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Our First Sex
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chapter 3 - Our First Sex
Suddenly dropping her raised leg, she pushed one hand into her skirt-
covered crotch and seemed to cup herself as she asked, "Just what do
you think about, Billy? I mean, what about me do you think about
when you uh, do it?" She'd taken the bait!
By this time I'd decided to turn up the intensity. Screw this pussy
footing around. Let's get going. "Okay, sis, I'll tell you
everything . . . everything you want to know . . . I'll tell it all,
but first, you've got to tell me something. I'm way ahead of you and
I'm feeling kinda funny about it . . . like I'm all alone. Know what
I mean? So, before I spill the beans, you've gotta tell me things.
Like I know that girls do it too. And I suspect that you're just
like everyone else, so you probably do it as well but I wanna know
just how *you* do it." I'd emphasized the "you" so she'd talk about
herself and not about girls in general.
By this time her skirt was half way up her thighs and we were both
cupping ourselves shamelessly. "All right you horndog, I'll tell
you. Yes. Yes, I do it . . . a lot. I've been doing it for years .
. . ever since I was nine. Usually I do it when I'm in bed, late at
night, but sometimes I just wake up hot and have to do it again.
Lately I've had to do it in the day time, and then I go, well, you
probably know where I go. You go there all the time!"
Now her skirt was at her hips and I could see her hands over her
panty crotch. I slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my dick,
noisily sucking air between my teeth. It was all hard and caught
bent in my underpants. She stopped talking and watched me, so I kept
my hand inside my pants, holding my cock.
This was working better than my wildest dreams. I'd hoped we might
"talk dirty" and here we were, touching ourselves openly. I was
getting more excited by the minute. I could hardly sit still. The
loving feeling I had for my sister right then almost chocked me up.
"Sis, I wanna tell you how sexy you are right now. You are just
beautiful. I love to look at your legs and I love to see you there
and I'm going crazy trying to see more of you. God, this is HOT and
I don't know if I can stand it!"
Jean, it appeared, had crossed some emotional line of propriety in
her mind. The shy, embarrassed girl was gone and the provocative,
sexy woman was emerging. She was enjoying herself and she was turned
on by seeing me turned on. She'd entered the game without
reservation. I just knew that. I didn't know where this was going,
but I was sure of one thing, it was getting more powerful and going
somewhere. I was going with it.
I suppose like most boys, I didn't imagine a girl would be interested
in looking at my dick; still, Jean had been watching me throttle my
hard cock through my pants for the last several minutes. Suddenly, I
knew what to do. Pulling my zipper down, I pushed my hand through my
open fly and grasping my cock, I looked at my sister and said, "Show
me, Jean . . . show me yours."
Looking up through her lowered lashes, she smiled and said nothing
but slid one hand into her panties and between her legs. The wet
crotch of her panties were bulged with her fingers and I could see
some dark brown pussy hair where the pants were pulled away. My
sister was really calling my hand, imitating me and teasing me at the
same time. When I began to move my hand, she moved hers. It looked
like she was running one finger up and down her slit, pausing at the
top to make little circles.
Put up or shut up, I thought as I pulled my boner out of my pants.
There! No accident this. I was showing my hard-on to my sister and
waiting to see what she'd do . . . run or join in. Then she
surprised me. Suddenly standing, she reached up under her skirt and
pulled her panties off. Stepping out of them, she rolled them in a
ball and motioned to throw them down, but then, as if having a second
thought, she let them unroll and held them up for me to see. Rolling
her eyes, she shrugged and tossed them onto my chest as she sat back
down.
My dreams . . . my wet dreams were coming true. My sister's warm
panties were mine. The crotch was quite wet and her scent was
strong when I pulled them to my nose. Her panties stolen from the
clothes hamper were hot, but nothing like the fresh wet and warm ones
she'd just stripped from her bottom. I could hardly believe that my
sister, sweet Jean, knew what I wanted and flaunted it for me.
Shaking my head, as to clear it, I stood up and skinned out of my
jeans and underpants. My dick almost slapped my belly as it sprang
up. I stood there a moment, my hips slightly thrust forward, cock at
attention and asked, "Is this what you wanted to see?"
"Yes. And is *this* what you've been trying to see?" She pulled her
skirt up and spread her legs for me. I was seeing now, for the first
time, my sister's naked pussy. God, it was beautiful. Her pubic
hair was curly and thick on top. It was trimmed on the sides and on
the lips. My innocent sister trimmed her pussy hair! Where have I
been this century?
Scooting her hips forward, our legs overlapped as she scrunched her
bottom toward me. Her splayed legs pulled the lips of her pussy
apart just a little and I could see a wet pink inside. The scent of
pussy was heavy in the air and I so wanted to bury my face in her
crotch. Below her partially open cunt, I could just see her puckered
anus. She was showing me her asshole! My dick lurched again, precum
wetting the area around the pee hole.
I hunched my bottom closer to her and slid my legs farther over hers
as I continued to stroke my woody. The tip of my cock was only
inches from her pussy. I could see her clit as she pulled the hood
back. She was showing me her little hard-on. By now I was so
excited I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted it all. I wanted to
jack off, to watch her jack off. I wanted to smell her, to taste
her. I wanted her to touch me, to touch my cock, my balls, my ass. I
was nearing circuit overload. I couldn't think.
Scrunching forward again, I muttered something like, "Let me touch
your clitty with my dick, Jean . . . Oh, God . . . let me just touch
you . . . on the outside . . . just on the outside . . . I won't put
it in . . . I promise!"
She was beyond speech and answered with her pelvis. She thrust her
hips to me until our sexes touched . . . until the head of my dick,
almost purple with stasis, touched the hard nubbin of her cunt. I
was mindless. I had no idea what I was doing or what to do. I began
mindlessly slapping her clit with my dick, between the inverted "V"
of her fingers that were splaying her pussy lips open. Slap, slap,
slap . . . I masturbated myself as I beat her clit.
Once again, my world constricted. Visions and images swam before me.
I couldn't tell a fantasy from reality. My sister's pussy. The
smell of her juice. My hard, curved and shining cock pounding on her
pussy . . . on her clit. Slap, slap, slap. Her wet fingers . . .
red nails . . . holding open her pussy. Groaning sounds .. .
strained, garbled, meaningless speech, "Pussy . . . cunt . . . shit
. . . piss . . . fuck . . . Oh, Christ . . . I'm cumming."
"Cum on me, cum on me, cum on me," she chanted over and over as I
squirted ropy spurts of white jism on her chest, on her stomach and
then onto her pussy hair. From far away, I thought I heard her
scream.
I must have blacked out for a moment. My next aware sensation was
being held. Jean had my cock in her hand and was holding it softly,
cooing as she stroked it like a feather. My body spasmed again, a
jerk that pushed an unbidden grunt from my chest.
"God, Jean . . . shit . . . Jesus H. Christ! I can't believe this
happened. It was unbelievable . . incredible . . . fantastic."
"Oh, Billy," she whispered. "Please hold me, won't you? I do love
you so!"
< End of Chapter 3 >
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