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One Hot Summer (mf,incest)

Chapter 1
She Arrives.

It was the summer of 1961. I was 14, a student in junior
high school. We lived in an affluent suburb of an upper
midwest city, in a big old Edwardian three story brick
house. My father was a very successful senior executive with
a defense company, and our lifestyle was comfortable in the
extreme. I was the eldest of 5, three girls and two boys. My
mother was essentially a housewife, but my father's position
dictated a very busy social life. They employed an older
Irish lady to cook , keep house, and "mind" the youngsters.

At the end of the '60-'61 school year, the Irish lady
announced that she would be returning to Ireland for the
summer to see her aged mother.This threw my mother into a
serious tailspin, as the thought of maintaining her heavy
social calendar, and having to keep a large house in order
was more than she could bear. After some discussion  with my
father, she persuaded him that a summer replacement for the
Irish lady would be necessary if he expected her to keep up
with things. He suggested an older spinster aunt from the
east coast who was always volunteering to visit us, and she
agreed to see what could be worked out.

The old aunt did agree to help out over the summer, but the
idea of "minding the kids" was a bit much for her, and she
lacked a driver's license. She agreed to come, provided that
the kids would be someone elses responsibility.

My father reluctantly agreed that a more or less full time
baby sitter would be needed in addition to the old aunt, and
he mentioned someone at work who might be able to help. My
father's company had a large manufacturing division in the
Philadelphia area, and the manager of the plant had a
daughter who was finishing her freshman year at Penn State.
He had casually mentioned to my father that his daughter was
looking for Au Pair work over the summer break. Arrangements
were made, and my mother announced to us that we would have
this young lady in residence for the summer.

Actually, I'm a little surprised that I recall anything
about this part of the story. Remember, I was 14. My young
male brain was heavily absorbed in dealing with the newly
minted male hormones which were surging through my athletic
(and still developing) young body. In  fact, what little
intellectual activity I could muster was heavily devoted to
fantasizing about uses for my male member, which was rapidly
becoming something between an embarrasment (honest, I could
have an erection thinking about a stop sign!), and an
obsession.

Well, anyway, that's how Sandy came into our lives, and mine
in particular. As the school year ended, I had little idea
of the long, hot summer it would become.

Before I describe Sandy's arrival at our house, I should
briefly describe the house itself. It was, as I said, a
large brick Edwardian house,  with Tudor pretensions, built
I suppose in the 1920's. It had lovely, large high ceiling
rooms, including three "suites", each of which had a
bedroom, bath, and sitting room. My parents of course had
the master bedroom suite, the Irish lady had a suite to
herself in the back of the house over the large kitchen, and
my brother and sisters each had rooms of their own. with
adjoining baths. I occupied a suite on the third floor, all
to myself. The third floor consisted of my suite, and a
large room we called the "ballroom", which was intended to
be exactly that, but which we had made into a large indoor
playroom.

My mother decided that Sandy would occupy the Irish Lady's
suite, and the aunt would stay in our large double guest
room.

Sandy duly arrived one day in late June, shortly after the
school year ended. She was indeed sandy, with short brownish
blond hair. Slightly tall, thin, and somewhat aristocratic
looking, she had a look to match her Main Line Philadelphia
last name. In Sandy's case looks were a little deceiving,
because in short order we discovered her to be quite
pleasant and friendly, with a warm unselfconscious smile and
a disposition to match.. She had as well the most appealing,
and probably the first,  Philly accent I'd ever heard.

After a few days of shuttling kids hither and yon, and
keeping an eye on the younger members of the household,
Sandy fit right in.

Part of her arrangement with my mother included two
afternoons a week, and Sundays, off. Since she was a
stranger to our city, she really didn't have much to do on
her time off, and she spent a lot of her free time the first
week just reading in her room, or, in good weather, sunning
herself in the back yard.

The first afternoon she had off after her arrival was a
particularlly warm day, with temperatures close to 90
degrees. About 1 in the afternoon I arrived home from
somewhere or other to find the house seemingly empty. My
mother, it transpired, had taken everyone, including my
aunt, to lunch and a movie matinee. I had been off with
friends playing sandlot baseball about a mile from home, and
I arrived hot, tired, and in need of a shower. I trudged up
the two flights of stairs toward my room with the shower
very much in mind. Halfway up the stairs from the second to
the third floor, I glanced out a window which overlooked our
fenced in backyard, and saw Sandy lying on her back on a
beach towel spread on the lawn. She was wearing a bathing
suit, and reading a book. Her shoulders and thighs were
glistening with suntan oil. I could see just the tops of her
small breasts move up and down as she breathed, and the
mixed oil and sweat accentuated their gentle up and down
movement. I stood on the stairway landing unmoving, watching
her breasts rise and fall. As if it had a mind of it's own,
my penis quickly stiffened and strained against the fabric
of my jockey shorts. I could feel the wetness of it's
lubrication against my shorts, and my hand reached down to
touch it. As my hand reached the swollen tip of my orgam, I
felt the warmth spreading from my quickening loins.

As I leaned against the window sill and gently stroked my
pulsing organ through the fabric of my shorts, my eyes never
left Sandy's pert, shiny undulating breasts.

After a short time, Sandy put her book aside, and reached
for the suntan oil. She unscrewed the cap and rolled over
onto her stomach. With her hands she applied oil to her
shoulders and back, then poured more oil onto her hands, sat
up, and began applying it to the backs of her thighs. When
she finished, she took her right hand, which was sitll
covered with oil, and wiped the residue onto the inside of
her thighs, stroking from the tops to the knees along the
soft, white.flesh. As she lay down on her stomach again, I
noticed that her right arm was still beneath her, and the
angle of her forearm could only place her hand down between
her legs. I gasped audibly in astonishment, and my own hand
began to stroke my raging erection.

At first Sandy lay quite still on her stomach, with her head
turned to the side, her mouth slightly open. Gradually,
through the fabric of her bathing suit I could see he small,
firm buttocks slowly begin to clench and relax
rythmically."Jesus", I whispered to myself, as my heart
raced and my knees became wobbly, "She's masturbating!".

Sandy's butt clenching rhythm, at first imperceptable and
slow, gradually became more noticeable and faster. After a
while she developed a short, staccato hip thrust movement to
accompany her buttock clenching, and her movements became
faster, and jerkier. After several minutes, she arched her
back quickly three or four times for a second or two each
time, pressing her slim hips into the earth each time and
clenching her buttocks strongly. With the last spasm, which
lasted longer than the preceeding ones, her mouth gaped, and
her face distorted. I could only imagine the sounds she was
making. Finally, with a little shake of her butt, she
collapsed onto the beach towel,  gave a little shudder, and
lay still. At that moment my penis burst in the most intense
and prolonged orgasm of my young life. It literally exploded
into my tight shorts, as my knees turned to water.

It took me a moment to regain my senses. Feeling the hot,
sticky warmth of a massive ejacutation turn cold and wet
against my skin, I struggled up the final stairs to my room,
and waddled into the bathroom. After a quick, hot shower, I
threw myself onto my bed and fell into a deep and dreamless
sleep.
.

Chapter 2
Young boy meets girl

Later that afternoon, I awoke to the normal sounds of the
household. I rolled over in bed and glanced at my clock. It
said that I had slept for 4 hours, and that it was
approaching the dinner hour. I lay for several minutes in
the dreamy haze between sleep and conscioness, thinking back
on the afternoon and its events. As I remembered Sandy's
small, firm buttocks clenching in ecstasy, I could feel the
warmth creeping into my loins, and the stiffening of my
tireless young member.

My mother's voice jolted me from my reverie, as she called
up the stairs to announce dinner. With a sigh, I rose to my
feet and pulled on my shorts. I felt curiously shy at the
idea of sitting across from Sandy at dinner, as if we shared
an important secret. But I shrugged off the thought as
silly, and another thought came to mind which made me
shiver. I wished I could have heard her this afternoon, the
sounds she made as pleasure coursed through her shuddering
body, and I thought that the sound of her voice at dinner
would recall those sounds I couldn't hear. I tingled all
over as I ambled down the stairs to the dining room.

Sandy was there helping my aunt set the table. She was
dressed in shorts and a loose fitting sleeveless shirt, and
as she bent over to place a casserole dish on the table, I
looked down the front of her shirt straining to see whatever
I might. As she placed the dish down, her eyes quickly rose
and met mine. "Oh shit", I thought, "she caught me looking".
She smiled her sweet unselfconscious smile and sat down
across the table from me.

Dinner proceeded uneventfully, except that I couldn't keep
my thoughts off the picture of Sandy's clenching butt. As
she spoke, my hot, twisted mind altered every word into an
imagined gasp or moan. I prayed fervently that no one would
ask me to get up and go into the kitchen for anything,
because my tight shorts would be quite useless in hiding a
partially erect 9" prick. I could only imagine what my brat
sisters would have to say!

Toward the end of the meal, my mother instructed Sandy to
get the younger kids in bed by 9pm, which was the time Sandy
usually finished for the day. Mother said that she and
father would be going to the home of a business associate of
my father's to play cards.

Sandy looked across the table at me and asked if I knew how
to play cards. With unwarranted bravado, I announced that I
was an excellent card player, after all what educated 14
year old male didn't know how to play cards.

At this she looked pleased, and she asked me if I knew how
to play gin. I answered that I did, sort of. With that she
offered to teach me the finer points after the kids were in
bed.

Shortly after dinner, my parents left for their card game,
and after a short evening of tv, Sandy put the kids to bed.
After the last one was tucked in, she reminded me of our
date to play cards, and asked me to come to her sitting room
in 15 minutes.

14 1/2 minutes later. I knocked on her sitting room door,
and I heard her voice from her bedroom call out to come in.
I opened the door and walked into the sitting room. The room
contained a chaise lounge, two overstuffed chairs of
uncertain vintage, a coffee table, and two floor lamps. I
threw myself into one chair as her voice came from the other
room; "Just a sec, I have to get a deck of cards from my
suitcase".

I sat patiently for a minute until I heard her footsteps
coming from the bedroom, through the bathroom adjoining the
sitting room. As she walked thru the sitting room door, I
almost lost it totally. Her shorts were now gone, and she
was clad only in shirt and cotton panties!

Unselfconsciously she dragged the coffee table in front of
my chair, giving me a tantalizing view of her tight little
butt encased in those cotton panties, then pulled up an
ottoman to the opposite side of the table and proceeded to
sit lotus fashion on the ottoman directly across from me.

My mouth was so dry I didn't think I could speak. I tried as
surreptitously as possible to look at the junction of her
lovely thighs, now separated from my view by only the
tiniest bit of material. Whispy soft brown curly hairs
covered the tops of her thighs,  and peeked around the edges
of her panties.

Sandy proceeded to deal cards, and to explain the rules and
finer points of gin, but her efforts were largely wasted. My
hormones were pumping again, and it took every bit of
willpower in my posession to keep my prick from ripping
through my shorts and introducing itself to the young lady
opposite me. As she spoke softly, and shifted gently on the
ottoman, I became less and less able to control the growing
tumescence of my penis. It bulged more and more noticeably,
and I waited helplessly for the inevitable.

Suddenly I became aware that Sandy had stopped talking, and
was looking at me with an impish expression. Softly she
said, "You know, I have three brothers at home. I know what
an erection looks like, and you shouldn't be embarassed.
It's hard to be fourteen, I know."

I was speachless, and I suppose I turned as red as a beet.
Sandy smiled again, and said "I know just the trick," With
that she rose from the ottoman, and walked to the bathroom,
returning in a minute with a towel. She pushed the coffee
table from between us, and motioned me to stand up. I did,
and in an eyelash she had my shorts around my ankles, then
she pushed me gently backward into the chair. I fell back
into a sitting position, and she knelt in front of me
between my legs. Her left hand went under my balls and
cupped them, while she wrapped her right hand firmly around
my rigid shaft and began stroking up and down its length. As
she stroked she murmured almost to herself,"Wow, you're
bigger than my brothers. What a pretty penis. So strong, and
so warm."   After about ten strokes, I gave up and the
weapon went off in her hand with a series of pulsing gushes.
The first shot flew up over her head and for all I know went
into earth orbit. The next couple flew up and landed in her
hair. The rest ran down over her still pumping  hand and
forearm. Sandy continued stroking the shaft until well after
it stopped erupting. As it softened in her hand, she laid it
gently on my abdomen, and reached for the towel.

"Feel better now?", she asked with a smile. "I'll bet you
do. Well, we seem to have made a mess, and you look like you
need a rest, so toddle off to bed, and I'll clean up. We'll
continue our card lessons another time"

With that she gave me a peck on the cheek, and bid me
goodnight. I struggled up the stairs to my room and threw
myself across the bed in exhaustion.


Chapter 3
Auntie


Over the next couple of weeks, we rendezvoused several more
times for card lessons. The events of the first lesson were
not mentioned or alluded to at all. Sandy was fully dressed
each time, and I actually learned to play gin fairly well.

After Sandy had been with us for almost a month, one night
she invited me for cards when my folks were out of the
house. When I arrived at her sitting room at the appointed
time, I found her curled up on her chaise loungs, clad in a
bathrobe, and sound asleep. As I turned to tiptoe out again,
she groaned slightly, and shifted her position. As she
moved, one side of her robe fell open, exposing her right
side, from breast to pubis. I stood frozen in place, unable
to move, or even breath. She was the first real woman I'd
ever seen, and to me she was breathtaking. Her small, round,
taut breast was topped by a perfect brown nipple about a
inch across, proud and erect. Her trim body was exquisitely
proportioned, with soft, round, hips, and a flat stomach.
Her mons was covered with fleecy brown, almost reddish hair.
Her skin was smooth and soft looking. The urge to reach out
and touch her was almost unbearable. As I stood rooted to
the spot staring at her, she stirred and opened her eyes. As
she rose to consciousness, her hand swept over and closed
her robe without a trace of embarrasment. She smiled up at
me, and I guess I blushed. Her eyes moved downward, and the
impish grin of three weeks ago creased her face.

Suddenly I became aware of my tumescent state, as was she.
She looked up at me and said "Well, here you go again.
You're as bad as my brothers!"

With that she sat upright, and reached for my hand, pulling
me toward her. When I was directly in front of her, she
lowered the zipper on my shorts, and reached her hand
inside. As her hand drew my shaft from its confinement, I
groaned with ecstasy. She looked at the distended purplish
knob at the end of my penis with undisguised pleasure, then
glanced up at me.

"You really are delicious" she said with a tremor. Before I
could register a conscious thought, she placed the tip of my
throbbing  organ between her lips, and ran her tongue along
the bottom. Immediately it jerked in her hand and began to
spurt gobs of goo, first into her mouth, then onto her face
as she held it tightly.

When it finally stopped erupting, she looked up, smiled her
impish smile, and said, "Well, we're gonna have to teach
this monster a little patience if its gonna make a lady
happy."

Both of us had been so absorbed that we failed to hear
footsteps outside the sitting room door. One of us, I don't
remember which, became aware that we weren't alone.
Something caused me to turn toward the door, and when I did,
my blood froze. There, in the doorway, frozen in her tracks
with her mouth agape, was my spinster aunt. Before her
glassed over eyes was a sight the like of which she had
never seen in any of her 51 years. Me with a still partially
erect penis, firmly in the grip of Sandy, whose face, and
hair was covered , and whose lips were dripping, cum. We
stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, each
frozen into immobility.

Finally, the impasse was broken when the poor lady slumped
to the floor in a dead faint.

Sandy stood up at once, a look of horror on her stricken
face. She walked quickly toward the bathroom, pausing only
to motion me to help my aunt who was lying rather awkwardly
in the doorway. I stuffed my now flaccid organ onto my
shorts, pulled up the zipper, and walked over to auntie. I
reached down and gently laid her flat on the floor, my mind
racing, my heart pounding.

Sandy returned from the bathroom and looked at auntie on the
floor. "Jesus, what do we do now? Is she alright?"

I knelt down next to the supine lady, searching frantically
for some sign of life. To my imense relief, I could hear her
snoring gently, and see the rise and fall of her chest.

"Yea, I think she's ok." I said.

Sandy looked at me, and at auntie, and said, "Well, you
better get her to her room."

I nodded dumbly at her, and reached down to pick auntie up
off the floor. She was surprisingly light, and I picked her
up with little effort. I moved out into the hallway and
toward the guest bedroom in the front of the house. I
watched her face as I carried her. It was a young face for a
woman of 51. Auntie was not very tall, maybe 5'1", and she
was not heavy. I would call her matronly. Her short black
hair was sprinkled with grey. She had rather large breasts
for a woman her size, and I always had the impression that
they embarrassed her. She always wore "old lady" clothes to
hide her figure, and she was kind of a shy, quiet person.

I walked into the guest bedroom, and placed auntie on the
closest bed, placing her head gently on the pillow. I
attempted to straighten her clothing out, and I untied and
removed her shoes.

Sandy walked in right behind me, and I could see tears
streaking her face. "What do we do now?" she whispered to
herself.

I looked down at auntie, and only two possible conclusions
came to mind, she would wake up and kill us, or she would
tell my father and HE would kill us. Either way, we were
dead meat.

Sandy sobbed quietly, and I put my arm around her. She
heaved a sigh, and said, "Well, I guess tomorrow I'm gone,
one way or another. I think I'll go to bed."

She turned to leave, then paused, and said "Why don't you
get her under the covers, maybe she'll think it was all a
dream...", then she left.

I turned back to auntie, and thought about Sandy's advice.
Well, it wasn't much, but it was all we had.

Out of a peculiar sense of modesty, I reached over the bed
and turned out the light. The only light in the room came
from the hallway outside. I reached down and began to
unbutton aunties dress, praying that she would stay out
until I finished.  I freed all the buttons quickly, and as
gently as I could I removed her dress.
I walked over to her dresser, and fumbled for a nightgown. I
pulled out a granny type nightdress, and walked back to the
bed. Auntie was laying on her back, dressed in panties and
bra. For the first time I noticed just how large her breasts
were. They filled a pair of ample cups to overflowing. My
eyes moved down across her flat stomach to a pair of broad
matronly hips, and a pair of legs that were a whole lot
better than I thought they'd be. As I looked at her, I felt
a stirring, then I mentally admonished myself to stick to
the job at hand.

Gently I reached beneath her back and fumbled for the catch
of her bra. The damn thing was two inches wide, and must've
had 5 hooks on it. This was gonna be a two handed job! I
reached my other hand around her back to help, and finally I
got the damn thing loose. Gently I pulled the straps off her
arms, and her very large breasts came free. They were really
beautiful! Large, and soft, with huge dark nipples. As they
came free of the cups, they pillowed back on her chest like
great cushions. By this time I had an erection, and there
wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I was straddling
her on the bed, and I was conscious of my erection pushing
into aunties soft belly. And I wasn't the only thing that
was erect. The tips of her nipples were standing up like
soldiers on parade! "Unusual for a sleeping woman." I
thought. My eyes moved up to aunties face, and I let out an
audible gasp of surprise! Staring back at me were two very
wide open eyes!

Without a word she reached her arms up around my neck and
pulled my face down to hers. Her hungry lips pressed against
mine, and her tongue forced itself into my mouth. I
straightened my legs out and lay full length on her.
Effortlessly, her legs parted and her knees lifted up. Her
pelvis rocked up toward me, and she locked her feet behind
my thighs. With one hand I pushed my shorts down, and freed
my pulsating shaft. At the same time, her hand reached down
between our straining bodies and guided my cock toward her.
She used the head of my cock to push her soaked panties to
one side, and then giuded it toward her vagina. As it pushed
roughly past her lips and plunged inside her, she loosened
her liplock, and groaned in ecstasy.

Until my dying day I'll remember the exquisite feeling of
entering my first woman, and what a woman she was. She
started an orgasm when I was only halfway in, and her vulva
gripped my cock without mercy for a full minute, spasming
rhythmically despite the brutal, insistent thrusting of an
inexperienced 14 year old boy. With each spasm she mewed
gently, like a little cry mixed with joy and desperation. As
her spasming died, she gripped me fiercely with her arms and
legs, and heaved sobs. Her grip was so strong that it
quieted my desperate juvenile thrusting, and I sank my huge
cock deep into her liquid center, where she held it tightly,
and caressed it with the tiny muscles of her vagina. In a
short time she began a gently rocking of her hips, without
loosening her grip, pushing her clit into the base my rigid
cock. I could my orgasm rising, and I could feel hers at the
same time. In a lifetime of trying, I've never been able to
duplicate the feeling. After a minute or two of intense
feeling,  she began to come. As her vagina tightened around
my cock she literally sucked the cum out of my balls, and we
held each other in a death grip as we poured our life into
each other.

After the last spasm, our grips loosened, and we collapsed
into each other's arms. I manages to roll off her, and
promptly fell asleep. After a while, she woke me with a
nudge, and put her fingers to my lips to silence me.

"Your parent's car just entered the driveway" she whispered.

I rose from the bed, and fumbled for my shorts. I pulled
them on and moved quickly up the stairs to my room.



Chapter 4
Sis
(To be continued)
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--
 "Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
  As the flames rose to her Roman nose
  And her walkman started to melt"
			The Smiths




Chapter 4
Sis

The next morning I woke early and slipped down the stairs to
Sandy's room. I found her in bed, disheleved and red-eyed
from crying, and lack of sleep. I told her in some detail of
my encounter with auntie, and she was immensly relieved to
hear that "our little secret" would be safe from my father.
She asked me to tell my mother that she wasn't feeling
well...and it was obvious that she wasn't. I told her that I
would, and she snuggled back under the covers.

When I left Sandy's room, I headed down the stairs to the
kitchen, where I found my mother sitting at the breakfast
table with a cup of coffee. I gave her Sandy's news, and she
remarked that it wasn't a surprise, auntie was also feeling
unwell, and would be sleeping in. "I hope it isn't something
thats going around", she said glumly!

I stiffled an urge to giggle, and slipped out the back door.

I walked about a mile and a half to the sandlot field and
played ball for the balance of the morning. After several
hours the sky began to darken, and look threatening, so we
called of the pickup game, and a group of us began walking
together toward our little village center. About halfway
there, we bumped into my eldest sister and a group of her
girlfriends walking the other way.

I have to tell you about my sister. We called her "the
brat", and she deserved the name. She was always the best
student in the family, and the best behaved...sort of the
apple of my parents eye.She took great delight in reporting
any infractions of behavior by any of us to my parents, and
to my father in particular. I guess you could say we sort of
hated her.

This summer she had obviously changed from the tubby little
brat she had always been. She had slimmed down some,
although she was still a bit chubby, and her shape began to
assume some very interesting bulges, two of which made her
particularlly proud. Nevertheless, whatever nature had in
store for her, it didn't include improving her disposition.

My sister and her friends, of which there were two, were on
their way to another friends house about a block from where
we met them. At the moment of our meeting, the sky opened up
in one of those incredible summer downpours characteristic
of the midwest. We were almost instantly drenched to the
skin, and we all raced together toward the girlfriend's
house to seek shelter. We tumbled into the front door of the
house, and were greeted by the girl's mother, who hustled us
into different bathrooms to towel dry. We were all so soaked
that the best we could do was dry our heads and arms, and
sop what water we could from our clothes.

By now it had stopped raining, and my sister and I headed
home together for a change of clothes. As we walked along
the sidewalk toward home, we spoke little. Arriving at the
house, we each headed for our rooms to change.

The house was quiet. Sandy and auntie were evidently still
in bed, and there was no sign of anyone else around. I
quickly doffed my wet clothes, towelled off, pulled on a t-
shirt and a pair of shorts, gathered up my wet laundry and
headed for the basement laundry room.

As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I
glanced across the hall at the door to my sister's room,
which to my surprise was open. I stopped and moved quietly
across the hallway to the wall opposite, and peered around
the corner of the door into the room. There, sitting on the
bed facing away from me was my brat sister, clad only in a
pair of white cotton panties, and drying her hair with a
towel.

I pressed myself against the wall, held my breath, and
watched.

The vision on the bed certainly didn't look anything like
the the fat little troublemaker I had known all my life! The
shin of her back way a creamy white, and from the side I
could see the profile of a very substantial, firm breast,
the existence of which I had been totally unaware.

As I stood watching, she rose from the bed and walked over
to a dresser with a mirror against the wall. I could see her
reflection in the mirror, and the view confirmed the promise
of her profile. She indeed had a magnificent set of large,
firm, melon shaped breasts, tipped by two silver dollar
sized light brown nipples.
As she stood before the mirror, she bent down and removed
the panties, revealing an exquisite, if a bit chubby , rear
end.

I was absolutely mesmerized. She stood before the mirror
looking at herself for what seemed like hours, her arms at
her side, unmoving.

My poor cock strained against the fabric of my shorts, as if
wanting a peek himself. I was pressed against the wall, more
or less trapped, unable to move without revealing my
presence, not that I wanted to move!

After what seemed an eternity, she turned toward the door,
and my heart froze in my chest. There was absolutely no
chance that she wouldn't see me, and what she would see of
me, and my rampant erection, would leave few questions
unanswered. I knew that, before nightfall, she would tell my
father a crucifying tale of debauchery and lust about his
eldest son, and that after a miraculous deliverance only the
night before, I would be handed over for severe punishment
for an act of relative innocence.

As our eyes met, my heart sank further into my shoes, and I
stood leaning against the wall waiting for the first shreik
of violated innocence from the brat.

To my utter astonishment, she made no sound. She just stood
inside the door looking at me. Even more astonishing, she
made no attempt to cover herself up. She just stood there,
stark naked, looking.

Gradually, I became aware that she was no longer looking me
in the eye. Her gaze was directed at the bulge in my shorts,
which was undeniably immense. It dawned on me that she and I
were doing the same thing, only to each other. Neither of us
said a word for the longest time.

Suddenly she looked up and said in a very small, choked
voice, "Does that hurt?"

It took a minute for her words to register, and another
minute to reply in an equally choked voice, "What...No.."

She reached through the door and pulled me into her room,
quitely closing the door behind us. We stood facing each
other, she with her eyes on the pulsating bulge in my
shorts, and me looking in amazement at her proud, erect
nipples.

"Jeepers", she whispered, "can I look at it?"

I pushed my shorts down to set the monster free, and it
sprang up and toward her belly. She gasped, and drew back,
but only for an instant.

"It doesn' bite", I said.

She stared in amazement at the glowing glans pointed
directly toward her abdomen. A tiny bead of lubrication
forced itself out of the tip. She took the tip of her
forefinger and touched the glistening drop. As she pulled
her finger back, it formed a sticky ribbon stretching
between my throbbing penis and her fingertip. She placed the
end of her thumb against the tip of her finger and rubbed
the fluid around.

"It's slippery," she whispered," is this the stuff that
makes babies?".

"I dunno," I mumbled, "I don't think so".

"God", she whispered, "do men put that thing inside
women...it must be a foot long?"

She looked up at me, and said "I saw you one time, you
know....rubbing it. Does it really feel good?"

"Really...", I replied.

"When does the baby stuff come out?", she asked.

Any minute now, I thought to myself, but I gathered my
meagre wits about me and replied, "Well, you have to rub it
a little more for it to come out."

"Can you make it come so I can see it?", she asked. "My
friend Jeanie said there's a lot of it inside boys."

"What do you want to see it for?" I asked.

"None of my girlfriends have ever seen it." she replied. "I
won't tell anybody, I just wanna see it. Does it hurt when
it comes out?"

"No, it feels really good."

"Ok ", she replied, "so make it come out."

"Well, its almost ready to now, it just needs a little
help.", I said hopefully.

"What kind of help?", she asked.

"I have to rub it a little, but I can't do it with you here,
it's too embarrasing."

"Why not?", she whined softly, "will it come if I rub it?"

"Maybe", I said with as noncommital a voice as I could
muster.

"Show me how", she said.

With that I took her hand and wrapped it around the rock
hard shaft of my cock, gently moving it up and down the
length. After  three or four gentle strokes, I could feel
the explosion gathering in my balls.

"Here it comes", I whispered hoarsely as my cock pulsed in
her hand, sending ribbon after ribbon of hot sperm arching
toward her plumb belly.

As the first ribbon splashed warmly against her soft, white
flesh, she gasped and backed away. Two more jets of sperm
hit her as she backed up, one landing squarely in the valley
of her sweaty young breasts, and the other draping itself
across the top of her jet black hair.

She looked down her body in amazement as the sperm ran down
her flesh and into the black, curly triangle between her
ample, creamy thighs.

"Wow", she whispered, "its hot", then a stricken look
crossed her face.

"Can I get pregnant from this?, she asked frantically?

"No, no," I reassured her, "it has to be inside you to make
you pregnant."

"Are you sure"

"Absolutely", I replied.

"What a mess", she said. "You even shot my hair!"

"Well you asked for it", I said smugly. "Just jump in the
shower and wash it off."

"Okay", she said, "Why don't you come with me."

"Lead on", said I, somewhat winded, but still game.

Her bedroom shared a bath with the adjoining room, so the
two of us walked through the bathroom door. As she walked in
front of me, I watched her cute, plumb littls ass cheeks
bounce up and down. Carefully I closed and locked the doors
at each end. She turned on the shower, and stepped in,
beckoning me to follow.

I stripped off my shirt, and stepped into the shower stall
with her.

As the hot water ran down our bodies, washing away the
evidence of our little adventure, I let the warmth soak into
my skin. My sister reached for the bar of soap, and stood
facing me rubbing up a lather between her hands. When she
had a good lather worked up, she began rubbing her hands up
and down my front, gradually working lower and lower, until
she was lathering my balls, and cock. As her slippery hands
did their work, my manhood reacted by swelling once again.
As she felt it harden, she looked up at me and grinned.

I reached for the soap, and began gently massaging her firm,
ripe breasts. As my hands touched her, her eyes closed, and
her face grew serious. Gently. I turned her around and
pulled her back against my body. My hardening cock pressed
firmly between the cheeks of her ass, and she shivered
slightly. My soapy hands continued massaging her breasts,
and stomach, gradually moving toward the black triangle
between her legs. She moaned softly, and leaned back against
my chest.

As I reached my goal, I felt her legs part slightly, and her
breath quicken.

Gently I slipped two soapy fingers into the vee of her
thighs, and felt for her clit. When I could feel it between
my fingers, I began sliding them back and forth, softly
rolling her clit between them. Her hips began to thrust
gently, then more firmly, back against my soapy cock. As she
pushed back in a gentle rythym, the head of my cock pushed
in and out between the plump cheeks of her ass, gradually
pressing deeper, until the head was pressing against her
anus.

My left arm was wrapped around her shoulder, and with my
hand I massaged the tightly erect nipple of her right
breast.

As my hands massaged her, and my cock pressed insistently
against her butt, she began to whisper "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus"
over and over. Suddenly she took both of her hands and
pressed my hand tightly into her crotch, grinding it against
her pubis. She gasped, and spasmed once, twice, three times,
then went rigid, shivering, for a full minute. Then she went
so limp that I had to grab her to keep her from falling. I
lowered her slowly to the floor of the shower stall, and she
put her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her. She
held me tight against her until the water from the shower
head began to turn cold.

We fled wordlessly from the now cold shower stall, and
reached for towels to dry off.

We towelled dry, and I put on my clothes. She was still
naked as we walked back into her bedroom, and neither of us
had said a word.

As I walked into the bedroom, she turned and embraced me
strongly for a moment, then guided me toward the door, and
gently closed it behind me.

Not knowing quite what to think, i climbed the stairs to my
room, and threw myself across the bed, exhausted.


Chapter 5
The summer moves along.


That night I slept through dinner, and woke up the next
morning close to noon. Between my physical and emotional
exertions, I was thoroughly exhausted, physically and
mentally.

As I lay half awake that hot summer morning I knew that I
had dodged more bullets in the past forty eight hours than
some do in a lifetime. I felt that my luck was bound to run
out pretty soon, and I resolved to lay low (so to speak) for
a while, and to do my best to overcome the temptation which
was suddenly all around me.

I got up, showered, dressed, and fled the house without
seeing or talking to anyone. I headed downtown with no
specific intention in mind, except to avoid human female
contact to whatever degree possible.

As noon approached the morning warmth turned to waves of
heat surging up from the blacktop. I could feel my feet
burning through the rubber soles of my sneakers as I walked
along. My throat dried, my skin burned, and I longed for a
cool drink and a little dose of air conditioning. As I
approached town, I spotted the marquee of the local movie
theater, and ducked inside. I had about the price of a movie
and a cold drink, so I bought a ticket, and a large frosty
Cola, and settled in to watch the double feature.

The show wasn't very good, but the air conditioning was
delicious. Soon I drifted off to sleep. My exhausted body
and soul simply collapsed in the cool, darkened theater. It
wasn't until the house lights came up a couple of hours
later that the usher, a school buddy, gently shook me awake.

"Hey, man, you all right", he asked as I rose from the dead.
"Yea, I'm okay, just tired" I mumbled.

"I never figured to see you here alone in the afternoon", he
said, "what have you been up to?"

"Nothing, just bored", I replied, rising from the seat.

"Hey. you goin to the party tonite?" he asked.

"What party?", I asked sleepily.

"At the town campground tonight....some of the guys from
school...."

"Naw", I said, "You goin?"

"Yea...I got a bottle of whiskey from my dad's liquor
cabinet, and some of the other guys have some stuff..."

"Well, I don't think so...my folks are having a party tonite
and they want me to stick around..."

"Hey, too bad..." he said, "it oughta be a blast..."

"Yea, well, I'll seeya..." I said over my shoulder as I
headed toward the exit.

The incredibly hot afternoon air washed over me as I left
the cool theater lobby and headed for home.  The heat rose
in waves from the sidewalk, and I stepped onto the grass to
keep the soles of my sneakers from burning. I became aware
of a car approaching from the rear, and I glanced over my
shoulder at it. It was my mom's car, and Sandy was driving.

She came to a stop opposite me, and said, "Hey, we've been
looking for you, where've you been?"

"Oh, I went to a movie", I said.

"Well, get in, you've had everyone worried."

I climbed into the passenger side and we headed home.

"You really ought to let us know where you're going, you
know  Are you ok?"

"Yeah, fine", I said glumly, slumping into the seat.

"You don't look so fine", she said, "what's the matter?"

"Bored and hot, I guess." I said, "what's new with you?"

"Welllll, guess what.....I got a date tonite!" she said with
a grin.

"My heart rate picked up, and I asked, "A date...who with?"

"You'll never guess...", she said, her grin widening.

"C'mon...who..." I said impatiently.

"Jim", she said.

"Jim from next door?", I asked incredulously.

"Yup....I met him over the back fence yesterday, and he
asked me out tonite..."

A pang of jealousy stabbed at my stomach, but I quickly
stifled it.

"That's nice." I said laconically, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet, he said he wanted it to be a surprise."

"Well," I said, "have a good time".

By this time we were pulling into the driveway, and I jumped
out of the car and headed for the kitchen.

As I pulled open the back door, I could see Auntie at the
stove, her back to me. I hesitated for a fraction of a
second, then entered. As the door opened, Auntie turned and
saw me. Our eyes met for a second, then she turned away,
saying" Well, the lost is found. Supper is almost ready, get
yourself washed up. We're eating early tonight because of
the party."

"OK", I said, and headed up the stairs to my room.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, I returned to
the kitchen to find my younger siblings already seated at
the supper table. Only one seat was vacant, next to my
oldest sister. As I sat down, she turned and smiled at me,
then looked away.

Dinner proceeded uneventfully until dessert, when my father
came into the kitchen to lecture us on the good behavior he
expected from us tonite while the house was full of adult
guests. It was a vaguely threatening lecture which he
delivered on all such occasions, and he varied it only
slightly from one party to another.

As he stood at the opposite end of the table from me
speaking in his stern voice, I felt the pressure of a hand
high on my thigh. My blood turned to ice as I realized it
was sis. She didn't move a facial muscle, and I didn't dare
take my eyes off my father as he spoke. Nevertheless, her
hand sought, and found, my penis, and her fingers began to
stroke the head through my pants. Not so gradually, and not
surprisingly, it sprang to life under her touch. I was
absolutely frozen to the seat. My temples began to pound as
my heart raced. Her touch was terrifying and exciting all at
once.

I think I must have swayed in the chair a little, and it
caught my fathers attention. He looked directly at me, and
said "Are you listening to me, son"

At his words, her fingers quickened their stroking, and I
was conscious of a sheen of sweat on my forehead as I
stammered "Yessir..."

"All right", he said, apparently satisfied, and he turned to
leave.

As he walked away, she removed her hand, and quickly stood
up. "Let's help auntie with the dishes" she said, walking
away.

Honestly, I could have killed her. There I was with a raging
erection. There was absolutely no way I could stand up. I
fumbled with my fork, as if to finish the last few crumbs on
an empty plate, praying for the rod in my pants to recede
enough for me to beat a hasty retreat. Eventually it did,
and I fled upstairs to my room.

After sulking for an hour or so, I decided to head for the
basement to see what was on tv. On my way downstairs, I
could hear water running in the pipes as the adults showered
in preparation for the party. Since the event was being
catered, the first floor was a beehive of activity, as the
caterer set up the downstairs rooms. I decided to sneak a
look at the preparations before my father finished dressing
and came downstairs, so I headed for the front stairway.
About halfway down the hall I heard my father's voice
muffled through the closed door to his bedroom. I ducked
into my sister's room to be out of his sight if he left the
bedroom. After a moment, I could hear his voice again, and
it was obvious that he wasn't coming out right away. But
another sound made me stop. It was a funny sound, like a
squealing. A door, never used, connected my sister's room to
the master bedroom suite next door, and I pressed my ear to
the crack between the door and the frame. I could now hear
two sounds, a rhythmic little squeal, and a slapping noise.

Curiouser and curiouser! As quietly as possible, I turned
the knob on the door, and opened it a crack. As I peeked
into the tiny opening, I saw a sight that took my breath
away. My mother was on her hands and knees, stark naked, on
the edge of the bed. My father stood on the floor in back of
her, with his hands on her hips, rhythmically pulling her
backwards as he thrust his huge penis into her from behind.
As her buttocks impacted his hairy abdomen, she squealed
softly, and their flesh made the slapping noise that had
attracted my attention.

For several minutes his thrusts and her squeals were an
unchanging rhythm. Then his buttocks began to clench more
rapidly, and his thrusts became harder and faster. As the
speed of his thrusts became more desperate, her squeals
turned to grunts. The flesh of her buttocks rippled with
each violent impact, and her hands gripped the bedcovers.
Her face was clenched and her eyes were shut tight. Suddenly
her voice rose above the other noises. "Oh...Oh....Oh", she
repeated over and over, each two letter word accompanying an
exhale forced out of her lungs by the ferocious impact from
behind.  Her arms collapsed, and her shoulders fell to the
bed. My father began to grunt as he pistoned his cock faster
and faster. Finally he groaned, and reached for his cock
with his right hand, pulling it from her glistening cunt and
stroking it rapidly over the crack of her ass. "Oh
shit...I'm cumming..." he groaned, as white jets spewed from
the huge purplish tip of his cock, splattering  my mothers
white back. Three. four, five white arcs, then a dribble
dripping wetly onto the crack of mother's upturned ass.

Father sat heavily down on the bed, still gripping his huge
organ, while mother collapsed forward onto her belly, her
back a mess of wet cum.

My own cock unnoticed in the excitement, pushed strongly
against its confinement. I gently closed the door as quietly
as possible, and leaned against the wall to regain my
composure. So riveted had I been with the scene before me,
that I was unaware that someone else had entered the room.
As I leaned heavily against the wall, I heard a slight
movement behind me, and turned to see sis standing there
watching me, as I had been watching my parents.

"How long have you been there?" I whispered.

"Long enough", she said, smiling wryly. "They do that all
the time, you know."

"Really, do you watch?", I asked.

"Sure I do, and it makes me hot to. It looks like you could
use some help."

With that, she knelt down in front of me and quickly pulled
my shorts down far enough to liberate my swollen cock. It
leaped toward her face, and she grabbed it quickly, and
began rubbing her hand up and down the rock hard shaft.
After a minute she moved her lips to the tip of the glans,
and she stuck out her pink little tongue and rubbed it
against the underside. As soon as I felt the abrasive
surface of her tongue on the underside of my penis, I came
like a firehose, sending a stream of sticky hot cum into her
open mouth.

She coughed and choked as I continued to spurt all over her
face and hair. I was terrified that the sound of her
coughing would attract attention, so I grabbed her and
pulled us both down between her twin beds, trying
desperately to muffle the sound. Gradually her choking
turned to giggling, and she looked up at me.

"Sorry", she whispered, "you just surprised me."

"Okay", I whispered back, "just keep it down...I'm gonna get
out of here before someone finds us, for Christ's sake get
cleaned up..."

With that I hiked up my shorts, and snuck from her room. As
I moved toward the third floor stairs, I heard the doorbell
announce the arrival of the first guests.

About an hour later, I walked to the basement via the back
stairway, and settled in front of the tv. Gradually the
noise from the main floor grew into a muffled din as more
and more guests arrived. I had heard my mother tell the
caterer to expect 40 or 50 guests, and it sounded like there
had been few no-shows.

The basement was paneled in a dark wood, and the only light
came from the tv set, and a small 40 watt bulb in a table
lamp. As I sat on the sofa watching a program, I heard the
door at the top of the stairs opening. For an instant the
party noise became louder, then quieted down as whoever it
was closed the door behind them.

I have to explain about these parties. They were generally a
mix of friends and / or business associates of my father's,
and I HATED them. Every guest, and especially his
subordinates at work, felt an obligation to dote over the
kids. I would rather walk across hot coals that be "doted"
over, so when I heard the door opening, my first thought was
flight. There was no way I could make it to the back
basement stairs without being seen, but there was a small
closet beneath the front stairs only a few feet from where I
sat on the sofa.
Without thinking, I ducked quickly into the closet, closing
the door quietly behind me.

This closet door was slatted like a venetian blind to allow
ventilation, and it easily admitted sounds, and offered a
good view of the tv room, if I stood on my tiptoes and
looked down thru the slats.

I ascertained quickly from the sounds descending the
stairway that the intruders were a couple, a man and a
woman. As they came down the stairs, I could hear them
whisper, and hear her giggle, although I couldn't quite hear
what they were saying.

As I watched, the man looked quickly around the room, then
returned to the woman who had waited at the foot of the
stairs. They whispered together, but apart from a couple of
nervous sounding giggles from the woman, I couldn't make out
what they were saying. Suddenly they moved directly in front
of the door, and for a panicky instant I thought they were
going to join me. But they stopped and embraced only inches
from where I stood. Now I could hear every word they
whispered.

"Now", he whispered.

"Are you sure no one's hear" she whispered back.

"Yes, dammit, c'mon..." he panted.

Her party dress rustled as she dropped quickly to her knees
in front of him. I could see his hand fumbling with his
zipper. Suddenly, only inches away, I saw his erect penis
spring from his pants. It was big, uncircumcised, and erect.

Quickly she pulled back the foreskin by wrapping her hand
around the shaft and pushing down. Then she pushed her lips
against the swollen tip and began inserting it slowly into
her mouth. Incredibly the entire organ gradually disappeared
into her mouth! I can't imagine how it fit, but honest to
God her lips almost reached the bottom of the shaft before
she began to withdraw it.

The guy groaned with delight as she slid her red lips up and
down the shaft.

"Oh, God", he groaned, "that's it baby", as he rocked his
hips gently back and forth to the rhythm of her sucking.

She made no sound as she slid up and down the swollen
member. Suddenly I could see him stiffen, and he gasped as
his cock pulsed between her lips.

Not a damn drop escaped her...she swallowed his entire load
without a sound!

When he finished shuddering and bucking in her mouth, she
removed his cock, and wiped it with a little white hanky she
got from God knows where.

Quietly he shoved his organ back into his pants, and pulled
the zipper up. As she stood, she whispered to him, "Okay,
that's my end of the deal..."

He said nothing, and the two of them walked back up the
stairs to the party, leaving me in a highly aroused state in
my little closet.

After a few minutes, I opened the closet door, and made my
way back to the couch.

After a couple of hours more, I could hear the front door
opening and closing as the guests began to drift home, and
the din of the party chatter gradually died down.

When it was relatively silent, I stole up the stairs for a
look around. The guests were gone and my mother was slumped
into an armchair looking exhausted as the caterers cleaned
up the party debris.

"How'd it go", I inquired.

"Fine," she answered tiredly, "but I'm getting too old for
this".

"Not that I can see, you're not" I thought, recalling my
last view of her matronly ass firmly skewered on a huge
cock.

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"Oh, he went to bed" she said, "And I'm going to be right
behind, as soon as this mess gets cleaned up"

The caterers had the house pulled together in no time, and
mother retired shortly thereafter.

I dropped into one of the overstuffed armchairs in the den
to contemplate another day of rich experiences, and promptly
fell asleep.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but I woke up to
automobile headlights flashing through the windows of the
den as a car pulled into our driveway.

"Who could that be", I wondered, as I rose from the chair.

I walked to the window, and I recognized our neighbor's car.

Sandy was returning from her date.
The headlights turned off, and I waited for the sound of the
back door as Sandy came in. Some time passed without the
door opening, or the headlights coming back on, and I became
curious. I walked out through the kitchen to the inside
entrance to the garage. I walked through the garage to the
one of the car entrances, and peered through a window at the
top of the door.

Outside, I could see the car pulled up close to the door. I
could also see the driver seated behind the wheel, but the
passenger side seemed empty. Then as my eyes became
accustomed to the dark, I saw something else...a little head
bouncing up and down at approximately the location of the
driver's lap!

"Well", I thought, "I guess she's kissing him goodnight!"
The thought amused me so much that I began laughing
uncontrollably, but as quietly as I could manage.

Not wanting to be caught in the headlights at the conclusion
of there good-bye, I removed myself to the kitchen, and sat
at the dinette.

About 10 minutes later the kitchen door opened, and Sandy
walked in. She greeted me with a smile, and I smiled back,
and asked her how the evening went.

"Okay", she said. "He's a nice guy, but not exactly my cup
of tea."

"Jesus", I replied, "you'd never know it from how you said
goodnight."

She stopped in her tracks, and grinned at me. "You little
minx...you were watching!" she exclaimed.

"Well, sort of.." I replied.

She looked at me for a minute, then said, "Come upstairs
while I change. There's something I think you should know
about me."

I followed her up the stairs to her sitting room, then
waited while she changed into a teddy and robe.

After a few minutes, she came out and sat down next to me on
the chaise.

"You know, I grew up in a house full of boys", she began,
"and sometimes I think I'm about half boy myself."

"Not from here", I thought, looking at the long, firm legs
peeking out from the bottom of her teddy.

I didn't express myself, however, and she continued talking.

"My brothers went through all of the growing up stuff that
you're going through, and I kind of went through some of it
with them. I've seen lots of naked boys, and I understand
about the strains of male adolescence. To me, a male
erection is a beautiful, and a natural thing, whether it's
yours, or my brothers, or anyone else's. These strong
feelings you have are natural, wonderful things, and I enjoy
sharing some of them with you. It's kind of a privilege to
share something so private with someone else. I think you're
beautiful, and I think your strong, young body is beautiful.
I like to look at it, and I feel privileged that you've
shared some of your feelings, physical and emotional, with
me. Girls go through something very similar, and for all of
us it's a wonderful, frightening, awesome, once in a
lifetime experience.

I don't have many sexual hangups, as you can probably tell.
In fact, I only have two. I don't like to give or receive
pain, and I think you should only have sex with your
husband."

The last remark startled me, and she could tell from my body
language.

"Look, I didn't have sex in the car just now, and I didn't
have it with you, or with my brothers either, although I
have shared orgasms with all of you. Sex is about making
babies, and none of us were doing that with each other. If I
share a little of your coming of age with you, that's not
sex. What happened in the car just now wasn't sex either, it
was an act of kindness, of appreciation, even of intimacy
friend to friend. But I promise you I'm a virgin, and I will
be one on my marriage bed.."

I looked at her skeptically, and said, "How can you be so
promiscuous and still be a virgin? Someday somebody's gonna
jump you for sure. You offer too many opportunities."

"It isn't easy, I'll admit. I've had plenty of close calls,
but I know something about boys that most girls never learn
until it's too late."

"What's the big secret?", I asked curiously.

"Well, I learned that the best way to keep a boiler from
exploding is to let off the steam. When it gets intense, if
I can get the hose to squirt the pressure's off."

I looked at her in astonishment.

"Don't look so surprised", she grinned.

"But don't some guys just want to get inside you?", I asked.

"Sure", she replied, "and there are some guys I really wan
to get inside me. But since I have several "entrances", so
to speak, and there is only one I need to protect, the
answer is obvious."

"Not so obvious", I replied.

"Look, the session in the car made me really hot", she said.
"And one of the guys I'd like inside is you."

I blushed, and felt my cock stiffening.

"Why don't we share another experience right now? I promise
you'll enjoy it, and I'll do all the work."

"Okay..." I replied.

With that she rose from the chaise and retreated to the
bathroom, returning a moment later with something in her
hand. She pushed me back on the chaise, and quickly pulled
my shorts off.

In a moment I felt her hand on my erect cock, and a moment
later her warm mouth.

After a minute she looked up and said "This fella doesn't
need much encouragement..."

Looking down I realized that she had expertly sheathed my
cock in a rubber without my even feeling it.

"But I thought..."I mumbled..

"Shhh" she said, as she climbed up and straddled me.

She gripped my rock hard shaft with her right hand , guided
me into the tight crack of her slim little ass, and grunted
a little as it began to slide into her anus.

"Wow, that's a big one." she whispered, as she ever so
slowly began to lower herself onto my shaft.

After penetrating an inch or so, she began to move slowly up
and down, only a little at first, but gradually taking a
little more with each downward movement. When I was mostly
inserted into her tight asshole, she lowered herself down
until her taught nipples grazed my chest. She had a
prominent little clit, and I could feel it  abrading gently
against the hair in my crotch. Her face was screwed up in
intense concentration as she moved gently along my shaft.

Her asshole was incredibly tight, and the sensation was
indescribably delicious. Her movements continued slow and
deliberate, and I didn't thrust upward for fear of hurting
her. I just let her do the work, and enjoyed the feeling.

Gradually her movements became more centered on area where
her clit rubbed against my pubic hair, and she rested her
chest on mine to allow her to move her hand down to her
crotch. As her head rested on my chest, I could feel the
movement of her body on mine, and smell the lovely scent of
her hair. It was as erotic an experience as I've ever had,
or ever was to have.

As she rubbed her clit, her movement became slightly more
sinuous and intense, and I could feel her hot breath on my
chest become more rapid. After a minute or so she whispered
"I'm going to cum.....ohhh yes, ohhh yes...ohhh yes" for
what seemed an eternity. As she whispered in ecstasy, her
body shivered over and over, and her sphincter tightened
spasmodically around my cock until it became uncomfortable.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out and interrupting her
orgasm, and gradually her sphincter loosened and she relaxed
her body against mine. We lay together, soaked in sweat and
locked together in intimacy. My cock stayed hard, buried
deep in her ass, and soon I could feel her move again gently
up and down its length.
As she moved she whispered to me softly, "See, you're inside
me, deep inside me, and I love it, I want you to stay inside
me forever, I love you so much, you're so beautiful. I love
your hard young cock. I want to feel it explode inside me.
Oh, make it come..."

As she spoke, and moved gently I felt my orgasm welling up
from somewhere deep inside, moving inexorably toward the tip
of my cock, as if she had reached inside me and was pulling
it out. My cock pulsed helplessly in the strong, firm grip
of her ass. I poured myself into her, one hot pulse after
another until I was completely drained. We lay, locked
together, bathed in sweat, as my cock went limp and slowly
was expelled from her asshole.

We fell asleep in each other's arms until the first rays of
dawn peeked into her sitting room window.

