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Prom Night
by Kick Boxer (address withheld)
***
A brother and sister who have made a pact to stay
virgins until Prom night, but are disappointed by their
respective dates end up in each other's arms. (MF-teens,
inc, 1st, rom)
***
My workouts became more intense each day as the big
night approached. I am not talking about the big night,
which most high school seniors look forward to, High
School Prom, but my first defense of my amateur division
championship in Thai kickboxing. After winning the
championship, I had taken a little time off and began
training casually but in three weeks, three days after
Prom, I would fight again and I needed to be in peak
physical shape.
Sweat drips from my chin as I kick harder and harder at
the heavy punching bag that hangs from my garage
ceiling. I had lost ten pounds in the last couple of
weeks as I dropped down to nearly zero fat on my body.
Sandy, my new girlfriend, does not like me training so
hard. She says my cheeks become shallow, my veins show
up more, and my eyes seem not to focus on her.
Sandy and I have been dating for less than a month now.
Not long enough for anything to happen since I have been
so busy with school, preparing for college, and
training. Ever since my championship and my winning
streak were first reported in the LA times, Sandy had
begun to notice me.
Generally quiet and introverted, I usually avoided girls
like Sandy but she is the captain of the cheerleading
team and like most guys my age my hormones speak louder
than my head (or at least the head on my shoulders).
Every guy at school is jealous of me for the first time
in my life. It feels good.
"Hey Tiger. Kill it yet." My sister asks as she walks
into the garage, seeing me kick the hell out of the
punching bag. "Ready for a break?" My sister and I are
the same age. My father was a marine and left my mother
to go on assignment in Thailand. They were not married
and her parents had always objected to her dating a
marine.
Since he would be gone at least a year, my father
figured a break up would be the easiest way. He thought
it was over between him and my mother and quickly began
a second relationship with a beautiful teacher in the
Thai province known as Korat.
When he returned a year later, he discovered I had been
born and quickly married my mother. Fortunately, despite
the rushed wedding they have been relatively happy ever
since. Eight months after returning to Los Angeles, he
received a letter from Thailand, which sadly read that
the teacher had died giving birth to his daughter, my
sister. Her grandparents brought her over and moved in
with us. Her grandfather, luckily, is a world-renowned
coach in kickboxing.
My sister, Cat, got her slender build and beauty from
her mother but she is nearly my height and her breasts
are definitely more American than Asian, a gift from my
father's side. "Ready for tennis?" she laughs, lifting
her tennis racket with a smile. It was customary for me
to warm down by going out to the tennis courts with my
sister. We had grown close from the many hours together
and felt like we could chat about anything.
"Yeah, sure, sis." I pull off my gloves and ran inside
to change into tennis shoes and clothes. The thought of
my sister in her tennis outfit sticks with me each time
she shows up in the garage. She sure is beautiful. Her
long silky jet-black hair and healthy tanned skin give
her that wildly exotic look which guys find alluring.
She is on the cheerleading squad with Sandy, although
Sandy is probably four or five inches shorter and
heavier especially in the breasts.
Cat's tall slender tightly curved body probably gets as
many stares as Sandy's voluptuous breasts. Sandy has
light brown hair and amazing breasts, normally I might
say they are too big since they definitely have a mind
of their own when she is out on the field cheering the
team, but since she is almost my girlfriend, I couldn't
imagine them being too large.
As we start volleying back and forth across the net,
alone on the court for the first time in weeks, my
sister says something, which surprises me and makes me
hit the ball wide. "I have decided to have sex with
Derek on prom night."
My sister and I have always talked openly about sex and
had decided a long time ago to tell each other when we
were going to have our first time. Derek was the
quarterback of our very successful football team and had
received scholarships to Nebraska, UCLA, and Washington.
He and my sister had never really dated but he asked her
to prom last week and she accepted.
"You don't even know him really," I blurted out rather
awkwardly, strangely I suddenly feel jealous of Derek.
"Why would you want your first time to be with him?"
My sister hits another ball across the net, her graceful
swing catching my undivided attention as her long smooth
legs move to keep her in front of my return volley. "I
figure since you are planning to sleep with Sandy, I
could lose my virginity that same night so we both have
something we could chat about the next day. Otherwise,
you probably won't tell me the details about it and I
definitely want to know."
Her logic seemed strange to me but I listened.
"Besides, I've had a crush on Derek for four years now
and we have been friends for longer than that. Just
because we haven't dated won't make it less special.
I've always wanted to lose my virginity at the Senior
Prom. You know that. Can you think of someone better
than Derek for me."
The answer in my head causes me to lose focus. I want to
say I would be a better choice than Derek but even
thinking that nearly causes me to blush.
We hit back and forth silently for several more minutes
before sitting down on the bench. A drop of sweat ran
from my sister's neck to the valley between her breasts
and luckily I look away before she notices me staring.
"Do you think I should wait?" she asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "You know Derek creeps me out.
Too many girls like him and he flirts with all of them.
He would never be faithful to anyone."
My sister laughs and gives me a playful shove. "You know
I don't like Sandy.
Her boobs are huge and all the boys stare at them."
I smile.
"She makes mine look small out there when we are
cheering." She gestured to her own beautiful breasts.
Suddenly, I felt I had permission to look, so I do.
"Yours are even better than Sandy's. They are bigger
than most girls and perfectly shaped." Although I feel
like I am on strange ground I continue. "Her boobs flop
too much when she jumps. I'm always afraid she is going
to hit herself in the eye with those things. Besides,
they have to be fake right."
"No, they're real big brother. I promise you that.
You'll be lucky enough to find that out soon."
I blush and look away. "I honestly like your boobs more
than hers."
It is her turn to look away and blush. "What a nice
brother you are." She turns back and gives me a big hug.
I am acutely aware of her firm breasts pushing against
my chest. Although we are both hot and sweaty, the smell
of her hair as I lean across her shoulder makes me
suddenly dizzy and I hold the hug longer to enjoy her
perfume.
"Whatever makes you happy, sis. That is what I want for
you." I cringe at the thought of her with Derek but
accept that she has liked him for a long time.
"Promise me," she says. "You'll give me whatever makes
me happy?"
Our close hug is beginning to give me an erection so I
break away and nod, smiling into her gorgeous dark brown
eyes.
I think she notices my shorts but looks away. "Remember,
no sex with Sandy until Prom night. I want both of us to
have our first time on the same night. Agreed?"
I smile again. My sister is adorable. Her soft voice
makes it impossible to disagree with her.
"Agreed."
On Saturday, the week before Prom, I pick Sandy up at
her house to go see a movie. I heard that scary movies
make girls horny and since I was already in that mood, I
take her to a horror show. Sandy is wearing a tight T-
shirt and a blue miniskirt, both of which show off her
enormous curves. Only by using every ounce of willpower
can I keep from staring at her breasts and ass.
Although I allow for occasional glances which she
obviously notices.
"How's the training going, stud?" She leans toward me
and puts her head on my shoulder as we drive to the
theater. Her hair smells the same as my sister's and she
is wearing the same perfume as Cat. I instantly get a
hard on. Must be a cheerleader thing. They must know
that guys love that smell and share their secrets. Her
hand settles on mine as I shift gears.
"Almost ready to fight." I answer. Her hand slowly
caresses mine and then grabs the stick as well. "Sorry
if we don't see each other enough. I've been really busy
training."
"You have a nice stick here, champ," she smiles. I catch
a faint scent of alcohol on her breath. Not so much that
it is bothersome but she has obviously had something to
drink before the date. Still her grabbing the stick
shift and stroking it seductively made my pants bulge
even more. Her breasts push against me as she slides
closer. Her green eyes tell me immediately what she
wants from me and suddenly I wish I had not promised my
sister to wait until prom to have sex with Sandy.
The movie is OK. I place my arms around Sandy and they
slip down to her chest. She doesn't object and even
seems to welcome it. Casually I give her giants tits a
gentle squeeze. She smiles in response. "Should we go
somewhere else, more private? She asks and winks. Her
hand drifts to the bulge in my pants and she gives it a
little tap. "Maybe I can help out the little fighter. He
definitely wants out." My mouth is suddenly dry and I
take her hand as we both rush out of the theater.
"My parents aren't home. Maybe we can go there," she
suggests. My mind swims as I think of the promise to my
sister. I could play around little I think to myself. I
didn't promise anything about that.
The tires to my car squeal as I pull out of the parking
lot and rush her home. She massages my throbbing member
during the entire drive to her house and we barely make
it through the front door and onto the couch before our
shirts come off and we are in a powerful lip lock,
tongues wrapped around each other like snakes.
Why did I have to wear jeans I thought to myself but
Sandy's expert hands solve that problem quickly. Her
silky black bra barely holds her ample breasts, which
surge upward defying their confinement and seeming to
oppose the law of gravity.
My hands trace the outline of her bra and reach around
back, fumbling to unlatch them as I kiss her madly. I
can feel their swell against my own bare chest and the
passion is almost unbearable. Realizing my obvious
failure, she reaches back quickly and finishes the job,
shaking the bra off as it falls away. I kiss her along
her neck and look down to see those amazing breasts that
every guy at school wishes he could hold.
"They definitely are real." I say aloud. Without
hesitating I place one hand on each and feel their
warmth. The large melons are too much for one hand and I
lower my lips to the tip of one. I want to be gentle and
loving my first time but find that my hormones drive me
more than my heart and I suck savagely at one swollen
nipple, biting at it as I grip the other firmly. I can
feel her excitement as the nipples react to my
affection.
Sandy moans in delight and grabs my swollen dick through
my boxers, gripping it firmly. "The champ likes my tits
I see," she whispers in my ear. "Those are as real as
they get." She pushes her giant globes against my face
and reaches underneath my boxers to grab my naked shaft.
"Does the boxer fuck as well as he fights?" She asks in
a husky voice.
My dick feels like it is going to burst it is so
engorged and I push upward into her hand as I suck at
the other naked tit. I am eighteen years old and I can't
believe I am finally in a position to lose my virginity.
Now I am with the captain of the cheerleading squad who
has the most lusted after body in the whole school.
Hundreds of freshmen jack off to her picture every year
as the school sells its yearly calendar for a school
fundraiser.
I leave her breasts briefly to kiss her mouth again and
she pulls my boxers off as well as her skirt and
underwear. Both completely naked in her front room, we
wrestle on the couch with my swollen dick rubbing the
outside of her pussy and my hands roaming all across her
playboy-like physique.
I end up on top feeling the full length of her body
spread out beneath me. Her tight abs lead to a tuft of
brown hair above her love area. I can't believe that
with breasts that big she could still have a hard
stomach. My hand delves into her juicy twat and I can
feel the wetness cover my fingers.
She pushes up against my shaft trying to force it into
her hungry vagina but I reach my hand in the way and
massage her clit instead of penetrating her. She grinds
her hips in rhythm to my hand and I can tell she would
make an expert lover. Her movements against my finger
make my swollen shaft jealous of the attention. The
desire to force myself into her and feel the inside of
her pussy clouds my mind with excitement. "You are
beautiful!" I exclaim.
She smile and bites at my ear, her hand moving up and
down my hardened length and reaching beneath to cup my
tightened sac. "I love your big dick."
My stomach dances as her finger play with my entire
length. She leaves my penis alone briefly to run her
nails across my stomach before holding my manhood again.
"Fuck me champ," she moans.
My head feels misty, almost like a drug high as I grab
her ass and rub my dick up and down her pussy lips. Her
breasts heave upwards, their weight crushing against my
bare chest. Her large protruding nipples poking me with
their excitement. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me
now." Her voice moans as she yells out in anticipation.
She holds me closer and lets her perfume fill my head
with its confusing odor.
She smells so much like my sister it makes me delirious.
Her pussy rubs upward moving in circles along my dick as
if begging it to come inside. Like an expert lap-
dancer, she moves her hips circularly in a rhythm,
coaxing my dick even harder than before. "Your dick
wants in." She moans and pushes her breasts together,
emphasizing their size and weight. A drop of sweat runs
down her neck as she pushes her giant breasts at me. The
drop runs through the enormous valley of her tits,
reminding me of the day with my sister at the tennis
court and the promise I made to her.
I told her I wouldn't fuck Sandy until prom. I've always
kept promises to my sister and she has always kept them
with me. Sandy's burning hot pussy is so wet it covers
the outside of my dick with its moisture and I still
haven't been inside her.
She pushes me to the couch and quickly straddles me,
trying to put my engorged member to the entrance of her
waiting canal. Her sudden strength and urgency catch me
by surprise and for an instant I can't decide what to
do. "Let's wait until Prom night," I blurt out suddenly.
The fog in my brain clears instantly and I can't believe
I just said it.
She leans forward letting her breasts touch my pecs, as
she whispers, "Tonight or never champ." Something in her
green eyes, seems strange, as if there is something that
she is not telling me.
I can feel her pussy against my dick and I could push
upward and know the beauty that all the other guys at
school want. "My pussy is hot for you now. Prom is too
late."
There is something Sandy is not telling me I think. I
can feel it in what she is saying. In my heart something
is wrong with the situation. With every bit of self-
control I possess, I roll her off me and begin getting
dressed.
"What are you doing? You can have me now," she says as I
walk out the door.
I can't believe I just did this, I think to myself. "I
am waiting for the Prom." I call back as I shut the
door.
As Prom night approaches I watch my sister prepare
eagerly. We even go together to pick out her dress, a
beautiful black gown which hugs every inch of Cat's
gorgeous body. I realize how large her breasts really
are as she models the silky material. I guess I was
comparing her to Sandy's monsters and forgot how well
endowed my sister truly is.
"What will Derek think?" she asks. The question rubbing
against my nerves.
"He'll know he is with the best-looking girl in the
whole school," I answer truthfully.
"Better than Sandy?" She smiles cleverly.
I nod quietly then answer aloud, "Definitely better than
Sandy."
She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Aren't you
sweet to your sister. How was your date with Sandy last
week?" She asks absently as if she seems unconcerned
about the answer.
"Pretty hot sis. It was hard to wait. I can't believe I
am waiting."
She laughs. "Don't worry, tiger. It will be worth it."
She gives me a sly wink and goes back into the changing
room. I notice the strap slip off her shoulder as she
disappears from sight and I can only imagine the rest,
as she would soon be completely disrobed. Prom is in a
couple days and my hormones seemed out of control. I am
constantly thinking of my sister, especially after my
last date with Sandy.
Several more sexy outfits later and several hard-ons,
which I barely managed to hide I find myself in Cat's
room as she put away her new dress; she finally decided
on the black silk one. I agreed eagerly of course,
because she was a knockout in it.
"My mom and dad are away at a dinner engagement with
Cat's grandparents so we are home alone. After chatting
for a few minutes about nothing, Cat asks, "Can you do
me a favor?"
"Of course, Cat."
"I need to pick out what underwear I should wear Prom
night."
"Model it for me and I'll tell you which is best," I say
jokingly, with a huge grin on my face.
"Alright," she says with a smile, grabbing several pairs
and disappearing into the bathroom which connects our
two rooms.
My mouth drops. Was she serious? I wait silently for a
couple minutes before she comes out in a long white
bathrobe. The one I always see her in, which seems sexy
when she wears it. She strolls to the center of her
bedroom as I watch while sitting on her bed. I feel like
I am in a Victoria secrets commercial as she pulls open
her robe and lets it fall to the ground.
Underneath she wears only a red bra and panties. Her
brown skin shown off perfectly as she spins a couple
times before grabbing the robe and disappearing again
into the bathroom. The show was just a tease. I barely
had a chance to look at her. I tried to clear my mind of
visions of my sister in her underwear.
"Number two!" She calls out and again strides out in her
bathrobe before removing it. This time tossing into the
bathroom as well. I can see her nipples poke out of the
thin lacy white bra and her white panties don't
completely disguise the dark hair in her private area.
Like a runway model she walk toward me turns, lifts her
arms as she does a complete turn, and looks back at me.
I doubt if the models in the magazines are as beautiful
as my sister.
I can feel my dick fight its confines as I watch her
angelic body turn in front of me. My eyes lock
themselves onto her breasts, which seems to swell
beautifully above the white lace and bounce gently as
she bobs up and down.
Then I watch her legs, which hypnotize me with their
grace and form. At last she blows me a kiss as she
disappears in the bathroom again.
This time it feels as if she is gone for hours as I wait
eagerly.
"Last one," she calls. Like Pavlov's dogs reacting to
conditioning, my dick rises when I hear the door open.
This time she doesn't bother with the robe and strolls
out wearing only a tiger-striped thong, her hands folded
across her chest to hide the treasures, which I want to
view so badly. She smiles wickedly as she parades in
front of me showing off her smooth brown ass and
beautiful body, all the while folding her arms to keep
me from seeing her perfect tits.
This time she holds out the moment, moving back and
forth in front of me and beginning an erotic dance,
which I can't help but watch in awe. Taking moves from
her experience as a cheerleader, she improvises as well
to make the show even more appealing. Her eyes flash her
enjoyment and she moves closer, letting me get a good
view of most of her body. She looks down at my lap and
sees my obvious erection.
"I can tell which one you like best," she laughs. "Don't
need to ask, do I?"
As she leans forward her arms fall away from her chest
and she puts her hands on my face to kiss my cheek. I
watch her eyes but can't help realizing that her breasts
are bare and right in front of me. I want to look.
Finally, I decide to risk a quick peak down but act too
slow. "Thanks, tiger," she turns and dances gracefully
back into the bathroom.
I leave immediately to go to my parent's bathroom for
some relief.
Prom night arrives too slow for me. Only my continual
training in the garage keeps my mind focused away from
the constant thought of sex. Not just with Sandy but now
with Cat as well. I can't believe I am even thinking of
my sister that way. I punch harder at the bag, hoping
the weariness and fatigue can drowned any lustful
thoughts.
Once I sneaked into Cat's room and held the tiger-
striped thong to my cheek.
Feeling its soft texture and dreaming of the day she
modeled it for me.
When I heard the front door slam I hurried back to my
room just before Cat caught me there.
I found myself daydreaming in class and wishing that I
could see another modeling show of hers. Watch her
parade in front of me in only her underwear or maybe
less.
Finally Prom night arrived and I drove to pick up Sandy
in a black corvette that my father borrowed from one of
his old buddies. I walked up to the door and knocked.
Waiting outside in my tuxedo, I looked very good
tonight. Sandy would definitely be ready and so would
I.
I had rented the hotel room, took a stereo and some toys
to it, and told my parents not to wait up for me. Cat
had said she would stay with a friend tonight, although
I think my parents guessed what we both intended. They
just told us not to do anything we might regret and left
it at that.
Sandy arrives at the door in a luminescent blue gown,
which hugs her neckline in the front and dives
completely down her back, leaving it completely bare.
Her hair has been done up and is held in place by
countless pins. My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets
as we leave together. This is going to be the greatest
night of my life, I think. She smiles at my reaction but
doesn't speak, just takes my hand and we go to the car
together.
The dance is enjoyable enough. Sandy seemed to attract
stares from everyone and I proudly show her around like
a first place prize. As we dance I can feel her large
tits press themselves to me and her crotch quietly
slides itself up and down my leg.
Her eyes seem to be on fire and I can feel my erection
straining against the zipper of the tuxedo. I can't
believe after 18 years it is finally going to happen,
especially with a knockout like Sandy. Her moves last
week left me breathless. Tonight would be even better.
Several times our lips touch during the songs and a
couple times we tongue wrestle until we are sure
everyone must be staring at us.
Finally, Cat and Derek show up. Derek came in a limo
with several of his football buddies and their dates.
Cat waves to me across the room and I smile and wave
back. I want her to be happy and she seems to be.
Suddenly it seems strange to dance with Sandy now though
and we find ourselves sitting with her friends and
chatting. Frequently I glance at Cat and see her in
Derek's arms moving to some slow song.
As the time arrives to announce the king and queen, I
watch in complete apathy. Although I was becoming
popular recently, I knew I would not win and although
both Cat and Sandy had excellent chances, that type of
honor means nothing to me. I don't want to find myself
thinking that such a vote is actually important. It has
absolutely no effect on life and means nothing.
How the student body voted tonight could have absolutely
no effect on my life, I decide.
The vice-principal read the names slowly. First he reads
the name of the prince and princess, which my sister
gratefully wins, and finally king and queen. "Derek
Mercoff and Sandy Simons."
How ironic, I thought. My sister's date and my date win
the crown. After giving Sandy a smile and half-hearted
congratulations, I walk over to congratulate my sister
who had already found the prince, another member of the
football team, and is about to start the dance. She
smiles and waves happily so I find a comfortable seat to
wait out the traditional royalty dance.
The king and queen and prince and princess were supposed
to dance the one song together. As I sit quietly, I
watch my sister in the arms of the prince. She smiles at
me but seems to be lost in thought. I continue to gaze
at her thinking of our wonderful friendship and all the
times we had been there for each other.
Suddenly I see a look of horror on her face and I
immediately wonder what the prince had done to her. He
seemed to be civil and they were dancing fairly distant.
Then I realize that she is staring across the room. I
follow her direction of gaze and see Derek and Sandy in
a full-fledged pornstar-like kiss, bodies rubbing, hand
groping, and hips grinding, in the middle of the dance
floor.
Cat leaves her partner and walks out the door, keeping
her eyes on the ground and trying not to catch any
attention. I see tears in her eyes as she disappears
outside. My first thought is to confront Derek and Sandy
but my anger disappears out of concern for my sister's
happiness and I move quickly to follow her.
I see her sitting alone on a park bench, her shoulders
heaving up and down as she sobs. As fast as I can, I run
to her side and put my arms around her. She looks up
surprised and after realizing it is me, buries her head
in my shoulders. "Let's get out of here," she whispers.
I nod and pick her up in my arms. I had forgotten how
light she is. The feeling of her in my arms erases any
pain that Sandy had caused. Sandy seems the last thing I
want to think of. Gently I carry Cat to the corvette and
ease her into the passenger seat. As I hop into the
driver's seat, Cat buries her head into my shoulder, no
longer crying but whimpering silently.
"I don't want to go home yet." She forces a weak grin,
"Let's go have dinner."
I drive to the romantic dimly lit restaurant that I had
already chosen and after Cat freshens up in the bathroom
we agree to pretend that none of it had ever really
happened and we would be each other's date to Prom. The
meal passes pleasantly and Cat begins rubbing her foot
playfully up and down my leg. I act shocked at her
sudden forward behavior. "We agreed we would be each
other's dates." She smiles, "I'm just playing the role."
I laugh. Cat laughs. Suddenly all the pain of seeing our
dates cheating on us is long behind us and we are loving
each other's company once more. Cat's beautiful eyes
reflect the candlelight and the soft tune of the piano
puts us in a world apart from everyone. I find myself
moving closer to her to hold her hand and even kiss her
lightly. First on the cheek and then on the lips. She
smiles and squeezes my hand. "Thank you for being the
best brother and date I've ever had."
Dinner ends and we drive to the hotel to chat more,
snuggle, and maybe drink a little in privacy. I carry
her into the room and toss her on the bed playfully,
jumping on her afterwards to pin her down. After
wrestling for a couple minutes, I let her win. Suddenly
I realize I am lying on my back on the bed and she is on
top straddling me. The whole situation seems incredibly
arousing and I feel myself reacting. She is leaning
forward to hold my arms down and her black dress is open
in the front giving a good view of the tops of her tits.
She notices that I am looking down her shirt.
"Like what you see, tiger?"
I smile. "Not as much as the other day in your room."
Her eyes glisten with joy. "Let's see if I can top that
then." She lets me go and walks over to the stereo,
which I had brought in earlier, and presses play. The
sweet sultry music I had selected was designed to set
the mood for sex. She knows it and I know it. As the
music plays she dances around in her black silk gown in
the most seductive way that I had ever seen.
She moves up to me and pulls off my bowtie, unbuttons
several of my buttons and leans forward to show off the
tops of her beautiful round breasts. The rest of the
dance seems lost in a dream as my clothes came off all
the way to my boxers, which tent upward from my obvious
erection. Cat dances on, swaying back and forth in
perfect harmony to the music and slowly removing her
dress. The straps come off and the gown falls to her
waist but she keeps her arms folded across her chest as
before. As her hips glide back and forth, undulating to
the beat, the dress slips down her hips and onto the
floor.
She is wearing the tiger-striped thong that I had seen
her wear before. She spins a couple times and then
lifts her hands above her head to proudly display her
beautiful brown breasts and small nipples. I clap
eagerly, a huge grin on my face, and she slides up to me
in the most alluring way possible. My heart shudders as
her body presses against mine and we start a slow kiss
that escalates.
I can feel the passion inside and I reach out to pull
her body next to mine. The music in the background
heightens our arousal and drives our thoughts towards
deeper familiarity. Our bare chests touch, the warmth of
mine against her softness. I roll her over me and kiss
her deeper, my hands moving along her back as I move on
top of her. I can feel the muscles in her back clench
and then relax as I hold her tight. Her long silky
black hair fans out across the bed and I caress her face
gently.
Cat is the most beautiful girl I know. She is perfect in
every way. Our eyes meet and a smile passes between us.
I lower my mouth to her rose tipped breasts and suck
gently at their tips.
Urging the small nipples into tight buds. She moans
softly and runs her fingers through my hair in ecstasy.
As I continue to suckle gently at her rounded globes my
hands slip down to the thong covering her pussy and
gently massage her sensitive spot through the silky
fabric. "Yes." Cat whispers. I work gently at her G-
spot, eager to make her horny, hoping that I can lead
her to total intimacy.
I peel away the last bit of lace as she pulls off my
boxers as well. My mouth drifts across her pointed
breasts and then drifts lower. I slip my tongue along
her stomach, inhaling her fragrance and finally down to
her clitoris, which I lick first and then suck. Her legs
lift across my back and she pushes her pussy into my
mouth.
As if starved for nectar, I suck hungrily, trying to
draw out every last drop. Her hips grind against my face
and she squeals in delight. If I had known Cat would
taste so delicious I would have skipped the restaurant.
The scent of her wetness and the taste of her soaking
cunt causes my head to spin in wonder.
Her moaning increases its tempo and I suck harder. I
push my tongue deep into her vagina as my fingers
continue to torture her sensitive button on the outside.
She is so wet my lips slide back and forth as I try to
pleasure her and a sloshing sound from her wet pushing
can be heard above the sound of the stereo. Her hips
buck up and down at the pleasure but I try to hold them
still to continue the torment on her young body.
Her virginal canal tastes so good and the sound of her
pleasure as she screams kept me feasting. For several
minutes I give her as much pleasure as I can. Licking,
tasting, sucking, rubbing until I feel her insides
shudder and she pulls me to her mouth where we kiss
passionately. Her own juices mingled with the taste of
her full lips.
Without a word, she drops her head to my dick and licks
its entire length.
It jumps at the attention and I grasp her long black
hair for support. A second time she licks its length and
then wraps her lips around the tip. She nibbles gently
and then sucks it in deeper. Her hands tickle my balls
and asshole as her head bobs up and down on my dick. The
feeling is amazing and I groan in response.
I feel my balls tighten and she moves faster, gripping
the base of the shaft for support and allowing her spit
to dribble down over my balls. For several minutes I
revel in the pleasure that she gives me. The feeling of
her mouth on my dick is beyond description. "Where did
you learn to suck dick?"
For a beginner she certainly seems to know how to
pleasure a man. Her tongue teases the sensitive
underside and then fill her entire mouth allowing my
dick to go all the way to her throat. I groan again as I
watch her fill her whole mouth with my length. Before
long she is stroking its entire length with her whole
mouth. At last I feel that I can't hold out any longer
as the pressure builds. "I'm going to come."
She doesn't stop but moves faster. Sliding her lips up
and down the shaft, eagerly awaiting her reward. With a
burst I shoot a load of cum into her mouth. She slurps
it up. Another load shoots. This one hits her face.
Again and again I feel the jism squirt out. Covering my
sister's face and dripping down her breasts. "Wow,
tiger. Saving it for a rainy day." She licks her lips
eagerly and sucks at my now softening dick.
"Saving it for you, Cat." She grabs a towel wipes her
face and chest and lays next to me.
"I'm not satisfied yet though." She smiles. "We agreed
we would both lose our virginity tonight and I'm not
going home until we do."
"I want you to fuck me tonight. And I want it done
well." My sister looks at me with all seriousness.
"Whatever I can do to make you happy." I can feel my
dick already rising at my sister's suggestion.
Her hand grips my shaft and strokes it gently. "How am I
doing?"
"Amazing, Cat. More than I could ever hope for."
Her lips meet mine as her hand continues to stroke my
growing member. "I think you'll be ready soon. I'm glad
you recover quickly. I can't wait." Her body eases
closer and she leans toward me to bite my ear gently.
It is beyond my wildest fantasies to have my sister
lying naked beside me and holding my dick. I would be
hard in no time and I begin fondling her breasts,
tracing along the outside and pinching her nipples.
"Beautiful." I say in her ear. "You have the most
wonderful breasts that I have ever seen."
"Just my breasts?" she asks.
"All of you is so beautiful." I look up and down her
entire body.
We kiss silently. Our mouths locked together as our
tongues meet in the middle. Her hand still holding my
dick as my hand slips down to her clit to rub it gently.
Her hips grind against my hand in response and I can
feel how wet she is and how ready she is. We lean closer
together not wanting a single inch of our bodies to be
apart for an instant. I can feel her soft skin all over
my lean body. I can't imagine a better feeling. After a
couple minutes of foreplay, hands teasing, mouths
tasting, and bodies rubbing, I settle back.
I lay down and she moves over top me, straddling my
waist. I can feel her wet cunt on my dick and she slides
up and down it to lubricate both of us.
She places the head at her soft entrance and as she
leans forward to kiss me on the lips, before easing down
to allow the tip to penetrate her moist channel. I can
feel her hymen obstruct my shaft briefly but I push
upward as she sits back and my dick pushes into her hot
pussy completely. Her body shivers as does mine at the
incredible feeling of being joined together.
She begins to move slowly and I move with her. Pushing
in and out together as the music in the background once
more becomes noticeable. Her face is a mask of exquisite
joy as she moans in pleasure. My own voice joins hers as
I drive my dick deeper and harder into her soft depths.
Swollen to full length I can feel my shaft stretch her
insides wider as I push in and out in rhythm.
My hands reach up to caress the brown melons, which
dangle like fruit to feast on. Their small tips hard
from arousal. She shakes her head from side to side,
allowing her hair to stream across my stomach as she
moves her hips back and forth. Perfectly matched, we
stroke in and out together feeling the thrill and beauty
of the moment. "Fuck me harder! I need you all the way
in me!" she screams. Her soft velvet insides caress my
shaft. I can feel her muscles clench around me, adding
to the friction and building the pleasure.
The sight of her body riding mine, watching her move up
and down, builds the passion inside me. Her breasts
bounce up and down as her hips move to the thrill of a
new found enjoyment.
We can never go back to being just brother and sister I
thought as I drive my dick into her pussy, fucking her
as hard as I could manage. Her hands were on my chest,
her nails scratching me as she lifts herself up and down
on my erect cock. My hands reached up to hold her round
breasts. Allowing the nipples to jut out from between my
fingers as I knead them softly.
She looks down on me and smiles when she saw the obvious
pleasure we were both experiencing. Her juices were
sliding down to my balls as her wet pussy became wetter
and wetter from our hot sex. Why did I have to wait 18
years to fuck my sister? This is the best moment of my
life.
"I love you, Cat," I yell, "I've wanted this for a long
time."
I am pumping as fast as possible but decide to roll her
onto her back so that I can move faster inside her. Her
screams of pleasure mingle with the music playing in the
background. The moisture of her pussy allows me to pump
in and out even faster as I settle her beneath me. She
screams again and wraps her long legs around my waist.
"Fuck me like you've always wanted to," her eyes are
closed as the pleasures build to a peak.
I groan. The pressure is building in my balls as the
shaft moves in and out. I can feel an end coming and I
hold her tight as I push as deep as possible.
She orgasms immediately. Screaming out as her climax
fills her twat with her juices. Seconds later my cum
rockets into her waiting pussy. I yell aloud.
Spurt after spurt soaks an already wet canal. It drips
from the opening. We both shiver in utmost amazement.
The night has just begun, I think to myself. Her eyes
tell me she is thinking the same thing. It is time for
cherries and whipping cream. Or maybe some other toys I
bought just for tonight.
This is the perfect prom night. If only I could enjoy
this moment forever.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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