This week, we have something a little more vanilla than usual, because, quite honestly, I just can’t take any more prose involving vampire rape until at least thursday.

This one comes to us from ‘AvaLyn’, of ‘Literotica.com’.

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I was at my friend’s house for the weekend. It would be one of the last weekends that I would spend with her for a while. I was leaving for college in a few weeks, and she was going to cosmetology school in a couple states away.

Right, so we’ve established that you’re the smart one.

Jessie and I have been friends for years, growing up together and discovering each other.

Huh, well, that’s kind of a weird turn of phra-

We did everything together, including masturbating.

Right.

She taught me, and I, in turn, taught my sister.

Well, that’s normal, that’s healthy. I mean, why wouldn’t you teach your sibling how to diddle her deely-bopper?

But more on that later. Jessie’s parents were going out on their date night, which to me, was like scheduled sex, which Jessie told me they have every Saturday.

Between 11.00 and 11.03. And not a minute later.

So, we had the house to ourselves for the night. They didn’t plan on being home until after midnight.

00.01, to be precise. Enough for a quickie on the porch.

“Watch, my father will be up early the next morning with a goofy smile on his face,” Jessie said. “How do you know?” I asked. “Because that means that he got his cock sucked in the car by my mother.”

Why do you say that with such derision?

If he’s still that happy about it the next day, your mother must be pretty darn good. If anything, you should be proud of her achievements.

Thank your mother. Everyone, thank your mothers for blowing your fathers so well. I know I do.

Every day.

I had choked on my soda when she said that.

“I haven’t thanked my mother!”

At seven, her parents were of, telling us to be good and all of that. “What does she think, we are ten? You’re almost twenty and I’m almost nineteen! Oh, man, we have to invite over a bunch of dudes and have an unprotected orgy…” She said this loudly so her mother could hear.

“Oh, sweetie. You’re too unpopular to have orgies, remember? There’s leftovers in the fridge.”

“Don’t get smart with me. We’re leaving.” With that, they left, and I watched her father’s ass as her walked behind his wife.

Did he have a nice wiggle?

Jessie stood, and grabbed a movie off one of the shelves next to the TV, and put it in. “I watched this last night, and I knew that you had to see it.” I watched as the opening to the movie was a steamy sex scene.

“It was hot. Well, I assume it was hot. The camera was all fogged up.”

“What is it called?” She smiled. “Basic Instinct.”

Oh, Nicholas Cage is great as the crime novelist in that.

So, we both watched the movie, and by the end of it, my panties were soaked and I could have sworn that this was a porn movie.

If this girl ever gets dial-up, her brain will explode, and kill everyone in the building.

“Did you like it?” she asked, turning to me. I could see the lust in her eyes, and I nodded. “Want to go upstairs to my room? I have something to show you.” I gulped and nodded again.

“I wish Jessie didn’t share her room with all those dead clowns.”

She led me up to her room, and shut the door, even though no one was home. “I found this in my mother’s dresser when I was looking for some money.” She opened her drawer next to her bed and pulled out a vibrator. It was pink and white stripped, a normal old vibrator that needed two batteries.

Fun fact: The word ‘battery’ actaully comes from the old gaelic slang phrase ‘battey rie’, meaning ‘an homosexual rice pudding’.

Impress your English teachers!

“I haven’t tried it yet; I wanted to wait for you.”

“I want you to watch me use it. What? No, of course I’m not going to clean it first. That would be weird.”

My clit throbbed.

Eh, that just means rain’s coming.

I knew what to do with it. She laid on the bed, and pulled her pants and underwear down over her hips, and I could tell that she was soaking wet too. The movie had the same affect on her as it did me.

She spread her legs, and I saw that she shaved her pussy. “Why did you shave?” I asked her. Jessie smiled.

When you don’t want to answer questions about personal hygeine, just smile creepily.

“I wanted to try something new.” She parted her lips and I saw her clit jump with her pulse.

Hypnotic. Like a fleshy lava lamp.

She turned on the vibrator by turning the knob on the top. It buzzed to life, and she put it on full speed. She touched he clit with the tip, and gasped. “Oh, God, this is…oh, my…fuck, this is amazing!”

“I can taste the rainbow!”

I could feel my pussy begin to get wetter, and could not wait for her to come, and for it to be my turn. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she groaned.

Like a dying yak.

Sweat began to bead at her brow, nose, and lip. It didn’t take long at all for her to come.

Come where? To the market, the salon? The delicatessen?

She almost screamed and with the orgasm, she squirted across the bed. Streaks of wetness splayed across my chest, and I shook with fever, and pulled it off.

You pulled off…the fever? Or the wetness?

Girl, your syntax is all kinds of messed up.

She sat up.

AMAZING

“Wow, that was amazing! I have never felt something so good!” She rolled off the bed, and handed me the vibrator, which was still on. “Ok, go for it, Ava. Make yourself come.”

“You don’t think we maybe ought to at least give it a wipe down?”

“NO.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

Well, good. Because she didn’t.

I took off my pants and shoved my yellow panties to the side, wanting to soak them. Jessie put her face right to my lips and watched every pulse and jump it made.

All hail the hypno-clit.

I spread them open and put the vibrator to my clit. It felt like fire, and my clit pulsed like crazy. I knew I would be buying one of these soon.

If I were a sex toy company, I would use that as a quote in advertisements.

And it would not take me long to come.

“But that, friends, is a story for another time.”

“God, look how red your lips are…wow, and you’re so red, Ava, look at it!”

Jessie is…the Labia Whisperer.

She kept whispering about how sexy it looked, and then I began to come.

To the delicatessen?

I arched up, and she put her finger in my pussy. “Oh God, Oh God!!!” Jessie moved her finger up to my G-spot, and I squirted right in her face.

Wow, she has a natural defence mechanism, like a deep sea squid.

She loved it, and drank some of it down.

“It may be the juice of a sweaty vagina, but it’s still better than Pepsi Max.”

I collapsed, and shut off the vibrator. I was breathing hard, and she wiggled up to me and held me. Both of us were naked, and I fell asleep in her arms.

Parents? Home? Are coming? Soon? Delicatessen?

I knew that even though we would be away from each other for a while, I would make the trip to see her. With a vibrator of my own.

Well, isn’t that just adorable.

***

That was nice, wasn’t it? Sort of cleansing. There was barely any sexual deviancy in that one at all. Next week will be different, though. Oh boy, will it be different.

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-Alex