanced casually, trying to keep the blade unseen. She measured his steps, checked his posture and judged his attack. The instant he surged she moved with a fluid grace, allowing the blade to slice.