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Billy's Luck
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

A well-endowed youngster tells about his good life and 
many loves. (MF, 1st, size, rom)

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I guess I'm one of the luckiest guys around. I've got 
lots of friends, both male and female, my teachers like 
me, my parents are reasonably happy with my behavior 
and school's easy most of the time, and best of all 
I've got two pretty sisters who have decided that my 
sperm keeps them acne-free and with what they call a 
healthy glow. They call it "refreshing," what we do 
together. Sometimes they actually rub it on their faces 
and boobs, but usually they just swallow it down or 
absorb it from their wonderfully tight vaginas after I 
fill them with my seed. I think they are wrong, but I'm 
sure not going to tell them.

I'm fifteen this summer, going into my junior year of 
high school next year, and I'm reasonably well hung and 
don't have any trouble hooking up with girls in my 
class and a few that are older. It's a slow week when I 
don't bonk some pretty little skirt and enjoy the sound 
her squealing climax as she writhes and kicks beneath 
me, sometimes out in the open or in their family car 
but often in her bedroom. And I generally get them 
coming more than once, in fact I think three's about 
average. Even after I ejaculate, I can usually hump for 
five minutes or so. I try not to brag, but I have 
never, ever left a girl unsatisfied, and I must have 
done a couple of dozen at least. I wish now I had kept 
track.

It all started about two and a half years ago now, on 
the evening of my thirteenth birthday, when I my older 
sister, she's called Kelly and she's a beauty, came 
into my room when the house was dark and quiet and 
everybody was in bed, probably around midnight I guess. 
I was kneading my balls and having a wonderful fantasy 
about doing Margie Phillips, the class slut of the 8th 
grade who had agreed to go to the movies with me 
Saturday night. Movies with Margie meant at least a 
blowjob and, with any luck at all, going all the way 
and that was my goal, either way getting my rocks off. 
At the time I had enjoyed a few sloppy bj's but I was 
still very much a virgin.

Now Kelly is four years older than I am, and she was 
already going to college, the local community college. 
She's real smart. I guess she probably weighed as much 
as I did, around 150, but she sure was built 
differently. She was taller than I was then, and she 
had a body that might have produced an erection on one 
of those plaster statues at church. No matter what she 
was wearing, it was hard to look at her without getting 
hard, if you know what I mean. A wet dream on wheels, 
and she jiggled when she walked, her hips rolling like 
they were on ball bearings.

Kelly had been the homecoming queen when she was a 
junior, and she had started doing department store 
modeling when she was a senior. I don't have any idea 
when she started being, as they say, sexually active, 
but she had boys and men drooling over her all the 
time, calling and coming by the house. Just then, when 
I turned 13, she had one with a Corvette, another with 
a brand new Z3 roadster and a third with a classic 
Jaguar, a 140, which of course was really his father's, 
all squiring her off to parties and dances and dinner 
and stuff and probably slipping it to her every chance 
they got. My big sister was super hot, but I had never 
even thought about fucking her, honest. Seeing her 
naked, yes; boning her, no, never.

When Kelly stepped into my room, the light from the 
hall briefly showed me she was wearing those frilly 
babydoll pjs that were enough to give any boy a heart 
attack as well as blue balls. That's what she and her 
sister usually wore in the summer, trotting around in 
the mornings and ignoring the fact that they were 
driving me crazy with their long legs and big jugs. 
"Hey," she said quietly, a finger to her lips in the 
moonlight, "I have a birthday present for you."

And with that she stepped out of her tiny panties and 
skinned her short top over her head and then climbed in 
bed with me, grabbed me by the ears and kissed my 
mouth, her luscious breasts dangling down, made silver 
in the moonlight, making my palms itch and my already-
hard cock stand at attention. Her hand slid down my 
body and found my eager ram which had been up and 
throbbing for ten or fifteen minutes by then, hard as 
oak, dripping lube, super sensitive. "Ohh," she said, 
"what have you been doing?" By then her big boobs were 
rubbing my bare chest, her nipples really hard. I swear 
they were the size of softballs and the nips were like 
Hershey kisses. I slept naked because it felt better 
and because I got tired of hearing about how I messed 
up my pajamas.

She tossed back the covers, smiled down at me and got 
her other hand on my blood-hot cock, twisting right and 
left like she was going to unscrew its head or 
something. "Boy," she said, "that's a really big one 
for a kid your age. Have you measured it?"

"No," I lied, "of course not." It was then six and 
almost-a-half inches long and about five inches in 
circumference according to my mother's sewing tape. I 
was proud of it and loved looking at it in the mirror 
while I jacked off, watching it jump and spew. It more 
than filled my hand, and I could spurt from one end of 
the bathtub to the other. Three times a day was not 
unusual that summer, my scrotum tight as a baseball and 
almost as big.

Her fingernails scratched my balls and her top hand 
slid down my shaft as she bent, her hair falling 
forward so I couldn't see, and mouthed the head of my 
prick. Nothing, absolutely nothing, not even the first 
bite of chocolate chip ice cream, the first dive into 
the swimming pool, nothing felt so good. I whimpered. 
She sucked and her saliva slid down my hot ram.

She was making odd noises in her throat as she gobbled 
my cock and started bobbing her head up and down and 
circling it with her tongue, one hand on my thigh and 
the other on my belly. Once she had it good and wet, 
she turned it loose, licked her lips, swung a long leg 
over my body and grinned down at me. "I sure hope I'm 
your first," she said as she held my cock in thumb and 
forefinger and eased herself down on it, her inner lips 
quivering, flowering open, swallowing it up, screwing 
it in, clamping firmly, easing herself down. I watched 
it disappear up into her and noticed that her groin was 
hairless, her labia protruding. Inch by inch, it 
vanished into a muscular sheath, into a vibrating 
paradise. And then she tensed those muscles and crushed 
it within her. I almost screamed, but she covered my 
mouth with hers and tongued me deeply, chuckling 
evilly.

Anyhow, that's how it started, with Kelly fucking me 
until my eyes crossed and I had come three times in 
her. And the next night, while I was lying there with 
my balls in my hand and Kelly in my mind, here came my 
younger sister on tiptoes. Her name is Mackenzie and 
most people call her Mike or Mickey. She is very cute 
and not as big or beautiful as Kelly, but really 
pretty, a hottie. Back then, when she was fifteen and I 
was thirteen, we were about the same size except that 
she had a great rack and a hard ass and killer legs. 
She was the family athlete starring in field hockey, 
basketball, softball and soccer; getting three letters 
as a sophomore and making All-Met in two sports. She 
beat me regularly playing horse. She was faster I than 
I was and probably stronger too.

She had plenty of male admirers then and a lot more 
now, most of them jocks and most of them older than she 
was. I guess she must have been having sex with some of 
them, but I sure didn't know; I couldn't have guessed. 
I was ignorant as well as randy.

So Mickey shed her sexy little pajama set and crawled 
in bed with me that night, smelling good and feeling 
very warm. She came into my arms and our bodies got 
acquainted from nipples to knees, as did our tongues. 
"Kelly, she says, you're pretty big," she said as she 
kissed her way down my body and then licked my hard 
cock which had been poking at her belly button. "Nice," 
she said as she grabbed my scrotum and sucked my prick 
right down her throat. I, obviously, died and went to 
heaven. Incredible!

I shot my load in her mouth almost at once, and she 
wiggled her way up to me licking her lips. "Love those 
thick milkshakes," she said as she kissed me and gave 
me a taste of my own spend. We nuzzled and pawed and 
kissed and groaned and pretty soon I was hard again, 
and she was on her back saying, "Be gentle, and don't 
hurry."

I eased my upcurved cock into my younger sister, all 
the way into her, right to the balls and she sighed and 
smiled up at me. "Kelly was right," she gasped. "You're 
the biggest one that ever, oh, oh god, oh, oh, oh," and 
she came right then and there before I ever got 
started. I guess I must have crushed her clit or 
something. I waited until she stopped shaking and her 
body relaxed and her breathing sounded ordinary and not 
just gasps, and then I began very slowly like Kelly had 
taught me the night before, rearing up and making sure 
her mons got plenty of friction. Pretty soon I was up 
on extended arms and doing push-ups into her, and she 
was trying to wrap me in her muscular legs. After that, 
it really got exciting.

I never did get to lay that junior high slut, whatever 
her name was.

Now Kelly has quit going to school, has been engaged 
and unengaged twice, and is working at the local TV 
station doing the weather and sometimes the sports and 
giving guys in a much wider area hard-ons and, she told 
me, fucking the station manager now and then. They give 
her a clothes allowance as well as a good paycheck, and 
she's living with an older guy at his penthouse condo 
in town. He's a lawyer or something, a rich jerk with a 
Bentley. But almost every week, she comes to see me 
after we figure out a time, and I give her what she 
wants, two or three ropes of my rich cum. She laps it 
up and always leaves me spent and sore, my balls 
feeling more like raisins than walnuts. Making love to 
Kelly is hard work, but well worth the effort.

My big sister has sure learned some neat tricks in the 
last couple of years, and she's taught me a dozen 
interesting ways to make girls happy. I'm probably the 
only 15-year-old who can go down on a girl, find her 
little love button with my tongue tip and bring her to 
a screaming orgasm in les than two minutes, mouthing 
her whole vulva and trying to suck her inside out. 
These days 69 is just ordinary to me, still pleasant 
but hardly exciting. I even gave one girl an orgasm 
with my nose.

Last week we did it in her old bedroom with my luscious 
sister on her back with both of her feet resting on my 
chest and me rearing up with her boobs in my hands, 
pounding away at her wondrous pussy as it fluttered and 
rippled on my straining cock while she arched her back 
and closed her eyes. When she felt my balls roiling and 
pulsing, she pushed me away by straightening her legs 
and rolled up on her knees to suck my rigid cock into 
her mouth and swallow down what I had to offer, several 
thick ropes of it, her treat and my pleasure. 

Then she laid me on my back, licked me hard again and 
mounted facing my feet. It was wonderful to just lie 
there and watch my thick shaft move in and out of her 
bulging pussy lips until she climaxed and fell back, 
bringing my hands to her full breasts while she spasmed 
on my body, her juices mingling with mine. Kelly's jugs 
are now 38D's, more than a handful, but just as firm 
and high as ever. After that we showered together and, 
of course, fucked again.

Mickey has been offered athletic scholarships to 
Rutgers in basketball and Arizona in softball, but she 
had decided to follow in her beautiful sister's 
footsteps and attend the local school for a couple of 
years. One of the reasons, she told me as we lay 
tangled together swapping spit, was because of my big 
cock and the pleasure it gave her. I'm now a bit taller 
and heavier than she is, but she's still probably in 
better shape. Mickey just loves to ride me, digging in 
her knees, gritting her teeth, swatting my ass and 
bouncing on my belly while I maul her firm boobs, twist 
her jutting nipples and give her hard thrusts over and 
over, posthole digging. She thinks taking it in the 
pussy is just as good for her complexion as swallowing 
my semen. Who am I to argue?

Recently, speaking of being lucky, Mickey has been 
bringing me some of her friends, mostly girls from a 
private school that she is on a team with this summer. 
One fainted when she saw my tool, but enjoyed it 
thoroughly once she recovered. Yesterday it was a lean 
girl called Deanna who was a virgin, a sixteen-year-old 
virgin. Mike insisted on staying beside the pretty girl 
when I penetrated her, comforting her and kissing her 
tears as she sobbed and wailed with my big ram tearing 
open her innocent virtue and plowing her tight and 
untested vagina. It took me a good five minutes to get 
it all into her. 

I used a condom at my sister's insistence, something 
I've never done with her, and she stripped it off me 
and then squeezed out my sperm into the shocked girl's 
mouth. She licked it down and smiled, thanking me. When 
she recovered, I did her again doggy style and 
bareback; she enjoyed it a lot more; in fact, we both 
did. I just love the sound of young flesh smacking 
together. Then Mike led her off to her bedroom and 
closed the door. I really think sometimes that Mike 
likes girls as much as she does boys. But, of course, 
I've never asked her.

And it keeps getting better. Just after lunch last 
Wednesday Kelly arrived with two suitcases and a cab 
full of clothes. She had left the guy she had been with 
for three or four months after a fight over her other 
male admirers and lovers. And she came home and right 
into my arms, needing comfort. I petted her, took her 
to my room, stripped her bare and mounted her eager 
body and spent an hour convincing her that she was 
still wonderful. She insisted that I plan to spend the 
night with her for the rest of the week, coming to her 
bed once our parents were in theirs.

Lucky, that's me.

So today, after supper and seeing my big sister do her 
TV thing and display her assets for the whole 
community, I was watching a ballgame when she came in 
with another girl and plunked her down on the couch. 
She looked familiar. I smiled at her as Kelly got a 
couple of beers. Then she introduced me. I couldn't 
believe it and probably looked like a real dork.

"This is Rachel Rivers, Billy, don't you recognize her? 
She's in town promoting the new movie, you know High 
School Dance Two."

"Hi," I said like a dope. I had seen the first one, a 
Disney rip-off, on TV and thought it was awful, worse 
than the sugarcoated original, and I sure hadn't seen 
the movie. But I had seen clips of this girl dancing, 
and she had the kind of body that Hooters loved, long 
legs and big boobs.

She smiled at me and I gave her a closer look. She 
didn't look any older than Mike, who was seventeen.

"Rachel's spending the night with me. She had an awful 
time with her chaperone, but we convinced her. And, 
well, she needs a favor. Tell him," she said to the 
girl.

The curly headed female put down her beer, licked her 
lips, looked away from me and said, "I know there's no 
such thing as nymphomaniac, but I've got this problem 
when I get out in public. I start doubting myself, 
thinking they're all staring at me, laughing at me." 
She sniffed. "It makes think I'm ugly. Isn't that 
weird?"

"I don't get it," I said. "What's nympho got to do with 
that?"

"Out in California, well, my brother does it for me, 
and Mike said, well, that you did it for her."

I glared at my younger sister. We had sworn to each 
other that we would never tell anybody.

"So stupid," my sister said, "I told her you'd do her, 
any way she wanted, as many times as she wanted, while 
she's in town."

"I'm here for three days, doing the military hospitals 
and the TV stations and a couple of PA's."

"And you want me to...?"

She nodded and smiled, "It'll be, I guess, like three 
times a day, maybe four on Wednesday, usually in the 
dressing room, just before I go on. OK?"

I nodded and smiled, lucky again.

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