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Pillow Talk
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)
***
Two people who have known each other all their lives
fall in love. (MF, inc, rom, 1st)
***
Note: You ever make love with a sibling, a twin,
someone you've known literally all your life? Studies
suggest that most siblings experiment with sexual play
to a degree, and that usually ends when puberty
arrives. Some I've known are different, the bond
between them linking them together for their lifetime.
I can't remember when I first felt the attraction to my
brother, perhaps as early as the womb. We were
fraternal twins, Benjamin and Bonnie. We were the only
kids our parents had, and according to Mom we were
enough. Very different and almost never dressing alike,
we were still two peas from the same pod. Ben's eyes
were blue and mine were light grey, his hair short and
blond, mine long and dark. If you didn't know we were
related, you would have never guessed by our
appearance.
We owned a ranch/farm combination in the plains of
North Dakota, 3800 acres in all. (For you city
slickers, that almost 6 square miles of dirt under
fence) The nearest town was Cameron, 5 miles down a
mostly gravel road. Population was about 450, most of
them just like us. The school, a couple of bars, the
grocery store, and the usual gas stations near the
interstate, along with the grain elevator and the oil
company comprised most of the town. For Wal-Mart and
the like we traveled to Bismarck, 85 miles away.
School was hard for both of us and living so far out
meant there was little chance of after-school
activities. There was always work around the ranch,
feeding the stock or fixing fence. I learned to drive
the tractor when I was twelve, mowing hay for the cows.
Ben got to drive the combine and one of the pickups
during harvest, while I was relegated to the kitchen to
help Mom feed the temporary workers.
Puberty at 14 became awkward for me as I suddenly
became aware of my body and it's unique requirements.
Ben and I had been inseparable from the first, sharing
a room in the small farmhouse. Our shared moments of
casual nudity in the bath or the creek became
embarrassing for us both as we stared at the changes
taking place. One problem was that Ben and I had slept
together since I could remember, and I was lonely. Mom
said it was ok to share the room but not the bed
anymore, 'because I was a woman now'. It was a
frustrating and confusing time for me, I'd lost half of
myself and didn't know why.
Cuddling my pillows at night I dreamt of Ben and the
comfort I'd experienced being near him, being touched,
being held while I slept. We still talked and did our
homework together, but I wanted to recapture the
closeness we had shared as youngsters. I tolerated the
situation as best I could until we turned 15, the
frustration building to the bursting point. The
planting was done, summer was almost here and I decided
if I didn't act soon, I'd lose him forever.
One night as we readied for bed, I said "Ben, we have
to talk." Putting down his magazine, he sat up and said
"Ok."
"Where did we go? What's happened to the us I used to
know?"
"We're still here, we're just different people," he
smiled.
"We're NOT different, we're the same as before, only
something's happened," I blubbered, unable to hold back
the tears. He stood and walked the few feet separating
our beds and sat with me, curling his arm around my
shoulder.
"We grew up," he said softly, wiping a tear from my
face.
"Don't you miss me in the bed?" I asked, afraid of his
answer.
"Of course I do, but after you started having your
monthlies and Dad talked to me, I figured we better
not," he replied.
"Why?" I cried, "were you afraid we'd start having
sex?" He considered that for awhile and said "No, but I
think that's what they are afraid of." I'd never
considered the possibility of sex with Ben or any boy,
preferring to satisfy myself with my fingers.
"You're very pretty," he said, smoothing my hair back
and kissing my cheek.
"You're not helping the situation," I said, laughing
despite my feelings.
"Ever thought about dating somebody?" he asked.
"Who'd want to drive all the way to the house?" I
replied.
He nodded and I said "Besides, it's not 'somebody' I
want to be close to, it's you."
He walked to the window and stared out for a few
minutes, not saying a word. Afraid that I had scared
him or offended in some unknown way, I walked to him
and hugged him from the back, slipping my arms around
his waist.
"Remember when we were kids," I said, "we used to play
in the hayloft?"
"Mmm," he said.
"Remember swimming in the creek?" I asked, putting my
head on his shoulder.
"Mm-hm," he replied.
"What I really miss is you holding me as I fall
asleep," I whispered, my secret out in the open at
last.
He turned and took me in his arms, his limp manhood
bumping my stomach as he took me in his arms and hugged
me tight, saying "I know, I know." I cried quietly for
awhile, getting his shoulder wet and soaking in the
comfort and love I'd been denied for so long. I
recovered a little, and he said "You better take a
shower before it gets too late," putting a kiss on my
forehead. I nodded and walked to the bathroom,
stripping off my clothes.
When I came out in my nightie, the only light in the
room was his bedside lamp turned low, and he said "Come
here." As I went to him he threw the covers back and
patted the mattress next to him, saying "Here ok?"
I grinned and climbed in, snuggling closely, my butt
against his stomach. He had his shorts on but I could
still feel the bulge of his equipment nestled in my
crack. Uncaring, I pulled his arm over me and placed
his hand on my belly, holding it there.
"Thank you," I whispered.
You're welcome," he whispered back, "G'nite."
'Night," I said, feeling once again that I was where I
belonged.
***
The next few nights were bliss for me as I hugged and
slept close to my other half. My attitude improved and
my disposition was positively sunny as I went about my
daily chores. Dad came up to us just before lunch one
day and said "We've got about 60 head loose over on
Ned's place, can you two go over there and get them
back without killing yourselves?" Normally an adult's
job, rounding up strays was difficult and dangerous.
Proud at being chosen for the job, we hurried through
lunch and saddled our horses.
My mare Domino was 7 years old and easy to get ready,
Ben's Dancer was a 4 year old gelding who was green-
broke and nervous. Going up the west fence line to see
where they'd gotten out, I put Domino into an easy
canter and stood up in the stirrups, letting her run.
Dancer followed, snorting and blowing as he smelled the
great outdoors.
A mile or two up we found the hole, about 30 yards of
barbed wire was on the ground, the poles snapped off.
The cattle were all within 500 yards, contentedly
munching on the grass in Ned's pasture. Ned's Jeep was
parked on a rise watching them, and we waved as we
gathered them in a group and herded them back. Once
they were all back inside our property line, we
tethered the horses and proceeded to repair the fence.
The posts would have to wait for another day, but we
could restring the wire temporarily to keep all but the
most determined inside.
Finished, I took off my gloves and wiped my forehead,
grinning at Ben.
"That wasn't so hard!" I laughed.
"No, not this time," he agreed.
"It's early yet, wanna go for a swim?" I asked.
"Where?" he asked.
"Creek," I replied. He nodded and we mounted, letting
the horses walk in that direction.
"I didn't bring a suit," he said as we arrived among
the trees that surrounded the creek bed.
"I didn't either," I smiled, dropping Domino's reins to
the ground. She'd stay near me as long as she had grass
to eat and water to drink, and I hoped Dancer would
follow her example. The creek was actually a small
stream, winding and bending its way through the low
ground on the back of our land. Cottonwoods grew near
the edge, providing shade and cover. I stripped off
everything but my panties and looked at him, asking
"Ready?"
He stared at my chest, mesmerized by the sight of my
small breasts. Coughing to cover his embarrassment at
being caught, he said "I guess." I grabbed his hand and
yelled "Come on then!" dragging him toward the water. I
waded in and he followed, getting into the spirit of
the occasion and pulling on my ankle, trying to dunk
me. We splashed and played for a few minutes in the
cold water, dunking each other at will. Tired and
flushed with play, we got out and sat on the grass at
the bank, dangling our toes in the water. I took off my
underwear and wrung them out, hanging them on a branch.
"What are you doing?" he asked, blushing.
"Can't ride home with a wet butt, can I?" I replied,
smiling at him.
"Guess not," he said and removed his, hanging them next
to mine.
I glanced at his groin and saw his limp penis nestled
in the hair, held up by his testicles. Much hairier
than the last time I'd laid eyes on it, I thought it
was beautiful.
"You grew," I said, nodding my head in the direction of
his crotch.
"So did you," he replied, "I was beginning to wonder if
your bumps would ever get bigger," he laughed.
"You like 'em?" I asked, lowering my eyes, very much
aware of his gaze.
"They're pretty," he said quietly, "I like the way the
ends tip up."
We sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts for
awhile, enjoying our closeness.
I checked my panties and they were almost dry, so I put
them on, shivering with the feeling of the dampness
hitting the warmth between my legs. I pulled up my
pants and tugged on the zipper, watching him do the
same only two feet away. On impulse I closed the
distance between us and stood directly in front of him,
putting my hands on his hips. I kissed his nose and
looked into his eyes, smiling. He kissed my forehead as
I took his hands and slid them up my ribcage, pressing
his palms against the sides of my breasts. I kissed him
on the mouth then, a slow lingering kiss of love,
without the tongue and the passion that I felt inside,
but enough to let him know I was his if he wanted me.
His thumbs rubbed my nipples, making me moan softly as
they hardened from the touch. He backed away
afterwards, shaking his head to clear it and said "Come
on, we better go." I put on my bra and snapped it shut,
then put on my shirt and tucked it in. Whistling for
Domino, I prepared to ride home
***
Riding back we didn't say much, and I examined my
emotions. I was no stranger to sex, I'd seen the calves
born and the dogs mating since I was 6, anyone raised
on a farm knows the basics of reproduction early in
life. I wanted to share with Ben, but did that mean
becoming his lover? Did I want his penis inside me, did
I want the intimacy of the act itself, or did I want
the nearness of him? Much more important to me was what
he wanted, would our relationship crumble if I pushed
myself on him and perhaps forced him to do something we
both thought was wrong? As we rode into the yard and
put the horses away, I decided to let things happen as
they would, I wouldn't push or demand, I'd simply be
available if he needed me.
We never repeated our scene at the creek, although I
began going topless to bed, cuddling on his chest with
my breasts against his stomach, going to sleep with his
heartbeat in my ear. I quit locking the door to the
bathroom as I showered, realizing I didn't mind if he
saw me naked. He would snap his towel at my butt
sometimes as we traded places and laugh "Gotcha!" as I
squealed with the sting. Things were normal again, and
I was happy.
***
Fall came, bringing harvest and school. Flush with cash
from our chores, we went with the folks to Bismarck and
shopped for clothes and school supplies, spending the
day in the city and eating dinner out. No bus was
available to give us a ride to school, so Dad said we
could use the pickup to ride back and forth. Each
morning as I got dressed, no longer shy with my body,
I'd ask Ben "How do I look?" He would nod his
acceptance of my outfit or suggest a different blouse,
smiling "Great!" I had to admit I was dressing for him
and not my classmates, I wasn't interested in anyone's
opinion but his.
The cold weather started, and we usually ran the pickup
for 10 minutes before beginning our trip. Bundling up
in our parkas and snow boots, we shivered to keep warm
until the heater kicked in. Evenings we'd do our
homework at the kitchen table, watch a little TV, and
get ready for bed. Whoever got into their bed first and
warmed it up was the bed of choice for that night, and
the other would bring their pillow and cuddle in,
whispering comments about our day. I wore flannel
pajamas most of the time without anything underneath,
needing the body heat from him. His were cotton and he
normally only wore the bottoms, leaving his chest bare
for me to snuggle against.
Our pillow talk was quiet most nights, the folks were
going to sleep in their room and we didn't like to get
yelled at. He gradually confessed that he had missed me
terribly, but being a man meant not showing your
emotions and he had kept his mouth shut, swallowing his
disappointment. It was during these conversations, a
quiet sharing of touch and breath, perhaps a soft kiss
or two, that I fell in love with him. I'd loved him
before, but differently. Once I realized the extent of
my feelings, I knew I'd be with him always. I don't
know how many times after that I fell asleep with his
hand curled around the curve of one or the other of my
breasts or on my belly, his fingertips resting in my
pubic hair.
Christmas came and we broke from school, glad for the
break in our routine. It snowed frequently, requiring
the use of a rope to get from the house to the barn to
check the animals during the worst of the storms. Being
lost outside with the possibility of freezing to death
within shouting distance of the house was entirely
possible and to be avoided at all costs. I got a new
bridle for Domino and some new clothes as gifts, while
Ben received the keys to a near-new pickup for his use.
(Editors note: Temperatures sometimes reach 40 and 50
below zero, with the wind chills approaching 75 and 80
below--those of you who don't believe are invited to
visit during January.)
I noticed that Ben had developed a habit of snuggling
with me for awhile and then getting out of bed,
ostensibly to use the bathroom. I knew he was relieving
the sexual tension by jerking off, sometimes I could
hear him grunting as he climaxed. I would use the time
alone to finger myself, getting a quickie of a shiver
and dampening the back of my pajamas. I didn't want to
push, but I knew that sex for us was inevitable. I had
to be patient.
***
One night as he threw the covers back to get out of
bed, I put my hand on his chest and said "Let me."
"Let you what?" he asked, unbelieving.
I slipped my hand under the waistband of his pj's and
cradled his warm flesh, stroking the half-hardness and
trailing my fingertips over his balls.
"Do it for you," I whispered, grasping him firmly and
beginning to stroke up and down.
"Uhh, it's liable to be messy," he hissed back
"I know, I've got some tissues," I said.
He didn't move or say no, so I grabbed his waistband
and pulled it down, exposing his cock. He arched his
hips and pulled them down some more, shivering as the
cold air hit his genitals. I propped myself up on one
elbow and stroked him firmly but gently, watching it
swell with the attention. His tip was in view, the
crown flared and purple looking, straining upward to
it's full length. It didn't take long and I was treated
to a throbbing in my hand as his cock released it's
load on his stomach, several squirts of hot milky
looking fluid. I continued to pump gently as he groaned
quietly and bucked his hips, the last of it dribbling
onto the back of my hand.
"God!" he whispered, shaking his head. I wiped the mess
from my hand and his belly, throwing the tissues in the
basket near the bed. I pulled up the covers and asked
"Better now?" when I was done.
"Mmm-hmm," he sighed, wrapping his arms around me.
Before I drifted off, the last thing I think I heard
him say was a soft "I love you."
In the morning I made sure I took our trash out to the
burn barrel, aware that our relationship had again
shifted. I enjoyed making him happy, and if that was
what it took I didn't care. I also knew that if Mom
ever found out, there'd be hell to pay. I continued to
jerk him off a couple of times a week, using a warm
washcloth to wipe up the mess each time, because I
might forget the tissues in the trash. When I took it
from it's hiding place each night, I would rinse it out
and get it ready for use, smiling at the thought.
It warmed in March and the rains came, washing away the
last of the snow and creating vast amounts of mud
everywhere. We slid off the road into the ditch one
morning on the way to school, so we walked back to the
house for three miles in a driving rainstorm. Dad got
the tractor and took Ben back to pull it out, leaving
me alone in the house with my Mother. I changed into
dry clothes and came into the kitchen as she poured a
cup of coffee. I grabbed a mug and followed suit, it
was too late to go to school and I thought an
unscheduled day off would be nice.
"You two ok?" she asked.
"Got wet, but we're fine," I assured her.
"You're in love, aren't you?" she asked, startling me.
"No, I don't think so," I replied, thinking about Ben's
arms around me.
"You better be careful," she admonished, shaking her
finger at me.
"I will, don't worry," I said, uncertain of what she
meant. Did she know, had she heard us late at night? A
sudden chill ran up my spine at the possibility, and I
drank from my cup to hide my face.
Nothing more was said, and I helped Ben clean up the
truck when he got back, relieved that the talk had gone
no farther. A few days later I got the surprise of my
life when Mom announced at breakfast that I wouldn't be
going to school that day, I was to go with her to
Bismarck. Dad merely nodded and smiled, drinking his
coffee. I gave Ben a quick kiss on the cheek as he
left, telling him "See you tonight."
Mom was silent in the car, not answering my questions
and scaring me no end until we pulled into the parking
lot of a clinic near the hospital.
"You have an appointment with Doctor Gerdes this
morning, she will tell you what to do and you will do
it, is that clear?" she asked, a menacing tone in her
voice I had rarely heard before.
"Yes ma'am," I said, baffled by the circumstances. I
wasn't sick, was I?
"Now go, I'll wait here for you," she said, her hands
trembling as she lit a cigarette and stared out the
opposite window.
I got out of the car and entered the clinic, giving my
name and telling the receptionist I had an appointment.
I waited in the lounge while people came and went, most
of them obviously pregnant, some of them in the company
of husbands, or girlfriends in the same condition. I
filled out a form with what I knew of my medical
history as I waited, checking the boxes that applied to
me and leaving others blank. My name was called and I
was ushered into a small room and told to strip.
Putting on the tiny gown they provided, I sat on the
edge of the examining table with my hands between my
knees, shivering.
A woman came in with a stethoscope around her neck and
introduced herself as the Doctor, and told me to relax.
"Are you sexually active?" she asked, bringing a flush
to my cheeks as I hung my head and answered "No."
"Let's see what we have, then," she said, gently
pushing me back on the table. She raised my legs and
put my feet into something cold and metallic, spreading
my legs. I blushed furiously red as she inserted a
gloved finger, probing gently and mumbling something I
didn't understand to the nurse. She took a blood sample
and checked my blood pressure, declaring me entirely
normal for my age.
"Do you even know why you're here?" she asked.
"My mother brought me," I said, thinking that maybe I
knew why after all.
"Ok, you're getting a prescription for birth control
pills," she smiled, "not unusual for someone your
age.......you know that the pill doesn't protect you
against sexually transmitted diseases, right?"
I nodded and she said "You can get dressed now, pick up
the slip at the front desk and have it filled before
you leave......you'll have to take them for one full
cycle before you can stop using condoms, ok?" I knew
what condoms were but had never seen one, but I nodded
ok and she left, patting me on the arm and telling me
"You'll be fine."
I wiped up the mess between my legs as best I could and
got dressed, slipping on my shoes as the nurse re-
entered the room. "Follow me," she said. She led me to
the pharmacy and I waited again, signing my name on the
slip the pharmacist handed me and getting a small paper
bag in exchange.
"Start them right after your next period," he said.
"Thanks," I replied, hurrying out the door and walking
to the car.
Mom looked into the bag and nodding her head in
approval, started the car and drove out of the lot. I
read the directions as she drove, the radio low and Mom
not saying a word. She slowed the car about a mile from
the turnoff and parked on an approach, the tires
crunching gravel. Switching off the engine, she sighed
and lit another cigarette, rolling down her window.
"Why?" I asked to break the silence.
"Because I want you to be protected," she replied.
"You always said your pregnancy was easy for you," I
replied.
"Yours might be too, but I don't want you to be
pregnant unless you decide to be," she said.
"I'm not ready to do that just yet," I said, unsure if
I was telling the truth.
"Well, I've seen the signs, if you aren't ready yet you
will be soon," she said.
I blushed at the thought and she asked "Did you know
you and your brother were unplanned?" she said, tears
leaking from her eyes.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I met your Father and fell in love," she sobbed,
shaking with her memories.
"You're still in love with him?" I asked.
"Of course, and I love the two of you, I always have,
but it happened so fast, I was so young and unprepared.
I don't want you going through the fear and anxiety I
did."
"Thank you," I replied.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone, especially Ben,
please?" she asked.
"I promise, Mom," I replied, hugging her tight. Finally
getting a grip on her emotions, she twisted the key to
start the car, wiping her eyes and stubbing out her
cigarette. When we reached the yard she parked and
looked in the mirror, wiping her eyes again and
fluffing her hair. "Remember, not a word to anyone,"
she whispered as she hugged me.
"What do I tell Ben about where I went today?" I asked.
"The truth" she said, walking to the house.
In the hours before supper I walked around the place,
saying hello to Domino and Dancer, feeding them an
apple. I knew more about my mother now than ever
before, a secret that was as unnerving as it was dark,
a broken dream. I was very grateful she hadn't aborted
us, knowing how easily she could have done so. I
thought I might want babies someday, but I knew I
couldn't handle the responsibility right now. In about
a month I would be free to share my body with Ben if I
liked, the consequences of the choice looming in my
mind like a thunderhead.
Feeling very grown up, I took my first pill a week
later when my period started, as per directions. Ben
rubbed my belly to ease the cramps that night, as
always concerned about me and how I felt. I told him I
was on the pill now, getting a non-committal grunt in
return. I decided he didn't know what that meant, how I
thought of it as freedom for us, and didn't explain
further.
***
The days came and went in rapid succession, spring
planting giving way to summer heat and the joy of no
school. We had our birthday, a sweet 16 for me with
some of my friends, and a trip to the Pizza Parlor for
an evening of fun. I gave Ben a sterling silver
bracelet with a heart engraved on it later that night,
with a soft kiss on his lips and a long hug, just to
remind him I loved him.
I was on my third cycle of pills, but Ben and I hadn't
progressed beyond petting and giving each other quiet
orgasms in bed. For now that was enough, feeling his
warm hands roaming my body and giving me pleasure
beyond my wildest dreams. His mouth on my nipples and
his hand between my legs were heaven on earth. Every
once in awhile Mom would arch her eyebrows and look at
me inquisitively, asking the obvious, 'did you do it
yet?' I'd smile and shake my head no, getting a sigh
and look of relief from her.
We rode to the creek one day, bringing a blanket and
some snacks, intending to spend the day. I'd also
packed a little surprise, a tube of lubricant jelly
that I'd bought at the truck stop. The cashier was the
daughter of the lady who owned it and a classmate, who
gave me a knowing smile as I stuffed it in my purse. I
got the blanket ready and put our things within easy
reach, then stripped naked and dove in the water, not
waiting for Ben. I watched from the water as he
disrobed, his beautiful strong body becoming visible in
sections. Wide-shouldered and slim-hipped, his cute
little butt was a sight! The view of his penis excited
me, and my puss gave a little twitch as I leaked. He
dove in and swam to me, reaching to dunk me. I let him
and swam away underwater, imagining I was a seal or
other creature of the depths, never having to surface
for air.
I was drying off when he returned to the blanket,
dripping and shaking his head in my direction in an
attempt to get me wet. I pushed him away laughing and
picked up the sunscreen, applying it to my body. I did
him too, even to the crack of his butt, and he finished
my back for me when I stretched out on the ground. He
lay beside me and held my hand as we sunned and soaked
up the welcome heat. We turned occasionally basting the
other side, the few puffs of breeze that touched us
bringing on a goose bump or two.
"Hungry?" I asked, sitting up.
"Yes," he replied enthusiastically, sitting up to face
me and crossing his legs. We ate a sandwich and drank
from our cans, no longer crisp and cold. I stood and
pulled him up, then waded into the water to the
shallows, turning about hip-deep and embracing him,
pulling him under. We surfaced and knelt in the
lukewarm water, only inches apart, and I felt for his
cock where I thought it would be. Warm and rubbery, it
greeted my hand by starting to grow, twitching in my
palm. I moved my hand and stroked him, getting little
murmurs of appreciation while he nuzzled my neck. I
held his head with one hand and kissed him then, as
passionate as I could make it, using my tongue and lips
with all I had.
His cock grew bigger in response, and I stood and
tugged at him, urging him toward the blanket. We lay
down and grappled with each other, all thought of
silence and restraint gone. I moaned and whined as he
kissed me deep and caressed my breasts and my pussy,
stroking my clit. I pushed him away and straddled him
on my hands and knees, kissing his mouth and chest with
abandon, nibbling his nipples with my lips and rubbing
my inflamed pussy on his hardness. It got slick and
slippery very quickly as I rocked to and fro, kissing
him and feeling his hands on my nipples, gently
pinching. I let him know that what he was doing was
nice by moaning loudly when he would touch an extra
sensitive spot.
I hunched harder, trying to get the shaft of his penis
near my clit, succeeding at last by pushing my butt
down. Electric tingles started in my groin and I
screamed with joy as the first one hit me, curling my
toes and tensing my legs.
"Yeah..yeah..yeah..yeah," I moaned as I humped his
cock, unwilling to stop without another. I kept moving
and humping, each stroke of his rock-hard shaft rolling
my clit and causing sparkles behind my eyes. I came
again and so did he, squirting his come all over his
chest and the bottom of his chin, grunting as I pounded
him. I felt him start to shrink and slowed down,
lowering myself onto his chest and smearing his come
all over us. I wiggled and looked up at him, giggling
with pride.
"I love you," I said, kissing his nose.
"I've always loved you," he said softly, giving me
another kiss.
We rolled apart and laughed as the sticky goo of his
come clung to us and ran down our bellies. Shrieking
with laughter I ran to the water and jumped in, rinsing
myself. The heat between my legs hadn't subsided at
all, and I hoped there was more. He stumbled into the
water as I got out, laughing and splashing himself. I
dried off and waited for him to return, anxious to
continue our play. He swam across and back, climbing
out and reaching the blanket, huffing with the effort.
I threw him his towel and stood closely, waiting to get
my hug. He dropped the towel and wrapped his arms
around me once more, sucking lightly on my neck.
The mood was somber for a few moments when I asked him
"You ever?"
Shaking his head no he asked "You?"
"Unh-uh," I replied, getting a mumbled "good" from his
mouth as I kissed him. We lay side by side on the
blanket, touching and exploring, getting aroused and
ready for the moment to be right. I was wet, his
fingers probing and spreading my juices, opening me.
His cock was hard, the shaft straining as I held it
tight and bent to lick it, swallowing a drop of the
clear liquid on the tip.
I rolled onto him and dangled my breasts in his face,
telling him "Go ahead."
"Can I?" he asked as he held one with both hands and
brought his mouth to the nipple.
"Anything you want," I whispered, lost in the feelings
of his mouth on my tender flesh. I came twice while he
nursed at my nipples, rubbing my clit on his refreshed
cock. The connection between the two felt like fire
under my skin when he sucked hard.
I grasped his penis, reaching under me and pointing it
in the general direction of my hole. Placing his
cockhead just below my clit, I pushed down on it and
squatted slightly, forcing him partway inside.
"Whhooo," he breathed, tensing up. I squatted down a
bit more, pushing him deeper, holding it there for a
minute to get used to his size. I looked down and saw a
fraction of him was inside, the veins on his cock
standing out and pulsing. I started rocking back and
forth, urging him deeper with each stroke, waiting for
the sting of my hymen being broken. I put one hand on
his belly to stop him from joining me in stroking,
telling him "Let me do it, please."
The pain I expected never came until the tip of his
penis bumped my cervix, making me shiver. It wasn't
really a pain either, more like sudden pressure that
was instantly released. I glanced down again and saw
our pubic hair matted together, nothing visible but our
mingled hair and our bellies. I settled my hips on him,
applying a little more weight to our joining and
forcing him deeper, kissing him.
"Aaaaahhhhh, Ben, it feels so goooooood!" I said,
trembling at being stretched open and filled with his
gorgeous cock. I sat up and held his hands together,
working my inner muscles to stimulate his length,
squeezing and releasing, watching the emotions play
over his face. He groaned and closed his eyes, then
opened them and looked at me, saying "You're
wonderful".
I teased for a few more moments and then got down to
the serious business of fucking. I was right on the
edge of a huge orgasm and getting impatient. I put my
hands under his armpits on the blanket and starting
rocking, tightening my muscles as I went down and
loosening them as I came up. 20 or 30 strokes that way,
then I reversed myself, milking his cock on the
upstroke. I started to come and shrieked
"Aaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" as it began, my hips no longer
under my control. He began some movement of his own,
meeting my thrusts and making our bodies slam together
with a gushy sound. Slap.....slap....slap I heard
dimly, almost oblivious to everything but the movement
of his penis, filling and emptying me in cycles. My
legs were cramping up, I couldn't breathe right, my
face was numb and my toes felt like they were curled to
my heels. Suddenly I felt a warm gusher inside, the
glove of my vagina becoming instantly slipperier as he
poured his come into me. I felt throb after throb as
it emptied itself inside me, squeezing it to prolong
the joy.
"Aaaaaahhh!" he yelled as the last drops dribbled out,
his chest heaving with giant breaths.
"I did it! I made you come! " I yelled, slowing my
thrusts, feeling him start to soften. I wriggled my
hips in circles as my orgasms began to fade, getting a
little 'pop' of remaining pleasure when he'd brush my
clit.
I stopped and settled again, his warm stiffness still
inside, and kissed him with love. Despite my best
efforts to keep him in me, he fell out with a soft plop
a few minutes later and rolled on his back, his forearm
shielding his eyes. I pushed my drenched pussy against
his hip and snuggled, putting my arm across him. I
dozed a few minutes and woke to hear him snoring
softly. Laughing to myself, I waded into the creek and
rinsed, wetting a washcloth I'd brought for just this
occasion. My pussy was sore, a pleasant ache that
filled me from belly button to asshole, and I was
immensely happy. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I
walked to him.
He awoke as I cleaned him, gently swabbing his now
flaccid cock with the cloth.
"Harunh?" he groaned, and I said "Ssshhhhh, it's only
me." Wiping the last of it from his leg, I bent and
kissed his penis, testing for a taste. Nothing but warm
skin I decided, and curled next to him again. Later we
went swimming again, ate some more and played some
more. I got on my hands and knees like I'd seen the
animals do and he fucked me deep from behind, making me
come at least a half-dozen times. We got home just
before dark, and I had to endure the knowing look I got
from my mother. I'd made the choice, I'd have to live
with the consequences.
We put the horses away with an extra ration of feed and
went to our room. I waited until he was in the shower
and joined him, squeezing my breasts against him as I
closed the door behind me.
"No sense wasting water for two showers," I giggled as
his eyes lit up and he hugged me. I washed him
including the good parts, and he returned the favor,
moving the rag over me gently in the sore spots.
"I'm sorry," he said as we dried off.
"Why?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the tub and
drying my feet.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, looking so sad
and forlorn I had to laugh.
"I asked for it, and thank you for giving me what I
wanted," I replied, watching him blush.
I piled my hair into my towel, wrapping it around my
head. I stepped next to him and pushed my belly against
his, telling him "The ache in my pussy I relish, the
one I love gave it to me......the one in my heart from
being denied for so long will take longer to heal." I
kissed him, not a wet passionate one, only the warm
pressure of my lips, a promise of the future. Later I
sat on the bed as he brushed my hair, savoring the
touch and the love that went with it. He cupped my
breasts and kissed my neck when he was done, whispering
"I love you" over and over for the longest time. We
never did use the jelly.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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