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Jessica and James A Love Story
This is a work of fiction. Any resblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental
My name is James Rowland. My twin sister Jessica and I have been living
together as husband and wife, sharing the same bed and raising our own twin children,
for the last twenty years. We are deeply in love and totally committed to each
other and to the family created by that love. We are well aware of what our
friends, and the law, would say if our secret were exposed, but are determined that nothing will ever keep us apart.
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Even as children, Jessica and I had always been close. Our bond as twins was exceptionally strong. As a consequence we never developed strong friendships outside of our own house. We had become best friends and our classmates always felt like outsiders.
Otherwise, Jessica and I lived the same suburban lifestyle that most
siblings experience in the American Midwest. We cared deeply for each other, but in a completely innocent way. We were happy and secure in our lives with our future ahead of us.
Our eighteenth birthdays fell in early June, right before High School Graduation. As a gift to celebrate our ascension into adulthood, our folks gave us matching cars and offered to pay for whatever college we wished to attend. Life was good. Just a few weeks later, however, our lives would be changed forever.
Mom and Dad had gone out for a day trip together. I was in our driveway, washing my new Mustang, when a police car pulled up. I don't fully rber their exact words, but they told me that both of our parents had died in an accident only a few miles from our home. The news struck me with a giant
thud.
I argued with them that they must be mistaken, I had just seen them leave only an hour before. It was then that Jessica appeared. Where I had reacted with anger and disbelief, she understood the gravity of the situation immediately. I will never be able to forget her pained, hysterical screams at hearing the
dreadful news.
The next few days were a blur of pain and sorrow. Only then did Jessica and I find out just how alone we really were. We had no other family. No grandparents to comfort us, no aunts or uncles to give us words of support in our time of need. Our own special relationship had gotten in the way of whatever friendships we might have started with others. Friends that would have otherwise been able to help us deal with our grief. At their funeral, only a few of our parent's friends and coworkers came to pay their last respects.
Mom and Dad were wealthy and had made plans for our security in the event that something happened to them. As a result, Jessica and I inherited a great deal of money. Enough to be sure that we would want for nothing. But they could not have predicted how much we needed the love which they could no longer give us.
On the night that our new lives began I was laying on my bed feeling the weight of my grief. It was the Fourth of July and the neighborhood was preparing for their Independence Day celebrations. The whole idea filled me with bitterness. Independence was the last thing I wanted to celebrate.
Jessica had been showering in the Jack and Jill bathroom we shared. After she finished, I
could hear her crying softly. It was a sad, lonely sound that penetrated my own morose feelings and brought out my concern for her. I knocked on the door and softly called her name.
"Jessica, are you okay? Do you need anything?"
I waited for a few moments but was answered only by more quiet sobs. I opened the door and saw Jessica curled up in the corner with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I miss them soo much James, I miss them so much."
"I know. I do to."
I didn't know what else to say so I walked over and sat next to her. She leaned into me and I put my arms around her for comfort. We stayed there for a long while, holding each other and rbering better days. Eventually she stopped crying and relaxed fully against me. She had her head buried in my shoulder.
“I'm so afraid of being alone. Promise me you'll always be there for me James. Promise me..."
“I will Jess, We are family. Never forget that."
She felt very weak in my arms and, not wanting to leave her on the cold floor, I gathered her up and carried her to her bed. When I laid her down, the towel around her loosened, exposing her hips and thighs. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Jessica was. We may have been twins, but we look nothing alike. Whereas is I am over six feet tall with strong features and brown eyes, Jessica is barely over five feet and has the most incredible green eyes I have ever seen. Although I confess that I had, since graduation, fantasized about her, I never thought to pursue any of these fantasies. I believe that most young men who are lucky enough to live in a house with a beautiful sister will have experienced the same lewd desires that had gone through my head, but I would never have dreamed that any of them might soon come true. But once we had lost our parents, prior to this particular day, such thoughts
had been banished from my mind.
Still, there were times during those few short weeks when I would see her in a skimpy bikini, tight shorts, or a thin top with no bra underneath and I would find myself steeling glimpses of her and how her body had developed. Never the less, she was my sister and that's how I thought of her. It had all been completely innocent, but now, looking down at her long toned
legs and wonderfully curvaceous hips, I was taken aback at how alluring and sexy she really had become. She didn't seem to notice that she was partially exposed.
When she rolled over onto her back I could see her wispy pubic hair under the towel. I tried to look away, to make it seem as if I hadn't been starring at her. All at once, I was barrassed and ashamed. Good Lord, I thought, this is my sister I'm looking at! I shifted my gaze to her face, trying to act natural and brotherly. I hoped desperately that she hadn't noticed my weakness, or the erection growing inside my sweat pants! I started to turn away, intending to leave the room and the illicit temptation I was feeling when she took hold of my hand.
"James, you don't have to go. Please stay, I can't stand being alone right now!"
When she took my hand, her towel opened almost to her up to her breasts, but still she acted as if she didn't notice or care if I, her own brother, could see her naked body. I was caught completely off balance and didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to bolt from the room, to forget the thoughts I was having, but a growing desire to see where this played out demanded I stay. I just stood there, lusting for my sister and feeling like a dirty little boy. When she tugged on my hand and pulled me onto the bed next to her I didn't resist.
Jessica turned over onto her side with my chest against her back with only that damn towel and my own sweat pants separating us. She pulled my arm over her and laid my hand between her breasts. To my shame I was as aroused I had ever been. She was a vulnerable, stunningly beautiful young woman. My body no longer cared if we were twins, I was as hard as I could possible get.
Up to now I had been keeping my hips away from her, but she scooted closer to me and pressed her perfectly shaped ass right against my cock. For long moments neither of us spoke, Slowly Jess started to lightly move herself against my erection, until it was pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. Even as naive as I was, I knew that there was no way she didn't know what was happening! I was so frightened, afraid that our special bond would be destroyed by a foolish impulse, that I didn't dare move a muscle.
Fortunately Jessica suffered no such qualms. Feeling the trbles that passed through me she decided to make her intentions clear to even my confused mind. She opened the towel and placed my hand directly on her breast.
"It's okay James, you can touch me. If you want to..."
I didn't know what to say. Before this night, she had always just been my twin sister. Now, feeling her silken skin under my fingertips, I knew that our relationship had fundamentally changed. I gently fondled her breasts. Her brown areoles stood out starkly against her alabaster white skin, I watched her nipples harden into thick nubs as I rubed my palm over them. I began playing my fingers up and down her body, keeping my touch feathery light.
She shifted onto her back again and silently held my gaze. At that singular moment, we dared ourselves to push beyond the boundaries of family and into the realm of lovers. I leaned down and our lips found each other in the most amazingly passionate kiss I had ever experienced. She was my sister, but I wanted her desperately.
My concern was that she was only offering herself to me because of a feeling of insecurity and loss. I had to say something to let her know I loved her as a brother. I did want to make love to her, but only if she was absolutely sure.
"Jessica, I love you. I always have and I always will. You don't.....we don't have to do this, I'm not going to leave you."
She ran her hand over me, feeling my hardness through the soft material of
my sweat pants. She held me in her small hands, exploring my length. Her voice
was a nervous whisper.
"I've never touched one before." She sat up on her knees, still gently stroking me through my pants. She looked up at me again.
"A lot of boys have asked me out James, but I never wanted any of them. None of them interested me. You have had my love for as long as I can rber. I never really knew what that meant, but I do now. You’re the only man I will ever desire, the only one I could ever love."
I was touched to the core by her sentiment and wrapped my arms around her nude form. I realized that my love for my sister had never been so powerful.
She rested her head on my chest.
“I've saved myself for the right man, now I know that man is you, even if you are my brother. Maybe that makes me a sick, horrible person, but I don't care. I want you to be my first and only lover.”
“Please don't turn me away James, I couldn't bare it."
Tears were running down her face by then and I felt my own tears welling up in my eyes. I lifted her chin and kissed her once again. I had thought that she was probably a virgin, but hearing her say it, knowing that I was going to be her first, had my heart pounding so fast I thought I might faint right there!
Jessica lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stood up next to the bed to remove my pants but she held my hand to stop me.
"James, let me do it."
She slipped off the bed and knelt at my feet. Pulling my pants down, She took hold of my bare penis.
"Holy cow James, it's beautiful. It feels so......alive!" Taking hold of it she began stroking it slowly.
"It feels so hot".
She appeared mesmerized by it and, inch by inch, moved closer until her lips brushed against the head. She rubed it over her cheeks and kissed it lightly, leaving a tiny wet spot on the head of my mber.
She was driving me wild with desire and I was afraid that I would cum right in her face. When she opened her mouth and slid it over me I moaned loudly.
"Ooo yea sis, that’s soo fuckin' good!"
I brought my hands to her head and guided her motions, sliding my cock in until she could take no more and then withdrawing. After a few moments she settled on the slow pace I had set and sucked me with long steady strokes. Soon I had come to the end of my control.
"Jessica stop, stop or I'm not gonna be able to hold back!"
Jessica sucked me for a few seconds more then pulled her mouth off of my glistening wet rod.
"I'm not afraid of letting you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. But that can wait."
She lay back down on the bed and guided my prick toward her virgin pussy.
"Please, make love to me James. Take me and make me yours."
For a moment, I considered asking her to wait while I retrieved a condom from my room, but truthfully, at that moment I was willing to take the chance that she might get pregnant. She certainly didn't seem concerned. As it turned out later she wanted to have a baby with me.
As I lay between her slim thighs, I marveled again at her youthful beauty. She was lean and athletic, yet soft and delicate. I gently kissed her again, this time trailing my kisses down her neck. She wrapped her arms around me as I nibled her tender flesh. My hardness almost throbed with need, but I knew she had never been penetrated before. I was going to make her First Time be as wonderful and as painless as I could.
I slowly kissed my way down to her firm titties. When my mouth first sucked on one of her hardened buds her back arched off the bed
"Oh God James, that feels so nice."
Her breathing was becoming heavier and her body felt hot, almost fevered under me. I continued kissing and playing with her shapely breasts for a time, but I could tell she was becoming frustrated, wanting more. I kissed my way down her belly and finally down to her moist pussy.
"James, what are you going to....are you gonna kiss me there?!"
"Mmm yes I am. Trust me, your gonna love this!"
When my tongue flicked out and slid over her clit she almost screamed in pleasure. I began licking and nibling at her virginity and her hips began gyrating around. She tasted fresh and sweet. My tongue swirled and probed, caressing her most private of places. I became lost in our heated passions. Passions that we were both being consumed by. Jessica ran her hands through my thick hair, guiding me to the spots that gave her the greatest of pleasures. I gazed up at her and watched as she tweaked and pulled at her own hardened nipples.
Caressing her hips and thighs, I tried to go slowly, letting the feeling build within her. I could hear her breathing becoming deeper and felt her legs tense and flex at the pleasure of having her sex kissed so intimately. Within just a few minutes, her body tensed and jerked as she was enveloped by the first orgasm she ever experienced at the hand of another.
I knew the time had come and I could wait no longer. I moved up between her shaking thighs and rubed the head of my cock into the wetness of her cunt.
"Jessica, are you sure this is what you want? I'm your brother. We will never be able to take this back."
She opened her smoldering eyes. There was a fire within her, a hunger that would not be dissuaded.
"Yes, I've wanted this for soo long.... I want you so badly it hurts."
She reached between us and guided my cock to her unviolated entrance.
"Put it in me, I need to feel you inside me now!"
God help me I could no longer resist. I pushed in until the head of my cock slipped inside and bumped her barrier. She winced at the sudden contact and locked her ankles around my legs.
"I don't care if it hurts James. Don't stop. Make love to me."
I pumped a few times, just coating the tip of my solid cock with her moistness. My own precum was leaking and I was soon wet enough to slide in easily. I pushed forward hard, feeling her hymen snap as I slid deeply into her channel. She cried out in momentary pain and then accepted me into her womanhood.
The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was soaking wet, but incredibly tight. Her newly opened pussy griped me wonderfully. I leaned down on her body and kissed her while I started thrusting in and out. She held me close to her with her arms and legs, encouraging me to ride her to ecstasy.
"Oh yes James, you feel soo good inside me, you feel so good!"
She moaned loudly as I hit bottom and started bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts. We soon found our rhythm and bolts of pleasure shot through us.
Night had fallen and her room was suddenly illuminated be the exploding rockets from the celebrations outside. We were startled for a moment, overcome by the ironic appropriateness of the spectacle. The fireworks outside highlighted the love we were sharing and signaled the release of our sorrows. It seemed as if we had found Nirvana.
I soon started moving in her again, slowly and gently. Her hands caressed my back each time I slid forward. The look on her beautiful face was burned into my memory forever. Her green eyes held mine, as if she could see directly into my soul. Her mouth opened, her head thrown back slightly as if she could barely take the intensity of the moment. It was the look of rapture, of ultimate love.
Jessica rolled me onto my back, somehow managing to keep me buried inside. She began riding me, driving my lance deeper and deeper into her slit. We moved as one, reveling in the intensity of our lovemaking. When she spoke, it was as if her inner soul were bearing itself to me. The deepest sort of honesty one never shares with another.
"Love me James, you’re my brother and my love."
Her yearning tunnel pulled and squeezed on my cock as she gyrated her hips against me. Her movements became harder and more powerful as she bore down on me. I was speechless at this point, the sight of her lean, athletic body writhing and grinding upon me was mesmerizing. I cupped her breasts in both my hands and rolled her nipples in my fingers. My touch on her breasts sent her over the brink. Her thighs tightened around my hips and her whole body went ridged. Jessica threw her head back and moaned loudly as her orgasm crested. I could feel her contractions squeezing me as she came.
Finally, she collapsed on my chest. It was absolutely amazing. My arousal at this point was uncontrollable. I was about to roll her over again, determined to fuck her as hard as I could, but she stopped me with a deep, passionate kiss. When she rose up again, I could see the desperate hunger in her eyes. She started to ride me hard, her fingernails digging into my chest.
"Cum for me James, cum inside me and let me feel like a women should feel. I want it so badly. Oh my god, I'm fucking my own brother and I love it!"
Her words and the incredibly tight feeling of her newly opened vagina were too much for me to resist any longer. I grabed hold of her shapely hips and held her down upon me as I came, flooding her deepest recesses with my seed, the illicit seed of her own brother. It was the most erotic and exciting moment I have ever experienced even up to this very day.
Afterward, Jessica curled up in my arms and we held each other in the afterglow of our bliss until morning. We slept together the next night and every night hereafter. We eventually moved into the master bedroom and soon after conceived our own twin girls in the very same bed that we, ourselves, were conceived in eighteen years before.
Once Jessica told me she was pregnant, we decided to sell that house and
move to San Francisco. It was a chance to start anew, where nobody would know us. Where we could live as husband and wife without anyone suspecting the true nature of our relationship.
Our own girls are twenty years old now. They are both healthy and beautiful. We have never told them the truth about us, but if they do find out one day we will tell them that we love each other and this is the life that brought us happiness. We can only hope that they will understand.
Sara's Surprise
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At the age of sixteen, I was, like many a virgin, shy and somewhat sullen. Unlike the vast majority of my friends, I had not found a love. Vivid memories of that time, of how others seemed less awkward, still haunt me now. It would be fair to say that sex was a complete mystery to me, but the summer of 1999 changed that forever.
It was July, summer was in full bloom and everyone appeared to be excessively happy, everyone except for me that was. I was physically immature and painfully self-conscious. As the days dragged by, I sunk deeper and deeper into youthful depression. All this was exaggerated by the news that my family’s traditional summer sojourn by the coast was to be cancelled, due to some unforeseen expenses. Then one Friday morning towards the end of July, my parents informed me that they had decided, on the spur of the moment, to go away for a long weekend, and that they were to leave that very evening. The news came as a surprise, which turned to shock when I discovered that I was to stay with my aunt, uncle and cousin, Sara, for the duration of my parents’ absence. I protested, but plans had been laid, and my plea went unheard. All this was compounded by the fact that my twin sister, Jenny, had got out of the situation by persuading my parents to let her stay with friends. Let me explain: I was not overly fond of these particular relations, in fact I detested them. My aunt was a complete snob, especially with regard to her darling daughter. Uncle Henry, in retrospect, wasn’t that bad, although he too doted far too heavily on Sara, never seeing her for the mischievous brat that she was. Sara, it must be said, brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘precocious’, she fair brimmed with self-confidence. Three days in the company of cousin Sara was, without exaggeration, a nauseating prospect. By five o’clock, on that Friday afternoon, having arrived and washed, I was taking tea with my aunt, and Sara. The mood over tea was sombre; I got the distinct impression that my presence was considered an imposition. Eventually, tea was over and I was told to go to my room and unpack. The room that was to be mine for the next few days was, beyond doubt, the most dreary I had ever seen, although in a strange way I felt happy in there; it matched my mood. After all, there is nothing worse than the juxtaposition of beauty and abomination. Outside, framed in a Gothic stained glass window, was a large oak tree which blocked out much of the sunlight, yet somehow razor shape shafts of brilliance beat their way into the room, dappling the solitary bed in shades of silver and gold. Once again, I looked around the room, and then began to wonder where I was to put my clothes, as there wasn't even a wardrobe to be seen. It was then that I became aware of someone stood behind me, it was Sara. So close was she that, as I turned, I could feel her warm breath upon my face. She told me that there was an empty draw under the bed in which I could store my belongings, and then offered to help me unpack. Before I had chance to refuse, she began to delve through my possessions, removing T-shirts, socks, trousers and, inevitably, several pairs of boxer shorts. I was really quite barrassed by this, and I think it showed on my face; especially when Sara said with a sly giggle "Now I've seen your boxers, I suppose you want to see my panties." I didn’t reply to her question, which made her laugh even more, but it started me thinking. After what seemed to be an eternity, the tension was broken by the sound of my aunt calling for us to come downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, my aunt told us that she had arranged a treat; we were going to the cinema for the evening. Soon, we were on our way. Sat in the back of the car with Sara, however, turned out to be a nightmare blend of erotic fear and exhilaration; sketched in twilight, she slid up close to me and proceeded to pinch the upper regions of my leg. But what could I do, or say? I just had to sit there and endure the torment. Angered my by lack of response, her playfulness soon turned to spite. Mercifully, the journey to the cinema was a short one. The film, I cannot even rber its name now, was less than enjoyable; most of the evening was spent worrying about what Sara had in mind next. In bed, that night, I began to think about Sara, about how she had developed since last seeing her two years before. She was about the same age as me, and I must say she had blossomed; her hair was light blonde and curled loosely in the shape of a bob, her lips pouted a moist blood red. But, most striking of all was the luminescence of her frosted, shattered ice, green eyes. At about 5’7, she was a few inches taller than I, her body was slender and her skin a creamy white; not unlike a china doll. What struck me most was the size of her breasts; they were now curvaceous and pert. The more I thought about her the more sexually excited I became. Yet, I knew that I should forbid such feelings, and so I closed my eyes to sleep.
At around dawn, I awoke with a start, to find Sara sat on the bed beside me. Immediately, realising that I was partly uncovered, I hastily pulled the sheets up under my chin. Sara smiled, and said "Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything." I lay there riveted by her gaze. Splinters of light, from the window behind, caught her curls, spitting bolts of colour, to form a halo about her face. She was wearing a long, pale blue, cotton, T-shirt; which just covered her thigh. I could not take my eyes off of her, and following the line of her smooth legs I could feel the first stirrings of an erection. Plucking up courage, I asked what she wanted. "Just to talk," she replied. Again, I fell silent, and wondered at the scene. By this time the tumescence of my erection had become conspicuous through the bedclothes, and this prompted Sara’s curiosity. In a haughty, but eloquent, tone she enquired, "Do you masturbate very often?" I could not believe her questions; in fact, I was completely dumb struck. "It’s all right, you can tell me. I do it," she continued eagerly. But still I remained quiet. Her next questions were even more unexpected, "Would you mind me watching you masturbate, or letting me do it for you?" and as she asked she placed her hand over my erection: stroking me through the sheets.
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By now I had become slightly more adventurous, and tentatively I reached forward to stroke Sara’s bare legs; I even asked if I could lift up her T-shirt to look underneath. But, suddenly, as my hand moved to her thigh, Sara got up and hurried towards the bedroom door, pausing for a second to say, "There’s no time this morning, but I’ll come early tomorrow and then we can do it properly."
My anticipation, throughout that Saturday, was unbelievable; each time I got close to Sara I became aroused. I think she noticed my excitement because whenever I looked at her she would wink a knowing wink. Slowly, the morning turned into afternoon. At about two o’clock, Sara went off for a riding lesson with some of her friends; leaving me in the company of my aunt. Being rather bored, I decided to go to my room and read for a while. I suppose I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I rber is waking up to the sound of Sara’s footsteps downstairs.
Jumping off the bed, I ran to greet her. What a sight she was, standing there in full riding gear. She beckoned me to follow into the cloakroom; which, I must admit, I was more than happy to do. Without a word, she removed her riding cap and placed it in the corner with her crop. Then, turning back to face me, she, hesitantly, began to unbutton her jacket; her delight in the excitement she caused was obvious. Having removed her jacket, she sat down and asked if I would help strip off her riding boots. Agreeing, I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged at her feet until they were free from encumbrance. As I held her sock clad feet in my lap, she tantalised by rubing my crotch with her toes. Sara then proceeded to stand up and untuck her blouse; by now I was wondering whether I would, at last, get to see her sensuous naked flesh. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily as I knelt before her, while with a huge grin on her face, she pulled down her jodhpurs; discarding them, unceremoniously, along with the rest of her riding gear, whilst my eyes fixed firmly on the hem of her blouse. Unfortunately, her blouse was just long enough to cover her panties; so, as of yet, I could see nothing of what I yearned for. Then came the biggest tease, she reached under the hem of her blouse and slowly peeled her tiny, white panties down. I almost ejaculated as I watched the gusset invert and slide down between her inner thighs. Stepping out of her panties, leaving them in the middle of the room, she ran out of the door and towards her bedroom. I stood up to follow but was stopped in my tracks by the sound of my aunt approaching.
Finally, night swept the house and, climbing into bed, I contemplated what might happen. I couldn't sleep as I awaited the daylight. After what seemed like an age, I heard the bedroom door creak open and Sara creep in. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
Without further ado, I removed my pyjamas beneath the bedcovers and, grasping my penis, began to masturbate. After a while, Sara snatched the sheets away to reveal the sight. Looking at the delight on her face and taking hold of her hand, I asked if she would do it for me. But instead of taking me in her hand, she pulled out a digital camera from behind her back and quickly snapped a picture, before I had chance to cover myself. Then, with camera in hand, she leapt off the bed and rushed back to her room. I could hardly believe her cunning, I had been tricked by a master. What would she do next? That afternoon I was to find out exactly what she had planned.
For most of that Sunday morning I managed to successfully avoid Sara. But after lunch my worst fears started to become a reality when my aunt told me that she, and my uncle, were going out and would not be back until very late. The thought of spending the rest of the day, and the evening, alone with Sara was almost too much to bear. Fortunately, however, the news that Sara and I were to spend the time with my aunt’s neighbour made me feel slightly better. Safety in numbers, I thought. More fortunate too, was the fact that my aunt’s friend was the mother of one my best friends, and I’d known her for years. Cecile was kind and wonderful, as was her daughter, my friend Lucy. Lucy’s sister Juliet, on the other hand, wasn’t so great. After tea, my aunt walked Sara and I across the road and deposited us upon Cecile’s doorstep. Shrouded in the doorway arch, I rber feeling indignant, as my aunt bid me, and not Sara, to behave. The first few hours with Cecile passed without incident; Sara disappeared upstairs with Juliet while Cecile, Lucy and I watched television. In fact, I was very happy with the situation because I had had quite a crush on Lucy for some years. Although the same age as Sara the similarity ended there, for Lucy was warm, like her mother, and she had the most charming of mannerisms. Juliet, on the other hand, was, personality wise, the total opposite of Lucy; Juliet, at about a year older than Lucy, was far more like Sara.
My worries began to resurface when Cecile explained that she had to go out for the evening and would not be back until about midnight. I knew full well that Sara would seize the opportunity to humiliate me in front of the others. Nothing much happened initially, after Cecile left; except I kept hearing the odd giggle come from Sara and Juliet upstairs. Wondering what was going on, Lucy, eventually, got to her feet and said, “I’m going up to see what those two are laughing about”.
Of course, I knew just what the joke was. Hardly a second had seemed to pass before Lucy returned with the remnants of a grin visible in her eyes. She sat down beside me and said, simply, “Sara has a photo of you masturbating!” I didn’t know where to look or what to do, but to my amazement Lucy lent forward, put her arms around my neck, and, placed her soft lips to my cheek. As I sat there, motionless, Lucy moved her aqueous mouth onto mine and began to kiss me passionately. “Is he any good then Lucy?" came Juliet’s voice from the doorway. Lucy pulled away from me and we both turned to see Juliet and Sara enter the room. Things were about to hot up!
Before I had a chance to move, or say anything, Juliet pushed Lucy to one side while Sara jumped on me; I found myself pinned to the sofa. With Sara straddling me, and holding my hands above my head, Juliet grabed the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down around my ankles. “And now your boxers!” Juliet yelled with glee.
My attempts to break free of Sara’s grip were useless, and I gave in completely when she told me that if I struggled she would show that picture to everyone I knew, although to be honest I was already more than willing to do anything Sara and the others wanted. As I stopped struggling, I realised that Juliet was tugging at my underwear. Suddenly, as Juliet hooked the front of my boxers under my scrotum, I was exposed to the gaze of three pairs of very inquisitive eyes. Even Lucy, who I had thought to be my friend, was laughing at the sight. Soon I was on my feet and Sara was positioning herself directly in front of me. Moving her hands downward, she grasped the hemline of her loose, floral patterned, summer dress and began to raise it. I could not take my eyes off of her as the material of her panties came into view. Although, I protested, my rapidly growing penis did not agree, and by the look on her face Sara knew it. Then, letting go of her hemline, she turned her back to me. What happened next was beyond belief! Once again, Sara lifted her dress up to waist level and then bent forward. The sight of the scanty, tight, silky, cappuccino coloured panties stretched taught across the cleft of Sara’s bottom was incredible. By now I was hoping that I would be lucky enough to be brought to a climax. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to follow.
Sara, teasing, gradually moved backwards towards me, until her bottom was pressed against the underside of my erect, and quivering, penis. It was at this very moment that I realised that Sara was going to masturbate me against her bottom through the silk of her panties. The sensation, as Sara moved her bum up and down rhythmically, was tremendous. My phallus, sliding back and forth in the panty covered crevice, felt as if it would burst in orgasmic rapture. Within seconds I released a fountain of semen over Sara, but I didn’t want to stop. I clasped my hands around her waist and continued to rub my flagging erection against the smooth plump cheeks of her bottom. But Sara pulled away, wiped away my semen with her hand, and ran screaming from the room. I wondered if the experience was over. The feelings of dread and guilt that were beginning to wash over me were cut short by Juliet’s next words. “Come on Lucy, it’s your turn now,” Juliet yelled, as she reached under her sister’s skirt to ease her knickers down. Lucy looked nervous, but made no effort to resist Juliet, who by this time was undressing her: first her panties, then her blouse and white lace brassiere, and, finally, her skirt. At last Lucy was naked, although at that point I couldn’t see what I wanted because she had raised her right hand and left arm to hide her vulva and nipples, respectively. I held my breath for a second, and then slowly, without prompting, Lucy allowed her arms to drop. Never had I seen such a sight of beauty: she was tall, thin and naturally olive skinned; her flat chest made her look somewhat androgynous.
Lucy, trbling slightly, moved across the room and lowered herself, legs tightly closed, onto the centre cushion of the sofa. Then, peering up at me with her large chocolate eyes, she slid her bottom forward to the edge of the cushion, raised her feet up, and spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. As Lucy lay back on the sofa, she bent her knees and placed her feet on the cushions to either side of where she sat; this afforded me my first perfect view of her quim. Lucy had, what I can only describe as, a very delicate looking vulva; her tight, olive coloured, pouting outer lips, which concealed her inner glory, were clearly visible through a sparse covering of short golden pubic hair. I shuffled across the carpet, by now my pants as well as my trousers were around my ankles, until I stood opposite her. Again, I was becoming aroused, my penis expanding steadily as I flicked a glance from Lucy’s vulva to her eyes and then back.
“Let’s get you really hard again,” Juliet whispered, as she knelt down to the right of me. The touch of Juliet’s hand, sliding upward between my thighs and cupping my now tightening scrotum, made my flesh tingle. She gently squeezed and ticked my scrotum before closing her hand around the length of my twitching semi-erection. Pulling my foreskin back, Juliet moved her head forward and, with mouth wide open, began to lick the fresh, clear droplets of lubricating fluid from the tip of my penis. It did not take long before Juliet closed her lips around the ridge just behind the head of my mber and proceeded to suck, making loud slurping noises as she did so. What I enjoyed most was the delicious way in which she rubed her tongue all around, and especially underneath, the smooth, pulsating, bulbous head of my stiffening phallus. Sadly, however, Juliet had no intention of sucking me to an orgasm; she pulled away, leaving me just on the verge.
It was at this point that I became aware of Sara standing, naked, to the left of me. “Keep rubing him Sara,” Juliet commanded. Sara reached out her left hand and removed me from Juliet’s grip. With slow, deep, strokes she continued to excite me, and as she did so I watched her firm breasts bob up and down. Meanwhile, Juliet had directed her attention towards Lucy’s genitalia. Having rubed an index finger upwards along her vulva, Juliet dipped inside Lucy’s vagina and parted her swollen inner lips. Sara, who was still masturbating me, urged my penis forward until the tip made contact with the ballooning quim before me. Adjusting the angle of my penis with her hand, Sara began to ease its purple head between Lucy’s labia and into her vagina. Most of all, I rber how hot and tight she was, as I tried to push further in. In my desperation, and with the head of my penis sliding against Lucy’s glistening clitoris, I released three spurts of milky semen. Afterwards, I looked down to see my sperm trickle south over Lucy’s vulva and disappear into the crack of her bum. Stupidly, none of us had considered the risks of what we were doing.
Having just experienced a deuce of orgasms, all in the space of thirty minutes, I felt positively exhausted. So, now, from the upright position that I’d been in, I let myself fall forward into Lucy’s waiting arms and, laying over her, nuzzled into her neck, kissing it softly. Then, abruptly, as I listened to her pant for air, I realised that she was still highly aroused. With this realisation, I began to slide my way down her body, pausing to suck, kiss and lick at her tiny, hard, dark brown nipples. Moving onward, I licked, greedily, at her navel, and paid special attention to kissing her tender belly. As my chin stroked against the short, stubly, hair on Lucy’s mons Veneris, I could smell her hot, sweet, vaginal juices. Still on my knees, I placed the palms of my hands on the cheeks of Lucy’s bum (she still had her legs raised and spread wide); in this position it was easy to slip my thumbs between her lips and then part them to reveal the soaked inner lips of her vagina. The temptation to let my tongue glide over the entire length, from perineum to clitoris, of Lucy’s vulva was unbearable.
For a second, I was lost for what to do, but Lucy remedied the situation by taking hold of my left hand and yelling, “Rub me, rub me hard, like this.” With her hand, she directed two of my fingers onto her protruding clitoris and guided me to make small, circular, movements against it. Building up to a wild frenzy of speed, I watched as the tip of my forefinger disappeared under the moist hood of skin, which covered her bubling protrusion. Arching her back, Lucy squealed and, as she did so, forced my fingers up into her contracting vagina until they could go no further. Then, closing her legs tightly, my fingers still inside, she shuddered and subsided.
Feeling a clutching at my arm, I turned to be confronted by Juliet fluttering her eyelashes at me. “It’s time to get serious now, I want to feel you come inside me.” Pushing me onto the floor, Juliet straddled my naked body, and smiling down lifted her pink T-shirt to expose her bare, heaving, breasts to me for the first time. Juliet was as different from Lucy in looks as she was in personality. Unlike Lucy’s long fair hair, Juliet had short, wavy, ebony coloured locks. There was a difference in stature too: Juliet was shorter than Lucy, by about two inches, and had more flesh on her.
Soon, Juliet rose to her feet and dropped the purple, crushed velvet, pyjama bottoms that she wore. Apparently, she wasn’t very keen on underwear; wearing neither a bra, nor, as I could now see, a pair of knickers. And what a lovely sight, her pubic mound: covered, as it was, with thick, black, shiny hair. Sinking into a squat again, her bum resting on my knees, Juliet, with both hands, fondled my resurrected penis; which had sprung up between her thighs. Then, stretching my foreskin back, she held the shaft of my erect mber against the smooth pubic hair, which obscured her vulva. I thought, for one joyous moment, that she was going to pop me inside her, but she wanted something else first.
Quickly, she swung her right leg over me, turning one hundred and eighty degrees, and, parting her buttocks with her fingers, wriggled her bottom down onto my face. Seconds later, her tiny pink anus was squashed against my nose, while her gushing quim splayed open over my mouth. Probing into Juliet’s vagina with my tongue, rubing her clitoris with the soft, wet, inner side of my lower lip, I nibled at her labia. At the same time, Sara straddled me and, squatting on my stomach, reached back to caress the slippery head of my phallus. Then, after stroking her hand very delicately over my scrotum, she slowly inserted a finger into my anus. Not to be outdone by this, I lapped at Juliet’s vulva before moving my head back in order to circle the periphery of her anus with my tongue.
Now, I realised that there was another hand on my aching erection, it was Lucy. “What are you doing?” I heard Sara ask. There was no reply. Instead, Lucy proceeded to locate the head of my penis against Sara’s anus. Sara, to help with this insertion, lent back; and I could feel her stretch open to swallow me. But as I began to enter her, there was a turn of a key in the front door. Cecile was home, and a new adventure was about to begin.
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A Story for my Wife
It feels so Big Now she said.
A Story for my Wife.
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I want to hear any and all sounds, words, moans and gasps you make as well as seeing the look on your face as you move yourself onto all 4's so another guy, with a 9 1/2" to 10" cock, can fuck your ass. I beleave it will go like this . . .
You look at me as your dropping your shoulders down onto the bed and wiggling your ass up high, and I see you looking like a woman full of lust. Then as you feel him crawling up behind you, firmly squeezing the cheeks of your ass, you gasp as you look up at me.
I know you'll gasp out loud and suck in air the very moment you feel the large head of his cock touching your overly excited asshole. But he catches you off guard by pushing 1/2 of his cock into your pussy and pulling it out all the way.
Your pussy spasms as he does this 3 or 4 times, pulling completely out each time. When he pauses for a few minutes, you look up at me and roll your eyes and I can tell your nervious, I can see that you are scared, yet excited.
And then as your feeling his hands rubing baby oil on the cheeks of your ass you begin gripping the mattress hard and when you feel him push the head of his cock in your asshole you make a low, yet deep moan and start 'Hissing' from breathing harder and harder.
He slowly pushes all of his 9 1/2" cock in your asshole and holds it there for a few moments. When you raise your head and look at me your eyes are 1/2 closed and your mouth is opened.
You look amazing to me, very erotic. Then your eyes open wide as he starts pulling his cock back out, All the way. He pauses a few seconds before pushing it back in again.
Now your taking all of his rock hard cock deep into your asshole; all of it. He starts a steady pumping action with his big cock in your ass. You are moaning and I notice that with each of his 'in' pushes you grip the mattress tighter. For almost 15 min. he fucks your ass. He pulls out and leans over and bites your neck as he rubs your pussy. Then he is teasing your ass with his fingers and working on your clit. 5 min. later he stops.
He moves back behind you and as he leans down on your back you feel his throbing cock bouncing on your asshole - I look at you as you softly say, "It feels so big now. Oh God . . ." He takes his right arm and wraps it over your right shoulder and reaches for your Left tittie and pulls you up a little.
Suddenly he bites your shoulder and nibles on your neck. He then says, "That was just a tease. Now I'm going to really fuck you. Ready?" Then with a squeeze on your tittie, and another bite on your shoulder, he thrusts his thick, hard cock deep in your pussy; Hard.
He gives you 5 thrusts then pulls out and quickly pushes his cock completely in your asshole. He put his hands on your shoulders (the top of them) and begins pumping your ass. With each forward thrust he pulls you into him from your shoulders.
And after 15 thrusts he pulls out and moves to your pussy and begins giving you several thrusts and then pulls out only to do the same in your asshole again .
He then stops and puts you on your back with a pillow under your hips and begins licking your pussy wildly. After you have another orgasm he crawls up and puts his cock between your titties.
You wrap your tits around his cock and he fucks your tits and soon squirts cum all over them, as well as on your neck. You rub his cum all over your titties like it was lotion and tell him how awesome it was to watch him cum like that.
Wife Jenny Spanked by a Younger Man
Pretty Wife Jen Has to take a Paddling from a Younger Man
Pretty wife Jenny was nervous, pacing in her living room. No man had even SEEN her bare behind since she married Pete, almost 20 years ago, and today their impossibly arrogant, cocky and handsome young neighbor Dennis was going to redden her married backside! She groaned inside at her predicament, but her husband’s word was law in their house, and since he was away on business for an extended time, and she’d displeased him, there was no way out for the obedient wife once Pete had pronounced sentence.
She didn’t think she’d get screwed, since her loving husband was so jealous of keeping her pussy for his sole pleasure, but she was definitely going to be compromised that day. Bared, and exposed for discipline by the same young hunk she’d slapped, and scolded just a few weeks before when he’d grabed her tight little bottom, and pinched, hard!, that afternoon at the pool. Jenny wondered how hard she’d be made to pay for that angry outburst when Dennis came to her home that day?
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Jen quaked when the doorbell rang, and she felt her pussy clench in anticipation as she moved to answer the door. Dennis was a jerk, and rude to her when they were alone and he could get away with his dirty suggestions, out of huby’s earshot. Pretty Jenny imagined that Dennis, half her age, could nail all the young lovelies he wanted with his handsome looks, and fantastic build, but today she was his quarry, she regretted, and her husband had sentenced her to a hard spanking for being a bad girl, so she knew she was going to end up bare-bottomed, over this detestable young man’s lap, while he had his way with this particular, loyal, married woman.
