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THE THREE COMPANIONS by Mandil
The storm had been predicted earlier on the radio, and as he was
driving toward Silver Face Mountain, snow began to fall. Samuel
was thus relieved when he saw the lights on the tall cement and
bricks posts on each side of the entrance that led to the La
Seignerie.
It was an expensive country resort, almost exclusively for its
members or the rich travelers, of which categories he belong.
In reality it was a country resort hotel as well as a club. In the
wintertime, sports facilities such as skiing and snowmobile
excursions were available, whereas in the summer one could play
golf, swim in one of the two pools, do some horse riding, not to
mention boating or tennis playing . In other word it was a secluded
resort for those who had money and had the time to enjoy these
activities or who simply wanted to relax.
Samuel drove his car under the wide patio roof of the main
entrance, after giving his car keys to the parking attendant; he went
inside the massive twin oak doors. As soon as he passed through
the doors he felt the warmth, of the cathedral-like lobby, on his
face. The large room was almost completely deserted. He was
quite familiar with the magnificently decorated room, since for the
last five years he always came to La Seignerie to spent two or three
weeks at this time of the year.
As he walked on the thick carpet, in front of the hexagonal central
column that held the chimney of the six independent fireplaces, he
felt the radiating heat of each individual fire on his face. At about
fifteen feet in front of each fireplace, there were numerous,
comfortable looking upholstered chairs, as well as couches and
coffee tables here and there in front or beside the chairs or
couches. Samuel knew that while seated in front of any of these
immense fireplaces, one had the impression of being in a medieval
castle. Of course, the high ceiling with the thick supporting round
logs beams as well as the two circular walkways for the second and
third story of the resort, helped create that impression.
As soon as he got to the main desk, he was politely given the key
to his room while leaving his suitcase to the registrar who
immediately rang for a bellboy to take the luggage to his room.
Since Samuel was in no particular hurry, he went to the bar for a
warming drink before having supper - or dinner as they called it in
such a high-class hotel.
As he entered the bar, he was shocked to discover that beside one
couple sitting at a table, he was the only other customer in the
place. The large television in the corner was on and he decided to
sit on a stool in front of it.
After ordering his favorite drink - whisky on the rock - he began
to pay attention to the announcer who was telling about the storm.
A huge front from Canada was moving in and he predicted ten to
twelve inches of snow. This, plus the high wind, the announcer
went on, were a combination that would make traveling extremely
hazardous. He went so far as to warn those that did intend to be on
the road driving, to change their plans and wait until the worst of
the storm was over.
Since it was already half past five and in the middle of the week,
the arrival of the storm was not going to improve things, Samuel
knew that the chances of others customers arriving that evening,
were extremely slim. He finishes his drink then went to his room
for a shower and a change of clothing. Later he returned down to
the dinning lounge to eat. He had expected to find very few
customers seated at the numerous tables, but not that few. There
were only two men beside him, and both, being about his age were
seated at different tables.
Samuel had been driving all afternoon and he was in the mood to
talk to someone. Of course he would have preferred the company
of someone of the opposite sex, but since he had no choice on the
matter he decided to settle for a male companion. Walking to one
of the occupied table he addressed himself to the seated man who
was watching him approach.
" I see that you are along. Since I am also by myself and since it
appear that it will be a very long evening, do you mind if I sit at
your table? Of course if you are not in the mood to talk I will
understand. '
" Do sit down, by all mean. My name is Paul Duvall, and to
whom do I have the honor of talking? "
" My name is Samuel McNab, I am very pleased to meet you. "
The other customer, who was seated just two table's sway, having
witnessed Samuel's introduction, suddenly stood up and walked
toward their table.
" Excuse me, but I couldn't fail to hear you talking, before you go
on, I would also like to join you, if you have no objection of
course. My name is Peter Lockwell. "
Both, Samuel and Paul shook hand with Peter and the three of
them sat down around the table. The waiter, who had been a
witness to everything, was soon standing near the table. He was
told by Paul, that the three of them would eat together and to finish
serving Peter - who had already began to eat - at theirs table.
They ate and talked for well over an hour, and during that time
they discovered that the three of them were in a similar situation.
Each was very wealthy and none of them was married, but what
was more important, they loved to travel a lot and each knew how
to appreciate the company of the opposite sex.
After a while they got ups and went to the bar, but before they had
time to order anything, the lights went our everywhere. The two
emergency lights that came on automatically - one in each corner
of the bar - were just enough to allow them to see the table in front
of them. Soon, one of the hotel attendants came in with a portable
light, he told them that he knew from a reliable source that the
storm outside was causing serious damages to both, the electric
and telephone lines, he also suggested that they move into the
lobby in front of one of the fireplaces where they would at least,
benefit from the light of the fire.
Of course it was the only sensible things to do, and soon they were
following him to the lobby where the lights and heat from the
multiple fires gave a mystifying look to the large room. Each of
them sat in an upholstered chair that was moved to form a
semicircle having a low table in its center while one of the
fireplaces completed the other half of the circle.
They talked for an hour or so and they learned more about each
other, but by the end of that time the lights were still out. Of
course there was no question of anyone going to his room, the lack
of electricity also met a lack of heat since all the rooms in the hotel
were electrically heated. Therefore they had no choice except to
remain in front of the pleasant radiating heat from the flame.
Samuel suddenly had an idea. He went on to explain to his new
friends what they should do to past the time away, provided of
course they all agree with his proposition.
" Most probably we will never see one another again after this
night, both of you are here for the first and probably last time. You
Peter are going back to Europe while Paul here will be leaving for
his hometown in Canada tomorrow. As for me, I do travel a lot
like both of you, but I will never settle anywhere else than in
America. So the chance of us ever meeting again after this night
are extremely slim, unless of course we arrange it so. Therefore, I
propose that we each reveal to one another our first sex experience,
whatever it is and with whomever it happened. Since I was the one
to propose this, I will be the first to start. But before I do, you
must each agree to describe your respective story in complete detail
without leaving a single thing.
Peter look at Paul then back at Samuel then he nodded. Then
Paul's face became a pleasant smile and he also agreed. They then
both looked in Samuel's direction waiting for him to begin his
erotic tale. After taking a sip from his drink and he began his story.
SAMUEL'S STORY
When I was thirteen, I lived with my mother and my sister Brenda
in a small town in Vermont. At the time my father was not living
with us since it was at the beginning of the war, like most
American males of his age, he had been drafted in the army. He
was in England with thousands of others waiting for the generals to
decide when and where the invasion of France would begin. He never
did return home since he was killed in Normandy.
We were living in a rented house that was too hot in summer and
very cold in winter. When my father had been living home with
us, my sister Brenda - who was a year younger than me- and I
slept in the same room. I was sleeping in the large bed while
Brenda slept in a child's bed- with high sides - that she had
overgrown long before. When my father was drafted into the army,
Brenda went to sleep with mother and her bed was moved away in
the attic.
We were poor - so was the great majority of people at the time -
and the money that father never failed to send us each month was
barely enough to feed us and pay for the rent.
When he was killed while fighting for his country, we were left
penniless and mother had to go to work. She got a job in an
ammunition factory working from eleven to eight in the morning.
Those working hours pleased her since it allowed her to be with us
when we got back from school, it was also convenient for her since
she could do her housework during the day. She hadn't much time
to sleep but this didn't seem to bother her.
On the first winter after father's death, Brenda - who was twelve
then - came down with a bad cold. She kept coughing all the time
and it seemed to get worst as the days went by. Mother finally took
her to see the doctor. After questioning mother about the living
condition at home, he came to the conclusion that the house was
too drafty and cold. He also told mother that Brenda should not
sleep by herself if it was possible. His argument was that the heat
of two bodies under the blanket in one bed was preferable than that
produced by one person sleeping alone.
But with mother away working during the night, Brenda was alone
in mother's bed, and to make matters worse, mother's room was at
the other end of the house, which was as far from the single coal
furnace in the house. The furnace was situated in the hall opposite
the door to my bedroom. That same day, after getting home from
her visit to the doctor, mother told us that from then on Brenda was
going to sleep in bed with me in my room where it was warmer. Of
course she did explain to us that we were not to mention this
sleeping arrangement to anyone, and if the need should ever come,
we were to say that Brenda slept with mother. After all, said
mother, Brenda's health was at stake and everything else was
secondary.
In less than a week, Brenda's coughing stop and her health
improved a lot. On the other hand, I soon got to appreciate her
presence in bed next to me; it was indeed much warmer and cozier in
my bed with the two of us in it.
We slept together until late June when it got warm and then mother
made her move with her in the other bed. During all those nights,
while my sister was lying next to me, it never occurs once to me,
that I was in bed with someone of the opposite sex. Brenda was
my sister and that was the end of it. Of course that first winter she
was only twelve and her curves were not much apparent yet.
During the following summer, Brenda's body underwent an
enormous change. For one thing, she became a great deal taller.
When we stood one next to the other; we were exactly the same
height - which of course didn't please me since she was a year
younger than I was. She also gain weight, without being
overweight she grew a great deal more feminine with abundant
breasts and plumb upper thighs which I noticed for the first time
when we went to the beach in mid-summer. While her waists
remained slim, her bottom grew round and firm. Even when I
noticed all those changes in her, I still had no sexual ambition
toward her. To me she was like a flower than one can admire
without having to pluck it, you look at it and even smell it, but to
cut it out would be sacrilegious and unthinkable. In other words,
she was not for me and that was the end of it. Mother still thought
of us as children, and even thought we were both taller and
probably stronger than her, in her eyes we were still six or seven
years of age.
Then the cold nights of autumn were back in Vermont, I was now
certain that since we were older, mother wouldn't ask my sister
sleep with me, cold or not. But to my surprise, - although it didn't
seem to take Brenda by surprise - mother told us one cold Sunday
morning as we were eating breakfast, that it was time for her to
move back into my room before her coughing began once again. I
could scarcely hide my joy; it took a lot of self-control from my
part to pretend being indifferent to her decision.
For the remainder of the day I felt a strange excitement and soon I
began to anticipate the moment that we would go to bed. When
the time came, the lights of the room were turned off before we got
undress on our respective side of the bed, I couldn't see much at
first.
A little light was coming from the street light through the window,
and after my eyes got used to the darkness I was able to see her
silhouette as she removed her skirt then her bra - it used to belong
to mother and she had been wearing one only since the middle of
the summer. She then lifted her arms to put on her nightgown and
I clearly saw the outline of her beautiful and firm breasts. The
sight sent strange sensations throughout my body. I was fully
aware that I had no right to experience these emotions and trills
toward my sister, but I couldn't help myself.
In school, especially recently, I had often felt these same
wonderful thrills as I would watch some of the older girls move
around. Each time it was always accompanied by a stirring in my
pants, which often ended in a huge erection that I had to conceal.
On these occasions, I would immediately force myself to think of
something else or face the risk of revealing my state of excitement.
But now with the light in my room being very low, there was no
chance of Brenda seeing me; thus I feasted my eyes all I could. By
the time I had my own gown on, Brenda was already under the
blankets shriveling and telling me to hurry.
It took me well over an hour to fall asleep, even then it was a light
sleep and I was awaken not long afterward when mother left the
house to go to work.
By now Brenda was lying on her right side almost in the exact
center of the bed, I could tell by the stretching of the blankets that
her bottom had swollen greatly since last she had slept in my bed.
I slowly turned on my right side also while at the same time being
careful not to wake her. It was my intention to get my hand
somewhere on her body while I pretended to sleep. I wanted to feel
her waist and bottom. But as soon as I was in position lying on my
right side, she shoved her bottom toward me and both our bodies
came in contact beginning at the knees and ending at the shoulders.
We had often sleep thus the previous winter since it helped keep
the both of us warm. But now she was a year older, and because of
the great change in her body in the last year, the sharing of her
bodily heat was quite secondary, to me at least. Lying thus on her
side near me, her long brown hair was touching my cheek and I
could smell the perfume of the soap that she used to wash it. Her
bottom fitted like a glove in the curvature of my lower body, and it
suddenly occur to me that I now had a huge erection and it was
pressing in the crack of her bottom. The thought of my prick being
separated only by the thin layers of both our gowns and
undergarment made my erection begin to throb against the crack
and cheeks of her bottom.
I then began to think of my situation, Brenda was my sister and to
purposely enjoy her presence was very close to incest. I therefore
tried to pull away from her, but as soon as I moved toward the
edge of the bed, her bottom followed me there and she pressed it
even harder on my pulsating hardness. Her presence so close to me
was exiting me to the point that I had trouble controlling myself.
For a minute or so I tried to look at the possibility that she was not
asleep and thus doing this on purpose, but her regular breathing
and light snoring, soon reveal the truth about her state of sleep.
Beside, I knew that she was a very sound sleeper, and often she
had to be shaken very hard in the morning to get her fully awake.
No, I told myself, she had moved her bottom toward me simply in
an unconscious effort to follow the source of the heat that my body
was producing. Then,without fully realizing what was happening, I
suddenly lost control of myself and my lower body, as though
having a mind of its own began to shake back and forth and in the
process I was rubbing my erection deeper into the crack of her bottom.
All of a sudden, a most sastifying sensation prevailed all over my
body, without my being able to prevent it, my hand went on her
waist at first, to finally move to her left breast over the material
of her gown. My whole body went out of control at that instant
without my being able to prevent it, I began to jerk forward very
rapidly thus rubbing myself faster against her bottom. The intense
climax that took hold of me shook my very soul. I wasn't able to
stop myself, but I knew exactly what was happening to me. Before
that night - especially during the last summer - I had often rubbed
myself when I was along at night. Each time I did so, it gave me a
great deal of pleasure and it always ended by the eruption, from the
tip of my cock, of a thick white discharge. Each and every time I
rubbed myself, I would think of girls that I knew in school or older
women that I saw in magazines.
But now it was happening without my having to touch myself, and
it felt a hundred times better and stronger. My climax went on for
well over a minute ending only when I past our. When I came to
my senses - I don't know how long afterward - Brenda was still
against me and my hardness was still throbbing against her. But it
felt sticky, and I realized that both of our gowns were smeared
with the proof of what I had done.
I spent the rest of the night trying to remain awake so that a
repetition of what had happen would not occur.
Brenda was the first to get up the next morning - not before I
shook her for a while. As usual, she put on her slippers and went
to the bathroom. When she came back I pretended to have fallen
back asleep - the blankets covered my head completely - and I
watched her dress through on opening in the pile of blankets.
After neatly placing her socks, skirt and sweater next to her on the
bed, she sat on its edge and lifting her gown halfway up, she
proceeded to put on her long, light brown socks. When this was
done, she picked up two white and circular elastic bands and she
got busy slipping them one around each ankle. She next stood up
with her back to me and she raised her nightgown well over her
knees, she lifted each elastic band until it was well in place on the
edge of her socks high around each thigh.
>From where I was, I had the most erotic view of her attractive long
thighs; my hardness was proof enough of my appreciation of her
usually hidden upper thighs. When she was done with her
stockings, she put on her brown skirt under her gown, then looking
in my direction to make certain I was not watching, - she must
have decided that I was still asleep - she took her bra from the
chair and once more she sat on the edge of the bed. In one swift
and quick motion, she lifted both arms over her head and pulled on
the gown until it came off. Her back and neck were thus
completely naked.
I was so eager to have a look at her exposed bosom that I was on
the verge of throwing the blankets aside and rushing out of the bed,
but it would have ruined any further attempt at watching her
getting dress. It took a lot of willpower from my part and I forced
myself to remain very still. Brenda turned sideways to pick her bra
and I did get to see her magnificent left breast. It seemed
extremely firm while being as big as any that I had seen in the
girl's magazines that circulated in school. Her nipple was light
brown and was well situated in the center of the much lighter
areola which was indecently large, being at least four times as
large as mine. Probably due to the cold, her nipple was erected,
being almost half an inch long. Once more I had to fight an urge to
reach for her, but I knew the terrible consequences of doing so and
I managed to restrain myself. Brenda placed the bra around her
waist, the two cups being around her back while she tied the hook
in front. Next she rotated the bra so that each cup was below each
breast; then she proceeded to lift the bra as she pulled the shoulder
straps over each shoulders. Once her bra was in place, she put on
her yellow sweater and as soon as this was done she finally got up
and walked toward the small mirror above the bureau.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a while, pulling her
sweater here and lifting her skirt there, finally she seemed satisfy
with her appearance and she walked toward me. My eyes were
shut thighs when she pulled the blankets well off me, I was glad
that my lower bodies and my erection was well hidden in the
mattress.
" Get up Samuel, we will be late for school. "
Seeing that I instantly opened my eyes, she left the room and went
in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Once I had both feet on the
floor, I glanced through the open bedroom door, which we never
closed, since it was the only way that the heat from the single coal
furnace in the hall could get into our room. Being satisfied that she
was busy in the kitchen, I picked her nightgown from the chair and
I examined it carefully at the back. It was stained indeed by a
large whitish, crusty circle, and probably the only reason she
hadn't noticed it, was the fact that it was way at the back of the
gown.
That day, while seated in school, I couldn't think of anything else
except what had happen during the night. But the combination of
my lack of sleep during the night, added to the many erotic
thoughts that came, one after the other during the day, had a tiring
effect on me. By the time we finished supper that evening, I was
dead tire. The instant that I climbed in my bed that evening, I felt
instantly asleep. I was awaken the following morning by the noisy
alarm at the side of the bed. But once again I was able to watch
Brenda getting dress.
I didn't have time to feel angry with myself for sleeping the whole
night since we were already late for school.
All day long I thought about my next move with Brenda. It
wouldn't do to rush things I told myself. Even thought it would
have been the easiest thing to do to feel and fondle her when she
was lying next to me in bed, I knew that it could be risky. No, I
told myself that I had to go slowly and see how much she could take
without getting her awake. Even though she was an extremely deep
sleeper, I knew that she still was bound to find me out if I was
not careful, especially if I lost control of myself. More still, in
the back of my mind, I was aware that my constant exploration or her
body while she slept was going to lead to more daring attempts,
and worst still, I couldn't predict where it would all end.
No, my foundling her body in bed was only a temporary solution, my
desire for her was much too strong now and sooner or later I would
have to do it all the way, sister or not. She was exiting me beyond
anything that I would have imagine only a few days earlier, and
this was quite scaring to me. How could I possibly sleep
peacefully while in the same bed with someone that I was dying to
take in my arms and to make love to.
I had no right to plan or even think about making love to her. She
was my sister, and society didn't take too kindly on those who
were caught indulging in incest. It did exist a lot though. I knew
for a fact that many boys who had sisters of their age, openly
admitted foundling them, and one boy in particular, Jack Barton,
even told me that he had often fucked his sister Carol even though
she was a year older than him. Jack often bragged that she greatly
enjoyed what they were doing together, in fact most of the time she
was the one coaxing him to fuck her again and again.
At first I didn't believe Jack, but as he went on to describe in
details what he and his sister did together, it became evident that
he was telling the truth. How else could he know about these
things he was telling me. Yes, I wanted Brenda to feel toward me,
what Carol felt toward Jack. I wanted her to get as much pleasure
out of this as I knew I would. But how was I to initiate her to the
pleasures of copulating with me without causing her to panic?
Then I thought about an event that had occurred the previous
winter. It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early to go
skiing with a few of my friends. Before getting dress that morning,
I had taken off my gown and then my underpants so as to put on my
long underwear. I was completely naked in the room, and as I
searched in the drawers of the bureau for my long underwear, I
noticed in the mirror Brenda staring at me. At the time it didn't
bother me to have her see me naked, to me it felt the same as if I
were naked in front of any boy in the shower room in school. So I
just went on searching and I never gave it a second thought. But
now that I recalled the event, it occur to me that she had been
examining me carefully and even if my cock at the time had been
limp, it must have intrigue her to know that such a soft piece of
flesh could get well inside a woman. There was no doubt in my
mind that girls knew and talked about these things when they were
together in school, and Brenda was not as ignorant about these
matters as mother thought.
So I said to myself, why not give her the opportunity to get
acquainted with my cock, but this time she should see it in all its
grandeur while it is fully erected.
That same evening, I purposely lingered in the kitchen a couple of
minutes while she was in our room putting on her gown. When I
got into the room, she was just climbing into the bed. The thought
of parading naked - even if the room was in half darkness - had
already caused my cock to swell. I wanted to be very certain that
she didn't fall asleep before I had time to undress, so while
undressing on my side of the bed, I asked her how her friend Clara
was. Clara had been taken to the hospital the previous day because
of severe pains in her abdomen. While Brenda explained to me
that Clara would be fine since the doctor discovered that her pains
were due to an appendices attack, she was to have her appendix
remove in a day or so.
As Brenda talked to me, I pretended to look for my gown while
purposely passing in front of the window where the street light lit a
portion of the room. Of course I was naked and I had an erection
that would have shame a bull. She couldn't fail to see it because of
the light in the background, I slowly opened one drawer after
another looking for my gown, and I even turned sideways to let her
have a better look. The fact that she stopped talking in the middle
of a sentence was proof enough of her seeing me. It took her
several seconds before she could finish what she had been saying.
Purposely, I shoved my lower body forward thus allowing my cock
to boldly bounce back and forth. At last I found my gown, and
while standing in front of the window, I made a show of putting in
on.
When I climbed into the bed next to her, she didn't move toward
me to share our body heat, as she would have done normally.
Instead, she remained very still on her side of the bed and for a
long time afterward she turned one way then the other thus
revealing that she had trouble sleeping. Apparently the sight of my
naked body had disturb her indeed but it had had the opposite
effect that I had anticipated. The sight of my cock, instead of
creating a desire in her to feel it, as was my hope, had seemed to
scare her a little. It was too late now to change thing, it had been a
mistake to expose myself thus and there was nothing I could do
about it.
I felt asleep before she did that night. In the middle of the night I
had to go to the bathroom and when I came back, Brenda moved
very close to me once more. She was in a deep sleep, as I could
tell by her regular breading, it was evident to me that she had move
over unconsciously toward the source of heat - that is my body. A
couple of minutes later I once again had my erection between the
crack of her bottom through the layers of material. Next, being
very careful not to awaken her, my hand began to slowly explore
her body. I paid a special attention to her waist and left thigh.
Then very gently I place the palm of my hand on her breast - over
her gown - while I began to slowly shove my lower body against
her bottom. Soon the excitement and pleasure that I felt became
more important than my need to be prudent and I shoved my body
faster against her, while at the same time my hand over her breast
started to knead and press in her soft flesh. Once more I
experienced the crisis approaching, the pleasure that took hold of
me is too great to describe. When the explosion arrived, my whole
body shook and my hand on her breast proceeded to press and
squeeze the exiting mount of flesh. At that moment I felt certain
that I was going to pull her out of her sleep, but her only reaction
was to mumble a few incoherent words as she remained very still
thus letting me use her body for my pleasure.
For the next two weeks her sleeping body became mine to use as
much as I dared. Thus in than fashion I made myself climax every
night and sometime more than once. One night, as she lay with her
buttock toward me, I became bolder. Instead of pressing my
hardness against her round bottom, I placed my hand on the twin
round spheres of her bottom cheeks and I gently felt her. Soon I
notice that her gown - as she must have moved around in bed -
had gotten high over her thighs. My hand was actually toughing
the soft and warm flesh of her thighs. Immediately I became
exited to the utmost, encourage by this I carefully pulled on her
gown until it slit all the way around her waist leaving thus her
lower body covered by her white cotton panties only. Only the
thin material of her panties was hiding her bottom. In those days,
especially during the war, all girls wore the same kind of white
panties with an elastic band around the waistline and one around
each thigh. They very similar in design and they resemble the
bottom section of the woman bathing, except that they were while
and a lot thinner.
Brenda was still asleep of course, I was now an expert on this since
each and every night I would wait for her to fall asleep and I knew
all of the signs. On a couple of occasions while I was getting my
pleasure with her body she stirred a little, but each time, after a
pause of a minute or so, she would always resume her regular
breathing. Brenda was a very profound sleeper or else she would
have already caught me.
I still can recall the time when she was about nine or ten, when she
used to sleepwalk. Once, in the middle of the night, she actually
walked out of the house. This incident had happen in summer,
father had heard her as she was leaving the house, so she hadn't
gone very far that time. I think this is one of the reasons mother
insisted that she continue to sleep in a child bed with the high
sided, even though she was much too old for that. Mother was
hoping that the high sides would prevent her from getting out when
she was sleepwalking.
end of part 1
The Three Companions (Part 2) by Mandil
(incest,m/f,mm/f)
Summary of Part 1
Samuel and two friends that he met on a stormy evening in a secluded
resort club were discussing their first experience with sex when they were
younger. While the snowstorm raged outside and all light and electricity
was out, the three of them sat in front of a large fireplace. Samuel was
describing how he and his sister Brenda had to sleep in the same bed when
she was twelve and thirteen. By the end of the first part he was telling his
friends, that because of the fact that she was a very sound sleeper, he had
been able to explore her body as she slept next to him.
PART 2
When she sleepwalked, it was almost impossible to get her out of her
trance-like sleep. The best thing to do on those occasions was to guide her
back to her bed and let her sleep. During the year preceding my father's
death, she no longer got out of bed while sleeping, but she still continue to
be an extremely sound sleeper.
Therefore, as she slept next to me during the cold winter nights, and with
my mother working a night shift in an ammunition factory, I had plenty of
time, as well as many opportunities to fondle her. But after a couple of
weeks of feeling her bosom and bottom over her nightgown, I wanted
more. I needed to have a look at her naked body, and most of all; I wanted
to kiss her upper thighs as well as her round breasts.
.
That summer, after the first winter that she had been sleeping in my bed, I
bought a flashlight so as to pick worms at night when the grass was wet.
Fishing was a hobby of mine and at least once a week I went fishing in
Green Lake, a small lake that was about a mile from where we lived.
So it was that one night, when I wanted more that to feel her curves, I
quietly got out of bed and went to the bureau. In the second drawer I took
the flashlight out and went back in my bed. Brenda hadn't move, once I
was under the blankets next to her I began to crawled - with my head first
- under the blanket until my head was exactly next to her bottom. Of
course it was stuffy and I had a little trouble to breath, but I didn't mind
this since only a few inches from my face was Brenda bottom covered only
by her gown and underwear.
It was dark and warm underneath, and I could actually hear the fast beating
of my heart in anticipation of what I was about to do. I then press the
small red button that turned the flashlight on. Brenda's gown was high
above her thighs leaving more than half of her white underwear exposed to
my eyes thus revealing the round curves of her bottom in all its glory. Her
cotton panties seemed to be stretched to the utmost by her plumb twin
cheeks and as she lay stretched on her side, both of her thighs were presses
together with the one on top slightly ahead of the other. In this position I
had a great opportunity to examine the junction of her thighs at the back.
When I focus the beam of light carefully I could see a few brown hairs
sticking out of the edge of her panties. Then I saw it, exactly at the center
of the crotch of her panties, where I knew her cunt to be, was the twin
swells of her cunt's lips.
I couldn't move, and at the same time I was certain that my heart would
burst out through my ribs. The spectacle before my eyes was so erotic and
so enchanting, that I remained frozen for a dozen or so second before I was
able to react. Right there before my eyes, I could admire for as long as I
wanted my sister's plumb twin cheeks. More still, since my face was so
close to it, I could also distinctly detect the heavenly odor of her sex - in
those days especially in the winter time we took a bath only once a week -
and it was having a very strange effect on me.
Carefully, I place my hand on her bottom over her panties. I then let my
hand move on her thigh and gradually my fingers went to the twin bulges
of her cunt lips over the thin material of her underwear. All of a sudden,
she changes position, my heart skip a beat and I immediately turn off the
light. In the darkness I felt her bottom coming closer to my face, probable
in her quest for the source of heat that she depended on. Then when she
stop moving, my nose was snug in the crack of her twin cheeks.
Like a magnet, my face was attracted lower along her bottom until the tip
of my nose actually made contact with the swelling of her cunt. Even
though it was more difficult to breathe, and even if her body odor was
stronger still, I felt that never before had my lungs feasted on such a rare
perfume. The contact of her bottom against my face only increased my
desire for her and at the risk of being discovered I became bolder.
My mouth began to move on her thighs then over her bottom, and by
moving my head at an odd angle I was able to place my lips exactly over
her cunt. I would have given plenty to be free of the material of her panties
that separated my mouth from the crack of her cunt. I then pressed the tip
of my tongs in the exact center and wanting still more I began to suck
through the material. After a few seconds of this I began to taste her and I
came very close to an orgasm, only after I stop sucking was I able to
prevent it. My mouth remains on her cunt until my neck began to hurt, but
nothing short of my mother walking in the room would have made me stop
what I was doing. I was now ready to risk everything and with still more
determination I kept sucking. Again I felt her move. For a while I was
certain that she was awake so I stop sucking. She partly turned on her
back and in the process she placed one of her leg over my shoulder. Still I
didn't move and only after I heard her snoring lightly did I dared move.
My position between her legs was greatly improved now. My head was
still between her thighs and now having one leg over my shoulder, her
other leg was stretched while her rump rested half on my upper neck and
half on the mattress.
Once more my mouth found its mark. The crotch of her panties was now
soaking wet from my saliva and from her juice. Wanting more intimacies
with her sex I began to pull aside the elastic band around her thigh. The
leg band was quite loose and soon my nose was resting in the silky dowry
of her cunt hairs. I would have given my right arm to be able to see, but the
light was out and it was impossible for me to reach for it.
Using the fingers of my other hand I proceeded to feel her cunt. There
were just a few hairs around her outer lips and I could tell that she was
very wet. Then I let my finger slip between her lips. At first I was afraid
that her virgin membrane might prevent my going very deep within her but
I soon discovered that nothing was preventing me from pushing my finger
all the way inside her passage. Had she been fuck before, I said to myself?
Probably not since she was always either with mother or with me when she
was at home, but when she was at school was another matter since without
my mother being aware of it she often talked to a boy name Tom Taylor. I
did want to waist anymore time debating about the possible lost of her
virginity, at least not at the moment.
Then I couldn't hold myself any longer and I applied my lips to her cunt.
Her taste was like wine to me and the more her juice spilled into my mouth
the more that I wanted it.
I no longer cared if she should come out of her deep sleep, only my lips on
her cunt mattered. I licked and I sucked for a few minutes and gradually I
felt her thighs moving around my head. I soon discovered that whenever
my tongue or lips touched the knob of flesh between her open lips she
would jerk as if this button was more sensitive than the surrounding flesh.
Every time I touched it she would respond by pressing my head with her
thighs, therefore revealing the fact that my mouth was giving her a great
deal of pleasure, even in her condition of sleep.
Only later did I learn that this tender projection that all women have
between the lips of their cunt, is called a clitoris. Before that night I
wasn't even aware of its existence.
As soon as I realized that this rigid projection of flesh was responsible for
the considerable pleasure she seemed to experience, I seized it between my
teeth and I lightly exerted a pressure on it. The effect on her was
immediate. Brenda's body began to twitch and at the same time she lifted
her bottom from the bed. Even with her thighs now in a tight grip around
my ears, I could hear her moaning and all of a sudden my mouth was
flooded with juices that kept coming out of her cunt. As her thighs closed
convulsively around my head, I knew that she was in the grip of a climax
and that the abundant liquid that she kept pouring into my mouth was the
result of her pleasure. Naturally, as her climax shook her body I couldn't
prevent my own body from being seize in the grip of convulsion also. By
the time she stops shaking and the pressure around my head decreased I
was half way through with my own climax and what an experience it was.
I must have poured half a cup of semen in my underwear and the heavenly
sensation is impossible to describe.
This session with Brenda was only the first of many that took place after
that evening. To prevent the pain in the back of my neck from
reoccurring, I usually made her turn on her left side instead of her right. I
did this by applying a little pressure on her shoulder until she was facing
me. I could then slide my whole body, head first under the blankets until
my head was between her thighs with my mouth on the front of her cunt.
Of course her panties were always a problem, but I did discovered that I
could safely slip them down a little and later when I was finished with her,
I pulled them back as high as I could. In the morning she would lift them
in place herself probably thinking that during the night they had slipped
down.
My feasting and indulging on her body went on till the middle of the
winter. Although she was not aware of any of it, the way she acted in my
presence did change. Whereas before she tended to treat me more like a
burden than anything else - she did have to cook breakfast and help
mother around the house - she now seemed to enjoy talking to me, and
whenever it was possible, she would look for my company around the
house.
She told me later; that she was completely unaware of what I was doing to
her, and that each and every night she had the most pleasant erotic dreams
that one could imagine. In her dreams, at first she was making love to her
boyfriend Tom, but gradually I began to replace Tom in her dreams. The
first time it happened, she was shocked, scared and disgusted, at one point
she almost made up her mind to discuss the matter with mother.
Her erotic dreams used to scare her, as she later explained to me, but as the
days or nights went on, she got used to them and she even began to enjoy
them.
That was when I began to replace Tom in her dreams. On those nights that
she didn't have her dreams - she had her periods once a month and even
though I desired her greatly, I couldn't bring myself to touch her cunt
during her menstruation - she told me that she felt very disappointed in the
morning when she didn't dream. As time went on, her dreams became
much more voluptuous and her pleasure a great deal more intense also.
To return to my story, I must tell you that until then the ideal of fucking
her had completely left my mind. It took an incident to reawaken in me
that appetite. You must remember that earlier I mentioned my friend Jack
and his sister Carol. He is responsible for what happen next.
Jack and I were fishing one day, and as usual he described to me in every
detail what he and Carol had done together during the previous week. He
also told me that his sister liked me a lot and she had even asked him to
invite me more often to their house.
I was flattered of course, but apart from that I had no intention to flirt with
his sister. I had no reason since I had Brenda at home. Previously, to
encourage Jack to tell me more about what he and his sister did together, I
had revealed to him everything that I had done with Brenda. He was thus
aware that mother made us sleep together during the winter months.
" I know what we should do, " said Jack. " I will let you fuck my sister if
you let me fondle Brenda."
Of course I refused, and further more I told him that I had no intention of
talking about it anymore.
" Well Samuel, you have no choice on the matter. Either you fix it so that
I can take your place in bed, or I will have a talk with your mother and tell
her everything. Even if you threaten me to tell my own mother that Carol
and I fuck, Carol and I will deny everything. Beside, you don't have to
decide right away, I will first arrange that you meet my sister, then you can
make the arrangements for me to get in bed with your sister.
Of course I was shocked and terrified. For one thing, I knew that if he said
anything to mother, it would be the end of Brenda's sleeping in my bed,
and if not worse, at least equally bad, I would then have both, mother and
Brenda angry at me for a very long time. Not to mention the humiliation I
would go through every time I would look at them. Therefore, to gain
some time more than anything else, I agreed.
Jack didn't waist time. The very next day, he told me that everything was
arranged and all I had to do was to get my mother approval to spent
Saturday night at his place. He knew that my mother wasn't working that
night and thus she couldn't refuse on account that Brenda would be along
in the house.
It was now too late for me to change my mind and I had to go on. Beside,
I was beginning to find the idea of seeing his sister naked was more and
more appealing. She was about sixteen, and although not as tall as Brenda,
she had a more mature face with a body that was clearly that of a grown
woman. I often wondered if all the fucking that she had done with her
brother didn't have anything to do with her features blooming at so early
an age.
Jack was standing beside me when I asked mother to let me spend the
night at his place. I was almost hoping that she would refused, but she
liked Jack and she agreed provided that I promised to be back before ten
the next morning. Therefore on Saturday evening, Jack was knocking on
our door to pick me. With a brown paper bag containing my nightgown,
we left the house.
On the way to his house he explained that he and I were to sleep together
in his room, but his sister would be joining us sometimes after midnight
once Lisa - one of his younger sister- was well asleep. Both, Carol and
Lisa slept in the same bed and also in the same room while his two other
sisters slept together.
" Do you realize what will happen if one of your sisters ever find out that
Carol is no longer in the room? "
"You worry too much Sam. Carol is more often in my bed than she is in
her own room, and no one has ever discovered us yet. Sometimes it does
happen that one of my younger sisters do get up to piss. If Carol is not in
her bed at the time, she knows that she is downstairs filling the furnace
with coal. "
Jack's family consisted of his four sisters with Carol being the oldest of the
children. Their father had also been drafted in the army and was oversea
while their mother took care of the children. They lived in a big house and
were much better off financially than we were at the time.
While the dishes were being washes by his sisters and mother, Jack and I
played chess in the living room. Later Carol came over and she replaced
Jack as my partner while Jack sat quietly next to me, the first thing she did
when she sat down in front of me, was to wink at me with a naughty smile.
She was aware that I knew about her and Jack and it made me quite
uncomfortable to be sitting in front of her. As she sat in front of me
thinking about her next move, I took the opportunity to carefully examine
her. She had long blond hair that went down to her shoulders. Her
complexion was very light while her cheeks were red - I had the
impression that her cheeks colors were due to her state of excitement - this
plus her large blue eyes and thick sensual lips, gave her a most attractive
look that sent shivers of approval to the very tip of my prick. She was very
beautiful indeed, and judging from the twin mount in her sweater, it was
evident that she was also well endowed as far as her bosom was
concerned.
Of course I lost the chess game, it was impossible for me to think more
than one move ahead while her feet were rubbing against mine under the
table. Even her sparkling blue eyes seemed to see through me and I had
the feeling that she could read my thought. At ten, Jack had to go to the
basement to fill the furnace with coal. His mother at the time was upstairs
in the process of putting his three remaining sisters to bed. Carol and I
were thus along in the living room and, as soon as Jack left, she whispered
to me that she was glad that I had come and that I wouldn't regret it. As
she said this, I suddenly felt her foot - minus her shoe - on the front of my
pants between my legs, almost instantly my cock became very hard. She
kept her foot on my crotch and she went of rubbing me with it until her
mother came down. By that time I had lost all interest in the chess game, I
was ready to do anything she would have asked me.
Jack joined us again, and we started a last game together. Soon Carol said
goodnight to us- she winked at me as she did- and she left for her room
upstairs. I watched her as she left and I could failed to notice that her
bottom, although as round as that of my sister, was a little wider. She was
not fat but she was definitely more plumb than Brenda was, and as she
walked away I felt an irresistible voluptuous attraction toward her as she
began to climb the stairs. Jack and I didn't talk about the coming night
since Jack's mother had return in the living room; she sat knitting not very
far from us.
At last the game ended and we went to our room. Jack undressed and he
climbed under the blankets wearing only his underwear while I went on to
put my nightgown. As he turned off the light, he told me that Carol would
be joining us as soon as everyone in the house was sleeping.
We didn't have long to wait, less than hour later, I saw the door of our
room slowly open and Carol's silhouette - as outline by the small hall light
at her back - appeared into the room. She quietly closed the door and then
I heard her push the bolt of the lock on the door. Not a word was said as
she removed her gown and climbed into the bed between Jack and me.
" Go ahead Sam " Jack whispered to me, " take her first. After all you are
a guest and it is only fair that you should be the first to have her."
While he said this I could feel Carol pull away the blankets and stretched
on her back between us. She was completely naked and I could feel the
side of her warm body against mine. I wanted her and my cock was more
than ready, but the presence of Jack in the bed with us prevented me from
climbing on top of her.
" You go ahead first Jack, I will be next. "
" In that case," said Carol " I will turn the other way, Jack prefer to have
me from behind."
She got on her knees in the middle of the bed while Jack placed himself
behind her. Everything was quiet for a few second until I heard her expel
a deep breath and her body began to shove back and forth on the bed, I
knew that Jack was within her and that he was actually fucking her.
Beside, his constant grunting was proof enough of that.
All of a sudden, without warning, I felt a hand on my body and soon the
hand went under my gown and wrap itself around my erection.
I knew that it was Carol's hand. She must have been please by what she
found between my legs because I heard her mumble a few words that I
couldn't make out and at the same time she tighten her grip on my
erection. I was now lying on my back, almost crosswise on the bed in front
of her, and the instant that I felt her hand on my cock, my own hands
reached for her breasts. They felt heavy and were swaying in rhythm with
Jack's shoving behind her. I was terribly exited. Her breasts were soft and
springy not that different from those of my sister and the downward pull of
gravity made them appear a little pendulous and as they bounced around I
couldn't help pressing them together and pulling them apart. The fact that,
while I was manipulating her breasts she was being fucked by her brother,
made me fell terribly exited.
This went on for a long time then I felt her shifting position on the bed, all
of a sudden something very wet and warm took possession of my cock.
Never before had I experienced such a wonderful feeling. Before I even
was fully aware of it I began to discharge. The eruption of my spunk was
further activated by the suction that her mouth was eagerly exerting on the
tip of my cock as well as the squeezing of her hand around my balls almost
to the point of causing pain. I knew that I was emptying my load into her
mouth and this added to the luxury and lasciviousness of my situation.
The erotic storm raged for a long time as I sent gushes of my discharge
within her mouth.
When it was over, Carol kept on sucking and licking as though she wanted
to force more juice out of me. The waves of pleasure that I had just felt
were beyond belief, and I knew that I was now addicted for the rest of my
life on this kind of pleasure. Next I became aware of Jack's heavy
breathing behind his sister while she was now mumbling and moaning.
Soon her whole body seemed to quiver with excessive excitement and I
knew that they were both in the height of pleasure and that he was
inundating her interior with his own juice.
The three of us remained locked together for many minutes after the erotic
storm had appeased. I felt good, and a most gratifying sensation prevailed
over me as my cock still rested against Carol's lips. Gradually my cock
began to swell to its full potential and Carol was about to suck on it again
when Jack said.
" It's your turn now Sam. You will find that her passage is very slippery,
so you will have no trouble getting inside."
Jack was already on his knees next to me on the bed and he was waiting
for me to get into position. Reluctantly, I got off the bed thus forcing my
cock out of Carol's mouth with a popping sound. Not an another word was
said as Jack and I changed place and I took my position behind his sister
who was still on her knees in the middle of the bed. By now my knees
were shaking, I knew that for the first time in my life I was going to fuck a
girl. I placed both of my hands on her round and soft bottom while at the
same time I could here her sucking on her brother's cock, this more than
anything else gave me courage to go on.
I kept on feeling her bottom all over. It was spongier and less resilient
than Brenda was, and besides being a little bigger, the crack of her cheeks
was much deeper. One of my hands then went between her legs. It felt
like a mess down there. Her hairs were coated with the juice of her
previous fuck; even her inner thighs were slippery with the proof of her
deed.
Far from turning me off, the wet lascivious touches and caresses sent me
off to such a height of sensual voluptuousness that my legs began to shake
violently. I couldn't stop myself now. I pushed two fingers at the entrance
of her passage, then applying very little pressure, I felt them slide deep
within. It was extremely slippery inside and I could feel the knob of her
womb with the tip of my finger. It felt like the head of a man's cock. The
instant she felt my fingers within her, she shoved her bottom on my hand
and the same time her passage closed in a tight grip around my fingers. It
was evident that she wanted more than my fingers inside her and I was
now prepared to give her what she wanted.
I took my fingers out of her warm tunnel and with my hand I aimed the tip
of my hardness between her still half-opened lips, then I pushed a little.
With no difficulty whatsoever the head of my cock was swallowed. It felt
divine, never would I have believed such an exquisite pleasure possible.
But I didn't have time to enjoy the excitement of this new sensation for
long, with a single shove of her bottom she forced the rest of my cock
completely within her. Then began one of the most exiting and erotic
pleasures that I can remember. Her sights were continuous as she wriggled
her bum, I even felt her legs quiver as I went on pumping my cock in and
out of her. After a couple of minutes of this I was so furiously lewd with
all kinds of bawdy thoughts in my mind, that a climax seized me and I
began to ejaculating my sperms within Jack's sister. As the storm raged
on, I plunged deeper within her and she reacted by shoving her buttocks
harder and faster to meet me. When it was over, after what seemed a long
time, I felt weak and exhausted.
The instant that I got off, Jack took my place and he fucked her again.
This time I sat on the edge of the bed trying to recover from the emotional
strain that I had just underwent.
In the dark it was impossible to see them fuck, instead I focused my mind
of the noises they were making. The low yawing, half-moans and half-
sights of Carol added to Jack's constant grunting were enough to bring my
cock to its previous state of hardness. I reached again for her breasts and
she reacted by pressing her lips to my mouth. It was my first kiss with a
girl and as our tongues intermingled there was a definite taste of spunk in
her mouth. It occurs to me that I was tasting my own spunk as well as that
of Jack. I tried to pull away but she held on to me, at last I gave up and I
let her explore my mouth with her tongue.
Even though her mouth was on mine, she continued to react to Jack's
fucking with a continuous throat moaning that reminded me of a cat I once
had. At night, it sometimes purred so loudly at the foot of my bed that it
actually prevented me from sleeping.
After Jack was done with Carol, I once again took her. But this time we
fucked belly to belly or in the missionary position as some people call it.
She remained with us until the early lights of dawn, and during that time I
don't think that I slept more than two hours. As for Carol she certainly
slept even less, since when I was not busy with her it was Jack's turn to
fuck her. Never, before that night, would I have believe that a girl could
love fucking that much and could do it with that much enthusiasm and
fervor. This was my first complete experience with a girl.
----------------------------------
There was a long pause, at the end of which Paul Duval stole a glance in
Peter Lockwell's direction as if secretly seeking his approval. When he
was satisfied with Peter's reaction, which consist only of a slow nod of the
head, Paul asked Samuel to tell them what happen next between him and
his sister.
" Well I thought that our agreement was for each of us to relate his first
sexual experience, and you must agree that this is exactly what I just did. "
Said Samuel.
" You certainly did, " said Peter " but surely you don't intend to end your
story like that. For the rest of my life I will try to imagine what possibly
happen later with Brenda. Did you finally made love to her? Did you keep
your promise and arranged it so that your friend Jack got in bed with her?
You can't leave us on our appetite like that."
"Beside," went on Paul " we have the rest of the evening before us and
probably the whole night as well and as Peter said, it's simply not fair to
keep us in the dark on the rest of your story."
"Not so fast. You now both know a lot about me and I am completely
ignorant about your early love experiences. It's your turn to talk now,
when each of you has told his story; I will resume from where I left. At
least as far as my sister and I are concerned."
There was another long pause during which time the waiter came to bring
them new drinks; he also added a few logs to the fire. When the waiter
left, Paul broke the silence.
"You are right Samuel, it is only fair that either me or Peter should comply
to our agreement. Therefore I will go on and tell you both what I have
never said to a living soul, but after we are both done you must continue
your story.
End of part 2
The Three Companions Part 3/8 by Mandil (incest, m/F, voy.)
Summary of Part 2
Because of the cold winter nights, Samuel's mother made him sleep
with his sister.
Each and every night he was thus able to fondle his sister without her
being aware of it since she was an extremely sound sleeper. Samuel's
friend, Jack, was aware of this and he asked Samuel to arrange it so
that he could also fondle Samuel's sister.
Samuel was not too favorable to this so Jack propose to let him fuck
his own sister Carol in exchange for the privilege of fondling
Samuel's sister. In the last section of Part 2 we saw that Jack, Samuel
and Carol had sex together and Samuel was now faced with the
prospect of keeping his promise to Jack. But before we learn the rest
of Samuel's story, we must hear Paul tell his first complete experience
with sex.
Paul's story
As you both know, I come from Canada. In fact, at the time I was
living in the province of Alberta to be exact. It was a small town by
the name of Pines Valley and had a population of just over seven
thousand souls. Both of my parents, as well as my brother George -
who was about five years older than me - were living in a very large
house that my mother had inherited from her father. My father was a
prospector and he was often away for as long as a month at a time and
sometimes even longer, leaving mother to take care of us.
When Canada declared war on Germany - the day after the United-
States did - my brother, who was nineteen then, immediately signed
up with the army. This left mother and I along in the big house more
often than otherwise since father's expertise in finding new deposits of
minerals was even more in demand because of the war.
A few months after the beginning of the war my Aunt Paula got
married. She was my mother's younger sister and being only twenty
she was a good deal younger than mother was. My father, at the
request of mother, had the previous year introduced Aunt Paula to her
future husband. He was also a prospector - father knew him because
of the similar work they both did - and like my father he often went
away for long stretched of time. Aunt Paula had been living in Pines
Valley at the other end of town for just under a year after she and
Robert Smallwood got married, then on the insistence of mother, they
moved in with us in our large house.
Being well over thirty, Robert was much older than his wife but they
were deeply in love and the difference of age didn't seemed to be that
important in their marriage.
They were given the room next to mine on the second floor, and as
soon as they moved in with us, I began hearing all sorts of strange
noises coming from their room. It kept me awake often, even in the
middle of the night.
I had just turn fourteen at that time and I was quite ignorant about
what went on between married people, therefore the racked I was
hearing through the wall was intriguing a great deal. I often tried to
imagine what they could be doing in their room to make that much of
rackets, it soon became an obsession to tried and find out what they
were doing.
After a month or so I began to notice that as soon as her husband left
on one of his prospecting trips- he only went away for of a week to
ten days at the time - it became very quiet in their room. Later when
he was back, especially the first night, I couldn't sleep for half the
night because of the moaning, sighing and grunting. But worst of all,
was the squeaking and rattle that their bed made at all hours of the
night.
I was about to ask mother to let me sleep in another room, there were
three empty rooms in the house, when I happened to talk about it to
my friend Fred. He was a year older than I was and although we
didn't see much of each other, except in school, he was the closest
friend I had.
Before I go further, I must mention that at the time I was attending a
Catholic school that was run by the Christian Brothers and it was a
boy's only school. Therefore my knowledge about girls was
nonexistent, and to make matters worst, we were constantly warned by
our teacher against the sins of the flesh. If even one of us was seen
talking to a girl on the street it was certain that the next day in school
that boy was seriously warned, and worst still the Brothers had the
approval of our parents on that matter. Fred on the other hand,
although attending the same school, had two sisters and he was much
more informed in the matters than I was.
During the recess one day, I told him about the strange noises in the
room next to mine; he went into a fit of laughing when he realized that
I couldn't figure the cause of it all.
I must say here that previous to this talk, we had often discuss the
matter of girls and how their bodies were different than ours, we even
used such words as teats, cunt and fucking. Yes, I knew what fucking
was, Fred had explained it to me, his older brother had enlightened
him on the matter. But what Fred had failed to tell me, was that
fucking was not a one-time affair. At the time, I believed that each
and every time it was done, a baby was sure to be born nine months
later. Since there were no need to do it afterward - at least that was
what I thought - it was not done since it was a sin. On that day, Fred
told me that married people did it all the time and it didn't mean that a
baby would immediately result from the act. They did it for the
pleasure involved, and if you were married there was no sin to it.
" The noises that you are hearing Paul, are those of your Aunt and
Uncle copulation or fucking if you prefer. "
I was shocked and I wanted to know more about it. Fred went on to
explain that while they did it, the man's prick was pushed deep inside
the female's cunt and while doing it both partners experienced a great
deal of pleasure. After that talk with Fred I became fascinated with
these noises coming from Aunt's room and now that I knew exactly
the source I also felt strangely exited.
My Aunt's husband had just gotten back from a ten days trip the
previous day, and that night I was kept awake again by the almost
continuous racked coming through the wall of their room. Pressing my
ear against the wall, the noises were much louder and my Uncle's
grunting became distinct from that of my Aunt's moaning. Gradually I
noticed that her moaning changed to a moaning intermingled with a
series of high pitch cries whereas her breathing became very fast.
Yes indeed, the action in their room had a strange effect on me. My
cock became quite rigid and my heart began to beat much faster. How
could it be possible, I told myself, that just hearing noises had such an
effect on me?
I kept on listening. They were now talking and I could clearly make
out every word they were saying.
" It was the most delicious fuck, " said Uncle Robert, " look, I am
almost ready to have you again."
" Yes, I must admit it was most enjoyable. I do miss you so much
when you are away."
Next I heard them moving again on the bed and soon there was more
grunting and heavy breathing. I would have given a lot to see what
they were doing.
There I was just a few feet away from them, with just a thin partition
of wood separating us and I couldn't see a thing. They were fucking, I
was now aware of it, and they were doing it just on the other side of
the wall, this thought sent shivers throughout my body.
It was at that moment that I got the idea of the hole. If I were to drill a
small hole through the wall, I told myself, a very small hole, the seize
of a pencil would be enough, then it might be possible to see them as
well as hear them. This thought had the effect of causing a sudden
burst of excitement with the result that my cock was extremely hard
and pulsating in anticipation. I then began to rub my erection while
trying to listen to their lovemaking.
The following morning, I dismissed the idea of drilling a spy hole as
simply foolish. But as the day went on I thought more about it as I sat
in school, gradually the idea became more appealing and also
extremely exiting. When I got home later, I learned that Aunt Paula
and her husband were to go to the movies that evening. What better
time, I told myself, could there be to at least investigate the possibility
of drilling a hole and even drill it if it was feasible.
As soon as they left the house, early after supper, I went into my
room. I examined the wall common to our two rooms. It was covered
with wallpapers painted with a repeating pattern of color flowers. I
didn't think there would be a problem in placing a small hole though
one the picture of a flower, but the spot where the hole would
immerge on the other side could be a problem. Therefore, I went into
the hall and tried Aunt Paula's bedroom door. It was not lock. I didn't
dare think further and I open the door and went inside. It was dark and
I could detect a pleasant smell of perfume. After switching on a small
lamp on the night table, I close the door and began to look around the
room. The room was very tidy and her bed was well made.
The bed was just a couple of feet from my bedroom's wall and
hanging there on the wall were framed pictures of summer scenes in
the country. Both frames were a couple of feet apart and as was the
fashion in those days, one was about six inches higher than the other
was.
It then occur to me that I should drill the hole under the frame of the
picture that was the closest to the bed, and also place it near the edge
so that the frame would hide it as much as possible. This implied that
every time I would want to look through her room, all I would have to
do is push the frame aside from my side of the wall using a pencil or a
thin object. It was the perfect plan.
Yes it was a great idea but still it was a big decision for me to take. I
knew that if I were to be caught, mother and father would be most
angry with me, not to mention the reaction of Uncle Robert. But my
curiosity and especially the strange pleasure that I now associated with
this sort of spying were enough to make me go on with the project. In
the basement, in father's tools box, I found a hand drill which I
manage to bring into my Aunt's room without being observed and
after a couple of minutes of looking around the picture frame I finally
pulled it aside a little and began drilling. As I turned the tooted wheel
of the drill, I notice the wood chips and dust falling on the floor and
all of a sudden I became scared but it was too late to turn back and I
kept on drilling. Like most old houses of the time, the wall was made
up of only one thickness of boards and soon I discover that the drill
had gone through the other side. When I look into the hole, I could
see the inside of my room and my heart began to beat faster in
anticipation. After picking the chips and dust from the floor I replaced
the picture frame back in place thus hiding almost completely the
small hole I had just made.
That night, I was in my room at ten waiting for my Aunt and her
husband to return from the movies. When they did get home, they
remained downstairs talking with mother for half an hour before
finally going to their room. I immediately turned off the light when I
heard them climbing the stairs, then I heard them entering their own
room. Suddenly I saw a ray of light coming through the hole in the
wall. It occur to me that the same thing could happen on the other side
if I was careless enough to turn on the light in my room while it was
dark in their room, I therefore made a mental note to never let this
happen.
Then very carefully, with a short length of rigid wire that I had
prepared for this purpose, I began to push the framed picture aside,
just a little. Half the hole was still hidden by the wooden frame but it
was enough since I could see almost everywhere in their room.
They were both standing behind the closed door and Uncle was
holding my Aunt in his arms as they were kissing. While his lips were
glued to hers, his hands were moving downward on her back until he
was holding her bottom in his hands. I could see his fingers opening
and closing as if he was trying to pull her flesh apart, then his right
hand proceed to lift her skirt until I could see the naked flesh of her
thighs above her stockings. Soon his left hand began assisting the right
hand and her skirt was lift around her waists thus exposing her pink
panties and her exquisite upper thighs.
Without even realizing it, I had been rubbing my extremely hard prick
against the wall and I was very close to a climax. Never before had I
seen such an exiting spectacle, I was getting drunk on her charms as
my eyes feasted on her thighs.
At last she pushed him aside and she begged him to let her take off her
clothes before they got ripped off her body in his eagerness. Without
saying a word, they both got undress. You can well imagine that I
didn't waist my time watching Uncle Robert.
Aunt Paula first removed her skirt, which she let fall down to the
floor, then as she stood in her panties, she pick it up and went to the
wardrobe where she hung it careful. It was my first look at a woman
in panties and her beauty stunned me. Her legs were very straight and
long with nicely round upper thighs, and while her hips were wide she
had a very small waistline. Through the thin, pink material of her
panties, I could see the outline of the black hairs on her mount; even
the swell of the lips of her cunt could be detected.
She then went on to remove her blouse while looking at her husband
with a most provocative expression. Next she went to the wardrobe
where she hung her blouse on a rack, slowly she walked back and sat
on the edge of the bed. Bending over she removed both shoes and
then she proceeded to remove both silk socks that she threw on the
back of a chair. By that time, Uncle Robert was stark naked and as he
watched her he had a huge erection. His prick was bigger than mine
was but not by much especially at the present moment. He didn't let
her finish undressing, instead he rushed toward her then seizing her in
his arms he pushed her on the bed.
" Wait Robert, let me remove my panties and bra, beside you have left
the light on.
" Who care about the light, with a body like yours the whole world
should see it. Beside I like to fuck you when I can look at your pretty
face."
" No, please turn off the light, you know that it make me nervous
when I know you are watching me."
When Uncle got off her body to turn off the light, I had time enough
to see her removes her bra and both of her voluminous breasts were
visible for a couple seconds.
I was still fully clothed then, but when her godly breasts were
exposed, I suddenly felt the release of pressure as I shoved harder
against the wall, making me climax in my pants.
By the time the erotic storm was over, the light was off and although I
could hear them there was nothing to see.
Early the next morning I was back watching through the hole. They
were both still sleeping, but once in a while I could see Uncle's hand
move under the blanket, I could well imagine that he was fondling her,
even though she was still sleeping.
Half an hour later he climbed on top of her. Apparently she was still
sleeping but the instant he got on her she opened her eyes and smiled
at him.
" My, you are early this morning. One would think that after the
numerous times you had me last evening and even in the night, you
would be satisfy by now."
" Satisfy of you? Never. Beside, I know that you like it as much as I
do, after all you were the one to initiate it in the middle of the night
don't you remember dear? "
" Yes, yes, I do like it, and when you are away I sometimes think that
I will go crazy. "
He was doing something with his hand, which was still between their
bodies, then one hand appeared on her shoulder and he began to rock
on top of her. I knew that he was fucking her, but I couldn't see much
since they were both partly covered by the blanket.
Her eyes were closed and her face had an expression of pain as she bit
his lips. But I was now informed enough to know that pain was not the
reflection of her facial expression.
Beside her hands were betraying her since they were constantly
moving over his back as if she was urging him on. Gradually she
began to gasped as she writhed beneath him, it was now plain that she
was in the grip of pleasure spasms
Soon the blanket was down around their waists and the side of one of
her breasts was fully exposed to my eyes. Her thick nipple in the
center of the darker circle - I didn't know at the time that it was called
the aureole- was provocative to the extreme.
With his extended arms supporting much of his weight, he began to
move faster on top of her naked body. Her breasts began to move in
every direction in a most indecent and erotic manner. His rapid and
eager thrusts were eagerly met by the upheaving of her bottom above
the bed. After a while I heard a cry of thrilling pleasure escapes her
lips, it was even louder than his animal grunting that was almost
continuous.
They both climaxed together and when it was over he remained
stretched on top of her for a couple of minutes. Later he rolled over
and he then pulled her on top of his belly and they both slept in this
position for half an hour.
Standing near the hole my legs were now hurting but I had no
intention of leaving my post. Later they made love once more;
afterward they both got out of bed naked. His cock was now
completely limp and it was all smeared and coated with dry scales. It
then occurs to me that they hadn't wash yet and I hadn't seen her wipe
her cunt once. Aunt's triangular patch of hair on her lower body was
pasted and a lot of dry scales could also be seen in her matted pubic
hair. As she walked in the room I saw the inside of her thighs
glistering with their love juice. Even while putting on her gown,
drops of juice felt to the floor between her feet. It seemed to amuse
them a lot to watch her dripping cunt and it made the laugh.
Uncle Robert remained with us for another five days before leaving,
and as often as I could, I watched them fuck. At the end of that time, I
had seen them make love at least two dozens times. By then it was
plain to me that Aunt Paula enjoyed fucking as much, if not more,
than her husband. I became used to see her naked and every curve and
swell of her body became very familiar to me.
When I drilled the peephole between our two rooms, I had made up
my mind to tell no one about it, but after two weeks of watching them
fuck I felt so proud that the urge to tell Fred about it was too great and
I decided to tell him everything.
Beside, not only had I seen my Aunt naked, but I had actually watched
her being fuck and I had to let him know about my good fortune.
He made me describe all I had seen over and over. He then begged me
to let him have a look through the hole. At first I refused, but since
Uncle Robert was now gone, I finally agreed to arrange it so that he
could come with me for one night.
Two days later, Friday evening, Fred was with me in my room. I had
previously obtained permission from mother to have him spent the
night at home with me. My Aunt wasn't home when Fred and I got
there at seven. She had gone shopping in town and before she arrived
back at ten, we were both in my room waiting for her. She was most
probably not even aware that Fred was to spend the night with me.
She went up into her room at eleven. By that time the lights in my
room had been turned off as we were impatiently waiting her arrival.
She entered her room with a box and a bag, which she placed, on the
bed. She then proceeded to remove everything she had on, except her
panties and bra. Then for the next half-hour she went on trying the
new dress and stockings that she had bought.
By the end of that time, Fred was so aroused that he refused to give
me my turn at the hole. As he watched her, Fred went on to describe
to me what she was doing. When he said that she was taking a new bra
from the bag on her bed and was getting ready to remove the one she
had on, I was able to shove Fred away so that I could have my turn to
look at her. But in doing so we made a lot of noise and I almost
fainted when I saw my Aunt look directly in my direction. She then
walked toward the hole and examined it from a couple of feet away, at
that moment I was certain that she was aware that I was spying on her
from my room. She remained frozen for long seconds staring at the
hole, then I actually saw her smile as she went on looking. I hurriedly
got my eyes away from the hole and I told Fred that she had just
discovered us.
He didn't believe me, he thought that it was only a trick to keep him
from looking. I was too scared to even try to prevent him from
looking. Once again he placed his eye over the hole and for a couple
of long minutes he didn't say a word. Finally I asked him what was
happening on the other side, my worst fear was that Aunt Paula would
run out of her room and tell mother what we were doing.
At last Fred whispered to me that she was in the process of removing
her bra. It didn't make sense to me. If she had discovered me, why
would she keep on undressing?
Unless, I told myself, she was still not aware of being watched. Could
it be that she didn't see the hole? I couldn't believe it but this seemed
the only answer.
When I found enough courage to urge Fred to move away he
reluctantly did, but I had time to see that his face was quite red and he
was shaking a little.
When I finally place my eye over the hole, I couldn't believe my eye.
She had taken off her bra and both of her breasts were exposed. Even
as I watched, she sat on the edge of the bed and began removing her
panties.
Then when she was completely naked, she slowly began walking in
the room to finally sit on the bed again and she placed both feet on the
bed and then she stretched herself on her back. Her legs were bent at
the knees and wide open and as she lay stretched on her bed, her cunt
was exactly facing the wall where I was watching.
Next using both hands, she peeled her two cunt lips giving me my first
look at the inside of a cunt. The site of her glistering, pink hole
hypnotized me. On each side of her long and immense pinky gash
stood her luscious pouting lips while her black curls ran down over
part of each lips. She laid the lips well aback and apart, and there they
kept open. The interior of that most enchanting cunt which was an
exquisite salmon pink in color, seemed almost endless. I could see the
contracting interior of her cavern as it seemed to pulsate in a most
inviting manner.
By now Fred was trying to push me and I let him look. For the next
half-hour we feasted our eyes on her charms. She even walked around
so as to make her breasts bounce and sway. Then all of a sudden she
turned off the light and we heard her climb in her bed.
During well over half the night, Fred and I debated wheather my Aunt
was aware that we were staring at her or not. One thing was certain
though, she was ignorant about Fred's presence in my room, and if she
had been performing, as Fred called it, she had done it for my eyes
only.
The following morning, we were both out of the house before mother
or Aunt Paula were up, and for a long time while we were walking
outside we again argued about my Aunt being aware that I was
watching her.
" I'm telling you Paul, your Aunt knew you were watching her, it
should be very easy for you to fuck her now. "
I was shocked by what he was saying. Until then I hadn't even
thought about doing this. I was quite content to go on watching her
naked body or watching her fucking with her husband, but to actually
do it myself, was another matter. But later in the morning I began to
have second thought, now that Fred had planted the idea in my mind.
The more I thought about it the more I found myself wishing that I
could fuck her indeed. By the time Fred left me, I could think of
nothing else.
When I next saw Aunt Paula at noon, she was very charming to me as
usual, later when she and mother had finished the dishes, she asked
me to help her move her bed in her room so that she could clean
underneath it.
Even as we were climbing the stairs, she said that until recently she
hadn't notice how tall I was and how quickly I had grown recently. I
could tell that she had something in mind, but I hadn't the slightest
idea what it was.
We entered her room and she closed the door behind us. Then I help
her slide the bed toward the middle of the room. Without saying a
word she used a broom and began to swipe the floor where the bed
had been and soon I help her move her bed in place.
Just as she stood between the wall and her bed, she pretended to notice
the hole, which was still almost all hidden by the frame of the picture.
" What have we here," she said as she pushed the frame away thus
exposing the small hole completely. " It's a hole, and it goes right
through your room. I suppose one could see from one room to the
other looking through it. Are you aware of this Paul?"
The tone of her voice was neither threatening nor was it met as a joke
and I didn't know what to say and how to react. At last I decided to
tell her the truth.
" Yes, I know about it."
" Have you ever looked through it while I was in my room?"
I was now very scared, but at the same time I could tell that she didn't
intend to tell mother. After all why bother to go to all that trouble
since it was now quite evident that she was already aware of it since
last night.
" Yes, last evening I did look through it, and I think you knew that I
was watching you."
This caused her to laugh and she sat on the edge of the bed and pull on
my arm until I was sitting next to her.
" Yes, you are right, I did know that you were watching me, but I only
found out when I heard you knock on the wall last evening. I then just
happened to look directly at the hole and I realized that you were on
the other side since it is you room. Have you been enjoying yourself in
this manner for long?"
" Only since the last two weeks. I was hearing all sorts of strange
noises coming from your room and I got curious."
" You were then watching us when Robert was in my room?"
" Yes I was." Again I was nervous, even though I could tell that she
didn't seem to mind my watching her when she was along in the
room, I did not know how she would react now that she knew that I
actually saw her fuck.
She looked at me in the eyes for a few seconds then all of a sudden
she threw both arms in the air and began to laugh.
" You know that this is very naughty. Tell me what did you see."
Now I felt a sudden release in pressure, I knew for certain that she had
no intention of telling mother about this.
" I saw you and Uncle Robert, ...fucking."
As soon as she heard this, her right hand went over her mouth and
again she couldn't help laughing, and as she did this, her left hand
went through my hair in a most friendly manner.
" You bad boy." She said, still laughing. " Who taught you such nasty
words? Have you ever done this with a girl?"
"No,no. I never did this. I heard that word from my friend Fred."
" Then before you went into the trouble of putting this hole you had
never seen a naked girl before?"
" No, only in girls magazines."
" Then tell me, did you like what you saw?"
I could now tell that she was greatly enjoying this conversation with
me.
" Oh yes, you have the most beautiful body one could hope for, If I
was your husband I would always remain with you."
" How nice of you. And if you were my husband, what would you do
to me?"
No she was not angry with me and she was leading me to something
that I couldn't understand. I thus answered her question boldly.
" I would fuck you all the time."
" You would? But you are too young. How old are you?"
" I am almost fifteen, and like you said earlier I am tall for my age."
" Yes you are tall, you must be close to six feet now. But that doesn't
make you a man yet. And to indulge into such activities at such a
young age could be harmful to your health."
By now I was in such a state of excitement that my cock was
extremely hard and in the last minutes I had notice her looking at the
front of my pants. I could not restrain myself any longer and I threw
my arms around her, with my head resting on her shoulder I held her
very tight.
She didn't protest, instead she took my head between her hands and
kisses my mouth lightly. Her breasts felt soft and warm against my
chest and this in turn made my cock twitch even more in appreciation.
We remained in each other's arms a while longer then I felt her hand
on the front of my pants.
The instant she touched me, I thought that I would faint. Here was this
extremely beautiful woman in my arm and with her hand touching
where no other except mine, had ever touched before. I could tell that
she was also exited by the way she was breathing very fast. Then she
became more aggressive and I felt her hand close as she seized my
erection.
I was almost out of breath as her hand closed on the front of my pants
and I didn't dare move. All of a sudden I felt her bare hand on my
cock, she had her hand inside my pants.
The instant she touched me, she became more aggressive and she
began to rub the length of my erection. Her hand felt soft and warm on
my hardness and I knew that I was close to a climax. I felt like a child
in a house full of candies, I didn't know where to start with my hands.
Instead I shoved my face smack into her bosom.
She let me rub my face against her breasts for a while then she began
to pay more attention to my cock.
It felt so nice that I soon had enough courage to push one hand under
her beige sweater, soon my hand was over her bra and my fingers
began to crawled underneath the cup of her left breast. Gradually I
managed to lift her bra completely over her breasts.
Her teats felt heavy in my hands as I lifted one then the other. They
were more voluminous than they looked and soon their warmth and
their swaying struck me as I manipulated them. I was dying to feel
them around my face but at the same time I didn't want to let them get
away from my hands.
During that time Aunt had opened my pants wider and had taken my
cock out. She was now stroking me very expertly and before I could
stop her, I began jetting an immense quantity of spunk over her hand
and on her sweater. But before the eruption ended she had my cock in
her mouth and she was swallowing the last drops of semen. The
sensation of her wet mouth sucking and licking my juice was too
much for me and I collapsed on the bed while she went on draining
me. Even when I had nothing more to give her, she continued trying
to coax more juice out of me.
Finally when she realized that I had finished ejaculating, she lift her
head and looked at me with her face flush with emotion and also
partly smeared with my spunk. I raised my hand and once more I
proceeded to fondle her breasts, but she stop me after a while.
" We must be careful, your mother would be very angry if she should
discover us, so you must leave now. Tonight I will let you know if you
can come into my room."
I was too shocked to say anything and I left quietly and went to my
room.
When I next saw my Aunt downstairs, she acted just like nothing had
happen. For my part, I tried to act normally but I know I wasn't too
successful about it. In my mind I kept imagining her without her
clothes on, and I was so nervous and anxious to see the night arrive
that my mother soon noticed that there was something wrong with me.
She thought that I was sick and told me that I should go to bed early
that evening so as to gets a lot of rest.
At half past nine, I was in my room waiting for the minutes and hours
to past away. The lights of my room were off so that I could
immediately see the light in my Aunt's room through the hole the
instant she got in. But this happen only two hours later.
I immediately placed my eye over the hole and I saw her walk toward
the wall where I was watching her. She places her mouth close to the
hole and she softly asked me if I was there. I could hear her as plainly
as if she had been in my room standing next to me. I asked her if I
could come into her room, but she said that I should wait another hour
so as to make certain that mother was well asleep. In the meantime
she told me that I could quietly watch her.
Watching her, I certainly did. What a spectacle she gave me. She got
completely naked, and then with a comb in her hand she sat on the
edge of the bed next to where I was watching. With one foot on the
bed she thus exposed her cunt to my eyes and proceeded to comb her
hair. Later, she walked around the room and she tried different
underwear and dresses in front of the mirror. But not once did she pay
attention to me, even though she knew I was looking at her.
At last she came in front of the hole and she told me that I could put
on my evening gown and go into the hall outside my room, if there
was no light underneath mother's door, I could quietly enter her room.
I did exactly as she said and less than a minute later I was in her room.
She let me do everything I wanted to her that night, but she would not
permit me to fuck her. I played with her breasts and I sucked on them,
she even thought me how to lick her cunt and to suck on her small
fleshy projection at the front of her cunt. She also told me that it was
called the clitoris and that it was the most sensitive part in the woman
anatomy. Later she sucked me and made me discharge into her
mouth, but each time I tried to get into position to fuck her she
resisted my attempt.
When I continue to insist, she explained to me that once she would
become pregnant from her husband, she would let me do it to her as
often as I wishes, but until then I would have to wait.
I was disappointed, but at least I could do anything else I wished. That
first night, she thought me many things that I was not even aware off,
such as kissing and exploring each other's mouth with our tongues.
While sucking on my cock she made me lick her cunt for a long time.
Later we remained wrapped in a close embrace for long minutes at a
time then with greater luxury and lasciviousness we would resume our
foundling and kissing. Aunt Paula became so engulfed with such
rapture that I began to suspect that she was in a great need to be
fucked and that sooner or later she was going to let me have my way
with her.
But it didn't happen that night, neither the nights that followed. We
remained in each other's arms for the whole night and every night
afterward, and all my efforts to have intercourse with her were in vain.
Two and a half weeks later her husband was back. I feared that day
and my Aunt and I had prepared ourselves for my Uncle return home.
She had strictly warned me against trying to be along with her once
her husband was back and I was greatly disappointed when I saw him
passe through the door with his suitcase. But one thing my Aunt said I
could do while Uncle was home, she said that I could watch them
through the hole while they made love in her bed.
Uncle Robert arrived on a Saturday afternoon and half an hour later
they were both in bed fucking. I felt terribly jealous as I watched
them. Aunt Paula knew of course that I was on the other side of the
wall observing them and she even smiled at me a couple of times
while she was being poked. He took her twice that afternoon, the first
time they made love while she was on her back and the second time
she got on her hands and knees on the bed with her bottom just a
couple of feet from me as he fucked her from behind.
>From where I was, I could see his buttock move as he pumped within
her. In response, her voluminous breasts bounced all over as she
pushed her bottom to meet his shoves.
Then moaning, shouting and grunting, they both reach the apex of
pleasure at the same time. After the crisis was over, Uncle remained a
couple of minutes lodged within her as he rested on her back and kept
foundling her hanging breasts. He then got off the bed and taking a
towel he proceeded to clean himself. Aunt remained on her knees
with her bottom still raised and aimed in my direction. I could see her
cunt's lips glistering as juice dripped on her thighs, a whitish blob of
thick spunk could be seen at the entrance of her vagina and even as I
watched it began dripping on her thighs.
The spectacle had a profound effect on me and instead of being
disgusted I felt an surge of excitement at the sight before my eyes and
I became paralyzed with lust.
When Uncle began fucking her at first I was extremely jealous, but
now that I could observe her spunk-full cunt which was the proof of
his deed, that jealousy was replaced with another feeling. I couldn't
explain the sudden change but I knew that I was not jealous anymore.
I felt in love with her glistering cunt, and her still palpitating lips with
the thick whitish discharge slowly oozing out, thrilled me to the
utmost. Never would I have imagined that I could be so much
attracted by such a scene as was before my eyes then. I even found
myself hoping that Uncle would do it one more time to her. As a
matter of fact, had it been possible at the time, I wouldn't have
hesitated a second to shove my own prick into her slippery hole the
way it was at that moment.
By the time Monday morning arrived, I had watched them having sex
three more times, and by then I realized that watching them fuck was a
new source of pleasure for me.
While Aunt and I were having breakfast together - Uncle was still
asleep in his room and mother had goon to her room to finish getting
dress - I told her that I was always watching them from my room as
she and Uncle made love.
" It doesn't make you jealous I hope?"
" No, on the contrary I rather enjoy it. At first I felt angry at you but
when I saw how wet your hole was, and also the fact that all that juice
was the result of the more than apparent heavenly pleasure you were
experiencing, a new and strange sensation took possession of me."
" Well, I am surprise indeed. For a while I was worried that you
would do something stupid in your room, like knocking on the wall or
even revealing the fact that you were watching us."
"Oh no, I would never do a thing like that, and now that I discovered
this strange new pleasure of watching you with Uncle, I hope you will
continue to let me look at your cunt when it is full of spunk. "
" My, my, what language." Said Aunt jokingly, then she went on, "
does it please you that much to watch us, I would have thought that
there is nothing too appetizing in it."
" On the contrary, if it were at all possible, I would gladly slip my
own prick in your hole while it is thus full."
This kind of talk had warmed my blood greatly and my cock was
enormous in my pants. I could also tell that it was having a similar
effect on Aunt Paula since her face was quite red. Mother then
walked into the kitchen and this ended our discussion.
When I got back from school that day, mother and uncle Robert were
both in the living room while aunt Paula was in the kitchen getting
ready to prepare supper.
The kitchen door was opened and sitting at the kitchen table with a
glass of milk, I could see both of them in the living room. All day
long there had been but one thought in my mind and now that I was
along with her, I told her what was preoccupied me.
"Do you think it would be possible for me to examine you when you
have just finished having intercourse and while you are still full
of.......spunk?"
Aunt Paula was so surprise by what she heard that she stop what she
was doing, then without saying a word she went to the doorway to see
if we could be heard. When she realized that there were no
possibilities of us being overheard she said.
" This is an odd request." I could tell that she was exited. " Why do
you want to do such a thing?"
" You are so beautiful and appealling, specially when you have just
finish making love, it would please me greatly if you would let me
look at your then."
" Well, I don't know. How could this be possible without your Uncle
learning about it? You don't expect me to wait until he leave while I
am completely full."
I could tell that she either found my idea of examining her either
amusing or she was beginning to like it. Later I discovered that found
it very appealing.
" Please," I went on, " think of a way, I will do anything for you."
I was really in love with her and by now she was fully aware of it.
Later in life, I soon learned that most women really don't mind to be
loved by more than one man at the same time, on the contrary most
will enjoy the sense of power that it imply. Some women will actually
do all they can to win over the heart of a man while they have no
intention whatsoever of giving back the love they receive. But in the
case of Aunt Paula, her love for me was now genuine and somehow I
knew it.
Our conversation ended there since her husband called her from the
living room, and when she went to him I was pleased to see that her
face was red which indicated that I had greatly exited her with this
new proposition of mine.
After supper Uncle went for a walk while mother and my Aunt
washed the dishes. So as to be near my love, I did some homework on
the kitchen table.
When the dishes were almost done, mother went in the living room to
listen to a fifteen minutes evening program on the radio, thus leaving
my Aunt and me in the kitchen.
This time she was the first to talk about my proposed idea.
" I have though about what you said earlier, and I think that there is a
way for you to satisfy you curiosity, if you are still interested."
If I was still interested, that was a joke. It was the only thing in my
mind and one after another I kept imagining scenarios where I could
get to her minutes after she had been fuck. When I heard her, my heart
missed a beat and I had to restrain myself so that I didn't squeezed her
in my arm.
" Yes indeed, I am very interested, I have been thinking of nothing but
this, when will we do it?"
" Oh my, we are in a hurry are we not?" She was teasing me, but I
could tell that she was as anxious as I was by the way she looked at
me. Then she went on.
" Tomorrow morning, Robert has to leave early to catch the train for
Smith River. I won't be getting up to make him breakfast since her
never has any, but I will stay in my room. He is going to Smith River
to get the instructions and maps for his new assignment; he will be
gone for the day. Before leaving in the morning, as you should know
by now, he will make love to me as he does every morning."
She didn't have to finish, I knew what she met and the effect on me
wouldn't have been greater if I had been given a huge sum of money.
Before she could change her mind, I said to her.
" I will be in your room the minute he leave the house. But please
promise me that you won't move an inch before I get there."
She looked at me tenderly for a few seconds, I could see her eyes
sparkling with lust.
" And what will you do then, you know that there are things that I will
not let you do to me."
" You may rest assure, I will not beg you to do anything you don't
want."
The silly tune that they played at the beginning and at the end of the
program that mother was listening on the radio had begun and we both
knew that mother would be back in the kitchen in a few seconds.
Aunt Paula quietly added.
" Be certain to come in my room only after your Uncle has left the
house, also on your way to my room be very quiet."
You can well imagine that I felt strangely happy as I watched them
fucking that evening. Afterward it took me a long time to fall asleep
and even then I got up two or three times during the night to check the
time. As soon as it was light outside I got up and waited. Ten
minutes later I heard the alarm clock in the next room.
As my Aunt had said, her husbands fuck her. He did it twice before
getting out of bed.
The instant that I heard him walk down the stairs I went to the window
and waited until I saw him disappear around the corner.
Then with shaking hands I put on my gown and quietly went to Aunt
Paula's room.
I opened the door and got inside, then I locked the door behind me.
My Aunt was on her back with her leg bent at the knees with both of
her feet resting on the bed. She was still under the blanket but I knew
that she was naked underneath.
We didn't dare talk since it was morning and there was always the
possibility that mother was not asleep. Instead, by mean of signs with
her hands she told me to pull away the blanket covering her. The
instant her naked body was before my eyes I felt an intense urge to
throw myself on top of her and to force myself inside her slippery
cunt.
But I resisted the impulsion; instead I feasted my eyes at the junction
of her legs.
Should I live a hundred years, I will always remember in vivid details
what happen next.
While her legs were bent at the knees, she opened them wider for me
to examine her.
Her cunt's lips, having been stretched just minutes earlier, were still
half opened and each lip was greatly swollen. A copious discharge
from her two last bouts of fucking was slowly oozing out and spilling
in the crack of her bottom.
I felt so furiously lewd, that my whole body quivered with excitement.
She had her head well back on the pillow while her eyes were closed,
I could tell that she was waiting for me to do something. Once more
my eyes went to her cunt. Along the length of each lip, traces of
white foam and froth still clung to them. My excitement suddenly
changed to a feeling of obscene lust for her cunt. Slowly and very
deliberately, I placed my fingers on each side of her luscious pouting
lips while pealing them further apart at the same time. The interior of
her enchanting cunt was an exquisite salmon-pink in color, with thick
white threads of spunk clinging and being stretched on all sides. A
sort of bawdy, cunty, sweaty exhalation evolved from her, without my
even being aware of it, two of my fingers disappeared all the way
inside her juicy passage.
I fingered the inside of her passage with passion and all the while
reliving in my mind the scenes of her recent fucking. I felt no
revulsion at all in moving my fingers in her spunk full cavern, on the
contrary, it made me feel exceedingly bawdy.
Then, without warning she turned herself on her belly thus lifting her
bum in the air toward me. In that position, my access to her cunt was
much easier, soon I realized that she was greatly enjoying this instant
infidelity to her husband.
Earlier, when I gad gone into her room, I had put on a gown, and by
now it was opened in front leaving only my thin underwear to restrain
my rampant cock. While the fingers of my left hand still moved
inside her cunt, I took my cock out with my right hand and I began to
rub it in synchronization with the motion of the two fingers within her
slippery passage.
By now Aunt Paula was moaning with her face hidden in the pillow,
my fingers were indeed giving her much pleasure.
Gradually, instead of twitching my fingers inside her vagina, I
proceeded to fuck her cunt with them. As I pulled them three quarter
of the way out, they were coated with a thick whitish lubricant; I could
also see that deep inside her fuming passage there was 9much more
thick juice. Before I knew it, the tip of my cock began to touch her
cunt's hair and lips, the abundant juice everywhere soon coated its
head. The salacious sight of my own organ being covered with the
spunk of her husband, stimulated my passions even more, the grossest
and bawdiest images went through my mind as my cock rubbed more
and more over her lips.
I pulled the fingers of my left hand out of her passage and in a single
and swift motion, I inserted my slippery prick all the way inside her
cavern. It was the ultimate of sensation, never before had my cock
been so hard and big, and because of this it was almost impossible for
me to find the release of discharging, I went on fucking her whiles
she still believed that my fingers were responsible for the thrilling
pleasure she felt. Finally there was a series of contractions within my
balls and the flow of hot larva entered at the base of my cock to spill
later in numerous gushes out of its tip.
I deluged her vagina with my juice knowing all the time that it was
mingling with that of her husband already inside.
A cry of pure pleasure escaped from my mouth, which made her lift
her head and look at me. She instantly became aware that my fingers
were no longer within her but had been replaced with my cock. She
was about to say something - as she later told me - but at this instant
she was seized in the grip of a climax and she couldn't dislodge me.
Instead, she pushed her bottom toward me with still greater force and
with shortened of breath and greater heaving of her body she cried, "
Oh, oh, what have you done?"
I actually felt her cunt throbbing and squeezing around my cock. It
was the first fuck of my life and at the same time it was also my
initiation to these most intense and pleasurable sensations that
fucking produces.
( to be continued )
The Three Companions part 4
Written by Mandil
While Paul described his adventure with his Aunt Paula, the interest in
his tale had built up to such a degree that the three of them had neglected
their drinks on the table in front of them. As if an invisible signal had been
given, they all reached for their respective drink almost simultaneously.
Samuel was the first to break the silence that followed.
“ I must say that you are lucky to have such an aunt, I bet that you had a
great time with her after that first fuck?”
“ Yes indeed, but I must now remind you that I have already fulfill my part
of the bargain, having describe to you my very first complete sex
experience. I don’t intend to say anything more about it unless of course
Peter here tell his tale and you Samuel finish the rest of your story.”
Both Samuel and Paul looked at Peter expectantly, and after a few seconds
hesitation, Peter finally said.
“ You are right and indeed I will keep my end of the deal. But first of all
you must both promise me that after I am finish each of you will continue
with the rest of your respective story.”
They both nodded in agreement and he began with his own tale.
Peter
As you know by now, I was born in Ireland. We lived in a small village on
the coast until I was ten and then we moved to Dublin.
During the war that each of you mention earlier, I was in my teen. Since
Ireland was neutral, although its heart was with the Allied, the war didn’t
have as great an influence in our daily life as it did in other countries such
as France and England.
Being the eldest of four children, and also since we were poor, I began to
work early in life so as to help my father feed us.
My dad was working as an accountant for a brewery and he taught me
everything he knew about the commercial aspect of bookkeeping. At
sixteen I began working with him as an assistant accountant for the same
brewery.
Until I was nineteen, I had never been out with a girl, and my first date with
the opposite sex was with a girl by the name of Mary Baker. I met her one
day when I went to one of her father’s clothing stores to apply for a job. She
was eighteen at the time and she worked as a sale lady in one of her father’s
stores.
While waiting my turn for an interview, we talked for an hour and after the
interview was over I invited her to a movie. Three days later I got a letter
from her father telling me that I had the job. The pay was much better than
what I was earning at the brewery and also the possibilities of moving ahead
were greater.
Her father, Charles Baker had three other stores in Dublin and all the
administration was done from the store on Carter Street where I was going
to work as one of four clerks for the “Baker's Women and Men Clothing
Stores”.
It was quite evident that Mary had had a lot to do with my getting the job
since I knew that there were as least a dozen other applicants for the same
job and probably more. Therefore I was grateful for her help. After our first
date, we began to go out together about once a week during the first year,
then it was two or three times a week once we were going steady.
Mary was rather tall with a splendid figure. At the time I had never seen a
naked woman –except on a picture of course – but I could tell that
underneath the sweaters she often wore she had a well developed bosom.
She also had a beautiful face with large green eyes and shoulders length
auburn hair that she often tied with a ribbon at the back, the color of the
ribbon always matched with the color of the sweater she was wearing.
Her father was very wealthy and it was not the lack of suitors that had made
her choose me over every one else. We never kiss once during the first
year, and when we did kiss for the very first time, I was twenty while she
was nineteen and at the time we had been going steady for almost a year.
Six months later we got engaged, and even then we had never gone farther
than kissing.
I was then promoted to head accountant assistant, and I began working
directly under the order of the head accountant clerk who was Mr. William
Kingston.
All of the accounting for the four stores was done from the one store on
Carter Street where I was working. It was a two stories building with all of
the first floor and part of the second being occupied by the store itself while
part of the second floor was divided into six rectangular offices with a hall
in between. Mr. Kingston’s office was larger than the other five since he
was the head accountant, and I being his assistant had a smaller office next
to his.
So as to understand the rest of my story it is important that I talk about Mr.
Kingston since what I am about to say concerns him to a great extent. He
was a man in his mid thirties and extremely good looking, having a
moustache that made him look somewhat like Clark Cable who was very
popular at the time. He was married and lived on North Street in a large
house – he earned very good wages – but he and his wife had no children
yet.
When I first began to work for Mary’s father, he used to have a framed
picture of his wife on his desk, I could tell that she was extremely attractive
and she looked a least ten years younger then he was. But later I noticed
that the picture had disappeared from his desk, I thought it was a shame
since she was so pretty.
Mr. Kingston was always the last one to leave the building; he never went
home before seven in the evening, when all of the day’s sales and receipts
slips had been registered for all four stores.
Mary for her part didn’t always work in the same store on Carter Street, she
sometimes went working from one store to an other to replace any absent
employee, but each and every day at about four thirty, she would make the
round to each store and return to Carter Street with the cash and sales slips
of the day. She then turned them over to Mr. Kingston and would helped
him sorting them out.
It was thus not uncommon to see her in his office even after the store was
closed. I wasn’t jealous of course, for one thing he was a married man and
beside I knew that Mary was not that sort of a girl, after all we were engage
and I had tried on a few occasions to fondle her over her clothes and each
and every time, she did let me know very clearly that there was to be none
of this before we were married. In the last years and a half, while going out
together I was never allowed to do anything more than to kiss her, and only
recently –after my promotion- had she allowed my tongue to slip into her
mouth. I wasn’t angry with her for her refusal; it only confirmed something
that I already knew, which was that Mary was a most decent girl with well
established principles.
We had been engaged for over ten months now and I had already attained
my twenty-second birthday. Not once had I felt the warmth and softness of
a naked woman in my arms yet, but I was looking forward to it. We were
planing to get married in another six months.
One late autumn evening, I arrived home – I was still living with my family
– to discover that I no longer had on me the keys to the store. As usual I
had left at six thirty by the back door, leaving only Mr. Kingston inside in
his office. I figure that my keys had most probably remained in the lock of
the inner door after I had slid down the outer metal door. At least I hoped
that this was where I had left them. Taking my spare set of keys with me – I
needed them to open the metal sliding door – I made the fifteen minutes
walk to Carter Street in ten minutes. I was greatly relieved when I unlocked
the metal outer door, to find my set of keys still in the lock of the interior
door.
Since I was already there I decided to go into my office and pick my lunch
box that I had left there. I entered the store and lock the door behind me
then I climbed the stairs leading to my office.
As I walked in the hall I could see light underneath Mr. Kingston’s door.
There was nothing unusual about this since he often worked late. But as I
passed in front of his door I heard a voice coming from his office, it was a
woman voice.
I knew that it wasn’t Mary since she had left before I had.
Could it by that his wife had somehow gotten inside the store before I had
left?
Yes, that was probably it I told myself as I entered my office.
My office had a common wall with Mr. Kingston’s office and the sound of
the voices was now much clearer. My curiosity got the better of me and I
placed my ear to the wall. But only the volume of the voices became louder
and I couldn’t identify the owner of the female voice neither what was
being said.
In the wall separating our two offices – just a foot over my desk – was a
rectangular opening covered with a sliding wooden panel, it had a small
basket underneath on each side and it was used to pass documents and
paperwork from one office to the other. I moved the small basket aside and
while sitting at my desk, I pushed the wooden panel open just a crack and I
peep inside.
Mr. Kingston was standing in front of Mary, and I could understand
everything they were saying.
“ Don’t worry, she doesn’t suspect a thing, and beside even if she did, it
wouldn’t matter since it’s you that I love.”
Had the ceiling fallen on me at that moment, it wouldn’t have surprised me
more. I couldn’t believe my ears, he was actually making a love declaration
to my bride to be, and worst still, Mary didn’t appear to be shock. Instead
she said.
“ I just hope that Peter doesn’t find out, it would make a terrible scandal.
“ Let us not worry about him, we have ourselves to think about.”
As he said this, he seized Mary’s hand and he kissed it. He then took her in
his arms, and he gave her a long and passionate kiss while I noticed one of
his hand move over her breasts.
Mary didn’t even try to stop him; instead she just let him have his way as
she held him with both arms around his neck.
They kissed for long minutes and as I watched I noticed that Mary was
becoming more aggressive. Her hands began to rub Mr. Kingston’s back
and she even pressed her body closer against him.
During all that time they had been standing a few feet in front of his desk,
but now I noticed that he was gradually backing toward his desk, when he
felt the edge against the back of his legs, he sat on top of it then he pulled
Mary between his opened legs.
I could hardly restrain my anger. I wanted to rush into his office and hit
him, but I knew that it would certainly cost me my job not to mention losing
Mary also. Instead I watched them, trying at the same time to hold back my
anger. She was permitting him to do things to her that I wasn’t even
coming close to do.
The exchanges of kisses became more passionate in this new position, I
soon realized that she was allowing his tongue into her mouth, and more
important still, she was finding pleasure in this intimate invasion as she
sucked his tongue into her own mouth. His hands which until then had been
fondling her bosom over her light yellow sweater, slowly descended to each
side of her waist until his fingers found the edge of the sweater. They then
went underneath to be followed by the entire hand, lifting in the process the
stretched garment.
Again, she allowed this. Her lips and mouth were still very busy on his
mouth and it seemed as if the rest of her body didn't exist at all. He soon
had both hands over her bra; her sweater had been lifted higher by his
wrists, thus exposing to my eyes, the bra as well as his exploring hands.
It became almost unbearable for me to watch them. My face was covered
with perspiration while my hands were shaking with anger. But still I
wanted to watch and see how far she would let him go. Very expertly, like
someone who was used to do this, one finger of each hand was inserted
underneath each cup of her bra. He let them there motionless for a few
seconds. Still Mary didn’t protest, and it occur to me that she was used to
his exploring hands and this was probably not the first time he was fondling
her.
Now he had two fingers of each hand underneath each cup of her bra, while
she continued to kiss his mouth. It was as though she wasn’t even aware of
his fingers now in contact with each breast.
I couldn’t help thinking that he had most probably done this to her many
times before, and possibly he had done more than this. With his fingers
now inside each cup, he proceeded to lift her bra higher. I could tell that he
was going to have some trouble to do this, either her bra was too tight, or
her breasts were too big. As he lifted, I saw both breasts being lifted higher
instead of the garment slipping over them. But he knew exactly how to
solve that problem, he tried again, but this time he pulled and lifted at the
same time. First one breast, then the other became exposed.
What a sight. What beauties. It was my first look at real breasts, and
compared to those I had seen in pictures, hers were a thousand times
prettier.
They were rounder and much bigger than I had imagined them to be and her
pink nipples were quite erected. Her extremely white skin was without
blemish causing much contrast with his darker hands now holding them.
How could she do this to me, I thought. Had I only guess before that her
body was half as divine, I would have insisted much more each time that I
tried to explore it.
A couple of minutes earlier, I had made up my mind to break up our
engagement, but now seeing what I was going to loose I was having second
thought about it.
I told myself that at least I should try to enjoy her body a few more times
before breaking up with her and at the same time try to explore more of her
body as Mr. Kingston was doing.
He kept opening and closing his hands on her breasts, then he suddenly
seized each nipple between his thumb and fingers and he proceeded to roll
and stretch the tender morsel of flesh.
Her reaction was immediate.
She pulled her mouth away from his mouth – I actually say her tongue
leaving his mouth – and she placed both of her hands around his neck while
at the same time tilting her head back she closed her eyes. Soon I could hear
her moaning as though she was in pain, but I knew that pleasure and passion
were making her act thus.
Yes, I could tell that he was an expert in the art of handling a woman. Being
the handsome man he was, I had no doubt whatsoever that he must have had
a lot of experiences with many different women. Mary was probably just
one more on a list of many woman that he must have seduced. Not to
mention his wife.
Even with these thoughts in my mind I saw his head getting closer and
closer to her right breast, soon his entire face was in the valley of her
breasts. I then watched him rub and press his whole face over one breast,
then over the other while Mary encouraged him with her hands at the back
of his head.
Her reaction was not without reminding me of the love a mother express as
she hold her child to her breast as she feed him, and this is exactly what Mr.
Kingston was doing. He had taken possession of one nipple between his
lips and he was sucking it into his mouth.
Mary’s head bent over him while she held his head cradled in her arms, her
mouth was half opened and I heard her say words in his ear, but I couldn’t
make out what she was saying.
By now something strange and completely unpredictable was happening to
me. I was still very mad at them but at the same time I had a huge erection,
and before I knew what was happening to me, I began to experience the
sweet release of a climax without the aid of my hands.
How could this be happening to me? Another man was taking pleasure with
my fiancée, and the sight actually made me come in my pants. I felt
disgusted with myself.
But I wanted to watch and see what would happen. Was he going to fuck
her?
No, he did not. I must say that he tried though. His hands went on her
bottom, over her skirt, and he even managed to lift her skirt above her
thighs before she finally made him stop. At least this was a small comfort
to me since it met that he had probably never fucked her yet. He was an
experienced man this Mr. Kingston, I could tell by the way he was
manipulating her.
Instead of insisting again and again, he dropped the matter completely and
he kept his attention above her waists, his hands never went below her
breasts after that.
Yes, I could tell that he knew exactly how to give pleasure to a woman with
his hands and mouth on her breasts. I then understood that it must have
taken his a long time to reach that far with Mary. One thing I was certain
though, he was going to fuck her, and it was only a question of time. How
long had it taken him to be permitted such liberties with her? Six months, a
year, I couldn’t tell, but knowing Mary like I did, it must have taken a lot of
patience for him to reach that far.
They went on kissing, and he played with her breasts for another half-hour
before she finally left his office. But before she did, I was able to learn
when they would meet again. It seemed that on those nights of the week
that she and I didn’t go out together, she came to see him. Mary was with
me on Tuesday and Thursday during the week, which met that on Monday,
Wednesday and Friday, they met in his office.
I remained hidden in my office until Mr. Kingston left a few minutes later,
then I went home leaving my empty lunch box behind.
Than evening as I laid in bed, I could think of nothing else, and in my mind
the images of Mary with Mr. Kingston kept coming back in my to me. I
knew that I could always seek revenge, but how? There was no question of
hitting him physically since he was probably in a better physical shape than
I was. I knew that I could always make a public scandal and tell everything
I had seen to anyone that would listen to me, but this would only lead to the
break up of our engagement and the lost of my job.
On the other hand, I told myself that if I continued to act as if nothing was
going on, there was always the slim chance that I could make progress
enough with Mary and maybe fuck her before he did. Once this deed was
done I could always fine a way to pay him back for what he did to Mary and
me.
They went on meeting in his office three times per week, and I was always
in my office to watch them.
Progress was slow with Mary. In the following three weeks he only
succeeded in stroking her bottom under her skirt and over her panties. But a
fact that I must mention here is that once he had gain ground with her, he
had no trouble whatsoever the next time to reach that spot again. It was like
a battle, once the ground was lost it belonged to the victor who could claim
it as his own afterward. But in the case of Mary, victory was only one way
since it always ended with Mr. Kingston winning.
It had taken him a whole week before he had been permitted to stroke her
thighs. Then she would expose herself in her panties to his eyes- and mine
also of course. Each time they met afterward, she would allow him to reach
a little higher with his hands until he was actually stroking and kneading her
bottom’s cheeks over her panties. The first few times he had exposed her
bottom to my eyes, I noticed that her panties were of the ordinary cotton
type, but later she began to wear the fancy and expensive silk one that came
in different pastel colors.
I must admit that while watching them I learned something about Mary.
Until then I had been too soft and gentle with her, had I acted in a more
aggressive manner when trying to fondle her, the chances were that I would
already have been fucking her by now.
>From then on I changed my attitude whenever we when out together, which
was mostly in my car. For one thing, our kisses became much more
passionate and frequent, and the very next evening that Mr. Kingston had
been allowed to feel her bottom, I managed to fondle her breasts over her
sweater.
Soon I began to ask myself how much longer was it going to take before I
would be able to reach into her panties. I couldn’t answer that question, but
it was now plain to me that I wasn’t going to catch up with Mr. Kingston at
the rate I that was making progress with her.
But the next time they met, Mr. Kingston changed tactic with her.
Instead of going on and trying to be admitted inside her panties, which I
knew would be the ultimate victory preceding his fucking her, he made her
undress completely except for the removal of her fancy silk panties. As she
stood there in front of him almost completely naked, he proceeded to kiss
her body all over while both of his hands were stroking every part of her
already conquered anatomy.
This went on for a week and I began to hope that perhaps I would be able to
catch up with him since when we went out parking she was now allowing
me to massage her breasts with my hand underneath her sweater – but still
over her bra. Then I discovered what he had in mind, and it shocked me.
The first hit of his intention occur to me when he placed her, as she stood in
her panties only, between his legs and he sat on the edge of his desk.
I saw him take one of her hand in his own, and then he placed it high on his
thigh forcing her to leave it there for a long time. When they met the next
time, she was urge to fell his cock over his pants.
From then on things went much faster.
In less than two weeks time, she went from fondling him over his pants, to
actually putting the tip of his cock into her mouth. For my part, I tried to
accelerate things with her, but all I managed to gain was to be allowed to
touch and kiss her beautiful breasts.
While observing them, I could tell that she was acquiring a taste for his
cock. She was now reaching for it without his even asking her to do so.
The minute she was undress – except for her panties – she would reach to
the front of his pants and with her face all red with emotions I would see her
trembling hands reach for his hardness in his pants.
Once his cock was out, it almost immediately disappeared into her hungry
mouth.
During those weeks that she squeezed and licked his cock, he had not once
discharged his load of spunk in her presence and I was beginning to have
doubts about his capacity to do so. After all, I knew that he didn’t have any
children and I began to hope once more that perhaps it was impossible for
him to do so. It was certainly not my case since with the help of my hand I
would reach an orgasm two or three times every session that I watched
them.
Just as I could see a ray of hope, he proved me wrong again. As usual I was
carefully observing Mary on her knees in front of him as she sucked on his
cock, then all of a sudden he started shoving his prick in and out of her
mouth while his hands held her head. Without any further indication of
what was going to happen he began to grunt and move faster. Yes, I could
tell that he was getting ready to inundate her mouth. Mary must have realize
also that he was on the verge of his climax and she tried to pull her mouth
away, but he would have none of that as both of his hands were forcing her
mouth back over his cock. Less than a dozen strokes later I heard Mary gag
and I could tell that she was swallowing his cum, and as to confirm what I
already knew, thick white globs of cum began to drib at the side of her
mouth. Only when his climax was completely over did he release her head.
When she pulled away from him she seemed out of breath and completely
surprise by what had happen.
Her lips and chin were coated with his spunk and on her cheek just below
her right eye a thick blob of cum was slowly dripping down toward her
mouth, having probably jetted out of his cock when he released her head as
she pulled away from his still erupting prick.
For a few seconds, as Mary sat on her heels with his cock still in her hands,
she seemed stunned, to me it appeared that the shock of the sudden jetting
of his semen into her mouth and throat had had a paralyzing effect on her.
Then I noticed Mr. Kingston’s right hand again at the back of her head
trying to pull her coated mouth back toward his dripping cock. It was all
that it took to win her back into tasting his discharge. His juice coated
member slowly disappearing once again into her now eager mouth and I
could tell by the movement of her cheeks that she was licking and
swallowing every drop of his juice. From that day on, it became an
established rule that each of their clandestine meeting ended with the
eruption of his cock into her mouth. It became evident to me now that he
was very close to fucking her.
Much to my surprise, I found myself looking forward to watch them, and
when they couldn’t meet for one reason or another, I was greatly
disappointed. At the time it was impossible for me to explain why I felt so
eager to spy on them. All that I knew was that it did give me a strange erotic
pleasure to watch them and it was exiting me more and more as time went
on.
Ever since Mary had begun sucking on Mr. Kingston’s cock, it became
much more difficult for me to make further gains in the battle of the
exploration of her body. I was still at the point where she would let me
fondle her marvelous breasts as much as I like, but each time I would try to
place my hand on her thighs, she would insist that I stop, telling me to wait
until we were married.
She still believed that I intended to marry her, but I had already made up my
mind that this would never happen now that Mr. Kingston was using her
body as much as he wanted.
Just to see her reaction, one evening while we were parked in my car, I
began talking about fixing a date for our wedding. I proposed that we
should get married in early spring, which was in four months time.
She became nervous and she told me that it was too early, she wanted us to
move in a house of our own instead of moving with her father and mother
as had been planed earlier, therefore we needed to save more money to buy
a house.
She was the only child of the family and her parents lived in a large house
just at the edge of the city limit. It would have been no problem at all for
her parents if we were to move in with them since there were many spare
rooms, and beside they were expecting us to live with them.
I didn’t insist when Mary proposed that we buy a house of our own, but I
knew that she was just looking for an excuse to delay our marriage, a
marriage that I had no intention of going through with anyway.
She certainly didn’t know it but it was a relief to me since it was giving me
more time to enjoy her body before the break up. This decision of hers to
postpone the wedding, rekindled in me a still stronger urge to enjoy her lips
and teats as much as I could. Mary had superb teats, and I fondled her
mostly in the back of my car and sometimes in her home when we were
along in the house. I could tell that she found pleasure in exposing herself to
my eyes and the stroking and kissing of her breasts always kindled a fire in
her. Once, while I was sucking on her nipples, she placed her hand high on
one of my thigh. I could tell that she was tempted to move it still higher and
even reach for my cock, but she didn’t and I acted as if nothing had happen.
One late afternoon in early winter, Mary told me that she wouldn’t be able
to come to the movies with me that evening since she had to accompany her
friend Lucy to a rehearsal ceremony for her marriage. I didn’t mind of
course since Mary was to be Lucy’s maid of honor at the wedding so it was
a very valid reason. But later, when I got home, something in the back of
my mind told me that she had lied to me.
It was about seven, and I phone at Mr. Kingston’s house and when his wife
answered I asked her to speak to her husband. She told me that he had
some paper works to finish at the office, and he was not expected back until
nine at the earliest. Now I knew that Mary had lied to me. Wishing to reach
the office in a hurry, I therefore used my car and parked it on a side street so
that it wouldn’t be noticed. Once I was in the narrow hall in front of my
office I heard Mary’s voice coming from Mr. Kingston’s office. In no time I
was in my own office and looking through the crack as I slid the wooden
panel aside.
Mary had just arrived a few minutes earlier and she was still kissing him
while she still had her coat still on
“ I am so glad that you could come dear. All day long I thought of nothing
else but you. When I asked you to meet me this evening I was afraid that
you wouldn’t be able to come.”
“ You know William I would do anything for you.”
“ Do you really mean it Mary, you said anything?”
“ Yes my love anything, you should know that by now. I even had to cancel
my date with Peter and lie to him so that I could by with you this evening. I
told him that I had to go with Lucy to make preparations for her wedding.
He agreed immediately, poor Peter he would never even begin to think that
I could be here with you instead.”
“ Well he serve our purpose well, without him your father would question
the fact that you aren’t going steady and also why you often go home quite
late.”
“ Yes I know. Beside I rather like Peter.”
“ You still insist that he only kisses you when you go out with him. He
never even tried to fondle you or make you touch his cock?'
“ It’s the truth, we kiss and there is nothing else, believe me my darling.”
Mary was lying to him. She was cheating on me but she was lying to him
and this made me happy. I now had the impression that she was the one
cheating on Mr. Kingston, after all Mary belonged to him much more than
she did to me.
After a while they stop talking and he help her get undress, next he
proceeded to remove his pants and underwear .
His member was all swollen and ready for action. Mary look at him a few
seconds, then her hands reached for his manhood. Without a word being
said between them, he sat on the edge of his desk while she knelt in front of
him on the carpet and took his cock into her mouth. Bending over he
reached for her voluminous breasts, taking one in each hand and he
squeezed them while she eagerly sucked his cock. After a few minutes of
this, he made her stand up and taking her by the hand he guided her a few
feet in front of his desk. There, he sat on the carpet and he pulled on her
hand and asked her to sit next to him, which she did willingly.
It was almost funny. She had only her panties on while he had on only his
sock and shirt.
Once again she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, but now
he could freely feel her bottom while she was busy with his hard cock. It
then became obvious that he was going to fuck her this very evening, and
when he slipped his hand underneath the elastic band at the waist of her
panties, it confirmed my fear. Mary didn’t protest this new invasion, on the
contrary she lifted her bottom and got closer to him , soon his hand was
moving all over the flesh of her round bottom cheeks.
After a while I could tell that he was doing something with his fingers, but I
could only guess, his wrist began to move rhythmically between her legs.
Then I saw Mary wriggle her bum in synchronization with the motion of his
hand and I knew that he was rubbing her cunt.
This went on for long minutes and Mary became very exited as she shoved
and moved her bottom erratically over his hand. He then took his hand out
of her panties and with her help he pulled them down and removed the
under garment completely. Not once, did she try to stop him, and all the
time she continued sucking his cock.
>From where I was, I could see the exposed soft white skin of her bottom
with the deep crack between her twin cheeks. A shudder of envy shook me
and I said to myself, why had she not let me touch her before, after all it
was plain to see that she loved to feel herself being admired and fondled. I
was now dying to be able to see her cunt and her patch of pubic hair, but
seated as she was with half of her body lying on Mr. Kingston’s legs, I
could see none of these.
Mr. Kingston’s fingers and hand went between the crack of her bottom and
it disappeared between her round thighs that she had opened for him.
I could tell that he was feeling her cunt and he also probably had his fingers
half way inside her passage by now. A few minutes of this and he seized
her by the shoulders and he made her turn on her back. Just for a few
seconds I was able to have my first look at my fiancée’s cunt. Heavenly,
was the only word that came into my mind the instant my eyes rested on her
pleasure giving cunt's lips. She was extremely wet, judging from the
glistering between her half oven lips and the hair covering her cunt was just
a shade of darker auburn than that of her head. She yielded to him as he
guided her on her back and as soon as he was between her legs, she parted
them farther apart and she remained very still waiting for him to have his
way with her.
I felt very strange, but worse of all I again felt cheated. Here, right before
my eyes, my fiancée was going to give her virginity to a married man.
Worst still he was touching her in ways that I had only dreamed off. For a
second or two I came close to rushing into his office and stopping him, but
how futile, what was it going to accomplish. It would be the end of the
relationship between Mary and me and even then it would only delay the
inevitable, he was going to fuck her now or later. So I resign myself to
watching , thus keeping my chances of also fucking her one of these days.
I saw him take his rigid cock in his right hand and he aimed it between her
legs. Then very slowly he lowered himself on her. They both remained
motionless a long time while they kissed. I knew the reason why, he
probably had the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina and he was
letting her get use to the stretching. Then I saw him shove his bottom two or
three times as Mary opened her legs still wider. All of a sudden he gave a
great shove that cause Mary to moan in pain and I knew that he had just
taken her maidenhead. What should have been mine to take, he had taken.
Again I experience another surge of anger, even if I had been prepare for
this, seeing the deed done with my own eyes was quite painful.
Once more he stood still for a while, then slowly at first he began to pump
his erection in and out or her virgin passage. Gradually I could see the
change in her reaction, at first she just remained very still then she began to
meet his shoves and all of a sudden she threw her arms around his neck and
at the same time she locked her feet behind his back.
He had now awakened dormant passion within her and soon she was
making a tremendous amount on noises with her fast breathing and
moaning.
He came inside her soon afterward, - his grunting and fast shoving testify to
that – again they went on fucking with only a slight pause from his part and
after ten minutes of continuous fucking he shot another load within her
eager cunt. He then collapsed on top of her and they both rested that way
for a long time.
They fucked again and again afterward, and before they left, two hours after
she had arrived, he had fucked her half a dozen time in a couple of different
positions.
When she got up later, her inner thighs were glistering with his cum. She
was too shaken with emotions and passions to even think about wiping
herself or to say anything; she just slipped on her panties over her dripping
grotto the she finished getting dress without saying a word.
Just before she finished getting dressed I got out of the building and went
into my car. From where I was I could see the front door of the store and
when she came out she walked to her mother’s car and got inside. She
didn’t start the motor immediately; instead she just sat still in the car
probably trying to recover from the passions she had just experienced. I was
spying on her a couple hundred yards away, - it was completely dark now
and there was no chance that she could see me –again I felt sorry for myself.
She had given to another man something that was met for her future
husband only. Another man had had the privilege of getting the first fuck
from her.
At last she drove away. She went slowly along Carter Street then she turned
left, this was the street that led to my house. When she passed in front of
where I lived, she slowed down and she looked into the driveway, probably
to see if my car was there. After that she drove home. The instant she got
out of her car, I pulled mine behind hers and I walked to her as she was
getting out.
“ I hope you don’t mind dear, I had nothing better to do so I drove around
for a while and when I saw you drive by I followed you home.”
“ Of course I don’t mind, I am glad that you are here Peter.”
“ How did it go with the rehearsal?”
“ Oh, everything went find, Lucy is all ready for her wedding.”
“ Do you feel like going with me for a drive?”
Probably the prospect of facing her mother and answering many questions
concerning the wedding rehearsal helped her make up her mind and she got
into my car.
We went out of town as we often did, and while driving, I kept thinking that
she was still full of Mr. Kingston’s spunk and that fact didn’t seemed to
bother her.
I then asked myself, would she let me play with her breasts so soon after
having fuck another man? The idea exited me; therefore I drove toward
Sunny Lane’s road where we usually went parking.
Mary certainly knew what was in my mind, but she didn’t say a word about
my driving there. It was very dark outside and once on Sunny Lane road, I
had a little trouble finding the small driveway that led to the abandoned
field. It was our favorite spot since there were small trees of both sides, and
more important still, the main road was far enough from where we were so
that it was impossible to see us from there.
With Mary’s help we finally saw the round stone that was near the entrance
and soon we were in our usual spot.
For a few minutes we talked about this and that while I held her hand, at
first it surprised me to see how calm she was after the surge of passions she
had just went through. But soon I could tell that her apparent calmness was
only a facade, she was still shaken from the recent lost of her virginity .She
didn’t talked much and what little she said was not always coherent. I told
myself that this might be the chance I was hoping for since state of mind
was fairly mixed up.
At last our lips met while and at the same time my hand reached for her
breasts. Her kisses gradually became extremely passionate as we took turn
exploring each other’s mouth with our respective tongue. Soon she was all
fired up and she even assisted me in lifting her bra.
I had never seen her act like that before. The timing thus seemed right for
me to try to gain more ground in the exploration of her body.
I let my hand descend to her thighs over her skirt then I pressed and rubbed
the immediate area with no apparent reaction from her part. Encouraged by
this, I lowered my hand further until I felt the hem of her skirt. I rested
there a few seconds to give her a chance to protest, but she didn’t. Slowly,
my hand made its way higher underneath her skirt until I felt the softness
and warmth of her round thighs that I had often seen but never had the
chance to touch. By now my mouth had moved on her exposed breasts, and
since her skirt had been lifted above her knees by my hand, my nose was
soon assailed by a strong smell of sex coming from the junction of her legs.
Until then I had totally forgotten that she had just finished fucking a little
earlier, and the strong odor reminded me of what she had just done. At that
instant I came close to pulling my hand away from her thighs.
But at the same time I told myself that I couldn’t pass out such an
opportunity since she was so passionate. She was still under the influence of
the emotions of her bout of fucking with Mr. Kingston and what better
occasion would I ever have to score a victory in the quest of the exploration
of her body.
Although still a little reluctant to do so, I forced myself to slip my hand
even higher until it was just over her cunt. I could fell that her silk panties
were extremely soaked on the crotch of her panties and so was the inside of
her thighs. I let my hand rest there for a moment or two all the time thinking
about the wickedness of my situation. Then gradually, the revulsion that I
had felt earlier was quickly disappearing to be replaced by pure lust. I could
now tell that Mary wanted me to go on, she had parted her thighs wide to
make way for my hand. Then lust gained over revulsion and I pushed my
fingers over her panties at the junction of her legs. It felt extremely slippery,
and I could trace the contour of her cunt’s lips underneath. By now, my
cock was so hard in my pants that it was hurting me. A strange, lewd and
voluptuous sensation took possession of me as my hand pressed and rubbed
over her cunt. Soon Mary began to moan and I lusted for her even more, I
next pushed my entire hand under the elastic band at the waist, the next
instant my hand was over her bare and fuming cunt.
Her hair and lips were so wet and sticky that it felt as though she had pee.
When I moved my fingers at the entrance of her vagina. I could distinctly
hear a squashing noise as her juice made room for my roaming fingers. All
of a sudden I felt both of her hands around my head as she pressed my face
firmly against her bosom and during that time my fingers were rubbing on
her prominent clitoris which caused her to make noises that I had often
heard her emit while she was with Mr. Kingston.
Her panties were now in the way, they were restraining my progress to
shove my fingers deeper within her juicy passage. Wanting to see if she was
going to let me remove them completely, I began to pull gently on them
with both hands. To my surprise she lifted her bottom from the seat of the
car and with one hand she actually help me pull them down around her
ankles.
I thus resumed exploring her cunt with my fingers while I still kept sucking
on her breasts. By now her lower body was continuously moving around my
hand and at the same time I could feel her body reclining more and more on
the seat.
An irresistible desire to kiss her belly and thighs seized me, the fact that she
had just recently fuck no longer mattered to me. Mary must have guessed
my intention and she lifted her skirt around her waists to accommodate me
while at the same time she reclined completely on her back.
I must mention here that during all those weeks that I had watched her and
Mr. Kingston, I never saw him once coming close to kissing her cunt. Of
course he hadn’t been playing with that part of her anatomy for a long time
yet.
Later in life I discovered that some men, if given a choice, would prefer to
kiss a woman’s cunt rather than fucking her. Why hadn’t he kiss her cunt
lips before fucking her?
She certainly wouldn’t have object since she was letting him fuck her, he
was probably in too much of a hurry to fuck her I told myself. It was my
belief and still is, that if a woman let a man applied his mouth to her cunt,
he will most probably be allowed to fuck her afterward.
Therefore I told myself that if I were to kiss her cunt now, I would be a step
ahead of Mr. Kingston, at least in the matter of kissing that part of her body.
But would she let me? She certainly knew by now that this was my
intention as I proceeded to kiss her belly lower and lower. Now was the
time to find out just how far she was willing to let me go.
My mouth was barely an inch above her patch of auburn hair and with my
lips sucking everywhere they made contact, I descended my mouth toward
her inner thighs. As I moved my lips over her thighs I could distinctly taste
the sticky juice that had dripped earlier from her cunt and I dared not think
more about it’s origin. She almost stop breathing when my lips roamed over
her thighs and I could tell that she was expectantly waiting for me to make
up my mind as she gently press both hands on the back of my head, pushing
me slightly toward her dripping cunt. Then it was done and I felt my lips
and cheeks being sucked into the slippery warm flesh of her inner thighs. It
felt sticky and hot with a strong bawdy aroma, and yes it was far from
unpleasant.
After that, my lips as if having a mind of their own, found their way to the
entrance of her pleasure- giving cavern. Her cunt lips were soon stretched
on each side of my month while my tongue began its journey into the depth
of her sex.
By now I was on my knees in front of her while both of her feet rested on
the dashboard, the instant she felt my mouth on her cunt’s lips, she closed
her thighs around my head thus shutting all sounds from my ears.
In and out went my tongue while back and forth she moved her lower body
over my face.
Again and again my mouth was flooded by the juice reserve already in her
cunt and also by the release of her multiple orgasms she was experiencing. I
did not bother to think about the origin of most of what I was swallowing, it
no longer matter to me. I told myself that if it was coming out of her cunt
then it was more precious than the most rare wine. I didn’t even try to fuck
her that evening, the abundant juice that she was feeding into my eager
mouth was more that enough for me.
When we left, well over an hour later, we were both very tired but at the
same time we were happy and contented. This episode in my car with Mary
didn’t prevent her from meeting Mr. Kingston again. The following
evening –Friday- she went again to his office, as expected they fucked the
whole time she was there. I was hoping that because of our hot session in
my car the previous evening, that she would put a restrain on their
relationship or at least stop fucking with him. But she was a passionate
woman, and now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit of fucking, it
seemed that there was no way to stop her.
One thing was bothering me though. It was the fact that Mr. Kingston was
not taking any precautions to prevent her from getting pregnant. I could
always understand his imprudence on their first intercourse since it is
possible that he was unprepared for what happen. But now that the novelty
of it was gone and since he knew exactly that she was going to let him make
love to her, he had no reason whatsoever not to prepare himself. He could
either pull out before ejaculation or use a condom. But he did neither as I
watch him ejaculate time after time deep within her hungry vagina. Again I
felt mad at him and tried to think of a way to punish him for what he was
doing to her.
It hit me then that he had probably ruined more than one girl that way, and
who could tell how many times he was a father by now. Like most men of
his kind, it probably trilled him much more to win the heart and body of a
girl than it did to reciprocate the love that was given to him. I told myself
that he probably thought that getting a girl pregnant was a neat way for him
to terminate an affair with someone he no longer cared for. All he had to do
was to get the girl with a child. I had no doubt in my mind that he always
broke the relationship once this happened,
Yes, I knew that he was that kind of man, and this was probably why his
wife was childless. In his eyes, a woman in this condition was not worthy of
his attention.
They went on having intercourse three times a week while I continued to
watch them. When Mary and I went out together, I also continued to lick
and suck her cunt. I gave up trying to fuck her since I didn’t want to be
blame for fathering the child that she was bound to have with Mr. Kingston.
Beside, having my mouth on her quim was to me as great a thrill as I could
hope for.
One month went by, then two. It was now early spring, and what I had
feared most, happened, she became pregnant.
She told Mr. Kingston that she had missed her monthly bleeding and that
she feared the worst. He didn’t seem too much concerned by that news, he
simply told her that she was not to worry since it sometimes happened with
some women to miss a month or two. The following week, the doctor
confirmed her pregnancy.
Mary had probably been under the impression that he was going to leave his
wife to be with her, and this is probably the reason that she had allowed him
to have sex with her without taking any precaution. But on that day that she
confirmed her pregnancy, he told her that he had no intention of leaving his
wife, and furthers more he said that she should try and find a way to solve
her problem. Mary felt in his arms in tears, but she still let him fuck her that
evening.
A couple of evening later, I heard him give her an advice that chilled the
blood in my veins. She was seated on his laps naked, while he sat in his
upholstered chair with his erection well inside her cunt.
“ Why don’t you and Peter get married? It would solve your problem and
we could continue to meet once in a while.”
“ How can you say this? I thought that you love me. “
“ I do. I do. But there is no other way darling. “
Once more Mary went into a fit of crying, I had seen her cry almost every
time he was with her in the last two weeks and I began to suspect that it
pleased him to see her in tears. When she calmed down a little, she said.
“ I always thought that you would leave your wife, had I known that things
would be this way I would never have let you make love to me. During all
those months I was under the impression that we would stay together,
beside it’s your child that I am now carrying.”
“ Think about the scandal, I am Catholic and so is my wife, therefore we
can’t divorce. Beside, your father wouldn’t approve of this, and worst still;
my wife could make a lot of trouble for us. No, I think that the best solution
is for you to marry Peter. “
I began to suspect that he was somehow afraid of his wife. How could she
make trouble for him? I made a mental note to contact his wife in the near
future and have a talk with her.
“ Peter will never want me now. Do you realize that I am almost two
months pregnant? ‘
“ It is all the more urgent that you let him have sex with you. At least let
him have you once, then you can blame your present condition on him.
Even if the baby is born a couple of months early, it does happen that babies
are born prematurely. “
This was the last straw. How low can you get, to propose such a thing.
Of course Mary and I didn’t go out together that evening since it hadn’t
been planned. Later, while I was home, I thought about my relationship
with Mary.
She was going to try and make me fuck her and this would be very soon.
What was I to do? If I did fuck her, I was going to be blamed for her
pregnancy. On the other hand, if I didn’t fuck her, what would be the
outcome of all this?
Knowing Mr. Kingston like I did now, it was more than probable that he
was going to find someone else to fuck her so as to blame her present
condition on someone else. I didn’t want that.
Of course there was always the option for her to find a doctor that would
abort her, but in those days it was illegal and finding such a doctor was
almost impossible not to mention dangerous and very expensive. Any
doctor that was caught performing such an operation was certain to lose his
license to practice medicine. Also abortion were sometimes performed
illegally by women who pretended to know what they were doing, but the
rate of death of their patients was very high.
No, I didn’t want her to get an abortion on those conditions. I liked her a lot,
even after all that she had done to me. For long hours, I debated in my mind
the pro and con of marrying her, at last I came to the conclusion that it was
my best course of action as well as hers. Her father was rich and my job
depended on my marrying her. Beside, even though I hadn’t admit it before,
I was in love with her.
The fact that she was having an affair with another man, didn’t matter that
much, even her being pregnant left me quite neutral.
Yes, I was going to marry her and I was going to fuck her soon as well, but
not too soon since I wanted her to suffer a little more. After all those
numerous evening of watching her as she gave herself to another man while
I lusted for her body, made me realize that she certainly didn’t love me like
she said. She only partly gave herself to me, and worst still, I was a front for
her affair with Mr. Kingston and she totally belonged to him. But I made
my mind to win her from him and also to avenge myself for what he did to
her and me.
He seduced her and she was now like a puppet in his experienced hands.
The following evening, Mary and I went parking to our usual place. Mary
was eager and willing, but I didn’t fuck her. My hands and mouth went
everywhere over her body, she even got completely naked in the car, but my
hard cock remained in my pants most of the time. It did at least for the first
part of the evening. When she realized that I wasn’t going to have
intercourse with her, she became bolder and she actually reached for my
erection.
It was a new and exiting pleasure for me, so I let her play with my manhood
for a while. Then before I knew what was happening, I felt her lips around
my cock. Less than two minutes later, I was emptying my load into her
willing and experience mouth. That was as far as we went that evening.
The next day I left my office early. At five thirty I was in front of Mr.
Kingston’s house. It was the largest and probably the most expensive house
on the street, it was difficult for me to understand how they could afford
such a house with the salary that Mr. Kingston made. Even if he was
earning very good wages, it was still not enough to own such a house.
I rang once and his wife opened the door. She was even prettier than what I
remembered from the picture on her husband desk. She had light brown hair
rolled in a bun and tied at the back of her head. She was tall for a woman
and her beautiful hazel eyes matched the light brown color of her hair.
Her name was Kathleen; I had learned this only recently. Her husband,
while he was with Mary once, he called her by her first name.
She looked at me for a few seconds, suddenly she recognized me, having
seen me a couple of times at the store without my being aware of it.
“ Oh, you are Peter, I wasn’t quite certain if it was you at first, we have
never met but I have seen you once or twice at the store. “
“ Yes, I work with your husband. I also know you from the picture that used
to be on his desk. I am sorry to bother you but I feel that there is an
important matter that we must disgust. “
She looked at me a little surprise, then she asked me in. As we both sat in
the living room, I told her everything about her husband and Mary. Before I
was finish she had tears in her eyes, but she urged me to go on.
“ You see Mrs. Kingston, I feel that it is not the first time that this happen to
your husband, there must be other women that he has ruined. He must be
stop before he destroy more girls’ reputation or breaks more marriages. “
“ I was almost certain that he was cheating on me but I didn’t want to admit
it. I am so ashamed for what he did to you. “
She then went into a fit of crying and I really felt bad for her. After all she
was not responsible for what her husband was doing and yet I could see that
she was partly blaming herself for his actions. I felt terrible seeing her in
such a state so I went to sit next to her on the couch and I took her hand in
mine in as attempt to comfort her.
“ It’s not your fault. Please don’t cry, tears will only ruins your beautiful
face. “
My words seemed to have on her the opposite effect than I intended. Her
sobbing and tears were continuous now. I felt sorry for her, and quite
innocently I placed my arm around her shoulders. She reacted by turning
her head toward me and hiding her tears covered face against my chest. A
slight fragrance of roses reached my nose. When I next lowered my eyes to
talk to her, I saw well inside the opening of her white blouse. Half of her
breasts were visible and as she went on sobbing and jerking her shoulders, I
was mesmerize by her bouncing teats in the tightness of her bra. Her bosom
seemed definitely larger than Mary’s and whereas Mary’s breasts
complexion was very pale, her skin complexion was light brown.
Without even realizing it, I lowered my chin on the top of her head while I
still held her in my arms.
How long did we remained lock in each other’s arms, I couldn’t tell, but I
certainly had no intention of breaking the magic of the moment. She had
one hand on my chest while her other hand was in between both of our
bodies. When she stop sobbing I began to tell her of my impression that her
husband seemed to fear her.
‘ You are right, William knows that he has everything to loose by his
action. I own everything that we have, it was given to me by my father, and
my father would ruined him if he knew about this. It is not the first time that
someone comes to see me and tell me that my husband is cheating. After the
last time he promised to me that it would never happen again, I see that he
has lied to me. “
Again there was more crying and I kissed the side of her head without
thinking. She didn’t seem to be aware of what I was doing so intense was
her crying.
“ You have nothing to fear from me Mrs. Kingston, I will get married to my
fiancée and there will be no scandal. “
“ I am truly sorry Mr. Lockwell, I only wish that I could change things, I
even wish that I could change the pregnancy from your wife to me. Ever
since we were married, William has always been categorical about my
having a child, he definitely refuse to have baby with me. I have been a fool
to listen to him all those years. “
By now, my lips were frequently in contact with her forehead and even her
cheeks; she sometimes would even turn her head slightly to allow me to kiss
her lower on the cheeks.
“ Maybe I should tell you that as we are speaking now, they are together in
his office, I also fear that even after Mary and I are married, he will
continued to see her. The only way to make them end their relationship
would be for me to let Mary know that I am aware of their affair. But I
definitely don't want this since it would mean admitting to her that I know
about her baby not being mine. “
Mrs. Kingston looked at me with her lips just a few inches from mine. I
found her beautiful indeed, with an oval face and high cheekbones, but I
was mostly attracted to her sensual thick lips, which I suddenly found
myself kissing.
At first she was probably surprised by my boldness and for a while she tried
to push herself away from me. But my stronger physical strength and her
depress condition of mind finally tip the scale in my favor and I gradually
felt her resistance melting like snow in the hot sun. When I removed my lips
from her mouth she remain very still in my arms and I could tell that she
was still debating in her mind as to what to do next.
I didn’t give her time to think and I pressed my mouth once again on her
slightly trembling lips. Gradually I began to feel that she was applying a
slight pressure on my mouth and when I parted my lips she even let me slip
my tongue into her mouth.
We kissed again and again and she became very eager in her reciprocation.
Soon I felt bolder because of her eagerness in my arm and I began to move
one of my hand over her breasts. She didn’t protest in the least and soon I
was kneading and mauling her bosom over her white blouse. When I
proceeded to slip my hand into her bra she even assisted me by undoing the
first two buttons of her blouse.
In a very short time we were both half lying on the couch in each others
arms with our mouth glued together. For a change, I felt bold and certain of
myself, probably due to her willingness in answering my kisses and her
permissiveness in letting be play with her soft bosom. Her breasts were
both, firm and resilient and although they were bigger than those of Mary,
they only appeared so when they were exposed. I closed and open my hand
on each of her mount of flesh while her own two hands were stroking my
back as I lay half on the couch and half on top of her.
I was taken by a strong urge to kiss her dark nipples that were extremely
hard against the palm of my hand so I moved my head purposely very
slowly – so as to give her time enough to stop me if she so desired – toward
her left breast, I seize her nipple between my teeth and soon my whole
mouth was open on her delicious hemisphere of flesh. While ducking on her
left breast I proceeded to remove the rest of her blouse as well as her bra
and during all that time she kept breathing faster and faster as she pressed
my head harder against her breast that was half in my wide open mouth.
When she let me lift my mouth after long minutes of sucking and chewing I
managed to examine her expose bosom more carefully. My eyes went once
more to her dark brown nipples situated in the center of each circular areola.
Both nipples were standing out like small penis, they seemed to be staring
arrogantly at me. The darker areola surrounding each nipple had a conical
form starting at the base of each nipple and ending at the circumference of
the breast itself reminding me of the cone of a volcano. Where the crater
should have been at the apex, her nipple sat boldly. Each, indecently and
deliciously pointing in my direction.
This was only my second pairs of breasts that I was seeing, the difference,
greatly exited me. I held one in each hand and with my thumb and fingers I
pulled lightly on each nipple. She reacted by shoving her bosom forward
while at the same time a sigh of approval escape her mouth. For a couple of
minutes I squeezed and weight one then the other, finally, finding enough
courage, I applied my mouth to her right breast while my right hand went
under her skirt. But by that time Mrs. Kingston was all passion, either she
was too far-gone to be aware of my hand or she welcomed it. Either way it
didn’t matter since my fingers, as though having a mind of their own had
slipped under the elastic band of her panties and were feeling the furnace
that was the core of her passion. She was wet in the extreme and with her
own hands she began removing her panties as she lifted her bottom from the
couch.
I might have been without much experience but I certainly knew an
invitation when I had one. Was she doing this out of passion or just to seek
revenge for what her husband had done? I couldn’t care less, all that I knew
is that I was willing to fuck her and she was more than willing to let me do
it. As we looked in each other eyes while I stood above her stretched on her
back, I reached to the front of my pants and open my fly, then in one swift
motion I took my rock hard cock out. She was already ready with one leg
resting on the back of the couch and the other open wide with her foot
resting on the floor. Before I pushed my virgin cock within her expecting
grotto, I said to myself. Peter old boy, at last you are going to have your
first fuck and at the same time this will be a first payment to Mr. Kingston.
With those thoughts in mind, I plunged forward and I buried my erection all
the way into her passage. What heavenly pleasure. It seemed that there were
a hundred tiny fingers squeezing me and I hadn’t even begun to move yet.
Her eyes were closed while her lips were half opened; she was waiting for
me to begin what was irreversible. The sight of her pretty face and beautiful
body all exposed to my eyes, made her seemed vulnerable as well as
extremely desirable.
Slowly and with determination, I lowered myself until our bodies touched at
as many places as possible. Still I didn’t move. Instead I wanted to enjoy as
long as possible the rapture of being well lodged inside a pulsating cunt of
someone else wife. So as to stretch the moment as long as possible, I
thrusted my tongue into the depth of her mouth, working it in and out,
sideways, and then way in until she sucked on it.
Her breath came in short gusts, her belly heaved thus squeezing my rod
inside her, With her wriggling and shoving she was begging me to go on
and fuck her, and so I did.
After the first few strokes I knew that it would now be impossible for me to
stop. I could feel the pressure building within me while the delicious new
pleasure forced me to move faster and faster. She gasped and shuddered and
when her blissful joys prevaded for half a minute she began to cry and
moan. Then she uttered agonizingly;
“ Oh please, don’t take it out, come inside me. “
Her clinging arms and legs trembling with amorous, lustful deliberation,
held me down to short deep digs in her passionate grotto. Then panting and
heaving as her arms were holding me to her with crushing force, her strong
orgasm came.
Her cunt contracted in spasms of blissful pleasure and she sucked my
invading shaft in her throbbing depth as I exploded. I felt a thrill go straight
through me to my rampant penis while my tool continued to glide in and out
until I was bewildered with ecstatic pleasures.
( end of part 4 )
Mandil "The Three Companions" part 5
The Three Companions part 5
Samuel was the first one to break the long silence that followed.
" This is quite an experience that you have just describe. I don't know
if I would have acted the way you did, but it seemed to have turn all
right. "
" Yes, " went on Paul " you certainly got even with this Mr. Kingston.
Did you marry your fiancée afterward? "
" I won't answer any of your questions at this moment. First I must
hear the rest of each of your story, so you will both have to wait before
I tell you anything more. "
" I see, but I suppose it is quite fair, " said Paul " but before we go on,
let us order an other drink and maybe a sandwich or two to help us
endure this darkness around us. "
Even with the fire going full blast not more than ten feet in front of
them, it was chilly at their back so they pulled each of their respective
chair closer to the fireplace.
The power had been out now for well over four hours, even the phone
was dead, and there was no way to know when it would be back on
again. Outside, the snow was still falling heavily; there were more than
ten inches of fresh snow on the ground.
The waiter came and he place a pile of ham sandwiches in front of
them and he also brought them drinks and took the empty glasses away.
" Before we go on, " said Samuel "let us establish the rules for the
second round. It should be the last chapter of each of our story. What I
mean by this is that each of us must continue from where he left earlier
and he must give a complete account of everything pertaining to his
story. If we all agree, I will begin immediately since I was the first to
start with the first part of my story. "
Only after both Peter and Paul nodded their approval did Samuel begin.
Samuel
The following Monday, after my section in bed with Jack and his sister,
Jack asked me when I was going to fixed things up so that he could
fondle my sister Brenda while she slept. I tried as much as possible to
delay his encounter with my sister but before the week was over he
gave me an ultimatum. Either I found a way for him to get in bed with
Brenda or he was going to have a talk with my mother.
Now that I am much older, I doubt very much that he would have
carried on his treat, but at the time I was not yet sixteen and it scared
me a great deal. We settled the matter by having him wait another
week, during that time I was going to figure how to pay my debt to
him.
I was aware that there was no way that my mother was going to allow
him to spend a night at home. Brenda and I slept in the same bed and
my mom certainly didn't want that fact to get around. Beside we only
had two bedrooms and because of the rather poor condition that we
were living in, my mother didn't want us to bring anyone at home.
For many long hours, I tried to think of a way that I could have him slip
in bed with Brenda while she was sleeping, but for this to be possible;
mother had to be out working on her night shift. This would mean that
Jack would have to get into the house only once mother had gone to
work at half past eleven. Even then, I told myself that he still had to get
his mother's permission to spend the night away from his home.
The next Wednesday I explain the situation to Jack.
" I know what to do," he said. " Friday, I will ask my mother to let me
stay the night at Richard Golden's home. He is living at the other end
of town and more important, they don't have the telephone. At nine I
will leave for his place, but instead I will go to Rubies Poolroom and
stay there until a quarter to eleven. Then I will walk to your place and
wait outside the house until I see your mother leave. After that I am
sure that you can find a way for me to get into the house without your
sister seeing me. We will then wait until she get to bed and when she is
asleep I will quietly slip in bed with you both. "
" What will you do to her? You know that if she ever find out that we
have been playing tricks on her, we will both have to deal with my
mother. "
" Don't worry Sam, I won't do anything to her that you haven't already
done to my sister."
And this was exactly what I was worried about. Jack and I both had
had sex with his sister; each of us had fucked her. In my case it had
happened four times during the night that I spent at his home, Jack had
done it at least as many times also. Until then he had always insisted
that he was not going to fuck Brenda, but I didn't trust him on that
matter.
He was much too casual and cool about the whole affair and I didn't
like it.
Furthermore He didn't seem to understand that if we were to get
caught, or if Brenda ever discovered what we had been up to, the
gravest of consequences would follow.
Beside he didn't seem to believe me when I said that I never had
intercourse with Brenda and if he intended to do this, I certainly was
not going to let him have his way.
" Let me warn you first, " I said to him " if you ever try to fuck my
sister, I will get even with you one way or an another. You can fondle
her all you want while she sleep, but keep your dick out of her. "
" Why would I want to do than? I get all the fucking I want at home
with Carol, I only want to touch her all over and see how her body
compare with that of my sister. "
I could well understand his desire to do that, up to know he had seen
and felt only his own sister, and I still remembers how I had found the
small differences between the two girls charms extremely exiting when
I had explored Carol's body and fuck her.
" Very well, we will do as you propose, but at all time you must be
very careful so that you don't awake her while you are touching her. "
" You worry too much. After all the things you told me that you did to
her, I don't think she will be aware of anything. But just in case, you
should give her a sleeping pill in glass of milk before she goes to bed
that night. "
" We never use sleeping pills at home. The only pills we have are
aspirins and I don't think they will help to make her sleep deeper. "
" In that case I will bring some from home, my mother often take one
before going to bed. "
Friday evening at ten, I could scarcely hide my nervousness. Both
mother and Brenda noticed this and I had to tell them that I had an
upset stomach. At ten thirty, mother began to prepare herself to leave.
Usually she would have seen to it that we were both in bed before
leaving, but since it was Friday evening she didn't insist on our going
to bed as early. Less than ten minutes after she left the house, I looked
through the back door and I saw Jack waiting in a dark corner of the
backyard. I had to wait another fifteen minutes before I was able to let
him into the house. I did this while Brenda was in the bathroom. He
entered through the back door as we had planned, then I made him hide
in mother's room.
Not a word was exchanged between us as he got into the house and as
he did so he gave me two sleeping pills.
I knew that Brenda loved hot chocolate and when I asked her to make
us a cup before going to bed, she agreed immediately.
We both sat around the table while waiting for the cups of steaming hot
cocoa to cool a little. Brenda got up to rinse the pot she had used to
warm the milk and while she was busy I dropped the two pills into her
cup.
She next sat in front of me and I watched her slowly empty her cup. I
had no way to know if it was going to take long for the pills to take
effect, so as soon as her cup was empty I said that I was tire and that I
was going to bed. I knew that she would not stay up by herself, even
though she was well over fourteen, she was still afraid to be along at
night.
With the light out in the room, we both got undress and after putting on
our night gown we got into the bed leaving on a small light in the hall.
While lying beside her I began to worry that Jack wouldn't wait long
enough and enter the room before she had time to fall asleep. But this
didn't happen. Even as I had these thought, Brenda began to breathe
regularly and I knew from experience that she was sleeping.
Just to make sure I waited another five minutes and I got out of bed. I
stood over Brenda and I even shook her a little to see how profound her
sleep was. Her regular, deep breathing confirmed the fact that I had
nothing to worry about.
Jack was sitting on the edge of mother's bed in the dark when I got to
him. The instant that he heard me entered he rushed toward the floor to
hide in case it was Brenda that was entering the room. When he
recognized me he immediately asked me if the pills had worked.
" What do you think? I wouldn't be here if they hadn't worked. Now
remember your promise, you will only touch her. "
" Yes, yes, you have nothing to worry about. But I do want to see her
body, so open the bedroom door so that the light from the hall will get
into the room. "
I did like he wanted as we enter the room. We could see the bed and
Brenda in it quite clearly. She was still lying on her side in the middle
of the bed just like I had left her a few minutes earlier. All at once Jack
got out of his clothes, he was completely naked and I could see that he
already had an erection. This made me very angry, but before I could
say or do anything he climbed in bed next to Brenda on the spot where
I had been lying a short while earlier. Even as I watched them, I saw
Brenda move closer to him, as she would have done if I had been lying
next to her. At that instant I knew that it had been a mistake to let Jack
play with my sister's body, he had manipulated me into this scheme
which had ended with him lying naked in bed beside my sleeping sister.
But it was too late now; there was nothing I could do to stop him.
As I watched him, I could see his hands moving under the blanket, and
it seemed that he was stroking her breasts. Then it became impossible
for me to remain in the same room while he was touching her. Feeling
depress and a little angry, I went to my mother's room and I stretched
on her bed. It was my intention to give Jack fifteen or twenty minutes
with Brenda then to make him spend the rest of the night in mother's
room, at least until half an hour before she came back from work. But it
didn't turn out that way. I felt asleep and when I awaken because of the
cold - I was still lying on her bed with only my nightgown on - I
looked at the clock on the night table, it was already half past one. Jack
had been along with Brenda for nearly two hours now. What was he
doing to her?
The minute that I entered my room I knew that something was not
right.
I could hear a strange noise coming from either Brenda or Jack. They
were still in bed together but to my horror, Jack was on top of her and it
then sank in my mind that he was actually fucking her. The strange
noise I was hearing was Brenda's regular moaning.
The first thing that went into my mind was that she was awake and was
actually cooperating with Jack, how else could I explain the noise she
was making?
I walked closer to the bed, - Jack was not even aware of my presence -
he was moving in a rhythmic manner under the blanket and it didn't
take much imagination to see what he was doing. Worst still, I could
tell by his fast breathing and heavy grunting that he was very near a
climax. But I now realized that Brenda was still asleep, except for the
low moaning she was not moving under him. Suddenly I became very
exited watching them and a strange thing happen to me, it seemed
natural that he was fucking her and even more, I began the hope that he
would go on fucking her for a long time. He was having sex with my
sleeping sister and even in her condition she was experiencing pleasure,
her continuous moaning was proof enough of it.
It seemed that I was paralyzed and I stood there next to the bed
observing them, I was able to tell the exact moment that he came inside
her. His pumping changed to long and slow shoves, while his grunting
became a heavy breathing, finally I saw him collapse on top of her.
He remained there very still and it began to worry me since he had all
of his weight on Brenda and I feared that she would awaken. I reached
over and I pushed against his shoulder until he rolled over so that most
of his weight was off Brenda. In a low voice I whispered to him.
" You lied to me Jack. You have actually fuck her. "
By now the blankets were partly off Brenda's body and both of her
breasts were exposed. There was no sign of her nightgown that she
always wore in bed; Jack had removed it and probably her panties also.
" I am sorry Sam, but I couldn't help myself " he whispered back to
me. " Your sister is quite a girl, can you imagine how she would be if
she was really awake? For a while earlier I thought that she had gotten
out of her sleep since she was making loud noises. "
A strange bawdy feeling took hold of me then; I was even sorry that I
hadn't remained in the bedroom with them and watch him. He must
have fuck her more than once, I had to know.
" How many time did you fuck her? "
" Who keeps count, it could be four or five time. Look at her, she want
more. "
It was true, Brenda had both hands on her cunt and she was slowly
feeling herself. I watched a couple of seconds then I began to feel the
cold standing there only in my gown. I was also without my slippers
and Brenda was exposed to the cold from the waist up and she was also
probably feeling the cold. Therefore I decided to climb in bed with
them, once I was stretched nest to her I pulled the blankets back up to
our necks.
" You will have to leave soon Jack. " I said to him as low as possible.
" What? So you can have her to yourself? It's not yet half past two and
we still have many hours before dawn. I will leave when it's starting to
get lighter outside, beside where would I go at this time of the night? "
He was right about having nowhere to go. So I didn't insist any more
about his leaving.
By now Brenda had stop moving her hands over her cunt. Being three
in a bed built for two, we were more than a little crowded so when
Brenda turned herself on her side with her rump toward Jack and facing
me, there was more room for me. I was a little jealous since I could tell
that she was pushing her bottom against Jack - where I would usually
be - seeking his body heat. She was completely naked under the
blanked, and I began to think that it might be a problem later to get her
back into her panties and gown.
Fifteen or twenty minutes went by, then I moved my hand slowly
between her available breasts. Without her gown, it surprised me to see
how easy it was to reach for them. I gently squeezed, press and weight
them and the more I played with her bosom the more I got carried
away.
Soon my mouth replaced my hands on her breasts, kissing and sucking
one then the other and all the time moving my face in the valley
between her two mounts of flesh. It must have awakened an urge in her
sleeping body because after a while she pushed one arm around my
neck holding me tight against her. At the time I had the strange
impression that she was mistaking me for one of her doll that she used
to cradle in her arms when she was younger.
While I remained with my head cradled in her arms, I still had in mind
the scene of Jack on top of her a little earlier. This induced in me an
urge to explore her cunt and see if it had somehow changed because of
the stretching that Jack's cock had most probably causes.
Lowering my hand to the junction of her legs, I slowly pushed two
fingers between the front part of her lips. As expected, she was very
wet and it felt extremely slippery, her triangle of hair was coated with
juice and it was pasted to her body.
I was then surprised when my fingers felt something big and warm that
seemed to penetrate deep within her vagina. The shock of this
unpredicted discovery was preventing me from moving my hand. Then
the reality finally sunk into my mind; Jack's cock was still lodged
within her. He had somehow in the last half-hour gotten inside her
slippery hole without my being aware of it. Was he sleeping with an
erection, was this possible? Probably, since he and Brenda hadn't move
in a long while.
A strange voluptuous sensation shook me, as my own cock became still
more rigid. I was fascinated to know that her young cunt's lips were
being stretched to their limit by his column of flesh. With my fingers I
could feel her inner lips clinging to his shaft, even his testicles were
indecently pressed between her inner thighs as though they were part of
her own body.
Placing my thumb on the outside of one lip and two fingers on the
outside of the other, and then I pressed on them thus squeezing Jack's
rod in the process.
His reaction was immediate. His shaft began to pulsate and its size
greatly increased stretching her lips even further. I squeezed again and
again and his organ became alive within her. He probably thought that
the cause of the sudden pressure around his shaft was Brenda's cunt
contracting in an attempt to get more friction. He was soon completely
awake and he began sliding his erection with short strokes and in the
process gliding it against my fingers.
As for Brenda, she reacted by moving her bottom still closer against
him, and thus in the process removing my hand from between her
thighs.
Jack was fucking her now and I was responsible for it since my hand
had rekindled his sexual awareness. Even Brenda, - although in a more
limited way - was answering his slow pumping by meeting him with
shoves of her own.
So it was that in the middle of a cold winter night, while in bed with
Brenda and Jack, I discovered a new pleasure that I knew from now on,
was going to influence the rest of my life. It was the discovery that I
could get as much pleasure from watching a couple fuck as if I was
actually doing the deed myself.
My mouth soon found one of Brenda's breasts, and while she cradled
my head in her arms, I felt the shaking of their bodies as Jack pounded
her from behind. Her beautiful bosom trembled and bounced against
my face, I was much too absorbed in the gratification of my pleasure to
worry about the fact that the possibility still existed that she could get
out of her trance-like sleep.
I began to shake with uncontrollable emotions in synchronization with
Jack's shoving while my cock rubbed on the front of her cunt's lips. All
of a sudden, the deluge of my semen began to gush against her cunt and
over Jack's piston-like rod, mingling in the process with her own juice
as well as with Jack's spunk that he had previously poured into her
hole.
My climax seemed to go on forever, I was bewildered with ecstatic
thrills as I continued to suck her breasts even though my body
continued to shake with convulsions.
But Jack hadn't come yet, having done so many times earlier, he found
it harder to do so again. He kept on pumping while Brenda, even if her
mind was unaware of it; her body began to respond. She expressed her
reaction by softly moaning into my ears and holding me still tighter in
her arms. It took Jack another two minutes to finally reach an orgasm,
and when he was through he felt on his back next to her and went into
an instantaneous sleep. Brenda also twisted her upper body on her back
soon afterward she finally turned completely on her side with her face
toward Jack and her back against me.
There were no possibilities now that I could sleep. Not after what I had
just underwent. Even half an hour later my heart was still beating fast
from the strong emotions and desires that were making my body
tremble with lust, my cock was as hard as ever.
Both, Jack and Brenda were now sleeping, with the three of us in the
same bed there was little room to move and we were forced to press
against one another.
Brenda in the middle seemed quite warm and was sleeping deeply
judging by her regular breathing.
I felt good with my cock pressed in the crack of her bottom. As the
minutes went by I still couldn't sleep and even worst, my erection kept
twitching in appreciation of the close contact with Brenda's rump. Soon
I let my hand roam over her body and I reached the base of her bottom.
She was still exceedingly wet and sticky, and this made me feel
wickedly delicious.
Until that moment, I had no intention of fucking her. After all, she was
my sister and I was quite content with the knowledge that I could screw
Jack's sister any time I wanted. I already had made up my mind that I
was going to let him fuck Brenda whenever that was possible if he was
going to let me do the same to his sister. But had been absolutely no
question in my mind of fucking Brenda myself since she was my sister
and it would definitely not be proper.
My cock was much too close to her fuming hole. As I tried to place my
hand on the front of her cunt, I had to slide myself lower in the bed, but
my erection, as if having a mind of its own, found itself at the entrance
of her soaking cunt, just between her slippery lips.
At first I couldn't tell exactly where the tip of my cock was rubbing, all
that I knew is that it was no longer in the crack of her bottom and it felt
warm.
Little by little, on account of the slippery condition between her lips,
the head of my cock got deeper between her stretched labia. When I
realized where I was, because of the wonderful pressure around the
head of my cock and also from my experience the previous week with
Jack's sister, Brenda suddenly shove her bottom against me and in the
process forced my erection another inch within her passage.
What was I to do? I certainly didn't want to fuck her since she was my
sister. Many times before in the last year, I had often imagined how it
would feel to be shoving my erection just where it was at the moment,
but now that my fantasy had finally come true, I was experiencing
guilt. But even as I debated in my mind my next course of action, my
body had already taken the decision for me. My stiffness had somehow
gotten completely buried within her warm and tight tunnel of love.
Yes I could tell that she was much tighter then Carol was - one can
never stop comparing - and my invasion of her sacred passage had
cause a torrent of the mixture of juice and spunk to spill out of her
pleasure cave thus coating my balls and upper thighs.
It felt wonderful, this was too beautiful, to exquisite to be wrong and at
the moment I only wished that Brenda could fell the same about it.
Then, in and out I began to fuck her. Her body reacted in such a way
that she began pressing herself closer to me and I could feel her
meeting my shoves. When she began her now familiar moaning I knew
that my climax was close. It was much too soon for me but there was
nothing I could do about it. The fact that I was buried deep into my
young sister vagina had remove all restraint that I had earlier, then all
of a sudden the flood gates were opened and a surge of pleasure never
experienced before seized me. For how long it lasted I can't tell since
time had no meaning then but when at last the worst of it was over, I
didn't even slow my pace of fucking and I kept on pumping her hot
hole with my still rock hard erection. As I kept on plunging into her
spunk-full sheath as if my life was depending on it. The idea suddenly
occurs to me that Brenda could become pregnant from either Jack or
me. What would happen if I got her with a baby? I would be both, the
father and uncle at the same time. What would people say?
What would mother say? These thought were preoccupying me even as
I fucked her and far from discouraging me they had a stimulating effect
on my mind.
The pressure around my prick soon made me forget all about these dark
thoughts, once again I felt my semen flow at the base of my balls to
finally erupt into the very depth of her grotto. My orgasm was so strong
that even now I am not sure if I passed out or simply felt in a half-sleep
and half-trance.
When I came to my senses I was still lodged inside her pulsating
passage, then to my horror, Brenda began to move thus dislodging my
cock in the process as she turned herself on her back. My heart almost
stopped beating, I knew that if she should get out of her deep sleep
now, Jack and I were both lost. For a long time I remained very still
hoping at the same time that Jack would remain asleep. I must have
fallen asleep since when I open my eyes after falling I noticed that it
was getting lighter in the room and looking through the window I saw
the first signs of dawn.
I panicked, in haste I got up and I went to Jack's side of the bed
shaking him until he opened his eyes. I pointed at the clock on the night
table - it was already half past six - and when he realized how late it
was he also jumped out of bed.
While Jack looked for Brenda's panties and gown, I took a towel and I
wiped her cunt so as to remove some of her juice and spunk that was
still oozing out of her vagina. Then we were able without too much
trouble, to slip on her panties and gown.
On account of the many bouts of fucking we both had had with her, I
knew that she had
a lot more juice inside her vagina and this more than anything was
scaring me. What would be her reaction when she found her passage in
such a mess? But still there was nothing I could do about this so I tried
not to let it worry me too much.
When we were done, without saying a word Jack pick up his clothes
from the floor and after getting dress in mother's room he quietly left
the house while I still remained in bed next to my sister.
At half past seven - I hadn't closed my eyes since Jack's departure -
mother got back home as usual. Being Saturday morning, I knew that
mother would let us sleep a while longer, but I was too nervous to
remain in bed so I got up. I went to the kitchen to talk with mother a
while and all the time I couldn't help to thing that she could see on my
face what I had done to Brenda.
Later, at about eight, Brenda came and joined us. She seemed very
normal and I was relieved to see that there were no visible signs that
she remembered anything of the night activities.
It then became a weekly event. Every Friday night Jack came to sleep
with us. We both became bolder as the weeks went by and we took
more chances and fewer precautions.
While in bed with my sister, we no longer whispered and we also made
her turn that way or this way as we pleased.
We thus acted as if it was impossible for her to become aware of what
we were doing to her. But as the saying goes, all good things must
come to an end, and in the case of Jack and I, the end came with a
shock.
One Friday evening, when Jack came into the house once mother had
left, he gave me only one sleeping pill - the bottle was empty except
for this one pill - he said that one pill would be enough anyway since
his mother never took more than one.
Then in the middle of the night, while Jack was fucking her from
behind as she lay stretched on her side facing me - I was sucking on
her breasts waiting for my turn to fuck her - Brenda woke up.
The first sign that I noticed that everything was not as usual, was when
I felt her hand on my forehead weakly pushing me away from her
bosom. Then I heard her say,
" Samuel, what are you doing? " There was more surprise than panic in
her voice.
Jack hadn't heard her and he kept on shoving his cock in her from
behind. I could tell this since I was well used by now to the rhythmical
shaking of her breasts against my face.
Then in the dim light - the hall light was on - I saw that she had her
eyes wide opened and she was looking at me. She let her head fall back
on the pillow, for a few seconds I even thought that she had gone back
to sleep. But this was not the case and we were out of luck. She was
wide-awake.
" What is going on. " She said, lifting her head at the same time." Am I
dreaming this? Who is in bed with us Samuel? "
Her words were now loud and her voice was filled with fright. Jack
must have heard her and he immediately stopped fucking.
What was I to tell her? I decided to go for the truth and I told her that
Jack was with us in bed. She moved one hand to cover her breasts in a
protective manner only to discover that she was without her gown.
" I was not dreaming. All these nights you were actually ......... How
could you do this to me Samuel? "
She suddenly went into a fit of crying, but she didn't try to get out of
bed, probably because of the fact that she was naked. With her face
hidden into her pillow she began to sob and shake. We were caught and
my only hope now was to limit the damage, and worst still I knew that I
was no longer going to fuck her. But I wanted her now more than ever.
" I am sorry Brenda, it just happened and I couldn't help it. You know
that I would never harm you, but you are so beautiful, and with you
lying next to me in bed all those nights, it became unbearable."
She tried to say something, but her crying prevented me from
understanding what she was saying. Her naked body was still in contact
with me in many places and it still trilled me.
I threw my arms around her neck and I gently pressed her head on my
shoulder.
" I hope you will forgive me, had I known that you would discover
what I was doing, this would never have happen."
With her face pressed on my neck and shoulder, I could still feel her
tears flowing and I began to stroke her shoulder and back while holding
her tightly in my arms.
" How could you do this, and to your own sister. I......I..... . thought
that I was dreaming these things and all that time you were actually
f......."
Again she produced a surge of tears. The more she tried to talk, the
more she cried. By now I felt terribly exited and my cock was pressing
between our two bodies and it began to twitch, Brenda didn't seem to
be aware of this. To my surprise I began to notice a slight regular
humping of her body and the cause soon became evident to me.
Jack, who until then hadn't said a word and hadn't moved a finger, had
suddenly resumed his fucking. He had remained imbedded within her
all that time.
So as to take her mind away as much as possible from Jack's slow
shoving, I kissed her forehead. I felt her tears covering my cheeks. She
kept on crying but she didn't try to move away. A ray of hope flash into
my mind, she was certainly aware that Jack was fucking her and she
wasn't trying to stop him.
I kissed the tip of her nose then my lips brushed her lips lightly, since
she didn't protest, I applied more pressure and at the same time I parted
my own lips.
Yes, I did detect some cooperation from her part as she tilted her head a
little in my direction. My lips remained glued to hers for a long minute
as I continued to stroke her back. All that time I could fell her body
shake from Jack regular shoving behind her.
Encourage by her lack of protest, I pushed my tongue between her lips
and I undertook the exploration of her mouth. She let me have my way;
she even opened her mouth wider for me. This was the chance I was
hoping for and I took hole of one of her breast with my hand.
Jack's cock was probably giving her too much pleasure now for her to
even notice where my hand was. She was no longer crying, instead she
was moaning and sighing, I had to remove my mouth from hers so as to
permit her to breathe faster. When I lowered my mouth to her breasts
she increase the pressure that her hands were exerting at the back of my
head and I could tell that she was becoming more passionate very fast. I
even heard her mumble, " ah....ah....don't do this, stop I 'am dying."
Jack was also fast approaching an orgasm, judging from the intensity
and speed of his shoving. I began to worry about her reaction once he
would be done with her. The only way that I could prevent her from
regretting her cooperation with us afterward was to act quickly once
Jack would be finished, not leaving her time enough to think about the
whole affair.
Therefore I prepared myself to take his place the instant he was going
to pull out of her.
Brenda was in the height of ecstatic pleasures now. Her orgasms were
almost continuous and she was a willing partner to both of us judging
by the tight grip she was holding my head in, as well as her regular
shoving to meet Jack's pushes.
Then Jack emptied his load within her. His long, deep strokes as well as
his loud grunting confirmed this.
When I judged that he had completely finished paying tribute to her
already well lubricated cunt, I immediately made her turn over - thus
disconnecting Jack - with her rump toward me and facing Jack.
Before she had time to utter a single word, Jack as if knowing the
importance of keeping her busy, immediately glued his lips on her
mouth while in one quick push I became lodged within her soaking
quim.
Less than five minutes later it was my turn to pay tribute to her now
hungry cavern of love. By now she was extremely cooperative and she
willingly submitted herself to our every wished. Jack and I fucked her a
couple more times before he left at daybreak.
She later told me that she believed that she was having these most
pleasant dreams. At first in her dreams, she was with her boyfriend
Tom, but latter I began to replace him. Those erotic dreams scared her
at the beginning, and at one point she came close to discussing the
matter with mother, but because of the delicate and intimate nature of
her dreams she didn't. But soon she began to enjoy them and she was
even looking forward to have them. In the last month - when Jack
came to sleep with us each Friday _ her dreams were much more
pleasant and in the morning she wasn't too surprise to find herself
coated with what she thought was her own juice.
Brenda and I became much closer after than, she soon developed a
strong appetite for fucking, Jack and I even had some trouble to satisfy
her sexual appetite. I told her later that Jack was fucking his sister and
that I sometimes spent the night at his place and I also indulged myself
in the charms of Jack's sister.
When the cold weather was over for another winter, mother made her
sleep in her room with her, but as soon as mother would leave the
house to go to work, Brenda would jump in bed with me.
That first summer when she became a willing and eager participant to
our sex escapades, Brenda and I often arranged to be with Jack and his
sister and the four of us always ended in an orgy of fucking.
By the end of the summer, Jack - who had now turned eighteen - was
drafted into the army. By then Brenda and Carol were very good
friends and until the cold nights of winter came to the Canadian
prairies, Brenda regularly invited Carol to spend the night with her. Of
course it always ended with the three of us in the same bed and me
fucking both girls. Carole was now seventeen just like me while Brenda
had just turn sixteen.
But in early winter of that year, Carol became pregnant and less than a
month later it was Brenda's turn to find herself with a child in her belly.
Of course there was no question as to the fact that I was the father of
both babies since Jack had been away for over four months now.
Brenda told mother that Tom, a boy she knew at school, was
responsible for her condition while Carol and I got married in early
spring just after I turned eighteen.
Brenda told mother that she didn't want to have any thing to do with
Tom and she wanted to leave school. As for me I was also drafted into
the army just three months after I married Carol
I will not bother you with the details of my stay in the army, except to
say that after three months of training I was sent to France where we
fought the Germans until the end of the war which ended fifteen
months later.
While in France, I met Clayton Parker. He was in my unit and before
the war he had been a radio engineer. He owned a small electronic
company back in the states. He insisted about having the plan of the
circuits of a new lightweight portable radio and he felt certain that it
was going to make him rich. Clayton asked me to become a partner in
his company and by the end of the war I invested fifteen hundreds
dollars that I had managed to save.
It didn't take long before we began making money with his portable
radio. He always came up with one idea after an other, and each of
them translated into more money into our pockets.
The first time he came to Pines Valley to visit my family he felt in love
with Brenda.
Six month later, after being told that Brenda already had a baby, they
got married. They lived with mother - until she died a year later -
while Carol and I also lived in Pines Valley where we bought a house.
For the next couple of years, Clayton and I made a lot more money
with his electronic innovations, money which we wisely invested in all
sort of post war projects which in turn made more money for us. Then
Clayton was killed in a car accident two year later and during that same
year Carol died of pneumonia. Brenda moved in my house with me and
while we were brother and sister for the outside world, we lived as
husband and wife with my two daughters.
When I told you earlier that I was not married, I was not lying since I
am still living with Brenda and have been doing so for the last fifteen
years. As a matter of fact I will be returning to Pines Valley in a few
days where she is waiting for me.
(end of part 5)
The Three Companions part 6 ( by Mandil )
In part 5, Samuel finished telling his story, describing in minute
details, how he and his sister Brenda ended by living together as
husband and wife with their two daughters.
Now it's Paul's turn to finish his tale and tell how his intimate
relationship with his Aunt Paula came to a conclusion and what
happen in the process to his Uncle Robert.
" You had a most happy life so far, " said Peter.
" Well, I have nothing to complain about. Brenda is quite happy
with this arrangement, and I must say that I like it also. "
" I bet, that you could have plenty more to tell us about the last ten
years. " Said Paul.
" It is true, a lot happen in those years, but I'm dying to hear what
you have to tell us. "
"The man is right Paul " went on Peter " let us hear the rest of your
story with your aunt."
" Very well, I agree it is my turn and then we will listen to what
Peter has to say. "
Paul
After this first wonderful experience with my Aunt Paula, I was
able to flood her vagina with my semen two more times within the
same hour.
She was a little angry at me for having tricked her, but most of all
she felt angry at herself for letting me have her again twice after I
had tricked her the first time.
She became very depress afterward, so much so that she remained
in her room until late afternoon. It was around four in the afternoon
when she came down to eat a little and she immediately went back
to her room afterward.
Mother did ask her if she was sick, but she simply claimed being
tire and having a headache.
When Uncle Robert got back from Smith River at nine that
evening, she was still in her room. He remained with her until the
next morning. When I went to my room to check on them, they
were both asleep. But early the following morning, I watched them
fuck through the peephole. Aunt Paula seemed better; her
depressive mood had been replace by her usual easy going and
happy ways. She knew that I was watching her and she even
winked at me a couple of times.
For the next week, while Uncle Robert remained with us, not once
did I get a chance to see her while she was along. When he left, I
asked her through the hole when she was by herself in her room, if
I could join her in her room, but she refused.
The following few days I could tell that she was trying to keep
away from me whenever we were along. Then on Saturday
afternoon, three days after Uncle Robert had left, mother went to
do her weekly shopping leaving my Aunt by herself in the house.
I had been working in the yard when mother left. The minute I saw
her leave I rushed into the house. Aunt Paula was sitting on the
couch in the living room and reading.
I went and sat next to her, then I asked her why she was avoiding
me.
" You know perfectly well why I do my best to keep away from
you. "
" I am truly sorry, " I said. " Had I known that you would be so
angry with me I would have try harder to restrain myself. But I
don't know if I would have been able to resist your charms. But I
still don't understand why it is so important to you that we should
not indulge ourselves into the complete sexual act. "
" Paul, I thought that I had already explain this to you. Since you
persist to say that you don't know why, I will try to explain it once
more. As you know your Uncle and I have been married for almost
a year now and it would please him greatly to see me carry his
baby.
We have been trying very hard - as you are already aware from
watching us in bed - if you and I have complete intercourse the
chances are that you will impregnate me since you are young and
very healthy. Even if you don't, there will be no way for me to tell
if the father of the baby is you or your Uncle. "
" Why is it so important that the father of your baby should be
Uncle Robert, after all it wouldn't take anything away from the
baby, and beside, as you said you and him have been trying for a
long time and it doesn't seem to work. You might never have a
baby it you wait for him to make you one. "
I could tell that I had hit a sensitive point. She must have been
thinking along the same lines of thought. Possibly she must have
had doubts about my Uncle's ability to impregnate her. She looked
at me for long seconds and I could almost read her mind.
" I must agree with you that it wouldn't make much difference but
if your Uncle should ever discover that he is not the father, or if he
even had doubts it would create a lot of trouble for me and even
you. As a matter of fact any man that does discover such a thing
would do the same. As for your Uncle incapacity, well we have
been married less than a year and sometimes it does take time. "
It was quite evident that she was not so convinced about my Uncle
being able to impregnate her.
For a while I thought that she was going to add something, instead
she looked at me straight in the eyes, I knew that she wanted me as
much as I wanted her.
She then added with a smile.
" Therefore if you promises me not to try anything like you did the
last time, I may allow you to come and visit me in my room again.
"
I was so happy I would have promises her anything and I threw my
arms around her neck while my mouth found her lips. She let me
kiss her sensual lips, she even open her mouth to permit my
roaming tong to enter, but when I tried to knead her breasts over
her dress she stop me. She was afraid that we would get carried
away and she didn't want mother to discover us in each other's
arms on the couch. Instead she told me that once mother was
asleep that evening I could come into her room.
Her husband - my Uncle - was to be away for at least two more
weeks and her being the passionate woman she was, I knew that
my chances of fucking her again were very good.
I spent the whole night with her, we did everything there was to do
but I didn't try to fuck her as I had promise. The following night I
was also allowed into her room and I also remained with her the
whole night. I could tell that the more we were together, the greater
was her excess in everything we did together. In the middle of the
third night together, she begged me to put my cock inside her and
fuck her properly. Of course I was only too willing to comply with
her wish and the rest of the night was spent fucking. She never
seemed to have enough of my cock and when morning arrived I
was very exhausted.
From then on, Aunt Paula let me fuck her as often as I wished and
we spent every night together in her bed. Uncle Robert returned
two weeks later and he remained with us for a couple of days and
he left again. His leaving and coming back went on for well over
two months and then one day Aunt Paula discover that she was
expecting a baby. She became even more passionate and
demanding on me. It seemed that her condition had greatly
increased her frequent urges for fucking. Each night her bed
became a battlefield where she assailed me with her ever
increasing passions. I began to loose weight and I felt tire all the
time.
On those occasions that her husband was home I still observed
them from my bedroom.
He also had to restrain her constant urges as she kept him awake
for long hours at a time.
She even found ways to be along with me when he was in Pine
Valley. She underwent a great change in the first few months of
her pregnancy, whereas before she was just a woman who enjoyed
having sex, her whole life now revolve around fucking and it
became quite plain to me that she wouldn't be able to go through a
long stretch of time without indulging herself in all sorts of sexual
practices.
Therefore on the day that I learned that Uncle Robert had been
assign at the head of a group on engineers and geologists to search
for minerals deposits in the North West Territories, I panicked. He
had signed a three months contract and during all that time he was
to remain away from Pine Valley.
Because of her constant and numerous demands on my sexual
prowess I had already lost five pound at the time I heard the news
about Uncle Robert having to stay away for three months. I was
worried to be left all by myself to satisfy her needs.
I had read a book from the town library on matters having to do
about the sexual act - I had to steal it since it was in the index
section- and from the book I learned that since she was fairly
young - she was only twenty four at the time - and therefore was in
the prime of her capacities, she was quite able of exhausting a
healthy man. In the same book the author also mention that some
women, when in a pregnant state, loose all taste for copulating
while with others it is just the opposite and their need is greatly
increased. This was certainly the case with my Aunt. In these
women, with increased appetite for sex, if theirs needs were not
met they could either get sick in mind as well as in the body or
more probably they would go out and look for sex partners.
I certainly didn't want her to get sick neither did I wish her to walk
on the street trying to seek what she couldn't get enough at home.
By now I was madly in love with her and I didn't want any of this
to happen to her. Then an idea occur to me, why not have my
friend Fred give me a helping hand. At first I found this disgusting,
but the more I thought about her problem the better I liked this idea
considering the two alternatives.
Being now almost seventeen, he was a little older than me and
therefore probably had more endurance than I had, beside his
mother was a good friend of my mother and I knew that it would
be relatively easy to have him spend a night with me once in a
while.
The problem was to get Aunt Paula to let him fuck her. So one
evening after she and I had just ended a long bout of fucking and
while she was trying to coax my now limp cock back to life for
another fuck, I said to her.
" It's too bad that it's not Fred's cock that you are holding, it
would swell and stretch your hands in no time. He is renowned in
school as having the largest prick around. "
It wasn't a lie; Fred had an extremely large prick. We often teased
him while in the showers at school. Of course I had never seen it
fully erected, but judging from its seize in its limp state, the
chances were that it would be huge once fully hard.
She asked me how I knew that and I explained it to her.
Next I told her that he once slept in my room well over a year
earlier and we both had watched her undress. For a few minutes
she became angry with me but talking about this causes my cock to
become hard again. She couldn't resist and she climbed on me
while I was on my back, then she lowered her hungry sheath over
my erection and it was swallowed in one downward shove. Before
she began to move herself on my well-embedded cock I added.
" Why don't you let me invite him again, we could watch you
again from my room and if you wish me and Fred to join you in
your room it would be very simple. "
I could tell that she was tempted with the ideal, but probably her
fear of being caught with both of us in her room was too much for
her.
" What purpose will it serve, beside he will tell everyone that he
has seen me naked and my husband as well as your mother will
soon know of it. "
" No he won't say a word. Fred is very discreet, beside he told me
that he once fondle his older sister and he knows a little about
being with a woman. "
This kind of talk was exiting her. She had started to move on me,
soon her tight cunt's lips were pumping my shaft faster and faster
and her words came out loud and broken.
" Is he fucking his sister?
" I don't know, but he did say that he fondle her in her own bed.
The chances are that he probably did fuck her, but like I said he is
discrete and he didn't tell me more. If you could just show yourself
naked once more, he would get an erection and then we could see
if his cock is as big as they say. "
" I...I...don't know."
By now we were both close to a climax and I knew that it would be
the best of time to try and influence her and I try again to coax her.
" Please, say you agree, it will be such fun. "
She climaxed before she could reply, she kept on fucking my cock
and she began working on another climax. I knew that she
wouldn't stop until my cock went limp, but my talk with her had
exited me and it made my prick very stiff, much to her delight.
She got a second and a third orgasm from my steel hard cock, and
before I reached the apex of pleasure myself, I made her stop
fucking.
While straddling me she stop fucking as my cock was still well
lodged deep within her pulsating cavern, then she asked me if I had
ever told Fred about my fucking her.
Of course I hadn't and I told her so, why should I let him know, it
was our secret.
Once we resumed fucking I again begged her to let Fred join us. I
even made her realize that with the two of us fucking her she
wouldn't have to coax my cock into an erection again once I had
climaxed. I even threaten her that I could no longer keep up with
her demands and that my health was in danger.
But still I wasn't able to get her to agree event though I could tell
that I had almost won her over on the idea.
The following day, I thought about this carefully and in the back of
my mind a plan began to take shape. Why not invite Fred without
telling her, just like I had done over a year ago? I even thought of a
way to introduce him into her room - without my Aunt being
awared of it - and possibly also, having him fuck her in the
darkness while she would believe that I was the one giving her
pleasure. Unless of course she should notice the great discrepancy
in the seize of our sex organ. While Fred would be poking her I
could observe and rest.
The plan pleased me more and more as time went on and by the
end of the afternoon I made up my mind to have a talk with Fred
about it.
The following day, as Fred and I were walking back from school I
explained everything to him. He was both shock and happy when
he heard that I had been poking my Aunt for well over a year and
he agreed immediately to help me. Friday evening was chosen as
an appropriate day, there was no school the following day and it
met that even if we had to spend part of the night fucking we
would have plenty of time to rest in the morning.
At nine on Friday evening, I went to his house to pick him up. Of
course his mother knew that he was to spend the night at my place.
Both of his sisters were there at the time and I couldn't fail to
notice the ironic smile on theirs faces as we left the house. It
seemed as if they both knew what we were up to.
I made him enter the house by mean of the back door while both
my mother and my Aunt were in the living room. Mother and my
Aunt were both ignorant of the fact that Fred was to spend the
night in our house and I didn't want him to be seen entering the
house. He knew that he would have to wait in my room until they
were both ready to go to bed, but he was more than willing to wait
since it was worth it.
At half past ten, I went upstairs and a few minutes later so did
Aunt Paula and mother.
Then, as I did every evening, I placed one eye over the peephole in
the wall and I watched my Aunt in her room. She blew me a kiss
by mean of her hand as soon as she entered the room and she
proceeded to get undress without paying any more attention to me.
Fred wanted to watch and I let him spy all he wanted, when she
was completely naked she sat in front of the mirror and she
proceeded to comb her hair. Fred was wild with lust and the front
of his pants was bulging thus revealing his state of excitement.
When it was time for me to join her in her room, I explain once
again to Fred each step of my plan.
He was to undress completely the minute I would leave, then he
was to put his evening gown on and wait in the hall in front of my
Aunt's room for me to open the door and let him in. He was then to
enter the room - which would be in darkness - and get out of his
gown and hide behind the upholstered chair next to the door until
he would be needed.
When I entered her room, I turned out the lights, instead I turned
on the small light in her wardrobe leaving the door open just a
little. We often fucked thus in the near darkness and my Aunt
didn't find my doing this out of the ordinary.
I next removed my gown, which felt to the floor and I climbed in
bed next to her.
She was already naked and all primed up for her first fuck of the
evening, but when she tried to pull me on top of her, I proposed
that we begin the first bout of fucking with her lying face down on
the bed while her feet were resting on the floor. In that position her
bottom would be raised very conveniently, but more important she
wouldn't be able to see what was going on behind her.
Once she was in position, I got behind her with my feet close to the
door and before inserting my hardness in her hungry sheath, I
opened the bedroom door a little and I let Fred enter the room.
With her bottom near the edge of the bed which was close to the
door and the upper part of her body on the bed, she didn't see or
hear the door opening and closing , it took only a couple of
seconds and I purposely made more noises than was necessary as I
placed myself in position behind her.
I then slowly inserted my erection between her cunt's lips. In the
near darkness, I could see Fred now standing naked behind me
The knowledge that Fred was just a couple of feet behind me
exited me and my stone hard instruments became thicker than
usual, much to my Aunt delight as I penetrated her deeper. Then
she began thrusting her bottom backward with each of my shove
and all the time begging me - in between pauses of sighting - to go
on and dig deeper within her. Soon I knew that I was close to
reaching a climax, but this was not in my plans. All of a sudden, on
the pretext that I had a cramp in my leg, I pulled completely out of
her vagina with a loud sucking noise. I told her to remain as she
was and that in a short time the cramp would be gone.
This was the signal that Fred had been told to expect and I
switched place with him behind my Aunt without her realizing that
there had been a change
Since Fred had no previous experience with fucking, at least I
thought so, I remained close to him on his right side so as to help
him. But now that he was in position behind her I could tell that he
was reluctant to aim his prick in her waiting cavern, he didn't even
dared to place his hands on her raise bottom. Then my heart almost
skips a beat when I heard my Aunt say.
"Hurry up Paul, put it in before I die of desire. "
Her words forced me to act. With my hand I took his prick - it
seemed enormous - and I aimed it approximately where I knew her
parted lips to be. By now Fred had partly gotten out of his state of
shock and he did the rest as I felt his monster of a cock slide
between my fingers and forcing its way into the warm and slippery
cavern of my Aunt.
Then came to my ears, almost simultaneously, a low moan of
satisfaction from my Aunt and a sighing of gratification from Fred
Like a professional, he began fucking her. While he was
enjoying her hungry vagina I was on my knees next to him waiting
just in case I should be needed so as to keep the impression to my
Aunt that I was the one fucking her.
My Aunt's passion reached a crescendo of delight very fast and I
could hear her express her delight as she uttered agonizing cries of
joy. Then in a pain-sounding shout, she said.
" Oh, Paul, it's.....it's com....ing, ah I.....I am in heaven. Please
don't ...don't stop. "
She gasped and shuddered while her blissful joys prevailed for
over half a minute and during that time she continually kept
moaning and sighing.
All the while Fred was grunting madly and the racket in the room
was so loud that I feared that mother would hear us from her room
at the end of the hall. Then it was Fred's turn to reach the height of
pleasure, I could tell this as soon as his strokes changed to long
and deep shoves I knew that he was then paying tribute to her
hungry cunt. But I didn't see him stop or even slow down, he just
went on pumping, much to my Aunt's delight.
In the dim light, it was possible to see the glistering on the inside
of her thighs, which was proof enough of the fact that he had
previously flooded her passage. At the same time I began to hear
the squashing and suction noises that his prick made each time he
entered and pulled it out.
He kept on fucking for another fifteen minutes and during that
time- he told me later- he came two more times within her. At last
I was able to make him understand by mean of my hands that he
should pull out of her and return to his hiding place.
The instant he pullet out, I placed myself behind her and pressed
my erection against her bottom.
My Aunt was still under the spell of her multiple orgasms and she
remained very still for a while. Then she collapsed on the bed and
she partly turned on her back with her face toward me.
" You are wonderful Paul. Never before have I felt such heavenly
pleasure, the heavenly joy you gave me is unimaginable. Promise
me that you will fuck me again this way. "
The compliment didn't belong to me of course. When she turned
around and gave me a passionate kiss I began fondling her breasts,
soon she wanted me to climb on top of her. Since I had not fuck
her yet, and watching Fred pumping her from behind had fired my
passions, I was only too willing to comply to her wish. With her
own hand she guided my rampant cock between her still wide
opened cunt's lips. She was extremely wet and the thought that I
was fucking her in Fred's semen only added to my pleasure. I
came twice inside her soaking hole and this seemed to take the
edge out of her passions and she felt asleep lying next to me.
It had been planned earlier that while she would be resting between
her fucking bouts, Fred would slip out of the room. But he wanted
to have her one more time before leaving and even though I tried
to make him understand with my hand that he should leave, he
simply refused.
After much coaxing from my part to make him leave, I went and
closed the wardrobe door so that it would be much darker in the
room.
The first thing that I knew when I returned to her bed, Fred was
playing with Aunt Paula's breasts and she was already mumbling
her pleasure. All of a sudden he climbed next to her in the bed and
he placed his knees between her parted legs. Then he got inside her
vagina in a matter of seconds. I could tell by her reaction that his
large cock was giving her much pleasure and soon I saw the
outline of her legs around Fred's waists.
After a few minutes of intense fucking she gave a soft screams
followed by a long sigh as she died away in a blissful spend. Fred
got bolder and his hand moved all over her body then he lowered
his lips on hers and they kissed passionately. I remained seated on
the floor beside the bed for ten more minutes and all the time I
could hear them gasping and panting until finally they sank back
into each other's arms in bliss of amorous touches and kisses.
All of a sudden Aunt Paula discovered the truth about Fred.
" Paul, how is it that you have a little moustache? "
There was a few seconds silence in the room during which time I
heard some shuffling on the bed the she said the phrase that I had
feared most.
" You are not Paul, who are you? "
I could tell that there was panic in the sound of her voice and I
knew that I had to do something and fast before she began to
scream.
" I am hear Aunt Paula, this is Fred with you. "
The sound of my voice did calm her a little and she didn't say
another word although she pulled the blanket to cover herself. I
stood next to her and before she could say anything I glued my lips
to hers.
She gently tried to push me away, but I insisted more and finally
she let me have my way.
I was still afraid of her reaction and I didn't dare to remove my lips
from hers and thus the kiss went on and on. Then I began to detect
the pressure of her own lips on mine and soon she parted her lips to
give me better access to her open mouth. I couldn't say exactly
what was happening in her mind but one thing was certain, her
passions were being rekindled once again much to my relief.
It then occur to me that Fred was probably fondling her or worse
still, he had possibly lodged his enormous erection within her
hungry hole once again. This was soon confirmed when I felt the
small but regular jolts that her mouth was transmitting to mine.
Fred was fucking her from behind while I was poking her mouth
with my tongue. She was half turned on her side with her lower
body and rump laying sideways while her upper body from the
waist up she was stretched on her back. After a while she threw
both of her arms around my neck and she pulled me to her and at
the same time she shoved her tongue in my mouth. Then in
between breathing pauses she began to sight and moan directly in
my mouth.
That night, my Aunt developed a taste for Fred larger cock and she
later told me that there was a definite advantage in having both of
us in bed with her at the same time.
From then on Fred was invited at least once a week to her room
and this went on until her husband got back, by that time she was
going on her ninth months of pregnancy.
She gave birth to a baby girl that she name Pauline and as soon as
it was possible for her to fuck again she let me enjoy her eager cunt
again. She no longer cared if I made her pregnant but she wouldn't
have Fred fuck her until her second child was on the way.
After the birth of her second daughter, she and her husband moved
away on the coast and when I saw her again it was two years later.
She came back home one day with her two daughters and I learned
that her husband had had an accident and had been killed while
exploring.
She and her daughters moved in with us and or course as soon as
we had a chance we resumed fucking.
She is now a middle age woman and she is still as beautiful and
willing as ever. That is why I never bother to get married. Since
then I have gone to university and I am now a mining engineer, as
for my two daughters, they are seventeen and sixteen and both
turned out to be as beautiful as their mother.
And this gentlemen is how it was and how it is.
" That is an appropriate ending, I must say. " Said Peter.
" Your life as a teenager must have been very pleasant. Not too
many young men are able to claim having experience such a
fulfilling and passionate initiation into sex. " Said Samuel, then
looking at Peter he added, " now I think it is time that we here
from Peter. "
Peter
Well here it is. As you remember I went to see Mr. Kingston's
wife Kathleen , and after I let her know that her husband was
having an affair with my fiancée she went into a fit of crying. It all
ended up with her in my arm as I tried to calm her and soon we
were both comforting one another and we got in an intimate
embrace and gradually I was allowed to fuck her on the couch.
Before leaving, I asked her not to say a word about what I had
revealed to her and to go about as if she knew nothing about her
husband's infidelity. At first, my request seemed to surprised her
but when I explained to her that if her husband was to learned that
I was aware of his affair with Mary, it would ruined my chances of
marring Mary.
Since Mary was the only heir to her father's fortune it met that my
marrying her was assuring my financial security and not to
mention the fact that sooner or later I would be Mr. Kingston's
boss. I was willing to go through with this even if in the eyes of
Mary as well as in the eyes of Mr. Kingston I was a cuckold.
" But what will you do? Surely you don't want your future wife to
go on meeting my husband in secret. As for me I plan to leave him.
"
" Please wait a little longer before doing or saying anything to him.
Once Mary is my wife and her baby is born she will then have to
choose between her child and your husband. She will be faced with
an ultimatum, either to end her affair with you husband or never
seeing her child again. In the eyes of the law I will be the father of
her child and because of her infidelity toward me I will be awarded
sole custody of her baby in the event of a possible separation. I
think that she will choose to remain with her child and I.
Once this matter is settled you can leave your husband. "
" But you must realized that she and my husband will continue to
see one another until then, are you prepared to accept this? "
" Yes I am. It won't matter much since their affair has been going
on for well over a year now and I don't think another eight or nine
months longer will matter much. Beside, if you let me, we could
once in a while see each other, it will make this waiting more
bearable. "
As I said this I observed her carefully. I was hopping that she
would let me see her again since I had really experienced a great
deal of pleasure in her arms, and judging by her reaction she had
also enjoy my fucking her. She was an extremely beautiful and
shapely woman and I had no doubt in my mind that I could easily
fall in love with her. She didn't answered but I could tell that she
was pleased.
" Very well, I will pretend to be ignorant of his affairs with your
fiancée. I must say thought that it will take much willpower from
my part, but don't worry I will not let him know. "
" I knew that I could count on you. Thank you. "
Before leaving her we kissed again. I was ready to have another
fuck with her but it was getting late and I didn't want her husband
to see me in his house. So I left her with the promise of getting in
touch with her in a couple of days.
The very next evening, Mary and I went to a movie. As usual, after
the movie I drove the car to our usual secluded spot just outside the
city limit. In less than fifteen minutes I already had my hands
inside her panties. She offered no resistance whatsoever to my
boldness. Then, of her own undertaking, she began to rub the front
of my pants.
Wishing to see just how far she would go, I didn't try to go further
than rubbing her cunt.
When she realized that it was not my intention to do anything else,
she boldly opened my pants and with her own hands she took my
erected cock out. Less than a minute later she had the tip of my
cock in her mouth and was eagerly sucking it. With all of her
experienced she stopped before I climaxed and she suddenly asked
me if I wanted to put in inside her.
Of course I did. For the last year and a half I had been dreaming
about this moment.
It was a fantastic fuck. I even pretended not to notice that her
maiden membrane was all but gone and of course she didn't offer
any explanation either.
Even thought she was sure that she had seduced me into fucking
her, I could tell that she enjoyed fucking and I then realized what a
hot-blooded woman she was. Her moaning and sighting were as
loud and as sincere as anything I had heard when she was with Mr.
Kingston, and more still, she second each of my shoves within her
with pushing of her own.
When I shot my load into her vagina, she already had experienced
at least three orgasms and possibly more. She let me know that she
was willing and ready for more of the same by holding me in a
tight grip while I was still well lodged within her.
Who could refuse such an invitation? I thus began to fuck her
again.
Yes, I told myself, Mary was a very good actress. Has I not seen
and head her a great number of times with Mr. Kingston, I would
never have doubt her sincerity when she said that she loved me.
Maybe she did love me, after all it is possible for a woman to love
two men at the same time. Nevertheless I also knew that she was
anxious to let me fuck her so as to blame her pregnant condition on
me at a later time.
From that evening on I never had trouble getting into her cunt.
Each and every time we went out together we would always end
the evening in a grand fuck. After my first fuck with her, I was
curious to see if she would let Mr. Kingston still have her, and the
very next evening I watched her entering Mr. Kingston office.
" How did it go with Peter? "
I could tell that he was nervous and he asked her the question
before she even had the chance to utter a single word.
" We went out last evening, he doesn't suspect anything. "
" I know that, but did he had sex with you? "
Mary remained quiet for a long time and I would have given plenty
to know hat she was thinking. Had she finally realized that he was
thinking only of himself and wanted more than anything to put the
blame of her condition on me? For a while I thought that she was
going to end her affair with him right then. But I was disappointed
when she lowered her head in a submissive way and I heard her
answered in a very soft voice, almost a whisper.
" Yes, I did let him take me. "
Mr. Kingston's expression changed from one of worry to one of
delight. He walked close to her and he seized her in his arms.
" Then we have nothing to worry dear. We can go on as before and
not worry about your condition. Of course when you tell him in a
month that you are with a child he will insist that you get marry as
soon as possible so as to save your reputation. "
Mary didn't say a word as he removed her coat. Then he proceeded
to fondle her breasts and in a few minutes she was naked from the
waist up. When he fucked her that evening, she reacted with an
enthusiasm that I had never seen in her before. I didn't feel in the
least angry as I watched him drive his cock where only a day
before it had been my own erection that had been sliding in and
out.
The next time Mary went to see him, I went to see Kathleen. I told
her what had happen since my last visit and in a very short time we
were kissing and fucking.
I could tell that she liked me and was probably in the process of
falling in love with me.
Mary and I got married in the middle of April and even the day
preceding our marriage I watched her and Mr. Kingston have sex
together. By now I was so used to watch them that it had no more
effect on me as if they were just talking.
For our honeymoon we went by train to the coat and we remained
there for two weeks in a small cottage that I rented.
It was a most happy time for both of us and had we not returned
home, I think that I would have forgotten everything about Mr.
Kingston and Kathleen.
But we did return home after two weeks and the very next day
after of arrival home Mr. Kingston had sex with her in his office. It
was a most passionate reunion and it went on for over two hours.
He fuck her half a dozen times and she sucked his cock for a long
time.
She had been so passionate and seemed so sincere when we were
on our honeymoon that for a while I thought that she would not see
him again, but alas, her desire to see him was stronger than her
sense of fidelity toward me.
Mary gave birth to a baby girl on the twelve of December of the
same year. We had been married just under eight months and to
reassure her I told her as a joke that I must have impregnate her on
that very first fuck in my car, this I said plus the fact that the baby
had been borne prematurely explain the eight months pregnancy.
Naturally she didn't bring any argument to my reasoning and she
did everything in her power to encourage this explanation of the
fact that she had given an early birth.
Soon after the baby was born, events began to happen very fast.
First, Mary's parents were killed in a fire that destroyed the theatre
they were in.
Not long after that Mary insisted that she wanted to work again,
she claimed that with her father gone I needed her help to take care
of the administration of the four stores. We hired a nanny to take
care of the baby and she took back her old job of collecting the
sales slips and receipts at the end of each day. I knew exactly her
true intention of course, since each and every day she saw Mr.
Kingston. I even watch her fuck with her lover on a few occasions
after she began working. It didn't make me feel jealous in the least,
her affairs with Mr. Kingston was now an accepted fact in my life,
beside by now I was deeply in love with his wife who was now in
her six months of pregnancy with my baby.
Kathleen had a baby boy exactly three months after Mary gave
birth to Mr. Kingston's baby.
After she gave birth to our baby, Kathleen couldn't no longer keep
the secret we both shared, and one evening when her husband
came home late, she let the cat out of the bag and she told him that
I was aware of his affair with my wife and worst still, that I knew
that he was the father of Mary's daughter.
Mary and Mr. Kingston finally moved together into another town
where he opened a store of his own with my wife share of her
father's money.
As for me I moved in with Kathleen and have been living with her
even since.
END