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Sara said that she didn’t start to develop into a woman until she was almost 14, whereas I started growing pubs at about 12. When that happened, I had a difficult time facing my sister, or any woman for that matter. It wasn’t until I was 16 when we had our first close and intimate conversation about dating and stuff about the opposite sex. Sooner or later she asked me if I were still a virgin, which I was, and I found out that she was one as well. We started talking about the different people that we’d each like to date, and at some point she admitted that she’s never even seen a guy naked before (well, not since we were kids taking baths at the same time). We sparked up conversations like this throughout the year, getting bolder as we went on.

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As far as what we’d wear around the house, at first, it was conservative clothes all of the time. Eventually, I’d roam the upstairs in just my boxers, and she would sometimes come out of the bathroom with just panties and a bra or a long t-shirt, but usually would wear shorts and a shirt when we went downstairs. Some of our conversations would be in my room just sitting on my bed in our underwear watching TV, or in her room lying in her bed having really long talks.

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Through a very intimate conversation, I admitted that I had a deep fascination with the vagina as she rolled her eyes at me. I told her that I just can’t seem to understand it, what it looks like, its different parts and functions. Apparently, she had the same fascination about erections, and surprisingly, even her own vagina. She told me in the deepest secret that she and her best friend would sometime looked into mirrors at themselves and at each other, and even went so far as to touch each other in experimentation. She also had said that she even practiced kissing and caressing with her. That did it for me. I got a major hard-on which tented the sweat-shorts that I was wearing.

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“Whoa, Tiger, don’t bust a vessel on my account,” she said as she giggled and pointed to my tenting sweat shorts.

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“Sorry, it’s just that when you said that you kissed another girl, I guess it just got me…you know, excited,” I tried to explain in honesty as I reached for something to cover my lap with. “Perhaps we shouldn’t talk about stuff like that,” I lied.

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“Yeah, I don’t think that would go over well with mom and dad if they found out that you got a hard-on while talking to me. It’s a good thing that they’re gone for the evening.”

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“It must be difficult for a guy, in the way that if he gets excited, he can’t hide it,” she stated matter-of-fact like staring out into the distance. “For a girl, we just have to be sure to wear thick shirts. Even then, we can blame the temperature if the setting is right. But if a girl gets too excited and wet, then it can be…well you know.”

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This got me curious, “What do you mean?”

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“Well, you know that when a woman gets excited, she gets wet between her legs, right?”

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“No, I didn’t know that.” I had actually heard that, but I just didn’t believe it coming from a guy in my gym class.

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“Yeah, when a woman gets sexually excited, she’s get wet in anticipation of a man’s erection. And this moisture can seep through her clothes.”

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“Has that ever happened to you?”

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“Uh, well I suppose, yeah. Sure…” I could tell that Sara wanted to say more, but she just bit her lip in that cute girl way and smiled at me sheepishly.

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“What? I know you want to say something. What is it?”

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“Well, what would you say if I were to tell you that I’m a little wet right now?”

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I just about blew my load then. Here’s my little sister telling me that basically she’s just as horny as I am right now. I started squirming in my seat. My breathing became erratic, and I had a difficult time making contact with her sparkling blue eyes. My mind was bellowing with thoughts of her panties getting soaked; it was getting very difficult to keep myself from pulling my erection out in front of her.

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“Do you need to do something about that,” she asked while pointing at my covered lap? “It doesn’t look like it’s all that comfortable. Do you need to shift it or something?”

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“Actually, I should just go into the bathroom and ‘take care of it’. But it’s embarrassing knowing that you know what I’m gonna do.”

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“That’s another reason why I think that it must be difficult for a guy. A girl can move in just the right way, and she’s ‘taken care of’ for the moment.” She shifted her hips a few times and inhaled deeply. “Ahh! Just like that.”

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“You just had an orgasm, just from moving in your seat, and in front of me!?” I couldn’t believe her, and it was really getting to me.

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“Yeah, but it was only a very small one. I can get kinda wild when I have a large orgasm.”

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After she said that I noticed her nipples poking through her t-shirt nightgown. She must’ve caught me gawking at them when she asked, “Have you ever seen a naked girl live before?”

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“No Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just, I’ve got this thing in my pants, and it doesn’t seem to bother you that I have an erection, and you being so open about it all... well, it just is getting to me.” Then she did something totally unbelievable. She took her nightgown off.

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“Well, now you have.”

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I gulped. Then I gulped again. My eyes were glued to her breasts, which at a size B I guess, were the most beautiful sights I’ve ever come across. I stared for a few moments, and then let my gaze wander to her crotch. She was right, when a woman gets excited, she gets wet.

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“You know, you don’t have to go ‘take care of it’ in the bathroom, if you don’t want to.”

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“What? Do it here in front of you????”

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“Well, I’m not embarrassed about you doing it in front of me. I mean, we both know that you ‘need’ to, and we’ll both know if you go to the bathroom to do it. Besides, I’ve never seen a guy’s thing before. I’ve shown you mine, I think that it only be fair if you show me yours.” Then she did something else to get my mind reeling, she opened her legs even farther apart. “As you can see, I need it too. God I’m so horny just knowing that you are sporting a hard-on from our conversation.” She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and pulled her left leg up onto the middle cushion, stretching her chest out giving me a complete showing of her breasts. Her arms kept going backwards, and she grabbed the bottle of lotion off of the end-table. “Here, I’ve been told this helps,” she said as she tossed the lotion to me.

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With my jaw feeling like it might fall off, I just sat and stared at her marvelous body as she softly brought her fingers to just under her left breast, her other hand following in the same fashion to her other breast. I could see her nipples stiffen even more while she stroked the undersides. “Mhmm,” she let out and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back further. Her index finger and thumb met at the apex of her nipples as she pinched them just slightly. I slowly leaned back onto the opposite arm rest of the sofa and brought my right leg up onto the cushion.

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She opened her eyes with this strange look, searing into mine. With a slight struggle in her voice, “Aren’t you going to join me? At least take that pillow out of the way.” Her left hand started to head towards her panties, which were definitely soaked and looked really shear. I could make out her pubic hairs, and the folds of her lips where pressing the material into her crevice. When her hand got to the elastic waist band, they just lingered there as her other hand was going back and forth between her breasts. Slowly her left hand slipped past the waist band and I guess made its way to her vagina because she took in a deep breath and cooed an exhale. She stared back at me with a look that kinda reminded me that she might be upset, hungry, and desperate all at the same time.

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Frustratingly, she growled at me, then got up off of the sofa and in a flash, took her panties off. But before I could take a good look at her goods, she reached to my lap and took the pillow away. Then she said, “Stand up!” like she was a mad woman. Begrudgingly I obeyed. When I got to my feet, she grabbed my shorts and underwear, and in one motion yanked them to my knees, not taking care that my hard-on got caught in the waist bands. When my erection sprang free, it whacked her on the face. At first, I thought that she was disgusted with the act of my erection coming into contact with her face, but she just sat there on her knees with her hands on my shorts, which were still around my calves, and her eyes glued to my bobbing hard-on.

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“Does it hurt,” she asked with a gleam in her eye, and a wicked grin?

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“Kinda, but mostly because…well, you know.” Everything was still in that shock and awe stage between us. As a matter of fact, I had to concentrate really hard to remember each detail; I’ve even had to persuade my sister to help me write this. We’ve spoken of many things between us, but none of our conversations included personal sexuality until that day.

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Still staring at my engorged penis, Sara breathes heavily. Twitching just inches from her mouth, I feel her hot breath on it.

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“Will you show me,” she begs? “Will you show me what it looks like when you cum?”

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For the first time in our young lives, I heard my sister say a word that couldn’t be spoken in front of anyone with the likes of our parents. As I registered her request, my erection twitched hard again, and more pre-cum leaked from its tip. I looked past the head, and a bit farther than her hard pointed breasts, and took notice that her hand was busy rubbing herself. That, mysteriously, was all that I needed, and a spurt of semen escaped me forcefully across the air, and onto her chin. She reflexively jerked backwards as another volley landed on her neck, and the next on her chest close to her left breast where her hand was busy pinching her nipple, and yet more squirted out onto her….volley after volley landed on her in the most exotic, erotic and beautiful fashion than I could ever imagine.

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Through my half closed eyes, which were straining to maintain control against being pushed into the back of my head, I noticed that her hips started to buck against her hand wildly. Then I heard her start off with a very low moan that escaladed into a high pitched scream all the while she kept falling backwards towards the television. When her back hit the floor, she raised her hips high into the air and humped her hand while screaming words that I never knew that she knew.

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“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! FUCK!! HOLY SHIT!! GAWWDDDD!!!! I’M CUMMING JOHN, I’M CUMMING SO HARD. FUCK!!!!” She kept yelling over and over as her head slammed from side to side. She had to brace her head with her arm to keep it from slamming the floor too hard. “I’M CUMMING!! I’M CUMMING!! *large inhaling breath* I’M CUMMING!! I’M CUMMING! I’M Cumming! I’m Cumming! I’m cumming.”

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During all of this, she kept humping her hips higher and higher into the air; all the while I kept squirting my semen onto her. She even raised her hips high enough to have the back of her wildly rubbing hand touch my testicles. Soon her wild and loud screaming started to wane off, and then something happened that I never even knew was possible, she started squirting a stream of liquid from her vagina directly at my middle thigh. We both later found out that it was ejaculation; something of which we were both new to, as it came from a woman.

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As her hips started to return to the floor, I realized that I was holding my breath. Exhaling with a huge grunt, I started to waiver a bit because of my legs feeling like they were giving out. I fell to my knees in front of her, and braced myself against the middle cushion of the sofa behind me. Unbelievably, I just stared in complete awe at her while our breaths were returning to normal. She continued to rub herself and pinch her nipples, but with more grace than anything else.

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When she finally opened her eyes, she sheepishly involuntarily pulled her knees together, which were blocked by my body.

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“Holy Fuck that was awesome. Never in my life had I ever experienced such a powerful orgasm,” she breathed heavily.

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When I could finally muster up enough strength and courage, I spoke at last, “I never experienced that before!”

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“What, doing it in front of a girl?”

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“No…well that too. But I’ve never experienced and orgasm….without touching myself.”

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“Oh yeah, that’s right. I was just too busy to notice. Don’t guys normally have to ‘wank’ or ‘jerk’ it for a while before they cum?”

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“I still can’t get used to you saying the word ‘cum’. And yeah, every time that I do it, I have to stroke at it for like a half hour before I cum; and even then, I’ve never cum that much before.”

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“Cum. Fuck. Shit. Pussy. Cock. Blowjob. Fuck me in the ass now damn it. Screw my brains out!! – How do those words work for you coming from your younger sister?”

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Somehow, hearing those words, she was breathing new life to my still hard penis. She took notice to this as well as she peered down the length of her body, past her hand which was still softly rubbing her. “Aren’t you supposed to go soft after you ejaculate or something?”

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“Yeah, another new thing to me – that’s never happened before.” I tried to think of something intellectual to say, but all that was happening was me staring at her smearing my cum around her breasts. Then, as though it were just an experimental thing to do, she scooped up a small amount on her fingers, and brought it to her mouth. Letting it dangle like a noodle, she let it drip onto her tongue. God that was such an exquisite site to my eyes, I could almost feel the need to cum again.

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I will most probably be a sleep when you come home. Morgan gave her Mum a peck on the cheek.

Goodnight dear, her Mum replied, see you in the morning.

As she climbed the stairs her Dad passed her, goodnight love he pecked her on the cheek, be a good girl for Uncle Joey, he chided.

Oh Dad you know I will, have a good time  and se you in the morning.

 

Morgan went to her room, stopping and listening by the bathroom door, she heard Uncle Joey singing and the water running from the shower.

Just after she got to her room, she heard Uncle Joey walk past her bedroom door, Very soon she heard her Mum and Dad call out to her saying they were of, Uncle Joey called out he would only be about 30 minutes or so.

Morgan quickly jumped into the shower and was soon fresh and dry, towelling her body, she noticed that she had goose bumps all over her young body, and her stomach was fluttering.

 

She heard the car pulling into the driveway; quickly she pulled on her white bathrobe. Trembling with anticipation, she lay in her bed waiting for her Uncle Joey to come to her room.

 

The door to her room swung open and Uncle Joey came into the room, he was swinging his arms like an ape. Morgan screamed and laughed so loud;

Where is my pretty he called out in a sing song voice?

Morgan giggled and trembled as he came up to the bed and grabbed her sides tickling her.

To an outsider, they would think she was being murdered.

As he waddled over to her bed, she saw his cock swinging towards her.

She felt the wetness between her legs; she was looking forward to feeling it in her small hands.

 

Oh Uncle Joey, Morgan exclaimed you are so silly.

Call me Joey, I think it is better for us both, and when I am finished with you, you will feel more like a women, Joey said?

Now would you like to play with Freddie? Joey asked her pointing at his cock which was now growing rapidly.

 

Morgan's trembling fingers wrapped around the thick cock which was growing in front of her face, can I lick Freddie for you Joey, she said smiling at him.

The name Freddie was her choice she thought it sexier to give it a name like she named her dolls.

Morgan bent her head forward, her tongue touching the tip of Joeys now bulbous 9” throbbing cock, she tasted the droplets of pre-cum dribbling from the bulbous head, it was salty but she liked the taste.

 

Grabbing Morgan's blonde hair he shoved her mouth down onto his thick cock, come on slut suck Freddie he gasped.

Morgan did as she was told, Joey began to fuck her mouth, at the same time he shoved his hands into her wet crotch, his fingers furrowing into her tight virgin cunt, at the same time he was ramming his monster cock into the back of her throat.

Morgan gagged and bit down on Joeys cock, then sucked his monster harder to the roof of her mouth.

Joey could not hold it much longer, he gasped as he pulled his throbbing manhood from her mouth, and blasted his cum all over her face.

 

Morgan was in clover, she had got Joey to cum on her, she could feel his fingers pulling her little clitoris, and then she felt her body jerk and snap as her juices poured from her.

Oh Joey that was the best yet, lets do it again please she cajoled.

Morgan we can’t if we get caught I will be in big trouble, and so will you

 

Please Joey, I want you to put Freddie inside my wet cunt, you promised.

If you’re sure that’s what you want to do Morgan, Joey letting his libido take over from his anxiousness, about how young she was.

By now Freddie had grown back to tent pole size, Joey rubbed the head of Freddie against Morgan's slit, and he could feel her juices mix with his pre cum. Spreading her legs wide, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her wet cunt, god she was so tight. Slowly he pushed at her wet cunt, gaining a little more depth, Joey could feel the muscles of her tight virgin sheath contract and hold his now enormous cock.

 

Morgan grimaced, but she pushed herself down onto his turgid cock, again she pushed and felt as if he was tearing her insides out.

Suddenly she felt a wave of pain which almost devoured her whole being, before she could scream, her body started to convulse with a feeling she would never ever forget.

 

It felt as if someone had set off a fireworks display inside her head and body, she felt her juices pour out of her and at he same time, she felt the explosion from Joeys cock inside her with her own juices.

 

Joey pulled away from Morgan; he was already regretting what had happened. Promise me you will not tell anyone what we have done tonight, Please Joey almost shouted.

 

Joey it will be alright, I wanted you to fuck me, and I am as sure as hell not going to tell anybody, because I want to do it with you again and again, Morgan said.

 

 

 

 

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Morgan expands: Chapter 2

 

The sun was strong in her eyes; it caused her to blink stretching her lithesome body, she fought to bring herself back to reality.

She had been cramming her books for three whole days now and she was getting fed up with the arduous task she had set herself.

She desperately wanted to prove to her father that she could do well at this school; he was still unsure whether she could hack it.

 

Since the escapade with Joey, and the problems at school, she had been on the back foot.

It was not all her fault, the teacher Ms Fuller was to blame.

After all said and done, she felt that Ms Fuller had led her on and caused the problems herself.

 

Morgan was proud to have been selected for the Hockey team; Ms Fuller was both a County and International player, who played regularly for her country.

The first day Morgan turned up for training, Ms Fuller picked her out and began to take a special interest in her.

 

Morgan had just had her thirteenth birthday; she was tall and willowy with piercing green eyes, natural long blonde hair. Her Hockey gear showed off her long legs to perfection, her narrow waist and budding breasts set her out from the crowd of girls who had turned up for the first practise.

 

After a gruelling hour of tactics and practise, the girls were herded into the shower rooms to clean themselves up; ready for the next lesson they were due for.

Morgan never the bashful type was first into the steaming hot shower area and was almost through before the other girls came in.

She quickly scampered away to the dressing room as the others filed into shower, being alone in the room towelling herself dry, she did not notice Ms Fuller watching her every move.

 

Ms Fuller was breathing heavily through flared nostrils her chest heaving at the sight of the nubile young girl, rubbing her body dry in front of her.

She wished it were her hands that were rubbing Morgan's body dry, her own mouth was dry with anticipation, she was racking her brains trying to decide how to get closer to this gorgeous girl.

 

Morgan was oblivious to the ogling she was getting from Ms Fuller; she carried on getting herself ready for the next lessons.

Ms Fuller called out to Morgan, you were very good today Morgan, how do you like Hockey?

 

I really enjoyed it, Morgan replied with great enthusiasm.

Would you like to take on a Master class Ms Fuller asked her?

Oh yes please, Morgan gushed so proud and happy to have been selected. Who will be teaching us Ms Fuller, Morgan enquired?

Me of course silly, and when we are not in formal school, you may call me Fran. As my given name is Francis, my parents never like to hear my name shortened, but I did, so call me Fran OK.

 

Yes Fran, Morgan mumbled, a little in awe of her. When do we start asked Morgan?

On Saturday morning she replied, ask your Mum and Dad if it is ok, I will pick you up on my way to the stadium.

 

Morgan arrived home, and could not wait to tell her parents the news about the Hockey master class, her Mum was pleased, her Father was a little put out, thinking he would be landed with the taking and fetching from the Stadium. Morgan told him that Ms Fuller was going to pick her up and drop her back, with that her Father was very pleased and gave hr a big hug. Joey had gone away for a months training course at his work and she was missing him dreadfully.

 

Saturday came, and Morgan was on her way to the stadium with Fran, when they arrived they found that the Hockey master class had been cancelled due to damage on the all weather pitch.

Morgan was very disappointed, Fran suggested that they practice at her fathers home which was a mile from where Morgan lived, he has large playing courts for the county tennis club, we could practice there, it would be a pity to waste the morning now that we were prepared said Fran.

Morgan agreed, and they set off in Fran’s car. They arrived at Fran’s fathers estate and Morgan was surprised at how big it was, they stopped outside a summer house come pavilion.

Get your stuff and we can change inside Fran said? 

Soon they were in there Hockey kit and both of them, were hard at practising passing and shooting at goal.

Morgan was very adept for her age; she had a natural ability to judge distance and speed.

Quite soon, she had Fran almost out of breath, having been chased all around the pitch.

 

After an hour Fran stopped for the day, come on we can change and shower in the House.

Oh its ok, I can shower at my house when I get home Morgan said.

No way you need to shower here, otherwise you could catch a chill Fran scolded gently.

 

In the big house, Fran showed Morgan to her bedroom where she had an on suite Bath/Showeroom.

Take your time everyone is out, so we will not be disturbing anybody will we, Fran said?

 

Morgan in her usual way, was undressed and in the shower in a flash. Fran equally as fast walked into the shower, you don’t mind if we share do you Morgan?

Morgan was a little embarrassed, she looked at Fran’s milky white skin  her pointed breast’s also fascinated her.

Haven’t you seen another girl’s body before, Fran asked?

Sorry, Morgan said hanging her head with embarrassment; I did not mean to stare.

That is all right, you do not have to be embarrassed, after all, and we are both girls aren’t we asked Fran?

 

Morgan looked up at Fran; she saw that Fran was soaping her breasts and that she was staring at Morgan.

Would you soap my back please Fran asked Morgan.

Timidly Morgan took the soap and flannel and began to rub soap all over Fran's shoulders.

 

Fran turned around to face Morgan, now my front she said with authority. Meekly Morgan's hands began to knead the soap around the pert globes in front of her, she could feel the nipples hardening, she could see that Fran's nostrils were flaring and her breathing was getting heavier.

 

Are you OK Ms, I mean Fran.

Yes I am fine. Now, let me have the flannel it is your turn now, Fran stammered.

 

Fran's hands roamed across Morgan's shoulders, and around her small budding breasts.

Morgan felt her pussy getting wet from the attention Fran was giving her nipples.

Fran's fingers went between Morgan's thighs and rubbed the crease of her wet pussy, someone likes the shower Fran smiled.

Morgan's legs began to buckle from the waves of excitement she was getting from Fran's fingers.

Lets go into my room she whispered seductively into Morgan's ear, she guided Morgan from the shower encapsulated in a big thick bath towel.

 

Pushing Morgan onto her back on the luxurious bed, Fran began to massage Morgan's legs and her thighs.

The towel came away from Morgan's lithe body, Fran spread Morgan's legs wide and bent down to her wet slit, her tongue darting in and out of her wet snatch, like a viper.

 

Morgan gasped as her body shook from the delights of Fran's tonguing.

Fran rolled away for a second, as she put her hand into her bedside draw and came out with a white dildo which was floppy but rigid.

 

Pressing the on button Fran's raised the vibrating tip to Morgan's small breasts, almost immediately her nipples sprung up like two little stalks, Morgan gasped and twisted her body wanting more from this wonderful machine.

You like this little toy, asked Fran?

Oh yes, Morgan gasped.

Fran steered the white poker down over Morgan's stomach, and she pushed it against her wet slit, catching the tip of her throbbing clit.

 

Morgan arched her body upwards trying to meet the vibrating phallus, she was almost begging with her body language.

Fran gently pushed the white poker into her wet slit, travelling over her engorged clit she found her open lips and pushed the dildo deep inside her body.

 

Morgan’s body went rigid, and then it began to tremble in tune with the vibrating poker inside her wet cunt. She bucked as her vaginal muscles trapped the white poker inside her small body.

 

Then through a haze of red and blue mist, Morgan felt her inner being at the beginning of an eruption which cascaded throughout her whole insides.

Culminating in a massive orgasm, the like she had never ever anticipated or thought could happen.

Fran was very surprised at he reaction from Morgan's rampant body, she had attached her lips to Morgan's small breasts, and she could feel her nipples hardening then elongating with the passions coursing through her small delightful body.

 

As the orgasm subsided, Morgan could only feel a strange numbness through out her being. As if she had totally exhausted her whole body, then the tingling started to take over, the whole of her body.

 

Fran looked at the fragile young girl on her bed, and was filled with a great passion and need for more of Morgan's gorgeous body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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She just giggled a little, smiled at me, and gave me another kiss pulling us tighter together.  I was so fucking horny that I just reacted with wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her back.  I thought that I would cum in my pants right then!

 

A feeling of dread washed over me as I realized the “birds and bees” speech was about to happen.  I had been fucking my girlfriend every day after school before her mom and sister got home for the past 9 months or so.  I already knew everything.  The last thing I needed was the same speech from my substitute mom when my dick was raging hard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                          

 

 I had just turned of age but you wouldn’t know it by the look of me. I had hips that accentuated my narrow waistline and my breasts already filled a B-cup; Hair was beginning to sprout in places it never had before. I was really quite proud of the figure now reflected to me by the bathroom mirror as I ran my hands over it looking for any new changes. I didn’t hear Matt come bounding down the stairs and turned to find him starring wide-eyed at my naked form. “Matt, get out of here!” I cried. Blushing his eyes turned slowly to the floor as he left the room pulling the door shut behind him. I suppose I should have expected it as an old house like this did not afford one much privacy.

 We lived in a century-plus old home that still had an oil-fired boiler in the clay basement. The rooms were small and cramped for the most part. My parent’s bedroom was in the front of the house off the living room. The living room merged onto the office/den area was than merged with the kitchen. Mom’s sewing room was off the den and the only bathroom in the house was off the kitchen. In the bathroom was a door that opened onto a set of stairs that led to the attic, which had been converted to a pair of bedrooms for my brother and I. Only problem was my brother had to walk through my bedroom to get to the stairs and as I grew older I became more self-conscious about each trek.

 My brother, who is a couple years older than me, is quite the techno-nerd. He always had his nose buried in a book or he was bent over his workbench building one of his engineering projects. He was tall and lanky for his age but had the most infectious grin, which could light up a room. When he wasn’t in school he was involved in some project the local community theater was putting on. He worked as a stagehand helping to build and paint the sets. I had ballet lessons after school three days a week and contemporary dance on the other two. Our mom kept us busy and didn’t allow television in the home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom but she really loaded on the after school activities. We rarely had time for fun and were at a loss for what to do with ourselves when we did have free time. I suppose that is probably why what happened, did.

 I had noticed my brother was acting strange lately and tried to chalk it up to curiosity. I would catch glimpses of him peeking at me when I changed or took a shower. I swear he would take every opportunity to bump into me or brush up against me. With our living arrangements he had a lot of opportunities.

 I remember it was on one particularly cold December Night that I climbed in to bed after piling it high with quilts. The heap of quilts didn’t seem to be much help in warding off the winter chill as I lay shivering in my bed. In the darkness I heard my brother’s door open and the quick patter of his feet on the bare wooden floor, which drew to a halt at my bedside. “Sis, mind if I join you, it’s awful cold?” came his request out of the darkness. We had slept together in previous years so I didn’t see a problem. I raised the covers to allow him to crawl in and he was in, in a flash. Pressing his shivering form against my own. His shivering become more pronounced and from the darkness I heard his voice ask, “Mind if I hold you?” I sighed and rolled over to face him wrapping my arms around his quivering form. “Go to sleep!” I ordered and I felt his head nod an agreement as I drifted off. I remember how safe and warm I felt in his embrace. I don’t know how long I had been asleep but I woke to the oddest sensation of warmth spreading through my body and my heart was racing. I found one leg had fallen back to allow a hand to insinuate itself between my legs, one finger was rubbing a bump there ever so gently. That’s when I realized one side of my nightgown had been pulled up to my hip. I asked Matt, “What’s happening?” He replied, “Am I hurting you? I’ll stop if I am.” I had to think about that for a bit. Whatever he was doing it felt good and I really didn’t want him to stop. “No, don’t stop,” came my raspy reply. As time passed I found my heart raced faster and my breathing came in shot quick gasps, ripples traveled across my belly. “It would feel even better with out our clothes on, you know?” he said. As I thought about this I heard him say, “You trust me don’t you?” That was a stupid question, of course I did. I sat up and pulled of my nightgown and I lay back down to turn and hold him again and found he was naked as well. I liked the feel of his bare skin touching mine and snuggled closer to him. I felt something brush between my legs and insinuate itself against the folds of my womanhood. I swear it throbbed against me. Now it was Matt’s turn to have difficulty breathing and this worried me (as Matt was seriously asthmatic). Quietly I asked him, “Are you all right?” “No,” came his reply, “I need you to help me,” he blurted. I asked him how and he replied that he would show me. He pushed me on my back and lay on top of me. “Open your legs,” he demanded. As I did so I felt his hand fumbling between our legs and something pressed against my pee hole forcing its way in. It felt as if he was splitting me in two and I told him he was hurting me and to stop. His breathing was getting really erratic and I heard him say accusingly, “I thought you wanted to help me.” Guiltily I replied, “I do.” “Than let me do this, you’ll see,” he rasped. Our pause had allowed my body to grow accustomed to this intruder. Again he pushed more of his girth into me and I felt my body struggle to accommodate him. The next push he seemed to bounce off an obstruction causing me to winch and wrap arms around his neck. Frustrated, I felt him draw back and his muscles tense as he lunged forward tearing the obstruction apart and causing me to bite down on his shoulder and tears rolled down my face. The pain had peaked, it now began to recede and I found myself trying to raise my body to meet his thrusts. Each time he thrust in he would withdraw more slowly only to thrust in harder and faster with each stroke. The world around me faded away until my entire mind was focused on the wonderful feelings this interloper was evoking in me. I felt warmth, which became a growing flame deep within my body. His pole’s thrust fanning the flames of my desire. The deeper he drove, the deeper I wanted him too. I was disappointed when he withdrew and rejoiced when he drove back into me. My hands stretched behind me to anchor my body and give me leverage to raise my hips tilting my pelvis up to meet his harder and faster.  I was having difficulty catching my breath and the muscles in my body were drawn taut by my desire to achieve, what? I finally felt his pubic hair entangle with my own and thought he would stop. I was wrong he became a man possessed, he would pull his pole almost out of me only to drive it in with all his might driving the wind out of me. Whatever he was doing, my body was helping him do it. By now both of us were gasping and groaning. Something changed deep within me and I felt the tip of his pole swell and something hot slammed into my body triggering a series of uncontrolled muscle spasms in my body. I opened my mouth to scream with joy and his mouth covered mine his tongue battling with mine. My arms shot around his neck and I held on for dear life as we sank back on the bed. We lay there for what seemed hours wrapped in each other’s arms his pole now shrinking in my body. He was my brother and I loved him for the gift he had shown me. Only thing I asked, “Could we do it again?” and I felt his pole begin to grow again.

Normally, Jennifer would have been absolutely shocked at such a sight, and maybe fled from the house in a hysterical outcry. But in reality, she turned out to be hypnotized the moment she saw her own son lying there, completely naked and with a very juicy looking cock ready for action.

The moment she saw it, she knew her fantasy would indeed come true and she would have no will power to deny herself this treat.

They had sucked, licked and fucked that evening, for hours; and they had said very nasty things to each other. Sexual things; perverted things. They never let go of the fact that they were mother and son but they actually used that information to whip each other up to even higher levels of arousal. And all that while her husband, his father, was watching and jacking off.

The day after, and the day after that, Jennifer and Mark continued fucking each other silly.

They had fucked in missionary again, and they had also fucked in the doggie style position, in the cowgirl position (Jennifer riding on top facing Mark), the reverse cowgirl position (Jennifer riding on top facing his feet), and they had fucked in the spoon position. They had even fucked while standing, with Mark holding his mother up with his arms underneath her legs and Jennifer holding on to him around the neck like a monkey. Tim had at one point stuffed his cock in Jennifer’s mouth as his son was again busy pounding her without mercy.

Today, Mark was yet again fucking Jennifer in doggie style, when a new proposition was made.

As his hips were smashing into his mother’s ass, and his rock hard cock was drilling into Jennifer’s buttery, dripping cunt like a piston, Mark heard his mother say the words.

“Please Mark. I want you to fuck my ass, baby. Please shove your cock up my butt.”

Mark stopped pounding, and for a split second felt a yet not experienced level of perversity course through his body. Fuck his mother in the ass? Not in her cunt, but in her butt? How perverted would that be? Not to just have hot monkey sex with his own mom, but to actually stick his cock in that most intimate of holes. His mother wanted him there, to have him fuck her there.

He looked down at his mother, on hands and knees, sweating. He looked at the juicy, plump, round buttocks pressed against his hips and he looked between her cheeks, at the pucker of his mother’s ass. It winked at him.

The brown, wrinkled anus of his mother was winking at him as if inviting him to give it a try.

Suddenly he knew that he did not just want to fuck it; to stick his cock in it and screw his mother in the butt.

No, his increased interested in it told him he needed to know more about it. He needed to feel it with his fingers, he needed to smell it, maybe even taste it. The idea of fusing his lips to his mother’s most intimate hole sent a thunderous shiver down his body, as if struck by 220 Volts of electricity.

“You want me to fuck your ass, mom?”

“Yessss…”

“You want me to stick my cock in that tight butt of yours and drill my fat dick in and out, just like I’ve been doing to your cunt?”

“Oh God, fuck yesss…”

“Your own son, mom. Are you saying you want your own son, your own flesh and blood, to fuck your asshole? To shove his meat up your shitter and pound it hard?”

“Baby, please…”

“Tell me, mom. Tell me if you’re saying that you want your OWN SON, your OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, to fuck your ASSHOLE. That you want your OWN SON to shove his fat dick up your shitter and pound it hard.”

Jennifer understood what her son wanted from her; that he wanted her to express as succinct as possible in words what her feelings were. If she could express what she felt, how hot she felt, he wanted her to find the words to use to express it.

“Christ yes. I do. I want my own son to shove his juicy, fat fucking cock up my horny shit hole and to fuck his mother in the ass harder than he’s ever fucked anything before.”

“Well mom, I don’t think you’re quite ready for it yet. Your asshole is not quite ready for such a relentless pounding, mom. What do you suppose I could do to prepare it for such a hard pounding; to make sure it will be able to handle it?”

“I don’t know what you mean, baby?”

“Oh, but I think you do, mom. I think if you just think about it for a second, you know what I could do to make sure your ass is ready, to make sure it won’t get…chafed, or something like that. Something to make it slicker, more slippery. You know what that could be, don’t you mom?”

“Maybe…You could…”

“What, mom? I could what? What could I do? Tell me.”

“Lick it…” Jennifer groaned and shivered as she said the words, knowing what they meant and how depraved it was.

“Lick what, mom? You’ll have to be more specific. What do you want me to lick to make your ass ready?”

“My asshole, Mark. Goddamn it. Yessss… I want you to lick my asshole and make it wet so you can slide your cock in it and fuck me hard. Stick your tongue up your whore-mother’s butt and make it slippery.”

“If that’s what you think is best, mom. If you want your own son to stick his tongue up your ass then that’s what I’ll have to do.”

Mark retreated and his cock came out of his mother’s cunt with an audible slurp, her red hot slit hanging open lewdly and a thick drop of pussy juice clinging to her clit, tickling it. Her asshole twitching in anticipation, Jennifer reached back with both hands while resting her upper body on her head and shoulders, and grabbed a meaty buttock in each hand, pulling them wide apart and stretching the humid crack of her ass. She panted into the pillow as she somehow ‘felt’ her son move into position. She felt it by the draft that his movements caused against her hyper sensitive snatch and the sudden appearance of his hot breath against her crotch area.

The notion of being so utterly, nastily exposed to her very own son, his face near her naked cunt and ass, made Jennifer’s slit quiver. To have the odors of her two most intimate orifices available to her own offspring made her feel deliciously wanton. Her son could do anything he wanted to his own mother’s pussy and butt. He could touch them, smell them, taste them, and fuck them. As far as Jennifer was concerned, her pussy and ass belonged to him whenever they were having sex.

Again a shiver went through her sweating body at the thought of it. ‘Her cunt and ass belong to her own son to do with as he pleases,’ Jennifer thought over and over again and reveled in the perversity of it. Feeling Mark’s hot breath wash over her sensitive and worn out cunt and against the humid crack of her ass made her feel sexual beyond imagination.

‘Stick it in,’ was all that went through her mind at one point. ‘Stick your tongue up my butt. Stick your tongue up your mother’s butt.’

But Mark was in no hurry. He was enjoying the moment for his own pleasure. He smelled his mother’s cunt, its rose shaped opening contracting and relaxing and a bead of juice clinging lazily to her pink, swollen clit. He smelled the funky, intoxicating odor of her ass. At the height of passion Mark always understood what dogs found appealing about sniffing ass.

The wrinkled anus of his mother contracted and relaxed as her pussy opening did simultaneously. As it contracted it pulled the dark, soft skin around her anus to the middle and the sphincter muscles bulged into a pucker. Then it relaxed until the slightest of openings was visible, giving a hint of its pink inside.

Mark smelled and sniffed like a horny dog; he smelled his mother’s ass, breathing in the perverse scent of her butt and loving it. On the other end Jennifer bit her lower lip and grabbed hands full of pillow, knowing her son was smelling her down there, taking in the essence coming from her asshole.

She squeezed her sphincter deliberately, inviting him. Inviting him to do anything he wanted.

She could lay there and have her son smell her ass for hours, but she hoped he would start touching it soon. It didn’t matter to her at that point if he would start touching it with his finger, his tongue or his cock. As long as he would touch it, and make the itch go away; to make her feel hot and whorish for having her son make some kind of skin contact with that nasty hole.

It was right at that moment that Mark gave her what she craved, by firmly planting his wet tongue right on top of her bung. Her head snapped back in a sudden surge of lust as she first felt the wetness and softness of her son’s tongue pushing against her sensitive asshole. She clawed into her buttocks as she felt his warm facial cheeks pushing against her own hind cheeks, his hot breath coursing through the valley of her ass cleft, and his slick and slippery tongue circling around her anus. He tasted her now, Jennifer thought. He was actually tasting his own mother’s ass. Jennifer sighed and bit into the pillow, pulling at it with her teeth, as she lost herself in passion with this new feeling and perversity. Her toes curled and her asshole snapped, trying to suck at the flat surface of her son’s tongue as it lathered out a layer of spit onto Jennifer’s pucker.

“Ohhhh….Goddddd…” Jennifer cried hoarsely into the pillow. “Oh baby, that feels so fucking good. Lick my ass, oh fuck.”

Jennifer pulled her knees further up underneath her, making her round butt stick out more. She bent her lower back, spread her legs underneath and ground her ass back and up as to open up her crotch area even more to her son, hoping he wouldn’t miss any spot.

Mark was now licking from bottom to top through her butt cleft as if licking an ice cream cone. Starting at her cunt, he dragged the flat of his tongue upward until he ended up near her tailbone, leaving a thick trail of spit in the odorous crack of her ass. Jennifer could feel a cold draft against the wetness between her butt cheeks whenever Mark would momentarily take his face from between her quivering globes. But then she again felt the hotness of his breath and the wet warmth of his tongue washing over her needy anus.

“Do you like it, mom? Do you like feeling your son’s tongue licking your hot juicy ass? Do you like to feel me licking the crack of your ass? Such a nasty woman you are, mom. Pushing your ass back into your son’s face, wanting to feel his tongue against your naked butt hole.”

“Jesus, Mark. You lick my fucking asshole so good. Please keep doing it. Keep licking your mother’s asshole. Taste it, baby. Taste mommy’s shit hole. Your tongue feels so fucking hot on my ass.”

“Do you want me to fuck it, mom? With my tongue? Do you want me to fuck your asshole with my tongue, mom? Drill my tongue deep into your butt and fuck it hard and fast and deep?”

“Oh fuck, yesss. Fuck my butt with your mouth, baby. With your tongue. Stick that tongue deep in my asshole, honey. Tongue fuck my ass, baby. Please.”

“Pull your ass wide apart, mom,” Mark ordered his mother. Jennifer did so, and her crack stretched out widely as did her anus which slightly opened up to expose the pink caverns inside.

Mark pointed his tongue and drilled it into his mother’s ass tunnel as deep as it would go, which was not very deep at this point, but deep enough to make Jennifer thrash on the bed as she felt her son’s tongue invade her bowels. Accompanied with the squishing sounds of a spit-lubricated tongue forcing itself into a tight anus, Mark speared into his mother’s shit pipe again and again, somehow being able to dig deeper and deeper with each thrust, his saliva acting as a guiding lubricant. At one point the retreat of his tongue would come with the sounds of a small plop as the vacuum was broken, and his mother’s asshole would gape open and slowly close right until it was stretched out again by a new invasion of his tongue. Mark’s face forced itself tightly between Jennifer’s warm globes again and again, his nose pressed flatly against the humid crack of her ass, and his tongue would disappear deeper and deeper into his mother’s backdoor, which itself was helping by sucking his tongue deeper as it entered.

“Fuck my fucking asshole with your tongue, Mark,” Jennifer screamed. “Butt fuck me with your nasty tongue. Drill it in, baby. Drill it in deep. Eat my juicy fucking ass, honey. Eat out mommy’s nasty ass like a good boy. Oh fuckkkk…It’s going so deep. Rim me good, baby. Rim your mother good. Can you feel my ass sucking on it, Mark? Can you feel my butt sucking your tongue in?”

Jennifer was beside herself with wanton lust and was spewing the most perverse obscenities she could manage to come up with. The pillow was soaked were her mouth was biting and licking it, and soaking up the drool that was dripping from her mouth as she floundered in her own cesspool of incestuous depravity.

Mark pulled his tongue from her gaping anus and spat into it, the wad of white, foamy spit running into the pink caverns behind her opening.

“You want my tongue in your ass, mom?” Mark asked mysteriously.

“Oh Mark, you know I do. Please stick it back in.”

“Why don’t you work for it now, mom?” Mark said with a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stick my tongue out, and you fuck it by humping my mouth with your ass. Fuck your own ass on my tongue, mom.”

“Oh, you’re mean, Mark. But I don’t care. As long as you stick out your tongue as far as you can, I’ll fuck it. If you want I’ll hump your face like a real mother slut.”

“I’m gonna stick my tongue out, mom. And if you want my tongue up your ass you better work that butt up against my face.”

“I will,” Jennifer groaned lustfully. “I’ll fuck your face with my ass. Just stretch that tongue out as far as possible so I can feel it as deep as possible up my asshole.”

As husband and father Tim was jacking off and watching in a chair somewhere in the room where he was usually forgotten by his wife and son as they played out their nasty fantasies, the perverted spectacle became ever transgressive. How could you describe the action of a mother on hands and knees, and naked on her marital bed, moving her body back and forth as fast as she could to fuck her own butt hole on her very own son’s stationary, outstretched tongue? It was beyond merely the obscenity of a woman craving an ass rimming by working her own rump back and forth into a man’s face. It was also beyond the depravity of a mother having her shitter eaten out by her own son. It was a combination of both which is more than the sum of its parts. A mother, who craves to feel of her very own son’s tongue tunneling into her ass pucker so much that she moans as she moves her own ass into her son’s steady face just so she can get to feel that pointed tongue spearing into her wanting backdoor. A mother doing all the work to get her son’s tongue inside her bowels.

“Oh God, oh God…” Jennifer whined as she bumped her ass into her son’s face. Her plump butt cheeks loudly slapped into Mark’s cheeks and his spit laden tongue drilled into her tight ass tunnel as Jennifer forced her odorous crack against his mouth.

“Keep your tongue out, baby. Keep it out far so I can fuck my butt with it. I wanna feel your tongue inside my shit-box so deeply I can’t stand it. Can you feel my asshole squeeze your tongue, honey? Can you feel mommy’s ass envelop and squeeze around your tongue?”

Mark, having more than he could take, wrapped his arms around his mother’s thighs, pulled her ass as tightly into his face as he could, and used all the power his wet tongue could muster up to drill itself as deeply into his mother’s anal caverns as it would go. Jennifer humped and rotated her butt against her son’s face, and alternately squeezed and relaxed her sphincter muscles around his forcefully invading tongue. Muffled slurping sounds emanated from between Mark’s mouth and his mother’s invaded, sucking shit hole.

Mark’s tongue came from the gaping, slowly closing asshole with a slights plop and he told his mother to keep her ass stretched open, after which the 19 year old son spat a fat glob of warm spit onto his mother’s twitching anus.

With a lustful grimace on her face, Jennifer tightly grabbed a soft butt globe in each hand and stretched her crack and asshole wide open, waiting for what was to come.

And she knew what was to come when she when her son’s mushroom shaped cock knob pressing against the wrinkled rim of her asshole.

“OH FUCK, YEAH…” Jennifer screamed partially into her pillow, waiting for her son to invade her asshole with his fat cock. 

Kristin had told Greg that at 13 he was in the early stages of sexual development and that there were countless risks of being confused and misled by misinformation and silly old wives tales. She assured him that Dr. Kenner would enlighten them both on the subject and that she would plot a course for his journey of sexual self discovery. Kristin did not share with Greg the fact that Dr. Lisa Kenner concurred with her that she Greg’s 33 year old mother would be his constant companion on that journey of sexual discovery.

Kristin enjoyed a very open and in fact intimate relationship with Dr. Lisa Kenner. Dr. Kenner was both compassionate and enabling toward Kristin as she dealt with the abandonment by her husband and single parenthood. Lisa Kenner was a qualified general practitioner and she had been instrumental in Kristin’s recovery from sexual hopelessness after her husband left.

Just about every thing Kristin knew about sexual self satisfaction she has learned from Lisa Kenner. It was Dr. Kenner who had opened Kristin’s mind to unconventional sexual fulfillment. During her first physical with Dr. Kenner, during her vaginal exam Dr. Kenner asked Kristin if she felt discomfort. Kristin responded no and was surprised when Lisa asked if she felt pleasure but instinctively answered Yes.

From that point forward Kristin and Dr. Kenner had explored the full range of sexual self and mutual fulfillment techniques and Kristin had grown to regard Lisa as her best friend and confident. No one had ever eaten Kristin’s cunt as Lisa Kenner could and Lisa often assured Kristin that she had the very best tongue that she had ever had inserted into her labia.

This morning Kristin knew that a whole new chapter in her relationship with Dr. Kenner was to begin and that Greg would be part of this adventure and in fact the main character. Dr. Kenner had suggested to Kristin that both she and Greg have complete physicals and that no mention be made to Greg that she was aware of the previous sexual encounter between her and Greg. Dr. Kenner had a plan that would if followed create a comfortable atmosphere for Greg and create a level of curiosity that would enable all three of them to explore both Mom and son’s sexuality.

Dr. Kenner suggested that she would conduct Greg’ Physical first and that during the course of his exam she would call Kristin in to review his history and to ask questions about his development. Kristin could feel the moisture in her pussy each time she silently said to her self “Greg’s development” There appointment was for 10:00 and Kristin was committed to dressing for both Lisa Kenner as she always did and for Greg’s arousal as well.

Kristin chose beige stockings and a white garter belt, a white push up bra, a short pink skirt, a tight white blouse and white three inch heals. Greg wore jeans and a polo shirt and they were off. When the arrived at doctors office the receptionist said that Dr. Kenner was with a patient and that she would see them shortly.

Kristin took a seat directly in front of the receptionist as she always did. Laura the receptionist was a woman in her late fifties with graying reddish hair and attractive for her age. She dressed in a manner that some was too young for her age but Kristin did not feel that way. Kristin had always been a bit turned on by Laura and they had often had conversations that were somewhat provocative regarding Lisa Kenner’s relationships with her female patients; Laura had often said that Dr. Kenner was the best thing that ever happened to young women patients in the community.

Kristin was sure that Laura, also a patient of Dr. Kenner’s was also intimate with the doctor as she was. On many occasions Kristin was sure that her provocative discussions with Laura were provoked by Kristin sitting directly in front of Laura and not too discreetly providing a clear view of her panty less cunt for Laura. Kristin immediately spread her legs in her hiked up pink shirt and eagerly awaited Dr. Kenner’s call for Greg so that her chat with Laura could begin.

Within 5 minutes Dr. Kenner emerged from her office and greeted Kristin and Greg. She announced that she would see Greg first and that she would call Kristin if she or Greg needs to discuss anything with her. Kristin could feel herself embarking on a mother fantasy concerning Laura as Dr. Kenner and Greg disappeared into the examining room.Â

Dr. Kenner asked Greg how he was doing and if he had any medical concerns at this time, Greg said that he felt fine and did not feel the need to see a doctor. Dr. Kenner responded that that was great but that at 13 a great deal of changes were taking with his body and that she need to examine them and discuss the implications of them with Greg. Greg had a feeling the Dr. Kenner was alluding to puberty and he was both embarrassed and some what excited.

Dr. Kenner was a woman in her late thirties and quite attractive with shoulder length dark brown hair, long legs, she was about 5’9, very ample breasts and a sweet, bubbly personality. Greg had been turned on by her the first time he had seen her a few months back when he transferred from his pediatrician. Dr. Kenner told Greg to undress and to put on the lab coat style gown that was hanging on the wall hook. She excused her self and when to her office to finish her coffee and prepare for the exam.

Upon her return she noticed that Greg had undressed and he was wearing the lab coat but he had not removed his under pants. Dr. Kenner told that they too must come but that he should be embarrassed, she was a doctor. Greg quickly removed them and tossed them on his pile of clothes on the chair. Lisa caught a glimpse of Greg’s swaying cock and balls as he sat back on the edge of the table and she felt a warm surge in her groin.

Dr. Kenner proceeded with the examination covering all of the basics, eyes ears, nose, throat, and checked Greg’s arms, legs and feet and his spine. She then asked Greg to remove the gown and to lie on his back on the table. Lisa Kenner noticed a marked arousal of Greg’s cock as he removed the gown and climbed onto the table.

Dr. Kenner began this part of the examination by telling Greg that he was well into puberty and asked if he fully understood what that meant. Greg murmured the he did. She asked Greg to relay and answer all of her questions fully and accurately. Dr. Kenner then went to the end of the table and retracted the stirrups that were usually employed for gynecological exams. She pushed in the table extension that was under Greg’s legs, adjusted the stirrups and asked Greg to place his heels into them. Greg seemed a bit embarrassed but complied and Dr. Kenner pulled her short stool to the stirrup end of the table and sat down.

Dr. Kenner could clearly just how Kristin had lost control of herself a few weeks ago. Greg’s cock was she was sure at least 7 ½, perhaps 8 inches when erect. His balls were quite large and they hung in an ample loose sack the dangled now and covered his anus. This was one of if not the best cock and ball packages that Lisa Kenner had ever had the pleasure of seeing and she could not wait to get started. Â

Dr. Kenner rolled her stool between Greg’s splayed legs and reached out and gently lifted his ball sack from behind rubbing her index finger on his cute pink ass hole as she did. Cradling his large balls and just slightly juggling them she asked if he had started to have any sexual feelings, wet dreams or had started to masturbate. Greg hesitated and Dr. Kenner playfully scolded and said that he really must answer all of her questions. Greg said that about six months ago he had awakened with wet stick underwear and that he had experiment by stroking himself and in fact had a few self induced discharges; he made no mention of the incident of a few weeks when his mother ended up with a mouthful of sperm chocked semen.

Dr. Kenner explored Greg’s genitals fully all the while lecturing him on the changes, desires and fact needs that were soon to emerge in his life. She carefully separated his balls within their sack and examined them with her fingers al the while trying to demonstrate the pleasures of female contact with his sex tools. Dr. Kenner told Greg that he would be exposed to a wide variety of information, mis-information and just plain nonsense regarding his sexual development from friends and teachers. Lisa Told Greg that it was very important that he not rely on any of the information or advice unless it came from or was verified by her his doctor or his mother.

Greg although still a little apprehensive and bashful in his responses was clearly enjoying the first class hand job that Dr. Kenner was administrating; his cock was a full 8 inches erect (she measured it) and pointing straight towards his chin. Dr. Kenner was now stroking his cock with her right hand and juggling his balls and tickling and probing his ass hole. Lisa asked if he had had any sexual contact with a female and if he had any feelings or apprehension about sexual contact with females.

This question clearly made Greg uncomfortable, Lisa could see that a thin but steady stream of precum had made its way out of the puckered hole atop Greg’s cock and that it was trickling over the valley in the crown. But she could feel his cock shudder when she asked the ultimate question that she and Kristin had planned.

Greg finally spoke and said that he was not comfortable answering that question and that he felt that that was private. Dr. Kenner reminded Greg that she was a doctor and that she was only interested in making his journey through puberty into manhood an un-comprised pleasure. She furthered stated more firmly this time that in his case the only ones the he could trust to aid him and to maximize his pleasure were his doctor and his mother.

Again Dr. Kenner felt Greg’s cock pulse when said the word mother. Dr Kenner told Greg that she had an Idea; she said that she believed that she along with his mother should have a very candid discussion about the facts of life and that unless he fully understood the joys of sexual fulfillment and the risks of misguidance he could end up lost. Greg responded that he had had some discussions with his mother but that he felt that it did not go well and that there was more embarrassment than useful information.

Dr. Kenner asked Greg if it would be alright if she called his mother in for a chat between the three of them. Greg said that if she thought it would be helpful it was ok with him. He started to climb from the table and Dr. Kenner stopped him. She told him that the conversation would be most useful if we all know exactly what we were discussing and that him and his journey toward manhood being the subject he should stay as he was.

The following weekend I moved Keri into my house. Even though I put all of her stuff in the second bedroom, it was clear that she would share my bed. We had to keep up appearances for our parents. We were like a honeymoon couple. We were excited to be back together, and now in our own place

As soon as we were alone, Keri ran to my arms. I hugged and kissed my lover and sister. I quickly undressed her, and then myself. We fell into my bed and made love like we had not seen each other for years!

Afterwards, we lay there in the bed, basking in the afterglow of our hot afternoon sex. My arm was around Keri, as I lay on my back. She had her head on my shoulder, lying on her side, facing me. Her sweet breasts were pressed hard against my body and she was softly stroking my flagging cock.

“Jack”, she whispered. “I am the happiest girl in the world. I thought I had lost you. I’m so glad we are here together.”

I smiled, hugged her, and after kissing her, replied. “Yeah, Baby Sister, I missed you too. But, if we are going to live together, however, I insist on some rules.”

Keri looked at me, and asked, “What kind of rules? I’m already your sex slave, silly.”

“Well, that’s the point, Dear Sister. I want us to make sure we maintain that way of life. Like in the past, you are my sex slave. I will tie, restrain you when I want. I will whip and torture you as in the past, and no sex act will be too much for you. I guess we can say you do not have the right to say ‘no’.”

Keri smiled, “Yes, Big Brother, I know all that, and I accept your rules.”

“Good“, I commented. “Next, we are going to get your school grades up to where they should be. We don’t want mother and dad to insist you going back home because you grades did not improve like I promised.”

“I promise”, she said, stroking my now erect cock. “Is there any thing else Master?”

“Yeah, there I”, I said, pausing for a moment. “If the opportunity presents itself, I intend to engage in our “kidnap” games”, I replied

Keri paused, and the asked, “You mean you might give me to someone else to torture and rape?”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I really liked us doing that. I would really like to do it again, providing I find a person I want to share you with. Damon and Jerry have both moved away, so we can‘t include them in our activities.”

Keri was quiet as she continued stroking my rigid cock. Finally she replied, “O.K., if you really want me to, I will submit to you... I love you, Jack.”

Keri moved down my body, leaving a trail of delicious kisses until she arrived at my cock. She used her sweet pink tongue to flick the tip of my cock as she stroked the rigid heated shaft, causing it to throb with my heart beat. Teasingly, she slipped her soft sweet lips over the head of my cock, and started to suck it in earnest To add to the sensation, she cupped my balls with her hand, gently massaging them. I could not hold out long, and soon my cock erupted in jets of hot semen, filling her beautiful mouth. She managed to take it all, not losing a drop. It had been a long day, and with in a very short time we both fell asleep, my sister Keri with my cock touching her lips as her head rested on my stomach. Her soft dainty hand still gently holding my balls. It was wonderful to be together again.

The college year went as usual. I was doing well in my engineering and computer science classes, and Keri’s grades improved. By mid winter, she was ready to graduate from high school in the Spring. We continued to live together. We went to college functions as boy friend and girl friend. Keri looked so hot, a lot of my friends envied my having her as my lover. Little did they know I was living with and having fabulous sex with my beautiful sister.

During my next year at college, I turned 20 and Keri was 18. We were closer that ever, and at every opportunity I took her deeper into sexual slavery. By now I had purchased many bondage items. There were cuffs (leather and steel), the ever present ropes, whips, nipple and clit clamps, dildos and other paraphernalia to bring us both pleasure. Keri reveled in her sexual slavery. She was virtually my 24/7 slave.

In the Spring of that school year, as I was approaching 21 years of age, and Keri approaching 19, I met Eric. We met on the racket ball court, and became fast friends. Even though he was discrete, it was obvious that he thought Keri was one incredible woman. I liked Eric, and I started to probe his psyche to see if he would the right person to share Keri with. One day, at his apartment, I noticed some bondage porn books and BDSM videos in his closet. When I asked, he readily admitted that he was very interested in the subject of BDSM, but had never had a chance to pursue his desires.

I invited Eric to my house on Saturday evening, and told him to expect something very special in the area of BDSM. He tried to get me to tell him what the surprise was, but I held fast. He would have to wait and see. In the meantime, he and I had several conversations about BDSM and sexual slavery of women. From what I could discern from our talks, he probably thought I knew of a couple of hookers who would accommodate us.

I told Keri about the upcoming Saturday evening with Eric, and that I would be letting him participate in her slavery. She was a little apprehensive, but agreed to obey me. We had not done anything like this since we were in high school. Keri had met Eric and liked him. We both were excited about the possibilities.

Saturday afternoon came. Keri was given instructions on how to dress. She asked what the evening activities would be, but I kept her in the dark. I thought it would be better that way. I had her put on one of her string bikini swim suits. Over that, as instructed, she put on a black strapless bra and matching black lace panties. Then she put on a short skirted sun dress. The top of the dress resembled a halter top, the straps of which were tied in a bow at the back of her neck. To top this off, she put on a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps. Keri was very adept at wearing very high heel shoes as I required her to be naked, wearing high heel shoes, when ever we were alone. Once she was dressed for the evening, you could not tell that she had five layers of clothing on, including her dress. She was just dressed very stylishly, and very beautiful.

When Eric arrived, Keri was the model hostess. She served snacks and drinks, and was very attentive. Eric could not take his eyes off her. After every one had relaxed, I told Keri to go into the bedroom. There, on the bed, she would find a brief case. She was to bring it into the living room. She did as instructed. Eric asked about what was gong to happen. I told him to have patience and he would not be disappointed.

Keri brought the brief case into the living room, and put it on the coffee table. As instructed, she opened it. Inside were ropes, cuffs, gags, and other items needed by a man who “owned” a sex slave. Keri was told to take the penis gag from the brief case. This was a leather strap on which was mounted a rubber dildo. This is inserted in at slaves mouth, with the strap holding it tightly in place. The does a really good job of silencing a sex slave. Keri was told to put it on.

“Keri, make sure you pull the strap tight”, I ordered. She did as I asked.

“Now, slave, put on the steel police handcuffs, and lock you hands behind your back. Make sure the cuffs are tight”, was her next order. Keri did as I asked.

Eric was spell bound. Now standing in front of him was one very beautiful submissive woman, handcuffed and gagged on her own volition. He was silent, at a loss for words as he watched the evening unfold. At my instructions, Keri moved about, posing so Eric could appreciate her bondage and beauty. Her short dress and high heels displayed her great legs, while her breasts were pushed against the fabric of her sun dress.

I stood and walked to Keri. I hugged her and kissed her gagged mouth. While I was kissing her, my hand was fondling her breasts through her dress. Picking a strand of rope, I wrapped it around her elbows, pulling it tight and tying it off. Now her elbows were touching each other, bound tightly in the small of her back, causing her amazing breasts to push out from her chest, straining the fabric of her dress. I unlocked the handcuffs, and used another piece of rope to tightly tie her wrists.

“Eric, you have met Keri, the most important thing in my life, but now I want you to meet Slave Keri. She is my sex slave, and I do with her as I wish.”

Eric finally was able to speak. “Wow”, he uttered. “I never knew. Wow, She…Keri…uh, she…, Man she’s beautiful”. I noticed from the lump in his trousers that he had an erection. Keri noticed also.

“Eric, I have a surprise for you. You and I are going to play “strip poker”. The winner of each hand gets to take an article of clothing off Keri. When she is naked, then we will enjoy her.”

Eric replied, “Wow!”

I answered, “Quit saying ’Wow’, and go to the table where the cards are, and let’s play poker.” Keri was looking at me with a look of lust, and a little bit of trepidation. It had been a long time since I done something like this to her. I took her by the forearm and escorted her to the kitchen table.

Eric and I sat down at the table, while Keri was made to stand, on display, between us. Eric was excited, and Keri was submissively beautiful. Her pretty blue eyes watching her two captors. The first hand of cards were dealt, and after some maneuvering, I won the first hand.

“Keri”, I said. “Come here. I have won the right to remove your dress. Who ever wins a hand can remove an article of clothing from you. When the article is removed, you are to stand very close to the winner of that hand, as he has the right to enjoy feeling and playing with you body.” Keri nodded her head.

I removed her dress, without untying her. Now she was standing there in a black bra and matching black panties. Eric was enthralled. I sat back down and spent the next few minutes running my hands over her body, paying care attention to her breasts and pussy.

Time to deal the next hand. Eric was not a very good poker player, so I deliberately lost that hand, so he could remove an article of Keri’s clothes. He removed her strapless bra. He was somewhat disappointed that she had on a bikini bra underneath. Keri moved very close to Eric, and stood silently as he took every advantage of feeling and playing with her scantily clad body. Finally, I told him it was time for another hand of poker. Reluctantly, his hands left Keri, and returned to the poker hand he was dealt. Even as he looked at his cards, one of his hands was stroking her delicious ass and fabulous legs as she obediently stood there.

Eric won the next hand, and removed her panties, leaving her standing there in her string bikini and high heeled shoes. Again, Eric reveled in running his hands all over her body.

I made sure Eric won the next hand of poker. He stood up and walked behind Keri. He slowly undid the ties to her bikini top. The top fell away, and she was standing there with her magnificent breasts on display. Eric’s pulled her back into his body, his hands going around her body, grasping her waiting breasts. He spent nearly ten minutes playing with her breasts and kissing her gagged face. The bulge in his trousers were more than obvious. Keri’s bound hands were brushing against his painfully rigid cock.

The last hand of poker was mine. Keri was standing between us as I removed her bikini bottom. She was magnificent. I ran my hand between her legs to find that her pussy was hot and wet. She moaned softly as I pushed my finger into her heated passage. After a minute or two, finger fucking Keri, I turned to Eric.

“Now, my friend, come with me”, I instructed. I took my naked sister Keri by her bound wrists and escorted her to the corner of the living room. Reaching up, I took a hanging planter down from the eye bolt mounted in the ceiling. Using a long piece of rope, I tied one end around Keri’s bound wrists, and the other end through the eye bolt. I pulled on the rope, pulling it up tight, raising Keri’s bound hands and arms well above her, until she was sharply bent at the waist. I tied the rope off, forcing her to remain in that exposed position. Her beautifully smooth ass was now exposed to be fondled or whipped. Her awesome breasts were hanging, awaiting torment. Eric was just about to learn about the latter.

“Eric, this is my slave”, I said. “You told me you have never whipped a woman before. Tonight, you are going to be privileged to whip the most beautiful ass in this town. Here, run your hands over this sweet ass.”

Eric ran his hands over Keri’s exposed ass, and than let his hand drift down to her smoldering pussy. He slapped her ass a couple of times, as if to test the texture. He then ran his hand down to Keri’s hanging breasts. He squeezed them, and pinched her nipples. Keri squirmed, as best she could, as Eric twisted her nipples.

I handed Eric a multi-strand whip. He visually measured the distance of his stroke, and brought he whip across Keri’s upraised ass. Immediately, delicate pink striations appeared on the smooth skin of her bottom. Eric liked whipping Keri. She was softly moaning as her ass as assaulted. Eric expanded his area of attack, at my suggestion. He brought the whip down to Keri’s breasts. They shook and trembled under the attack of Eric’s whip. About the time that I thought he was reaching her limit of pain, I stopped him. While he was whipping Keri, I was undressing. My cock was so hard it hurt. I moved behind Keri, and slipped my rigid member into her steaming pussy. She moaned louder, through her gag, as she felt my cock invade her cunt. Eric was undressing as I was fucking my helpless sister. As he finished undressing, I stopped fucking Keri, and untied the rope that held her in the bent over position. Keri was disappointed as I had not brought her to a cum, that she so desperately wanted.

I told Eric to sit on the couch as I removed the gag from Keri’s mouth.

“Keri, my sweet slave, I want you to go to Eric and welcome him to our home with a well executed blow-job. Make it the best he ever had.”

Eric watched as Keri knelt down in front of him. He was speechless as she leaned forward and kissed and licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. She then leaned in further, and took his cock into her mouth. Eric nearly passed out. As Keri was sucking Eric’s cock, I moved behind her, and slipped my cock back into her sweet pussy. This was too much for Keri. I fucked her savagely. Before she had a chance to get Eric off, she succumbed to my cock and climaxed. She lost control and let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her head in his crotch while she had a massive cum.

When she came back to her senses, she looked up at Eric, “Oh, Eric, Sir, I am very sorry. I should not have cum without permission. I am sorry I did not bring you to a cum. I am very sorry.”

Eric started to say, ’Oh that’s OK’, but I intervened. “Slave, you know you will have to be punished.”

Keri hung her head, “Yessir, Jack, Sir, I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I picked Keri up and carried her to my bed. I promptly placed her in the middle of the bed, on her back with her bound hands and arms pinned beneath her. Using two strands of rope, I tied her ankles to the corners of our four poster bed, spreading her legs widely.

“Eric, we have a slave here that needs to be punished. Take this whip and whip her pussy so she will not forget her duties”, I ordered.

At first, Eric was hesitant. He had never whipped a delicious pussy of a beautiful woman before. He was up to the task however, and in a minute or two, had Keri crying, begging to suck his cock. I stopped him at the appropriate time. At my suggestion, he climbed on the bed and straddled Keri’s body. He moved forward until his cock was at her mouth. As she opened her soft lips to receive him, his ass was pressing down on her upraised breast. He started humping and fucking her pretty mouth. Her lips wrapped around his erection as he fucked her face, with no mercy. In a moment or two, he came. The evening was nearly too much for him. His cock exploded in her mouth, sending jets of scalding cum down her throat.

The evening had gone well. Before it came to an end, Keri was fucked again by each of us, and she sucked me to a cum. After Eric left to go to his apartment, Keri and I showered together. She wanted to be hugged and kissed by me. She was able to give me another erection as she soaped and massaged by cock. I fucked her right there in the shower. She was wonderful sex slave, and I loved her.

Well, I am 32 now. I have an excellent career in engineering. Keri and I have moved to Chicago, and live together as man and wife. Everyone who knows us thinks we are married. She is become even more beautiful, and I am the envy of all the guys I know. It is a beautiful life, and I cannot imagine it being any different. Both our parents are gone now, so it is just us, and we love it. We know society would frown on how we live, but we don’t care. We are madly in love with each other.

Oh, yes, Keri is still my love slave, and yes, from time to time I share her with a very close friend or two. Yes, it’s an exciting and satisfying life.

THE END