Stan Greenwood had been badgering me for quite some time to go for a ride with him in his brand-new Porsche sports car.
I had been putting him off for a little while mainly because I had heard so much about how he expected a girl to put out too much too fast. I mean, even though I'm no prude at sixteen, and have had a few affairs, I don't like some guy who gives me the rush act.
Stan thinks that he's God's gift to women in the first place, and he gets away with most girls, mainly because his old man is such a prominent doctor in the community. He's loaded with money, and from the time he was a little kid Stan has been used to getting every-thing he's wanted. Naturally, now that he's a junior in high school, he expects all the young girls that he can get.
I let him drive me home, and, after we stopped for a few moments to have a soda, we got into his car and he drove me straight to-ward my place. He was actually conducting himself so much like a gentleman that I could hardly believe it. He didn't seem to be in character with the Stan Greenwood I had heard so much about.
He pulled his Porsche to a stop near a tree several doors from my house.
"But it's up there, Stan," I pointed.
"I know, but I've got a few other ideas," he grinned.
Next thing I knew he was sliding his hot red lips forward. They plunged with effervescent excitement against mine. I must say, that even though he took me by surprise, the kiss couldn't help but give me some terrific satisfaction, particularly down between my legs in my pussy.
I could feel the waves of titillation sweeping through my vagina as his lips continued to remain pressed firmly against mine.
As his lips remained locked securely against mine, ,he first reached down with both hands, letting his fingers cup around my buttocks. Even though he was feeling the material of my skirt, he gripped me so securely that I felt waves of sensation.
While his fingers were moving snugly against the material around my buttocks, his lips seemed to press against mine even harder than before. He put every bit of oomph that he could into his movements.
He released his lips from mine every bit as quickly as they had initially pressed against my lips. This time his tongue darted with magnificent ease inside my mouth. Before I even had time to gulp, his tongue was con-verging hungrily against mine. I loved the sensation of his tongue bathing against my own, even though I knew it would be a terrible mistake to encourage him. But for the time being he had me overpowered, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Yes, I did attempt to squirm free for a little bit, but my efforts were unsuccessful. The moment that my buttocks began to wiggle, he reached out and let his arms wrap securely around my body. He tugged good and hard, determined not to let me go.
He kept up his rhapsodic French kissing for a long time. It seemed like forever before he finally withdrew his tongue from my mouth.
He certainly wasn't through, not by a long shot. As a matter-of-fact, if he had had his way, we would have stripped and done it together right there in that car. I knew it, and that was what terrified me. He was every bit as bold as the girls I had talked to had said, if not even more so.
He went to work with his right hand, sliding it up along my left leg, then finally making penetration inside my skirt.
His eager fingers quickly found their way inside my panties. With great speed, and skill he slipped them inside my white silky panties, then let them begin to maneuver against my vagina.
"Let me go, damn it," I shrieked.
Stan figured that the best way to shut me up would be to let his tongue plunge once more inside my mouth, so that's precisely what he did. This time his long red tongue was darting with even greater excitement than before. With spectacular ease he smoothly moved it along against my tongue, generating additional electricity within both of us.
While our tongues continued to collide, he moved his fingers more swiftly than before against my velvety vagina.
I tingled as his fingers touched my blonde pubic hairs. He had my pubic mound in an uproar, and all it really took were a few well-timed finger movements before I began to juice a little. I mean, it wasn't what you would call a full-fledged orgasm, but I recognized that, with just a little more effort, I would soon be at the orgasm stage.
As the dew drops spilled against his fingers, he withdrew his tongue from my mouth.
"Oh boy, I'm already feeling some juice," Stan sighed. "I want to suck you, honey. I'm gonna pull down your skirt and panties, then bury my head between your legs."
"We're sitting in a car, you crazy son-of-a-bitch. A sports car at that"
"There's a top over it," he laughed. "I wouldn't think of doing something like this with the top down."
"You know what I mean. It's still risky."
"You get scared too easy. You're too much of a prude."
"I don't know you that well, Stan. I was told you were bad. But you're even worse than I thought."
"Quiet down."
By that time his fingers were curling around the back of my skirt. I knew that it would only be a matter of a few seconds before he would unzip my skirt, then pull it off.
I decided that if I was going to make a move at all, it would have to be at that moment.
Suddenly, I reached out with my right hand, delivering a swift, decisive slap which caught him on the side of the face.
The slap was good enough to do the trick. He dropped his hands suddenly, giving me a chance to make my escape from the car.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked, rubbing the side of his face.
By the time he sufficiently recovered, I was on the sidewalk and walking swiftly toward my house.
"Come back here," he called out frantically, jumping out of the car and walking toward me.
"That's my brother's car in the driveway over there," I pointed toward Mike's green Nova in the driveway. "You just better watch it. He's nineteen and a great athlete. I don't think you'd want to tangle with him."
"I know all about your brother's reputation," Stan said sarcastically. "You don't have to try and impress me."
"I'm not trying to impress you. I'm just trying to tell you what'll happen to you if you give me any more trouble."
"I don't want to make war, I want to make love," he said with disgust.
"Try it on some other girl who-likes to be treated like a tramp."
"You've got the wrong idea."
"I've got the right idea," I said, storming away.
Stan shook his head, then walked dejectedly back to his car.
Just as I was entering the front door of the house, I heard him gunning it. I turned around and watched him jotting off swiftly in the distance. He certainly didn't like to be thwarted once he had sex in mind.
As I opened the door and walked inside the house, I had mixed feelings. Even though I hadn't liked the idea of him coming on that fast, in trying to take advantage of me, I could never forget those beautiful sensations he supplied with his fingers. He really knew how to work them against my nest, and all it had taken were a few of his strokes for me to begin to spill some pussy juice.
The last few months I had had so many opportunities for sex that I couldn't even begin to count them all.
Maybe I'm only sixteen, but I've got the kind of face and body that make most women turn passionate red with envy. I know, because I've seen it happen enough times. My breasts are a perfectly formed thirty-eight inches, and my hips thirty-six. When you measure those assets against a twenty-two inch waist, coupled with long, flowing blonde hair and green eyes, you get the point. I'm in constant demand.
I surrendered my pussy for the first time just a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, and since then the hectic race has been on. Every guy at school wants into my cock-pit, along with a number of guys who go to school with my brother Mike, even though they're afraid to make a move in front of him.
I entered the living room, calling out to my brother. My folks wouldn't be home from work for another hour yet, and, after Mike failed to reply, I figured he was probably in his room studying.
I walked quickly down the hall toward his room, deciding to look in on him just to make certain that he was there and studying. Since his car was out in front, my curiosity was aroused.
From the time that I was just a little tot, I had always had a profound admiration for Mike. At nineteen, he was all that a young guy could dream of being.
For one thing, he had a full 4-year athletic scholarship to State University, where he was their star miler.
I saw him in every one of his track meets and the hero worship I held for him seemed to increase rather than diminish the older that I got.
As I approached his room, I thought I heard strange sounds coming from inside it. It sounded like people panting. At first I thought that my ears were playing tricks on me, but when I opened the door just a crack, I got a full view of everything.
Mike was sprawled out in the middle of his bed, stark naked.
His legs were spread widely, and his face was reddening with increasing desire as he lay there, being spiritedly sucked-off by his girl friend, dark-haired Sarah Fletcher.
Since I had seen Sarah around the house a number of times with Mike, I kind of figured that they had a good deal going between them, but it was really something being jolted for the first time. I mean, actually seeing your own brother in the act with a good-looking chick.
Sarah was a senior, two years older than Mike, and had been a princess at the last homecoming-day festivities.
Her long, black locks bounced in her self-created breeze as her head bobbed up and down.
Sarah was also naked, and she possessed a body that was just about as beautiful as mine.
I observed her long, flowing breasts bouncing in all their firmness along with the rest of Sarah's body as she let her lip and tongue drag along the tip of Mike's hard penis.
She began to accelerate her movements over his throbbing member, which was swollen to full length. It bulged with flaming desire, ready to explode from the swift movements generated by Sarah's tongue.
"Keep sweeping your tongue over my dick," Mike sighed. "I love your movements, honey, keep the tongue moving quickly. As a matter-of-fact, you can even move it faster. I love what you're doing."
His words of encouragement sparked Sarah all the more. Her long, smooth, firm legs began to tremble from the burning activity that was in progress.
Her tongue, which had been concentrating on the burning tip of Mike's throbbing stock, soon began to extend itself to other parts of his phallus.
She began to let her tongue slide down the base of his long stem, and as she continued making fervent contact with his cock, she let the fingers of both hands start to wind their way around his balls.
She worked her tongue eagerly on his testicles, tickling his balls while she kept on sucking the full length of his cock.
I could soon see a difference in his reaction after she began to work her fingers around his balls. His buttocks began to bounce resoundingly on top of the bed, and as I heard the bedsprings begin to jangle, I couldn't help but feel those same tingles of delight in my pussy that had been there just a few minutes earlier when Stan Greenwood was getting fresh with me.
CHAPTER 2
I guess I never fully realized that I was turned on sexually with my brother Mike until I saw him lying there naked, his body threshing eagerly on top of the bed as he got his cock sucked.
Instinctively, I reached back with my right hand and grabbed my zipper. I pulled it down quickly, wiggling my hips fervently as I got out of my skirt.
I watched the skirt angle down my legs. Once more I couldn't help but realize what a nifty set of gains I had been blessed with. I certainly had them admired enough by young men. Come to think of it, by men of all ages.
I let the skirt slip down all the way to my ankles, then stepped out of it. All the while the burning sensations continued to multiply in my pussy.
My eyes were fixed on brother Mike's prick, which was getting the first-class treatment from Sarah's talented tongue.
I couldn't help but think that Sarah had a lot more going for her than good looks and a good figure. Maybe she had a reason beyond those two factors for being named homecoming princess. If she gave head like that enough times, she couldn't help but make a big splash among the men on the campus.
Sarah bounced up and down with spectacular grace as she kept up her swift tongue efforts. She would let her tongue run up and down the full length of Mike's dick, then would work it back to the tip of his throbbing pecker. That way she was giving it to him the best of both ways. All the while, as she kept up her sizzling tongue efforts, she would work her fingers smoothly around his bulging testicles.
I kept imagining how seething he must have been both in his cock and balls, judging by the reactions he was giving out with to her movements.
"Scrape your tongue all the way down my cock," he cried out. "I'm not that far from finishing, baby. You're gonna get a spectacular load of juice inside your mouth. Collect every drop of it. You deserve a treat like that. A nice, hot lunch. That's what you're gonna get. Hell, there'll be more than lunch. It'll be dinner, and a damned good one at that."
Her tongue continued sliding up and down the full length of his throbbing stick. As he moved that much closer to the final stages of the act, Mike reached out with his trembling hands.
I watched as his fingers gripped Sarah's head. He was forcing her down over his huge rod, making her suck him just the way that he wanted it.
"Keep moving your tongue," he gasped. "Keep sucking, honey. Go after my pecker juice. I'm gonna spill a sea of hot jissum in your mouth. It's gonna be like a damned earth-quake, honey, but a lot more fun. The stuff is gonna come spilling into your mouth. I want you to eat every drop of it."
His sexy words, coupled with the hardness of his cock and the spirited way in which Sarah was sucking it, caused me to reach out next and grab the elastic of my silky white panties.
With great speed, I pulled them down my legs, listening to the sounds of the silk scraping against my firm skin.
I looked down at my white-thatched pubic mound. I thought about how, just a short time ago, Stan had succeeded in getting his fingers inside it.
My instincts were completely taking charge of me. As I watched Sarah's sucking with hypnotic fascination, the fingers of my right hand began to maneuver against my mound.
At first I let my fingers move slowly against my pubic hairs. I couldn't help but notice that the sensations were almost identical with those supplied by Stan just a short time before. In a way I was sorry that I didn't let him at least play with my pussy until I juiced. But, of course, I also had to recognize that he was interested in more than that. He admitted that his next order of business would have been to suck my snatch.
My fingers began to work with brisk ease as I let them come into steady contact with my mound. Before I knew it I was beginning to juice, continuing to watch the fascinating spectacle of Sarah going down on Mike while my fingers flew.
The closer that she moved him to the act of orgasm, the more frenziedly my fingers began to glide against my mound.
My vaginal lips quaked with sensation from my quick, precise movements. I masturbated for all I was worth, letting the juice flow as Sarah kept up her antics. I imagined what it would be like for me to turn my tongue loose on Mike's hard cock. Even though, as I earlier said, I fooled around a little with guys, and had let a few inside my pussy with their cocks, I hadn't yet blown one.
A few of them really made a fuss about it, wanting me to suck their rods, but I never felt quite that close to any of them. I had thought about cock-sucking as something strange and off-beat, even though a number of my girl friends had told me how much fun it could be. I figured that they could go ahead and do it, but that I wasn't about to.
Suddenly, I was re-evaluating everything. The longer that I observed Sarah's head bouncing up and down as she delivered her tongue stabs with dedication toward Mike's rod, the more envious I felt toward her.
Mike moved his fingers carefully through her hair, enjoying the steady finger contact as she kept up her incessant sucking.
"Keep going, I'm practically there, you've just about got me off," Mike sighed.
I observed the beads of sweat beginning to surface on his forehead, and his legs were quivering with great anticipation while she kept up her steady activity, working her tongue up and down his instrument.
She slowed down her pace as she moved into the final few stages of the act. Sarah was readying herself for the first few droplets of Mike's jissum.
I remembered how some girls I knew had told me about those first few spurting sensations. One girl had said that there was nothing like it, that she preferred it to any other kind of sex activity.
From what I was observing, I could now be-gin to see exactly what she meant. It was great watching Mike go out of his gourd with fascination while Sarah kept on faithfully working her tongue up and down his dick.
Whereas she had been working her fingers more sharply against his balls earlier, she slowed down the movements. She let her fingers touch his testicles ever so smoothly and carefully. Sarah was intent on draining every bit of emotion and sensation from Mike before the first few droplets of cum began to spill out of the end of his mammoth organ.
Mike's face began to redden, and drops of sweat trickled down both sides of his face. I could see from the intense expression on his face that he wasn't far removed from the big moment.
My legs began to quiver about as nervously as Mike's from the activity I was generating with my fingers. I heaved a sigh as I gushed, placing my hand over my mouth so that I wouldn't be heard. I certainly didn't want to be caught looking in on their fuck session.
Sarah finally released her fingers from Mike's balls. She tickled the tip of his penis one more time with her tongue, then slid it all the way down his long pole.
A few strokes later, Mike began to erupt. His buttocks bounced up and down on the bed and he gave a loud sigh.
A few gasps later, I observed the first few drops of his white sperm spilling out of the end of his nervous cock.
"This is it, go get it," he gasped.
I watched Sarah brace herself. She wore a look of steady determination as her tongue made contact with Mike's sperm.
After those first few drops, the deluge hit. The burning semen began to spill uncontrollably out of the end of Mike's dick. All the while he heaved a loud sigh, watching with open-mouthed amazement as his lover did all in her power to corral every drop of precious liquid.
I could tell from the way Sarah went about it that she had had a good deal of experience. She slurped with everything she had, determined to swallow his entire load.
"Stay with it," Mike encouraged.
While she kept on swallowing the spurting droplets of juice, Mike ran his fingers affectionately through her hair. He enjoyed the treatment that he was getting from Sarah, who valued his orgasmic load highly.
As the juices continued to flow unrestrainedly from Mike's cock into Sarah's waiting mouth, I felt more envious than ever of Sarah. Even though I had never had a load, and even though I had been anything but impressed upon listening to girl friends of mine tell me about what it was like to receive a man's cum, I hadn't been the least bit interested until I saw my own brother being sucked off by Sarah.
I figured that if she could give him sensations of that sort, so could I.
As I began to evaluate my thoughts and jealousies, however, I couldn't help but begin to feel guilty. Was I flipping out or something? After all, Mike was my brother. Sarah certainly had more of a right to have sex with him than I did. Sure he loved me, but in a much different way than he did somebody like Sarah.
I spent the next few seconds trying to silently rationalize that Mike hadn't really meant that much to me at all sexually. It was just that he had a long hard cock, and that I hadn't realized up until that point what I was missing.
If I could just go down on a hot young guy and taste his load, I told myself, then the mystery would be over.
As I watched Sarah gobble down the final few drops of Mike's huge load, I knew it was time for me to put my clothes back on and go to my room.
Then I watched Mike pull Sarah toward him and deliver a kiss to her lips.
"That's for being such a great cock-sucker," he winked.
I pulled my panties up quickly, and my skirt.
As I moved quickly down the hall toward my bedroom, I felt in something of a daze.
Despite my unswerving love and dedication toward Mike, never had I looked toward him in such an obvious sexual context as I just had.
I still couldn't quite understand what had motivated me to watch him with intensity, then remove my skirt and panties and play with my pussy.
All kinds of emotions were flooding through me. One moment I would envy Sarah, while the next I would begin to feel guilty over having spied on them.
There was one thing, though, that I just couldn't deny. I had received tremendous kicks watching Sarah exercise her tongue over Mike's long cock.
I couldn't help but wonder just what I would do with an opportunity to let my tongue glide with a young man's penis. Just maybe I would take the plunge sometime, I thought, and perhaps I would learn to like it just as well as Sarah obviously did.
Once more I thought back to Stan, and the way that he had recklessly thrown himself at me.
CHAPTER 3
The next morning, Stan eagerly approached me.
"Say, sorry about yesterday afternoon," he said.
"You should be sorry," I looked at him and pouted. "You're all hands, Stan."
"Look, Susan. like I said, I'm sorry. I really want to make it up to you."
"I'll bet," I said sarcastically. "If that's what you do to me without even really getting to know me, I can imagine just how you'd act if you really did know me."
"Please don't be so mean to me," he shook his head.
I looked at him for several seconds, saying nothing. It was funny how fast my anger melted once he gave me that hurt, wounded little-boy look. The longer I looked at him, the more I thought about what I had seen in Mike's bedroom. I recalled how much fun he had had being sucked off by Sarah. And it certainly appeared that Sarah had enjoyed herself equally. Perhaps I ought to at least give Stan a chance, I thought.
"Just how would you make it up to me, Stan?" I asked.
"My folks are gonna be gone for the week-end, so they won't be using the beach house. I told you about the beach house, didn't I?"
"I think you did mention it when you were driving me home. What about it?"
"I just thought that maybe you'd like to see it. You know, I could fix you a Coke or some-thing. After we sun ourselves at the beach."
"That's right. Tomorrow is Saturday, isn't it?"
"It sure is. I can hardly wait to be free of school for the weekend."
"You and me both."
"I thought girls liked school, Susan," he chuckled.
"Not this one."
"Then you're like me. I don't like it either."
"I get bored by it. There's so many better things around to do."
"I feel the same way."
"Maybe I was a little too harsh. But I'm just warning you, Stan. Don't come on like that again. I still haven't completely recovered."
"You got my word. How about me picking you up at your place at I o'clock tomorrow afternoon?"
"That would be fine."
We parted company at that point, going to our respective classes.
I was really looking forward to going to the beach with Stan. I couldn't help but recognize a boyish charm about him. He was younger than my brother Mike, and definitely a little on the immature side, but it was a refreshing kind of immaturity. The kind of immaturity that made you wonder always what he was going to do next.
Before going to the beach on Saturday, I spent a little. time sunning myself in the back yard. I put on the same snug white bikini that I would be wearing to the beach, and I must say that the longer I admired myself in it in the mirror, the more convinced I became that I would make Stan's eyes pop out once he saw me in it.
Mike left the house in the middle of the moving, telling me that he was going to school for a study session in the library with some friends.
"You going out today ? " he asked.
"I've got a date with Stan Greenwood," I told him.
"Be careful of that guy. He's got quite a reputation."
"I can handle myself in the clinches," I smiled.
"I hope so. I hear he's a wild one. Better not get wild with you. As I've said before, if any of those guys give you any trouble, just let me know."
"I will."
It made me feel good to know that my big, strong brother was so eager to protect me from the wolves at school.
Stan arrived right on the dot, honking his horn. I climbed into his Porsche, wearing a mu-mu. I was saving my bikini act for the beach.
He parked the car in the driveway' of the beach house. He took me inside to see it briefly, and I expressed amazement at its beauty. I liked, in particular, the huge picture window out of which you could see the splashing waters of the Pacific Ocean.
"Let's get some of that afternoon sunshine," he suggested.
"Just give me a chance to take this off," I said, pointing to my mu-mu.
Stan stood and watched as I removed the mu-mu, stepping out of it and showing him my beautiful bikini-clad form.
"Are you ever built," he whistled.
I smiled, walking beside him as we carried a couple of blankets out into the sandy beach area.
Stan took particular delight in covering me with tanning lotion. Every time that his hand would touch my arm or leg, I could observe his penis harden. It impressed me to know that he was that impressionable to every touch. It meant that I had high voltage sex appeal.
We stayed out in the sunshine-until we both became a little on the red side.
At that point Stan suggested that we go back into the house.
"I don't know about you, but I'm a little thirsty," he smiled. "Being out in that hot sun really makes you work up a sweat."
"I'm thirsty, too."
I thought he would offer me a soft drink, but instead he opened up the refrigerator and showed me a seemingly endless row of beer cans.
"Let's have a beer," he said.
"I'm not much on drinking. As a matter-of-fact, it doesn't take much at all to get me soused. Don't you have anything else?"
"Gosh, I thought there'd be Cokes in there," he shook his head. "I guess Mom and Dad have been doing nothing but drinking beer down here."
I didn't find his statement very convincing. I got the feeling that he had planned it that way all along.
He quickly guzzled down a beer, taunting me to match him.
"Come on, I'm opening a second," he said. "You finish your first and I'll give you another one."
I stepped out of character and drank a lot faster than I should have, finishing the beer.
I then joined him for a second one. About midway through it, I really began to feel the effects of the beer.
At first I became dizzy, then groggy. But finally the grogginess began to wear off and I started feeling giddy. I could tell that Stan was feeling the same way.
Every time he would take a sip from the beer can, he would look over at me that much more affectionately. I could see the rising glow of intensity written all over his face.
He finally eased his body over next to mine as I lay sprawled out on the rug in the middle of the room.
He began by rubbing my forehead affectionately, then let his fingers glide ever so soothingly through my long, blonde hair.
"That hair's so soft, so groovy to touch," he said. "I really dig you, honey."
I could see that he was warming up to me fast, but this time I just wasn't in the mood to object. He had a determined expression on his face, one that convinced me of his expectations.
After his fingers had moved soothingly through my hair, reminding me of what I had seen Mike do to Sarah while she was sucking his cock, he slipped the fingers of his right hand inside my bikini top.
I watched his cock harden with great exhilaration as his fingers came into contact with my right breast. He fondled my nipple with great affection, moving his finger and titillating my tits. Occasionally he would apply a little pressure and squeeze my nipple, which caused my whole body to shake.
"I like the size of your tits," he grinned. "They're just made to order for my fingers."
While the fingers of his right hand worked on my left breast and nipple, he moved his other hand inside my other breast. He moved it fervently inside the bikini top, then squeezed my breast.
"I sure love touching your tits," he said. "That's one sure way to get a woman hot for sex."
He moved his fingers with spectacular grace and ease over my firm flesh. He then released his fingers from my breasts, undoing my bikini top.
I watched the top drop to the floor, then observed his head dropping between my breasts.
He quickly sucked the area separating the breasts, working his tongue swiftly and thoroughly, enjoying every contact.
I couldn't help but sharply react to what was happening to me. My hips began to sway back and forth. That was the first move. After that a steady procession ensued. At once my hips were in motion, my buttocks and thighs began to undergo the same kind of activity.
The longer that his tongue swept up and down, supplying tremendous sensations to the shadowy valley which separated my breasts, the more uninhibited I began to feel.
The girl who had fought Stan off the other afternoon was ten thousand miles away. She had been replaced by a newer, sexier model of Susan Stafford.
He left a trail of saliva as a result of his brisk tongue movements. He withdrew his tongue from the pendulous valley between my breasts, letting it go to work on my left tit.
With great dispatch, he slid his tongue against the firm flesh. I couldn't help but observe how white my tits were compared to the rest of me. All it had taken was just a part of an afternoon to get me to that point.
His tongue picked up the pace with great enthusiasm, working with unswerving devotion against my breast, sending waves of sensation rippling throughout my body.
While my vaginal lips swelled with yearning anticipation, and my clitoris tickled with de-light from the breast movements he supplied with his tongue, my lover Stan was keeping his hands busy as well.
At first he permitted his fingers to move soothingly through my hair once more, but after a while he set his sights on a more erogenous target.
He let the fingers of both hands curl energetically around my buttocks. His fingers at first moved slowly over my ass cheeks, but the more he began to find the range, the more firmly his fingers pressed against my buttocks.
Before I knew it he was applying sharp pressure, occasionally even causing my buttocks to sting. But sting or no sting, I liked what he was doing. As a matter-of-fact, I kind of liked feeling those sensations of pain, just as long as they weren't too extreme. It made me realize that Stan was very much a man, and that he was dominating me.
His tongue darted around my breast, covering every crevice of flesh, following which he would put it to work against my nipple. It would dart and stab against my nipple, attacking it from every conceivable angle. Then he would proceed on to my other breast.
The conscientious breast sucking pushed me quickly toward climax. It was a delicious feeling I had flowing between my legs, one that caused my vagina to constantly tickle.
"Keep going, lover, you're finding the range," I told him.
With that he tightened his grip on my firm ass cheeks.
I observed them reddening from his tight grasp. There was no way that he was about to let up from the pace that he was setting.
CHAPTER 4
Stan reduced me to pepper between my legs, then withdrew his tongue from my breasts.
He looked down at my saliva covered white nobs, then smiled at me.
"Turn over on your stomach, baby, so I can give you the best rim job you've ever had," he said.
"What do you mean by a rim job?"
"I thought you'd been around a little more than that," he laughed. "You don't know what
that is ? "
"No. What else would you call it?"
"An ass hole suck."
"I've never had my ass sucked. A guy offered to do it once, but I told him it would be too embarrassing."
"There's nothing like it. You'll find out soon enough that's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. Something to get excited over."
I turned over on my stomach with great expectations. It was nice balling on the rug. It was such a nice, soft carpet.
He reached out with his strong hands, grabbing my ankles and parting my legs.
Before Stan initiated the sucking, he reached out and grabbed my thighs, fondling them in his fingers.
"You're so firm," he told me. "That's 3/4th of the fun of fucking. Having a nice firm body."
He dropped his head down finally between my legs, zeroing in quickly on my ass.
As his fingers moved over my ass cheeks, he slipped his tongue inside my ass hole.
Stan wanted to move slowly at first, so his tongue worked its way along inside my anus at a snail's pace. He let it barely scrape against my rosy red anus, but that was certainly sufficient to get me electrified with excitement.
Once more I felt the burning urges in my pussy. He kept up his snail's pace for only a short time. I figured from the very beginning that he would soon begin to work his tongue quickly around my ass hole, and that was what soon came to pass. He slipped his tongue with burning zeal high inside my ass hole, driving it high and fast inside me.
He kept sliding his tongue, driving it energetically into every crevice of my ass hole. As he sucked, I instinctively wiggled. My buttocks were flailing ,back and forth with rhythmic satisfaction. I enjoyed experiencing his every blazing tongue movement.
While his tongue kept on driving spiritedly inside my ass hole, his fingers worked their way from my flailing buttocks down to my legs.
While my ass cheeks continued to rotate under the impetus of the amazing satisfaction he was supplying my ass hole with his steady sucking, his fingers worked on my thighs, then down to my ankles.
He would work his fingers first from my thighs down to my ankles, then back up from the ankles to the thighs.
As his fingers kept on squeezing me, his tongue asserted itself in a blaze of glory inside my anus. He was stabbing me all the way into my rectum, allowing his tongue to maneuver against me with everything that he could bring to bear.
"I don't believe it," I gasped, "nothing has ever felt this good. Just keep your tongue going. I really love it."
I recognized, however, that it wouldn't be long before I would be feeling so helplessly excited down between my legs that he would have to shift his attention from my ass hole to my pussy.
Before I reached that desperation status, Stan released his tongue from my anus. He kissed first my left buttock, then my right, after which he exercised his tongue over my ass cheeks. He would rotate his tongue movements from one cheek to the other, then finally removed his tongue altogether.
"I've got to eat your box," he exclaimed.
He reached out and grabbed my arms, gliding me over on my back.
Stan's sure fingers reached down and grabbed my thighs, parting my legs with spectacular ease, then preparing to allow his tongue to come into contact with my box.
My pussy was reacting like a blast furnace, alive with combustible, electrical energy.
My legs trembled with yearning desire as I awaited his first sucking movements.
Stan had provided me with brilliant sensations in my ass hole, and now I was waiting to see what he would do once his tongue came into steady contact with my mound.
He reached out with the fingers of both hands, permitting them to glide around my breasts as he sank his head between my legs and approached my vagina.
Stan's tongue tickled my vagina with soft, fluid impact. Just as he had initiated the ass hole sucking in a slow manner, he used the same pattern of deliberation upon coming into contact with my pussy.
His tongue slid against my mound several times, after which he released it from my blazing gash and let his teeth come into contact with my clitoris.
He nibbled on my clit with just the right amount of sensitivity necessary to cause my whole body to shake and squirm. His nibbling achieved an immediate effect. It caused some juices to spill out of my pussy, which encouraged him all the more.
Once Stan saw just how hot I was, he re-leased his teeth from my clitoris and put his tongue to work on my mound.
This time he was stoutly determined to bring me off as quickly as possible. It didn't take long for me to determine just how anxiety ridden he was to taste my juices. It became only too evident from the swift manner in which he glided his tongue around my moist twat.
Every now and then he would tease me all the more by permitting his tongue to slip against my pussy hairs. But for the most part he confined his efforts to my vaginal lips, driving his tongue against my mound, moving me ever closer to orgasm.
My heart began to pound thunderously as he kept up the sucking, moving his fingers from my breasts down to my thighs.
He squeezed my thighs good and hard, but it didn't in any way deter me from my body quivering activities. The sensations were just too great for me to be able to lie still. The body shaking was as natural to me as breathing.
"You're making me burn up," I gasped, "your tongue's like magic. Keep it working."
It continued to pierce my mound, and I drove ever closer to climax, my heart pounding furiously with every additional tongue movement.
A few well-timed strokes later I was unable to hold back my juices any longer.
While Stan continued to let his fingers cling eagerly to my thighs, and as his tongue briskly collided with my box, the juices spilled voluminously out of my pussy.
"Go get it, eat it, eat it," I sighed, "I'm gushing, oh, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming."
Stan rode out the pussy storm in a wave of great satisfaction, eagerly gobbling up every droplet of juice that spilled from my mound.
As he withdrew his tongue from my mound, I observed a triumphant glow covering Stan's face.
"I knew that once you let yourself go, you'd be one hell of a flick," he told me.
"What made you think that?"
"One thing, you got a body that was made for fucking. For another, you've got a lot of spirit. But I sure as hell rather see you exercise that spirit fucking with me than slapping my face."
"Don't remind me of that."
"What the hell, I got a good laugh out of it," he chuckled.
"You did?"
"In a way. I've always liked women with spirit."
"I guess that proved that I had spirit all right."
"It sure did.
"But the wrong kind."
"Oh no, you're proving now that it's the right kind. You were just using it in the wrong way before."
He took me securely in his arms, pressing his chest against my breasts.
It felt good to feel his hot, manly chest coming into brisk contact with my breasts.
While we maintained the steady body friction, Stan slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
I ignited in a new wave of passionate ecstasy from the stimulating tongue efforts that he supplied me. The longer that his tongue pierced against mine, the more I realized that I needed Stan.
The more closely drawn I found myself be-coming towards Stan, the more I began to think back to the sex episode I had observed in the hallway between Mike and Sarah.
I thought about how fascinating it was to watch Mike having his cock sucked by Sarah. I couldn't help but wonder as I watched Sarah providing Mike with sensations galore just how it would feel for me to sink my tongue against a man's hard cock. I was doing my best to convince myself that it wasn't really Mike's cock I was after, but just a hard, solid cock.
I looked over at Stan's bulging instrument, which stared out at me. I observed the veins peering out, ready to burst forth at any moment with passionate ecstasy.
Stan observed me looking at his cock.
"Isn't that a nice hard-on?" he grinned.
"Yes, it is."
"How about doing something about it?"
"like what?"
"You any good at sucking cock ? "
"I never tried it," I shrugged.
"I'll bet you'd be great at it."
"Why, because I have so much intensity."
"That's the very reason."
"Maybe you're right."
"I'll tell you what you do, warm up to it gradually."
"How do I do that?"
"You reach out with one hand and grab the end of my pecker. I want you to play with it, dreamboat. That'll get you in the mood for more."
I studied his hard rod for several seconds, then reached out with my right hand. I. moved cautiously at first, allowing .my fingers to come into contact with his rigid prong.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded, smiling with great joy. "Just keep your fingers moving over the tip of my cock. You'll get the general idea soon enough. You'll learn to be a great cock-sucker. You don't have to rush it, just take everything in stride."
I tickled the tip of his penis by coming into contact with it many times with my smooth strokes.
"Work the fingers of your other hand against my balls," he finally commanded sharply.
"You're really getting to me, honey, and you're just starting."
While the fingers of my right hand continued to toy with the tip of his cock, I let the fingers of my other hand go to work on his testicles in the manner that he suggested.
I worked my fingers with great precision, making sure that the movements I exercised over his cock coincided rhythm-wise with those that I brought to bear on his balls.
I figured that, devoting such brilliant attention to his cock and balls, I would soon have him in a state of panting excitement. It all materialized a lot faster than I would have dreamed possible.
"Move your fingers faster," he cried out with great expectations. "I can hardly believe this is the first time you've done something like this. You're just too much."
I was delighted over the reception I was getting from him, and had just one thought in mind at that point-giving him the very best in the way of sensations.
My tickling pursuit of his balls became more relentless as time went on. My fingers moved more spryly than before, and as they came into steady contact with his balls, I kept up the quick pace over the tip of his cock.
"You can start working your fingers over the rest of my cock," he said with great urgency. "Keep sliding your fingers. You know just how to tease me with them. It won't be long I know before you start putting your tongue to work."
My fingers blazed a steady trail, moving spiritedly over his cock and balls, sending the sensations surging throughout his aroused body.
CHAPTER 5
Although I was intrigued by fingering Stan's balls, I recognized that we had to move on to other matters.
"Suck my testicles," he begged. "I need it, honey."
Once my tongue whipped, its way into shape, sliding over his hot, bulging ball-sac, I found myself getting more carried away than ever.
I began to think about Mike, and even though I was working my tongue over Stan's balls, my thoughts were focused on my brother. It seemed crazy, since I was getting my wish, that of going down on a hard cock, but I couldn't somehow get my brother off my mind.
While my tongue continued to register consistent impact over his balls, working with rhythmic skill, Stan was heating up. His face was reddening, and his lips tightened with tension from the formidable action that I was providing for him.
"Work your fingers over my cock," he ex-claimed passionately. "That way we'll have things going on two fronts. I love double action, baby, especially the way that you would provide it."
I reached out with the fingers of both hands, allowing them to slip up and down the full length of his hard pecker.
I began slowly, but soon was registering my fingers quickly and sharply over the course of his entire cock. I liked the way that I was steering him along, guiding him ever closer to the moment when his ball-sac would explode and the hot white jissum would spurt out of the end of it.
My fingers moved with ease and grace. It was incredible just how fast I could acclimate myself to sex acts. I was proud of the way that I was benefiting him, providing my lover with great sexual thrills while my tongue kept working over his balls.
"Switch the sucking to my cock," Stan finally exclaimed. "I need it there, honey. I'm gonna shoot, darling, and it won't be that long. I need the best action I can get. Turn your tongue loose. Let it slide."
I removed my tongue from his testicles, then let it move upward sharply toward the tip of his huge phallus.
While my tongue began to attack the tip of his dick, I used the fingers of my right hand to slide slowly down the full base of his cock.
He immediately became aroused in ways that he hadn't been before. His body darted from left to right, his hips swinging as my tongue continued to attack the tip of his cock.
I closed my eyes and envisioned Mike before me. All of a sudden, rather than sucking off Stan, I was really going down on my brother.
My tongue continued to tickle the tip of his prick. I remembered how good a job lovely Sarah had done on my brother, and that was the act that I was seeking to duplicate.
"I don't know where you learned that movement, but it's great," he sighed. "Just keep your tongue working. You really make me ex-cited, baby. Keep the tongue sliding over the tip. I'll tell you when you can expand to the rest of my cock."
Pretty soon I had him so tingly that there was no way that I could keep on delivering that kind of activity without him exploding. And before Stan shot, he wanted to see to it that I provided him with every type of cock-sucking sensation.
"Step up the pace," he exclaimed. "Work the tongue up and down my whole cock. Start sliding it, sweetheart. You can do the trick. You've really got the tongue for it."
My tongue slid down the base of his cock. I still held off from doing it at top speed. I felt that it would be more erotic if I did it on a gradual level.
My head began to bob up and down as I rotated my tongue along the base of his huge pecker. It seemed to expand by the moment, even though, after a while, I recognized that it was as big as it could possibly get. It probably was an optical illusion spurred on by the excitement that I felt. I kept anticipating what it would be like to receive stirring bolts of hot white juice inside my mouth.
My fingers kept on sharply working around his balls. I would tug and toy with them, continuing to arouse him in every way that I could.
My thoughts, though, remained focused on Mike. I couldn't get over it. Here I was, on the verge of receiving my first male climax, at least in my mouth, and I was thinking about my brother. Somehow he had made an indelible impression on me, the only thing that bothered me was that it was in the realm of sex. As a loving brother, that was one thing, it was quite another for me to be thinking about his cock.
My fingers kept on working around his balls, and I was moving him ever closer to the big moment. He would soon be spilling his hot juices into my mouth.
I wondered if I would be able to catch his entire load. It might be hard, at least the first time, I realized, to brace myself for such an ordeal. But I was intrigued at the prospect of his taste, and I wanted to swallow every droplet of juice that emanated from the end of his stock.
My head kept on bobbing up and down, my fingers continued sliding around his balls, and I knew from the way that he was gasping that it wouldn't be long before he would be spilling his juices into my mouth.
I waited in poised fashion, not wanting to be taken completely by surprise. I recalled what a girl friend of mine had said. She had told me about the first time that she had received a-load of juice from a man's cock. It had caught her totally by surprise that she had coughed most of it up, embarrassing both her-self and the man she had been arduously sucking.
I fervently tugged at his balls several more times. He was beginning to puff like a steam engine as he came that much closer to the moment of impact.
"I'm there," was his final warning, delivered with a grunt.
I was poised and ready as the gushing stream of hot white liquid began to spurt out of the end of his cock.
All of a sudden I found myself once more thinking back to Mike. It wasn't Stan's cock that was juicing, it was Mike's, and the very thought of Mike caused me to juice as I went after Stan's liquid.
Even though I did my best to stick with every drop that spilled out of his prick, I couldn't quite catch it all. A few of the drop-lets spilled out of the left side of my mouth, but I was able to hang on to the rest of his highly substantial load.
At one point I almost had to cough, but I was able to fight back the urge. I wanted to gobble every bit of Stan's hot white juice, and I almost completely succeeded.
I released my tongue from his hard spear, feeling that I had accomplished quite a bit.
I had liked the taste of his load, but did feel a sense of disappointment down deep. I hated to admit it, but his load wasn't as satisfying as I was convinced Mike's would have been.
For one thing, I made a mental comparison of the loads, and I couldn't help but recognize that Stan's was a little lacking. He hadn't de-livered the volume of juice into my mouth Sarah had received from Mike's cock. At least that was how it seemed to me, after having sucked Stan to climax.
Stan threw his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
"You're quite a sucker," he said. "To think that you're a beginner. I can hardly wait to see what you'll be like after you've been at it a while."
"Will I get better?"
"Everybody does," he laughed. "That's the way that life is. Fucking's no different than anything else."
I noticed that Stan's cock had gone down very little. I wondered if he would be anticipating some more action. I didn't really have to wait all that long to find out.
Reach out and grab my cock," he smiled.
My right hand moved forward instinctively, grabbing the end of his penis. I smothered it in my grasp, causing his body to wiggle in instinctive reaction to my movement.
"That's good," he said. "Keep working your fingers over the tip of my cock. Do it just like you did before. Then slide your fingers down the base of it. I want you to get me nice and warm, so we can have a little more action together."
I pumped vigorously, whipping his cock quickly into a frenzy. Before I knew it, it was up, standing just as tall as it had been prior to his orgasm.
Once I finished working my fingers around the tip of it, I followed his instructions to the letter, sliding my fingers down the entire length of his enormous rod.
"That's what I like," he gasped. "Now I'm all set for some more action."
He called my activities to an abrupt halt, then let his lips plunge forcefully against mine.
It was a long, stunning, impactful kiss, one that sent surging urges flowing through my super-charged body. I could feel the tingles of titillation in my pussy, and knew that I needed some more action. I Could see that Stan was every bit as eager as I was, and that soon he would have his cock in high gear.
"This time I want your cunt," he told me.
I nodded, lying there on my back as he swiftly parted my legs with his firm, aggressive fingers.
He let the fingers of both hands slide up and down my legs. Every time that his fingers clenched against my firm thighs or ankles I got that much more anxious for some sex.
His fingers moved for several minutes, after which he leaned his head over and permitted his tongue to work its way inside my mouth.
With darting zeal, his tongue totally took charge of the situation. The sensations began pouring through my body, and I felt myself juicing as his tongue kept up its relentless stabbing against mine.
As I lay there, a tingle with ecstasy, I awaited his first forward thrust.
While his tongue continued to dominate me, sliding against my own hot red tongue, he worked the fingers of both hands down to my breasts.
As my legs trembled with exhilaration in anticipation, his fingers toyed with my nipples. He let his fingers twitch against the nipples, causing me to feel more erotic sensations.
He flipped his body forward, sending his huge, surging cock toward my love pit.
At that very moment he released his tongue from my mouth and exclaimed :
"Am I ever gonna fuck you."
"Tear me up, baby," I breathlessly encouraged.
"Will I ever. What a pussy you've got. Oh, you're a dream fuck come true."
I watched his bulging tool moving toward me quickly.
My heart beat thunderously with anticipation as he slipped it with one spirited thrust sharply into my mound.
At first I felt pain as a result of the sharpness of the impact, but it was the kind of pain that made me curious for more. It was a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain, and as he finished that first timely thrust inside my wet vaginal walls, he reached out with both hands and slapped my ass cheeks.
I could tell that it provided him with some-thing of a morale boost to come into brisk contact with my buttocks, and as he slapped at my ass cheeks a second time, he entered me again.
Stan moved his cock in and out of my vagina with sharp, piercing thrusts, slapping my buttocks periodically, then reaching out and grip-ping my ass cheeks firmly.
I found my body reacting instinctively to his sharp movements. After a while, I began to raise my body upward, meeting his passion-ate, enthusiastic thrusts with my own.
The crescendo began to rise sharply as he entered me faster and more abruptly than be-fore.
His buttocks wiggled back and forth as he would enter me, diving his cock forcefully into my mound.
He was in me with every inch of his manliness, stabbing his cock into me at full blast, driving zealously forward toward climax.
As for his fingers, he moved them around. For a while he permitted them to play with my ass cheeks. He then moved them upward toward my breasts, which he alternately squeezed and tugged at. He would reach out every now and then and pull at the firm skin, enjoying the steady contact while he kept on fucking my mound.
When he reached the point where his breath was becoming shorter and the sweat was be-ginning to roll down his cheeks, I knew how close he must be to climax.
At that point he slid his head forward, permitting his tongue to collide with my own.
He kept blasting away with his cock, pushing himself ever closer to the big moment of climax, toying with my breasts while his tongue spiritedly collided against mine.
I could see that the impact of his tongue securely pressing against mine repeatedly coincided with the same level of activity that he was employing in the form of his bruising cock, which kept on attacking my contracting vaginal muscles.
My ass cheeks and hips wiggled as I kept tune with his pace, pushing forward as to meet his penetrating stabs.
I felt his hot breath against mine, and his tongue perpetually winding its way around mine, as he moved into the closing stages of the act.
A few bruising cock stabs later, the hot white juice began to spill out of the end of his erect instrument.
His breathing was heavier than ever as his tongue continued scrapping against mine.
He let his fingers lock around my breasts as the sea of liquid continued to spurt out of the end of his fiery rod.
After the last few droplets of juice had
spilled out of him, he collapsed next to me on the bed. My right hand reached out and I ran it over his sweaty hair.
"Quite a fuck," he sighed.
By that point he looked like a helpless little boy.
My thoughts turned toward Mike. I wondered how many times he had allowed his blazing cock to enter inside Sarah's mound.
CHAPTER 6
Even though Mike remained foremost in my thoughts, I continued to date Stan.
Probably the big reason why I was paying as much attention to Stan as I was stemmed from my fear that I really did have a physical crush on my brother. I kept doing my best to prove myself wrong, to convince myself once and for all that I really preferred somebody like Stan when it came to physical activity.
He took me to a drive-in movie one evening, and I had a hunch that he would be all hands in the clinches.
It was a pretty spicy movie, and once the love scenes became hot and heavy and the actors began removing their clothes, I knew that that would be all it would take to get Stan aroused.
The next thing I knew he was rifling his fingers through my hair and delivering stabbing tongue kisses inside my mouth.
I had worn a purple micro-mini to the drive-in, which would have to be classified as appropriate wear as far as Stan was concerned.
While his tongue moved speedily inside my mouth, his fingers rifled through my hair, he let his body press eagerly against mine.
Stan always enjoyed to move his chest against my breasts. He knew that I had a gorgeous pair of knockers, and every time that he came into any kind of physical contact with them, he became that much more excited.
Stan finally removed his tongue from my mouth, and as he did so he reached out and slipped his fingers inside my blouse, then my bra.
His busy, restless fingers went to work with passionate . ease against my nipples. I liked the way that he squeezed them, and a little bit of nipple contact was all that it took to make my pussy come alive with sensation.
He finally removed his fingers from my breasts, then reached down and began tugging at my micro-mini.
"This has just got to go," he laughed.
"We are in a theatre."
"No, we're not. We're in my car."
"But it's still risky."
"Nothing in life these days is fun unless it's a little risky."
Stan's adrenalin was flowing, and there was no way that ,I was going to stop him at that point. He was fever-brained with excitement to engage in some form of sex.
I was convinced that I wasn't going to go all the way with him. Certainly not in the front seat of his automobile. That would be going too far. He would take me for granted after that. But I wasn't about to try and fight him off either. No, as risky as it was, I would have some kind of sex with him under those conditions.
He succeeded in tugging downward at my micro-mini, pulling it down toward my thighs.
He began tugging so hard that I was afraid he was going to tear it off.
"A little easier on the skirt," I warned.
"Got to get the damn thing off," he said.
"Why don't you try doing it the easy way."
"I don't have the time."
He kept on relentlessly tugging, until the skirt finally came off.
His next move was to reach out and grab my white panties.
"These have got to go next," he said breathlessly.
I could tell from the wide-eyed, intense look on his face just how eager he was to get involved in sex ass soon as possible.
He pulled downward sharply, letting the silky panties scrape against my legs.
He began to smile triumphantly as he kept tugging at the panties. He removed them altogether, dropping them to the floorboard of the front seat. They were resting right next to my discarded micro-mini.
"We'll ball in such a way that it won't be that much of a risk," he told me.-
He was crouched down on the floorboard, and as he remained perched there on his knees, I watched his anxious, trembling fingers move toward his zipper.
Stan tugged downward restlessly at his zip-per, pulling it down all the way, then reaching inside his trousers and pulling out his throbbing penis.
It looked good to once more peer at his huge phallus, which was set for immediate action.
"Reach out and grab it," he commanded sharply. "While you're tugging, I'll be sucking."
I must admit that, considering we were balling in a drive-in, he was using about the safest approach imaginable. I reached down, out of view of everyone, and began sliding my fingers up and down his long dick.
While I provided him with steady attention, fingering his penis, Stan dropped his head down between my legs.
He continued crouching down there on the floorboard, remaining on his knees as his tongue set its sights on my pussy.
He moved his tongue with smooth precision against my mound. He began with slow but thorough strokes, accelerating his efforts with each and every stab.
He soon propelled me into a whirlpool of passionate ecstasy by virtue of his conscientious sucking.
He turned his tongue loose in all its splendor, permitting it to maneuver against every crevice of my hot organ.
My body began to wiggle, and my legs trembled while I felt the waves of ecstasy in my snatch.
While his tongue kept on working around my mound, I kept on keeping him happy with my finger movements. I kept driving my fingers up and down the full length of his huge erect cock, moving him ever closer to climax.
As his tongue began to exercise itself more quickly on my hot gash, I in turn worked my fingers more speedily up and down his throbbing cock.
I wondered just what it would be like to explode my juices in his mouth under those circumstances. Here I was, able to watch the movie, getting a hot cunt-sucking.
Just about the time that I was set to orgasm, he released his tongue abruptly from my mound. He started to nibble on my clitoris, keeping the movements going for quite awhile.
"Get back to my mound," I finally exclaimed, "go back to the sucking, baby. I've got to shoot. Oh, there's absolutely no holding back."
With great dispatch he put his tongue back to work on my mound, slipping it skillfully around my fiery pussy.
As I kept jerking up and down on his cock, I recognized that there wouldn't be much time left for me to finger him. He would be spurting quickly.
As for me, I couldn't hold out any longer. My whole body quivered as the juices were released from my spurting pussy, skyrocketing into his waiting mouth.
"Eat it, eat every drop, eat my snatch," I gasped. "Your tongue is so great, baby. Keep working it. Oh, do I love it. I'm going, going, going, oh, I'm gushing, gushing, gushing."
He stuck with me every bit of the way, draining every conceivable drop from my mound.
As he turned his tongue loose from it, he looked at me with great expectations.
"You just about fingered me off," he said. "Drop down to your knees and finish the job."
"What do you expect me to do?"
"I expect you to suck my cock," he sighed.
It was the inevitable climax. I should have known that he wouldn't expect to waste his load by spilling it into my hand.
I let my knees drop down toward the floor-board, then pursued his cock with greater anxiety than ever.
I took his prick in both hands, sliding my fingers up and down it. The friction caused new shock waves of anticipation to bolt through him.
"Get busy," he said, "put your tongue to work, baby. You need to suck it."
I could see how badly he needed to release his juices, so I went immediately to work.
I didn't even bother with the preliminaries. I didn't suck his balls, nor did I work my tongue exclusively over the tip of his long cock. I would abandon all that, letting my tongue immediately go to work on the base of his prick.
He kept lying there, sprawled out on the floorboard, awaiting my first tongue penetration.
Once I sank it against his long dick, he nodded happily.
"That's it, now we're back in gear," he told me.
With surging energy I moved my tongue up and down the full length of his prick, pushing him rapidly toward climax.
Once again I just couldn't help but think of Mike. Even though Stan had a good cock, I seemed to somehow prefer Mike's, despite the fact that I had never sucked on it. I kept thinking about how terrible it would be if I ever did, since he was my own brother.
While my tongue worked fervently over Stan's cock, I let the fingers of both hands concentrate on his balls.
Every time I tugged at his scrotum, he seemed to gasp a little louder. I knew I had him right where I wanted him, on the verge of orgasm.
A few hot strokes later, he heaved a loud sigh.
In the darkness of the automobile, I geared myself to receive his juices.
It was the second time around With Stan, and I must say that I fared much better when it came to hanging on to every drop of juice that spilled out of his cock.
I gulped and gasped, but stayed with his load, swallowing just about every drop.
Only a few stray drops spilled out of the sides of my mouth. I managed to retain every-thing else, and by the time I removed my tongue from Stan's prick, we both felt satisfied.
"like I said, you're a born cock-sucker," he told me, reaching out and patting me on top of the head.
"I better get this skirt back on," I smiled.
CHAPTER 7
Stan dropped me off at the curb.
I got out of the car, giving him a good-night kiss.
"Let's do it again real soon," he said, winking suggestively.
I said nothing, walking briskly up the side-walk heading toward the front door.
I slipped the key into the door, entering the living room. There was only one light on, the one that we kept burning the entire night to scare off any potential burglars.
My folks were in bed, and had probably been there for at least an hour, as the clock on the wall told me that it was midnight.
I tiptoed down the hallway, walking past Mike's room. I observed that the light was still on inside. I was hoping that I could slip away undetected, since Mike had really started bugging me lately about going out so much.
Just about the time that I had it made, I heard the door to Mike's bedroom open.
"Come in here for a second, Susan," he said.
I was pretty certain what would happen, but I couldn't turn Mike down. I walked into his room, sitting down in a chair across from his desk, where he always did his studying.
"Who were you out with tonight?" he asked, a little crossly, I thought.
"I was out with Stan."
"That son-of-a-bitch again," he shook his head disgustedly.
"What's wrong with Stan?"
"He's got to be about the most lecherous bastard in the whole school. I've got a good mind to track him down and beat the hell out of him for bugging you."
"Relax. I happen to like Stan."
"Just how far have you been going with him?"
"What kind of a question is that to ask your own sister?"
"I don't know of anybody who has a better right," Mike firmly held his ground. "What the hell. I have always thought a lot of you, Susan, and I don't want you to give me any reason to think less of you now."
"I could say the same thing about you, Mike. After all, I'm a big girl now and I've got a life of my own to live."
"You're sixteen. You've still got a lot to learn."
"So do you. Maybe more than I do."
"I wouldn't say that."
"You ought to talk about me," I fumed. "I suppose you and Sarah are doing nothing more than playing tiddlywinks together. I suppose you two don't hop under the sheets."
"That's a damn nasty crack, and I don't like it," Mike said, reaching out and pounding his right hand down on the desk.
"You got it coming for the way you've been cross-examining me. So what if I went out on a date with Stan. So what if I came back at midnight. What's it to you ? "
"like I said, I'm your brother."
"And you're getting around quite a bit yourself with the girls. You should talk about me."
"I'm a man. That makes it a little different."
"Why is that?"
"Because it's different with men."
"Sure, you're giving me a big double standard. Men can do anything, but let some girl go out and do exactly what you're doing to some other guy's sister, and you go ahead and call me a slut."
"I never called you that."
"You were sure thinking it."
"You must be a mind-reader, knowing what I've been thinking."
"It wasn't so hard. Not with the way you were questioning me."
"I was questioning you for your own good."
"Sure, you and your double standard. You know so much about it. The very things you do all the time to your girl friends you wouldn't want me to do. Isn't that right?"
"Let's not get into that."
"No, I don't suppose you would want to get into that. I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed. I'm disgusted about this whole thing."
Just as I got up from the chair, Mike reached out and pounded his fist even harder on his desk.
"God-damn it, don't you see that I'm trying to help you," he said with futility.
"I wish you'd try and help yourself, Mike. I'm doing all right."
"Oh, sure. You get a reputation of having peanut butter legs, and you'll never get to marry anybody."
"What do you mean by peanut butter legs?"
"The kind that spread real easy."
"I'm not listening to any more of this."
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded," he said. "I love you, sis, and I'm trying to help."
I stormed toward the door, slamming it hard as I walked to my bedroom.
As I moved inside my bedroom and began to remove my skirt, I got to thinking about Mike.
Even though he had infuriated me, I was cooling off particularly fast in the privacy of my own bedroom. I kept thinking about how concerned he was about me. Maybe I didn't see things the same way he did. That didn't mean that he was any less sincere about what he was doing for me. He did want to see to it that I got nothing but the best in life. It was a statement he had made many times.
As I slipped out of my skirt, then my blouse, I walked over to the dresser drawer and took out my blue baby-doll nightie.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I slipped it on, placing my hands on my hips. I did possess a lot of sex appeal, and the more of my body that showed, the better I looked.
I observed the rich, full breasts, then my long, sleek legs.
Once more I began thinking about Mike. The very least I could do, I decided, was to go back to his room and talk to him. I should apologize for storming out of his room the way that I had.
As I tiptoed in my bare feet out of my room and down the hall toward Mike's bedroom, I felt the same kind of squeamish sensations running through me that had been with me the time that I observed Mike making it with Sarah.
Just a few minutes earlier, I had become so angry that I almost blurted out what I had seen happening between the two of them. But I didn't want to reveal myself as an eaves-dropper, so I managed to keep my mouth shut.
I rapped on the door lightly.
"What is it?" Mike asked.
"I'd like to see you again."
"Come in," he said.
I opened the door slowly, then crept into his bedroom.
I was aware of the fact that, the slower I walked, the more erotic I would appear.
At first his head was buried in one of his textbooks, but as I closed the door behind me, his curious eyes began to drift upward from the pages of the book and toward me.
After he got his first good look at my sexy nightie, he closed the book and gulped, staring at me as I moved closer.
He finally got up from his chair, standing stiffly as I moved ever closer to him.
The tension became so thick we could have cut it with a knife. He continued to stand there, saying nothing, observing me as if he were some kind of statue.
He wasn't moving a muscle, and as I took a look at his crotch, I observed a sizeable hard-on which was clearly observable over his trousers.
His erection made a beautiful outline, and it made me more aware than ever as to how excited he was by me.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted," I said softly, standing just a few inches away from him.
"It was my fault," he shook his head.
"I'm sorry for coming on in the way that I did. It just wasn't right and I realize it."
"I love you."
Mike stared at me for several more seconds. It was now clear to me just why he had been as fussy as he was about the young men that I had gone out with on dates.
It made sense that he would feel that way if he was jealous. No doubt what caused the burning resentment in his mind concerning Stan and other young guys was the mere fact that they were dating me. Perhaps he hadn't realized the motivation of his thinking until that point, but I could tell from the expression on his face that he was clearly aware of where things stood between us.
He reached out with his right hand, his body still stiff. The fingers came into scraping con-tact with my hair. He brushed my long, flowing blonde hair back with several soft strokes.
"You've got gorgeous hair, sis," he said. "I never truly realized until now just how much I thought of you."
"Take me in your arms, Mike."
Mike heaved a tense sigh, then released his fingers from my hair. He quickly threw his arms around my body, pressing it against his own.
With one decisive movement he had my breasts pressing eagerly against his chest.
While my breasts converged against his chest, he leaned forward and let his lips press against mine.
They collided with hungry impact, demonstrating to me just how much Mike really did think of me.
Once his thick red lips came into contact with mine, it was like he never wanted to let them go. They continued to remain locked against my own lips for a number of seconds.
While our lips remained fervently locked, our hearts fluttered with mounting sexual anticipation.
When he finally did release his lips from mine, he let his hands drop down from the small of my back, against which they had been pressed for some time, and down to my firm buttocks.
He fingered my buttocks with skill and sensitivity, moving his head forward one more time.
On this occasion he let his hot red tongue dance forward. He permitted it to slide inside my mouth.
Diligently he pressed his tongue against mine, creating jutting impact which had both of us in a state of great anxiety.
He reached out with his right leg and let it rub against my left leg. The additional contact, coupled with everything else that was happening, pushed me into a new orbit.
Suddenly I realized just why I was so eager to have sex with Mike in preference to Stan. It was because I thought so much more of him than Stan. Up until that moment I realized that my feelings could be no more than fascination. Lots of young sisters have crushes on their older brothers, but they don't extend to the point where they want to ball with them once they finally get the chance.
Once the restraining leash had been removed, however, and I realized just how appealing Mike was, it was as if Stan didn't exist. Not only Stan, but any other guy that I had dated or would anticipate dating.
It was as if Mike and I were all alone on an island, far removed from everyone and every-thing else, delighted at the opportunity to be sharing our love.
His tongue kept on stabbing repeatedly against mine, until he felt that it was time to remove it from my mouth.
He removed his tongue, then squeezed my left hand in his right.
"Let's go over here," he said, walking me over toward the bed.
As we stood inches away from his bed, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine one more time. He let his firm fingers move up and down my back, after which he suddenly released his lips from mine.
His firm arms glided me downward into his bed. My heart was beating more thunderously than ever as I awaited the first order of business, that of having sex with my brother.
Even though I still realized how provocative an act I was about to engage in, it somehow didn't seem wrong to me by that point. Making love to Mike seemed as natural to me as eating.
As I lay there on my back, looking up at Mike, he began to remove his shirt.
He tossed his shirt aside, then flipped his T-shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor as well.
He quickly undid his trousers, stepping out of them. After that, he tugged downward at his shorts, pulling them off, then walking to-ward me.
Naturally the first thing my eyes noticed was his throbbing penis, which he reached out and touched with his right hand.
It was evident from the big smile on Mike's face just how proud he was of his phallus, and from the consistent manner in which he stroked up and down it, I knew he would be seeking immediate attention.
He stood a scant few inches away from me, looking down at me intently.
"Kiss it," he said, pointing to his long, proud cock. "Kiss the tip of it, my darling."
CHAPTER 8
I leaned forward with stout determination, puckering up my lips, then allowing them to come into contact with the tip of Mike's hard staff.
Every time that my lips confronted his cock, his body rotated back and forth. I could see that I was sending waves of electricity into his body with my kisses.
"Keep it up," he sighed. "That's just the kind of exercise I need."
I kissed the tip of his cock passionately a few times, then reached out with both hands and permitted my fingers to glide around his testicles.
I toyed and squeezed his balls, enjoying the steady, incessant contact with his balls.
"You can stop now," he finally told me. "If you don't, I'll shoot right here and now. I want to take off your nightie."
As I removed my fingers from his balls, he reached out and began to unbutton the back of my nightie.
I could tell by the way that his fingers were tensing just how hot he was for me.
He removed the nightie, slipping it off of me, then taking his fingers and letting them press against my back.
"You've got a body that won't quit," he said.
Once Mike had finished removing the nightie, he let his fingers go to work on my bra.
He undid it with one swift movement, then pulled it off.
As my breasts spiritedly fell free, he looked down at them.
He dropped his head downward, allowing his tongue to slide along my left breast.
He kept up his fervent action for a few moments, during which time I lay back and enjoyed every stroke.
His tongue worked along my breast, and as it did so I reached out with my fingers, running them through his hair.
After he had worked his tongue against my left breast, he switched it over to my right, repeating the same kind of sweeping movements.
He withdrew his tongue from my right breast, then reached out and began to curl his fingers around the elastic of my panties.
"My last step," he said, beaming a happy smile.
"Once I get your panties off, I'll be all set to give you what you're after."
"I want love from you, Mike, beautiful love," I exclaimed.
He swiftly moved his fingers against my panties, sliding them resolutely down my legs.
"I really dig your creamy thighs," he said. "I've always liked the looks of your legs, honey: As for those tits, they're something else. I could gnaw on them all day and all night."
I watched him closely as he slipped my panties down my legs and off of me altogether.
As the panties hit the floor, he reached out and gripped my thighs, clinging to them tightly for several seconds.
While his fingers were pressing against my thighs, he moved his head forward, puckering up his lips, then permitting them to come into contact with my vagina.
All it took was that first kiss. My whole body shuddered, at which point I began to juice. It wasn't a full-fledged orgasm on my part, but wasn't too far removed from it either.
He kissed me several times in my pussy, then withdrew his lips.
His fingers moved upward toward my breasts. He fondled them, then tugged at them, kissing my lips periodically as he did so.
His busy fingers moved around some more, this time working their way down my back and eventually to my thighs.
While he parted my thighs gingerly, he looked down at his huge, turgid naked cock, which was ready for immediate impact with my wet vagina.
He looked down at my curled, moist blonde pubic hairs, becoming all the more enchanted at the prospect of screwing me.
He twisted his body back and forth several times, getting set to make his initial penetration inside my vagina.
He gasped, cleared his throat, then looked at me one more time before proceeding for-ward.
For good measure he leaned his head for-ward, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues collided one more time, and on this occasion they stabbed with a new spirit and grace.
The better that we got to know one another sexually, the more inclined we were to completely let ourselves go.
As his fingers gripped my thighs more tightly than before, Mike removed his tongue from my mouth.
"I've just, got to fuck you right now," he said urgently.
"Don't put it off any more. I need it."
He nodded, slipping his anxious cock for-ward, moving it toward my mound.
He slipped his turgid organ into my wet pussy, driving it with full force, sparing nothing, plunging it as deeply into my mound as it could go.
I had never been entered in quite that thorough a manner. He was in me with one quick, decisive stab, and his whole body came alive with excitement as he rocked it back and forth, driving his prick in and out of my vagina.
My pussy lips contracted with grace and excitement as he kept up his plunging, torrid movements, sending his prick into me with everything he could muster in the way of burning penetration.
While his prick busily tore in and out of my nest, he reached out with his fingers and began to toy with my buttocks. He would alternately squeeze and rub my ass cheeks, consistently sending his surging spear into me. I reacted favorably to his every tugging movement, and the longer he kept surging forward, the greater the sense of pride that I felt that my brother Mike, who was in such great demand at school, who had so many girls, was sending his dick into my hot slit.
Our bodies were fiercely entwined as he kept up his relentless explorations. He kept stroking inside me, and locked his naked right leg against my left.
It felt good to have his leg scraping against mine, and I did everything I could to encourage the friction, rubbing it against his.
The tempo was quickly accelerating, and his jolting thrusts, which had been sharp from the very beginning, were becoming more penetrating than ever.
He kept on stabbing, tearing into my mound relentlessly, as he worked himself ever closer to a feverish climax.
His fingers kept on squeezing my ass cheeks while he sent his surging cock forward, diving it deeply inside my mound, pushing ever closer to the ultimate moment of impact, that at which the sea of white liquid would spill from the end of his pecker and into my waiting mound.
With spirited zest he kept up the pace, his burning cock urgings sending me ever closer to orgasm.
I could tell that I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, and, while I had been hoping to orgasm at the same moment that my brother juiced, I recognized that, was impossible.
My legs gave way, trembling as my juices were released from my mound. He kept on sending his cock surging forward, and after I orgasmed, that seemed to instill new life into Mike's penetrating cock movements.
He shifted his finger activity from my buttocks to my breasts, letting his fingers dance over them with ease and grace as he pushed closer to the big moment.
While his cock and fingers remained busily at work, he leaned forward and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Once again he was Frenching me, doing something he was extremely skillful at, moving himself that much closer to climax.
The burning strokes continued, and finally he found himself unable to hold back the sea of white lava any longer.
The dam burst, and with it shot his hot white juices.
Hot white cream kept spilling out of the end of his rod, splashing out of him and into my pussy.
It felt great to be receiving his hot load. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every moment of his climax.
It went in a flash, and before I knew it he was withdrawing his cock from my pussy.
I quickly opened my eyes and looked up at my brother. There was a wide smile on my face, and I was a little disturbed to observe that his face wore a troubled look.
"What's the matter, my dear?" I asked. "You should be happy after such beautiful sex."
"I wonder if I didn't do something wrong," he said with a tone of tragedy in his voice.
"What makes you say that? Or even think it?"
"It just isn't right. Here I was fucking you, sis, just like I would any other girl I happen to dig."
"So what's so wrong about that?"
"You're my sister," he shook his head with futility.
"Don't worry about a thing, baby."
I got up slowly from the bed, throwing my arms around him.
We embraced, at which point I let my lips collide with his.
I was doing my best to reassure my brother. After the excitement of the sex act had worn off, he was having second thoughts about the whole thing, which bothered me. I wanted him to feel the same blissful contentment that I did.
He released his arms from me and walked away, slipping his shorts back on.
I began to slip on my panties, feeling the kind of contentment that one would expect after receiving the best sex of one's life.
Maybe he was my brother, I thought, and maybe some people would consider what we did to be wrong. Right then I didn't care. I had been wondering what he was like in bed for some time, and now I knew.
I had expected him to be good, but he was even better than I had a right to expect him to be.
It did bother me, though, to see that troubled look remaining on Mike's face. I could see that he was torn right down the middle. One side of him was undoubtedly happy over what had happened, while the other side felt completely different about it all.
Perhaps it would be up to me to reconcile the two warring sides. After all, he was my beautiful man, and at that point I didn't really care if I saw Stan or anyone else again. Not as long as I was able to make it with Mike.
I finished dressing in silence. Mike slipped on his pajamas, while I put my nightie back on.
I tiptoed toward the door, throwing him a kiss as I opened it.
"Thanks for a beautiful time," I told him.
He looked at me and gave me a troubled mile.
CHAPTER 9
The week following my first sex experience with my brother Mike was trying.
What made things particularly difficult for me was the constant urgings I had for his body. I couldn't hold back the waves of excitation that were seemingly always sweeping through me. I kept desiring his naked body, and my awake and sleeping hours were both dominated by the memory of his thrusting nude body cavorting with me inside his bed.
I confronted Mike two nights after our love-making session. My folks were out doing the shopping, and I felt that it was a perfect time for us to engage in some quick lovemaking.
"You know, Mike, I really love the memories of the other night," I smiled. "How about us getting together again?"
At that point something strange happened. His face turned pale and his hands began trembling.
"I can't," he said in a shaky tone.
"What's gotten into you, Mike?"
"I just can't, sis. It just wouldn't be right."
"Why not?"
"I've been thinking about our lovemaking, too, and the thoughts haven't been very pretty. I don't like the idea of seducing my own sister. It's a terrible thing, and I've awakened at night several times shivering with sweat just thinking about it."
"Don't let the guilt hang-up get you," I shook my head.
"I'm sorry, it just isn't right. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with Sarah."
"I'm a better piece of ass than that little whore," I reacted with wounded anger.
"Watch what you're calling Sarah."
"All right, I'm sorry. Maybe she isn't a whore, but I'm angry. I want some sex, Mike, and I want it from you now."
"like I told you before, you're not gonna get it."
"Just some quick sex. I won't even make you late for your date. Besides, she can wait a few minutes."
"That isn't the point," he said firmly. "No, I made my mind up. I can't allow myself to be tempted like that again. I'll accept the responsibility. I won't blame you. After all, I am your older brother. But we can't let anything like this happen again, sis. We just can't let our guards down:"
"I can hardly believe my ears. You really do have hang-ups. I thought you were a groovy guy who didn't let things bother him."
"Generally I don't, but this is something different. You are my own sister."
"What difference does that make if two people really dig each other?" I shouted.
"You're gonna have to excuse me."
With that he stalked quickly out of the house.
No sooner did the door close behind him than my whole body began to shudder. I threw my head into my hands and began sobbing unrestrainedly.
I finally had to go to bed and have myself a good sustained cry. As a matter-of-fact, I wasn't any good for the rest of the evening. I never came out of my room.
By the time the week had passed, I was bound and determined to snare Mike again. I couldn't help but recall how satisfying it had been for me to just watch his cock being fellated by lovely Sarah. I needed some of that action myself, and I wasn't going to rest easy until I got it.
It was a Saturday night when I decided to make my move. Mike had gone out on a date. This time it was somebody different than Sarah. Since my folks were gone away for the weekend, I figured that the opportunity was as ripe as it would ever be.
I turned down an opportunity to go out with Stan, giving him the excuse that I had a cold. He tried to talk me out of declining the date, even promising not to try and have sex with me. But I remained firm. My thoughts were focused exclusively on my brother Mike.
That whole evening, while I sat in the den devoting only scant attention to the television set that was on, I began formulating my plans.
After much thought, I came to the conclusion that the only way for me to achieve my objective was through even bolder action than I had participated in the first time. On that occasion I had trotted into Mike's room wearing my baby dolls.
This time I would go one step further. That's right, I would strip completely naked and lie down in the middle of his bed, awaiting his return from the date.
To bolster my courage, I went to the bar and opened a bottle of Scotch that my folks had been sipping on periodically for the last few weeks.
I had two stiff shots, then a third, after which I began to feel bolder and more reckless than before.
In fact, the confidence began to ooze within me to such an extent that I decided on strip-ping my. body devoid of clothes right on the spot.
I quickly undid my blouse and bra, tossing both casually to the floor.
I reached out and touched my ripe, creamy breasts, the same firm tits that both Stan and Mike had loved to devour. If I had my way, brother Mike would be devouring them once more very shortly.
Once I had removed my blouse and bra, it required just one simple step to unzip my slacks. I felt better than ever after stepping out of them. And after finally slipping my panties down my legs and kicking them off, I looked down at my snowy, white mound.
I got so itchy with expectation just thinking about Mike that I reached down between my legs with my right hand. I let my fingers move smoothly over my vagina, enjoying the firm contact.
I stopped short of creaming, though, deciding that I didn't want to engage in any pre-mature climaxes. I would wait until Mike came home, after which I would be ripe for plenty of action. I finally walked into Mike's bedroom, undoing his bed and turning back the sheets. Just climbing inside it once more caused the building sensations to return to my body.
"I've got to get another beautiful fuck from him," I told myself as I stretched out in his bed.
I then began the nervous wait for him to return from his date. I kept hoping that he wouldn't stay overnight at the girl's house.
It wasn't until a few minutes past twelve that I heard the sound of a car coming to a stop in the driveway.
"Here we go," I sucked in my breath tensely, awaiting the next course of action.
CHAPTER 10
The wait seemed like forever, but just a few moments later Mike arrived in his room.
When he threw open the door and observed me lying nude in his bed, my legs spread suggestively, my anxious mound standing out invitingly, he looked at me with astonishment.
His first reaction. was silence, but after the. initial shock wore off, he walked toward me.
"What in hell do you think you're doing in here ? " he asked.
Even though he was attempting to remain firm in his resolve, I could see that his composure was quickly shattering under the temptation of viewing my sexy naked form.
As I lay there atop the soft white sheets, his eyes continued to remain riveted on me. There didn't seem to be any way for him to remove them from my body.
As he moved toward me slowly, I observed his cock hardening with great swiftness. He might be able to tell me one thing, but his dick most certainly could not lie.
"Just what in hell are you doing here?" he asked with panic in his voice.
"I'm here to entertain you," I smiled.
"You'd better go back to your room. That is, after putting your clothes on."
"Am I too much of a temptation for you lying here like this?"
"I don't like my own sister acting so god-damned cheap."
"I don't consider myself cheap. I just consider myself honest. You're not being honest with yourself, Mike."
"What makes you say that?"
"You might say one thing, but your hard cock doesn't lie. You want me and you know it. Why torture yourself and me at the same time? Come on. and join me."
The longer that I observed him, the easier it was for me to detect the lipstick on his lips. He had received at least a few kisses from the girl he had dated. Also, I soon began to pick up the scent of alcohol on his breath.
"Did you already get a piece of ass tonight, Mike?" I decided to chide him.
"You shut up. No, I didn't, as a matter-of-fact."
"You mean she turned you away after a few kisses?"
"Yes, damn it. But it's none of your business."
"Then you've got every reason to feel hot now. No wonder you've got such a bulging hard-on. Come over here a little closer and I'll unzip you. I'd just love to play with your long dick."
"Don't do anything of the kind," he said.
"You really are making .things difficult, Mike. You know I turn you on. You know we made beautiful love together once. Let's do it again."
He stood there watching me for a few more seconds. After that he shook his head.
"You're really making it hard for me to say no, sis. Okay, I'll level with you. I've thought about you many times since that night. I really do want you, but I don't think it would be right."
"Come over here just a little closer."
He moved another step forward. That's all it took. At that point he was within range, so I reached out with my left hand and quickly unzipped his trousers.
Within seconds I was reaching inside his shorts and pulling on his huge, swollen penis. I made a quick grab for it, beginning by touching it at the tip.
He quivered as I made my initial contact with the bulging organ. I let my fingers massage the tip of it for several moments, then quickly began to expand my movements, running my fingers up and down the full length of it.
"You've got to be the best piece of ass around," he sighed, "even if you are my own sister. Let go and give me a chance to undress. If you want a roll in the hay, you're gonna get it
"That's just what I do want," I looked at him and smiled triumphantly.
Even though it didn't take him long to re-move his clothes, the wait was seemingly eternal for me. When a girl is as hot as I was at the moment, when her pussy is on fire, then even a moment's wait can seem like forever.
He finally jumped out of his shorts, tossing them casually to the floor and striding boldly toward the bed in long gaits.
He lowered his body quickly into the bed, rolling over in the sheets and throwing his trembling, anxiety-ridden arms around my waist.
While he held me snugly in his' grasp, he showered my lips with scores of kisses.
After he had succeeded in heating me up through a series of passionate lip kisses, he let his lips go to work on my left nipple.
He kissed my nipple several times, causing my whole body to rock with delightful satisfaction. He then moved along to my other breast, repeating the same movements, sending the surging waves of excitement through-out my body.
As his lips kept coming into steady contact with my nipples; he reached down with his right hand and began to let his fingers slide over my vagina.
The longer that his fingertips came into con-tact with my fleshy vaginal walls, the closer I came to juicing.
Finally a few preliminary droplets spilled from my mound, which he interpreted immediately as a good sign.
"You're getting hot all right," he said.
"I've been hot all night. It's a damn shame you had to go out on a date. Otherwise we would have been fucking up a storm all night long."
"Let's forget about that. That's all in the past. The point is I'm here now and readier to fuck than ever."
"That's what I like to hear," I gasped.
His fingers went to work once more, sliding with magnificent dexterity over my mound, precipitating more violent shock waves of sexual electricity inside me.
"Play with my snatch," I encouraged. "Your fingers are like magic, my dear."
CHAPTER 11
Mike was soon prepared to proceed at full speed ahead.
After fingering my vagina and working me into a passionate lather, he slipped his head down toward my buttocks.
He reached out with his tongue, letting it slide along my left ass cheek. While he slipped it against my firm buttocks, my whole body began to rotate in reaction to his efforts.
He finished sucking my left buttock, then moved over to the right, repeating the same kind of fervent activity.
He released his tongue from my right ass cheek, then looked at me and exclaimed :
"I want to sixty-nine with you. I want to exchange hot sucks."
"That sounds like a beautiful idea, baby."
"I want to suck your ass-hole, and while I'm doing it I want you to suck mine. That's the way we'll both get excited."
He flipped his body over, spreading his legs and letting his tongue come to rest between my legs. As he remained poised there, preparing to unleash his tongue in the direction of my ass-hole, he had his buttocks resting just above my face.
"Let's start exchanging sucks," he said excitedly.
He leaned forward, letting his flaming red tongue begin to thrust inside my anus. His tongue worked with brisk effectiveness. He wasn't about to engage in the kind of slow, exploratory movements that I was sometimes accustomed to in sex. He was instead determined to work his tongue quickly right at the outset.
As his tongue darted inside my ass-hole, penetrating ever deeper, I took the cue and decided it. was the for me to return his brand of activity.
With a flourish my tongue went to work, darting and stabbing inside his ass-hole. It didn't take me long to discover just how much he enjoyed my movements.
His whole body began fluttering, and as it did so he stepped up the pace of his fucking, driving his tongue ever deeper inside my ass-hole.
Our bodies wiggled as we worked our tongues around, devouring each other with great skill and determination.
I got to the, point where I was able to time my movements with great precision. I would flip my tongue with everything I had, spearing his ass-hole deeply and repeatedly, and all the while he would unleash his tongue with burning determination against my anus.
He really tickled my rectum with every piercing thrust of his tongue, and all the while I felt myself moving inexorably toward orgasm.
While I moved closer toward that splendid moment, I kept up my flowing movements in-side his ass-hole.
I could see from the length and hardness of his erection that he wouldn't be able to with-stand that kind of pace for much longer either. It would soon be imperative for us to switch our efforts to each other's sex organ.
I finally released my tongue from his ass-hole.
"I was about ready to juice," I told him.
"Shouldn't we move on?"
"I guess you figure that it's time for us to sixty-nine," he nodded.
"It sure is. For me anyway."
"I'm feeling the same urges."
"That's gold."
"After all, I am only human."
"That's true enough."
He took me by complete surprise at that point, reaching out with his right index finger and stabbing it high into my ass-hole.
My whole body immediately started wiggling, and as he kept up with his stabbing efforts, he plunged his finger ever deeper into my ass-hole.
"Do the same thing to me," he commanded, panting as he continued his movements. "This is the way to really get each other hot. This'll almost finish the job. Then when I stop and go to your pussy, you can do the same. I want to turn my tongue loose in your mound."
I was only too happy to cooperate with him in any and every way. I reached out with my right index finger, directing it briskly toward his ass-hole.
We exchanged hot stabs, driving our fingers deep inside each other's ass-hole.
While the pumping continued, our bodies flailed with excitement. Inhibitions had vanished long ago, and now it was just a question of when and how we would get our orgasmic kicks.
Once he was convinced that I was close to orgasm, he withdrew his finger from my ass-hole and clutched my buttocks firmly.
"Here we go," he exclaimed.
I watched his head sink down between my legs, and observed his tongue going to work inside my mound.
He attacked my pussy with great determination, slipping his tongue with delicious ease against my snatch.
In a blaze of glory he kept up his fervent efforts, driving his tongue time and again inside my mound.
I recognized that the time had come for me to put my tongue to work on his cock, and I was determined that, after going to that much a bother to get him to screw me a second time, that I would give it everything I had.
My tongue collided with the end of his cock, working with speedy effectiveness. I confined my activities to the head of his enormous, steely rod for several moments, but soon I recognized that I just had to expand my movements. After all, we had prolonged our preliminaries to the very last second, so that now it was time for us to suck until we both achieved climax.
He already had me on the verge of shooting from his systematic sucking efforts, and I was bound and determined to get him off quickly.
I began to anticipate the stream of hot, white cream, the same kind of load that Sarah had, been fortunate enough to receive when I had watched them from the hallway. I recalled how her lips had puckered up with great expectation in the few moments prior to orgasm. She worked briskly on his cock, sucking with every-thing she had, awaiting the first few drops of his orgasmic load.
I recognized that I was now in the same position. I had envied her to such a great extent over her sexual success with Mike that I had called her a whore, even though I had had no reason to do so. That was the wounded side of me speaking, the side that thought at the time that I might not get another opportunity to have sex with my handsome brother.
But now things had been worked out. I was slipping my tongue along his smooth, firm penis, enjoying every stroke, taking him in with every slurping effort.
I pumped my head up and down, and as I moved him ever closer to climax, I reached down with both hands and began tugging at his balls. I recalled how much he had liked it when Sarah had done the same thing, and I remembered the extent to which Stan had liked it when I had massaged his balls as I sucked his hot dick.
He immediately reacted by sending his tongue darting even more swiftly inside my pussy. He plunged it into my fleshy vagina with every thing that he had, determined to taste my juices.
A few brisk stabs later, the juices began to spill out of the end of my pussy and into his waiting mouth.
I watched him gobble down my orgasm and all the while I kept up my pumping, taking in every inch of his long, proud organ, sucking him with every bit of desire within me.
My fingers kept on working against his balls as the action continued. I knew I had him close to climax, and I was determined to apply the finishing touches to the spirited act.
He wanted more than ever to shoot now that he had succeeded in swallowing my load, and with the desire of watching and feeling his climax, and swallowing his delicious juices, I worked quicker than before.
I squeezed his balls with a new anxiety, realizing just how close he was to popping.
The hot white cream was bulging within his expanding balls, and his whole body was rocking up and down with every diligent movement that my tongue made.
A few timely strokes later, I felt the first few droplets oozing out of the end of his hot spear and into my mouth.
The initial droplets served as a prelude, and I kept on sucking, determined to drain every drop of his juices dry. I wanted to clean out his hot testicles, to go after every droplet of his white sperm.
A few joyous strokes later, the rest of his load suddenly emerged. It spilled lavishly out of the end of his dick, spurting into my waiting mouth.
I was determined to gobble every drop of his hot precious juice. I had waited long enough to suck him, and was determined that everything was going to come out just the way I had planned it.
He released his tongue from my mound as he began to shoot. Just a few moments before he had finished cleaning out my vagina with his tongue, and now he was receiving a stupendous thrill as a result of my hot tongue movements.
"Go after every drop," he called out to me. "Suck me dry, baby. There's a lot of hot juice there, and I want you to have every drop."
His legs swayed like enormous tree trunks getting ready to give way in a storm as the juices continued to spurt out of him and into my mouth.
My fingers continued to toy with his balls, tickling them as the liquid stream kept on emerging from, his cock.
I succeeded in my objective, not losing even one droplet of his precious juices.
As I turned my tongue loose from his cock, he heaved a sigh of exhilaration.
"You weren't kidding when you said you wanted to make Iove to me," he said. "I can see that you put everything into it."
"I told you that I loved you. Why do you think I was so eager to get you back in bed again?"
"Honey, I wanted to do it so bad you couldn't believe it. But I was afraid."
"Are you still afraid?"
"Hell, no."
To prove his point he threw his arms around me and delivered a kiss of gratitude to my lips.
He let his lips remain fervently pressed against Mine for several moments, after which he released them.
"I hope that proves my point," he said.
"If that doesn't, I guess nothing will."
"I need you again. There's nothing like you to bring my cock up instantly. That chick to-night, she just wanted to cock tease. I know she can be had, but it's gonna take a lot of time and bullshit to get her in bed. And it's gonna require that I spend a lot of money on her. She's one of these chicks that really-likes a guy to cut loose in the pocketbook."
"Forget about her. You've got me."
"Having somebody like you to go to, sis, makes me ,forget about all that bullshit. Who needs cock-teasing broads like her."
"You don't. Not while I'm around."
"You said it."
His fingers began to press against my breasts. He reached out and tugged at my skin, enjoying the firm contact with my warm boobs.
The longer that his fingers pressed and toyed with my skin, the more eager I became for more sex. The pangs of anxiety began to return.
His fingers kept stabbing, and with sweeping sensations, my pussy was becoming overwhelmed with desire.
As his fingers kept on massaging my breasts. He worked his tongue suddenly inside my mouth.
His tongue converged sharply with mine. The French kiss worked me into just the kind of animalistic sea of passion that I had been immersed in before we had launched into the sucking.
He knew just how long to let his tongue glide against mine, and when he finally re-leased it from my mouth, he was all set to resume our fucking.
"Just wait; there's plenty more to come," he promised.
"With you around, I'll just bet there is."
His fingers went to work once more, this time reaching out and pressing against my buttocks.
He seemed to like my ass cheeks just as well as my breasts, and that was fine with me.
Mike was all set to resume his torrid pace.
He reached down with his tongue, pursuing my left breast. He quickly left a trail of hot saliva as a result of his fervent tongue movements. He controlled his tongue with sweeping passion, working it enthusiastically over every crevice of hot flesh.
He made certain that he distributed his movements over both breasts, not wanting to demonstrate one bit of partiality.
While his tongue was eagerly circulating over either my right or left breast, his fingers went to work on my legs.
I loved the masculine, authoritative way in which he reached out and clutched then m my thighs. He squeezed them eagerly, his fingers downward toward my ankles. Every few inches, he would cease his movements, then return to them.
All the while his fingers were in perpetual motion, moving eagerly and spiritedly, me to become more greatly excited with each and every passing second.
He kept up his hot antics, licking my breasts with great ferocity, determined to get me as hot as possible before embarking on another course of action with his cock.
Once he finished sucking my breasts, he reached out with his teeth and began to nibble on my left nipple.
I enjoyed the sensations he applied, and my legs were trembling in great appreciation of his actions. He just couldn't seem to please me too much. Every time that his teeth would come become that much more overwhelmed.
He worked his teeth over my left nipple for a while, then quickly switched his activities to my right nipple.
All the while he continued his flowing finger movements, letting them pinch and stab against my legs while he kept up his course of action.
I could see that he would not be able to maintain that particular pace for very long. It would be imperative for him to move into the actual fucking routine.
I wondered if he would want his cock sucked again. If he did, I would only be too happy to supply him with some brisk movements.
He finally released his teeth from my right nipple. By that time my whole body was feeling the flaming urgings that had been a part of me prior to my first orgasm. I could hardly wait for him to go to work on me once more.
As his body trembled with great determination and zeal, he released his fingers from my thighs and prepared to put his cock to work once more.
"I want inside your cunt," he said. "My cock is wild with excitement, and it's eager to work its way inside your pussy."
"Please give me all the action you can. I need it. I'm hungry for your fuck."
"I'm hungry for your body."
His fingers circulated up and down my back with great warmth as his body rocked back and forth, then thrust forward toward my waiting mound.
In a blistering sea of passion, he pushed and pumped his pecker inside my mound.
He entered my fleshy, trembling, itchy vagina with one swift thrusting effort.
"You're in me," I exclaimed, "keep your hips rotating, baby. Keep up the hot fucking."
"I want you bad."
"Drive you cock into my mound. Give me everything you've got."
"I love you."
I watched the manner in which his hips would thresh. The longer that his pumping movements continued, the better I felt all over. I enjoyed receiving his incessant thrusts, and as he kept up his hot movements, I could feel the waves of sensation multiplying inside me.
By body heaved back and forth, and my breathing became heavier as my heart pounded with ecstasy. I enjoyed nothing more than the feeling attached to his cock driving unrestrainedly inside my mound.
His firm dick kept on thrusting within me, pushing and pumping as he moved ever closer to climax.
His fingers at first moved up and down my back,. but soon he switched his movements to my buttocks.
He reached out and slapped them, then ran his fingers over them. He pinched and stabbed at them as the fucking continued.
He began to puff and gasp. I-observed his muscles tensing, particularly his arm and leg muscles, as he kept up his swift, propulsive thrusts.
"Keep fucking me," I called out encouragement, "keep your cock in my pussy. I want it, I need it, I want you to stab me. Drive it into me, darling.: Drive your cock in my mound. I need that kind of beautiful action."
His fingers continued to maneuver around my buttocks as his cock movements became more intense than ever.
He gritted his teeth as he plunged his hard rod ever deeper into my mound. He tore into me resolutely, eager to explode his juices in-side my mound.
While the fucking continued, he leaned for-ward and let his tongue slip inside my mouth.
Our tongues merged in a sea of delight, bathing joyously together as he kept on fucking me.
He moved ever closer to orgasm, keeping up his fucking stabs, driving his dick forward, accelerating his pace as he slid his tong dick in and out of my mound.
He drove himself ever closer to the big moment, and I was anticipating the sea of jissum that I knew would be spilling out the end of his organ and into my mound.
He was fracturing me with his piercing stabs, keeping up his efforts, pounding his cock ever deeper into my pussy.
I could tell that I was not far off from exploding. It would just be a question of time before the liquid would spill out of me.
I hoped that I would be able to shoot about the same time as Mike. An on-target orgasm would provide both of us with the maximum in sexual fascination.
He withdrew his fingers from my buttocks, then allowed them to go to work on my breasts. He loved toying with my tits and did so excitedly as he moved his cock back and forth in-side my pussy.
My vaginal muscles tightened as he gave me everything he had, driving his cock fervently into me.
Our bodies trembled as we pushed steadily forward into the final stages of the act. It would be just a short time before he would explode, and I was waiting for every droplet of juice that spilled out of his excited organ.
He withdrew his fingers from my breasts, then released his tongue from my mouth.
"Get set," was all he said.
He threw his arms around my body, gripping me tightly as he penetrated with every ounce of energy that he possessed.
I liked having his sharp, burning cock stabbing incessantly inside my pussy, and my ass cheeks flipped back and forth as I met his every searing movement.
My body was thrusting back and forth to meet his stabs, and the bed rocked from the sounds of our passionate lovemaking.
I juiced at that point, heaving a loud sigh, and I knew that he was only a few strokes behind.
Several moments later, he had a burning urge to slip his tongue inside my mouth one more time.
While our tongues were merging with blissful excitement, I felt the droplets spurt out of the end of his cock.
The passionate liquids spilled out of him, surging into my waiting vagina.
My whole body quivered with great satisfaction as the juices poured out of him and into my mound.
The fuck was an unforgettable experience.
After it was over we got up slowly from the bed, then got ready to retire for the evening.
My final act that night was to kiss my brother tenderly on the lips.
"It was a wonderful experience," I told him. "It couldn't have been better."
As I walked slowly into my bedroom a smile of satisfaction began to spread across my face.
I had achieved my objective, and I was determined that my brother would no longer feel any degree of fear about expressing himself sexually to me.
CHAPTER 12
A few days passed following my wonderful interlude with Mike.
What caused us both great problems was that my folks were around the house so much of the time. Mike was still a little afraid to make a move, but I was happy to see that apparently his guilt feelings had passed out of existence. The main thing he was concerned about was being detected in lovemaking with his own sister, something he knew he had to avoid.
One evening my folks went away to play cards with some friends. I figured that the time was appropriate for me to wait for my brother to come home from school, where he had been doing some studying in the library.
I figured that the wise thing for me to do would be to prepare for him in the same manner that I had on the last occasion when we had made love.
First of all I would have myself a couple of drinks, just to get organized and throw off some inhibitions, after which I would undress and lie in the middle of his bed.
I got excited just thinking about the expression on his face when he had seen me lying there, my legs spread and my pussy lips beckoning invitingly, on that last occasion when we had made it. He had immediately, unglued, and it really did something for my ego to know that I had that kind of sexual power.
I had a couple of shots of Scotch and water, then went into Mike's bedroom. I quickly re-moved my clothes, then my panties and bra, after which I pulled the covers of the bed back and stretched out inside the bed.
I waited for Mike for the better part of one hour. I began getting restless and itchy just waiting for him. I kept envisioning his strong body threshing back and forth in the sheets, plunging his pecker in my direction.
Finally I decided that I needed some kind of temporary relief, so I put the fingers of my right hand to work on my pussy.
While my fingers circulated over my spirited mound, I closed my eyes and imagined Mike's cock coming at me. I kept thinking about him gliding it inside my vagina, and it was with that thought in mind that I worked my fingers valiantly around my mound.
My whole body began to react with instinctive rhythm to the finger applications in my pussy. My fingers continued darting with great eagerness and determination as I applied them to my snatch.
All the while I was moving closer to climax. My fingers began stroking more quickly than before, and I could tell that the juices were not far from materializing.
As I lay there, stroking my pussy as rapidly as I could, I suddenly heard the sound of foot-steps in the hall.
My heart palpitated, and I couldn't conceive of Mike arriving without me hearing the car come to a halt in the driveway. But, then again, when you get that turned on with sex, even of the masturbating variety, you can forget every-thing else. As a matter-of-fact, your hearing and everything else can be shut off in the process. I assumed that that was what had happened to me.
My fingers kept busily working. I wanted him to see me in the act of masturbation. If he saw me rubbing my pussy frantically, it would make him that much more eager to jump into bed with me right away.
Suddenly the door flew open and I got a big surprise.
Standing before me was lovely dark-haired Sarah, Mike's girl friend, the same girl I had watched going down on him from the hallway. Sarah was the person who had supplied the major impetus as far as my getting together sexually with Mike was concerned.
While I looked at her with bewilderment, unable to speak a word, she in turn smiled sweetly.
"I must say that you're making yourself at home in your brother's room," she laughed. "But that's okay, honey. I'm sure he'd under-stand. If a girl wants to finger her pussy, I don't see any reason why she shouldn't do it."
"How did you get in here?"
"I was given a key by Mike at the library. He said he'd meet me here in about an hour. He thought you'd be out."
"I thought I was gonna be, but I changed my plans," I said defensively.
"Look, you don't have to get upset just be-cause I saw you fingering your snatch," Sarah said calmly, walking toward me. "I do it all the time, baby. That is, when your big brother isn't around to feed me his dick."
"It's still embarrassing."
"Don't think of it as that," Sarah said softly.
She stood right next to the bed, and as she did so she reached out with her right hand and began to run it through my hair.
All the while she looked at me with great intensity. It reminded me of the same kind of expression that Mike or Stan would have on their faces whenever they were exceptionally turned on with me.
"You're such a beautiful girl," Sarah said.
Sarah looked plenty beautiful in her own right. She wore a white pants suit which brought out her exquisite figure to great ad-vantage. She had smooth hips and firm breasts, and I could easily see why she was considered one of the most beautiful girls at State University.
But what I couldn't understand was the way that she was looking at me and stroking my hair. And before I knew it, she was releasing her fingers from my hair and letting them go to work down between my legs against my mound.
The sensations she supplied tickled me to such an extent that I could hardly stand it. Once more I found myself pushing toward orgasm. But what I couldn't understand was just why she was doing it. I knew she was hot for my brother in a big way, and that she was very much in demand at school. She could have practically any guy she wanted, but there she was, working her fingers swiftly over my snatch.
"Just what are you doing?" I asked. "This is weird, Sarah. You're no lesbian, are you?"
"I'm a swinger," she laughed, continuing her finger movements on my mound. "That means I take my pleasure as I find it, honey. If I hap-pen to find a handsome guy that I dig, like your big brother, then we jump into the sack together. If I happen to find a beautiful girl like you, then I'm sure not gonna turn down a chance to show a little love to her."
She released her fingers finally from my mound, then dropped her head down between my legs as she crouched down inside the bed.
My heart was palpitating with savage rapidity, and even though I wanted to cry out and do my best to stop her from continuing' the flow of the sex activity, something within me was stopping me from doing so. I just couldn't seem to bring myself to stop her. It meant just too much for me to get some more in the way of sensations from her.
She let her fingers toy first with my buttocks, then slide down my legs. I liked the way that she gripped my thighs ever so smoothly, and the sensations within me were multiplying so fast that I didn't know what to do.
The next thing I knew she was applying her tongue to my, love button. She started out very slowly, barely letting the tongue scrape over my snatch.
Back and forth she moved her tongue, letting more sensations materialize within my body as she stroked.
Up and down her head bobbed, and through it all she was supplying me with wonderful movements. The slow pace did not last for long, as you might have guessed. Pretty soon she began to put a lot more speed into her efforts, sliding her tongue over every crevice of my pussy. She then began to do something that turned me on in a big way. She would release her tongue from my mound, then let her teeth glide over my pussy lining.
She would alternate her efforts between the sucking and the nibbling, and the longer she followed that course of action, the more carried away I became.
My whole body trembled as she kept up her burning pace. With throbbing anxiety she kept up the sucking and the nibbling, moving me to the brink of climax.
"Keep it up, darling, go after my pussy juices," I exclaimed.
She moved her fingers against my buttocks. She slid them against my firm ass cheeks, then pinched the skin as she kept on with the sucking. She had me on the verge of climax, and my whole body was giving way under the heavy tongue onslaught.
I trembled as the juices began to shoot out from my pussy and into her waiting mouth.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction to know that she was that eager to gobble every drop of my pussy juices.
CHAPTER 13
Even though she had succeeded in swallowing my load, it was apparent that beautiful Sarah was anything but satisfied.
As soon as she swallowed the last few drop-lets of my load, she got up from the bed and immediately began to remove her clothing.
She climbed out of her pants suit, then reached out and unstrapped her bra, letting it fall free to the floor.
My eyes took in her lovely breasts. They looked to be about the same size as my own, and were every bit as well shaped. I liked the way that they pointed sharply outward toward me. Yes, even if she was a woman, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her form and face.
I watched her fingers reach down with great speed toward her panties. Her fingers caught hold of the elastic, at which point she began to slide the panties down her legs.
I watched her hips and she wiggled seductively as she pulled the panties down her legs. She would take them off, and then reveal her-self totally in the nude.
I kept eyeing her legs, and observed her pubic mound once she pulled the panties down to a certain point.
I stared at her black vaginal hair, and wondered what it would be like to reach out and stroke it in the manner in which Mike had toyed with my pubic mound.
I observed her trim ankles, wondering what it would be like to reach out and touch them.
It felt strange to have those urges. Never before in my life had I ever thought about a woman in that fashion, but, then again, never had I come up against anyone quite like Sarah.
She stepped out of the panties, then sauntered sexily toward me.
I watched her lovely hips wiggle. She was like me. There wasn't an ounce of flab any-where on her body. She was well developed but firm, and I could easily see why Mike thought such a great deal of her.
Up until that point I had been somewhat jealous of the fact that Mike thought such a great deal of her, but I wasn't any longer. In-stead I felt a tremendous sense of admiration for Sarah, and was happy that she had thought so much of me that she actually wanted to go down on my pussy.
She was moving closer now, and the nearer she drew to me, the greater the feeling of exhilaration that I had.
She slipped her body ever so slowly into bed with me, and as she moved closer, I picked up the scent of the overpoweringly seductive per-fume that she wore.
She looked at me and smiled. As her wide dark eyes carried with them an hypnotic effect, I observed her puckering up her thick ruby-red lips.
Sarah moved her thick lips toward mine, and before I knew it her lips were plunging against mine.
While our lips collided with blissful excitement, she reached out with her right hand and allowed it to glide through my hair.
She permitted her lips to remain locked against mine for quite a little while, after which she finally removed them.
"I want you again," she announced.
I was overcome by the electricity of her presence. I didn't even have time to think of the implications of all that was happening. If I had, I no doubt would have felt great guilt pangs. But my emotions were completely ruling me by that point, and every time that I looked at her beautiful face or body, I became that much more impressed.
Her fingers began to thoroughly explore my entire form. She started out by letting them move smoothly over my forehead, after which she let them drop down to my breasts.
She curled, her fingers around my tits, then let them circulate over my nipples. All the while the sensations were multiplying through-out my whole body. I was totally enraptured by this beautiful woman who was providing me with all kinds of stimulating satisfaction.
She worked. her fingers smoothly around my breasts, then let them drop down to my stomach, which she carefully and thoroughly fingered. After that she slipped her fingers up and down my back, enjoying every hot sensation as I continued to feel great joy from every finger stab that she supplied.
Her fingers worked their way down to my buttocks. She let them slide with great eagerness against my ass cheeks, pinching and stabbing at them.
"That's nice, you've got a real nice butt," she said soothingly. "I know just how to give your butt sensations. I know how to give your pussy sensations. Just stick with me, honey, and you're gonna feel real good."
Her finger movements became more rapid the longer that she worked them against my ass cheeks.
She kept on pinching and stabbing, and be-fore I knew it my whole body was trembling rapidly.
If there was one thing that Sarah knew how to do, it was the right way to get a woman passionately aroused.
She would make certain that she touched every erogenous part of my body.
After she had collided her fingers resolutely with my buttocks, she wound up with her fingers gripping my thighs ever so carefully.
She moved her fingers over my thighs slowly, but before long she was moving her fingers rapidly and sharply. She pinched and tugged, getting me to the very point where she wanted me.
Sarah was no fool. She knew that, if she got me hot enough, I would be willing to go further than I would have otherwise.
She recognized that I was a new convert to girl sex, and as such she was maintaining a cautious pace, not wanting to frighten off her new convert.
Her fingers clutched my thighs forefully, and I could see by the expression on her face that she would be launching into a new facet of sex.
A look of heartfelt determination filled her face as she got set to go on to her next move.
Even though I didn't know at that point what that move would be, I was certain that it would be something that possessed a great deal of erotic fascination.
She curled her fingers around my buttocks, then released them. After that she reached out with her hands and began to slap at my ass cheeks.
They were soft slaps, the kind that were meant to arouse me.
Sarah fondled my ass cheeks, then reached down and kissed my left buttock. After she removed her lips from my left buttock, she pursued my right.
Naturally I was getting more and more over-whelmed by her passionate efforts. She couldn't help but send all kinds of shock waves through my body from the movements she brought to bear.
She reached out and parted my legs, grabbing my thighs, then flipped her body over mine.
Her ass cheeks fluttered back and forth, and her butt came to rest just a shade above my head.
As her ass cheeks were manipulating back and forth, she worked her tongue down between my legs and let it go to work inside my ass-hole.
I'll never forget her first swift stab. It sent all kinds of thrills bolting through my whole body. I hadn't realized that she was anticipating that course of action, but as soon as she started to move her tongue against my hot anus, my whole world came alive with ecstasy.
Back and forth she thoroughly drove her tongue, sliding it around my ass-hole, making certain that she covered every base.
While her tongue was skillfully manipulating inside my anus, while the hot rimming continued, her buttocks kept on flipping back and forth. She was so excited by all of the action that there was no way she could contain herself.
While the hot sucking feverishly continued, I couldn't help but be enticed by the looks of her appealing ass cheeks.
I reached out with both hands, grabbing her buttocks and clutching them while she let her tongue slide with effective zeal inside my anus.
At one point she abandoned her sucking efforts, turning around and looking at me.
"Get busy, darling," she implored. "While I'm sucking your ass-hole, you can be doing the same thing to me. That'll make for luscious excitement for both of us."
At that point she went back to her sucking, sending her tongue swiftly inside my ass-hole. She darted her tongue even more quickly than before. I enjoyed every fervent effort that she supplied, and the longer that her ass cheeks delectably manipulated before my eyes, the more convinced I became that perhaps I could bring it upon myself to suck a woman's ass-hole.
The whole thought did seem strange in a number of ways, and as I reached out and toyed with her buttocks, I was conditioning myself that much more to strive one step forward.
Even though I still had a few hang-ups about getting involved in a lesbian act, her ass cheeks did look delightful. I kept thinking about what it would be like to stab my tongue inside her hot ass in just the same way that she was sup-plying my ass-hole with brisk tongue strokes.
Finally I decided to throw caution to the winds, slipping my tongue forward and letting it stab lightly inside her anus.
While my tongue toyed, with her ass-hole, I brought the fingers of both hands to bear on her buttocks.
My fingers stabbed with great energy as my tongue began to pick up momentum. I began sliding it faster than before, slipping it around inside her anus, setting a quicker pace as time elapsed.
Before I knew it I had acclimated myself fully to the act of sucking her ass-hole. While she set a blistering pace inside my burning ass-hole, I began to do the same to her, letting my tongue slickly slide around her ass-hole.
We kept exchanging furious strokes, and pretty soon my buttocks were wiggling with the same unrestrained zeal as hers were wiggling.
After we had continued the blistering ass-hole sucking for several minutes, she finally. removed her tongue from my anus.
"I don't know about you, dearie, but my cunt is on fire," she told me. "I've got to shoot it fast."
"I'm with you all the way," I nodded.
"Then I suggest we go to the sixty-nine scene."
"Right now I guess I'm ready for anything."
"That's my girl," she chuckled, reaching out and patting my buttocks affectionately. "I knew that once you let yourself go, you were gonna love this. After all, you're a beautiful woman and you've got a beautiful body. Naturally you're proud of yourself, and that's all that this means. By making love to another woman, it really means that you have pride in yourself as a woman."
"I never stopped to think about that."
"Course. If you've got pride, then it's only understandable that you would feel that same degree of pride and fascination for another beautiful woman. That's all that it really amounts to."
"Maybe you're right. I never quite thought about it that way, but I guess you are right."
"Course, I am," she laughed. "I'm always right."
"Maybe you are."
"I'm right about one thing. You're a great piece of ass, honey. I like rimming you, I like sucking your slit. But speaking of that, it's time for me to go to work. I'm gonna give you an even better pussy suck than I did the time before."
"I don't see how you could improve on that," I laughed.
"There's one way. You're gonna be sucking me, baby. That's the big difference. When I'm getting it, it's that much easier for me to give it."
"I follow you," I laughed.
"I should think you would."
She patted my ass cheeks once more for good measure, then sank her head down between my legs.
While her fingers were fondling my thighs, she worked her tongue around my mound.
There would be no slow, exploratory movements brought to bear in this instance. I could see that she was much too hot for that. She wanted to allow her tongue free access to my slit, and as she put it to work, sliding it eagerly inside my mound, I worked my tongue for-ward, allowing it to come into brisk contact with her mound.
We began to exchange swift strokes, and as we kept up our speedy pace, she glided her ass cheeks back and forth, as always presenting an imposing target for my efforts.
She looked sexier than ever with her ass cheeks flouncing more quickly than before, and all the while I continued probing and sinking my tongue ever deeper inside her pussy.
I knew that it wouldn't take either one of us long to orgasm, and we drove our tongues at a furious pace, stroking for all we were worth in the interests of sexual joy.
As I moved closer to climax, she reached out and touched my ass cheeks more firmly than before. I interpreted that as a clue that she would, be juicing before very long.
With that thought in mind, my tongue worked with greater ferocity than ever. I let it dart speedily inside her hot mound, circulating it with great speed and deliberation inside her blazing pussy.
While we were matching each other stroke for stroke, pushing ever closer to climax, I thought I heard footsteps, but I couldn't be sure.
At that point I really didn't care. I was a woman possessed with one objective, that of causing beautiful Sarah to explode in my mouth.
I followed her example, slipping my fingers against the crevices of her buttocks.
While my fingers smoothly exercised them-selves over her ass cheeks, I kept up the hot stabs, driving my tongue against her mound.
I finally found myself unable to withhold my juices any longer. My hot pussy juice spilled out of my mound and into her waiting mouth.
No sooner did I unload the last few drops of my juice that she spilled her load into my mouth, which I affectionately caught and swallowed.
As I released my tongue from her mound, I looked up and observed a grinning Mike standing a few feet away from the bed.
As I could have expected, he had his cock in his right hand, and was pumping up and down on its iron-hard surface.
CHAPTER 14
"I can see that you girls have gotten intimately acquainted," Mike laughed loudly.
"You sure must have come in fast," Sarah grinned. "I never even heard you."
"What the hell. There could have been an earthquake, and you girls wouldn't have heard it or felt it. You were too turned on with each other."
"I suppose that's true, Sarah smiled.
"You know, I feel kind of short-changed," Mike shook his head.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"I didn't really get much of a chance to see you girls go through your paces."
"You see, Susan baby, your brother Mike has quite a bit of the voyeur in him," Sarah said.
"Damned right I do, and I'm proud of it," he exclaimed with great enthusiasm.
"I'm willing to do a retake if Susan is," Sarah laughed. "Course, it won't be just for your exclusive benefit. It's that I enjoy the delicious taste of her pussy, and I'd like to sample some more of her juices."
"Hell, I realize that," he laughed. "It's just that I'd like to get another chance to look at you two."
"Do we look that good?" Sarah asked.
"You know better than that. You've got the two best bodies in town, as far as I'm concerned. Just watching you two make it in the sheets is too much. I love the beautiful sight of those gorgeous butts twisting."
"So that really did something for you, did it?" Sarah laughed.
"You know it," Mike nodded. "But get busy. I'm gonna take off my clothes and enjoy this thing properly. Then I'm gonna jump into the sack with you girls."
"That's a real naughty brother you've got," Sarah said.
"I know, but I sure wouldn't trade him for anybody else," I said.
"I don't suppose you would," Sarah said. "You'd be crazy if you would."
"He's got a pretty nice cock," I exclaimed.
"All the better to fuck you with, my darling," Mike winked.
Sarah and I watched as Mike quickly took off his clothes.
"Get busy, girls, I want to watch you two tear each other up one more time," Mike said anxiously.
"Fine with me," Sarah nodded.
A look of determination suddenly surfaced on Sarah's face as she worked her tongue down toward my mound.
Once more her hips and ass cheeks began rotating, providing me with a gorgeous sight as her tongue employed itself speedily against my mound.
With burning desire she slid it into my hot, already wet slit. My blonde pussy hairs were gnarled as a result of the moisture, and as she employed pressure on my pussy with her hot tongue, I felt the tingling urges throughout my super-charged body.
"Go to work sucking her," Mike encouraged me. "Don't just lie there and watch, honey. She wants to do it sixty-nine style. That means give and take, sweetheart."
I looked over at Mike. By that time he had stripped off his T-shirt and shorts, and was devoting his attention to two things-watching us fuck, and playing with his long hard cock.
While he circulated his fingers up and down his hard organ with his right hand, he used the fingers of his left hand to stroke his balls. I could tell from the way that they were bulging just how excited he was, and I knew that he would soon be chafing at the bit, determinedly looking forward to fucking both of us.
I had to admit, though, that he was right. I had become so carried away on the receiving end of Sarah's hot tongue efforts that I hadn't even gotten around to sucking her. As he said, it was definitely a joint effort, and on that basis it was time for me to make up for lost time and put my tongue to work on her scorching mound.
I reached out with both hands, clutching her thighs. I touched the warm, creamy skin, and as my fingers pressed against her skin my tongue moved forward in the direction of her mound.
Before I knew it, I had succeeded in getting my lover's body to rock with quicker rapidity than ever.
I could see that the longer I put my tongue to work on Sarah's mound, and provided her with other forms of hot activity, the better she liked it.
She was warming up to her task as well, driving her tongue furiously inside my mound as I sucked her snatch and toyed with her thighs.
I would alternately touch her thighs softly, then apply pressure, and all the while she was conscientiously sucking my mound.
CHAPTER 15
While my tongue continued to relentlessly explore Sarah's smoldering pussy, I would look over at Mike every now and then.
His jerking efforts were becoming more rapid than ever, and I could tell from the way that he was panting that he would soon have to get in bed and fuck.
"Finish it off, girls, I want to fuck you," he called out. "What beautiful bodies you've got. I really love watching your asses twirl. It's a great sight to see. Keep up the action. Don't slow down."
He didn't need to caution us about slowing down. There was no way we were about to do that. Not when we were on the verge of shooting.
A few brilliant strokes later, I began to taste the droplets of juice spurting out of Sarah's pussy.
Her whole body spun out of control as the orgasmic liquid shot out of her. Her ass cheeks spun back and forth, then her whole body bounced up and down as she juiced.
As I was draining the last few drops of pussy juice out of her vagina, I felt the urge to shoot.
At that point it was my body that spun out of control, and the droplets of joy juice shot sizzlingly out of my snatch and into her waiting mouth.
By that point in time my brother Mike was absolutely ecstatic. His jerking movements were so abrupt that I feared he would explode his juices right then and there in his own hand.
As I released my tongue from Sarah's pussy, I looked over at Mike and laughed.
"You look pretty horny, Mike," I said.
"You're dimmed right I am," he replied, moving briskly toward me. "I've got to fuck you, little sister."
Sarah moved over toward the edge of the bed after releasing her tongue from my mound. She had a contented look as a result of having tasted me not once but twice.
"Sock it to her, Mike," she patted Mike on the back.
"Don't worry, and you're next," he said. "Once I give her a good fuck, I'm gonna be ready for you."
"You'd better be," Sarah laughed. "After all, I'm not about to be left out."
"I've got news for you, baby. Anybody built like you would never have to worry about being left out of any fucking."
As Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, watching the unfolding action curiously, Mike reached out and fondled my breasts.
While his fingers thoroughly explored my tits, he leaned forward and kissed my lips several times.
The excitement was naturally reeling through me from his kisses, and after we had exchanged a few fervent lip kisses, he slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
Tongue darted against tongue in a blaze of glory, and all the while his fingers were toying with my breasts.
Once that he felt that he had warmed me up enough through the kissingefforts, Mike released his tongue from my mouth and let his fingers drop down toward my legs.
He parted my legs affectionately, then reached out with his right hand and dipped his fingers into my wet vagina.
"I'm digging out some pussy juice," he laughed.
"What on earth for?"
"I want to lubricate you."
"What for?"
"So I can fuck you up the ass," Mike said.
"My God, you mean sodomy?"
"What the hell else does fucking up the ass mean ? " he laughed.
"But that'll hurt like hell," I protested.
"It'll sting a little, but just bear with it, baby. You'll really love it. You'll love every bit of it."
"I'm not so sure," I said.
"Relax and get set to enjoy it," Sarah chimed in at that point. "You don't have a thing to worry about, sweetheart. It's beautiful sex."
"Has he ever done it to you?"
"Foolish question, my dear," he laughed.
"Of course he's done it to me," Sarah nodded firmly. "He's fucked my ass-hole plenty of times. I'll tell you something, baby. The first time I was a little leery about it, too. But he sure made me a believer in no time at all."
"I make them all believers," Mike laughed, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy.
I watched carefully as he dipped his wet fingers inside my ass-hole.
"That'll loosen your anal passage a little," he winked. "Get set, honey, because we're gonna skyrocket together."
He reached out and grabbed my legs, flipping them over his shoulders.
He heaved a loud sigh preparatory to starting, then thrust his hot, anxious prick toward my ass-hole.
I'll never forget his first forward penetration. It hurt like hell. As a matter-of-fact, my eyes began to water from the ringing pain that I felt from the sharp penetration his cock made inside my ass-hole.
He thrust his dick into me good and hard, making sharp contact, then withdrawing his hot pecker from my anus.
But he wasn't about to withdraw it for long: He just gave himself enough time to gather steam for a second forward thrust, which, if anything, contained even sharper, more rapid impact than the first penetration.
While his cock was surging forward with blinding excitement, he reached out with his fingers and gripped my buttocks.
He clutched my ass cheeks vigorously, constantly thrusting at me with his dick, entering me with sharp impact, moving himself ever closer to climax.
Since he was thrusting his dick into me so high and hard, and was making such savage penetration, I didn't see how he could hope to withstand his pace for very long. But he kept right at it. He continued to send his dick into me with blazing impact, surging it high and hard into my anus.
"What a great fucking ass you've got," he sighed. "Oh, it's just made to order for my hot dick. This is great, honey. I really love sending it into your ass-hole. What a hot ass. To think it hasn't been fucked before. To think I'm breaking the cherry in your ass-hole. It's about time, honey, that somebody's done it."
"What beautiful fucking," Sarah laughed, calling out encouragement from a few feet away. "Keep fucking her, Mike honey. You've really got her going now."
Our bodies rocked with fascination as he kept up his pummeling, sending his piercing rod ever deeper inside my anus, driving his blistering cock forward in pursuit of my ass-hole.
He kept on sending his cock into the tight anal passage, and I began to instinctively flip my ass cheeks back and forth to give him an even tighter target.
I could see just how much he was enjoying it from the look of total exhilaration on his face.' His whole body kept on rocking, and he kept accelerating as the crunching impact continued.
The hot, surging sensations were really getting to me. I felt myself moving toward climax.
At one point, while he was sending his surging dick into the innermost depths of my anus, I did shoot.
My whole body trembled, and with the shaking he became that much more aroused.
His fingers, which had been tugging at my legs, began to go to work on my breasts. He kept working his fingers in a corkscrew motion against my nipples. All the while he was fucking my ass-hole with great conviction, pushing and pumping his dick intensely, moving that much closer to climax.
A few hot cock stabs later, the sea of white juice began to stream out of the end of Mike's hard cock. As the first few droplets were released into my ass-hole, I felt good all over. I enjoyed feeling the passionate warmth of his juices inside me, and my whole body shook as he released them.
"What an ass-hole," he gasped.
He pinched my nipples, hurting them a little as the stream of liquid kept oozing out of his cock and into my anus.
His body trembled as the juices kept flowing, and finally he released the last few, after which he withdrew his cock from my ass-hole.
He heaved a sigh, reached up and wiped some sweat from his brow, then moved his lips forward and kissed mine.
From the manner in which he allowed them to freeze against mine for such a long period of time, I could tell that Mike was grateful to me for permitting him to penetrate my ass-hole.
I had been terribly afraid at the beginning, and the thrusts had hurt, particularly the first few. As a matter-of-fact, once he withdrew his cock from my ass-hole, I could feel the stabbing pains there. But it all seemed worthwhile in retrospect. After all, I had received from Mike about the most erotic fuck I had ever gotten in my life.
But Mike was anything but through. He reached down and pumped up and down on his cock several times, which had gone down very little in the aftermath of his orgasm.
"You're next, baby," he pointed toward Sarah.
"I thought you'd never ask," she giggled.
"I had to work at one fuck at a time, quite naturally," Mike explained calmly. "I had to break in my sister's cherry ass-hole. So now I'm all set to fuck you up the ass."
"My goodness," Sarah shook her head. "I figured that this time around, you'd probably want a pussy fuck. I didn't know if your cock would be ready for back-to-back ass-hole fucks."
"I could sodomize all day long with asses as beautiful as yours and Susan's," Mike said.
"I guess we'll both have to take that as a compliment," Sarah said.
"There's no other way for you to take it," Mike smiled. "Now come over here, baby. As a matter-of-fact, I've got something really beautiful thought out in my mind. We'll all have loads of fun."
"I better scram out of here," I said.
"Oh, no, you're included," Mike said.
"How could I be ? You're gonna fuck Sarah's ass-hole?"
"We're finding a place for you in all this," Mike smiled.
"Am I gonna be the towel girl or some-thing?" I giggled.
"Oh, no, I mean an active role," Mike said. "Just stay where you are. Everything's gonna work out just beautiful. First I want to get reacquainted with my dear lover Sarah."
"She is a gorgeous girl," I acknowledged.
"You're damned right. I'm glad you two get along so well. Sarah's a real broadminded chick. I mean, she's got no hang-ups. I told her all about us, and it didn't bother her one bit. I didn't want her finding out by surprise."
"Why should I get upset about that?" Sarah smiled. "I think that when people have beautiful bodies and want to ball, that they ought to get together and do just that."
"You definitely are a girl after my own heart," Mike said.
At that point he quickly closed in on Sarah, working his tongue over her left breast.
Sarah's sparkling body twisted back and forth as he kept up his movements. She was enjoying every stroking sensation that he sup-plied with his tongue.
I watched carefully as Mike continued to supply Sarah with all kinds of wild sensations.
While his tongue was systematically working around her breasts, darting from one to the other, his fingers were sliding up and down her warm, willing body.
He would begin by running his fingers through her hair, then would send his sizzling fingers down her back. He worked his fingers up and down her legs, then would permit them to glide around her ass cheeks.
All the while Sarah was reacting sharply to his movements. Her body was twisting with every rhythmic finger sensation.
Once he got his fill of the breast sucking, he worked his tongue inside his lover's mouth.
Their tongues met in inspired passion for several long minutes, after which he withdrew his tongue from her mouth.
"It's time for me to fuck you," he gasped. "How do you want it?"
"I want you to turn over on your stomach," he exclaimed.
I watched as he slipped a pillow beneath her stomach.
Her ass cheeks were propped up on the pillow, and I got a pretty good indication as to what he was planning to do right then and there.
He hunched his body forward, sliding his cock inside her ass-hole.
With one vigorous thrust, he was inside her, plunging his steely dick deep into her anus.
She grunted a few times, then began to twist her buttocks in accompanying satisfaction to his movements.
"Keep fucking, honey, drive your cock into my ass-hole," she said. "I really love those sensations. You know just how I love to be tucked."
He stabbed her with speedy, smooth strokes, letting his buttocks twist so that he could maintain the most effective angle in the course of his screwing.
While the hot pace continued, I began to wonder just what Mike had had in mind when he said that there would be a place for me in the fucking activities.
All I knew was that I was getting so aroused just watching the action that I would have to play with my pussy if I watched much longer.
I finally got the message a few minutes later. Mike turned around and looked at me :
"Okay, honey. You can be of great assistance."
"How's that?"
"You can suck my ass-hole."
"Oh, so you want a threesome."
"Absolutely. I couldn't think of anything any more delightful. That way beautiful little Sarah is gonna get a better fuck. You see, she's gonna get a groovy fuck up the ass if you'll give me a good ass suck."
"Yes, I see your point. The impetus will make you fuck that much better."
"That's precisely true," he nodded. "Let's get to work, baby."
"Please do. My ass is burning up," Sarah chuckled. "You know that my ass-hole's a perfect fit for your cock."
"You're damned right it is. And all because it's so nice and tight," he laughed, reaching out and slapping Sarah's buttocks.
I watched him go back to work with his devastating movements, fucking her high and hard with his thrusting dick.
While he was opening up, slamming his pecker deep inside her anus, I leaned forward , and set my sights on his rotating ass.
I put my tongue to work, sinking it inside his anus, driving forward as he continued his surging cock movements inside Sarah's ass-hole.
Before long we were working as one integrated unit. As Mike would thrust his surging joy stick inside Sarah's ass-hole, I would in turn supply him with blistering sucking sensations inside his ass-hole.
The action continued at the same brisk pace. I could tell that, being provided with additional action, Mike was hardly able to contain him-self. As much as he loved fucking Sarah's ass-hole, he wouldn't be able to do it much longer. The juices would soon be flowing out of the end of his long dick.
"Keep sucking, my ass," he gasped, "it's just what I need, darling. Do it just like you are. Keep it working quickly. Work your tongue, honey, stab it around in my ass-hole. Oh, yes, you get the idea. You know just how I like it."
A few tongue sensations later, he found himself unable to contain his load.
The spurting juices surged out of the end of his peter and into Sarah's waiting ass-hole.
"You're there, you're there," Sarah called out with enthusiasm.
It gave me a delightful feeling to know that my sucking movements had brought him to climax that much quicker.
Now that it was all over, I felt better than ever. I had overthrown another hang-up, that of having sex with a girl.
If I could always get the same kind of kicks fucking a chick as I had obtained balling with Sarah, then I was all for more of the same.
As I thought back and recounted the beautiful moments I had spent in bed with both Sarah and Mike, even my ass-hole was hurting a little less.
What the hell, I figured. I would get used to being fucked up the ass. Sarah wasn't complaining and it's for damn sure I wasn't about to complain either.
CHAPTER 16
A few minutes after Mike's second explosion, Sarah got dressed and left.
She kissed both of us tenderly before de-parting.
I figured that Mike more than-likely had had his share of sex by that time, but I was wrong. Even though his cock had exploded twice, once up my ass-hole and the other time up Sarah's, that wasn't enough. His tongue was alive with excitement.
"I love you, baby, I really dig being around you," Mike said. "I need more sensations."
He started by giving me a few hot lip kisses. He then worked his tongue inside my mouth, letting it splash against mine time and again. Without letup he continued the fervent tongue kisses. He kept on stabbing his tongue against mine with increasing frequency, stepping up the action, keeping up the level of blazing activity until he finally decided that it was time to go to another level of sucking.
His next move was to slip his tongue inside my left ear.
The tongue began to exercise itself against my earlobe, and the longer he kept up the fluid movements, the more accustomed I became to the sensations.
"This is something new, honey, and I really like it," I said. "Keep your tongue working."
The tongue maintained a blistering level of activity inside my left ear. After he had worked it into my left ear for quite some time, he quickly switched the level of activity over to my right.
He seemed to have a sixth sense about knowing just what would make me excited, and the longer he kept up the fierce level of passionate activity, the more eager I became for some hot action inside my pussy.
My blazing snatch was erupting with a sense of anxiety from the hot stabs his tongue directed consistently inside my ears.
Once he completed some hot licks within my ear, he started his tongue against my left breast.
He gnawed on my tit with his teeth a few times, then switched to the sucking, after which he reverted back to more nibbling.
The alternate nibbling and sucking pushed me into an exhilarated state. He kept on driving his tongue, then, after he had succeeded in getting me acclimated to that type of activity, would move back to the nibbling.
He decided that his next course of action would be to suck my thighs, so he worked his tongue over to my left thigh.
He ran his tongue up inside my creamy thigh, enjoying the flow of activity. He then got busy with his teeth, nibbling on my thigh. The longer that he kept up the action, the more incredible I couldn't help but find his pace to be.
After all, I would have thought that, following a second orgasm, that would be it. But he wasn't about to stop until he had succeeded in making me shoot one more time. These fervent tongue efforts, Iknew, were directed toward one objective, that of getting me hot so that he could put his tongue to work inside my box.
While his tongue consistently darted against my thigh, he used his fingers on my buttocks, grabbing my ass cheeks and pinching them.
Even though it stung a little to have him pinching my buttocks, I still enjoyed it. I liked the fast, furious flow of activity, and the longer that he continued his efforts, the more impatient I could observe him becoming.
There was something in the intensity with which he squeezed my buttocks that indicated to me he would soon be turning his tongue loose inside my box.
I certainly wasn't wrong. He parted my creamy, saliva-ridden thighs, that he had sucked on for so long, then plunged his head in between my legs.
He picked up the scent of my wet mound, then worked his tongue around my moist pussy hairs.
His tongue generated steam quickly. The longer he worked it scorchingly around my passionate pit, the closer I found myself looming toward orgasm.
"Keep up the blistering pace," I encouraged, "keep your hot tongue in my box. Drive it in-side me, darling."
As he worked his tongue feverishly within my passion pit, he reached out with his right index finger and began to probe inside my ass-hole.
With the utmost in determination he accelerated his movements, driving his finger higher and faster inside my ass-hole.
Soon he was plunging his finger all the way into my rectum. As he stabbed and plunged, he commenced to suck my pussy that much more quickly.
It was apparent that he had me right where he wanted me. My whole blistering body was shaking, and sweat began to surface under my arms and on my forehead.
As the sweat began to trickle down both sides of my face, he plunged his finger more earnestly than ever, driving it into my rectum forcefully, sucking my pussy all the while, pushing me ever closer to the precipice of orgasmic delight.
A few hot, surging stabs later, I closed my eyes and sighed.
"Keep it up, oh, I'm going, going, going, going," I exclaimed, "eat it, honey, eat my goo, go after my passionate juices. Oh, yes, my darling, go ahead and suck. I want you to suck, darling, eat every drop."
My legs kicked up high into the air. Up and down my buttocks bounced atop the bed, and as I heard the jangling of the bedsprings, I continued to explode my juices into his mouth.
He kept up the fervent finger stabs until he had collected the last few droplets of juice, after which he released his tongue from my pussy.
When he released his tongue, he reached out with his right hand and let his fingers come into contact with my sweaty brow.
"I guess it's time for us to wrap it up," he laughed.
"I suppose so. One thing's for sure; I'm gonna get a good night's sleep."
"Me, too. We probably didn't finish any too soon. The folks will be home."
"I know. That's all we need is to get caught in the act."
"Other people aren't as understanding as we are," he smiled, getting up from the bed.
I watched him as he began to put on his shorts. I admired the firm, trim lines of his body.
I couldn't help but think that I had the handsomest, most desirable brother on the face of the earth.
And he was my fucking partner any time that we were able to get together.
CHAPTER 17
Following my beautiful session with Mike, I discovered myself falling more and more in love with him.
After that evening I found out that I wasn't really interested in Stan or anybody else.
I began putting Stan off so often that he was getting extremely flustered as time went by.
On one occasion, when he happened to run into me at school, he was fit to be tied.
The last class had ended for the day, and he walked up toward me with a determined expression on his face.
"How about going for a ride with me?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Stan, but I can't make it."
"Can you ever make it?" his voice rose sharply.
"I wish you wouldn't shout."
"It's enough to make any guy shout. Just what the hell is with you anyway, Susan?"
"Nothing's wrong with me."
"I don't see it that way. You know, you've been doing nothing but giving me the run around lately. I don't like it. Here I get hung-up on you, and this is my reward."
"I'm very sorry, Stan. I'm not trying to hurt you. I can assure you of that."
"It's that brother of yours. You seem to be around him all the time. What's with you two anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm beginning to wonder if you're some kind of a pervert," he exploded.
"How dare you," I said. "Shut up, Stan. You've got a filthy mouth."
"I've got an accurate mouth. That must be it. You two must have something going."
"You've got a very vivid imagination. Besides, I don't think Mike would like to hear about your bad-mouthing."
"I think I'm telling the truth. Yes, your re-action proves it. So that's what it is. I had a hunch and the hunch was getting stronger and stronger. Now I know the score between you two."
"I said shut up."
"Sure, I'll shut up. You won't go out with me. I guess I know why. You're hung-up on your own brother."
"That's a damn lie."
"Is it?"
He smiled a sickening smile, then stalked away.
I hadn't realized until after he left just how upset I had become. My face had turned white, and my jaw had dropped. He had really shocked me by making his disclosure.
I told myself that it was no more than sour grapes, and that since he couldn't have any inside information, I didn't have anything to worry about.
During the course of the next few days, I did my best to shrug off Stan's biting comment.
I kept pursuing Mike, but we didn't have an opportunity to get together until the night that my folks always went out and played cards.
I told Mike that afternoon that we ought to get together in the evening, and he told me he was all for it.
"I'll get my studying done now, so we can play later," he smiled, reaching out and patting me on the forehead.
That evening, shortly after my folks went out, he knocked on my door.
"You can come on in the bedroom," he said. Before I left my room, I removed my clothes, then my panties and bra.
I sauntered across the hall, feeling great. There was nothing that could beat the feeling of joy I received at the prospect of fucking my handsome brother.
He was lying in the middle of his bed, stroking his long cock proudly, awaiting my emergence.
"Come on in, play with this," he said. "Take it away from me."
"It has been awhile since I've had a chance to go down on your prick," I grinned. "This is the perfect opportunity."
"It sure is. Go to work, darling."
I grabbed the tip of his hard cock with my right hand, jerking up and down it, and as my fingers did their work, I slipped the fingers of my left hand against his balls.
The two-way action caused him to become immediately excited, just as I anticipated it would.
Once his body began to sway under the impact of my finger sensations, I looked up at him and smiled.
"Just wait, the best is yet to come," I told him.
"I know. You're gonna suck me."
"I'm gonna bury my tongue against your cock."
"That sounds pretty good."
"It looks like you've got plenty of juice in there from the way that your balls are inflating."
"I do, and you're just the girl who can bring every bit of that juice out of me."
I began tugging more quickly than before, letting my fingers race up and down his entire mammoth dick. While my fingers circulated over his cock, I permitted the fingers of my other hand to work around his balls.
Back and forth I kept up the dramatic pace, and all the while I was moving him ever closer to the point at which I would begin the sucking.
I maintained the steady finger flow for the next few minutes, after which I decided that it was time for me to put my tongue to work on his rod.
I slipped my anxious red tongue over the tip of his pecker, working my tongue slowly and smoothly. While I registered consistent impact with his long dick, I reached out and toyed with his balls with my right hand.
My fingers worked fervently, and my tongue was pressing ever so eagerly against the head of his silky penis.
I confined my activities to the head of his rod for a few minutes, then began to work my way gradually along the length of his entire organ.
Up and down I sucked with great rapidity, letting my head bob as I kept up the pace. I liked the way that things were going, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he would explode. There was no conceivable way for him to maintain himself for any length of time, considering the pressure that I was generating with my tongue.
A few heated strokes later, I let the fingers of both hands press against his balls ever so firmly. And all the while I kept up the sucking, driving my tongue up and down his long rod.
"Eat my cock," he gasped, "keep your tongue working."
The hot activity reached its ultimate point of impact.
His whole body gave way and he heaved a loud sigh as his legs shook and the spurts of hot white juice materialized out of the end of his long dick.
I drained his cock dry quickly, going after the elusive juice, gobbling on the end of his sizeable pecker.
Just as I was releasing my tongue from his cock, I heard him give out with a startled grunt.
"What's wrong, honey?" I asked.
I looked up and watched him pointing toward the door.
The moment that I turned around I got the shock of my life. I observed my father standing in the doorway, his fists clenched.
"My God, I don't believe it," he said. "That irresponsible punk that you go to school with, Stan. He mentioned something about this. He saw me today. The young punk was practically in tears. He said he was sure you were doing something with your brother. I practically belted him. But he kept insisting. Oh, no, I said, my little girl wouldn't do anything like that, and my son is too much of a gentleman and loves his sister too much to ever get involved like that. It shows how much I knew."
He walked slowly toward the bed, reaching out and grabbing Mike by the left arm.
He yanked Mike roughly from the bed.
As Mike hit the floor, my father reached down and grabbed him by the arms, picking him up.
As Mike stood stiffly on his feet, his whole body trembling fearfully, my father reached out and slapped him three times across the face.
"You lousy crumb," he said. "You make me want to puke, You both do."
My father turned away, then sat down in a chair in the corner of the room.
He ran his fingers through his rapidly greying hair. He had aged quite a bit in the last few years, and no doubt the discovery he had just made would age him some more.
"I even made up an excuse to come home," he shook his head. "I promised your mother I'd be right back. I naturally didn't tell her any-thing about Stan's suspicions. No, I didn't think that there was any foundation to any of this. I was coming back here just to prove myself right. That shows just how much I know. I feel like throwing both of you out of the house for good."
"Don't get too upset, Dad," Mike said, sobbing bitterly. "At least don't blame Susan. It was all my fault."
"Oh, no, it wasn't," I shook my head emphatically. "If anything it was my fault, Dad. Mike didn't want to get involved. He told me right from the beginning that he thought it was wrong. But I talked him into it. If you're gonna blame anyone, blame me."
"This time I'll believe both of you," Dad said bitterly. "I'll believe you both because you're both telling the truth in one sense. You both were responsible. That's I'm sure the way it really was. My God, I couldn't tell your mother about this. It would just crush her. But I'll tell you one thing. You'd better both start toeing the mark. I never expect to find out about anything like this again. That goddamned little punk Stan. He figured it all out. And I didn't think he was any good at all."
Mike and I looked at each other. I couldn't stand to look over at my father, who was staring in my direction.
He got up and paced the floor several times, then walked toward the door.
He opened the door and took one last look inside "the room.
"I suggest that both of you occupy your time doing other things, like studying," he said. "The next time that I catch you in a compromising position like this, there's no telling what I'm liable to do. Don't be surprised if I strangle both of you. It crushes me that much. I did my best to raise you right, and your mother has done her best, too. Good God, this is the most sickening thing I've ever seen."
He stalked angrily out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I burst into unrestrained tears. I hadn't wanted to ever hurt my father, but I had certainly done so in this instance.
My lusts had run away with me. It was my fault as I saw it. Even though Mike had weakened, if it hadn't been for me constantly seducing him, gradually weakening him at every point, we never would have gone to bed together.
I was only sorry that I hadn't been on the receiving end of my father's angry slaps. If anybody had deserved them, I had. But instead poor Mike bore, the brunt of them, and had been willing to assume the responsibility for everything.
"Don't cry, sis," he said, putting a comforting hand on my right shoulder. "Perhaps this is a valuable lesson we can learn from. Some-times you just have to say no, no matter what your sex instincts tell you."
That was about the only moral that I was capable of discerning from the whole episode at that point. My mind was too disturbed for me to even think.
In the weeks that followed that powerful period of discovery, Mike's words appeared more valid than ever.
No matter how enticing certain sexual relationships might appear to be, if the ultimate cost is too high then one just has to say no.
CHAPTER 18
The next few weeks were a virtual hell.
My father, much to his credit, saw that the secret that the three of us shared was kept from my mother. He knew how damaging an effect it would have had on her had she known. I did feel quite a measure of relief in knowing that.
A few times, however, my mother was al-most on the verge of demanding that we spell out why all the sudden tension had emerged. After that we all did our best to make it appear we were contented even if we were anything but that.
It wasn't until several days after my father caught Mike and I balling that I finally caught up with Stan at school. Mike had wanted in the worst way to give Stan a thrashing with his fists, but I talked him out of it, even though it wasn't easy.
"No matter how much I'd like to see you do it, it would just make things worse," I cautioned. "And, worse yet, everything would come out."
"How do we know it already hasn't?" Mike asked. "Just because we're only aware of him telling Dad doesn't mean anything. If I know that creepy bastard, he probably has told any-body who was willing to listen."
"I don't know of him telling anybody else. We can't act on guesses."
"Fine, then I'll act on what has been done in the past. I still wanna push the bastard's face in."
"That won't solve anything, please," I pleaded tearfully. "Do you still love-me?"
"Of course I do. That's the big reason I'd like to break him in two. For humiliating you."
"If you really do love me, then you ought to grant me this one favor. I know that it'll only make things worse if we have violence on top of everything else. I know it will. Please believe me."
"Okay, you win," he finally said, shaking his head with resignation as he walked away.
I wanted to handle Stan myself. I figured that if he was beaten up by my angry brother, he would want to tell all to everyone. But I could humiliate him, I figured, and get away with it without him telling anyone.
You can easily imagine the feelings that surged through my body when I finally saw Stan. He had done his best to stay away from the area where my classes were located. When I finally did spot him, he was creeping out a door heading to another building.
My first response was to wring my hands. For all I had said to Mike about not resorting to violence, my first reaction had to be that of wanting to strangle him. I could have done it at that moment without any sweat.
Upon thinking a little, though, the violence feeling gave way to more general sensations of anger. I walked quickly toward the door out of which he was heading, breaking into a trot and grabbing him by the arm at the walk which separated the building he had come out of and that toward which he was proceeding.
"Just a second, Stan," my voice quivered with anger and hatred, "we have a little unfinished business to take care of."
"Please turn loose, Susan, I've got a class to go to."
The one thing I noticed right off was that he could not bring himself to look me in the eye. He was groveling and creeping like the rattlesnake I considered him to be.
"We're talking, damn you."
"Okay, okay, but let me go."
Stan watched with embarrassment as several clusters of students walked by, watching the fireworks. I let go of his arm.
"I've been looking for you, Stan, so I could look you in the eye and tell you what a rotten, no good prick you are. That was some nice stunt. Telling my father that you thought I was balling with my brother. Do you realize how much humiliation that has caused me?"
"I'm sorry, but I was concerned about you," he explained, his eyes becoming misty.
"Don't hand me that bullshit," I retorted bitterly. "It was just sour grapes because I wasn't paying as much attention to you as you wanted."
"Maybe part of that is true," he reluctantly admitted, "but the big thing I was concerned about was you. Maybe I didn't handle it as well as I should have, but that was really my big concern."
"You lying hypocrite. My brother wanted to beat the hell out of you and I'm kind of sorry now that I didn't let him."
I faced him with a hateful expression, de-liberating over whether I should slap his face. Just as my right hand was about to rise for that purpose I suddenly had second thoughts, putting it back down, turning on my heels, and stalking quickly away.
"Please, Susan, I'm sorry," I heard Stan sob.
At that point I was convinced that I had spoken to Stan Greenwood for the last time, but he had the nerve to call my house the following night, trying his best to placate me through an apology.
"You've got one hell of a nerve calling here," I told him as abruptly as I knew how.
"Please give me another chance."
"Nothing doing. You go to hell," I said, hanging up the telephone with a vengeance.
A few days later something I never thought would occur did. Stan waited for me after school.
At first glance I just couldn't help but feel stunned to the point of speechlessness. Dark circles hung beneath Stan's reddened eyes, and his face was several shades whiter than I was accustomed to seeing it.
"I just have to see you one more time to tell you what a rat I feel like," he told me.
This time I listened.
CHAPTER 19
My entire opinion of Stan changed during the course of his revelations that day.
"I admit I was a skunk in the past, a spoiled rich brat," he candidly admitted, "but the last few days I found myself, and it took hurting you real bad before it happened."
At first I was highly skeptical about his alleged change of heart, but as he continued to spill out his heart to me, I became only too convinced that he was leveling.
"I'll tell you one thing," he sighed in conclusion. "I love you, Susan, more than you'll ever know. I'm not interested in any other girl, just you."
By that time I could restrain myself no longer. I threw my arms around Stan, clinging to his aroused body tightly, then delivered a long kiss to his lips.
He promised after removing his lips from mine to enact the role of a gentleman if I would give him one more chance. I accepted and we went out two night later, after I had had a chance to explain everything to both Mike and my father.
It wasn't until several weeks after resuming dating with Stan that I decided to permit him some sexual favors, and only then on my terms.
He had taken me to his parents' beach house and, after lolling in the sun for better than an hour, found himself becoming overpoweringly enchanted by me.
Stan threw his arms around me and delivered a series of sharp, stabbing lip kisses that left us both, a lot limper than we had been before.
"I've got to take down your bikini bottom," he panted. "Your skin is so coppery and beautiful. Baby, we've got to fuck."
"You can eat my box, but no more than that."
Swiftly he reached down and, with quivering fingers, undid the bottom bikini strap which held together my bathing suit.
He pulled at it relentlessly, removing it, then swooping down quickly on my pussy. Even though my cunt was like pepper, and I could have easily given Stan the go-ahead to do anything that he wished, I had learned my lesson and was determined to impose restrictions on our lovemaking. After all, I was still a young girl, even if I did not like to admit it.
Stan did not even bother fingering my vagina before plowing ahead. He quickly attacked it with his tongue, allowing its warm wetness to deliver immediate inspiration to my twisting, sensation-ridden pussy.
I reached out and ran my fingers through Stan's hair, seeking to provide him with all the additional encouragement I could while his sleek red tongue continued to steadily connect with my pink pussy walls.
My warm and willing buttocks began to twist with every inspiring. movement that his tongue made as he went to work with unflinching. rapidity, splashing his red tongue incessantly against my snatch.
The longer he kept up his sucking the more intense the pace became, until the ferocious twisting of his thorough tongue movements darting throughout my vagina caused wetness to surface.
The moisture added to the level of exhilaration that we both already felt turned the two of us into squirming sex fanatics, caring about nothing other than completing the act in which we were engaging.
I felt the droplets of sweat beginning to fall from my forehead and under my armpits as well. The mounting floodtide of passion magnified with every dazzling tongue stab that he planted inside my moist twat.
"Keep sucking, darling," I encouraged. "I want you to eat me, oh, am I ever looking for-ward to it."
With rising satisfaction my body rocked for-ward, making it all the easier for Stan to make brilliant contact with my mound.
While his tongue continued to constantly devastate me with its lashes against my mound, he felt the need to reach out and touch me.
Stan reached out and impulsively cupped his fingers around my buttocks, clutching them with hungry desire as he sucked even faster than before.
"You almost have me there," I cried. "A few more tongue strokes and I'll be juicing."
He stepped up his sucking pace even more briskly than before. He would let his teeth come into contact with my clitoris several times, then return his tongue to the action at hand, spearing me dynamically.
Stan continued to clutch at my rotating buttocks as my itchy cunt pressed that much closer to climax.
"Oh, oh, I'm there, darling, I'm there," I finally exclaimed as the pussy juices poured from me.
Stan was never more eager to taste my nectars than he was at that moment, gobbling every droplet from my nest with great desire.
Once he finished, he continued to caress my buttocks slowly for several moments.
"I hope this is the start of a new relationship for us," Stan told me.
"What kind of new relationship?" I asked.
"I mean that I'm thinking of a lot more than sex. Maybe it's too early to be talking about something like this, but I'd really like to marry you some day, Susan."
"I'm glad to know that your intentions are honorable anyway, Stan. It's too early for us to know if we are suited for anything like that, but I do like you."
"I don't want to go with anyone but you," Stan assured me.
I could tell from the way that he was looking at me that Stan meant what he said. The total sincerity that I observed in his expression was a refreshing change from the cocky upstart he once was.
I could see that Stan was rapidly starting to grow up, and so, I felt, was I.
It's hard to know just where our relationship will eventually end, but right now every-thing is working out well.
