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Home Coming
by Pete Largo (petelargo@hotmail.com)
***
This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual
relationships I've ever had; no one since, has made me
come harder, for longer, than my sister Cathy. (mmff-
teens, inc, 1st, mast, oral, bi, orgy, voy)
***
It began in the early summer. My parents had separated
three years previously, and my sister had moved away
with Mom to the west coast, while I stayed with Dad. I
guess there was a lot of bad feeling between my folks,
because for that three years, I didn't see either Mom or
Cathy at all; I got to speak with them on the phone over
holidays and such, but that was it.
Eventually, there was a thawing in the iciness that had
prevailed between my parents, and a "prisoner exchange"
of sorts was arranged; my sister would come to stay with
us for a month over the summer, and then I would go and
visit them likewise for a month. I was eager to have
this happen; I missed both Mom and Cathy terribly,
although in actuality they had been out of my life for
so long that they had both become just a sort of
sentimental memory to me.
Then, toward the end of June, the big day finally came,
and my sister Cathy arrived at our house. Dad picked her
up at the airport, and, after getting her settled in the
house, said to us, "I guess you two kids have a lot of
catching up to do. Why don't you go visit, and we'll all
meet for dinner at 6 o'clock."
I felt a little awkward around her; she had been only
thirteen when last I had seen her, many years ago, a
little girl in pig tails, and she had grown a lot since
then not only in size, but she was developing into a
woman precociously. She had a pretty face, framed by
long, wavy brown hair, and a cute figure, with a
generous developing bust and nice waist. She had also
grown into a self-possessed, intelligent person, not
just the childish little girl I used to tease and
ignore; she felt to me like a stranger, and I didn't
know how to behave toward her.
We went into the back yard and sat on the bench under
our willow tree. Our house was an old house in the upper
New York state countryside, and the back yard overlooked
a small pond. As we talked, I felt that she was as
unsure of things as I felt, being back here after so
long among people she really didn't know well anymore.
So we shared our memories and told each other of our
current lives shyly, with a certain delicacy.
Over the few hours before dinner, we quickly found our
footing with each other, warming up and relaxing in each
other's company as we opened our lives to each other. I
felt that she had really turned out to be a great
person, and I found myself feeling very close and open
with her, as if she was my twin, and not just my little
sister. We found agreement about all sorts of things,
sharing many of the same attitudes towards the facets of
our worlds. By the time dinner rolled around, we were
fast friends.
We had a family dinner with dad; he was obviously glad
to have her there, but he seemed a little distant and
stiff, warming up only a little as we spent the evening
visiting and watching TV. After a few hours, agreeing
that we were all tired, we turned in for the night. It
felt funny to have another presence in the house, and a
feminine one at that; she was staying in her old room,
at the end of the hall on the other side of our
bathroom.
I of course was used to having the bathroom, and in fact
the whole end of the second floor, to myself; and to
have to wait while she used the bathroom to get ready
for bed felt weird; and then, when I finally did get
into the bathroom myself, having her feminine
accessories around added to the unfamiliarity.
Our adventure really began that night, although it took
days to blossom. I got up in the middle of the night to
pee, and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open
sleepily as I always did; there hadn't been reason to do
otherwise for years. I always slept in pajamas, as I was
that night; and as often happened when I got up at
night, I had an erection. I was standing in front of the
toilet, having pulled the front of my pajama bottoms
down to clear my stiff dick, and was pushing it
downwards toward the toilet, about to begin peeing, when
I heard a sound, and sleepily looked up to see Cathy
standing there!
She had apparently come in to do the same thing as me,
and hadn't expected to find me there any more than I had
thought of her. We both froze, for a timeless moment
that seemed to go on forever, as she realized what she
was looking at, and I realized what she was seeing. Then
she turned away shyly, murmuring an apology, and left; I
closed the door, peed, and went back to bed.
The next morning at breakfast, we were both a little
reserved, uncertain how to deal with our encounter of
the night before. I didn't know what her reaction was,
but I felt uneasy, and was content to let the incident
lapse, not acknowledging it to her. It was the first
time a girl had seen me with my pants down, let alone
with a hard-on, and, although the idea gave me twinges
of excitement, it was new territory, harder to deal with
than the status quo.
I was sexually active already, being an avid
masturbator, but the extent of my sexual experience with
others was having a friend who I jacked off with from
time to time. I of course had a rich fantasy life, but
had yet to translate it into actual experience; so the
whole issue was complicated for me. The fact that Cathy
felt more like a cute stranger to me than a little
sister only added to my confusion. So, I was content to
avoid confronting the whole issue by denial and proceed
as if nothing had happened, avoiding taking any
responsibility for my actions, letting events shape
themselves.
Whatever uneasiness there may have been between us that
morning quickly dissipated, and we spent a fun day
hanging out and getting reacquainted. But I felt a very
slight undercurrent of something between us, as though
we had a tacit understanding that something had
happened, but we weren't going to deal with it just yet.
Then late that afternoon, the two of us were sitting
again relaxing under the willow tree before dinner, when
in a quiet moment, Cathy, looking down at her hands,
quietly said, "I had a hard time getting back to sleep
last night after I saw you in the bathroom."
I sat startled, alert, waiting to see where this was
going.
"I've seen diagrams and that sort of thing in health
class," she continued quietly, still looking down, "but
that was the first time I've ever actually seen a boy's
thing, at least since we were small kids."
We sat in silence a few more moments, then, suddenly
looking up at me, she said thoughtfully, "It looked so
big! Was it hard?"
I was taken aback; then, embarrassed, I stammered how
boys sometimes got hard while they were sleeping, and I
started to fumble an apology for leaving the bathroom
door open.
"That's okay," she interrupted, "I'm glad I got to see
it." Then, after a moment's silence, looking away again,
she asked me very quietly, "Would you let me see it
again sometime?"
I felt as if a bomb went off inside me. A rush of
different emotions ran through me, and I felt my face
reddening; then, surprised by a sudden boldness surging
up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying,
"Okay, if you'd like" but then suddenly the words, "You
could come to my room tonight after we turn in, if you
want..." blurted from my mouth.
As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in
the air from our sudden intimacy, Cathy changed the
subject, and we resumed the conversation that we had
been having before she had dropped her bombshell.
Throughout dinner and the rest of that evening a
correctness and politeness prevailed between us, but I
could feel that the memory of our talk was in the
forefront of both our thoughts.
As we prepared for bed, I wondered if she would actually
follow through on my invitation.
I was very excited at the prospect of "showing off" for
Cathy. I had a strong sex drive, masturbating
frequently, both alone and with a couple of friends; but
had never had any direct sexual contact with a girl, and
was eager to. For me the fact that she was my sister was
an advantage; we had a built-in intimacy, and no
prospect for needing to maintain a relationship and at
the same time, the fact that she was a relative stranger
to me made her exciting as a potential sex partner.
I went to bed, lying quietly, waiting either to go to
sleep or for the anticipated visit. Eventually I was
drifting off into my thoughts, when I heard my door open
quietly, and then close. I reached over and turned on my
bedside lamp, revealing Cathy standing there in her
nightie. I sat up awkwardly, swinging out my feet to sit
on the side of the bed, as she came over, and sat down
next to me; she looked at me, then down towards my lap,
and playfully said, "Well, let me see it!"
There was a sizable bulge pushing out the front of my
pajamas already; and as the reality of the situation
penetrated my awareness, I felt a further surge in my
dick, as I rose myself up off the bed slightly, and
pushed down the waistband of my bottoms.
My erection, now fully hard, sprang free, as Cathy
watched; and I settled back down on the edge of the bed,
leaning back on my elbows to show it off fully. Staring
at it wide-eyed, she said, "Wow! It's HUGE!"
I felt on fire; sitting back, both of us staring
intently at my stiff cock, which was rock hard, its skin
stretched shiny-tight, I basked in the thrill and
arousal of showing this cute girl my most private parts.
She studied it with great attention and curiosity; as
she looked at it, she said, "I can't believe this could
fit inside a girl!" then, "Are all boys this big?"
I explained that apparently it could fit somehow; and
that everyone is different, and as far as I could tell
from the school gym, and the few friends who I had seen
hard, that I was pretty big.
Then she asked me if I had ever had an orgasm.
I smiled, and told her that I did as often as possible,
usually once a day, sometimes twice. Wide eyed, she
moved her head closer to it to study its tip, asking,
"How much stuff comes out when you do?"
I said it depends on how hot I feel, and how long I
masturbate it; but maybe about a couple of tablespoons.
She asked, "Will you show me?"
I felt a flush of dizzying excitement, and the blood
rushing in my ears, as I acquiesced in this new level of
intimacy by reaching for my hard-on in front of her. I
grasped it with my left hand just above my balls, and
with my right hand about an inch below the rim, and
began to move both hands up and down slowly, pulling the
skin up over the rim of its head on each upstroke.
She sat next to me, and watched curiously. "Have you
ever been with a girl? Have you done this with anyone
before?"
I told her she was the first girl to see my hard-on, but
that I sometimes jacked off with a friend of mine. She
watched my balls ride up and down with each stroke,
commenting on their beefiness.
Suddenly, a drop of fluid squeezed out of the hole and
sat perched glistening on the tip; Cathy asked
excitedly, "Are you having an orgasm?"
I told her no, that as I got hotter slippery fluid came
out to lubricate it, and not to worry, when I was having
an orgasm she would know about it; and I told her we
called it "cumming," and we called masturbating "jacking
off".
As she watched excitedly, she told me how she had a girl
friend back home who had showed her how to masturbate,
and would come over to her house for sleepovers, and
they would masturbate each other. She said they called
it "finger fucking," and that her pussy also got very
wet before she would come.
We watched the drop of pre-come sitting on the tip of my
dick swelling with each downstroke of my hands, then
shrinking slightly with the upstroke as some of it was
sucked back down into the hole; I was going very slowly
to try to make it last. I felt incredibly hot; I was
panting, more excited than I had ever been; having my
sister watching me work on my erection, masturbating it
slowly and very thoroughly, was the sexiest thing I had
ever done.
It felt incredibly hot to have this curious, cute girl
eagerly watching me work on my big dick... it felt
wonderfully nasty, and the forbiddingness of the act,
considering that she was my sister, added greatly to the
thrill I felt as we watched me masturbating.
The drop of fluid finally grew too large to stay
balanced on the tip of my dick, and its own weight
started it slowly flowing down my dick. We watched it
flow down the top of my helmet-shaped head, get caught
briefly on the thick, protruding rim, and then get
dragged down the shaft when it hit my hand, leaving a
shiny, wet trail over the head as more fluid flowed
down. As the juice pooled around my hand on the shaft,
it began to make a sticky, wet sound; and Cathy
commented on how much juice was coming out.
I stopped my jacking movements, and took my hands away
from my erection, explaining to my sister that I was
getting close to cumming, and I wanted to slow down and
build up more come for her. We watched my hard-on
bouncing slightly with my pulse, which had gotten very
fast by now. It was shiny wet, stretched to its maximum
with excitement; the head a deep shiny purple, the veins
along the shaft a rich blue.
Cathy studied it all around, commenting on how much
bigger it was when it was close to cumming than when we
had started, and how wet it had gotten. I told her we
called the fluid "cream," and as we watched, a fresh
pulse of cream oozed from the head and began its trip
down the shaft.
Cathy told me how excited it made her to see my dick in
such a state, and that maybe she'd finger herself for me
after I came. I felt the urge to come subsiding, so I
grasped the shaft in the middle, with one hand now so
Cathy would have a better view. I started to slide the
skin on the shaft up and down very slowly in a steady
rhythm; the sticky sounds resumed.
Cathy commented on how amazingly loose the skin was on
my dick, that it could be slid around so far; and again
on how large my dick and balls were, saying that it must
be weird having something that big bouncing around and
hanging between my legs all the time.
"Does it hurt to have it so swollen like that?" she
asked, watching me cream.
I replied, with some difficulty being so close to
cumming, "No, it feels incredible. In fact, the harder
it is, the better it feels. When I'm really hot, like I
am now, it gets so swollen that the skin gets stretched
really tight, and gets ultra-sensitive."
At that moment, I could feel myself passing the point of
no return. I warned Cathy that I was about to come, as I
felt the incredible deliciousness of the juices pooling
in my balls; I slowed, and almost completely stopped, my
jacking, to prolong the orgasm as much as possible; my
erection started twitching involuntarily, and I stopped
rubbing it altogether, and took my hand away, as I felt
the fire building in my limbs, centering on my
midsection.
My sight began to dim, and I heard a roaring in my ears;
then, with a large spasm, my dick jumped and a thick
rope of white come shot out from its head high over my
chest, then another and another, my dick jumping in
spasm with each shot.
Cathy exclaimed, "My God!"
It was far and away the most powerful orgasm I had ever
experienced, and my erection kept bobbing over and over,
as more come, now in a stream pooling in my pubic hair,
pulsed from my erection in a diminishing flow.
As the throbbing in my genitals subsided, I returned to
awareness of my surroundings. My chest was spattered
with streams of come, trailing down to my pubic area,
which was soaked in a white puddle. Cathy repeated, "My
God. That was incredible! Was that a particularly big
one?"
I explained that it was, that having her watch me had
given me the best come I could remember. She was flushed
and breathing hard, obviously aroused by the experience
of watching me come, clearly surprised and excited by
the magnitude of the explosion.
As my hard-on began to subside, she laid back on the
bed, still breathing hard, and quickly pulled down the
white cotton panties that she had on under her nightie;
and started to urgently rub herself with her fingertips
inside the slit of her pussy, that was now exposed
openly to my view.
I saw the soft in curve of her waist, and her flat belly
above the slight nest of soft, brown curls that spread
over the mound of her pussy; I admired the pouting, now-
swollen lips of her pussy, that she was in the midst of
frantically working on, nestled between her two petite,
smooth thighs, that led up to the plump swelling of her
cute ass.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes partly closed, and
she seemed lost in the world of her arousal. I watched
with interest what she was doing with her hand; I had
never seen a girl masturbate before. Her legs were
partly spread, and she had the tips two fingers of her
right hand moving rapidly between her lips near the top
of her slit, which looked swollen and pouty.
Instinctively I reached out and with my fingertips,
touched the lips of her pussy just below where she was
so frantically rubbing. She opened her eyes as she felt
my touch, moaning "Oh!" then saying hoarsely, "I'm just
about to cum!"
I slipped my fingertips between her swollen lips near
the bottom of her slit, feeling a very warm, slippery
wetness; she pushed her head back, closed her thighs on
my hand, breathing, "Oh! Oh!" softly, as I felt the
smooth, wet flesh under my fingers start to pulse in
strong, rhythmic spasms. I felt her cumming for perhaps
twenty seconds, her pussy pulsing strongly, her entire
body tightening with each spasm, with gradually
diminishing intensity, until finally the last few pulses
were maybe five seconds apart.
She relaxed, lying back, spent. I said softly, "Wow! Was
THAT a particularly big one?"
She opened her eyes and looked over to me, and answered,
with a blend of shyness, embarrassment, and pride, "I've
never had such a big one before. I guess watching you
really made me excited; and then when you touched me..."
I agreed that seeing someone else was a major turn on; I
told her how I would get together with a friend of mine
and do it, and how hot I would feel watching them, how
seeing them come would make me want to; but it was great
seeing her do it, and that I had never seen a girl come
before.
I mopped myself off with a dirty t-shirt as she wiped
her slit with some Kleenex, then put her panties back
on. There was a slight air of embarrassment between us,
and as I pulled on my pajama bottoms, she slipped out
the door to her room, closing it quietly.
***
The next morning as I came down to breakfast, I was
apprehensive about how she would respond to me after the
events of the previous night. I was a seething cauldron
of conflicting emotions: embarrassment at having let her
see me jack off; guilt at involving my little sister,
who I ought to be protective of, in such forbidden
activities; a kind of tender closeness with her at
having shared such intimacy; and a thrilling hope that
she liked it as much as I had, and might even want to do
it again.
I entered the kitchen, to find Dad and Cathy already
sitting down to eat. I came in nonchalantly, said good
morning and sat down, glancing up surreptitiously at my
sister, to assess her mood. Father gave me a perfunctory
greeting and Cathy looked up at me, and gave me a
neutral, self-absorbed good morning back.
I was in torment; I couldn't tell what she was feeling.
I kept a cool exterior, eating breakfast normally, then
taking my dishes to the sink. Cathy ate quietly, mostly
looking down at her plate. I feared the worst; that she
was upset about last night, or worse, really suffering
inside herself at the perversion I had permitted to
happen.
Our father got up and organized himself to go off to his
work. As he said goodbye to us and headed off to the
front door, I glanced over towards Cathy nervously, as
she was rinsing her dish at the sink, fearing the
confrontation that was to come. As I heard the front
door closing, I was about to stammer out an apology for
my behavior of last night when she turned around,
looking up at me shyly, and said, "That was really
amazing last night."
My emotions did a somersault, and I felt a wild surge in
my heart, and also in my crotch. "Yeah, I thought it was
amazing, too," I agreed, feeling an excitement to be
having this conversation with her. "It was amazing
seeing your thing squirting like that. I couldn't
believe how it exploded."
Looking at me appraisingly, she asked with a gleam in
her eye, "How long do you have to wait usually before
you want to do it again?"
I said that I sometimes did it again right away, but
that it was usually better if I let it build up for at
least a few hours, or overnight. I asked her how it was
for her, and she said that it varied, but sometimes she
could do it over and over. "Would you like do it again
now? It HAS been overnight," she said coyly.
At my blushing smile, she led the way into the living
room towards the sofa.
"Would this be okay, or do you need to be lying down?"
she asked me, as we started to sit down.
I laughed as I reached to undo my belt, saying that I
could do it in any position. We sat on the sofa side by
side; and as she watched interestedly I unzipped my fly,
and slowly slid my pants and underwear halfway down my
thighs, freeing my erection to flop upwards toward my
belly. It felt so hot to be showing off my hard-on to a
girl again; I felt my dick swelling to rock-hard.
"Wow!" she said again, studying it in the brighter
morning light; then after a moment, asked, "C-can I feel
it?"
At my silence she cautiously reached a hand out, and
grasped it gently on either side of the shaft between
her thumb and fingertips. Squeezing slightly, feeling
its texture, she said, "It's so hard and warm! It feels
like it's made of rubber." She tentatively wrapped her
hand around the middle of its shaft; her small hand
wouldn't go all the way around it. "Can I make it, uh,
cum? Would you teach me how to do it?"
The velvety feeling of her hand on my erection,
squeezing it gingerly, was heaven! I couldn't believe
such sensations were possible. As she experimented with
pulling her hand up, sliding the loose skin along the
shaft up towards the head, pulling my balls up with it,
I felt a tingling playing through my entire body, from
my head to the soles of my feet. "This is going to be
incredible!" I thought.
I told her I would love it, and described to her how to
grab the shaft a few inches below the head and slowly
pull the skin on the shaft just up over the rim, letting
it back down again steadily, over and over, being
careful not to grasp the shaft too hard or to move her
hand too fast. As she heard me talking she was trying
out what I was saying, getting the feel of my dick, how
much the skin would move, squeezing with different
strengths, and so on. Her inexperience and tentativeness
added to the stimulation; feeling her do me was
incredible.
She was asking me how it felt, and how good a job she
was doing, as she continued to get the feel of jacking
me. Sighing, I told her how incredible it felt, that
even when I was being jacked off by my friend it had
never been this good; I warned her to go really slow so
I wouldn't come too soon.
I explained how much better an orgasm was when it was
built up for as long as possible; she agreed, saying
that it was the same for girls. I was fully swollen now,
and each time she pulled up on my shaft her motion made
my cock-hole pout, producing a slight "popping" sound
with each stroke.
As she continued doing me she asked me about what my
friend and I did together, and I told her how we would
get together at one of our houses when no one else was
around, and do each other; how we had started just
jacking off with each other, but eventually through
experimenting found out how much better it felt when
someone else did it to you; so now that's what we did.
I told her that we usually took turns, one of us doing
the other until he came, or sometimes we would stop just
before the other one came, and switch places again,
drawing it out; that we could sometimes last for several
hours that way, and had huge orgasms. She said she'd
love to watch us doing that sometime.
As we watched her slowly pulling on my erection, a drop
of cream oozed out the hole, and began a slow trickle
down the front of the head towards her jacking hand.
Seeing it, she asked me to warn her when I was going to
come, so she would be ready; then she asked if I did
anything special with the cream when it started
dripping.
I told her how you could just let it drip down and build
up around the jacking hand and it would get nice and
slippery, but that the best thing was to use a fingertip
to softly spread the wetness all around the head, making
it really slippery, and then softly tickle the head and
rim, making an incredibly intense burning-tingling
sensation.
Hearing this, she softly stopped her jacking, and using
her index fingertip, started drawing soft circles slowly
around the head, dragging the stream of cream behind her
finger.
I sighed, "Ahhh..." and told her how hot she was making
me feel. I told her she better stop soon or that she'd
make me cum, and what she was doing felt too intense.
She stopped, and asked me if she could just feel me up,
if that would be less intense and let me last; I told
her I thought so.
She moved her hand away from the tip, and reached it
down to feel my balls, reaching with her other hand to
trace the thick column that ran up the underside of my
shaft. I warned her that if she stayed away from the
head it should be okay, and to be very gentle with my
balls. She put her palm down between my legs and hefted
my big sack, bouncing slightly up and down, feeling the
weight; it filled her cupping palm, spilling slightly
over each side of her palm.
Then she explored the shape of each ball, gently rolling
them through her fingers, marveling at their size. She
gently pushed my hard-on down towards my belly, letting
it bounce back up, studying its movement, asking if that
was okay.
I told her to let go and I would show her something; and
when she did, I started flexing my groin muscle, making
my shaft bounce up and down; then tightening and holding
the muscles, making it stick straight out and swell even
more, the head growing shiny and darker red with
swelling, a fresh stream of cream being forced out the
hole. She grasped the shaft near the base and aimed it
different directions, up and down, side to side,
exploring the way it moved.
I told her it was probably okay to start jacking it off
again, and she grasped it with both hands as she had
seen me doing last night. It was funny seeing her small
hands on my big shaft, not able to reach around it, far
from the base or the head; with more than an inch of
shaft showing between them.
She started jacking her hands in unison, asking me if
she was doing it "right" I told her, "Just keep it up
just like that for a few more minutes and you'll see how
right you're doing it."
She giggled, and said that then we'd just have to see. I
told her that I was wet enough, so that if she loosened
her grip a little bit, her hands would start sliding up
over the skin and up over the head as she jacked me off,
and it would send me over the top.
I slumped down a little further in the sofa, pushing my
pelvis out farther so my dick was sticking out as far as
possible as she brought me into the home stretch. She
was leaning over my midsection, working on me intently
with both hands. My shaft was soaked, cream streaming
steadily from the tip down over her slowly pumping
hands, running down wetting the dark thatch of my pubic
hair. Her movements were producing a steady murmur of
wet, sticky sounds, that were the only sounds in the
room, our conversation dying as we concentrated on
masturbation.
I told her to watch my balls; that just before a boy
comes, his balls rise up and tighten a bit; I told her
that if she slowed her jacking way down when she saw
them rising, she would make me have the biggest orgasm
possible. She leaned forward a bit more, to get a better
view of my balls rising and falling as she did me and
after only about a minute more, she said excitedly,
"They look like they're rising; are you about to come?"
I was too far immersed in my impending orgasm to answer
her directly, but as I moaned assent she slowed her
jacking way down, to maybe a stroke every second or two.
I was delirious with pleasure; I felt paralyzed, my
limbs rigid with ecstasy; my genitals felt completely
engorged and stretched to their maximum, painfully so.
I felt the juices pooling in my balls; and a huge wave
of tingling energy was sweeping slowly inward from my
hands and feet toward my groin, building as it came,
until, when it reached my center, I felt my entire body
stiffen, and my dick began pulsing spasmodically,
sending thick gobs of semen squirting out over my chest.
Cathy watched in amazement, and she kept jerking me off
as the spasms slowly died down, when I told her to start
easing off.
As I lay back exhausted, she told me how exciting it was
to feel how strongly my dick throbbed in her hands while
I was cumming; and that feeling that, and seeing how
strongly I squirted, and how much come there was
shooting out really gave her a feeling for how hard I
came. She said that her orgasms were wonderful, but she
thought that I definitely won for strength; no wonder I
liked to do it so much!
We lay back and watched my erection slowly subsiding. I
felt a new kind of warmth, that I had never felt before
toward anyone else, toward my sister. The intimacy of
sharing so completely my most basic urges and actions
with another person, a cute, interested girl, who seemed
to accept, and even greatly enjoy, my most intimate
needs and urges, was moving in a very deep way; and I
felt a much more than just sexual satisfaction warming
me.
Cathy got up and got a towel from the kitchen, and
started to mop up the come from my chest and belly. She
said, "After you rest a bit, I'll let you do it to me."
I told her I didn't know how to do a girl, but I'd like
to try it; and she said that then we were even, she'd
teach me, like I had just taught her. As we lay back and
talked, and she told me about her experiences; how a
friend of hers had taught her about masturbating, and
how they enjoyed doing it with each other on sleepovers.
She said her friend's name was Liz, who she had known
casually for a few years, but really befriended a year
ago. After they had started hanging out together at
school, she had invited Liz, who was a year older, over
to her house for a sleepover.
As they had gotten ready for bed that evening and were
changing into their nighties, in the course of seeing
each others' bodies the talk had gotten more intimate,
and at Liz's questioning it had emerged that Cathy
didn't know about masturbating.
She of course knew that it felt nice to touch herself
between her legs, but she didn't know how far it could
go. Liz had then told her that she had a treat coming,
and had told her to lie back and let her show Cathy what
she was missing.
They compared their bodies; Cathy's breasts were
starting to blossom nicely, and Liz's were more full and
rounded; and Liz's pussy had a fuzzy patch of soft hair
around it, while Cathy's was much less furry. Liz had
then tickled, pinched, and rubbed Cathy's breasts and
nipples until she started feeling a warm and rich
feeling inside herself.
Cathy, at Liz's encouragement, was likewise doing Liz's
tits in the way she was being done; after a while, when
they were both "feeling hot," Liz had started stroking
and tickling Cathy's pussy-lips on the outside, which
Cathy reciprocated. It was a much more insistent
stimulation than Cathy had ever done before, and she
felt her pussy swelling and opening, and becoming moist,
as was Liz's; they then began including the smooth skin
inside their lips in their tickling and rubbing.
Liz had started rubbing Cathy's clit insistently,
alternating with rubbing the outside of her little hole
farther down; when Cathy had reciprocated, Liz told her
to push her finger inside the hole while she was rubbing
her clit; she tried to do the same to Cathy, but no more
than the tip of her little finger would fit in.
They did each other intensely for a while, each of them
getting wetter and wetter, until Liz had cried out, and
Cathy had felt her friend's pussy throbbing over and
over; then Liz had gotten up on her knees and worked on
Cathy feverishly, until after several minutes of this
she started to have this amazing feeling surge through
her, and then her whole body convulsed, as her pussy had
its first orgasm. She said that ever since that night,
they had gotten together regularly to do each other,
just like me and my friend did; "It must run in the
family!," she giggled.
As she had been telling me this story, she had lain
back, and had let her dressing gown fall open, revealing
that she was naked underneath it. Listening to her, I
drank in the view of her figure; I hadn't seen any other
girls naked except in pictures, and had been too
absorbed last night to fully notice the nuances of her
femaleness. Her breasts were not large, but were shaped
very full and rounded, with prominent large, dark
nipples; I imagined from this that they would be much
larger when she was older, like our mother's were.
She was slim, but already had the narrow waist and
swelling hips of a woman, developed early for her age.
She had a flat belly, subtly curving down to a cutely
protruding mound above her pussy, which was lightly
covered in a downy patch of dark, soft curls; and the
lips of her treasure, which she had begun to
absentmindedly stroke lightly with her fingertips as she
recounted to me the story of her initiation into sex,
were swollen pink and puffy (no doubt from the as yet
unrequited excitement of jacking me off); slightly
spread, with the reddish folds of her inner lips and the
swollen tongue of flesh hiding her clit projecting from
them.
I asked her if I could feel her breasts; in answer she
reached out and took my hand, guiding it to her chest,
and placing it cupping the breast nearest me. I was
enthralled with its soft, silky warmth, and gently
squeezed it, sliding my palm over its smoothness, her
big nipple rubbing over my palm; Cathy's eyes drifted
half-closed, and she gave a little sigh, encouraging me
to continue. Putting her own hand on her other tit, she
demonstrated for me how to tickle and pull on the
nipple, and massage and stroke the rounded curve of the
flesh, which I tried as I watched her.
Her nipples swelled and stiffened, growing quite large,
as we worked on them; she told me how good it felt, and
that she could get very close to orgasm just by that;
and that she and Liz liked to just do each other's tits
until they each couldn't stand it, only then finishing
each other off quickly by fingering each other's pussy.
After a few minutes, she pushed with her free hand on my
arm, urging it to move downward from her chest across
her belly; I stopped over her curls, running my fingers
through them. They were downy-soft; clearly they were a
fairly recent growth.
I continued sliding my hand down her mound, my fingers
moving down over the top of her slit, rubbing gently
over her lips, bumping against the protrusion of her
clit, sliding down over the moist folds of flesh
sticking out from between her swollen lips, to cup her
entire cunt softly against my fingers; she moaned
softly, spreading her legs a little more, and pushing
her pussy up against my hand slightly. She had continued
to pull at her nipple as I felt down to her cunt, and
continued my exploration.
I slid my hand back up along her pussy, allowing my
middle finger to slip between the lips, dragging it very
slowly upwards over the smooth, wet, silky flesh it
found inside; first down into the deeper depression
around her hole that I had explored last night, then
sliding up along the increasingly shallow furrow, slick
with juice, finally bumping up over the mound of her
clit, at which point she let out a soft, pleading moan,
and pushed her hips forward slightly again.
I continued slowly dragging the whole length of my
finger over her clit until I cleared it at the top of
her slit, then I reversed my direction, lightly
repeating the journey I had just made until my hand
again was completely lightly cupping her pussy. I
couldn't believe I was actually feeling a girls cunt! I
asked her if it felt good, and she breathed, "oh, yes!";
I asked her if what I was doing would make her come, and
she said, "don't stop, and you won't have to wait very
long to find out"
She was now lying back with her eyes closed, completely
relaxed, breathing heavily, her legs spread, her one
hand still playing absently with her tit, the other
lying forgotten resting against my hip; completely
absorbed in getting masturbated. I was feeling very
turned on by the relaxed, totally intimate sexuality of
the situation, the openness with which she was letting
me explore her most private parts.
My cock, which had been reposing along my thigh where it
had fallen as it had deflated, again began swelling,
rising from its resting place, and slowly pointing up
again toward the ceiling. In the slow gyration over my
belly that it made as it swelled, it grazed her hand,
and as she felt it she reached out, feeling for it, and
grasped it. The sensation of her small hand on my shaft
accelerated its swelling, quickly raising it to its full
size sticking up over my belly.
We laid back side by side, our arms crossed, each of us
with a hand on the other's genitals, slowly masturbating
each other. It seemed like time had stopped; the only
sounds in the room for this indeterminable interlude was
our slow, heavy breathing, the slick, sticky sounds made
by my fingers in her now dripping slit, and the fleshy,
kissing sounds my erection made as she slowly jacked me
off.
It was heaven. I was watching us do each other, when
Cathy let her eyes drift partially open, and turned her
head slightly towards me, and our eyes met; the mutual
surrender to our lust that we each saw in the other's
eyes was magnetic, and we held each other's gaze
steadily as we continued our mutual masturbation.
Her pussy lips were swollen wide open now, and my
movements had evolved to a period of slow, light rubbing
around her clit, then a journey down to tickle around
her hole, drawing more juice from there back to work
around her clit again. She was guiding me somewhat with
slight movements of her hips, as I was with her jacking,
and she began to encourage me to push my finger more
into her hole on each trip. It wouldn't fit easily, and
I was afraid of hurting her, but her pushing was
insistent; so I was getting my middle finger about
halfway into her, and moving it partially in and out
several times each pass.
She was panting slightly now, her mouth relaxed open,
and she seemed to be sinking farther into her sex-
trance. I could see her heart pounding in the throbbing
of the veins in her neck, and her eyes were rolling back
slightly under her eyelids. I was also panting; I felt
so hot; the thrill of making her so sexually aroused and
her haphazard jacking on my hard-on, were sending me
over the top. Suddenly she whispered hoarsely, "Leave
your finger in, and rub me with your thumb at the same
time." I did so, and almost at once, she closed her eyes
and started quietly sighing.
I felt her whole body tensing, and suddenly her pussy
clamped down hard on my penetrating finger. It gripped
me tightly for a second, then released, tightening and
releasing spasmodically over and over as she came.
As the pulsing in her pussy started winding down, I felt
my own orgasm approaching; as she felt my dick swelling
to its maximum, she opened her eyes in time to see the
first throb of my erection as it came. We watched a
thick stream of semen flow from the head of my dick,
down over her fingers, then dripping to pool in my
navel; since I had recently come it didn't shoot, but
its stream did thicken with each throb of my penis.
We lay there exhausted for several minutes, until Cathy
quietly said to me, "It never felt so good before, I
love doing this with you; and watching your big thing
come makes me so hot!" I told her that it was the same
with me; I'd never had such a big come as she gave me
today, and that she was very good at jacking off boys. I
picked up the already soaked towel from earlier and
started to wipe myself up, as she asked me playfully if
we could have another lesson soon...
***
Over the next week Cathy jacked me off daily, sometimes
twice a day; she often let me do her too, but her joy
seemed to be to feel my rock-hard erection twitching and
throbbing involuntarily in her little hands as she did
me, finally getting to feel it pulse spasmodically as
the semen forcefully squirted through it as she brought
me to orgasm. I was incredibly happy that she wanted to
go further into the sexual exploration we had begun; and
as much as I enjoyed doing her, the fact that she
particularly seemed to enjoy making me come was,
needless to say, great with me.
She took command of out sessions, experimenting with
every aspect of handjobs. She began posing me in
different positions to do me, and took great pleasure in
watching her handiwork from different angles. I went
along with her inventiveness; never before had I come so
hard as I did daily in her hands, and I was eager to
accommodate whatever it would take to increase her
enjoyment of our forbidden activities.
That week began the next morning after our double
session in the living room; she suggested we go
outdoors. She led me into a copse of trees over by the
back corner of the house, nervously looking around to
assess our visibility to any neighbors, and when we were
well within the little woods she asked me, with a
contrived casualness, "Can you come standing up?"
Excited by her forwardness, I felt a swelling in my
pants; I told her of course, in fact that's how I
started jacking off with my friend Greg, in the woods
behind our little pond after we would swim. We would
sneak off into the woods, pull our trunks down, and
watch each other do it, telling each other our various
erotic fantasies we hoped to enact when we were "older"
She told me to lower my pants enough so that "my thing"
would be sticking out, and as I undid my belt she stood
next to me on my right, rubbing shoulders with my arm,
facing in towards my front, eagerly watching my actions.
I slid my jeans down a bit, revealing the tent my
swelling cock was raising in my underwear; and as she
looked on appraisingly, I slid them down to where my
jeans were bunched at mid-thigh. As the elastic
waistband slid over my protruding cock it caught briefly
on the thick rim of its head, then releasing it to
spring up bouncing to its full erect length as I pushed
them down my thighs.
I heard Cathy suck in her breath as she saw it; she
impulsively reached out her right hand and grasped it
around the base, squeezing it firmly. I was surprised by
the strength of her grasp, and felt a hot burning in my
erection as her pressure powerfully forced blood into
its head-end, distending it even further. It was amazing
to see how swollen it became, larger than I had ever
seen it, the veins curling along its shaft distended
thickly, the head stretched bright red, shiny and huge,
its whole shaft distended and deep red as it became
further engorged with blood.
She exclaimed "Wow!" slowly releasing her pressure, the
supernormal swelling subsiding as my hard-on shrank
slightly to its normal erect size. "Did that hurt you?
Did I squeeze too hard?"
I told her that it didn't really hurt, but that the
extra swelling actually felt great. She repeated her
squeezing, then slowly releasing, several more times,
and we noticed that after a few cycles the abnormal
swelling stayed somewhat, my normally big erection red
and swollen to a new larger size.
"Look at how big it is!" she muttered in wonder, as she
started to pull its loose skin up along the shaft to
bunch below the head with a looser pressure, starting to
jack me off.
(This new trick she had discovered to stretch me out
even larger became her standard technique for starting
to jack me off over the next few weeks. We noticed that
my normal hard size seemed to be increasing slightly
under this regimen, so she worked the time up until she
did me like this for about five minutes at the start of
each session; and after a few weeks of this, my erection
was noticeably thicker than before... but I'm getting
ahead of the story.)
She continued to steadily work on my hard-on, chatting
occasionally about some aspect of my equipment and the
way it worked as she would notice it... this was after
all only our third "date," and it was still all quite
new to her.
After a few minutes of her steady handjob, a drop of
clear fluid appeared on the tip of my dick, quickly
turning into a slow flow that started oozing down the
front of its head, suddenly getting caught up by her
hand jacking me and dragged in a string down my shaft,
where her slow pumping started spreading it with a
sticky wet sound all along the shaft in a shiny film.
"I'm learning this can be messy work!," she purred.
I was incredibly turned on; my cock was burning as it
was stretched out so full, twitching involuntarily,
rock-hard; I felt dizzy, and it was becoming hard to
stay standing under the pull of the intense orgasm that
was slowly building in me under her excruciating
handjob. I had encouraged her to jack me very slowly,
but very steadily, which had an inexorably intense
effect, making me want to cum but not really pushing me
over the edge, so the orgasm that was slowly building in
my balls felt huge.
She asked me if I could spread my legs a bit, standing
there with my pants bunched at mid thigh; I complied,
and she reached her left hand around behind me and
through my open legs, and started fondling my balls from
behind while she continued to do me with her other hand.
It felt incredible, a complete overload of stimulation;
I felt that familiar tingling in my arms and legs,
building and converging on my crotch; my sight grew dim,
and I felt a huge surge of fluids churning in my groin;
and as a flash of light went off in my head, my erection
tightened and I felt a huge surge of cream rushing
through my shaft, shooting out in a long arc onto the
leaves two feet in front of me as we watched, followed
by another and another.
Cathy was relishing my powerful orgasm, watching with an
intense lust burning in her eyes as my huge erection
pulsed spastically in her hands again and again, streams
of thick semen at first spurting, then flowing in a
pulsing stream, down to pool on the ground.
I felt weak in the knees, and almost staggered backwards
as my orgasm slowly subsided; Cathy leaned into me to
steady me until I again caught my balance. She milked
the last few drops of cum from hard-on with several
long, squeezing pulls, and gently released it as it
settled once again to rest hanging over my balls. "Wow,
that was a big one!" she said, still breathing hard, as
she helped me in pulling up my pants.
I turned a bit to face her sideways, and reached and
slipped my hand experimentally down inside the elastic
waistband of the tartan skirt she was wearing, watching
carefully for what her reaction would be; and as my
fingers entered the waistband of her soft panties and my
palm slipped down to cup the puffy hillock of her
genitals, was encouraged to proceed with my exploration
by her spreading her legs slightly as she stood there,
to allow me better access between her legs.
Her eyes were still glazed over in lust as they had
become since watching her own handiwork push me over the
edge of orgasm, and she distractedly encouraged me to
continue my work her between her legs with subtle
wiggles of her hips while she talked excitedly, asking
me all about my previous masturbatory experiences with
my friend.
I had started to slide my fingertips slowly up and down
the inside of her slit and up over the soft down
covering her lips and her mound, exploring and lightly
feeling the now-moist folds of her pussy, while I
answered her questions about my jack-off buddy. I told
her his name was Greg and he had been a friend of mine
as long as I could remember; how in the summer of my
fourteenth year we had admitted to each other that we
jacked off, and as we were swimming in the pond down
back. We went in the woods and did it while we talked to
each other.
I guess we had gotten turned on at our talk, but that
first time we had hidden from each other's view behind
the trees, but it was so hot to talk to a friend while
we were doing it that we started doing it daily
together.
Cathy was now standing listening to my story with her
eyes closed, pushing her hips slightly back and forth
against my hand as I fingered her. I started to try and
slip my other hand also down inside the front of her
skirt, but as soon as she felt my attempt she helped me
by slipping her thumbs in the side of the waistband and
sliding her skirt down to her mid thigh, as my pants had
been while she did me.
I continued my story through our maneuvering, and she
never opened her eyes, resuming the slow gyrations of
her hips once her skirt was down. I left her panties on,
reaching the fingers of my second hand up through the
elastic of one of the leg-openings, starting to slowly
finger the opening of her vagina with my middle finger
while I continued to softly jack her off with my other
hand from above.
As I continued doing her, I told her how the second time
Greg and I had jerked off together we got up the nerve
to watch each other doing it. We both thought it was
very hot watching each other, and each had a big cum, at
almost the same time. It was amazing seeing someone else
cumming, very hot.
We started doing it almost every day together, and after
a few weeks, curiosity led us to feel each others hard-
ons; and one thing leading to another, we took turns
jacking each other off. We discovered that it felt
incredible, much better when someone else did it to you
than when you did it yourself, and started doing each
other every day, sometimes twice daily.
I now had my finger in her up to its second joint; she
was very wet, and I was working it in and out of her
cunt slowly, bending and twisting it to stimulate all
around inside her, while with my other hand I jacked her
clit. As I had been telling her my story, she had
interrupted me a few times urgently, interjecting
whispered directions about how I should be doing her
between my sentences, which I had complied with even as
I kept on talking. I could tell that hearing about my
sexual explorations, particularly since they were of an
even more forbidden nature than what we were doing now,
was adding to the arousal that my masturbating her pussy
was giving her.
She was now thrusting her hips in time with my motions,
pushing my finger deep inside her; she was panting, eyes
closed, her mouth opened and her head falling slightly
back. She managed to say hoarsely "I'd really love to
watch you two doing each other..." her voice trailing
off in her lust-trance, then suddenly almost barking
"Oh! Oh!" as I felt her cunt clamp down on my finger,
hard, again and again, as she came.
She grabbed my hand and pressed it hard into her clit,
and I kept jacking her as she came, my other finger
buried in her soaking, violently contracting cunt; she
gave a little whimper with each orgasmic contraction,
each slightly diminishing in strength after the first
three or four, until finally only random, fluttery
pulses gripped my finger more gently. She urged me with
her movements to keep doing her until even those small
after-throbs had ceased, then, her eyes drifting open, a
lax smile on her lips, she hugged my hand to her belly,
and looked into my eyes.
I had stopped telling my story when I noticed she had
started cumming, concentrating on enjoying the feeling
of her climaxing pussy throbbing in my hands; now we
stood there, basking in the warm feeling of intimate
satisfaction that sharing an orgasm brought. I carefully
slipped my finger out of her pussy, and as we looked
down, noticed the urgent bulge tenting my pants that the
excitement of masturbating her had raised; patting it,
she asked, "Are you ready for some more already?"
Moving her hand away, I told her that I'd rather wait
until later, and she agreed, saying she wanted me to
build up as much cum-juice as I could; she loved
watching me squirt all over. As she reached to pull up
her skirt she noticed how soaked my handjob had made her
panties, and she said "What a mess! Next time we better
take them all the way off!" Next time; at those words, I
felt a renewed surge of warmth surging in my groin...
***
The next day she did me twice, first in the morning
lying on my back on the floor, while she knelt between
my spread legs, thoroughly exploring my crotch while she
did me, resulting in another huge cum; then that night
she came into my room after bedtime and jacked me off
again standing in front of her, while she sat on the
edge of my bed.
She said how much she enjoyed watching my dick getting
so hot and cumming so close to her face, where she could
study it thoroughly. My orgasm that time surprised her,
so the first shot almost hit her square in the mouth
before she could lean back and pull her face out of the
line of fire.
After I was all done she tentatively stuck out her
tongue, and touched its tip to the spurt of cum on her
cheek, wondering what it tasted like. Apparently finding
it not too bad, she wiped the spurt off her cheek with a
finger and tasted it again, this time more thoroughly;
looking thoughtful as she explored the sensation of cum
in her mouth, she then looked up at me with a playful
smile, and said, "Maybe I'll make you cum with my mouth
one of these days."
***
That evening she let me do her afterwards, and after I
made her cum thoroughly while lying back on my bed, I
withdrew my finger from deep inside her cunt and put it
in my mouth, sharing the exploration of each other's
flavor with her; and finding it not bad, I told her I'd
be glad to try doing her with my mouth whenever she
liked, and we could see how it was.
Our time together was wonderful; when we weren't making
each other cum, we were getting to know each other in a
relaxed, accepting way, renewing our acquaintance more
and more from our childhood together. She was wonderful;
cute, intelligent, funny, curious, irreverent, and the
sex we were sharing gave us a relaxed intimacy that made
it easy to open to each other. I think I would have
fallen "in love" with her, except that the fact that she
was my sister enabled me to love her in a more relaxed,
less obsessive way than romantic love might allow.
She kept coming back to how she would love to see Greg
and I masturbating together. I was reluctant to consider
this, maybe partly out of jealousy at sharing Cathy with
anyone sexually in any sense, but more because I was
embarrassed about jacking off another male; doing it had
been great, at least before I became "involved" with
Cathy, and talking about it with her was nasty fun, but
the thought of actually doing it in front of her seemed
to bother me.
But the next day, after she had done her usual
preliminary stretching squeezes on my cock and was in
the home stretch of jacking me off in front of her (she
was again sitting on my bed with me standing in front of
her, stroking my erection with both hands; she had her
blouse off, and was going to make me cum on her
breasts), noticing I was approaching orgasm.
She suddenly stopped moving her hands and just held my
throbbing hard-on, saying that she wouldn't finish me
until I would promise to put on a show for her with
Greg. I gasped that that wasn't fair, but she stayed
still, saying, "Promise!"
Of course I did: she started up again, and almost
immediately I had a huge cum, squirting thick ropes of
semen all across her breasts as she watched smiling in
triumph at both the massive orgasm she brought me to,
and my succumbing to her strategy.
She held me to it, reminding me later of my promise, so
that night I reluctantly called Greg and arranged to
have him cum over the next day. In the midst of a
mundane conversation I suggested casually that he not
jack off that night, so he knew what we would be up to.
Greg didn't know that Cathy was living there, I didn't
tell him about her; we had conspired that we would
arrange a way for her to watch us at it in hiding, and
only I would know we were being watched.
Later that evening we set the stage for our show,
putting a chair in the closet of the spare room, and
checking that she could sit in it with the light off and
the closet door opened a crack, and get a good view of
the twin beds that were in that room, while not being
seen herself. After a few trial runs repositioning the
chair to just the right angle, me lying on the bed as a
model, we were content that it would work.
That night and the next morning I grew more and more
apprehensive about it letting myself be seen by another
person, a girl, being jacked off by another guy, and
worse still, doing the same to him; it felt extremely
embarrassing; yet at the same time strangely exciting.
Cathy's eagerness to see it lessened, but did not
remove, my apprehension.
We decided to hold off on any sex from once we had
arranged it, so that I could build up a bigger load;
Cathy seemed fascinated with how much sperm I produced,
and always wanted to get as much as possible out of me.
As the time approached for Greg to arrive I was in a
turmoil of conflicting emotions; but when the bell rang
and Cathy snuck off to her hiding place in the closet,
as I went to answer the door, a freeing sense of
inevitability came over me, and I opened the door
contented, and even excited, at what I knew was to come.
After we chatted a bit in the kitchen and had a soda, I
suggested we go up to the spare room and kick back. He
knew what that meant, and agreed eagerly.
We entered the spare room and locked the door. Even
though dad was at work, we had the sense that what we
were doing was so taboo that paranoia was in order. I
saw the closet door was open a crack, and knew Cathy was
in position, watching eagerly; that knowledge was
suddenly extremely exciting to me. I nonchalantly
maneuvered us so that we were standing in her field of
view facing the closet, and started to take my pants and
underwear off, Greg following suit.
We were both already hard with the anticipation of what
was to come, and I looked at us appraisingly, as I
imagined Cathy must be doing also. My tall, moderately
athletic frame was a good match for the thick, swollen
hard-on projecting prominently from beneath my shirt,
and Greg's slighter build also went well with his cock,
it was almost as long as mine, but not nearly so thick,
its slimness making it look longer than it was by
proportion.
He said, "Well, who's going to go first?"
I suggested that we do him first; I was eager to get
that possible humiliation in Cathy's eyes over with as
soon as possible, and also after I came my doubts about
the taboos we're violating bother me more, I'd just as
soon keep up the eagerness my lust generated in me.
He lay down on his back on the bed nearest the closet,
just a few feet from Cathy's gaze, and I knelt on the
floor next to the bed, being careful to position myself
so that Cathy would have the best possible view.
His erection was fully swollen, straining straight
upwards; I imagined how we must look to Cathy, me
kneeling as if in worship at the altar of the sacred
cock, both of our prominent projecting hard-ons
reinforcing that image. We were both rock-hard from
Pavlovian conditioning, the memory of the intense
orgasms we had learned to consistently give each other
giving rise in our bodies to the anticipation of another
toe-curling cum.
He gave his erection a few preparatory strokes; and as I
reached for it I felt an extra wave of excitement wash
over me, the secret knowledge that we were being watched
greatly intensifying the sexy nastiness I always felt
when Greg and I got together to do each other. The
swollen head of my hard-on was already dripping cream at
the thought of the tableau we were presenting, and we
hadn't even started yet.
I took hold of his cock, and started with a series of
the swelling squeezes that Cathy had discovered; I told
him it was a trick I had stumbled on, and, as we
watched, after getting reassurance that it wasn't
hurting him to be squeezed so hard, we marveled at the
increased girth of his cock; especially its head, which
was now a stretched, shiny purple, under the pressure of
all the additional blood I was forcing into it. He was
sighing under his breath at the intense pleasure of
feeling so stretched out; and after a few minutes of
this technique his erection was swollen to new heights.
I started jacking him off slowly, pulling the loose skin
of his shaft in long strokes from its base, up over the
rim of its head and back down all the way to the light
shock of hair at its base, telling him to let me know
before he got too close to cumming, so I could stop and
let him recover a bit before I started up again, to work
up a really huge load. He had a stupid smile on his face
at the prospect, and his eyes were drifting half-closed
as the familiar sensation of getting jacked off took
possession of his senses. I imagined Cathy watching his
large balls riding up and down with each stroke.
I worked on him steadily. After a few minutes a drop of
cream appeared on the tip of his upright cock, which
quickly increased and started to trickle down toward the
rim. Seeing it I paused in my jacking him, and caught
the thick fluid along the inside of my thumb, smearing
it all around the rim of his cock-head (theatrically for
Cathy's benefit), then resumed my slow, steady jacking,
producing a sticky sound each time my hand hit the now-
slick tip. He half-groaned, half-sighed in pleasure, and
after only a few more minutes, the shiny film of fluid
on the head being constantly replenished, he warned me
that he was about to cum.
I quickly took my hand away from his erection so as not
to accidentally push him over the edge. His rod stuck
out stiffly, bouncing strongly with his heartbeat, which
was pumping fast; he was breathing heavily, and as we
watched a fresh pulse of cream oozed from out of his
cock-head. After several seconds he sighed deeply, and
said he was passing the danger point; I asked him if I
could start in again, and he nodded.
Now I formed my thumb and first finger into a circle,
and started to rub fairly quickly lightly up and down
just over the rim of his cockhead, maybe a quarter-inch
or so above and below it. I knew this produced an
intense, burning stimulation that would make him hotter
and hotter, but wouldn't make him cum; eventually it
would, but then he would really explode.
As I kept this up he started breathing faster, almost
panting; he was creaming thickly now, in pulses, which
my quick, light jacking was whipping into a white froth
that was building up around the top of his shaft. His
cock was swollen rock-hard, a bright red from all the
stimulation it was receiving, and he was sighing under
his breath on each out-breath. After several more
minutes of this I could see his balls start to rise as
he once again approached orgasm, and I again quickly
took my hand away.
This time his dick went into several irregular spasms of
a half-orgasm, the stream of thick fluid oozing from its
tip thickening on each pulse, but I had pulled my hand
away in time, and he didn't go quite over the top. He
was panting, and his legs gave several involuntary
twitches; and after maybe a minute, we decided it was
safe to start in again.
I was really giving Cathy a show; I had decided to pull
out all the stops to try to really turn her on watching
us, and also there was a slight competitive edge; I
wanted to raise the bar on what her idea of a great
handjob could be, so I was pouring it on.
I almost brought Greg to orgasm three more times,
stopping each time just at the brink. I kept up the same
technique, just tickling the rim of his cock-head. I
knew it would be getting somewhat numb and irritated,
making it even harder, but more urgent, for him to cum.
His body was covered in a shiny film of sweat; he was
panting, his eyes rolled back; his limbs were twitching
irregularly, and his erection was purple, and covered in
frothy cream.
After he passed the danger point the fifth time, I went
back to doing him with a full stroke over the entire
length of his shaft; but he was now so wet that I could
glide my hand smoothly along the surface of his skin. I
knew this would make him cum soon, but I jacked him
ultra-slowly to prolong the inevitable a bit longer. He
groaned as he felt my full hand gliding over his
throbbing erection, knowing that release was just around
the corner.
Very suddenly, without any warning, his cock started
violently pulsing; the first three spastic throbs were
dry, and very close together; then on the fourth pulse,
a jet of cum shot forth from his cock like I'd never
seen; It went up over his head and hit the headboard! It
was followed by two more super-strong jets that flew
over his chest, then settled down into a series of more
normal sized spurts that kept cumming in an ever
diminishing series, pooling on his belly.
I couldn't believe how long he kept cumming. After maybe
eleven spurts he couldn't shoot anymore, but his dick
kept throbbing, a stream of cum pulsing in a diminishing
flow down over my hand. He had let out a yell on that
first shot, and moaned "Oh, oh, oh.." with each throb
throughout the entire incredible explosion.
His erection finally stopped pulsing and slowly began to
shrink in my hand. Greg's eyes drifted open dazedly, and
we surveyed the results; his chest was streaked with
ropes of semen, and there was a large elongated pool of
cum from his navel to the base of his cock. There was a
large wet spot on the carpet between my legs where I was
kneeling under the end of where my still-raging erection
was hanging, a sticky string of pre-cum trailing from my
cock-head to the puddle.
"Wow, man! You out did yourself! That was incredible!"
he said, starting to wipe himself up with one of the
towels I had put out for the occasion; then, smiling at
the sight of my angrily swollen cock, added, "And I can
see you're ready for payback!"
We traded places, he kneeling by the side of the bed,
and I laying back, my large erection jutting from my
midsection eagerly. He of course didn't know about Cathy
watching from the closet, so although the position he
took wasn't optimum for her viewing, still I thought it
would be adequate, and I winked over in her direction as
Greg grasped my stretched, stiff cock.
The feeling of his hand on my burning cock was heaven;
although Cathy's small hand felt much nastier on my big
hard-on, just the feeling of letting go and relaxing
into the experience of someone else working to make me
cum was paradise. I suggested he try the stretching
squeeze I had used on him, and he got the hang of it
quickly, commenting on how much bigger my already large
member swelled under the pressure.
"It's cool that you're bigger than me," he said. "It's a
turn-on feeling such a big one in my hand and look at it
now!" he added, in the midst of a particularly strong
squeeze.
It felt almost painful, his hard squeezing and the
forced stretching out of the skin as it swelled under
unusual pressure, but also felt extremely erotic and
sensitive to be so swollen.
He started jacking me off slowly, using both hands
moving in unison, one near the base of my shaft and the
other above it. I was already very wet from the
excitement of doing him, and his previous squeezing had
forced out a stream of cream each time; so my erection
was shiny with pre-cum before he even started jacking it
off, and his motions were producing a wet, slurping
sound from the start, more cream flowing out with each
stroke.
The knowledge that Cathy was watching me eagerly submit
to this forbidden sexual indulgence, willingly having my
huge erection pumped by a male, working to have as large
an orgasm as possible, all under her surreptitious,
eager gaze, was incredibly erotic and nasty. I was
panting uncontrollably within a few minutes; I wanted to
hold out as long as possible for Cathy's benefit, but my
cock was already starting to twitch randomly as my
orgasm was building up, and I could feel that tingling
feeling starting to possess my extremities, slowly
building toward my groin.
And then, with an uncontrollable suddenness my hard-on
slammed into its first orgasmic contraction as lightning
exploded in my head; I felt a massive volume of cum
surging through my cock, as if someone had suddenly
turned a garden hose on full blast; and a thick rope of
semen jetted out in a high arc over my belly, landing on
my neck and along my chest, followed by another and
another, in a seemingly endless succession. I was
swallowed in ecstasy, completely lost in the warm,
enveloping universe of orgasm, timelessly suspended in
the bliss of the massive flow of semen pulsing through
my cock, over and over again...
Eventually I came to myself and felt my eyes drift open,
as Greg was releasing my slowly sagging organ. My chest
and belly, and his hand, were drenched in cum. I reached
out for a towel, sighing deeply at the release I felt,
strongly multiplied by the knowledge of its having been
witnessed by my sister.
I was excitedly looking forward to talking with her
later about it, and to find out how she enjoyed the
spectacle. With that anticipation in mind, and my
enthusiasm for the encounter with Greg drained along
with my semen, I allowed his visit to wind down to an
end as smoothly as I could manage.
***
It turned out to be a while before I got to talk to her
about what she had witnessed; our dad got home just as
Greg was leaving, and insisted on taking us out for
burgers and a movie, trying to manufacture quality
family time as best he could. So by the time we got home
and had dispensed with the parental visiting, it was
time to head up to bed; but on the stairs Cathy said to
me quietly, "I'll come in later; I can't wait to tell
you how your 'show' was for me!"
I rushed through my nighttime routine and turned in,
eagerly anticipating her visit; and a while after I had
drifted off into my thoughts, I heard my door quietly
open, and, opening my eyes, saw Cathy come over and
climb into bed, cuddling next to me, her head on my
shoulder, her arm reaching across my chest, as I lay
there on my back. "Are you still awake?" she whispered
near my ear, and hearing my assent, continued "That was
incredible this afternoon! I got so hot watching you I
had to finger myself while I watched, and I came four
times before you finally did!"
She had reached her hand down the waistband of my pajama
bottoms while she was talking, and, grasping my rapidly
swelling cock, started to slowly stroke it as she spoke.
"It was so hot watching you do each other. For some
reason it was particularly nasty. I think it was the
nastiest thing I've ever seen."
She told me how she had been excited going in to hide in
the closet, and then when we had come into the room it
didn't seem like much at first, until when we pulled
down our pants and she saw our erections, all of a
sudden she had a incredible flush of eroticism, and she
had to put her hand in her pants right away; just seeing
our hard-ons she almost came, and she said she actually
did just a minute later when she saw me start doing him.
As she was telling me all this she was slowly jerking my
dick off, and now feeling how big it was getting,
without interrupting her story she pushed my pajama
bottoms down my thighs and pulled down the sheets until
they were clear of my genitals, as she continued to jack
me off while we talked, so I wouldn't get any cum on my
sheets.
She told me she was amazed to see how well I did him,
drawing it out, stopping and starting in again to make
him last as long, and cum as hard, as possible. She had
her second orgasm the first time I started back in after
our first pause; she said it was just so nasty seeing me
working on him; then her third cum was just when he
finally exploded; she said she kept cumming and cumming
as long as he did.
Hearing her excitement as she talked about it, and the
exquisite sensation of her warm hand slowly pumping my
dick, was bringing me close to the edge. "I'd never seen
so much cum! You really made him explode! And then when
you switched, and he started in on you, I could tell you
were so hot that you wouldn't last long. I've never seen
your hard-on so swollen! It was so big!" She said that
she came again just before I did, and again was amazed
at how hard he made me cum.
I felt the delicious warmth of the juices pooling in my
balls as she slowly jacked me off while she was talking,
then as she described our simultaneous orgasms of that
afternoon, I started to cum; as she felt my shaft
throbbing in orgasm she purred "mmmmm..." It wasn't
nearly as spectacular as what she witnessed that
afternoon, but the warmth of her body by my side and her
head on my shoulder, as the semen ran down my shaft and
over her hand to pool on my belly, made it even better
than that explosion.
We both drifted off to sleep, and sometime in the night
she tiptoed quietly back to her room, so that our father
wouldn't stumble upon our secret.
We spent the next morning doing housework while Dad was
off at work. We made games of the chores we were doing,
and there was constant laughter and teasing. Then, after
a lunch of ham sandwiches, Cathy suddenly looked up at
me with that playful twinkle in her eyes I had learned
meant that she was feeling sexy, and said, "Let's go in
the living room. I have an idea I want to try out."
She led the way into the living room, and, standing
facing me in front of the sofa, started to undo my belt.
As she continued to undo my pants, she looked up and
smiled mysteriously up at me, a knowing twinkle in her
eyes; I felt my cock swelling in anticipation of
whatever she had in mind.
After she got my belt undone, the snap of my jeans
opened, and my zipper down, she sat down on the sofa.
She then reached forward and guided my pants down my
thighs, revealing the distended tent my swelling
erection was making in my briefs, the outline of its
head clearly visible, pointing downwards at a rakish
angle. She slipped her fingers under the waistband, and
slowly pulled my underwear down, revealing the length of
my hard-on inch by inch, until finally it sprang free,
bouncing up, pointing right at her face, rock hard.
Her eyes never left it as she encircled its base with
the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, while
starting to gently tug on my scrotum with her left.
Squeezing my shaft tightly, she slowly drew her right
hand forward along it, watching intently as my cock-head
swelled under the pressure she was exerting; then
releasing her squeezing, gliding back to the base, then
another strong squeezing pull, with even more swelling
than the first time.
She did me like that for maybe fifteen pulls, then
removed her hand, admiring her handiwork; the head of my
erection, bobbing a few inches in front of her face, was
now inflated to a smooth, shiny bulb, a deep angry red
from the blood engorging it, big as a small plum, as
large as I had ever seen it.
Cathy looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and said
enigmatically, "Well, it looks like you're ready"; and
then, steadying its bouncing length with her thumb and
fingers at its base, she leaned forward, parting her
lips, and slipped the head of my dick into her mouth.
Or rather, tried to. She got about two-thirds of it into
her open mouth and tried to get her lips over its rim,
but her mouth wouldn't open far enough. After trying for
a few seconds, she withdrew it from her lips, giving it
a sucking kiss as it emerged, thoughtful saying "wow!";
and did several mouth exercises, stretching her mouth
around as far as she could while opening and closing it.
She then worked up some saliva in her closed mouth for a
moment and licked her lips several times, all the while
eyeing her challenge; then leaning forward again, she
took it between her lips and, sucking, succeeded in
fitting its rim in her widely stretched mouth, her lips
coming to rest on the shaft just beyond the rim.
My god, the way that felt! I almost came right then; the
warm, wet silky haven of her mouth, coupled with the
extremely nasty sight of my big erection protruding from
her face was intensely erotic; but I managed to hold on,
accustoming myself somewhat to the sensations while
Cathy got used to the punishing stretching my dick was
inflicting on her mouth. Seeing it up against her face,
watching her petite mouth grappling with trying to fit
around it, really showed me how big my hard-on was, of
course I took its size for granted as normal; but seeing
it in this context, it looked huge and out of proportion
to her face.
She moved her head back, slowly squeezing my cock-head
out of her mouth in another wet kiss, again stretched
her lips around a bit, and then again took me into her
mouth, getting her lips well onto the shaft this time.
She started trying to move her head back and forth a
bit, pulling her lips back over the rim of my head but
still keeping the tip in her mouth, then sliding her
lips back over the rim to the shaft, as if I was fucking
her mouth, at least with the first quarter of my cock.
I can't describe how good this felt; I was holding back
my orgasm as hard as I could, but still felt like I was
about to lose it. My erection was swollen rock-hard
under Cathy's stimulation, and watching it sliding in
and out between her lips added to my excitement
tremendously.
She pulled it out of her mouth again, trailing a string
of cream from its tip to her lips, and started
temporarily jacking it with her hand, while she asked me
how what she was doing felt, if it was okay. I told her
that it was incredible, I couldn't believe how good it
felt, how I was already on the edge of cumming, trying
to hold myself back; but I was worried about cumming in
her mouth. She said "No, I want you to; don't worry!"
She told me not to hold back, since she wasn't used to
how big I was in her mouth, and she was having to
stretch her mouth a lot.
She licked her lips again and sucked me back into her
mouth, getting it in past the head again, and resumed
pumping it in and out over the rim. It felt incredible;
I watched her pumping me in and out of her mouth, my
shaft shining with her saliva, when after only a minute
or so I felt the cum pooling in my balls, and whispered
urgently to Cathy that I was about to cum. She responded
by grabbing both my ass-cheeks with her hands, as if to
hold me in her mouth, while she continued pumping her
mouth on my dick; but she pulled me out slightly and
decreased the length of her sucking strokes, as if
readying herself for the flood of semen that she
anticipated soon to be flooding her mouth.
I felt the familiar dizziness descending on me as my
limbs grew paralyzed, and my knees grew weak; the
familiar electric tingling spreading from my extremities
in toward my crotch, as the fluids began to surge in my
groin; and as I felt my hard-on swelling further, a
flash of light went off in my head, and my erection
began to pulse spasmodically as a heavy flow of semen
surged down its shaft.
The first spurt of cum caught Cathy by surprise, and she
gagged, pulling her mouth back so that she was just
sucking on the tip of my hard-on as if it was a huge
straw. She fought to keep control and continue trying to
suck as spurt after spurt of my cum filled her mouth,
but it was all she could do to try to keep her mouth on
my dick, and semen was squirting out around her lips and
all over her face as she gasped for air.
On top of her inexperience, the huge size of the orgasm
her wonderful blowjob had wrung from my dick made coping
with the situation even harder for her; it felt so good
to be shooting so much cum through my cock into her
mouth; She had me so turned on, the stream of semen was
so thick that I felt as if I was peeing. She sputtered
trying to swallow and clear her mouth as my orgasm
slowly subsided; she had pulled my dick out of her
mouth, and its last few spasms sent cum dripping in an
unsteady stream from its tip down onto the floor.
Cathy was choking, coughing, and laughing all at once;
apparently some had gone up her nose, and she sputtered
as she regained control of herself. As she settled down,
she let go of my cock that she had been holding all this
while, and, still laughing, looked up at me, wiping at
her lips that were smeared with cum, and exclaimed,
"Wow! That was intense! I guess I never realized just
how hard you came! I thought I was drowning!" She
continued to clean up, saying that next time she'd know
what to expect.
Standing there in front of her, I felt completely
drained, satisfied, in a glow of wellbeing from the
enormous cum she had given me, and as I heard the words
"next time," a nasty twinge welled up through me in
anticipation...
***
We spent the afternoon in completely non-sexual
pursuits. Cathy didn't mention our experiment with oral
sex, and in fact behaved as if nothing of the kind had
ever taken place, and I didn't bring it up either, for
fear of jinxing any future developments in that area; so
we carried on as a "normal" brother and sister should.
After an uneventful evening we turned in.
I was feeling depressed, fearing that the whole
experience of the mouthful of cum had been too much for
her, and she might be turned off to any more oral play,
or worse yet, turned off too our sex-play altogether! My
negative fantasies were running wild, fed by the lack of
communication with Cathy.
I was just drifting off to sleep, when I was startled
out of my reverie by the sound of my door opening, and
someone coming into the room. "Are you awake?," I heard
Cathy whisper. As I mumbled assent I heard her closing
the door, noticed the distinct sound of the lock being
turned, and felt her sit on the bed next to where I was
lying. I reached and turned on my bedside light, which
revealed Cathy in her nightgown, a warm smile on her
face, and a twinkle in her eyes.
"That was really amazing, this afternoon, don't you
think?" As I heard these words my gloom of the evening
lifted as if it had never been there. She was reaching
to fold back my covers, turning them down to my mid-
thigh, as she was saying "You really see how hard
someone cums when they do it in your mouth! But now that
I know what it's like, I think I'll be able to handle it
next time."
She was feeling up the bulge of my crotch through my
pajamas; of course, I started getting hard right away,
and she pulled the waistband of my pajama bottoms down
to just below my balls, revealing my swollen erection
pointing due north. She reached and started to
absentmindedly fondle my balls as she studied the
fullness of my hard-on bobbing there, thinking out loud,
"It really made my mouth tired holding it open so far,
you're so big! Maybe I'll need to do some exercises or
something... but for now I think I'll just jack you off,
and when you're just cumming I'll hold my mouth over
your hole, and get to try again to see if I can handle
it this time, without having to strain my mouth. So tell
me when you're about to cum." She looked up at me,
smiling mischievously, and added "That is, if you don't
mind."
She grasped the base of my shaft and began slowly
rubbing it, as I answered her, telling her that her
letting me cum in her mouth was the hottest thing that
I'd ever done, and that was why I came so hard, of
course she could do that with me whenever she wanted!
She laughed, continuing to jack me off, telling me how
she had thought she had been ready for my orgasm, but
how the cum squirted into the back of her mouth so hard
that she had gagged, then started coughing, and got some
up her nose, until she was afraid she was going to
drown!
She said that this time she was going to just hold the
very tip of my cockhead in her mouth and hold her mouth
more closed, so my shots would hit her tongue, and not
the back of her throat, so she wouldn't choke, and could
just try to drink it all as I squirted.
I was intensely excited to hear what she had in mind,
almost cumming at the thought; the sensation of her soft
hand milking my swollen rod was already working its
magic, and her description was sending me over the top;
so I tried to relax, so I wouldn't cum right then. I was
getting pretty wet, and her hand was starting to make
slurping sounds as she slid the loose skin of my
erection along its shaft.
She added, "And I'll make you a deal! You have to do me
with your mouth afterward, if you want me to go on!
okay?" Of course I was a captive audience, I would have
agreed to anything at that point, so I panted my
agreement; but the thought of her cumming in my mouth
only added to my excitement.
She continued to do me in silence, focusing intently on
her work; she was adding extra strokes and caresses to
my rod to drive me over the top. I was so wet now that
her hands were gliding over my genitals smoothly on a
film of cream, that was being steadily replenished,
flowing down in a steady stream to be spread by her
hands.
I began to feel that tingling all over my body
announcing my impending orgasm, so I warned Cathy that I
was going to cum. She leaned over and clamped her lips
to the tip of my cockhead in a sucking kiss, and
continued her inspired jacking. I felt the cum pooling
in my balls, that delicious dizziness and warmth wash
over my whole body, my hard-on swelling to granite-
hardness, and then suddenly, with a flash of light
inside my head, felt the thick fluid surging down my
shaft in a massive flow.
As the first pulse of cum hit her mouth she almost
gagged, as the thick stream of semen jetted between her
lips, filling her mouth; but she started swallowing,
sucking powerfully, drinking down the rich cocktail that
she was being force-fed, as if she was drinking from a
huge straw. Each squirt was so voluminous that I could
actually feel the streams of liquid as they surged
through the channel in my shaft and out the tip into her
waiting mouth. She found the rhythm of the pulses of my
cumming erection, sucking strongly with each jet, then
swallowing between them.
I was completely overcome with pleasure; the nastiness
of her obsession with drinking all my cum was giving me
a huge orgasm, and I kept squirting jet after huge jet
of hot cum into her mouth. She was managing to swallow
all of it this time, only a few small trickles escaping
her lips and running down her chin.
Slowly my orgasm subsided, but Cathy kept sucking my
cockhead until every trace of its orgasmic throbbing had
completely stopped, and my red, shiny-wet hard-on
started slowly softening. Letting it pull away from her
lips as it softened, she then looked up at me flushed
and smiling, a look of triumph on her face. "Wow, you
came a lot! I feel like I just drank a milkshake!
...But, this time, I handled it!" She asked me if it
felt good; I told her how incredible it was, that again
she had given me one of the biggest orgasms I'd ever
had; I told her how hot it was to see her drinking my
cum, that it made me keep shooting and shooting!
She wiped at the cum on her chin, telling me how once
she got the hang of how big each jet was, and found the
rhythm of the throbs, it wasn't hard to keep on top of
it, and not let her mouth fill up; and that her trick of
using her tongue to stop the jets from hitting the back
of her throat seemed to work well; the only problem was
that the first spurt came without warning, and was the
hardest, so she'd have to learn to anticipate it.
As she spoke Cathy was lying back and pulling up her
nightgown, exposing her cute thighs and belly, gift
wrapped in skimpy white-lace bikini panties; I knelt on
the floor between her spread legs hanging off the side
of the bed, as she slid the panties down her petite legs
and off her feet. I warned her that I really wasn't sure
what to do; she replied, "I don't know, just try
anything, and we'll see what works. I'm so hot, I'm sure
whatever you try will work fine, as long as you're
touching me there."
I leaned forward tentatively, unsure how to start. I
didn't mind trying it, especially after Cathy's
prodigious performances with her mouth, but this was new
territory for me, and I didn't know what to expect.
Her legs were spread widely, and at their softly hollow
crotch the projecting, rounded mound of her pussy looked
reddish and swollen beneath its crown of downy curls, a
heavy film of shiny moisture coating the folds of her
inner lips and clit hood, which were projecting
prominently out from her slightly spread, very puffy
outer lips; she appeared to be well aroused, no doubt
from having just brought me to such a powerful orgasm in
her mouth. I leaned forward, and tentatively gave her
pussy lips a kiss over her swollen clit; Cathy's body
jumped involuntarily at the first contact of my mouth
with her sensitive organs, and she gasped a quick
breath.
The feeling of her hot genitals against my lips was
exquisite. Encouraged by the pleasant quality of the
sensations I felt and her obvious excitement, I licked
greedily, flattening my tongue against the bottom of her
gash where a thick rivulet of her fluids was building.
Sticking out my tongue as far as I could as I drew it up
along her slit, it immediately went to its full
extension into the now dripping wet cavern of her cunt,
then strongly caressed the textured, stiff smooth flesh
lying deep between her lips above her hole; as I moved
upward, my tongue reached less and less deeply between
her lips, until it reached the swollen folds of flesh at
the top projecting well out from her cunt-lips
altogether, concealing the prize of her clit.
As I hit her clit, she moaned and tightened her calves
and the small of her back, thrusting her cunt forward to
meet my mouth greedily. Holding my tongue spread wide, I
gave her clit a thorough, wet sloppy licking, then began
to lick downward, towards the bottom of her slit again
where I had started.
Her cunt was soaked, both from the fluids that were
being copiously produced by her arousal, and my drooling
open mouth; my chin and cheeks felt soaked.
I continued slowly licking up and down her slit,
sticking my tongue into her as far as I could each pass,
and licking sloppily around her clit when I arrived
there. It seemed to be working; her legs were tightened,
resting on the tips of her toes, quivering with tension;
she was panting, and making spasmodic shivering pushes
forward with her hips as I licked her.
The next time I reached it, I started sucking hard on
her clit. She cried out "Yes!," then managed to gasp,
"Put your fingers in me!"; I slid two fingers into the
now cavernous hollow of her open cunt as I continued to
suck on her clit; suddenly, with no warning, her pussy
clamped hard on my hand, then released it, and grabbing
it again and again spastically, as she came, hard.
As soon as she started cumming Cathy began an eerie
high-pitched whining that I had never heard before, and
it continued as she continued to cum, and cum. I'd never
felt her cum like that; her cunt clamped down on my
fingers with each pulse of her orgasm; hard, again and
again and again, maybe twenty times, until her spasms
started weakening, finally diminishing into occasional
throbs.
When at last it was over, she lay back unmoving,
completely spent. Her entire crotch and rear end was
completely soaked, as was my face; that and a wet spot
on the carpet beneath her crotch made me think that
maybe she actually squirted some fluid when she came
this time, like a man does.
I lay with my cheek against her belly as she recovered,
and we both wallowed in the post-orgasmic glow. "Oh my
god!" she was finally able to whisper, "That was
INCREDIBLE! If you'll do that again I'll do ANYTHING you
want! Jesus, that was amazing... Tomorrow I'll do you
with my mouth all the way if you'll do that again!"
I felt a hot glow of additional pleasure as I looked
forward to what tomorrow might bring...
***
The next afternoon, Cathy and I were sitting around the
kitchen table reading magazines. She seemed to be amused
at something; she kept smiling to herself, then glancing
surreptitiously up at me and back to her magazine,
smiling again.
The third time she did this, my curiosity piqued, I
asked, "What?" She blushed deeply, and continued smiling
to herself as she read, before replying, still looking
at the magazine, "I was just thinking how... thirsty...
I was getting... I was just wondering if you're ready to
let me have a... drink... yet."
At my smiling response we got up, and she led me into
the living room, pausing at the hall linen closet to
grab a towel, then she sat on the sofa, positioning me
to stand in front of her. She spread the towel out on
the floor right beneath where she was sitting. As she
opened it, she said "I don't know if you noticed, but we
made quite a wet spot on your carpet last night- if we
keep on doing that, Dad'll notice sooner or later."
She paused and looked up at me as if assessing me, then
looked back down, thinking, then continued.
"Sometimes with Liz when she would do me and I would
have a really big cum, it would get really wet, it
seemed like the whole bed would be soaked... I used to
be embarrassed about it, because it never happened with
her... I thought maybe there was something wrong with
me-but it only happens when it's really good, so that
can't be bad, can it? But anyway we better take
precautions... because YOU'RE going to do ME with your
mouth again after I'm done with you, and if it's as good
as last night again, there might be a flood!"
As she spoke the last sentence she undid my belt, and
started sliding my pants down. Of course I was already
fully erect, my hard-on straining against my underwear.
Cathy deftly slid that down, allowing my swollen
erection to spring free, hanging inches in front of her
face. She paused and looked up at me, and, taking
advantage of my readiness, asked "So, do we have a deal?
Will you do me with your mouth again?"
At my eager assent she paused, contemplating my erection
for an additional moment as if admiring it, then did her
usual preparatory swelling strokes, leaving it an angry
red, its skin stretched shiny-tight.
She sat up on the edge of the sofa with her legs spread,
and guided me to be standing between them, my cock
brushing her soft cheek. She took it with the fingertips
of her right hand at its base, and guided it towards her
mouth.
"It's to big to suck in my mouth, I thought I'd try
something else and see if it does the trick." She then
pointed it up, leaned forward, and slowly licked it
along the underside from its base up to the head, and
over the tip, as if it was a big lollypop. She followed
this long lick with pulling the skin up along its shaft
and back down, followed by another long lick.
She continued licking up my erection, being careful to
cover its sides and top, as well as its bottom, and
jacking it a single stroke between licks. It was heaven;
I had never felt a more stimulating sensation on my
cock, an indescribably mix of softness, wetness,
tickling, slightly raspy rubbing...
I quickly started oozing cream, which added to the
saliva her wet mouth was leaving coating my shaft, so
that her hand started sliding as she rubbed it up and
down my erection, with a wet, sticky sound. After each
lick an arc of thick cum-juice trailed from the tip of
my rod to her tongue, sometimes trailing down to catch
on her chin when she leaned forward again, and sometimes
it broke, dripping down to the waiting towel on the
floor.
After maybe five or ten minutes of this I was about to
cum; I warned Cathy, but instead of taking the tip of my
cock between her lips to drink my cum like she did
yesterday, she immediately stopped her motions, let go
of my erection, and leaned back on the sofa. She then
reached a hand down between her spread legs, where her
short skirt did nothing to conceal her pantieless
genitals, now puffy , pink, and spread with her arousal,
and started absently lightly tickling her clit, as she
admired the results of her handiwork.
I was standing in front of her in my t-shirt, my pants
and underwear in a bundle around my feet; my nearly-
cumming hard-on was huge, swollen to its maximum by her
inspired mouth, and hand-work, an angry red; its head
shone from its skin being stretched so tight in arousal,
and from being coated with our combined fluids, as
indeed its whole thick shaft was down to my balls; a
thick ribbon of cream dangled from its tip down to the
floor, quivering slightly as my erection bounced with my
pulse, and from the larger bounce of the occasional
uncontrollable throb that surged through it, betraying
its closeness to orgasm.
To be so close to cumming and then suddenly have all
stimulation removed left me hanging in a big way. My
pulse was pounding, and I was panting; my rock-hard
erection hanging heavily in front of me felt red-hot as
it twitched spasmodically, right on the edge of
cumming... I could feel the juices churning in my balls
and groin as they surged, pooling, almost ready to
ejaculate.
The nastiness of the spectacle we were presenting, me
standing shamelessly with my huge near-cumming hard-on
right in front of Cathy, who was still tickling her
pussy and enjoying her view of my condition with a
lustful gleam in her eyes, was itself almost enough to
send me over the top, and release the thick flow of
pent-up juices that had been building in me to spurt out
all over Cathy and onto the towel she had put there; but
gradually, in the absence of any stimulation on my eager
prick, the impending orgasm slowly subsided. I felt very
hot and aroused, but in no danger of cumming; and Cathy,
evidently noticing my orgasm receding, asked, "Are you
ready for some more?"
Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward so
that she was again sitting on the edge of the sofa, and
resumed the licking/jacking she had been doing on my
cock, while continuing to do herself. She kept it up
this time for only a few minutes before I again warned
her that I was about to cum; and she again laid back on
the sofa and watched my erection throbbing, continuing
to finger herself, while my orgasm again receded.
She was looking flushed and breathing hard, as of course
I was, both from the excitement of doing me and her own
masturbation, and only about twenty seconds after she
sat back she breathed," Kneel down and put your finger
in me; I'm going to cum." She was lying back, her legs
spread wide apart, her eyes closed to slits as she
picked up the pace of her hand on her clit; I quickly
knelt and put my right index finger in her pussy; and
just as I was inserting it, she sighed deeply, and I
felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on my finger,
over and over, as she came.
She continued to lie there with her eyes closed,
recovering for a few moments; then slowly opened them
and looked at me, sighed deeply, and asked again, "Are
you ready for some more now?" I stood up, trailing a
thick ribbon of cream from the tip of my hard-on to the
towel below; she leaned forward, and touched her finger
to the head of my cock, catching the semen-string, and
guided it to the towel, then started in on me again. I
noticed she resumed doing herself again, too.
I had barely recovered my equilibrium, since feeling her
cum had been incredibly arousing; I had almost came
myself in sympathy, and only recovered myself slightly
while she had rested; so when she started in again I was
close to orgasm almost immediately. I warned her, and
she stopped her licking, but kept her hand on my cock,
and gave it a long, slow, powerful stroke along its full
length. She watched intently as her action squeezed out
a large bead of cream, which immediately began dripping
towards the floor. "It makes me so hot to see you so big
and hard and turned on," she purred, then, still holding
my hard-on around its middle, she suddenly closed her
eyes and said urgently, "Oh!... I'm cumming again"
I watched her body quiver as she again succumbed to
orgasm, rubbing her pussy feverishly, gradually slowing
as she finished. She opened her eyes and looked at my
erection, and without preamble resumed licking it,
faster this time, without any jacking movements.
She licked it hard and fast along its full length with a
little extra swirl around its head, over and over,
steadying it with her free hand, her other continuing to
jack herself off. I could feel an orgasm building again,
but this time when I told her, she just sped up her
movements.
My hard-on was burning, hard as concrete, swollen deep
red, as my balls tightened up and I crossed the point of
no return into orgasm. I felt my knees grow weak as that
familiar paralysis swept through my body, my cock
stiffened even more, and then started to bounce as my
whole groin tightened over and over, sending thick
stream after thick stream of cum spurted through my
urethra.
It felt so incredibly good to have that huge volume of
fluid jetting uncontrollably through my erection as I
came. When she felt me start to cum, Cathy held her
tongue tightly under my cockhead and held her mouth wide
opened, and jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth.
Her mouth was about a half-inch from the tip of my dick,
so I could see each spurt shooting into her mouth.
She sputtered a little; but now that she knew what to
expect from her previous experiments, she handled it
well, managing to swallow it all, only a few trickles
running down her chin. Again she had made me cum so hard
I almost blacked out, and I had to struggle to remain
standing through it all.
As the jets of semen gradually diminished to a pulsing
trickle she clamped her mouth onto my cockhead and
sucked the last bit of my ejaculate into her mouth,
until my orgasm subsided entirely. I sighed loudly,
completely overcome by the intensity of the pleasure
Cathy had wrung from me. As my eyes opened I noticed
from the trembling of her torso that she was cumming yet
again; this time when it subsided she removed her hand
from between her legs and lay back, obviously very
satisfied. I collapsed onto the sofa next to her.
We both leaned back in a post-orgasmic stupor for a few
minutes; then Cathy pulled the hem of her short skirt
up, displaying her very wet, swollen pussy, and said
"Okay, now it's your turn... and judging from how much
of a "drink" you fed me, you owe me big!" A bit
surprised, I asked her if she could cum again after
already cumming so many times, she replied, "Oh, those
were little ones. I can do that over and over; but I can
feel one of my big ones close... and all I need is a
little help to get to it!"
I knelt between her legs as I had yesterday, but this
time I stuck my tongue straight out as far as I could
and buried it in her pussy hole up to my cheeks. I
wiggled my tongue as strongly as I could inside the
mouth of her pussy, moving my whole face side to side
slightly, nuzzling my lips and cheeks inside her pussy-
lips. She said "Oh!" and spread her legs as widely as
she could, pushing her cunt up into my face.
Then I ran my tongue up from her pussy along the inside
of her slit up to her clit, licking it back and forth
for a few seconds, then back down to her pussy, again
sticking it in as far as I could. She was very wet from
her previous orgasms and her lips were swollen wide
apart, so I felt as if I could bury my whole face inside
her. She kept pushing her pelvis up against me as I
licked her, thrusting it to aid my efforts.
I continued like this for several minutes, encouraged by
her moans and the soft, surprised-sounding "Oh!"s that
escaped her lips from time to time; she was teaching me
involuntarily what she liked by how she responded, and I
was careful to do what she seemed to like the best. She
was now pushing her crotch back and forth unconsciously
in a fucking motion as she became lost in her arousal.
As I licked and sucked on various parts of her cunt
following her responses to my actions she became more
vocal, now moaning "Oh!" on each breath out, panting as
she inhaled to moan again; her thrusting was getting
more and more insistent; and intuitively as I imagined
she was approaching orgasm I slipped two fingers inside
her pussy while I licked her clit in long, firm strokes,
fucking her with my hand while I licked her; and
finally, as her "Ohs!" reached a crescendo, she came.
The inside of her pussy had expanded cavernously while I
fingered her, until it suddenly contracted spastically,
gripping my fingers, hard. At the same time I felt her
throw her head back and a throaty, animal-like sound I
had never heard began deep in her throat; her pussy
opened again, but not nearly as much as before, and
again suddenly clamped down hard on my hand, and this
repeated, over and over, as she came, hard.
She was getting very wet, too; I couldn't tell where it
was coming from, but on each of the first few hard
contractions a fragrant fluid was being forced out of
her, just as she had mentioned to me before; it was like
she was cumming somehow like a man cums.
Her whole pelvis was quivering, her legs tightened
forcefully, and I could feel each contraction of her
orgasm grip her entire body. She continued her strange
moan, punctuating it each time her body throbbed and I
felt her cunt clamping down on my hand. The fluids of
her orgasm ran down the inside of her thighs and her
ass, dripping down onto the waiting towel. She would
have soaked the sofa, but her thrusting had left her
crotch hanging well out away from the edge.
I can't tell how long she came; it was a timeless event
that seemed to never end. We were both transported into
the most primeval sexual ritual imaginable, our whole
beings single-mindedly devoted to giving and receiving
pleasure on the most primitive, basic, instinctual
level.
When finally her orgasm began to wane, I felt as if I
was emerging from a trance. Her pussy was throbbing
around my hand now weakly and irregularly, then only
occasional throbs washed through it, punctuated by
deliberate squeezes as Cathy tried to maximize and
prolong her ecstasy. She had stopped her throaty crying,
and finally heaved a deep sigh as I felt her body relax
back completely, totally satisfied and drained by
cumming so thoroughly.
I left my fingers buried inside her, and rested my head
on her soaked pubic hair while we recovered ourselves. I
felt limp; drained; liberated; I felt as if my life was
whole and complete.
***
The next week or so we spent making each other cum with
our mouths, sometimes twice a day. Cathy took regularly
now to doing herself while she did me, so she was
cumming maybe six to ten times a day, I could easily
muster twice, and could have done more, but it was much
better when I waited a while between times to build up
more fluids.
It was the high point of our day; we didn't talk about
it between times, but Cathy seemed to come up with new
ideas about how to do it almost every day, so she must
have been thinking about it. One time she had me kneel
over her chest while she lay on her back, my legs spread
over her, my cockhead just at her mouth. She used a
pillow to put her head at a good angle, but even so that
time when I came it squirted all over her face and hair.
She managed to swallow some of it but the angle was all
wrong. I think that time she happened to be cumming just
when my orgasm began, so that may have distracted her,
too.
Another time she had us lie down next to each other, but
backwards, so that her pussy was near my mouth and my
erection was near hers, and we tried doing each other at
the same time like that. It was good; we came almost at
the same time, but we agreed we preferred taking turns,
it was more fun to concentrate wholeheartedly on getting
done, or doing it. We could be a lot more controlled
that way, making each other last as long as we could, to
build up the biggest orgasm possible.
One night she knelt straddling my face, with her pussy
right on my mouth. That was great; I made her cum three
times, the third time one of her drenching supercums. It
was amazing; she was panting, and thrusting her pelvis
slightly into my face as I sucked on her inner cunt-
lips, hard, while licking her clit fast; all of a sudden
my mouth was full of her cum, and it was running down my
cheeks! That time I was the one trying to swallow
several mouthfuls; I could appreciate how it was for
Cathy when I came!
Three times that week she had one of her big ones. We
knew to always use a towel now in case she did, and it's
a good thing, because when we needed it we really needed
it. She could cum a much bigger load of juices than I
could when it was right, and wherever we were positioned
would've gotten soaked, unless we took the precautions
we did. She told me that she was having them much more
often than she ever had before; she had apparently only
had a few when she was being done by her friend Liz, to
the surprise of both of them, but it turned out that the
combination of my tongue on her clit while I finger-
fucked her was the magic combination. She said when she
came like that it was the best, most satisfying feeling
she had ever had; she felt completely purged, drained,
fulfilled in the most basic way imaginable.
After we discovered that position, we usually did it
with her kneeling over me when it was her turn; she said
that was the best for her. It was very sexy for me too;
even when she didn't have one of her big ones, my face
would be drenched by the time we were done. I loved the
taste of her, and having her all over me was ecstasy.
She regularly came into my bed after we had turned in,
and we either used our mouths again, or she jacked me
off, invariably drinking my cum at the end. I usually
sucked on her, since she liked it so much.
We were living a double life; around our father, and
during most of the day, we lived as brother and sister,
joking around, teasing, and having fun in the most
normal way, but when we had one of our sex sessions, we
transformed into orgasm addicts, working intently and
single-mindedly to make each other cum as long, and as
hard, as possible. Neither of us, at least I know I
hadn't, had ever experienced pleasure so intense and
satisfying as we had stumbled into giving each other.
We were addicted, consumed by the lust for more and more
intense orgasms. I know now that the similar intensity
of our appetites was probably due to our heritage; I've
learned since that not all women are as sexually driven
as Cathy was, and I matched her perfectly. I think we
got it from our Mother; I gather from things Cathy said
about her that she must have been strongly driven in
that area, as we seemed to be.
One afternoon, we were lying on my bed, recuperating
from a particularly nice session, Cathy absentmindedly
fondling my semi-hard dick, when she said, "I've been
thinking, it might be fun to invite your friend Greg
over to join in on one of our sessions... I think it
might be really good be done by two people at once, we
could each take turns getting done by the other two...
Do you think he might go for it?"
I had mixed feelings about her suggestion; on the one
hand I was jealous at the thought of sharing Cathy with
anyone else, and apprehensive about mixing my taboo
same-sex experiments with my recently-found heterosexual
bliss; but on the other, the thought of an additional
participant on our lewd activities was exciting, and I
had had some excellent orgasms with Greg, too.
We discussed it and agreed that the best strategy was to
have Greg over and spring it on him, rather than let him
know in advance what we were thinking of, in case he got
cold feet. He didn't know that my sister was living here
or certainly what we were up to, and we thought it might
be a lot for him to swallow (no pun intended!). So I
called him and invited him to come over the following
afternoon, implying that we would jack each other off
like usual; my father would be at work, so we could
pursue our intentions without fear of discovery.
***
The next day the doorbell rang at one o'clock, and we
set our plan in motion. We had agreed that Cathy would
hide until I got "started" with Greg, then she would
come in and join in, when he would be less inclined to
resist. So she went up to her room and closed the door,
while I greeted Greg as I usually did, eventually
leading him to my room.
I closed the door, being careful not to latch it fully
so Cathy could come in soundlessly, and started to take
my pants off. Greg followed suit, and soon we were both
standing there in our t-shirts, with our hard-ons
projecting out in front of us. I was particularly
excited at the anticipation of what was to come, and my
erection reflected my excitement; Greg noticed it, and
said, "Wow! Looks like you're really ready! You're not
usually that big until you're about to cum!"
I reminded him about the "stretching" stroke that I had
said I'd discovered; he told me he'd remembered it &
used it every day. I turned to be facing him, and
reached my right hand out, encircled the base of his
shaft with my thumb and forefinger, and gave it the
slow, forceful squeezing stroke. He softly sighed
"Ah..." in familiar anticipation as my hand touched his
genitals.
We both watched his cockhead swell menacingly as I put
pressure on it; I repeated the stroke a few dozen more
times, and stopped to admire my handiwork. His erection
had swelled considerably, and was now a deep red color,
its skin stretched shiny-tight. "It looks like you're
ready now," I said, and indicated that he should lie on
the bed, and we'd do him first.
He lay down on his back and I grasped his hard-on, and
started jacking it slowly. Now was the time to enact our
plan, I judged, so I said to him, "Why don't you close
your eyes and just lie back and concentrate on the
feeling, and I'll do you."
He acquiesced, putting his hands behind his head, and
closing his eyes.
This was the cue Cathy and I agreed on; if she was
watching us through the keyhole as we planned, she was
supposed to come in to the room quietly as soon as his
eyes were closed; and sure enough, the door opened
without a sound and she entered, almost closing it
behind her.
Her trim body was covered by only a skimpy bra and lace
bikini panties, and otherwise was completely naked. She
tiptoed over to the side of the bed across from me and
knelt down, while I continued to do him. Then came the
moment of crisis; she reached out a hand, and started to
lightly stroke the head of his swollen cock with her
fingertips.
At first Greg must have thought it was me doing it; but
then, something about it must have seemed different, so
he opened his eyes. "Hey!" he exclaimed, but I cut him
off immediately and told him to just lie back,
explaining that she was my sister, and she wanted to do
him with me, if it was okay with him. Of course her
expert work on his cock-head while he absorbed the
information helped him come to the decision to go along
with our program.
While we continued to do him, we explained how Cathy was
visiting, and how we did it with each other all the
time, and how she had been hiding in the closet watching
us the last time he had been over, and how much she had
enjoyed the show, and wanted to participate with us.
Greg was obviously adjusting to the surprise we had
forced on him, and clearly seemed to like the idea of
having a girl to join in our activities.
We stopped jacking him, and all three of us sat on the
bed, us boys with our very firm erections projecting up
from our laps, and Cathy in her skimpy underwear. Greg
was making a half-hearted effort to conceal his hard-on
behind his arm, but I knew he would feel more
comfortable with us after a few orgasms had happened,
and he saw how enthusiastic Cathy was with sex.
Cathy reached over and started slowly stroking both our
cocks to keep our interest up, one in each hand, while
she opened discussion of what we should do next. Greg
was clearly very turned on at this scene; I knew he had
never been with a girl before, and I could tell he was
in danger of cumming soon with Cathy's hand on his cock.
I nodded to Cathy, indicating his condition; he had
started creaming heavily and was swollen rock-hard, and
as she noticed these signs she suggested we should take
turns doing each other, and that they should do me
first. She knew I could last, and that we could get more
mileage out of Greg if he didn't cum so soon.
Greg agreed enthusiastically, so I was laid back on the
bed, with one of them sitting on either side of me. They
both started to feel me up, running their hands over my
erection and balls; it was very hot, they were each
obviously encouraged by watching what the other was
doing, and they took their time languidly torturing me
with slow, gentle tickling and light stroking, that had
me starting to cream in a few minutes.
They were talking about my prick between themselves as
they did me, as if I was some object they were
investigating; Cathy had broken the ice by telling him
how much she enjoyed how big I was, and Greg agreed,
saying how nasty my bigger erection felt in his hand
when he jacked me off, and they went on from there.
As they chatted about my equipment and how it was
responding to what they were doing, they were
coordinating their efforts wonderfully, and were
becoming quite a team. For example Cathy said, "Go down
a little further, while I do his head... try it a little
lighter." then a little later, "Look how much he creams
when you squeeze him there-Do it again! Not too much, I
think he's getting close."
They were encouraging each other to be much more
creative than I had ever known either of them to be
before. Greg was firmly massaging the hard bulge below
my balls with one hand, while jacking around the rim of
my cockhead with the thumb and index finger of his
other, while Cathy had one hand around the base of my
shaft and was squeezing it rhythmically, while softly
exploring my balls with the fingertips of her other
hand.
It was heaven; being done in so many ways, I was
incredibly turned on. Cream was flowing in a thick,
steady stream from my cockhead, coating its shaft, my
balls, and all four of their hands, causing a wide range
of squishy sounds as the rubbed, squeezed, and stroked
different parts of my dick as they masturbated me. I
could feel a massive orgasm building; I warned them, and
at Cathy's direction they stopped their motions and just
held my genitals.
I suggested that since they had brought me so close it
would be easy to get me back there again, so why didn't
we do Greg for a while; he and I switched places, and
Cathy and I started in on him.
We gave him a similar treatment as they gave me; when
his cock started throbbing involuntarily we stopped, and
switched places again, Cathy removing her bra and
panties. Greg and I started exploring her and I showed
him what kind of things she liked. He was delighted when
she came under our touch in only a few minutes; I guess
she WAS very excited by our experiment. I had explained
how she could cum over and over, and he had thought that
was wonderful; then in only a few minutes, he had his
first experience of a girl cumming.
We had thoroughly explored her genitals, running our
fingers up and down her slit, around all the folds of
her inner lips, around her clit; I pulled back its hood,
showing him its little button, then showed him how she
liked it jacked off; and of course we both had our
fingers deep in her cunt, thoroughly exploring its shape
and many textures. We both had a finger inside her at
the same time feeling the sides of her cunt while I
jacked her clit and Greg was stroking between her lips
between her clit and pussy when she came the first time.
We were both very aroused at doing her together, our
erections were both very hard, red, and freshly wet as
we creamed with our enjoyment of her pussy; she was
lying with her head thrown back, panting and sighing,
her cunt expanded to a cavernous cavity that our fingers
were exploring. I was just telling him how her cunt
opened like this deeply when she was close to cumming,
when all of a sudden her pussy clamped down hard on our
exploring fingers as she came.
Our fingers were squeezed again and again by the
spasmodic contractions of her orgasm; I told Greg to
keep rubbing her until she was done, so that she would
cum longer. He was wide eyed, clearly on the brink of
cumming himself with the intense eroticism of feeling a
woman's cunt cumming for the first time.
Cathy came for maybe fifteen seconds, then lay back for
a minute recovering; until I said, "I think Greg's
close, feeling you cum was the last straw for him; let's
finish him off."
She and Greg switched places, and I took his shaft in my
hand. He was rock-hard, soaked with cream, and he let
out an involuntary moan as soon as he felt my touch on
his erection. Cathy started tickling his balls, and as I
started to jack him off, she leaned forward and took the
head of his cock in her mouth. Being considerably
smaller than mine, she could easily get her mouth around
it, and she started bobbing her head up and down on it,
making a loud slurping sucking sound.
That did it, I felt the pulses of his shaft in my hand
as he started cumming, his cock straining, bouncing hard
as each violent contraction of orgasm shook him, sending
streams of semen squirting through his cock into Cathy's
waiting mouth. She sputtered slightly as the first
stream of cum shot into her mouth, but quickly regained
control, using the experience that she had gained from
all our recent oral practice. She kept bobbing her head
on his cock as he came, while I jacked his shaft and
pushed hard on the hard bulge between his legs below his
balls.
I couldn't see how much he came, since Cathy swallowed
all but a few dribbles of it as it filled her mouth, but
I could feel jerk after jerk of orgasm grip his body,
over and over; I don't think I ever saw him cum harder.
His entire body shook with each spasm, his legs and
torso jerking as they were wracked by each strong
contraction.
It seemed to go on forever; then finally the intensity
of the throbbing of his cock in my hand gradually
diminished, but continued for many more softer pulses,
before finally dwindling to a few random throbs as his
orgasm faded. Cathy raised her mouth from his cock,
licking her lips, and said throatily, "Wow! Quite a
mouthful! Do you always cum so hard?"
Greg was passed out on the bed, lost in post-orgasmic
ecstasy. He was drenched in sweat, but now his cock,
that had been displaying such urgent arousal since we
started, was relaxing along his wet thigh. Cathy and I
had our hands on each other's genitals while we waited
for him to recover, rubbing each other's wetness
languidly.
Greg eventually opened his eyes, and Cathy suggested
they do me next. I lay down gladly, my erection, thickly
swollen, dripping, and beet-red, sticking straight up
towards the roof. They repeated what Cathy and I had
done on Greg, except since Cathy couldn't get her mouth
completely around my larger cock, she licked at its head
and sucked its tip while he jacked me off. He was using
both hands on my shaft while she used her mouth; it was
so intense, after so much eroticism, that I knew I
wouldn't last long.
I could feel my hard-on growing painfully swollen and my
balls tightening as the fluids surged in my groin,
pooling for their impending ejaculation. I was panting,
trying to hold back, but it was no use; I felt my body
stiffening and that familiar burning-tingling radiating
from my extremities in towards my midsection, then a
flash of light went off in my head and I was cumming.
My erection swelled and tightened powerfully as the
first jet of semen surged through it into Cathy's
waiting mouth, and it continued bouncing in their hands
with each subsequent orgasmic contraction. I felt the
cum surging through my shaft in thick jet after thick
jet; it was heaven. I could feel that I was really
giving Cathy a flood, but she handled it well, being
prepared since the signs of my impending orgasm were so
clear in my highly-aroused genitals.
I was completely lost in orgasm; I think my head was
thrown back and I was thrusting my cock forward as each
powerful contraction seized my body, but I was mostly
unconscious of my surroundings, being totally possessed
by the primitive grip of primeval sexuality, the urge to
shoot as much semen as I could into Cathy. I think she
was as eager to receive it as I was to ejaculate it; as
I recall her eyes were closed, and her face was twisted
up in a passionate grimace as she sucked desperately on
my erection as if it was a huge straw feeding her the
most essential nutrients for her survival.
Gradually my orgasm lessened in its intensity, until
only a few random weak pulses, like afterthoughts of the
storm that had surged through my groin, gripped mildly
at my erection, and then it was over. Cathy continued
sucking for a few moments as if to be sure she had
gotten it all, then raised her head and said, "Jesus!
Between the two of you I feel like I drank about a quart
of cum! That was great!... but now it's MY turn!"
Cathy and I switched places, scooting her down so her
ass was hanging off the bed, her toes resting on the
floor, her legs spread. there was already a towel on the
bed, but I put another under her on the floor, in case.
Greg and I both got on the floor and knelt between her
legs; she put one leg over each of our shoulders to
accommodate us.
I helped Greg get two fingers inside her and showed him
what she liked, then I went to work on her clit, licking
it, sucking it, and nibbling all around the top of her
slit.
We had Cathy writhing with a few moments of this, and
sure enough she had her second cum of the afternoon in
just a few minutes. It was a good, hard one, not one of
her big ones, but long and strong. I could feel her
pussy clenching and releasing under my mouth as she
came, and I'm sure Greg was getting an "inside view" of
her orgasm. She gasped at us to keep going, so when she
recovered we started pouring it on, trying to stimulate
her pussy as excitingly as we could.
Within a few minutes she was panting again, and her skin
was shiny with a film of sweat. Her slit was drenched in
her juices and my saliva, and her legs were starting to
twitch spastically. I could sense that she was going to
have one of her big ones, so I started really pouring it
on, and Greg seemed to follow suit.
She was making little desperate sighs with each breath
out, and they were beginning to get more throaty and
despairing; I knew she was close. Then she started to
make that eerie guttural moan, and I knew she was
cumming.
And it WAS one of her big ones; her whole body was
bucking as she came, her pussy contracting in violently
strong, rhythmic pulsations; my face was soaked, and
juice was dripping down her ass onto the waiting towel
as she continued cumming. It was a very hard, long
orgasm, and it was intensely hot to feel her cumming so
strongly under my mouth.
As it began to subside, Greg said "Damn!" I could see he
was incredibly excited by the intensely erotic spectacle
he had just witnessed, his cock was rock-hard and
dripping again; mine was too, even though I had just
cum; it was such a turn-on to make Cathy cum so hard.
As she came around and saw the state we were in again,
she sat us both side-by-side on the bed, knelt down on
the floor, and started jerking us both off again, one
with each hand. She did it fast and hard, evidently
intending to make sure we each came again. Greg and I
leaned back and let her do us, and I suggested we try to
cum at the same time if we could; he grinned assent.
In only a few minutes I felt my juices surging, and told
him I was ready to cum soon. He said, "Me too," and I
started a countdown. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..." When I
hit three he started cumming and I followed suit at
"one!"
Neither of us came as hard as we had previously of
course, but it felt great, cumming with Cathy's hand on
my hard-on, and we each shot respectable loads that
jetted several inches in the air before falling back on
our erections and Cathy's hands.
She kept up her stroking until we were completely
finished, hoping to extend our orgasms as much as she
could. We all three then sat back with satisfied grins
on our faces, and chatted languidly about our orgy.
"Man, that was incredible! Cathy, that was so cool
having you do all that stuff, both of you... I never
came so hard in my life! And in your mouth, too! Damn!"
"That was hot," I agreed, "it's amazing getting done by
two people."
"I really liked getting both of you to cum in my mouth,"
added Cathy, "It was great getting to feel two big ones
cumming, and getting to drink them, one right after the
other. You guys must have fed me a quart of cum! It made
me so hot I almost came while I was doing you. But then
you guys took care of that very nicely when you did me!"
Greg looked at me and said, "It was cool to do you with
Cathy, it takes two people to do you well, you're cock
is so big!"
"Yeah, that was really good," agreed Cathy, "but I was
really glad to get to do one I could actually fit in my
mouth... I felt like I could do a better job."
Greg grinned, "Damn, that was just incredible! The
feeling of my dick in your mouth... Damn!"
We cleaned up ourselves and the room, and went
downstairs for a soda. Eventually Greg left, and we
continued with our afternoon with a very satisfied ease.
***
Summer was drawing to a close, and for reasons having to
do with our Mother's situation it was decided that Cathy
should spend at least the fall here with us, and perhaps
the winter too, and maybe on indefinitely.
I was of course overjoyed to hear the news when Dad told
us; my sex life had become the central focus of my life,
and of course Cathy WAS my sex life. The remainder of
the summer had continued on along the lines I have
described; Greg became an occasional associate in our
activities, but with his much busier schedule than ours,
we were on our own most days; but of course we managed
to rise to the occasion without him, and continued to
single-mindedly explore ways of helping each other cum
harder.
With our new school schedule and homework and all, our
daily sessions diminished to usually a quickie most
days, with a thorough extended session a couple of times
a week. For example, one morning before school Cathy
heard me peeing in the bathroom, and she came in and
held my cock while I finished, squeezing out the last
few drops of urine; of course I was hard by then, so she
jacked me off quickly standing there over the toilet,
which caught my spurting load when I came; we then
hurried down to breakfast, only a couple of minutes
behind schedule.
Our father was a little more vigilant over our evening
activities than he had been during the summer, trying to
make sure we were on top of our homework and all, but we
discovered that Cathy could use a lot of "help with her
homework"; so I would go into her room and sit right
next to her at her desk as if we were in consultation;
but of course our hands were otherwise engaged.
Since we were in the appropriate position to appear be
doing our supposed activity, we just had to move our
hands if we heard the door opening, and all looked fine
if Dad checked in on us. Of course we had to be careful
to have nothing showing that couldn't be quickly
concealed; fortunately her desk didn't have a center
drawer over its footwell, so there was plenty of height
under the top to tuck my exposed erection into in a
hurry.
Usually we were pretty lucky and he didn't check on us
at the wrong time, but once I was just about to cum when
we heard the door opening. Cathy knew I was just coming,
but skillfully aimed my erection into the footwell as we
leaned forward up against the desk hiding it, and she
even continued to jack me off as I came on the floor
while he talked to us.
Then several times a week we found time for a full
length sex session, getting to spend an hour or two
making each other as hot as possible, resulting in our
mutually-explosive orgasms. Dad had a regular meeting
every Thursday night, and we were at it right after
dinner once he left. He was gone for about three hours,
so there was plenty of time for whatever we wanted to
do, no matter how involved.
By now we had a very full repertoire of ways of making
each other cum; nothing was taboo between us, we tried
out whatever we could think of. Only one act was
forbidden, and that was putting my dick inside her
pussy. We talked about it at times, but we both knew
that that was more than we dared handle; if she should
get pregnant by her brother, there would be hell to pay.
Then one day a friend of mine was showing off how he had
a bunch of rubbers; a light bulb went off in my head,
and I got him to sell me a few. That night while I
"helped Cathy with her homework," and we each helped the
other cum, I told her about what I'd gotten, and asked
her if she thought it would be okay to try it out using
one. She responded, "I don't know... Do you think it'd
be safe? I guess those things are supposed to work
pretty good... God, I'd love to try, if only we could be
sure that it would be safe."
***
That was Wednesday. The next evening was Thursday, and
she agreed to try out the rubber then.
As soon as our father walked out the front door we both
ran up the stairs, into my room, and ripped our clothes
off. I was already hard as a rock in anticipation of
what we planned to do, and Cathy seemed excited too, and
a bit nervous. As we looked at the rubber and took it
out of its package, she was chattering nervously "It's
supposed to hurt a bit on the first time... and you're
so big! I hope it works okay... I can't wait to feel you
cumming inside me!"
We got it unwrapped and I worked at getting it on my
erection. It just unrolled over it, it was quite tight;
I wondered if they made larger ones; but finally I got
it on okay. It only covered the first two-thirds of my
hard-on, but I imagined that would be okay, I was
doubtful if more than that would fit inside her. I was
extremely excited; my erection was swollen fully,
stretching the condom wrapped around it very tightly. It
looked bigger than ever with the shiny stretched condom
sheathing it.
Cathy lay back on the bed with her legs spread, and I
knelt in between them, and pushed my hard-on towards her
pussy. She grasped its shaft and guided it to where it
belonged; neither of us knew what to expect, so we were
moving slowly and tentatively.
My cockhead came up against the mouth of her cunt, and
we slowly pushed to try to get it to enter her; but it
wouldn't go in other than a tiny bit. We tried several
more pushes, but without much better results. "Just a
sec..." Cathy said, and reached for the jar of Vaseline
that we kept in my bedside table. We used a bit of it
occasionally when we jacked each other off; the slippery
feeling was great sometimes. She scooped out a generous
dab of the stuff and reached down, putting it on herself
around her hole. "Try now," she directed.
I pushed my cock again against her cunt, and felt it
slip in slightly. Cathy gasped, and said "Wait... let me
relax..." In a moment she said "Okay," so I pushed
again. A little bit more squeezed into her. She said,
"Again!" Another push got a little bit more in her. I
could feel my whole cockhead inside her tight pussy. It
felt like heaven, her very tight cunt squeezing firmly
all around my swollen cockhead: the whole experience was
so exciting, I was close to cumming.
"Oh!" she groaned.
I asked her if she was okay, and she said it kind of
hurt a little, but felt strange and incredible; she
thought she'd really like it once she got used to it. I
told her how incredible it felt to me, and that I was
close to cumming. We agreed to wait like we were a
minute so I wouldn't cum and she could relax and get
used to it.
We lay like that, the head of my rock-hard erection
throbbing in her pussy, for a minute, and then she said,
"Try a little more." I pushed firmly but gently, and
another inch slid into her, a bit more easily now that I
had gotten the opening stretched out a bit. "Oh my..."
she said as she felt my size sliding into her.
"You're so big! I feel very stretched out... it feels
amazing!" She was getting a wild, dazed look in her
eyes. "Try a little more now," she urged me.
Again I pushed gently, and another inch and a half or so
slid into her stretched cunt. "Oh!" she said now, a bit
more urgently.
Again I asked if she was okay.
"Oh, yes! It feels intense, but it's so hot to feel so
filled up and stretched out... I think I'm going to be
okay doing this..." she replied, "Don't give me any more
yet... Why don't you try moving it in and out a little
bit?"
I gently experimented pulling it out a bit and back in.
It slid in and out of her tightly gripping cunt
smoothly, but stiffly, it was being squeezed so tightly.
The Vaseline helped a lot, and I think she was getting
wet too. "Oh! Keep going... gently, gently..."
I repeated pumping it slowly in and out an inch or so;
but again I felt an orgasm building under the exquisite
sensations of being inside her, having my hard-on rubbed
by her firmly gripping cunt; I told her, "I'm almost
cumming..."
Cathy said, "Wait then..." But it was too late. I felt
my orgasm surging up, then my body was gripped in the
contractions of ejaculation as I came inside her. I must
have unconsciously pushed my hard-on much further inside
her as I came, for she cried out, "Oh! Too much! Too
much!" Then as she felt an erection throbbing in orgasm
inside her for the first time, shooting jet after jet of
hot white semen into her cunt, she moaned victoriously,
"Ahh... Ahh... Ah YES!"
As my orgasm subsided I collapsed down onto her; after I
recovered myself, we carefully pulled my deflating cock
out. I asked her if she was okay, or if I had hurt her.
"Well, it's a little sore now, but it was amazing
feeling you cumming inside, I think I'm going to like
this a lot! Even though it hurt a bit, I almost came
when I felt you cum inside me!" I asked her if she'd
like a kiss now, and she answered, "Oh, yes! Just stay
away from where I'm sore."
I shifted myself down between her spread legs, and
started licking around her clit; she gasped immediately,
and in only a few minutes she started cumming. It was a
hard cum, not one of her "big ones," but almost; her
entire body shook with the spasms of her orgasmic
contractions as her pussy tightened repeatedly under my
mouth.
When it was over, we talked excitedly about this new
phase of our sexual experiments with each other. She
suggested I get a lot more rubbers, and we'd work on
getting as good at this as we were our other techniques.
She speculated that she was going to have huge orgasms
doing it, since it felt so fulfilling to be filled up by
my big cock.
We chatted on enthusiastically as we cleaned ourselves
up, removed the towel I had put under us in case, and
straightened the bed, hiding all evidence of our taboo
activities from our father, in case he should look in
later; we each then went to do our homework like
responsible teenage siblings should.
***
The next day after school I arranged with our ride that
I would be a few minutes later than usual and I stopped
in at the drugstore down the block from our high school.
I was very nervous, but, screwing up my courage, I
mustered the nerve to ask for a big box of large sized
condoms. I didn't know if they made them in different
sizes, but I figured I'd ask in case they did. The clerk
asked me if the particular brand they carried was
alright, and I ended up carrying two twelve-packs of
large sized rubbers discreetly hidden in a bag as I
hurried back to meet my ride home.
When I got home I showed my prize to Cathy; her eyes lit
up, and she smiled happily. "I bet we'll be pretty good
at it by the time we need more," she said.
This was Friday, and we didn't necessarily have to do
homework on Fridays, so our dad was pretty loose about
checking up on us in the evening. My sister and I were
watching a movie on TV, when Dad poked his head in the
door and announced he was turning in, wishing us
goodnight. We waited about twenty minutes, when Cathy
demanded, a twinkle in her eye, "Alright! Get them out!
I think we ought to see how they fit, don't you?" I
grinned and led the way to my room, where I had the
rubbers concealed in my dresser under my shirts.
We closed my bedroom door, and Cathy worked at getting
one out of the box and taking it out of its wrapper,
while I took my pants off. She sat on the bed while I
stood facing her. I was already getting hard. "We better
make it as big as we can, to make sure they fit okay"
she teased, starting her squeezing strokes on my
erection, forcing blood into its head, swelling it to
its maximum size.
After a few minutes of this she stopped, admiring her
handiwork, and said, "That's about as big as I've ever
seen it!"
My hard-on was hard as a rock, swollen a dark red,
projecting out from my midsection like a log. Cathy took
the condom and fitted it to the tip of my erection, and
started to unroll it.
"How's that feel?" she asked.
It unrolled onto my thick shaft evenly, still quite
tight, but not as constricting as the one we had used
the other day. "Pretty good," I answered, "It seems to
fit better than the last one, but it's still tight."
"That's because you're so big!" she observed proudly.
"I want to make you cum in it, and see how it works."
She started to jack me off, exploring how the rubber
moved with the skin on my shaft as she slid her hand up
and down it.
For some reason it was very exciting watching my hard-on
enclosed in its smooth, shiny covering being done; the
rubber made my erection look so glassy, the veins and
the thick projection of the rim of its head smoothed out
a bit, so it looked like a big sausage than usual.
After a few minutes of this Cathy reached down between
her legs and started to masturbate herself while she did
me. Her hand on my cock felt strange through the
stretched skin covering it, exciting in its difference
from what I was used to, and I could feel my juices
flowing as I became more aroused. She noticed the little
tip of the rubber beginning to fill up from my creaming,
and she stopped a minute to squeeze it with her fingers,
watching it squish around inside.
I was getting very hot, and announced that I was going
to cum soon; instead of pausing like she usually would
to draw it out, she kept going, slowing down a little,
saying, "I can't wait to see how much you can fill this
thing up when you cum... and.. I THINK I'm going to...
cum too..."
She was breathing hard, her eyes drifting down to little
slits as she approached orgasm, and seeing her arousal
sent me over the top; I felt my swollen cock, hot and
burning from the friction of her hand, seized by the
powerful, rhythmic contractions of orgasm, forcing
stream after stream of semen into the condom. We watched
its tip bulge more and more, a large bubble white from
its cum filling, growing around my cockhead, drooping
towards the floor under its own weight as it got fuller
and fuller with each spurt of my forceful ejaculation.
Cathy sighed and started cumming too just as my orgasm
started to diminish, and I watched her angelic face as
she came: flushed cheeks, eyes closed; her mouth open,
softly sighing "ooh.. ooh..." on each panting breath
out; a look of delicious desperation on her features, as
wave after wave of orgasm washed through her body.
She came for a long time; it looked not so strong, but
unusually long. Finally she came to herself and opened
her eyes, looking eagerly for the results of our
experiment at filling a condom with cum. "Wow... pretty
good!" she said as she saw the large, white rubber bulb
filled with semen drooping from the end of my softening
dick. She reached out and felt the cum-bubble, squeezing
it and squishing it between her fingers, watching how
the cum moved and flowed as she squeezed its container.
"Seems to hold it in okay... I guess it'll do its job
okay... I'm glad, 'cause I really want to have you cum
inside me again, and this time I'm going to cum too!"
Saturday mornings were one of our regular sex times; we
slept in, and Dad usually went out for the morning, so
as soon as he left we usually got together in one of our
rooms and did it.
We both understood that this Saturday we'd try to fuck
again, and as soon as we heard Dad leaving Cathy showed
up at my bedroom door dressed only in her nightie. I
already had the condoms and Vaseline out on my
nightstand, and my erection was fully hard in
anticipation, projecting out proudly from beneath my
pajama tops.
Cathy eagerly hopped up on the bed while I opened one of
the rubbers, and she applied Vaseline between her legs
while I unrolled it over my swollen shaft. She directed
me to lie on my back, saying she wanted to try it in
another position, to see how that was; she thought that
if she was on top, she could maybe have a little more
control, to minimize her discomfort and maximize her
arousal.
She got up on her knees straddling me, but I was
sticking up so high she had to point it down a bit to
fit it between her legs. She guided it to her slit, and
started to lean down on it, forcing it into her pussy.
Like last time, she got my cockhead inside and paused,
breathing hard, becoming accustomed to having her
privates so assaulted by my size. After a minute or so
she moved her butt around a bit, shifting the angle that
I was entering her from slightly, exploring how it felt.
I asked her if she was okay and she said yes, much
better than last time. She leaned on it harder, and
another inch or so went in her. again she paused, but
for just a moment, before slowly pulling up an inch,
then back down, this time letting a tiny bit more of my
thick shaft enter her. She repeated this six or seven
more times, withdrawing my cock a bit, then pushing it
back in slightly farther, then rested again.
She was breathing hard, her eyes closed and her face
looking very concentrated as she explored the new
sensations in her genitals. As we lay there she moved
her ass very slightly back and forth, slowly, in a
steady rhythm. It felt incredible; I was about halfway
into her, and as she swayed back and forth her cunt gave
an exquisite, subtle massage to my hard-on. "You'll make
me cum if you keep that up for a while," I said;
"Me, too," she replied breathily.
"Is it okay when I'm in you that far?"
"Yeah, once I relaxed... and feeling your big dick
filling me is definitely going to make me cum, too!"
She started slowly moving up and down on me, so I would
pull out of her a little bit and then back in the same
amount. She was moving carefully, cautiously exploring
what she could do without hurting herself; even though
my cock was squeezing tightly within her pussy, the
Vaseline and the slickness of the rubber allowed it to
slide smoothly in her, and she very gradually let more
and more of it into her as she pushed down.
It felt incredible having my erection sliding in and out
of her very warm, squeezing pussy. I was on the edge of
cumming and told her so; she answered "Me too" through
her heavy breathing, and she stopped her movements, and
let herself down to lie on me.
We embraced, allowing our immanent orgasms to recede a
bit, for several minutes; even lying there without
moving felt amazing. I had about three-quarters of my
length inside her. The sensation I noticed most was how
hot she was inside; it felt like my hard-on was being
squeezed in a tight, wet oven. It was incredibly
arousing, even not moving; the urge to cum grew less
very slowly; if she had moved even a quarter inch I'm
sure I would have filled her with cum.
Finally she sat up on me, holding herself up on her
arms, and looked in my eyes. She was flushed, her face
was puffy as if she'd been asleep, and her face was
shiny with a light film of sweat, but her breath, though
still quite strong, was a little steadier. "How're you
doing?" she asked, her voice warm and thick.
I told her how good it felt, and that I was still close
to cumming just from being in her, but was a bit more in
control.
"Me, too... God, feeling so filled up is so hot, I could
just lie here and cum and cum and cum..."
I asked her if we could fit any more in, and she replied
that I was hitting the back of her pussy now, just
perfectly, and if we pushed any more it would hurt. I
was about three-quarters of the way into her, so that
was that. She started moving slowly up and down again;
feeling it out, exploring, she found a rhythm where she
pulled out a little slower, paused a minute, then slid
it in a little faster and harder, pausing again. Once
she settled on this she kept it up very steadily,
without wavering.
We were both involuntarily moaning, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" under
our breath on each downstroke; I was completely
possessed by the sensations I was feeling; wrapped up in
a cloud of pleasure, feeling her hot body against mine,
her hotter pussy enveloping my hard-on and jacking it
off, my rising orgasm about to engulf me entirely, all
mixed together in a stew of ecstasy.
Suddenly she started loudly, desperately calling, "Oh...
Oh... Oh... Oh..." and I knew she was cumming. I
couldn't feel it on my cock, it was experiencing so many
new sensations I couldn't distinguish them; but I could
feel myself starting to cum with her.
I was gripped by that familiar paralysis as my body grew
stiff, and felt my cock grow even harder and start to
pulsate as it shot jet after jet of cum deep into Cathy.
She felt it, for her voice lost some of its desperation,
and she started calling out, "Ah... Ah..." joyfully, as
she felt me cumming deep inside her as her own orgasm
diminished.
As the throbbing in our genitals finally subsided she
lay forward on me, and for a long time we let go of
everything, relaxing and floating in the warmth of each
other, just being. I don't think I fell asleep, but my
mind went to that dreamy place that isn't awake, but
isn't quite asleep, either.
After a long time I was roused from my reverie by Cathy
stirring. She shifted herself up onto one elbow and
looked at me, happily, finally saying "Hi" in a thick
voice. I said "Hi" back, and we smiled at each other,
proud of our performance, and contented to be with each
other so intimately, totally satisfied in the warm glow
of completion.
***
The next week went pretty much like the previous one
did; we managed to cum together almost every day, and
once we were able to do it with me inside her again. It
was great, I felt like there were no barriers to out
sexual expression; we could do whatever we wanted to; we
just had to be careful not to get caught.
Then the following Monday afternoon after school we were
having a snack, when Cathy started talking. "I don't
know if you noticed that blonde girl I've been hanging
around with at school, she's in my homeroom, and we have
math together. Her name's Lynn, and she's real nice, I
like her a lot. She's a new girl too, she doesn't know
anyone either."
"We've been talking quite a lot, really getting to know
each other; and today we started talking about sex. We
admitted to each other that we liked to masturbate, and
she hinted that she used to have girlfriends that she
messed around with; I hinted that I did too. I didn't
tell her about you. Well, I invited her to come over
Wednesday after school, and fool around.
"If I can get her into us doing each other, I thought
maybe you'd want to watch, like I did with you and Greg.
It's really hot to watch two people doing it when one of
them knows and the other doesn't! I'm not sure what
she'll do, but she seems pretty cool, so I'm hoping
she'll get into it, I'd like that!"
She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes; "There's
something about getting done by another girl that's so
hot! Don't you think so?"
Of course I thought that would be great, so we planned
to do it very much like we did with Greg and I.
Wednesday came, and as arranged Cathy delayed their
arrival home from school so I could hide in the spare
room closet as she had before, with the closet door
standing slightly opened so I would have a good view of
whatever happened. I heard the back door slam as they
arrived, and after a few minutes I saw them enter the
room; Cathy closed and locked the door behind them.
Lynn was a cute girl- she looked to be maybe a little
older than Cathy, certainly a little more developed; she
had a prominent bust, slim waist, and nicely rounded
rear. I was hopeful that Cathy would be able to get her
to take her clothes off, I'd love to see more of her.
She had straight blonde hair, that she wore down to her
shoulders, and a cute face.
As they entered they were making small talk. Cathy was
introducing sexual innuendoes in their conversation, and
Lynn was beginning to get that focused look that
indicates sexual anticipation. As Cathy locked the door,
she said, "Just so no one can come in on us... whatever
we're doing."
"It feels good to be in complete privacy with a
girlfriend; you can really relax, you know? You don't
need to worry about what other people might think about
you, you can do whatever you want together..."
Cathy sat on the edge of the bed, and asked Lynn to tell
her about what she liked to do with her girlfriend when
they were alone together. Lynn sat down on the same side
of the bed a ways from Cathy, swiveled to partially face
her. "Well, you know, we used to talk and stuff... and
we used to show each other stuff we discovered, you
know, about sex..."
"What kinds of stuff?" asked Cathy innocently, but with
an undertone of lust in her voice, to encourage Lynn to
go farther.
I was hard now with the turn the conversation was
taking, and I carefully opened my pants and started
slowly stroking my hand along my shaft.
"You know, things we discovered, about how to rub
ourselves and everything..." Lynn was clearly a little
shy about completely opening up to her new friend,
probably unsure about how Cathy would react to any more
frank admissions of sexual involvement with another
girl, but the gleam in her eyes told that she was
clearly eager to keep going in this direction.
Cathy leaned back on the bed resting on her elbows, and
said, "Did you ever do it together? Did you rub each
other?" She said it in a tone of voice that left no
doubt she wouldn't disapprove of an affirmative answer
to her question. "Uh-huh. How about you? Did you ever?"
Cathy laughed, "Oh yeah, a lot! I had a friend who
showed me how to do it, and after that we used to do it
a lot with each other. We always did each other, it felt
so much better!"
Lynn's face brightened noticeably at Cathy's admission,
clearly relieved that her new friend wasn't going to
judge her for her taboo violations. "Yeah, we did too!
She was a real nasty girl, she got us to do it all the
time... but I liked it a lot!"
Cathy asked her, "Tell me about your friend?"
Lynn related how she had known this girl for years; then
when she was thirteen and the other girl was fourteen,
the older girl had asked her if she ever fingered
herself, and at Lynn's relative naiveté, the girl had
talked her into letting her show Lynn what she meant;
then she'd done her right then, making her cum for the
first time.
"It felt so good, I let her do me whenever she wanted...
and I started doing it to her too. She was real nasty;
she liked to do it in public, but so no one could see of
course, and do it lots of times; sometimes we would do
it all afternoon. She figured out all different ways to
do it; she would try anything!" Lynn was relaxed now,
her story spilling easily from her lips.
"Have you ever 'been' with a boy? asked Cathy.
"No. I mean I've been kissed... you know... But not
really anything else."
"Have you ever seen a boy's thing? You know, hard and
all?"
"No... Have you?"
Cathy laughed again. "Yes, I have."
"Wow, cool! What have you done?"
Cathy didn't answer, but instead asked Lynn, "All this
talk is making me kinda hot Lynn... Do you mind if I
take off my panties?" As she spoke, she reached up her
skirt, grabbing their waistband. Then she hesitated,
waiting for her friend's permission.
Lynn's face was glowing with interest, and she answered,
"No, I don't mind... Do you mind if I take off mine
too?"
Cathy slipped her panties down and tossed them on the
floor, while Lynn stood up; she had jeans on, and
removed them, following them with her panties, revealing
a cute, puffy pussy ringed with soft, blond curls; then,
wearing only her blouse, she sat back down.
I was so close to cumming at the sexiness of these
girl's intent. I had to stop stroking my hard-on and
cool down when I caught sight of Lynn's naked pussy, or
I would have cum right then in anticipation of what
would be coming next.
Leaning back on one elbow, Lynn started idly stroking
and pulling on her pussy hair while she watched Cathy.
Cathy spread her legs wide and began slowly sliding her
finger around her slit, tracing her lips.
"Can I watch?" asked Lynn, as she shifted her position
so that her face was near Cathy's knee. She watched the
darker girl teasing herself in silence for several
minutes. Both girls were breathing noticeably heavier
now; Cathy's slit was spreading open in her arousal, her
inner lips and the hood of her clit projecting well out
from her lips with her arousal. Lynn had continued to
tease herself, but the way she was lying I couldn't see
it directly.
"Can I feel you?" asked Lynn. Cathy took her hand away
in assent Lynn reached out and stroked Cathy's slit,
tweaking her clit. Cathy sighed under the welcome touch
of another hand, spreading her legs farther and pushing
her pussy forward a bit.
"Tell me about what you've done with a boy," urged Lynn.
Cathy began a throaty narration about how she had this
"friend" and how she had accidentally seen his erection
and that had led to watching each other masturbate, then
doing it to each other.
"Did you ever use your mouth?" Lynn asked in a small
nervous voice.
"I've done everything." Cathy was breathing hard now,
her face flushed, and her eyes drifting closed as her
new friend did her.
"Wow! What's it like having someone do it in your
mouth?"
Cathy answered, her talking labored by the expert
stimulation that was being lavished on her pussy. Lynn
had several fingers rubbing inside her now and she was
rubbing up and down inside her inner lips as well.
"Oh, it's amazing... he's so big that it's hard to fit
him in my mouth; and when he squirts, it's... it's...
like... Oh... oh... oh!" Cathy's description was cut
short as she started to cum. Lynn focused intently as
she expertly worked her, milking the most she could out
of her orgasm.
Cathy came for a long time. I could see that girls
really could do each other better. I almost came too,
watching how Cathy kept cumming and cumming like that,
but I wasn't touching my erection, which throbbed and
dripped a steady stream of clear pre-cum. If I had
touched myself, it would've been all over; as it was, I
barely held on.
After she recovered for a few moments, Cathy sat up and
leaned over, reaching for Lynn's crotch, saying, "Ok,
now it's YOUR turn!"
As she started in on her, she continued her description
where she had left off. "When he cums in my mouth, it's
just incredible! First of all, it shoots out really
hard! It used to choke me at first before I learned how
to do it. Then, there's so much of it, I don't know if
he's unusual, or maybe it's because he's god such a big
one, but it's like drinking a small milkshake!"
"What's it taste like? Is it gross?" Lynn asked, her
speech now throaty with sexual stimulation, like Cathy's
had been, as she was getting done.
"It tastes salty, I don't know... I kind of like it...
in fact, I like the tastes more and more; it's so much
fun. He cums so hard when I do him with my mouth, that
getting to drink it's a real treat!" Then she changed
the subject, and said, "I like your pussy Lynn. It's
puffier than mine, and your clit is much bigger! Are you
close?"
Lynn sighed yes, that she was trying to hold back to
make it last, but it was hard with what Cathy was doing
to her. I was about to cum again, and knew I would as
soon as I saw Lynn climax.
Then Cathy suddenly leaned forward and started sucking
on Lynn's clit! Lynn let out a loud groan of pleasure
and I could see her start cumming. Her body tensed and
she through her head back. It was hard to watch, for my
orgasm hit at the same time. My cock jumped and spurted,
as jet after jet of cum arced out onto the floor at my
feet.
When my orgasm started to subside, I could see that Lynn
was still cumming, but she was clearly running down.
Several more shudders wracked through her body, and she
sighed as she stopped. "That was great... you surprised
me!"
"I couldn't resist after all that talk about swallowing
cum... I hope you don't mind." Cathy's mouth and chin
were shiny with Lynn's fluids and Lynn's blond bush was
matted down with sweat, saliva, and cunt-juice.
Both girls laid back and chatted softly with each other,
their conversation roaming farther afield now that they
were both satisfied. Lynn was saying, "It turns me on
thinking about your friend with the big thing... Is he
nice? Do you think I might get to see it sometime, or
are you 'with' him? God, I'd love to see a nice boy and
get to do it with him... Most boys are such crude
animals! It's much more trouble than it's worth dealing
with them!"
Cathy laughed, and said, "No way, I'm not 'with' him. I
mean, we just fool around. Listen, if I tell you
something, do you SWEAR that you'll NEVER tell a soul? I
mean it. If this ever gets out, it would be REALLY
bad..."
Lynn, very attentive now, said, "Yeah, sure, I promise I
won't tell anyone. After today, we have a secret
already, I wouldn't want anyone to find out about what
we just did to each other!"
"Ok, but I really mean it... anyway, the guy I was
telling you about- he's my brother."
Lynn looked wide-eyed, thinking about her revelation,
then blurted, "Wow! That's so fucking cool! I thought my
friend was nasty, but you're doing it with your own
brother! I didn't know you had a brother, does he live
here?"
Cathy told her a little more about me and as they talked
she said she would talk to me about it and maybe I'd
agree to it, and Lynn might get her wish. But Cathy
reiterated that she couldn't ever tell a soul.
Eventually the girls put themselves back together and
Lynn went home. When I heard the door close, I waited a
few more minutes, and then came out. Cathy was just
coming upstairs to find me. She looked at me coyly, and
said, "She was hot! She was really good. She really knew
how to do me. How was it for you? Isn't it fun
watching?"
"God, it was hot watching you girls do each other! I was
almost cumming the entire time and when you finally made
Lynn cum I couldn't hold back any longer and soaked the
floor of the closet. And hey! You told her about me; do
you think that's wise?"
Cathy reassured me that she had a good feeling about
Lynn, she'd been getting to know her, and really trusted
her. "Well, what about her request? How do you feel
about giving her a private audience with that big
beautify thing of yours?"
I told her I thought it would be really hot to do it
with her. Cathy piped in brightly "Hey! I know what,
I'll give her a lesson in how to do a boy and we'll use
you to demonstrate on! How'd you like that?"
We agreed that Cathy would try and set it up with her,
and see if she liked that idea. I couldn't wait!
***
Cathy told me after school the next day that she'd
talked to Lynn about her idea. She'd been very
interested, but was a bit reticent; Cathy pointed me out
to her at lunch, and Lynn had agreed, succumbing to
Cathy's urging and reassurances. We had agreed to try it
tomorrow after school; we should have a good two hours
before our father got home from work.
I was very excited at the prospect of revealing myself
to Lynn, and letting her see and touch the most personal
portions of my anatomy; I was also strangely
apprehensive about it, almost shy. Cathy had first seen
my erection by accident, and Greg was another boy, but
here was a girl, who was knowingly planning a liaison
with me and Cathy, for the purpose of seeing my hard-on
It was so nasty, the prospect of this girl who I'd never
met wanting to do me... I wasn't sure how I felt about
it, it felt almost dangerous somehow...
So I was a little nervous as I arrived home from school;
and there at the kitchen table sat Cathy and this other
girl. (I should explain, Cathy got out of school an hour
before me and usually got her own ride home.
Cathy said, "This is Lynn. Although I should let you
know that I told her how were watching us on Wednesday,
so you already kind of know who she is." She was
smirking as she revealed her indiscretion.
I blushed as I said Hi to Lynn, and noticed she was
blushing too. She looked very cute, with an embarrassed
smile playing about her lips, looking into my eyes and
then letting her gaze fall, obviously torn between
interest and shame.
I sat down and we chatted a few minutes. I felt Lynn
relaxing with me a bit, and I found it somehow
reassuring that she knew I had seen her "compromised";
it somehow leveled the playing field in light of what
was planned for this afternoon.
After a little while Cathy said, "Let's go upstairs,"
and got up eagerly. Lynn and I got up too, maybe a
little less enthusiastically; it felt a little funny for
each of us to be in this arranged situation. Cathy led
the way up to the spare room, and I brought up the rear.
It was arousing watching Lynn walk up the stairs in
front of me- her butt swayed cutely as she mounted the
stairs.
We entered the room, and Cathy closed and locked the
door, then turned to Lynn and said, "Come and sit over
here on the bed with me." Cathy motioned for me to come
stand in front of them, and said, "Well, okay brother,
take it out, we're waiting."
I was almost dizzy with lust and shyness at the
nastiness of the situation. In a daze, I felt my hands
go to my belt, open the buckle, unsnap my jeans, and
slide them down my legs. I was already fairly hard, and
as I took off my pants I felt a surge of excitement that
made my erection burst to full swell.
Lynn's eyes bugged at the swell in my underwear; it was
pointing off to the left, stretching my briefs well
beyond my hips, the rounded knob of its head pushing out
like a fist inside my skives. Lynn's expression revealed
the tense, eager attention of arousal now, her earlier
shyness having been evaporated by the heat of the
excitement of the scene she was witnessing.
Cathy was saying, "Look how he can stretch out a pair of
underwear! Now, let's see the real thing!"
She reached out both her hands, grabbed the waistband of
my underwear at either side of my hips, and began to
slowly pull it down. She mimicked stripper music as she
did it, singing, "Da-dum... da-da-dum!"
She pulled them down very slowly, revealing first the
tuft of my curled pubic hair, then slowly, inch by inch,
my shaft came into view, as it was pointed downward by
the pressure of the waistband pulling it down.
Both girls attention was fully on my hard-on as it came
into view; finally, my underwear at mid-thigh, its head
was released, and my erection sprang up, bouncing
slightly, pointing right at the girl's faces, a few
inches from their mouths.
"Wow!" The word escaped involuntarily from Lynn's mouth
as she saw her first erection. Cathy reached out and
grasped its base with her thumb and forefingers, and
moved it around, so they could see it from several
angles.
They were talking with each other, "Pretty amazing, huh?
I couldn't believe how big it was when I first saw it."
"That's supposed to fit inside a girl?" Lynn asked
quiely.
"Well, if you think about it, a baby comes out through
it, so this is small by comparison."
"You call that small!" Lynn asked.
Cathy began sliding the skin of my shaft towards its
tip, pulling it until it was bunching around the rim of
its head. They commented about how loose the skin was.
She slid her hand back down the shaft, then up and down
several times. "This is how boys do it. If I kept this
up for a few minutes, we'd have him cumming."
Lynn asked how much cum comes out of it, and Cathy
answered, "A lot! Wait'll you see!"
Cathy asked her friend, "Do you want to feel it?" Cathy
let go of it, and Lynn reached out one of her hands, and
tentatively felt it with her fingertips, squeezing it
lightly, exploring its consistency. She lightly skimmed
her fingertips along its length, and felt around its
bulbous head, feeling the softness of the skin, and the
long slit of its hole; she then explored the head's
prominent rim, tracing its circumference all the way
around.
The touch of her inexperienced hand on my erection was
like fire; something about her unsureness of what to do
with it was incredibly arousing. It was rock-hard,
throbbing gently with my pulse, its skin shiny from
being stretched so tight by my arousal. I sighed
involuntarily; taking the sound for encouragement, she
grasped the shaft in her hand and slid its skin up and
down. Her hand only reached two-thirds of the way around
its thick shaft.
"That's it, up and down... I want to see you make him
cum! Wait'll you see! But not too fast, he'll cum too
soon," directed Cathy. She reached down into Lynn's lap,
asking her, "Can I do you while you do him? It's so
hot!"
Taking her non-resistance as permission, Cathy slipped
her hand into the waistband of her friend's loose pants,
and I could see her moving regularly down there.
A drop of cream was building on the tip of my dick;
Cathy reached out and caught it on her finger,
demonstrating its sticky and slippery consistency to her
friend; she pulled her hand up, drawing it out into a
long filament, which hung drooping, then broke and
dripped towards the floor. Cathy picked up one of the
towels we had put by the bed and spread it on the floor
beneath where I was standing, saying, "We're going to
need this!"
At Cathy's urging Lynn reached her other hand, and used
her index finger to spread more cream out over my
cockhead; I sighed again at the slick rubbing on my most
sensitive area. Cathy told her to keep rubbing it for a
while, saying it would drive me crazy.
Lynn was getting that glazed look in her eyes indicating
that Cathy was doing a good job on her, as she continued
to do me. Suddenly she sighed, "Oh!" And I knew she was
cumming.
Her jacking became unsteady on my erection as she came;
She was panting, her face flushed; Cathy continued to
work her, drawing out her orgasm as best she could. It
was nice and long; evidently Lynn found our scene as
arousing as we did. She stopped jacking me off as her
orgasm subsided, holding my cock as she recovered
herself.
After a moment she resumed on me. I was close myself,
and watching her cum almost pushed me over the edge; but
I held on, wanting to prolong this nasty session as long
as possible. "Do you want another one?" Cathy asked her,
resuming her movements in Lynn's pants and taking her
silence for permission, she continued to do her.
I was on fire; Lynn's steady jacking was milking a
flowing stream of cream from my cock, which trailed in a
ribbon to the towel below, swaying gently with each
stroke of her hands on my shaft. I felt my legs
threatening to buckle, as I felt a huge orgasm steadily
approaching. That amazing feeling when all the fluids
begin pooling in my balls and prostate was building, and
the skin in my hands and feet was starting to tingle. I
felt the tingling grow and spread to my entire arms and
legs, building in as a fire towards my midsection; my
body was growing rigid, and I felt my balls tighten as
my erection swelled even further; a bright light
suddenly went off in my head, and I came.
Lynn watched intently as my hard-on started bouncing as
I came. The first jet of semen shot from my cock,
landing on the sofa next to her with a splat, followed
by another on her and then and another. My erection
jumped an inch as it was seized by each powerful
contraction, and another rope of cum followed the last.
It was a good one; I kept cumming and cumming, until
finally the spurts of cum settled down into a pulsing
flow that ran down my cockhead and over her hand,
dripping to the floor.
Cathy was pouring it on doing Lynn as I came, judging by
the motions in her pants; and a few moments after my
orgasm subsided, Lynn's eyes drifted closed and she
sighed thickly with each breath out as she came again.
She grabbed Cathy's hand and ground it into her crotch
while she came, finally releasing it as the waves of
orgasm diminished, releasing her to normal
consciousness.
I slumped down on the sofa next to them as Cathy wiped
up the sofa where I came and then Lynn's blouse. "You
missed the towel!" she giggled, then tossed the wet
cloth onto the floor.
"Well, what did you think of that?" asked Cathy, as Lynn
recovered from her orgasm. They talked about how amazing
it was watching me cum, and Cathy complimented Lynn on
doing a good job on me.
Finally I got up, knelt on the floor in front of Cathy,
and said, "Now it's your turn!"
I pulled up her short skirt, and slid her cute panties
down her nicely trim legs and off her feet. She opened
her thighs obligingly, and Lynn and I moved our hands
into her crotch. Her inviting slit was swollen and quite
wet, her puffy clit projecting out prominently from the
top of her inner lips, her thick labia pouting in
arousal.
"You take the top, I'll work on her inside," I
suggested, and slowly slid my index and middle finger
into her dripping pussy as Lynn put a finger on her clit
and began fingering it.
Cathy sighed and leaned back on her elbows, watching us
as started to work on her, then she was lying back on
the sofa, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. She came
almost right away, no doubt excited from doing Lynn and
watching her do me. She cried out as she started
cumming, and I could tell it was one of her big ones. A
fountain of girl-cum spurted out of her slit as the
first contraction hit her, all over my face and running
down her ass-crack. Her pussy clamped down hard on my
fingers spastically as she came, again and again. Lynn
rubbed her clit fast until the waves of orgasm that
gripped her whole body over and over subsided.
"Wow!" blurted Lynn as she surveyed the aftermath of her
orgasm, "You really get wet!"
I explained how when Cathy had one of her big ones, she
actually shot off cum like a boy does.
"Wow!" she said again' "That's so cool! I'd like to do
that! How do you do it?"
Cathy explained that she didn't know, it just happened
sometimes; it had never happened to her old friend she
used to mess around with. Lynn said she'd never seen it
either, but it looked really cool. "I guess you're the
hardest cumming girl we know!"
We straightened up the room and cleaned up as best we
could, and Cathy went and put a load of laundry in to
remove the evidence of our hanky-panky. "That was great!
Thanks for letting me..." Lynn told me as she was
leaving.
I smiled, "You can do it with me anytime you want," I
grinned. Cathy agreed it was great, and we all said we'd
like to do it again sometime soon.
***
That weekend Cathy and I were particularly ardent. On
Saturday morning I went inside her again, and she had
one of her big ones. It was amazing; while she was
cumming it felt like she was peeing on me. Of course
mine was big too, after experiencing that; I came so
much, it oozed out the bottom of the rubber around the
base of my shaft.
Sunday afternoon while Dad was out we did each other
with our mouths, and Cathy let me make her cum two
times. She swallowed all my cum, without gagging. She
was getting really good at that.
On Monday after school we sat around the kitchen table
having a snack, and Cathy told me she'd talked to Lynn
about last Friday. "She was amazed. She said she'd never
felt so hot since the first time her friend did her. She
said how much she liked making you cum. She made me tell
her about everything we'd done together, and I did. She
wants to try having your cum in her mouth next time. I
told her how much I liked that and how nasty it was and
she's all excited to try it."
I felt a surge of lust at the thought. Somehow the
thought of being the first one to do something nasty
with a girl was especially exciting, and I felt my groin
swelling as I pictured it. Cathy could evidently see how
I was feeling, and led me upstairs and jacked me off
quickly, fast; I came in three minutes, and she
swallowed it all.
***
Wednesday after school was the next time Lynn could come
over. As I arrived home they were already there, and I
found them up in the spare room. There was a pile of
towels on the end of the bed; they both had their pants
off and were already doing each other, both at the same
time, lying on the bed with each of their heads towards
the other's feet, so they could see each other's pussy
while they masturbated it.
I watched them, my cock swelling. They were both very
nasty girls; they were intent on doing each other,
moving their hands slowly and very deliberately, working
to wring the best orgasm they could from each other.
I think knowing they were being watched added to their
excitement; anyway shortly after I entered the room they
climaxed. Cathy came first, but Lynn started before
Cathy's had finished, so they were both cumming at the
same time for a few moments. Their orgasms lasted a long
time, but it looked like Lynn came a bit harder than
Cathy, at least judging by what I could see.
I had my pants off and my underwear down already before
Cathy started cumming and I stroked my hard-on slowly
until after Lynn had finished. I stopped jacking off
when the girls sat up; they both said, "Hi," and Cathy
suggested that we take a break while they recovered; she
went down for sodas, and I sat on the bed next Lynn.
We both had our pants off, my erect cock poking up from
my lap shamelessly, its head bobbing in front of my
solar plexus. Lynn gazed at it, telling me how Cathy had
told her about how much she liked it when I came in her
mouth and that she wanted to try it, too. I answered
that I knew, Cathy told me about their conversation.
Lynn then reached over and idly felt my cockhead,
stroking it very lightly with her fingertips; I sighed,
and settled back onto my elbows, my erection projecting
out much farther, more accessible to her touch.
Cathy reentered the room, saw what we were up to,
paused, then walked over to us and handed us each a
soda. "You better let up, you'll have him cumming all
over the place in no time like that!" she warned.
Lynn stopped her tickling, and we all sipped our drinks;
we watched my hard-on bobbing gently to my heartbeat as
we drank. The girls chatted excitedly, mostly Lynn
asking Cathy about the things she'd admitted we'd done.
"What's it like having it in you? Did it hurt the first
time? When he cums in your mouth, what do you do? Do you
swallow it all? He cums so much! Was it hard to learn
how to handle it?" and so on.
Cathy fielded her questions, reassuring her, and giving
her specific tips about her techniques.
Cathy leaned over me, demonstrating what she was
describing, as she showed Lynn how she put her mouth
over the head of my dick when I was cumming, and how she
jacked me off at the same time, actually doing it to
illustrate. Then she told Lynn, "Why don't you try it?"
Cathy let go of my rod and leaned back, making room for
Lynn; who tentatively grasped the base of my shaft, then
took half its head into her mouth, and started jacking
it. Her tentative movements were excruciatingly
exciting; she took her mouth off of it, asking Cathy,
"Like that?" while continuing to jack me off.
"Yeah, that's good... just keep doing him, and you'll
get to find out pretty soon."
Lynn kept doing me, while Cathy gave her pointers. She
told her how to jack it farther down the shaft if I was
getting too hot, and it would move me to orgasm much
more slowly; she showed her how to kiss and lick its
head every now and then, it sent me through the roof,
but not too often; she taught her two handed jacking,
and to tickle my balls while she did me; and much more.
Lynn tried out each of the techniques as they were being
described, until she got Cathy's approval on that
particular move. I was burning up, rock hard, and quite
wet, both from my cream and her saliva. I warned them
that I was getting close to cumming. They discussed
whether she should back off or make me cum then; they
decided to back off.
I sat up onto my elbows, and we all had a few more sips
of soda while I cooled off. "You're doing pretty good,
holding up under all the things I've been having Lynn
try out on you. She's going to be an expert soon, under
my excellent instruction!" Cathy joked, a twinkle in her
eye. She took a towel and blotted my erection, balls,
and pubic hair, which were all getting pretty wet.
We chatted more while I cooled down, waiting until my
erection deflated a bit from the angry red, swollen
rock-hard state they had got it into.
After several more minutes, they decided to start in
again. Cathy said she would back off and let Lynn do me
however she liked, trying out the various techniques
they had been working on.
Lynn started by having me scoot down so my hips were on
the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor and my legs
spread, while she knelt on the floor between them. She
began by giving my shaft several long, slow licks from
my balls to its tip. She then started slowly jacking the
lower half of its shaft, kissing the head noisily every
minute or so.
After several minutes of this I was again creaming
heavily, and seeing this, she smeared the cream around
its head, swirling it rapidly for a few moments with her
fingers; I sucked in my breath as the intense, burning
pleasure shot through my groin. She stopped suddenly,
just holding my cock for a few moments, not moving,
letting my excitement subside a bit. Then she resumed
her slow, steady jacking of the lower end of my shaft.
The cream was streaming steadily over its head and down
the shaft, spreading around the shaft by her jacking so
that with each stroke of her hand there was a sloppy,
slurping sound. It was getting wet enough that her hand
started sliding over the skin, and she took advantage of
this, every eighth stroke or so sliding slowly all the
way up the shaft, over the head, and off it altogether,
squeezing it from her hand as she passed the tip; then
she would go all the way back down again, repeating the
cycle.
I was burning up; I was panting, thrusting my hips
forward involuntarily; random throbs were gripping my
cock, as orgasm neared. I warned her I was close; and as
she leaned forward and clamped her mouth onto my
cockhead, sucking hard, Cathy joined in, reaching out
with both hands to fondle my balls.
I felt my orgasm taking possession of my senses; as my
body grew rigid, paralyzed, my cock swelled even
further, and jumped as the first jet of cum surged
through it, spurting out into Lynn's waiting mouth.
She sputtered, but kept sucking; spurt after spurt of
semen flooded her mouth, and after the third she gagged,
choking, and started coughing; Cathy leaned forward
quickly and took over, taking the last five or six jets
into her mouth, demonstrating her expert blowjob
technique to Lynn, as she recovered from her near-
drowning.
Under the excitement of getting done by these two eager
girls and the prolonged, multiple techniques they had
been using on me, it was a big orgasm. I came hard, and
even though Cathy took over halfway through, she still
got a mouthful of cum. She sucked me until the last few
weak pulses of orgasm gripped my cock, then stroked it
firmly upwards several times, squeezing the last few
drops out, into her sucking mouth.
I lay back, passed out in the delirium of orgasmic
release, for I don't know how long. The girls were
excitedly chattering, conducting a post-mortem on our
adventure. "God, I don't know how you can do that! He
shot so suddenly, and so hard! I was choking on the
first one... and then, when I'm just getting over it, he
shoots another and another! And there's so much! How do
you do it?"
Cathy explained how she discovered using her tongue to
block the jets from hitting her throat, giving her time
to swallow; and how you had to be careful to time your
swallows with the spurts as I came. "Don't worry,
exactly the same thing happened to me the first time I
tried it! The next time you know what to expect, so you
can handle it a lot better. By about the fourth or fifth
time I got the hang of it... but I still get surprised
sometimes, especially when he cums really hard!"
I was coming to myself and sat up; both girls smiled at
me. Lynn asked, "How'd I do?" I smiled, and said, "The
reason you had a hard time was because you made me cum
so hard! You were really great! So the problem is how
good you are at it... if you hadn't done me so well I
wouldn't have cum so hard, and it might have been easier
to handle." She beamed and blushed at the same time, as
Cathy complimented her too on her excellent style.
The girls asked each other if they wanted to go again,
or if they were done, and they agreed that they'd had
enough; then Lynn said she probably wouldn't mind, it
was so exciting doing me; so Cathy and I pushed her
back, and gave her the same treatment she and I had
given Cathy the last time, except I took the top and
Cathy the inside.
We did her hard, and after a few minutes she was
breathing hard. I stopped rubbing her, leaned forward,
and started licking and sucking her clit. She gasped as
she felt my mouth on her cunt, and in only a few more
minutes, we had her cumming again.
Even though it was her second time that afternoon, she
came pretty thoroughly; I sucked her clit hard while her
pussy throbbed, and Cathy worked her fingers in and out
of her cunt. As it subsided she sighed deeply, a big
grin growing across her mussed face as she stretched.
"Wow, it's great getting done by both of you at once!"
she exclaimed throatily, "I could do that all
afternoon!"
Cathy said that maybe we would one day, but that she
thought the next time we got together she should try
having me inside of her, if she wanted. Lynn's face
beamed, and she said, "I was hoping you might suggest
that! That's what I really want to try!"
I felt a rush of excitement shoot through my loins as I
pictured what our next session might bring...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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