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My Dancing With a Star Part 1
Here is how life really goes. We work all week, then the office building employees all go to this local club every Friday night. The guys and gals of our company hang around, have a few drinks, maybe dance, and then we all go home. Me sometimes with Greg. Same people there, same routine every Friday night. Really the only new mber to our group the past 2 years is Joe, and he is a supervisor just above us. At first we resented him. He was hired over any one of us, brought in from outside.
It turned out he was a really nice guy. The guys all really like him. They say he is really athletic but to me I can't see it. He looks average in every way. I'm almost 5'6" and Joe is too short for me, probably less than 5'9". He is just not my type and I never got to know him. Also being older and in management worked against us. He basically hangs out with the guys. I can tell they have some sort of admiration and respect towards him. I never got one hint that he flirts with any woman. My friend Sally works under Joe and says he is the nicest guy. Maybe the over 40 crowd has the hots for him.
This will be a typical Friday night. I leave with Greg we have great sex. By the way, Greg does have the equipment women dream about. Besides little passion and love, one other thing irks me about Greg. Though he is a nice guy, he has no staying power. After he climaxes he leaves me hanging. I mean I have no complaint up to that time.
Bluntly, my life sucks. Do my attractive looks turn nice guys away? They won't even ask me to dance or engage in conversation. Is Greg's presence deterring guys from approaching me? Is my aim too high? No guy can match my criteria? It's probably all of the above. The office girls envy me I going out with the office hunk. It works out for Greg that guys envy him for going out with me. Other than occasional sex with him, life has no excitement or fun. Greg is a friend and sex partner. He accompanies me to outings. We always get 'What a nice couple!' or 'Greg is so handsome, you lucky girl!'
Every wedding there is always a couple that really knows dance, Unfortunately as athletic looking as Greg is, he really can't dance. I'm left just moving like him. Just once I would like to have a partner that can dance. I love dancing. It goes back to the many years I took ballet lessons.
Sally and I live in the same town south of Boston. We occasionally go to clubs together and hang out together. She is my best friend. One night we got to talking about our life situations and decided to go to a different club, where there is a large dance floor and maybe get asked to dance. It's in the next town a short drive. We arrive at the club and right away I noticed we were not dressed formal enough.
Sally still wants to go in have a drink or two and scope it out. The crowd is a bit older than us and much more formal. Guys have Italian silk shirts on and the dancing is quite good. Problem is woman out number men. All of the better single guys dancing have their ticket filled early. We do not have the best vantage point in the Connor by the bar, but there is one guy that really stands out, not only as a dancer, but that silk flaming red shirt and those tight black pants really fit him well. He looked so athletic and sexy. It was a joy to watch him dance. He was not a big guy maybe 5'9 but boy could he dance and so sultry and sexy.
Sally is urging me to a go over there and ask him to dance. I can't.
"You will be sorry when he dances with me." Sally winks.
Sally too is quite attractive, a couple inches shorter than me. She makes a bee line right over to him. They have a conversation then they move to the dance floor. Sally is an ok dancer, but I'm a lot better. The way this guy leads her it makes her look fabulous dancing. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves carrying on a conversation, like they were friends. Finally they sit down and Sally comes over.
"I want you to meet someone." she says, practically dragging me to the table. "Joe, this is Janice."
It took a second. I never saw Joe dressed like this, for it to hit home. Sally was smiling at my surprise and discomfort. Joe looked sexy. He looked sizzling hot. I could not believe it was the same Joe from the office.
"Have a seat, Janice." he said in a smooth low voice.
I kept looking at him in disbelief. Finally he spoke to me and snapped me out of my dumbfound state.
"Well Janice, what brings you here?"
"Joe, I was hoping to find someone to dance with. I love to Dance but never get the chance at the other Club." I said, my eyes locked onto his.
The next song starts. Ever so lightly he offers me his hand to join him on the dance floor, such a light touch. The song was more a Tango rhythm and I knew how to dance to it. Joe made it so easy for me to follow him. God! He moved so gracefully so sexy sultry, and I could not get over how good he looked. He was so much better a dancer than I; he made me appear better than I am.
He swept me towards him as the dance ended, bowed me over and kissed me ooooh soooo sultry like it was part of the dance. But I felt it was a bit more. Meanwhile I could not take my eyes off that sexy guy. Joe and I returned back to the table. Joe is beaming telling me how good a dancer I am. We danced again, this time he told me he was looking for a dance partner for a contest he wanted to enter.
"Would you be interested? We would have to practice, but I think you have what it takes. You don't have to give me an answer tonight, think about it. It will take quite a lot of practice to learn each other strengths and weaknesses to develop our movements. It will be fun, but it will be quite some work and hours of practice. I want you to know what you may get into first" he talked excitedly.
"Tonight, lets just dance you Sally and I and have fun." he grinned.
He danced with Sally next. I watched him and realized the guys were right, not only graceful but really athletic. I also missed what a sexy toned body he has. I'm a bit overwhelmed about him asking me to be his dance partner. I'm not that good but he makes anyone look good
As we talked at the table, he was so nice, so pleasant to talk to. He really has a nice smile. We had common topic at the office and common friends, conversation flowed so easily so naturally. Time flew by and I knew from the band we were near the end of the last set as I joined Joe on the floor. This dance had a lot of body contact and bracing during it. He pressed hips and me in grinded into me, so sexy, so sultry, so seductively. I felt his hardness, immediately my panties were wet. I could not believe how hot he made me. When we reached the table people were leaving. I wished the night would not end for the first time. I was really having fun.
"You girls want to have a night cap at my house? It's only a couple of miles away and if you get too tipsy I'll drive you home" Joe piped up.
Sally was enjoying the night and her look said it all. We followed Joe to his home. He had an average neighborhood home, but it was nice. When we entered I noticed all the photos of Joe in baseball uniforms. The one the really stuck out was the Red Sox one.
"Joe did you play for the Red Sox?" I asked
"Well I did about 15 games a couple of years during Septber call-ups." he replied modestly.
The guys said he was a good athlete but I had no idea he was a pro. And a former Sox player to boot. There were trophies, autographs, pictures, and baseball memorabilia all over the home tastefully located. The guys always talked about him on the softball team, but I really never paid attention. For two years, I never even gave Joe a second look, not my type, too short. He was always on the fringe with us girls. Well, we had some drinks and continued conversations, talking about dancing.
Joe came up to me while Sally visited the ladies room.
"I meant it. I think we could be good dance partners. I know you have what it takes I saw it I really enjoyed dancing with you it was a pleasure" he sided up to me.
"Thanks. We really had too many drinks to drive, Joe" I said trying not to sound too tipsy.
"I can't drive either, Janice. But there are 2 extra bedrooms and you are welcome to stay over." he offered.
In the morning, we woke to the smell of coffee and a real pleasant smile from Joe. Joe slipped me note on the way out. When you get home please call me. I think we have more to talk about.
I could not wait to get home. I called Joe.
"Janice, I want to spend the day with you. I want to do something where we can just have some fun. Want to go to the beach or tell me what you like to do? I felt the electricity and connection we made last night"
"Joe, do you bike ride? What if we bike ride the Cape Cod Canal to Scusset Beach. I have a rack for two on my car" I offered.
"I don't have a bike what about roller blades?" he replied.
"Joe, I don't have roller blades" I said, trying to think of something quickly.
"Ok, how about this. Give me your address. I'll be there in an hour and figure out what we want to do."
I have not felt this kind of excite ment in a long time, then I got to thinking let's just go to the beach, I'd like to see what Joe looks like with just a bathing suit.
We went to Horseneck beach, rolled out a blanket, and had a wonderful conversation. He was so easy to be with. I was so comfortable around him. He told me about his career ending injury sliding into second base. He told me he was good enough to be an everyday player in the pros but the teams and organizations he was part of had allstars ahead of him in his position. Had he been in another organization he would have been. Then he asked me how I learned to dance I told him I took years of ballet.
"There is more to it than that. You must have played high school sports." he said, looking at me.
"I played field hockey and softball" I smiled.
"I knew it! That explains your athleticism. How did you get into Business administration, I mean there aren't many woman in your line of work? he quizzed.
"My father was a CPA and told me the business field was wide open for women. I am decent in math so I graduated college with a BA in business. I know I was probably hired for eye candy, but I busted my ass to get where I am now." I said, proud of my accomplishments.
"Janice, I have to ask, what is between you and Greg?" he asked, moving closer to me.
"Greg and I are friends that like the action between the sheets. The office thinks we are an item. It's a facade, there is no love. Its like we use each other to relieve our sexual tensions. Joe let's keep it that way for now. Honestly Joe my life sucks, there is no excitement. I wish Greg took me out on dates or to the beach. Last night was the most fun I've had in a long time and thanks. I hope this not our only time doing things together." Joe smiles at me, then says "We have the rest of the day to make plans and get to know each other."
Then he went down to the water. My mind was racing. I liked the way he showed interest in me, Even his complementary way of asking me, how he asked questions drawing it out. I must admit I fell really comfortable around Joe. What really hit home was his willingness to plan activities with me. Sally was right. He is really nice, a real gentleman.
I did not miss watching Joe walk to the water. With his shirt off I got to see what I never saw before, a finely tuned body and a superb ass. I was not the only woman admiring the scenery. He even walked and carried himself like a pro athlete. I can't believe I was so blinded I missed it.
When he got back we rubed sun tan lotion on each other's back. I loved the way he worked it into mine. I loved him touching my body. Later we frolicked in the water and surf. It was not an earth shattering day, but just what I needed. I had fun, a lot better than sitting around home. I can't rber when I had fun like this yet it was so simple. In a way, I did not want it to end. There was an attraction drawing me towards Joe.
On the ride home, he planted more seeds of hope.
"Well Janice, start making plans for next weekend, hiking, bike riding, tell me what you want to do. Let's just enjoy each other and have some fun. I will not pressure you about dancing. You have to want it yourself. If not, we still can go dancing next weekend." he said, smiling at me.
I was deep in thought. Really I did not think I was good enough dancer, but I liked the idea of practicing with him.
"Hey Joe, how old are you?" I shot at him.
"Thirty-one, why am I too old for you? If you want, you can call me gramps!" he chuckled.
That's the first time I saw his sense of humor. It made me laugh. When we reached my house there is always the awkward moment.
"Joe, let's practice dancing even if I'm not good enough. I'd like to try, plus I too want to think we get together beyond this." I offered.
Before he could give me an answer I kissed him I hugged him kissed him harder, then broke away.
"Joe, I had a wonderful time last night and today" I said turning away.
I can't believe I did not invite him in, but it was so awkward. I did not know if I was ready for what could come next. I had my best night sleep and the most pleasant dreams in a long time. Monday at work it was business as usual. I did not really see Joe. Tuesday morning there was a box on my desk and a note from a secret admirer. I opened the box and found roller blades. Next day a flower with a note thinking about you. God! How I like surprises and the feeling of being romanced. It did not take too long before Greg ask me about the yellow rose.
"Can we talk after work?" he asked.
I worried about that night with Greg all day long.
"Honestly Janice, I always felt something was missing between us, You are a real nice person, but we are missing a connection. It might be me. I'm not ready for what you want and need. I hope your new lucky guy knows how special you are. I want you to know, go for it if he is right for you." he said.
"Well Greg, he really is a nice guy, just like you. Its too early to tell where it might go. I met him dancing at a club last Sarturday." I smiled.
We kissed and parted. I turned around and told him there will be one lucky girl for you someday. We both smiled.
That evening Joe called. "How about we start some practicing tomorrow night, if you want, we can have a cook out first. Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to drive?"
"Joe, I'll drive. A cookout sounds great! I'll be there early, we can talk and enjoy dinner together." I grinned.
I have to admit I was a little turned on even before I arrived. Too many dreams about what could happen. During dinner, Joe brings up this concern about us dancing.
"Janice, I have been thinking about us dancing... might not be a good idea. It will be extremely hard to dance with you and not get turned on. There will be sultry seductive body contact. I'd like to practice a tango. When done right, it is a dance where couples fall in love. It meant to be seductive sultry and sexy.
"You have a thing with Greg, and as much a gentleman I can be, it may just be too hard for me to concentrate on just dancing. If we keep seeing one another, these feelings will build until they explode. I have to tell you I observed you from afar at the cub after work. I just can't figure you and Greg out. He is always looking and so are you. I do not want or need tension at work between me and Greg. I do think we have that potential to be complementary dance partners, but along the way I know I will want it to be more than that.
"Janice, one of the reasons I ask you to partner with me is that you are a perfect complement to me. Athletic, sexy, but you have the nicest legs just built for dancing to be exposed and admired. I have been wrestling with thoughts for a couple of days. There is a connection, a certain electricy that flow between us, that will lead to us being more involved."
Dinner and wine were nice, then we went in the living room to practice. He suggested we practice a tango. First, we walk through steps, then to music. Joe has this well fitted shirt on , he really looks good, sexy. As the dance progresses, there is a lot of body contact. We take a break. Joe tells me to sell the dance tango is a dance of love between partners. Its more than the dance, but the way the two approach each other making loving eye contact facial expression. We resume dancing. I feel an intensity in Joe's dancing, our bodies meet so sultry and gracefully I feel his hardness grind so sultry into my pelvic area. If he is trying to get me going he is succeeding. I can't believe how sexy he is and how good he dances. He is dancing into my heart. His smile is constant causing me to smile back. We do not have to fake love dancing, it is there. We take a break.
"Janice, it is so hard to dance with you and control all my body parts. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable." he spoke anxiously. He got so turned on he took my hand and placed it on his hardness and guided her up and down it.
"You see Janice, we have a problem. I can't hide it and I do not want to be barrasing you while dancing."
"You know what?" I offered. "I got an idea. Lets go shopping tomorrow night. I'll help you pick out a dance outfit and we'll go to a sporting goods store and get an athletic supporter. I just hope they have large sizes" I grinned.
We had a glass of wine and practiced more. At the end of the dancing. he bent me over and kissed me saying, "Here is another area we could use more practice"
Something got into me as I sought out his lips. I held him grind my body into him. Our tongues explored each others and electrical sensations rippled threw my body in delight. I forgot how sensual kissing could be. Or was my attraction towards Joe increasing? Finally Joe broke it off.
"Janice, no more practice tonight, I won't be the perfect gentleman. I"ll see you tomorrow to go shopping. I must be a glutton for punishment, clothes shopping with a woman!" he laughed, as wise ass smile breaks out on his face.
"After shopping lets dance a bit with your outfit on. By the way, Sally is invited to join us Saturday. I have a friend she might find attractive and he loves to dance My only promise from you is not to stare at him the entire time. He is more attractive than I."
I pick up the Cell phone.
"Sally, you still awake? Can I stop by? I have to tell you something. I know its late but I can't wait."
I fill Sally in on what is happening between Joe and I. I tell her about practicing for a dance contest Then I told her about his hard shaft problem.
She smiled. "You mean you did not offer to relieve him?"
"Sally, it's different with Joe. I'm still trying to figure him out. Sally, how did I miss so much? At the beach in just trunks Joe has a fantastic athletic body and a very nice ass." I gushed. Sally smiled again. "I have noticed that too, but I work too close to him to mix business and pleasure. Plus, he keeps it professional at all times. He never indicated he was interested. I bet your finding out what a nice guy he is."
"Oh, I've had some dreams about Joe" I added. "Well Sally, I have some good news. Joe asked me if you can join us dancing Saturday night. He has a friend that enjoys dancing. According to Joe, he is quite attractive. He made me promise not to stare at him all the time. Sally I never had this much fun with a guy."
"Janice I must tell you, Joe is quite intelligent. You may not see it at first but working day after day it surfaces. There is a reason our division is the most successful in the company. It Joe. Never seen a person look at situations and figure out solutions like him. Even the way he shifted the worker around putting them in positions that they were able to succeed. Let me tell another thing, He anticipates and sizes up situations and what people are thinking around him better than anyone, I know. Knowing him, he has made plans for well into the future."
"I'd say you are one lucky girl" Sally sighed.
"Sally, he has almost avoided me sexually. What's with that? My whole life my problem was keeping guys out of my pants" I said.
"Joe is probably planning for it to occur the perfect moment. Did it occur to you he wants you to feel it is right and natural not rushed. Maybe he is waiting to see if you are falling in love with him first. He is not Greg. I also think when the time comes it will be right and it will further bond your relationship. I think he is looking for more than sex" Sally smiled. "I think he wants to feel love. If it were just sex, we would not be having this discussion. You would be under his sheets now. I know how he thinks. I know he is planning it out. You realize he is wondering the same things as you are gagging, wondering if you are special enough for him and he is the same for you. Did you see all the women at the club the other night? Everyone of them had the stare and desire for Joe. He could have left accompied with any one or a dozen, He is looking for someone special wondering if it is you.
"Joe is a special guy, the type of guy if he asked me tomorrow I would not hesitate saying I do. I have a crush on him. He knows it, he is a flirt. He teases me to make coming to work so easy. His first day at work he told me he needed me to help him. He includes me in his decision-making. Hey I'm his secretary, I work with him everyday. I know him better than anyone. Do you know how we got the Mazda account? Joe presented his ideas with the rest of the execs; Mazda was playing us off on another advertising agency. Joe told the Mazda rep there is more to Sketches and Ideas; you are hiring a company being trusted to represent your image. He did research knew the Mazda Exec loved playing golf. He made this incredible bold move, taking the rest of the day off and going golfing with the Mazda exec Next day Mazda was in the fold.
"The bosses were so impressed they gave him a huge bonus, which he shared with me. Later, he told me how he got to the Mazda exec as they played golf he actually gave his golfing tips to improve his game/ His final tip was in putting. telling him you have to vision the putt going in the hole. I guess he explained that the exec's stroke did not follow through to the hole and showed him. After the exec started making puts and gained confidence in his putting stroke Joe looked at him and said, 'I promise you I will handle your account in the same professionalism and details'. Then he looked at the Mazda exec. Then again, 'If I don't bring home your account, I am probably fired. I did not have permission to go golfing. I made that bold move to let you gain a comfort zone with who would be handling your account.' Joe also knew he was a baseball fanatic and told him of his playing days at the club house. Janice, don't tell anyone about this.
"Sally, what does Joe like to do when not working?"
"He likes to fish both fresh water and salt water. He owns a small pull behind camper he uses to stay overnight fishing. That's why he drives the Toyota pickup, that and trips to the lumberyard. He is quite good at home improvements. The house he bought was a mess, he remodeled it. As a teenager he worked for a remodeling company. He is a huge baseball fan and just as much a hockey and football. He once told me, he was good enough to play pro hockey, but chose baseball. Told me when he was drafted and signed a bonus, that summer he used his bonus money to remodel his parent's home. He is humble and does not brag about himself, you have to draw it out of him. Even when he joined the company softball team, he waited his turn; he did not want to replace a regular. That changed after his first at bat. The guys said they never saw a ball hit that hard.
"Finally someone figured out he was an ex-pro player. That's his common bond with the guys that and I guess he is quite good at golf. Oh I have caught his lingering stares as you passed by, I even teased him about it, He laughs it off, I'm not ready for the rocker yet, might a well enjoy the view. Oh, he did inquire about you time to time but quickly dismissed it almost like a passing interest. He knew you looked through him like he was not there. I knew something was going on in his life the past couple of days he was smiling more. His energy level was higher. Till now I did not know who it was. Hey look, I'd gladly trade places with you."
When I left Sally's, my mind was spinning. Everything she told me about Joe drew me in to wanting being with Joe more and more. There was a growing warm spot in my heart. So far this has been the most exciting week of my life. It was refreshing to be romanced, his approach of winning his way into my heart. I did not worry about the rest of my body, it was already sexually charged. I still have that feeling of his shaft of steel imbedded in my mind. It was only a matter of time before it invaded my body. My whole body craved its entrance another thing was different; It was me wanting to get into his pants. Ooooh the erotic dreams I had thinking about that. I was waking up supercharged thinking about what the next day had in store for me. Joe was a constant thought in my mind and I liked the way I felt. God! Is Joe one sexy looking dude.
Temptation
Sometimes resisting temptation is easier said than done.
Mmmm, today was a good day. I was sitting at work fantasizing about the sexiest man that had to be alive, in my world anyway. I finally spoke to him on the way home last night…and that was all she wrote.
This man was godly; almost too good to be true. He had a nice and tight body with a smile that could kill. And you know what, he fucked me so good last night, I almost lost sight of who I was. Shit, how does one lose sight of who they are? Easy, when you do some shit you normally wouldn’t do without even thinking about it.
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Straight to the point….all I know is that when I got off work yesterday, I stopped to the store for my usual bottle of merlot. Fifteen minutes later, I was at home bent over my sofa with a fit-for-my-pussy dick inside of me. I’m almost certain that my neighbors heard my moans and demands to fuck me harder, as the sofa is conveniently positioned close to the main foyer of my two-level condo.
Damn, I can’t rber being so wet before. Was it the physical attraction, the little game of cat-and-mouse, or the inward and outward thrust of what felt to be the best dick ever? I’ll need to change my panties soon, cuz I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
If the sofa action wasn’t enough, I almost forgot being on my knees for what seemed like 3 minutes, before the eruption of warmth and wetness hit my face. I slightly opened my mouth hoping to feel his pleasures on my tongue, but that’s when I felt a tongue instead, kissing me passionately as if this were a last kiss.
He gently grabed my face, and while nibling on my ear whispered, “I’m not done.” I came for the fifth time.
He pulled me close. Put each of my breasts in his mouth and carefully examined both with his tongue. I almost lost it…wanting him inside me again. His tongue then trailed down to my clit, where he gently sucked and caressed his way inside of me. Undeniably, the best…never felt this way before. I almost got mad at how professional he was with his tongue, but I let it go. His hair was jet black and curly, with enough length for me to grab it and finger his curls while he ate my pussy like a pro.
I almost didn’t notice my secretary knocking at the door. I also didn’t realize that my skirt had been unfastened, in the midst of me fingering myself at the thought of last night’s rendezvous. I asked my secretary to give me a moment while I regrouped and got myself together.
My secretary acknowledged me once more and indicated that I had an important call waiting on the line for me. I automatically assumed that it was my afternoon conference call, which needless to say, I wasn’t really in the mood for.
While trying to clear my previous thoughts, I answered the phone and to my surprise it was Mr. Sexy himself. I couldn’t believe he actually called me at work. Was he crazy? After last night, we agreed that it wouldn’t be right for us to see each other again. In fact, we had an understanding that if we saw one another in the streets, we would simply act as if nothing happened.
If there was one thing I didn’t tolerate, it was drama! I didn’t bring drama to the workplace and I damn sure didn’t allow drama where I lay my head. Although I had an amazing time last night, the fact still remained that I broke one of my rules. After eye-fucking my neighbor for the past year, I finally broke the silence; told him how I felt, and now he’s got me at my desk masturbating!
Why is this so wrong? Reason number two is because he’s my neighbor; too close for comfort. But reason number one is because he’s a married man, and therefore should’ve been off limits. Did I mention he’s a happily married man? I was just that enticing last night, with my form-fitting dress and killer red stilettos.
So again, why was he calling? That’s simple. He wanted to see me again. He couldn’t stop thinking about me. Little did he know, I couldn’t stop thinking about him either. So now, it looks like all my rules have been tossed out the window.
When my secretary came back into my office and notified me that my conference call for the day had been rescheduled for next week, I decided to take the rest of the day off. Mr. Sexy had made it very clear that he wanted me again, and the feelings were mutual on my end.
With his wife out of town on business, shit could get pretty complicated.
My conscience was trying to get the best of me and I almost reconsidered; but on second thoughts, cheers to another bottle of merlot and a good fuck.
Game, Set and Match
A Tennis game that turned out to be Ace !
I had just started my second year at college doing my A-Levels, it was my last year. I was now 18. Whilst having a coffee in the canteen in the crowd i saw a girl I recognised from school just a year or so ago. When she saw me she smiled, Leanne her name was.
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'Hello Leanne" I said
Leanne had just started a course just a matter of a few weeks ago, she was at the same school as mine for 5 years, she was in the same year and at times even the same class so it was nice to have someone from my secondary school at college even though I had made plenty of friends by now. Leanne was a nice looking girl, a lot of the lads fancied her, she had blonde hair with black linings through. She had big blue eyes and fairly white skin.
During our sports lessons at school we used to play Tennis quite a lot. Leanne was a very good player, probably the best out of all the girls, and I was quite good too probably the best out of all the boys. We used to love playing Tennis against each other, we would play during our lessons, after school hours in the playground, and even meet up to play on a Saturday. So while we were chatting it was not long before we got on to the subject. I had not played for a long while and neither had Leanne, so i asked her if she fancied a game sometime, she immediately said
"Yes I'd love that, see if i can still beat you"
We arranged to meet at the courts on Friday evening around 6pm. It had been a nice warm day and even by evening the sun was out and it was nice. I got to the courts at about 5.45, all dressed up in my white shorts and Boris Becker T-shirt and with my bag of my Rackets and a few balls. I had a warm up on the court and then sat down on the bench as i waited for Leanne. I was just looking forward to a nice game with her and then go our own way home. Nothing else came across my mind about her, not even offering to take her out for a drink after, asking her out, let alone any kind of seduction or sex sessions.
A few moments later I saw a figure walking over this way, it was in all white with a red bag on her shoulder, as the figure got larger and larger I saw it was Leanne, she gave me a wave and started jogging once she got to within 50 yards of me. I kissed her on the cheek, boy she looked good.
'You really look like you've come out to beat me again' I said, she laughed out.
She was dressed for the occasion. Short white skirt that just about went below her arse, white loose T-shirt with a black headband around her tied hair, I would have been forgiven for mistaking her for Miss Sfeffi Graf ! My thoughts about having just a tennis game and going home to jerk off were soon transformed to playing a bit of tennis, jumping into a hot tub then a shower and having wild sex, all with Leanne.
From the moment Leanne served in the opening set she was going to win, not that she was a much better player than me, but my mind was on her and not the game, she was looking just so appealing, I'd like to think she looked better dressed like this, than if she was dressed for a night out. Still i did myself justice by making her serve out to win the first set and by the second set my concentration was all over the place that she won it easily 6-2. Leanne suggested we go and sit in the sheltered bench just over the other side and chill over a bottle of water. It was nice, cool, out of the sun and by now there was just us 2 around, all the other courts were empty.
I started the attraction with her by offering her some water from my bottle, i was sitting much closer to her, our arms touching each others, we didn't say a lot, just looking at each other periodically and smiling at each other. Just touching her hand slightly sent a rush up my spine.
'So what are you doing this evening' i asked her
'Nothing really, i'm to tired now to do anything' she replied, 'what about you'
'There is something i wanted to do an hour ago' i said, she smiled at me, she was no fool she knew exactly the sort of thing i had in mind .
'And what's that' she replied
I put my left arm around her neck started feeling her hair and her ears, gently moving her head round and started kissing her on her lips. She encouraged me more and more by kissing me harder. Leanne soon had her left hand inside my t-shirt feeling my body, i had by right hand on her legs and thanks to the short skirt she was wearing i didn't have to work to hard to work out that she wasn't wearing any knickers.
We kissed and kissed and caressed each other for ages and ages. Leanne wondered if anyone could see us as we were in a bit of an exposed area even though there was no-one on the courts. We both got up with our bags I took her hand and we walked around to see if we could find a nice spot where we would be hard to be seen. I saw a tiny gap on the back wall of the main kiosk, it was a bit tight but it was perfect for me to get her up against the fencing. We started forcefully kissing Leanne had her hands around my neck with her the nails on her thumbs scratching me nicely around my chin, my hands were inside her t-shirt feeling her thighs, i proceeded into her shorts and started to feel her arse. I lifted Leanne up against the fence she wrapped her legs around my arse as I was kissing her all over her neck she pushed my head hard against her as I felt her hands grabing and scratching my hair all over. I put my hands on her tits and rubed and squeezed them like squeezing juice out of a lemon. Together we both put our hands around each others shorts and took them off at amazing speed, Leanne positioned her <pussy for me to slide my rock hard cock into her, I started to fuck her at slow pace but speeding up faster and faster. Finally I came in her pussy spurting big bursts of hot jism, she loved it so much even more than I did.
A quick peep to see there was no-one around we walked out and down the club on our way to the bus stop. I offered to give her another game the next day.
How could she possibly say no !
Mutual Attraction
A high school student learns new things about his big sister
I was half way through my last year of high school, I had just turned 18, and I was still a virgin. I lived with my parents, and my sister, Louise, who was exactly a year older than me, right down to the month. Life was so much simpler then.
With our ages being so close, Louise and I had always been close as kids, and with my father working away a lot of the time in his job as a manager of a building company, and my mother working shifts as a nurse, we spent a lot of time at home on our own. I guess that made us even closer. We fought, argued from time to time, and behaved like most other kids, but I think we were pretty close, when it comes right down to it. When we were young, Louise and I played the games most kids played together, but we also had a little game of our own, where we would pick a TV series that had a married couple in it, and we would pretend we were the husband and wife in the show. We would act out our own version, and kiss each other on the lips in a schoolkid imitation of what we saw the actors doing on TV, and as a young kid, I found this very exciting. It seemed like it all stopped the year Louise turned 13, and I always thought she just grew out of it. Even so, I used to fantasize about taking things further, especially after I discovered porn. I found out at the age of 12 that adult women have pubic hair, and occasionally for the next few years, I would wonder what Louise looked like down there, inside her panties. I got my chance one day when she was 17, and she had a party at home with four of her friends. Although we didn’t have a pool, they all brought their bikinis along, and the five of them danced around under the lawn sprinklers in the back yard for ages. When the first girls arrived, I was watching TV, and Louise walked through the family room to join them outside. She had a bikini on, with a pair of cut-off denim shorts over her bikini bottom. Halfway across the room, she stopped to pull off her shorts, but her bikini bottom came down as well, and for an instant, I got a look at her grown-up bush, from across the room. I thought my cock would explode, and even though I don’t think she even knew I saw her, I wanked over that sight for months. Then, as the girls frolicked under the sprinklers outside, I found a vantage point looking out the bathroom window, and I was in heaven as their wet bikini bottoms moulded themselves to the contours of their pussies, and their tits bounced freely in their bikini tops, while they jumped around under the water. I put that memory to good use later on, too. Fast-forward two years, and there we were, Louise at 19, and me at 18. She had a job as a receptionist at the local Ford dealer, and a boyfriend named Derek, who was two years older than she was. Louise was five feet, seven inches tall, with a slim build, and I guess you could say her looks were more girl next door than beauty queen, but if you took a second look, you’d see that she had a curvy shape, great legs, a nice round, firm backside, and tits that were not big, but well shaped and in proportion to the rest of her. She had light brown, medium length hair, fair skin, and blue-grey eyes, and if you got close, (really close), you could see she had a little sprinkle of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had a great sense of humour, and smiled a lot, so as brother and sister, we had a lot of fun. Years of gymnastics and netball had made her very supple, and although she gave up gymnastics at 16, she could still do the splits at the drop of a hat, and she had kept on playing netball on the weekends, so she kept herself toned. On the other hand, although I was tall, I was only average build, and I was reasonably fit, with playing regular soccer, but I was no athlete. I’m not sure why, but I was never a hit with girls back then, but like almost every other 18 year old guy on the planet, I had sex on my mind a lot of the time. Another thing I had in common with every other 18 year old was that when my cock got hard, it got rock hard, and I could come three or four times a day if I felt like it. My dick was only average sized, if what I saw in the school showers after sport, or in the soccer field change rooms, was anything to go by, but sadly the only action it had ever seen was from my right hand. Some nights when my dad was away and my mother was on night shift, I’d hear Louise and Derek going at it in her bedroom, even though there was a bathroom between our two rooms. I never heard much from Derek, just low, muffled mumbling, but I would hear Louise saying stuff like, “That’s it, Derek, that’s it, just like that! Keep going just like that! Omigod, Derek, that’s good, … …, that’s too good, ……, Oh, Derek, that is so-o-o FUCK-ING good!!”
I would lie there, imagining them together in Louise’s room, but I’d had never had sex with a girl before, so the pictures in my mind were like the pictures in porn magazines I had read, or dirty movies I had seen, with Derek hammering Louise on her back, with her legs over his shoulders, or Louise on all fours, while Derek drove his cock into her pussy from behind. I never seemed to imagine them as two people making sweet love in the missionary position. In my mind, I only saw them fucking like porn stars, fucking for the sheer sexual pleasure it gave them, fucking hard, and fucking simply because it felt good.......
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Then, mid year, Derek broke up with Louise. Worse still, he dumped her for the town slut, Barbara Ekins, and to add icing to the cake, when Louise tried to ask him why, he told her he’d been cheating on her with Barbara for months, and Barbara was a better fuck anyway. Louise was devastated, and for a week, she cried all the time and wouldn’t eat, just lying in her room, like a hermit, while I sat and wished I could help her get over him. My parents seemed to think it was just something she was going through, and she’d snap out of it soon enough, so they weren’t much help. As for me, well, I was just an 18-year old kid who’d never had a girlfriend. What did I know about relationship advice? She came home from work one afternoon, and went straight to her room. I heard her softly sobing in there, so I went to the door, determined to help. She was lying on her back, facing away from me, and I tried to think of something to say that would help, but nothing came. I tried my best…. “Fuck Derek!” I said, eloquently. Louise turned to face me. “Yeah”, I continued, digging deep into my experience in counselling people with problems, “Fuck him, you’ll find someone better”. She said nothing, but patted the bed next to herself, so I walked over and sat next to her. She looked so sad. “Hold me”, she said, but didn’t move, so I shuffled down next to her, and put one arm underneath her, and one over her shoulders, facing her. She snuggled in close, putting her head on my chest, and I was slightly ashamed to find myself looking down her blouse at her breasts in that position, feeling the warmth from them, and I started to tell her about all the things Derek was missing, and how he was the loser, not her. I tried to ignore those lovely tits, inches from my face, but it was as though my cock had a hair trigger, and with her soft, curvy body pressed up against me, and her breasts displaying themselves to me like that, my hormones took over, and my dick went to wood in no time flat. I kept on telling her good things about herself, with my tool trying harder all the time to get my attention, and after a while, Louise leaned over to kiss me gently on the forehead. “I’ll be okay”, she said softly, “I just need to lie here for a while. I’ll come out to see you in a few minutes. Thanks for the talk, I feel a bit better now.” I got up, and walked out of her room. I went to my own bedroom, where I wanked the erection away, and then had a quick shower to destroy the evidence, almost hating myself for being so aroused by Louise, my sister, at a time when she was feeling so low. The following day, school holidays started, and I had the day to myself when my mother and Louise went to work. I bummed around, tidied up, and went to a friend’s place for a while, then came back mid-afternoon to an empty house. I felt that old, familiar hunger in my pants, so I went to my room, and settled in for a good session of me-time. No-one was due home for a while, so I found an English porn mag in my stash, and started to go through it, looking for inspiration. I found a six-page photo set with two girls in it, so I started to check out the pics, while my hand did the work. Lesbian porn was my favourite, and this set ticked all the boxes. There were two beautiful girls, one a blonde, and one with brown hair, and they were dressed as secretaries, with short skirts, stockings and conservative blouses. They graduated from sly smiles to kissing each other, and then undressing, sucking each other’s tits, and then to oral sex on the desk, and the second last shot in the set was a full-page close up of the brown haired girl licking the blonde girl’s pussy. I had my attention on the photo, and I was about to come for all I was worth, when… “Bust-ed!” I looked up in horror and shame, to see Louise at the foot of my bed, looking at my tool-filled hand, and I threw the magazine off the bed and pulled the sheet over myself, but the damage was done. Instantly, I felt sick in the stomach. “Fuck! Fuck!,…,…,…Ohhhh, fuck!!” , was all I could say, as the orgasm I was just about to have seemed to vanish into thin air. Louise’s mouth was open. “What the fuck are you doing?” I said, still in shock. “You know”, she started, “I was about to ask the same question, but the answer is so obvious, it would’ve made me look pretty stupid, wouldn’t it?” I lay there without answering, starting to shake a little, and she went on with, “I got off work early today, so I came straight home to see what you were up to. I walked in, and you’ve got your door wide open, and….”, she burst out laughing, but kept on talking, so the only words I understood were “hammer and tongs”. If I wasn’t so horribly ashamed and barrassed, I probably would have laughed as well. She got over her laughter and said, a little more seriously, “You really should close the door when you do that.” “I did”, I said, flatly. “Well, you didn’t do it properly”, Louise said, now looking me in the eye. “The wind must have blown it open. It’s blowing a gale outside, but I guess you wouldn’t have noticed. I suppose your mind was on other things”, she finished, with a sympathetic smile. She walked around the bed, and looked the porn mag, which had fallen open at the pussy-licking shot. “What are you wanking over, anyway?” she said, with mischievous interest in her voice. She looked down. “Lesbo porn!”, she said, as though she had discovered something. “D’you like lesbians”, she asked, again looking me in the eye, but with an inquisitive look in her face. I could see there was no use lying, and the damage was done anyway, so I said, “Yeah, I think every guy does.” Louise shook her head, and looked at the picture on the floor, and said “Lesbians…”, with a smirk. Then, she dropped to her knees, and looked closer, and said, “Hey, do you think that brown-haired girl looks a bit like me?” I could see from her face it was the same old Louise, who bounced stupid jokes off me all the time, and got back as good as she gave, and I started to feel a little less barrassed. I shook my head, and said, “She doesn’t look like you at all. Do you think I’d be perving at a girl who looked like my sister?” “Oh”, she said, standing back up. I assumed she was only pretending to be disappointed. She walked backwards to the foot of my bed again, and with a smile, said, “Nah, she doesn’t look like me at all. I was just jerkin’ you around, except”, she paused, “you’re doing enough of that for both of us” I put the pillow over my head and said, “Just go”. I was still barrassed, but somehow, Louise had taken the edge off it. She was good at that kind of stuff. She walked to the door, and turned to say, “I better leave you alone, now. You look like you’ve got your hands full”, and smirking, she finished, “One of them, anyway”. She walked out the door, and made a big show of closing it properly. I lay there for a moment, recovering from the shock, but as the moment had been ruined, and the desire now taken over by a sick feeling of shame, I got up, took a long shower, and went for a long ride on my trail bike. I came back hours later, after dark, to find Louise sitting in the family room, watching TV. “Where’s Mum?” I asked. “Did you forget?” she asked right back, “She’s gone down the coast to spend some time with Dad. She left straight after work, Airhead. Just like she’s been talking about all week, so it’s just you and me here for the next coupla days.” Louise told me my dinner was in the microwave, so I reheated it and ate quickly, avoiding her as far as possible. Not because of any bad feeling between us, but because I still felt a bit ashamed. I said goodnight, showered again, and went to bed. After a while, I heard the shower in the bathroom next to my bedroom, and after it stopped, I heard Louise moving around, and then things went quiet for a few minutes, although the light was still on in the hall. I was having trouble dropping off to sleep, and a moment or two later, I heard two knocks, even though my door was half-open, and then Louise’s voice. “Wayne,” she said, “It’s me.” ”I didn’t think it would be anyone else,” I answered, without trying to sound abrupt. “Can I come in?” she continued. “Course you can”, I answered, although I still felt a little sheepish, but she moved into the doorway, a silhouette in the light from the hall. “I thought I’d better knock,” she said, “after, you know, today.” I saw her shoulders shrug in the dark, and I said, “Give it a rest!”, with exasperation in my voice. She stepped in closer, and said, “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Today, I mean. Put your sidelight on. I don’t want to blind you with this one.” I flicked on the bedside light, and saw she was wearing a pair of light blue cotton summer pyjamas. To be honest, they were kind of sexy, and in the past I have to admit I had wanked to the thought of her in them. That memory didn’t help my guilty feelings one bit. “Look”, she said, “everybody does that kinda thing. We all do it.” “We?” I said. I was honestly surprised she said that, and in my whole life I had never imagined my sister doing that to herself, giving herself pleasure like that, all on her own. Suddenly, the thought made the back of my mouth and throat go all thick and dry. Louise wasn’t finished yet, though. “Of course”, she smiled,’ “Do ya think girls just get to a certain age, and suddenly want to have sex? We get horny long before then, so what are we gonna do? Of course we do it.” She came over and sat on the side of my bed, on my left. She said, “Do you rber those silly games we played when we were kids? Playing doctor? That kind of stuff?” I thought back, and said, “Yeah”, avoiding her gaze, “I do.” She went on with, “What about the other game, and all the times when you played Darren and I was Samantha? Or Mr and Mrs Cunningham from Happy Days?” I chuckled for a moment, thinking back. We had not mentioned those games to each other for years. I had figured it was a subject she wanted to forget about, and put out of her mind. I smiled, and added, “What about the time I was Fonzie?” I saw that smile on her face that I had known all my life, and she said, “Yeah, Fonzie. What would Mr C have to say about that?” She went serious again, and said “Well, this may surprise you, but sometimes, well, most times, after we played those games, I would go back to my room, and kind of”, she paused, as if thinking of whether to continue, “kind of, ahhhh, um, … …, touch myself.” She gave me a searching look, and said, “Um, did you, ever, ……” “No”, I lied. “Oh,” she said, with real disappointment in her voice. “Well”, she went on, “Then there was yesterday.” “Yesterday?” I said, guilt rising inside me. “Well, yeah, yesterday”, she started. “There I was, all upset, and you came and sort of, um, said all those nice things, and made me feel so much better about myself, and you were kind of lying there, up against me and stuff, and it just felt nice to cuddle up to a man and feel good about myself”, pausing, “you know?” “A man?” I said, “But this man is your brother”. I had half an inkling, or maybe just wishful thinking, but I had half an idea where this might be leading, but I still had to say that. “Okay”, she answered, “you are, but I couldn’t help it if it still felt nice.” “Glad I could help,” I said, casually, wondering if… “You know what I did after you left?” she asked. “Surprise me,” I said. She surprised me all right. “I touched myself”, she said, looking me straight in the eye, like she had said something completely normal, but knowing full well that she hadn’t. Even now, I still don’t know what I was going to say when she said that, but it didn’t matter, because my throat got so thick and dry in an instant, that all that came out was a kind of gasping, “Uhhhkllthh”, sound. “Well, girls have feelings, …..” she said, looking down, modestly. I was still too stunned to speak. I guess I kind of knew what she was leading up to, but it was still so far from the way things normally went, that I thought I must be hearing things wrongly, or maybe just misreading them. “What about you?” she said, again, looking me in the eye, as if she somehow knew the answer. “No,” I lied again, pursing my lips, and shaking my head, as if that was out of the question. “Oh”. Once again, disappointment in her voice, and this time a little surprise as well. “Anyway”, she said, “I’ve been thinking…” “That’s always dangerous”, I said, butting in. After all, she was my sister, and we always said things like that to each other. She shook her head, with that look of mock sympathy for the afflicted on her face, that she used to give me when I said something stupid, as a joke, and got back on track. She seemed to be giving this some thought for a moment, and then she said, “Hear me out here for a minute. Now, think about it. Here we are, the two of us, right? Me in my room, touching myself”, and she paused, gesturing towards her room, “and you’re in here, in this room, you know, doing”, she paused, “whatever you, um, do…” She kind of seemed like she ran out of words for a moment. She sighed, and went on, as though getting it all out at once, “So-o-o, why don’t we just, kind of, um, help each other out?” I was amazed, and I wanted this more than a kid wants Christmas, but there was no way I thought I could do that in front of her. “I can’t …, I don’t…, think…”, I stammered. She leaned forward, and said, soothingly, “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other. We could look but not touch if you’re feeling a bit shy, just kind of play around, maybe kiss each other like we used to do.” My stomach had butterflies, and I was thinking “What if she doesn’t mean what I think she means?’, but she tried a different approach. “Wayne, if you were horny and wanted to, um, … …”, and to my discomfort, she made a movement with her thumb over her hand, almost,but not quite, making a wanking fist, “wouldn’t you rather look at a real, live girl? And not a girl in a magazine?” She met my eyes with hers. I was still uneasy about doing anything like that in front of anybody, even Louise. She reached over, without speaking, keeping eye contact, and took my left hand, and gently prodded my finger into the skin of her left forearm. “That’s real”, she said, softly. I was fighting with my own reluctance, if that’s possible, but then, to close the deal, she seemed to have an idea. She moved my hand to her left breast, gently turning and holding the palm of my left hand flat against the thin cotton of her pyjama top, so I could feel quite clearly that she was bare underneath. I felt the warm, rounded shape of her breast with its soft nipple, underneath the material, and I felt her nipple harden slightly under my touch. “That’s also real”, she said softly, a little more husky this time. I melted. The world fell away underneath me. Roller coaster. Pick your cliche, whatever it was, it happened to me. Then she took my hand away from her lovely breast, and leaned forward, and kissed me on the mouth. It was the same kiss she used to give me as a ten-year old, the same kiss, but different this time. This was an adult kiss, this was an open-mouth kiss. A gentle, open-mouth kiss. A slight-touch-of-the-tongue kiss, that made me hunger for more, that allowed me to smell and to taste her sweet breath, and to allow it to work its magic on me. It was definitely not the sort of kiss you normally get from your sister. “Have you come to a decision?”, she said softly, her face still close enough for me to be intoxicated by her breath. “I think that”, I paused, sighing, “this could be fun.” She leaned down, placing her right thumb and forefinger on each side of my erect penis, through the sheet, and through my boxer shorts, and gently moved them down its length. Her touch was exquisite, and I think I gasped a little. I know I flinched. She turned to look at me, and said, “I know you’re a bit unsure, but somebody’s already made up his mind.” She repositioned herself on the bed, so she was on her knees on my left, with her head down near my sheet-covered groin, and her lovely bottom inches from my face. She was still stroking me gently through the sheet, and I knew I had been given a gilt-edged invitation, but I was still hesitant to go further in case I overstepped the mark, and ruined the moment for good. I was so excited by the sight of this intimate part of her body, so close to me, beckoning me to caress it, but I was unsure, just the same. She turned back over her shoulder and said, simply, "Touch me”. Her voice was little more than a whisper. I reached up with my left hand, gently placing the side of my palm and little finger along the slight cleft in her pyjama bottom, as it was pulled taut across her pussy. I felt the moist warmth from her, even through the gusset of her pyjama pants, and becoming a little bolder, I put the tip of my long finger above her anus and slowly ran it down the slit, feeling her flinch a little. I could see and feel that she had no pants on underneath, and I placed the back of my thumb over the area where I knew her clit should be, (who says porn is not educational?), and made a gentle sawing motion. She made a quick little “Ooh!” sound, and lifted her head, saying, “You learn fast.” She was rubing me gently through the sheet, as though instinctively, she knew if she went too fast, or too hard, it would be over in an instant. She moved her left hand to my tool, and with her right, she reached back and hooked her thumb in the elastic of her pants, and pulled them down, just enough to expose some of the skin of her right buttock. I took her lead and gently pulled them down further, exposing her beautiful pussy, with its neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, for the first time. I felt weak at the sight, but then she lifted her knees, each in turn, helping me take her pyjama pants off completely. She had not spoken, and just continued with the gentle stroking of my tool. I felt her slick wetness, and I gently placed a finger just inside the entrance to her vagina, only a little, and ran it down between her inner lips. She was so incredibly wet and slippery, and I tasted her juice on the tip of my finger. The taste was so exciting I could never even have hoped to describe it, and she looked back again, and smiled, then turned back to what she was doing, without speaking. She continued her gentle stroking through the sheet, and I became more bold and began to insert my finger in her pussy, moistening it a little more with each stroke, finger-fucking her slowly, getting used to the feeling inside. I took my left hand away, bracing myself on the bed with it, and leaned forward, caressing her right buttock with my right hand, and then kissing her there, softly, like you would kiss a baby. She said, "You’re very gentle. I like that.” We kept on for a few minutes, me touching and caressing her pussy, and kissing her near it, but never actually putting my mouth on it, and Louise gently stroking my erect penis through the sheet, and she said, “It’s only fair. You’ve taken my pants off, so I should take yours off, too.” At this development, I became nervous again, and sensing that, she said, “It’s okay. Judging from what I’m feeling through this sheet, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of here.” I knew I was only average-sized, from what I had seen in the past, but I didn’t answer. I just knew anything I could possibly say about it would make me look stupid, or like I was trying too hard to be cool. “You know”, she said, pulling the sheet back slowly, moving like a person does near a horse, so it won’t shy, “size does matter, but only to guys with small ones.” It was so typical of Louise to say something like that at a time like this, but neither of us laughed, because it just wasn’t the time. She pulled my boxers down, and exposed my manhood. Without speaking, she, ever so gently, cupped her dry hand around it, and moved it up and down a few times, just barely touching the skin. It was agonisingly good, but then she used her thumb to spread some of my precum around the sensitive head, and began to masturbate me, just touching the head only. I flinched, and sucked air through my clenched teeth, and she smiled and said, “You’re sensitive there, aren’t you?” “It’s like that all over”, I said, fighting to keep my voice even. She was doing me gently with her hand, knowing that too much too soon would end the moment, and to take my mind off it, and to help keep things going a little longer, I tried to occupy myself with kissing her lovely buttock again. Trust me, that didn’t help one bit, and I had to stop, but she kept on gently rubing me, full-length strokes, lubricated with my own precum, for a moment or two longer. Then, she took her hand away, and said, “I’d like to get into a more comfortable position. Is that okay with you?” “Yeah, go for it”, I said, getting my wavering voice under control again. She turned around and straddled me, so we were facing each other. She looked at me a little more seriously, and said, “You know, there are other things we can do.” “Things?”, I said. She moved herself back just slightly, and although I had never been inside a woman before, I just knew that the warm, wet, and incredibly inviting part of her body that was just touching the head of my erect penis, was the entrance to her pussy. I was one flinch, one twitch away from entering her. She gave me a look, and I knew she was thinking, “Join the dots, Wayne”, because that was one of her favourite sayings, and she always had that look when she said it. “You”, I said, gulping to moisten my throat, “mean”, and I had to struggle to get the next word out, “sex?” I was sizzling with desire, not just desire, but also the need, to do this, but my mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. “Come on”, she said, “I know you want to. I know I want to, but if you don’t want to go that far, I can show you some things that are nearly as good. Just say the word.” I wanted to have this more than anything, but this was my sister. She leaned forward, and kissed me, deeply, gently, and drew back, so I could still feel the warmth of her breath on my face, and said, “You haven’t said ‘no’ yet” She opened her mouth a little, and gently brushed her lips against mine, then drew her head back out of reach of my hungry mouth. Then, she edged herself backwards, taking a tiny bit more of the head of my penis into her entrance, and she said, “Wayne, this won’t hurt a bit, I promise. If I could promise you one thing in the world, it would be that this won’t hurt. Trust me. But I won’t do it if you say ‘no”. She made a tiny movement of her pelvis, so the wet entrance to her pussy felt like it was actually nuzzling the tip of my hard, eager penis, and she said, “Just rber, if this goes on any further, I won’t be able to stop, though. You don’t want to see your sister lose control, now, do you?” I was on the edge of the cliff. I could jump or stay. I chose to jump. I nodded, too blown away by the moment, and by the situation, to even say the words. Louise gave me the same mischievous smile I had known forever, and said, “No going back now, brother.” She took her weight on her thighs, and sat back slowly, and my oaken hard penis went right into her as she sank back on it, as though it was coated with butter. I was surprised at how it went in so easily, yet the fit was so snug inside, and then she began a gentle rocking motion with her pelvis, slowly running her pussy along the length of my tool, but keeping the action from getting so vigorous that I would end it by coming too soon. Once I had gotten a little control over myself, I began to lift my own pelvis a little, to meet her with each stroke, and she even giggled a little, as we adjusted to each other, until we got the timing right. She leaned forward, and kissed me again, on the mouth, that same soft, deep, so-sweet kiss, and then drew back a little, saying “Sex without kissing is”, she paused, “just wrong.” Excited as I was, the irony of those words was not lost on me as I lay there, being fucked by my own sister, and fucking her back, the two of us in a team effort, synchronising the movement of our bodies, each equally guilty of taking pleasure from each other in such a forbidden way. Louise gave me a knowing look, and leaned down to place her lips near my left ear, and in a breathy whisper, she said, “I know what you’re thinking, because we have almost exactly the same brain, except I got first pick”. I saw the mischievous smile from the corner of my eye, and then she went on in the same soft whisper, “We’ve come this far, and nobody will ever know. Just us.” She moved up again, with her face above mine, and with a tilt of her head, she made her hair fall forward so it was down around my face. I could smell the sweet, clean shampoo smell, and the only thing we could see was each other. She said, “That’s kind of cool, isn’t it? Nobody else knowing, just us.” She flicked her hair back over her shoulders, with a toss of her head, and continued on, with barely a change in that deliciously slow fucking motion of hers, and after a moment, she said, “What do you think?”, and I said, “It’s really good, really good”, with my voice still wavering a little. She smiled, but this time it was a smile I had never seen in my lifetime of knowing her. Then, I asked her, “What about you?” She took a soft, but deep breath, with her eyes half-closed and said, “It’s beautiful.” Until, that moment, I had never thought of sexual feelings as beautiful. I had always thought of sex as something that felt good, and you did it, but I realised then that there was something very beautiful about a woman using that very special, very personal part of her body to give such pleasure, and to receive it herself in the same act. After a few moments, Louise slowed her rocking and stopped. She leaned forward again and kissed me, and said in that voice, just above a whisper, “I’d like be on my back. It’s your first time, so you should be the one in control.” She disengaged herself from me, and we changed places in the bed. I re-entered her pussy, fumbling a little at the entrance, but she used her hand to guide me, and I slid inside her again, taking about three strokes before I was penetrating her fully. Now it was Louise who lifted herself to meet me with each stroke, but only a little, so I was the one who controlled the motion, the depth and the timing. She would occasionally pull me to her, and kiss me, or just gently brush her lips across mine the way she had done it before, which was almost as exciting, but I kept the motion gentle, trying to make it last. “I love the way you’re being so gentle”, she said, “but I know it’s because you don’t want to come too soon”. She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Just pick up the pace a little. I want to see you come.” I stopped my thrusting, and said. “See me?” “No, silly”, she said gently. “I don’t want to see it coming out, I want you to come inside me. Just let it happen. It’ll be amazing, believe me.” I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. “Inside?”, I asked. “It’s okay”, Louise answered, starting her own slow thrusting motion from underneath me again, “I’ve been on the pill for ages. Just go for it.” I started to fuck her again, still slowly, and she adjusted the movement of her own pelvis to mine, and she said, “You’re doing great, but don’t worry if I don’t come this time. Hardly any guys make a girl come their first time, so it’ll be all right.” “But”, I answered, “that wouldn’t be very good for you, would it?” “Well”, she answered, dropping her gaze, but still gently meeting my thrusts, “I can take care of that afterwards”. She looked at me again, and said, “You can watch if you like”, she paused, and continued with, “or even help me, if you want to.” “I think I’d really like to help you with that”, I said, as I continued with fucking her. I could feel that I wasn’t going to last much longer, but suddenly, Louise flinched, and made a noise in her throat. Her eyes widened a little, and I thought for a moment I had hurt her. Before I could do anything about it, she said, a little louder than before, “Wayne, you’re making me come! I didn’t think you would, but it’s gonna happen”. Now, she was the one with the wavering voice. I increased my pace just a little, but I didn’t want to do anything to spoil it for her, so I kept things fairly constant. Her own thrusting quickened, then she said, with urgency in her voice, “Please don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop, Wayne!” Louise seemed to stiffen, and she clutched her arms to her chest, arched her back, and she tilted her head back, with her eyes closed, saying, much more quietly, “So good, so-o-o-o good. That’s so good!” The sight of her in orgasm, plus the spasms of her pussy around me, triggered my own orgasm, whether I was ready or not, and I felt wave after wave of pleasure starting in my penis and working back through my body, then rebounding back the other way. I don’t know how many times I spurted, because I was too involved in immersing myself in the pure, crystalline pleasure of sexual release, to take notice of such things, but after it was over, I found that Louise had her legs wrapped around me, and she was holding me to herself with her arms. “Please stay and hold me for a minute”, she said in that soft voice, just above a whisper again, “Let me hold you. I just want to hold you. You did that so beautifully” We lay there for like that for minute or two, while she held me and I remained inside her, then she reached up, pulled my face to her, and kissed me again, and said, “Thanks. Thank you for that. I didn’t really plan to go that far but I’m glad we did.” She took a breath, and said, “Do you know how you just need something, sometimes?” My sister’s orgasm had been nothing like the pornstar orgasms I had seen so often on video. This was a real woman, experiencing real sexual pleasure, and not making it seem as though it was more dramatic than it was. We lay there in my bed, and with the house to ourselves, Louise slept there with me, with her arms and legs wrapped around me, and I sensed that she needed that as much as the lovemaking we had just experienced. We were two people who had done something very bad, but together we had also done something very good. That night, we had crossed a forbidden boundary, but on the other side, we found something that was amazing, just as Louise had said it would be. However, as Louise had also said, there was no going back, and I lay there for a brief few minutes, thinking of these things, as I drifted off to sleep, entwined with this beautiful woman, who was also my sister. Society had deemed that I was naturally immune to her beauty, and her sexual magnetism, but the events of that night had shown differently, and I knew that we would never be the same, from this night onwards.
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