Chasing the Train - Sex Stories

Chasing the Train

... chuckling.

“Maybe I am,” Melanie admitted.

“You could go cocktease my brother,” Candice suggested. “I’m sure he’d love to hold you down again.”

“Oh my God! Really? Can I borrow that other shirt you got?” Melanie asked.

Candice went back in her closet and pulled out another shirt, handing it to Melanie. As Leah watched, her friend stripped off her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Melanie pulled the new shirt over her head. In red letters across the front it read, “Always Open,” with a little arrow pointing at her cunt.

“Let’s go watch,” Candice said to Leah. “She’s getting really good at this.”

Leah, fidgeting, followed the two girls from the room. They descended the steps and crept to the living room. Candice and Leah watched from the doorway, while Melanie rounded the couch to stand in front of Candice’s brother.

“What?” he asked, pulling his eyes from the TV.

“You’re not going to apologize for what you did to me?” Melanie asked.

“No. You were asking for it,” he responded. “It looks like you’re asking for it again.”

Melanie shook her head and said, “I am not! I dress how I want. That doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want. I want you to say you’re sorry.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll… I’ll tell your parents what you did to me!” Melanie shouted.

He stood up, his imposing bulk towering over the girl. As Candice and Leah watched, he reached out and grabbed Melanie’s braid in his hand. She yelped but he pulled her toward him ...

... and put his big arm around her waist.

“No!” Melanie screamed. “Let me go!”

He didn’t listen. Instead, he chuckled and forced her onto her knees on the couch. Melanie whimpered and struggled, which prompted him to put his weight on her, crushing her body against the back of the couch. With the girl pinned, he quickly tugged off his shirt, grabbed both of her wrists, and used it to tie them together.

“Don’t!” Melanie protested. “Please don’t! I’m sorry! Just let me go. Don’t do it again!”

“It’s so hot,” Candice whispered. “She’s really good, right?”

Leah felt horrified, but she nodded.

Candice’s brother tugged roughly on Melanie’s braid, making her squeak, then he pushed her head down into the back of the couch cushion and undid his pants with his free hand. Leah couldn’t hear his zipper over the sounds of Melanie’s muffled protests, but she did hear when those protests turned into a screech. Melanie’s struggles became more vigorous, and Leah knew that he was fucking her friend.

“You cockteasing slut,” he growled. “This is your own fault. Coming around here, flaunting your wet cunt and those fucking tits.”

He began to violently hammer Melanie’s fuckhole, holding her head down, his other hand gripping her bound arms tightly. Soon, her screams turned to whimpers and Leah thought she might be crying.

“Touch your cunt,” Candice whispered.

Leah looked at her in horror, her eyes moving downward, where she could see Candice masturbating herself under her ...