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Shelly was sure the others were asleep by now. Ã‚Â It had been at least 20 minutes since she heard a sound from anyone except their soft breathing. Ã‚Â Mike, beside her, was definitely out. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d had quite a bit to drink, and afte
Shelly was enjoying the camping holiday with Brent and Debbie, but sleeping with another couple in the holiday trailer certainly put a cramp in oneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Ã¢â‚¬Ëœmarital privacyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. Ã‚Â Two or three days wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have been too bad, but now after 6 nights without any sex, she was almost going out of her mind. Shelly loved sex and wanted - needed, it every day. To top things off, her passion was certainly not abated by seeing Brent every day. Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Debbie was a lucky girlÃ¢â‚¬Â, Shelly considered. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but imagine what Brent was like in bed. Earlier today, it was all Shelly could do to not stare at Brent in his Speedo. Ã‚Â She did secret a few quick glances at his substantial package and was rewarded with a warmth in her pussy that had been nagging her since.
Ã¢â‚¬ËœYesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, she thought, Ã¢â‚¬ËœIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d love to have a sampling of that right about nowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦mmhhmmmÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, a light shiver ran over her at the thought. Ã‚Â
She was certainly not going to be able to sleep tonight unless she was liberated from the passion she was almost past controlling.
She considered waking Mike, then decided against it. Ã‚Â Were she able to convince Mike to make her cum, she was so horny she knew she wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be able to control her fervor, and would be way too loud in the little camper. She decided she would have to solve this little dilemma herself. Ã‚Â She felt that she could maintain some control that way and would hopefully not make much noise Ã¢â‚¬â€œ although she was almost past the point of caring about now.
It was pretty warm at this time of year, because of that Shelly had worn only a light nighty over her panties tonight. The nighty was light cotton, and covered her to mid thigh. Ã‚Â Shelly was laying on her side and peered through the subtle light in the camper. She looked over at Brent and DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bed to ensure they were asleep. Ã‚Â Brent was closest and turned away from her. Seeing only the gentle rise and fall of the covers from their breathing, she felt a certain amount of confidence as she slid her hand under the covers of her bed.
Slowly Shelly moved her hand along her outer thigh to the hem of her nighty. Ã‚Â Gently and quietly Shelly took the hem of her night gown and slid it up over her hip. Ã‚Â Her ears piqued to any sound of stirring from Brent and Debbie, she silently raised her hip off of the bed to slip the right side of her nighty up to her waist. Ã‚Â She felt naughty and extremely horny as she slid her hand down to her panties. Ã‚Â It reminded her of when she first discovered the joy of fingering her pussy when she was thirteen. She had been in the same room as her older sister. Ã‚Â Shelly had made herself cum countless times with Jenny sleeping quietly only 10 feet away. Ã‚Â
Slowly she slid her hand under the waistband of her panties as she gently brought her knees apart. Ã‚Â Raising her knee high she tucked her left foot behind her right knee as her fingers slipped through the light hair of her pussy. Ã‚Â She continued to keep a cautious eye on Brent and behind him Debbie, as her fingers sought out the throbbing itch of her pussy.
An unintentional moan escaped her as ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fingers finally touched her wet clit. Ã‚Â She was absolutely soaked and as she slowly circled two fingers over it she could hear the slurping sounds of her juices under her fingers. Ã‚Â Reflexively she thrust her pussy forward against her fingers her eyes closed in pleasure. She slid her hand further into her panties - as the bottoms of two fingers and then the top of her palm slipped wetly over her clit she sunk two fingers as deep as she could into her itching slit.
She was having extreme difficulty remaining quiet as she stroked herself, her fingers soaking wet with her own juices. Ã‚Â The pleasure was incredible as she massaged her clit with her palm and wiggled her fingers inside her musky wet canal. Ã‚Â She found herself starting to gently hump her pussy against her own manipulations and had to make a conscious effort to settle herself down. Ã‚Â
Slipping her fingers out of her needy slit, she slid one finger along her lips up to her clit and back down again, with only the tip of her finger between her salivating pussy lips. Ã‚Â Her panties were now a hindrance to her and she determined she had to have them off. Ã‚Â
She opened her eyes to once again survey Brent and DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sleep. Ã‚Â She saw that there was no change in their position and then noticed that she could see almost clearly in the camper now. Ã‚Â The full moon had come out from behind a cloud showering Ã‚Â their little camper in a soft glow. Ã‚Â
Since everyone was clearly asleep, Shelly boldly rolled to her back and raised her hips. Hooking both thumbs in the waistband, she slid her panties down over her bum. Bringing her knees forward she slipped the panties off Ã¢â‚¬â€œjust as she heard a stirring in Brent and DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bed. Ã‚Â Shelly froze and listened closely. Ã‚Â Someone was turning over. Ã‚Â She slowly lowered her feet to the bed then layed very still, as whoever was moving settled.
If she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so horny she might have decided that it would be too reckless to continue, but she was very aroused and determined to cum Ã¢â‚¬â€œ tonight. Ã‚Â Shelly layed still for what seemed an eternity, then feigning sleep sounds, turned her head to take a cautious look at Brent and Debbie. Ã‚Â She saw in the soft light that Brent had turned toward her now and was breathing quietly, still asleep. Ã‚Â Now, out of her panties, she felt a freedom that was erotic and naughty as she quietly slipped her damn underwear under her pillow.
Mike, pretty much passed out beside her, was not a big threat to wake up, but with Brent stirring the threat of being caught added excitement to her already overly excited passion.
Her knees were still drawn up and as she slipped her hands down her tummy her knees instinctively separated. Ã‚Â Her hands with a mind of their own continued down her body drawn by the needs of her pussy. Ã‚Â Again soft wet sounds could just barely be heard as she slipped one and then two fingers into her eager pussy. Ã‚Â She slowly and deliberately massaged her desperate pussy. She played slowly to both remain as quiet as possible, and to maintain this sensation for as long as she could stand. Ã‚Â She was so horny she could make herself cum quickly if she tried, but she was loving the feeling too much to have it go away.
Gently she rolled her fingers around inside her pussy as she massaged her clit with three fingers of the other hand. Ã‚Â She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t prevent the soft moans of pleasure from escaping her, and tried her best to make them sound like sleep noises. Ã‚Â She was trying to keep as still and quiet as possible but her passion was becoming stronger, and she was loosing what little inhibition she had left. Ã‚Â
She was now uncontrollably thrusting lightly against her hand as her fingers fucked her pussy with increased vigor. Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬ËœMmhmmÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ quietly sounded in her throat. Ã‚Â The camper was starting to rock slightly and Shelly almost didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care. Ã‚Â
She was enjoying this too much to make it end so soon Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she wanted to cum, but wanted more to maintain the pleasure. Ã‚Â Slowing her pace she slid her fingers out of her drenched pussy and slid them up and down her wet lips. The camper was rocking too much now - she mustered all her control and slowed - then stopped her movements. She again piqued her ears to hear if there was any sign of others being awake.
The camper still continued to rock slightly though, even after she consciously stopped thrusting against her hand. Ã‚Â She stopped moving completely and there was still a slight movement of the camper.
Opening her eyes slowly ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s senses were alert as she looked, felt and listened in the camper. Ã‚Â She could hear a slight noise from Brent and DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s side of the camper. Ã‚Â As she turned her head slowly to look, the noise stopped and she could feel the camper stop its gentle sway. Ã‚Â Ã‚Â She could see quite well in the soft light and Brent was still lying facing her, she could see well enough to tell his eyes were closed, but she could see by his breathing that he was not asleep. Ã‚Â He was not breathing gently and easily as sleeping people do, rather his breathing was rapid and more intense. Ã‚Â Shelly grinned to herself as she guessed what was happening.
Turning quietly toward Brent she discretely slipped out from under the blanket as she spread her knees. Again slipping her hand down to her pussy she slipped a finger inside and wiggled it quickly. Ã‚Â Soft sucking sounds were plainly heard now not muffled by the blanket. Ã‚Â BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes opened then widened as ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fingers and pussy were plainly visible only a few feet away. Ã‚Â Brent smiled and slowly slipped his blanket back exposing his obviously fully erect cock. Ã‚Â Her suspicions were correct, BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hard cock was evidence to the fact that he had heard ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s play and had started to masturbate as well. Ã‚Â His cock was gorgeous. It was quite long and very thick. Ã‚Â As he started to stroke it, his fingers barely reached around it. Ã‚Â Shelly relished the view of her husbandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s handsome friend stroking his huge cock only 6 feet away. Ã‚Â
The sight of BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s rock hard cock leaking pre-cum was hugely erotic to Shelly and she again buried two fingers deep inside her wetness. She stroked her fingers in and out in rhythm to BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s long stroking of his rigid cock. Ã‚Â They tried to maintain control of themselves lest they wake their spouses as they continued to masturbate for their and each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pleasure. Ã‚Â
Shelly was getting too, too horny now and was bucking harder and harder against her hand. Ã‚Â She ground her clit against the heel of her hand as she rode hard on her fingers reaching deep inside her wet slit. Ã‚Â Moans were coming more and more quickly from her as she fucked her pussy mesmerized by BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s stroking of his cock in front of her. Ã‚Â BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s stroking grew in time to her own play could tell that he too was close to orgasm. She wanted to see his cum, wanted to taste it. Ã‚Â She felt very mischievous, naughty and horny as she ached to cum and watch Brent cum too.
Shelly had her legs wide open and her fingers buried deep inside herself. Ã‚Â She was fucking herself forcefully now, too excited to be restrained - both she and Brent were on the verge. Ã‚Â
She could feel the passion welling up inside her, and knew she was past the point of no return. Ã‚Â Suddenly Brent tensed up, his hand stopped stroking his gorgeous cock, his eyes were squeezed tight as his whole body stiffened. Ã‚Â A stifled moan escaped Brent as Shelly saw his cock twitch then sprays of cum erupted from BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hard cock. Ã‚Â Stream after stream of hot semen jumped from his stiff penis, landing on BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s stomach, his chest, his arm, the bed Ã¢â‚¬â€œ it gushed uncontrolled from his hard cock as he lay taut in pleasure. Ã‚Â It was all Shelly could take Ã¢â‚¬â€œ as Brent lay across from her, his cock erupting cum - a great rush of pleasure came over her - she bucked hard against her hand and felt the wash of orgasm roll over her. Ã‚Â She reflexively plunged two fingers inside her and held her hand tight to her pussy. Ã‚Â Rocking the heel of her hand against her clit she bucked hard against it, grinding her itching, aching clit to satisfaction. Ã‚Â Her orgasm, so much in anticipation, was intense. Ã‚Â She was barely able to suppress her squeals of passion and pleasure as she rode her hand through her orgasm Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the vision of BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cock shooting cum making her pleasure even more intense.
Slowly the waves of her orgasm subsided, and as Shelly lay in the afterglow she smiled at Brent and winked. Ã‚Â He winked back smiling, he was a beautiful sight to her right now Ã¢â‚¬â€œ naked and covered with his own cum, brought on by his excitement at her own play. Ã‚Â The orgasm she had, intense as it was, only took the edge off of her passion though. Ã‚Â Now actually seeing BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cock she had an even greater urge feel it fill her up. Ã‚Â Tonight might not be the best situation to do that however.
They both lay quietly now surveying their situation. Ã‚Â They listened intently to their spouses breathing. Ã‚Â Shelly surmised that Mike had slept through the entire thing and Brent indicated to her that Debbie too was still asleep. Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬ËœIt was a good thing that both Mike and Debbie had tied into the whisky that evening,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ Shelly considered. In retrospect she was certain that she and Brent had been not very quiet. Ã‚Â She even remembered the camper squeaking slightly from their play. Ã‚Â She was too wrapped up in her pleasure to really think about it at the time mind you. Ã‚Â Thankfully though, it appeared that they were undiscovered. Ã‚Â
Brent was in a bit of a state however. Ã‚Â He and the bed were covered with his cum. Ã‚Â He looked down at the sprays of cum and frowned. Ã‚Â He gave Shelly a funny look and she suppressed a giggle. Ã‚Â Reaching under her pillow she pulled out the panties she had tucked there. Ã‚Â She held them up to him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning expression. Ã‚Â He nodded with a grin and she gently tossed them over to him. Ã‚Â The implication was not lost on either of them. Ã‚Â Tonight he would be using her panties to wipe his cum from himself Ã¢â‚¬â€œ another time her panties might have his cum in them for a better reason.
The panties she tossed landed on his chest. As he picked them up he could feel the dampness on his fingers. Ã‚Â Sliding the crotch of them between his fingers he shrugged his eyebrows at Shelly and then winked. Ã‚Â She smiled back with a slightly shy/embarrassed look - knowing herself how wet she had been before she removed them. Ã‚Â
Brent then did something that surprised her. Ã‚Â Taking ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s panties in his hand he drew them up to his face, and took a long breath of her scent. Ã‚Â His body visibly wilted as be smelled the erotic juices of her pussy on the panties. Ã‚Â It struck Shelly oddly to see Brent sniff her panties. Ã‚Â She was slightly grossed out, but she was more aroused. The thought that she had turned him on so much that he wanted to smell her underwear was very arousing to her. Ã‚Â Arousing so much in fact, that she was surprised to feel a familiar warmth growing in her loins.
After taking several long whiffs of her scent from the panties, Brent removed them from his face and began to wipe up his cum with them. Sometimes Shelly found cum to be kind of gross, but tonight even after her intense orgasm she was still horny enough to find it a turn on. Ã‚Â As Brent moved slowly to keep from waking Debbie, he rubbed the panties over himself, wiping the cum from his chest, stomach, arms and bed into ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s panties. Ã‚Â He was not really able to absorb a lot of it into the scant filmy panties, but he cleaned it up enough to have it not running down his body as it had been.
He held up the panties to Shelly with a Ã¢â‚¬ËœNow what do we do with theseÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ expression on his face.
Shelly held her hand out to him and waved her fingers, indicating that he was to toss them back to her. Ã‚Â He made a funny Ã¢â‚¬Ëœgrossed outÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ face and tossed them into her outstretched hand. Ã‚Â
Shelly caught them and brought her hand back to the bed. Ã‚Â Having seen Brent smelling her panties had stirred up erotic thoughts in her, she knew exactly what she was going to do with her now cum covered panties.
With a coy smile at Brent she winked and held the panties out letting them hang free. Ã‚Â She could see the wet patches of BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cum clinging to the filmy fabric. Ã‚Â She held a finger to a string of cum that was starting to hang down from the panties. Ã‚Â Wiping some of the stringy cum with her finger she smiled at Brent and drew her finger to lips. Ã‚Â Maintaining her gaze on Brent, she opened her mouth and slid her cum covered finger onto her tongue. Ã‚Â Ã‚Â BrentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes opened wide as Shelly grinned naughtily and sucked the cum off of her finger. Ã‚Â Withdrawing her finger from her mouth she smirked at Brent and visibly swallowed his cum.
Brent smiled back at her, visibly turned on by ShellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s actions. Ã‚Â He was still on his side, uncovered, facing her and she could see that as she sucked his cum off of her finger his cock was beginning to come back to life.
Shelly returned her attention to the cum soaked panties. Looking them over carefully, she found a large patch of cum and drew the panties to her mouth. Ã‚Â
Shelly slipped out her tongue, and touched it to the cum covered spot. Ã‚Â First taking long licks she then placed the panties against her lips and sucked the cum into her mouth. After swallowing the spot of cum, she surveyed the panties again, finding a fresh spot to suck. Each time she found a fresh spot she hungrily sucked in all the cum she could.
Brent watched in amazement and arousal as Shelly sucked all of his cum off of her panties. Ã‚Â His cock had responded to the sight of Shelly sexily eating his cum. Ã‚Â Although it had only been 10 minutes previous that it had shot great gobs of cum in a fantastic orgasm, his cock was now fully erect again. As Brent watched Shelly sucking his cum from her panties, he instinctively began stroking his fully erect cock.
Shelly, satisfied that she had removed all of the cum she could from her panties looked over to Brent. Ã‚Â Seeing him stroking his cock again made her grin. Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬ËœAs turned on as I amÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ she thought. Ã‚Â She smiled at him and shook her head from side to side pointing at his hand wrapped around his cock.
She mouthed to him, Ã¢â‚¬Å“NoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦..TomorrowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Sam lay naked on the bed. The rest of the house was quiet. His parents had gone to bed an hour ago, and his sister was at University. With growing excitement, he dragged his schoolbag closer and opened it. Earlier that evening, he had been at a friendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s house playing on his X box. During the nights gaming, he had come across a FreemanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s clothing catalogue in the living room. Out o
Eventually he gave in to the inevitable, made his excuses and left. Sam had resisted the temptation to look at it until now. His young cock was positively throbbing in anticipation as he withdrew the publication. It was only a few weeks ago that he had started wanking. It was as if eating Pringles, once he had started; there was no way on earth he was going to stop. When he had first started getting erections, he had been embarrassed and frustrated at the inconvenience the bulge created in his trousers.
It was only listening by chance to some older boys, that he learned that there was a way to relieve the pressure. That night he had tried what they were talking about on his own manhood. At first, he was unsure what the fuss was about, as stroking had little effect. After a bit of experimentation, he discovered that by pulling back the skin at the end of his nob, he could induce a feeling of expectancy and mild pleasure. Somewhat let down by the anti climax of it all, he had been about to stop, when the feeling started to get stronger and a pleasant tingle started at the tip of his bell end. His interest refreshed he had carried on.
The sensation got greater, stronger, his hand movements faster. The warm glow at his tip got hotter and began to spread down the underside of his nob. The sensations coursing through his cock were the most intensive he had ever felt. As the pleasure built, his cock began to twitch on its own accord. Pure pleasure spread from under his ball sack, racing up his nob. Gasping his hand motions stopped, his nob twitched mightily, convulsions running up its length. The end of his nob seemed to explode and jets of thick, sticky cum exploded to land on his neck and chest. Stunned, he had lain on his bed, cum dripping down off his neck onto the bed.
Eventually he got up, using his pants to mop up the not inconsiderable amount of cum over him. Since then, he had not looked back in his newfound quest, to find the bigger, better orgasm. With anticipation that was almost making him come, he opened the catalogue. Everywhere he looked, there were beautiful women. Within minutes, he was ready to blow. Looking at the women in eveningwear was too much, and he happily succumbed to his orgasm. Reaching over, he retrieved the toilet roll that was now ever present, and wiped up his cum.
He paused to take a drink from his bottle of pop, and then went back to perusing the catalogue pages. The sexual tension released, he skipped to the lingerie pages. Within seconds of looking at the first pages, he could feel his loins starting to stir. Unconsciously, his left hand started to stroke his cock as his right turned the pages. He could not believe the amount of curvaceous pink flesh that was displayed for his pleasure. The models seemed so perfect, unblemished by the stress of reality. Sam began to superimpose the faces of girls he new over the models faces. In no time, at all he was reaching for the toilet roll. Resting, he wondered if he could make it three times.
Never one to let a challenge go he opened the catalogue again. Looking for something different, he leafed through the pages until he came to the teenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s section. Laughing, he realised that one of the girls in his class wore some of the items on a regular basis. Curious he skipped to the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s underwear section and tried to work out what underwear she might have. One thing that he immediately noticed was that the girls had smaller breasts and that instead of having lacy front panels on their pants, they tended just to have all cotton fronts. This was a bit of a let down, as there was no glimpse of hair as revealed by the more adult clothing. Enough was exposed to bring him to the brink, and the mental picture of one of his classmates standing in front of him, dressed in the underwear shown, swung the balance. Tossing the sodden toilet roll containing his third endeavour into the bin, he stashed the catalogue, turned off the lights and went to bed.
The next day he started to look at women in a new light. Trying to picture them as models in the catalogue. Seeing, in his minds eye, similarities in the cut and design of the clothing. Looking at the pictures had also improved his mind in other ways. Previously, he had known clothes as just clothes. Now he knew that each type of item had its own type name. No longer was a top a top, was it a jersey top, or a halter neck, or a tank top, or a lace-up, the list was endless. During the bus ride to school, he tried to work out what the women and girls on the street might be wearing under their clothes. What type of bras and knickers they wore. Were they a matched set or separates? Was that girl with the short skirt wearing tights or stockings? Before he knew it, the bus was pulling into the school playground.
It had seemed like he had been on the bus for only minutes instead of the usual half hour. During the day, he amused himself by picturing some of the more physically advanced girls, in some of the lingerie that he had seen. So enthralling was this new pastime, that he was forced to go to the toilets at dinnertime for a wank. And gain at afternoon break. The bus ride home was just as enjoyable. That night he availed himself of the catalogue. For the next few days, life had definitely taken a turn for the better. Like all things in life it was not to last. Sam had studied the catalogue with such intensity, that it no longer had the same level of buzz.
It was taking longer to reach orgasm, and the orgasm was not as intense. He needed a new sensory injection, but what? He had no access to another catalogue. He lay on his bed idly flicking through the lingerie pages. His gaze fell to a picture of a brunet, who seemed to be wearing an item of lingerie, which consisted of more straps than was right for it. He flicked his eyes to the description. Basque. Very nice, just like the young women that was modelling it. Lying back on his bed, he let his eyes wander the room. They came to rest on a family portrait on his bookshelf. His imagination away with the fairies, he wondered what his sister wore, underwear wise.
He lay there for a minute more, thinking, and then looked back at the catalogue. What did she wear? The thought reverberated around his head. The more he thought about it, the more he was curious to know. Desire also started to course through him, taking root in his cock. Why, he could go to her room and find out? The thought hit him like a sledgehammer. No, he could not. Why not? His subconscious niggled. Fired with the danger and excitement, he arose off the bed and hastily donned some clothes. It was still early in the night and his parents were still down stairs watching the telly. As quietly as he could, he moved across the landing to his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s room.
Holding his breath, he slowly turned the door handle. With movement downstairs nil, he slipped into her room. Turning on the light, he noticed that the room was barer than he was expecting. Then, he rationalised, most of her kit would be at uni. He hoped that she had not taken all her clothes with her. Tiptoeing, he crept to her chest of drawers. He paused, not believing that he was doing this. The adrenaline rushing around his body was causing his heart to beat painfully against his chest. He slowly, almost reverently slid the top-drawer open. And was some what let down when it was revealed to be empty. Pushing the drawer back in he tried the next one. Bingo! Although it was, half-empty it at least contained some socks and pants. Sam gazed down at the lingerie contained within.
Almost to scared to move, he slowly reached a hand into the drawer and picked out some knickers at random. The first thing he noticed was the feel. They did not feel as rough as his cotton pants. In addition, there appeared to be a lot less fabric used. He turned the panties over in his hands, studying them curiously. They were plain blue with lace around the edges with a strip of cotton between the legs. A black bundle caught his eye. Replacing the blue pair, he lifted out the black pair. Again, they were soft to the touch. Where the last pair had been plain fabric, this pair was mostly lace and there was not much of that.
He spotted the label, and held the panties by where he thought the hips would press against the sides. The front - well it was opposite the label- was just a patch of lace that started about a hand span in width and grew narrower until it was only about a thumbs width at the bottom. It stayed that width on the journey back up to the label, only growing wider by a triangular inch just as it reached the label. They looked the most uncomfortable pants ever in SamÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes. He put them back and carried on looking. He had just picked out a very feminine looking pink pair, when he heard movement downstairs.
Startled into the verge of panic, he hastily shut the drawer and left the room, only just remembering to turn off the lights as he left. Safely ensconced in his room he let out a sigh of relief, then realised he was still holding the pink panties. He listened carefully to make sure the coast was clear then laid the panties out on the bed. Like the last pair, they were silkily smooth to the touch, with a predominant amount of lace at the sides and along the front. Unlike the last pair however, they had considerably more material, yet still less than that of any pants he owned. They looked vaguely familiar somehow, so he looked in the catalogue. The catalogue did not have a matching pair, but it did have a similar pair in white. Looking at the model closely, the patch of lace tantalisingly revealed, but just failed to expose the pubic hair that the model undoubtedly possessed. Had the pair been black, not white you would not have seen the dark shadow of the black hair against the lace. Sam wondered if you could see his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pubic hair against the lacy fabric.
Just that mere idea was enough to give him an erection in need of attention. Hastily, he stripped naked and lay atop his bed, has hand gently stroking his pulsating shaft. In his minds eye he visualised his sister standing at the end of the bed wearing nothing but the panties. That was enough. Over the next few nights, he had many an enjoyable wank with the aid of his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s panties. As with the catalogue, the excitement soon started to fade. It was the weekend and he was bored. His sister was also back this weekend, so he could not swap the panties or look for something else. Therefore, he sat there on the edge of his bed, looking forlornly between the panties and the now very dog-eared and stale catalogue, wondering for the umpteenth time what the panties would look like filled with flesh.
In a flash of inspiration so simple, he wondered why he had never considered it before; the image of him wearing them crossed his mind. With hands shaking with suppressed excitement, he stripped off all his clothes. He went and stood in front of the mirror, naked but for the pink panties in his hand. With a shaky breath, he bent over and put his feet into the leg holes. Looking in the mirror, he slowly stood up, sliding the wispy material up his legs as he did so. The sensation was incredible, the materiel so soft, so friction less. He stopped just short of his genitals, pausing to look at his strange reflection in the mirror. He smiled and almost provocatively, slid the panties the last bit over his cock. When the panties were finally in place, he looked again at his reflection.
He watched as he slid both his hands across the lace covering his cock, watched as it started to become erect under the caress. Sam stood motionless but for his hands as he watched his hands in the reflection slowly masturbate himself. His orgasm was not long in coming, and the waves of pleasure were enough to buckle his knees. Happy that a completely new avenue had just been opened to him, he climbed into bed and pulled the sheets up and over his body. Still wearing his sisters cum soaked pink panties he drifted off to sleep. The next morning Sam woke refreshed after a good nights sleep. The panties had dried during the night and as he rolled over, he revelled in the feel of satin and lace. He lay there and wondered why boyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s clothes were not made to feel like this.
Eventually, he got out of bed. He wandered over to his clothes drawer to pick out clothes for the day. As he removed a pair of his pants, he decided not to wear them and kept his sisters on instead. As he walked around the room, he enjoyed the way his trousers glided over his satin covered bum and the way his trouser fly rubbed against the lace. When he went downstairs for lunch, he looked at his sister and wondered if this was how she felt. What did she wear under her trousers? As he ate his lunch, his excitement continued to grow. With what was becoming a regular habit, he excused himself and dashed off to relieve the pressure. His sister was hardly out the door, on her way back to Uni, before he was back in her room, raiding her panty drawer. With a bit more time and a bit more knowledge, he was starting to notice little things that he had missed before, like the subtle, flowery, smell that pervaded the room.
Even her underwear drawer had itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s own unique and pleasant fragrance. Thanks to the catalogue, he was starting to differentiate between the various types of underwear. He now knew that the pair of panties that he had first picked up, that had seemed to consist of only straps and a small patch of fabric was called a thong. He had tried it on, but found that the materiel at the front, could not contain his tackle and having a strip of cloth between his arse cheeks was uncomfortable. There were many items of lingerie.
He would have liked to try on many of them, but his sister did not seem to possess them or items similar to them. Basques, teddies, corsets, bodyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s and the like were all tantalisingly out of reach. He could look but not touch, as it were. What had started out as pleasurable was starting to become comforting. He was starting to enjoy the smell and feel if the clothes. Even just being in his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s room was enjoyable. As the days past, Sam started to take more liberties.
At first, it had been stealthy raids, which had become lingering forays. Now he changed and tried on her underwear in her room. If his parents went out for the night, he would slip on a pair of her pants and lie on her bed, smelling her essence in the bed sheets. The orgasms he had, lying on her bed in her panties, were among the strongest and most intense he had. Sam longed to fall asleep and wake in her bed, but the fear of being caught was too great. All too soon, he grew tired of the small collection in the drawer, and his searching expanded elsewhere. He had tried on some trousers and T-shirts but they did nothing for him.
When he had tried on one of her dresses, he had felt more stupid than turned on. Bras just looked ungainly, so he had to content himself with her panties. All said and done, it was still an enjoyable experience. One that he preferred over watching TV or playing on his mateÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s computer. In addition, he would have to make the most of it, as the school holidays would start soon and his sister would be back, denying him his newfound playground. It was this thought that was going through his mind one evening. Sam had a couple of hours between the time he got home and the time his parents got home, to indulge in his fantasies.
And he planned to make the most of it. He lay on her bed wearing the pink panties, now his favourite. One of her music C.DÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s played quietly in the background. One hand lightly stroked his hard on through the pink lace, his mind wondering what it would be like, for it to be someone elseÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What on Earth are you doing?Ã¢â‚¬Â The shock at the unexpected sound of his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice caused him to jack-knife upright. So lost in his reverie, he had not heard the front door open and close. Sam stared at his sister in the doorway, in utter abject horror.Ã‚Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I. Well. Uh.Ã¢â‚¬Â Words failed him as he tried to find a plausible reason as to why he would be lying naked, but for a pair of her panties, on her bed. No reason was forthcoming. Filling with shame and complete terror, he fled the room. His sister stood to the side of the doorway, to let the fleeing boy escape. Safely in his room, he removed the panties, got dressed into his normal clothes and burst into tears. As he lay on his bed, he tried to think of a way out of his predicament. His mother was going to go ballistic; his father was going to kill him.Ã‚Â
God knew what his sister was going to do. When he heard his parents come home, he waited for the inevitable. And waited. And waited. He heard his mother call him down for tea, he called back that he was not hungry. Unable to face another human being, he lay sobbing on his bed. All night he lay on his bed, feeling wretched, waiting for the clash that he knew was building. Nothing. Eventually, late at night he heard footsteps on the stairs. Terrified, he leapt out of bed and switched the light off.Ã‚Â
Hoping that if he feigned sleep he could delay the inevitable, he pulled the duvet over his head. The footsteps did not go to his room. In the distance, he heard a door open and shut. Sam sighed in relief. Sam must have dozed off, as a gentle knocking roused him. He ignored it in the hope that the knocker might leave. No such luck. The door opened, the room light came on and the door closed. Panic started to build as the footsteps approached his bed. Sam silently prayed for the visitor to leave. His bed rustled and sank down as his visitor sat on the edge. Silence. The silence seemed to stretch forever until; finally, his visitor spoke.Ã‚Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I know youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not asleep.Ã¢â‚¬Â The sound of his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice sent a wave of fear through him. A period of silence followed. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve not told mum or dad. Nor do I intend to.Ã¢â‚¬Â Another long stretch of silence. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You can look at me you know.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam sighed and gave in to the inevitable. He turned over and stuck his head out of the duvet. And almost died of shock. His sister sitting on the edge of the bed was to be expected. What was not expected was what she was dressed in. His jaw, uncontrolled, dropped. Sitting on the edge of the bed in an air of demureness, she wore a stone grey lace and silk chemise. The front was plain grey silk, which seemed to defy gravity and cling to her breasts. Her nipples protruded proudly from the silk sea. The lace ran round the top of her breasts and ran in a strip down her side. When the silk garment reached her waist, it split down her side. The split was laced along the edges in grey lace.Ã‚Â
The way she sat on the bed caused the split to spread open. Visible under the lace was a matching set of stone grey panties. She wore no bra. His eyes could not help but follow her form. Her legs were long, smooth and lightly tanned. Unconsciously his eyes travelled back up to rest at her groin. He could not help but wonder if the front of her panties were lace panelled or smooth silk. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have matching suspenders.Ã¢â‚¬Â She said coolly. Sam looked back up at her face. Framed by her long brown hair, it was a face to die for.Ã‚Â
He swallowed and tried not to think too much about it, as he started to harden. She continued to look at him. Her green eyes had never seemed so bright, so obvious before. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Will I see you at breakfast tomorrow?Ã¢â‚¬Â As she spoke, the movements of her lips fascinated Sam. The way her tongue caressed her inner, cherry darkness. Sam tried to reply, but only a primal grunt was forthcoming. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Till tomorrow.Ã¢â‚¬Â With that she slowly, almost provocatively, rose from the side of the bed.Ã‚Â
His eyes followed every move, every ripple of silk as it glided over her body. With the grace of a ballet dancer, she stood and seemed to float over the floor to the door. The silk chemise floated around her body, but managed to cling momentarily to the curves of her body. As she walked under the light, the thin silk became transparent, her perfect silk clad panty cheeks, wonderfully and tantalisingly revealed. At the doorway, she paused and turned round. The diaphanous quality of the material, brought out by the light, revealed that her panties did indeed have a lace front. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Goodnight, Sam.Ã¢â‚¬Â With that she turned the light out and softly closed the door behind her.Ã‚Â
Lying on his bed in the dark, he could not believe what had just happened. Dream or reality, his erection was real, as was the orgasm that soon followed. The next morning found him in chirpier mood. As he walked into the kitchen, his sister was already sat down. His mother asked him if he felt better, he looked at his sister, she ignored him. Ã¢â‚¬Å“YesÃ¢â‚¬Â he replied. As he tucked into breakfast, trying to sneak surreptitious glances at his sister as he did so, his mother prattled on. Sam only half listened, trying to figure out what his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s game was. As his mother blathered on, she explained that his sister was back as term had ended early. When his mother left the room, he expected his sister to say something. Nothing. She just put her empty dishes in the dishwasher and left the room. Perplexed, he finished up and got ready for school. All day he could not focus his mind on the schoolwork at hand. Everywhere he looked he saw the phantom image of his sister in the grey chemise and matching panties. He was looking forward to home time with equal amounts of trepidation and eagerness.Ã‚Â
When he got home, he was almost bouncing with excitement. The thought foremost in his mind was, what his sibling would be wearing. The TV was on in the living room, as was she. To see her dressed in trousers and T-shirt was a great disappointment Ã¢â‚¬Å“High sis.Ã¢â‚¬Â She looked round at his voice. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, high. How was school?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam was thrown somewhat by the question. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, I suppose.Ã¢â‚¬Â She nodded in reply then went back to watching the telly. Sam stood around waiting for something more. Nothing was forthcoming. Bewildered, he headed up the stairs to his room. Inside he abandoned his bag on the floor and sat on the edge of his bed. Confused at the whole situation. He considered sneaking into her room and stealing the chemise and panties, but discarded the notion straight way as foolhardy and asking for it.Ã‚Â
Though what Ã¢â‚¬ËœitÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ would be, he had no idea or a desire to find out. All through dinner, she was coolly distant, making polite conversation, but refusing to be drawn into prolonged conversation. The rest of the evening followed in a similar vein. Eventually giving up he retired to bed. As he lay in bed, he expectantly looked towards the door. It never opened. The next morning, more confused than ever, he went downstairs for breakfast. Again, she was coolly distant. At a loss, he gathered his school stuff and departed for school. Lessons just seemed to drag and more than one teacher remarked on the absence of any form of attention. On the bus home, all women seemed to have his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face.Ã‚Â
He may not have been able to spell infatuation but he sure knew what it meant. That night followed the same pattern as the night before. The sexual tension was driving him crazy. Again, he waited for her. Again, she never showed. He wanted her, wanted her so badly. It was Friday tomorrow and the end of term. He was not sure if he could stay in the house all day with sexual tension so strong. He was practically rubbing himself against objects, like a dog in heat, as it was. But what could he do, approach her? The image of him walking into her room and asking to wear her grey chemise, made him giggle hysterically. The last day of term went like any other. It dragged. No work was done just the playing of games and other activities the teachers thought would Ã¢â‚¬Ëœbe funÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. His mind was not on the games of kerplunk, connect four, bucking bronco and other such ilk that they brought out every final term day. As per the norm, the day finished early.Ã‚Â
As he sat in the bus, he wondered if his sister would be home. Maybe she would be at the shops and any potential unpleasantness might be avoided. He thought about his situation again. Maybe he was ill and should see a doctor. No other boy that he new, had a desire to wear female clothing. On the other hand, if they did, they were as embarrassed about as he was. So wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost missed his stop. Hastily he ran to the front before the driver could pull away. There was an Irn-Bru can lying on the pavement and he idly kicked it all the way from the bus stop to his front gate. The house appeared quiet but his hopes were dashed when he tried the front door and it opened. Downstairs was quiet but he heard music emanating from his sisters room upstairs.Ã‚Â
Sam cursed to himself and footered around in the kitchen. He made himself a sandwich. Not because he was hungry. It was just something to do. Swearing again, he grabbed the sandwich and headed up to his room. As he climbed the stairs, he expected his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s door to open. Her music was not loud; she would have heard the door open and close. Nothing. He shrugged his shoulders as he walked past her room. He opened his door and froze. Sitting innocently on the bed was a parcel. A pretty, neatly wrapped parcel. He stood in the doorway and stared at it. It did not move. Not that it was any consolidation. You could have placed a small bomb on the bed and it would have made less impact amongst the mess of the room. At that moment in time, Sam wished that it did indeed go tick.Ã‚Â
Music still played from behind his sisters closed door. Sam wanted to turn and leave. To run away, to hide. The parcel just sat there. Invading his life. Denying him his room. Taking a deep breath and summoning his courage, he stepped across the threshold. Nothing happened, the parcel did not move, the heavens did not collapse and a pit straight to hell- refused to open. Sam shut the door behind him and walked over to the bed. He stood at the side of the bed and stared at it. There were pictures of flowers on the paper. It had a ribbon and bow. It smelt. It smelt awful. It smeltÃ¢â‚¬Â¦. Girly. It had his sister written all over it.Ã‚Â
A pit opened in his stomach. He reached out with a hand to pick it up. His brain fought to connect with the rest of his body and eventually succeeded in reminding him that the hand still held a sandwich. He put the untouched sandwich on the bed next to the parcel. He moved his hand over to the parcel and prodded. It was solid. Taking the parcel in both hands, he lifted it up. It was deceptively light. Part of him hoped that it was empty. Part of him hoped that it was not. He walked over to the dresser and rummaged around the contents until he found his pocket-knife. Opening the blade, he walked back to the bed, neatly sidestepping the toys strewn across the floor. With a growing sense of trepidation, he sat back down on the bed. He looked at the package in his hands. He wondered if opening it was a good idea.Ã‚Â
Maybe he should not. He was in enough trouble as it was without complicating the matter. He cut the ribbon. He could have undone the bow, but that would have offended his boyish and destructive mentality. He caught himself slicing the selotape, stopped, put the knife down and ripped the wrapper off. Revealed in front of him was a plain grey box. He was not sure what he was expecting, but this was not it. Sam opened the box. And nearly died. Neatly folded in front of him, the same colour as the box was lacy material. Without a doubt, it was underwear. Not just underwear but lingerie. There was a matching small grey card on top, nestled in the middle. Sam picked it up and turned it over. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Since you liked mine so much, I got you a set of your own.Ã¢â‚¬Â His sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s name was at the end. Sam sat there, looking at the box, stunned.Ã‚Â
Eventually he put the card on the bed beside him. He picked up the two straps in either hand and lifted them from the box. The chemise unfurled in front of him. It was the same as what his sister had worn when she had entered his room. There was hardly any weight to it and it seemed to move on its own invisible wind. He looked at the label. Pure silk. He had never touched silk before. It felt so soft to his touch. He was unaware of his raging hardon. He looked back into the box. Two items remained. One was the matching panties. The other must be the matching suspender belt that she had hinted about. He put the chemise back in the box and stood up. Something fell to the floor behind him. He looked behind and seeing what lay on the floor, groaned. He had only gone and sat on the sandwich. The contents of which were now spread over the duvet. He twisted and looked behind again. Bits of bread, butter and jam were spread over the seat of his trousers.Ã‚Â
Sam reached for the roll of toilet roll and tried to clean as much of the mess off the bed as possible. All he succeeded in doing was rubbing it into the cloth. He gave up and settled for turning the duvet over. Satisfied that the problem was dealt with, he removed his trousers. The remains of the sandwich were well ground in. The only option would be the washing machine. He discarded the trousers on the floor. He stopped, half-naked and looked at the box and its contents. For the first time that night, he became aware of his erection. It would not take much to swap his pants for the grey pair in the box. He tried to the resist the thought. Like a seed, once the thought was planted, it grew. He tried to fight it. He lost. He reached into the box and lifted out the panties. On closer inspection, they were not the same as the pair his sister had worn. They lacked the lace panel at the front that his sisters had. The edges were still grey lace.Ã‚Â
Like the chemise, the majority of the material was grey lace. The material felt incredibly soft. When the silk was rubbed against itself, it glided past with almost no resistance. He had to try them on. Sam almost tore his underpants off in his haste. As he pulled the panties up his legs, he almost came. He had never felt any thing like it in his life. He stood there, in the middle of his room revelling in the sensation. He had no idea how long he would have stood there had he not heard his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s door open. He panicked. Hastily he looked around. Spying a clean pair of jeans, he leapt over to them. Frantically pulling them up his legs. He breathed a sigh of relief as he both fastened the button and his sister never walked in. Which, he reasoned was a good thing as the opened box and its contents were in plain view.Ã‚Â
Also plainly noticeable was the fact that there were only two items on display. Taking that as a warning, he shoved the box, its contents and the wrapping paper under the bed out of sight. The reason for his sisters burst of life soon became apparent. His mother was home. She called up to him. Trying not to appear furtive or suspicious, he called back and made his way downstairs. As he walked, Sam was acutely aware of the way the fabric of his jeans slid over his silk and lace panties.Ã‚Â
The way the front of his trousers glided over his crotch, made it feel as though he was being gently wanked. He considered going back upstairs to change. As his mother put away the messages, she asked Sam and his sister how their day had been. Sam, as ever, was non-committal. His sister, as usual, went into full verbal flow. Leaving them to it, Sam headed back upstairs. Safely in his room, Sam breathed a sigh of relief. He could still hear his sister nattering away downstairs. His erection was uncomfortable and he stuck his hand down the front of his trousers in an attempt to rearrange its position. Sam could not help stroking himself through the silk. Sam was aware that the only relief possible would be to cum. With so many close shaves he decided to do it in the toilet.Ã‚Â
That way he could lock the door and prevent any accidental interruption. On a spur of the moment decision, he picked up the chemise as well. Furtively he darted to the toilet. Inside, with the door securely locked he breathed a sigh of relief. Hastily he removed his trousers and t-shirt. With increasing excitement, he picked the chemise off the floor and allowed the material to glide down over his body. Sam looked up and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was surprised to see that he looked as feminine as he felt.Ã‚Â
His mind pictured his sister clad in a similar fashion. It superimposed her face over his. A wave of pleasure unexpectedly ran through him. His cock spasmed, without external manipulation. Sam realised that he was close to cuming and he was still to touch his erection. Sam ran his palms over his breasts, pretending they were larger like his sisters. His hands travelled down over the silk, passing his waist. He stroked his erection through the silk of both chemise and pants. He felt himself start to cum. In haste, he quickly freed his cock and ejaculated straight into the sink. Sam struggled against the pleasure, to keep his knees straight.Ã‚Â
As the final drops dripped from his tip, he leant over and tore some toilet roll from the holder. Carefully moping up all traces of his fluid, he tucked his now flaccid cock back into the panties. Mournfully he removed the chemise, but decided to keep the pants on. Slipping his trousers back on, he flushed the toilet and collected the bundle of grey silk from the floor. Checking that the coast was clear, Sam quickly unlocked the door and darted into his room. Stashing the chemise back under the bed, he lay atop the duvet and reflected on the activities and sensations of the previous ten minutes. The remainder of the evening passed uneventfully.Ã‚Â
The next morning, after an exceptionally good nights sleep, he was woken by his mother. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your dad and I are off to the shops. We will be there most of the day. Do you wish to come?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam declined. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, I have told Jackie where there is food in fridge that you can use for lunch. We should be back for tea. Behave yourselves, no squabbling.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes mumÃ¢â‚¬Â Sam watched her depart. He lay in bed, but was not tired. Slipping out of bed, he went in search of cleanish clothes. Sam could not resist slipping on the grey pants.Ã‚Â
Managing to resist putting the chemise on, he drew on his jeans and a top. Peckish as ever, he made his way to the kitchen. Pouring some cereal, he considered the plan of the day. Deciding that festering in front of the TV was a sound idea, he made his way to the box. The house was surprisingly quiet. He had expected his sister to either go with his parents or at least be floating around the house. Not bothered, he settled down to watch the cartoons. An hour later, his sister walked into the room. Sam flicked his gaze her way. Dressed in a conservative dressing gown that was securely fastened, she sat down to watch the cartoons as well. After a minute, Sam was acutely aware that her attention was no longer focused on the telly. It had drifted towards him. He tried to ignore it, but she continued to stare at him.Ã‚Â
He wanted to say something, but knew of nothing. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He tried to resist the urge, but the more he tried, the harder it became. He glanced quickly her way, then back to the screen. Out the corner of his eye, he watched her watching him. He glanced quickly her way again. Still she did not look away. He was becoming unsettled. Eventually he could stand her scrutiny no more. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What are you staring at me for?Ã¢â‚¬Â She did not answer, just continued to look at him. He was about to repeat the question when she finally spoke. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are still wearing those pants arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t youÃ¢â‚¬Â It was phrased as a statement not a question. SamÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth opened and closed in horror like that of a fish.Ã‚Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“You can not wear them all the time. You have to wash them at some point.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sams brain engaged denial mode Ã¢â‚¬Å“Who said that I was wearing them?Ã¢â‚¬Â She tilted her head to the side fractionally before she spoke Ã¢â‚¬Å“The lingerie was packed in a box with scented beads. I can smell the scent of the beads on you. If I am wrong, prove it by showing me the waist band of your underwear.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam was caught he knew it. What hurt more was that he knew that she knew it. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What do you want?Ã¢â‚¬Â His brain was now engaging panic mode.Ã‚Â
With a calmness that was starting to terrify Sam, she tilted her head slightly the other way. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I want nothing. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s you thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wearing womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s underwear.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why are you doing this?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why?Ã¢â‚¬Â She shrugged Ã¢â‚¬Å“Maybe I like to look at boys in womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s underwear, or maybe I think you look cute in lingerie. Maybe the power of control excites me. Alternatively, it could be good old-fashioned maliciousness. What do you think?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam frantically tried to think of a way he could turn the conversation round.Ã‚Â
At least steer it in a more favourable direction. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam knew a lost cause when he saw one. This could not get more lost and still be on the same planet. She went back to her earlier train of questioning. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What did you plan to wear when you put those pants in the wash? You are going to wash them arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam nodded in misery Ã¢â‚¬Å“Were you going to wear a pair of your own boyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pants, or do you have another pair of mine in your room?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam hastily shook his head Ã¢â‚¬Å“So what were you going to wear?Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam mimicked a fish again. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you wear the chemise Sam?Ã¢â‚¬Â SamÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice came out in a croak Ã¢â‚¬Å“NoÃ¢â‚¬Â Jackie was visibly surprised Ã¢â‚¬Å“No? Is it not to your taste?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“No. Not enough privacy.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“What? Worried about being caught?Ã¢â‚¬Â She smiled at him. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something like that.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you wish to wear it now?Ã¢â‚¬Â She looked at him intently.Ã‚Â
Sam lowered his head in shame. A shadow fell across him. He looked up. His sister stood in front of him. She reached out and tenderly grasped his hand. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ComeÃ¢â‚¬Â She stepped back, he rose to follow her. Gently but firmly she led him out of the room and up the stairs. She led him not to his room, as he was expecting, but to hers. She led him over to her chest of drawers. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You can borrow my pair while yours are in the wash.Ã¢â‚¬Â She handed him the silk and lace panel panties. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I... I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t wear just these around the house!Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be. You will have the chemise on as well, wont you?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“What happens if some one comes in?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Sam, people normally ring the doorbell first, then wait for the door to be answered.Ã‚Â
Mum and dad will not be back until later. Now go and change, go, shooÃ¢â‚¬Â She gently ushered him out Ã¢â‚¬Å“And donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t forget to bring back your pair so they can be washed.Ã¢â‚¬Â Sam walked back to his room on autopilot. Back once again in his room, he sat on the edge of his bed and pondered the situation. On his lap, his hands played with the fabric of his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pants. Turning the fabric repeatedly over and over. Feeling pressured into a situation far from his control but not from his desire, he stood. With shaking hands, he unbuttoned his trousers. Pulling them down, he stepped out of them, and then removed his t-shirt. Clad only in the grey pants he retrieved then donned the matching grey silk chemise.Ã‚Â
As the silk fluttered past his waist, he pulled down the pants. They were starting to smell as though they were in dire need of a wash. He took hold of his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pair and stepped into the leg holes. Sam went over and stood in front of his mirror. Curious he lifted the hem of the chemise to get a clear view of the pants. The pants were slightly smaller than his pair, the fit tighter. The front lace panel pulled tight against his cock. The sensation of the lace was one that he could not work out. He was not sure if it felt uncomfortable or pleasant. He allowed the hem to drop free. Picking up his own dirty pair, he headed for his sisters room.Ã‚Â
Pausing at her door and feeling foolish for wearing only attire of an intimate female nature. He knocked. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Come in SamÃ¢â‚¬Â Came his sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s melodious voice. Eyes downcast, he opened the door and stepped into the room. His sister was sitting down at her dresser combing her hair. She turned round to look at him, Sam looked at her. Clad only in a skimpy pair of white high cut briefs, she seemed totally impervious to the sate of her undress. Sam was not. He tried hard not to look at her bare breasts, but his eyes would not obey his command. She did not so much rise as uncoil from the seat. Sam watched the fluid grace of her limbs. As she walked over to him, Sam was certain that she deliberately accentuated her movements. The deliberate slow pace of one foot in front of the other.Ã‚Â
The deliberate hip swing. Her hands at her side, made no move to conceal her breasts, or block his view of the junction between legs and body. A little voice in the back of Sams mind pointed out to him, that if her pace were any slower she would start to go backwards. As she approached, he could not help but feast his eyes on her breasts. Like the rest of her body, they were perfectly proportioned and firm. Not yet having suffered the full vagaries of age and diet. The edge of his vision took in other small details, like the flat stomach and firm, fatless thighs. Sam was struck by a streak of envy so large and green that it could accommodate a football pitch.Ã‚Â
The knowledge that someone shared that body at university tore him up inside. That she would sleep alone or desire to was blatantly alien to her. Even Sam in his inexperience, could see that she was more than comfortable being naked in the presence of others. One quick look at her face showed that she was not only comfortable, but enjoyed it. His envy did nothing to dampen his desire. His erection had fought free and was standing out proud. His sisterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s gaze did not even flicker from his face as she approached. Sam desperately wanted to swallow, to lick his dry lips. The only part of his body- apart from his groin and eyes- that was working appeared to be his heart.Ã‚Â
His heart seemed determined to make up for the rest of his bodies inactivity. It painfully beat against his chest, and all he could her was its beat. Jackie closed the distance, stopping only when her body lightly touched his. Sam became aware that the tip of his half-free cock was touching the bare skin of his sister. It was warm. She moved fractionally closer. Her bare nipples pressing lightly into his chest. Sam was all too sensitive to heat building up between them. She slowly moved her head closer to his.Ã‚Â
Sam could make out every detail. The small flaws of her flesh only emphasised the overall beauty. Another streak of envy ran through his soul. Oh how he so desired to wake up in the morning, his head next to hers so that it was the first sight of the day to greet him. Her mouth seemed to take over the role of her eyes. Sam could not feel its touch but he felt the passage of breath through her open lips.Ã‚Â
The passage of air traversed over one eye then the other. It explored his ears, his nose, his chin, yet the soft flesh of her lips never touched his skin. Her lips stopped opposite his. SamÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth opened, awaiting hers. He could feel the breath from her mouth enter his. She lifted a hand containing his worn pants. Sam was not even aware of releasing the fabric from his grasp. She moved her head back, breaking the thin contact of air. She raised the fabric between their faces briefly, inhaling as she did so. She lowered the crumpled wad of grey silk. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Thank you Sam. I will give you them back later when they are dryÃ¢â‚¬Â She turned and headed back to the dresser to continue combing her hair. Realising that the moment had passed and he had been dismissed, Sam stumbled from the room.
I folloed him into his bedroom and he said yesterday his cousin had visited and showed him how to masturbate. Then he took his pants down and began to rub his cock. I was facinated and my cock was now hard in my pants. He said take yours off too and we can do it together. I did and followed his example and he two of us were masturbating together. He then lay on the bed and said how about you do
He then got down on me and sucked me till I came and it was one of the best sensations I had ever had when he was sucking it. I bucked about quite a bit when I came and had to hold his head down on me till I had fiished cumming.
After that we talked about how good it felt and then I said if we do it right we could both suck each other at the same time and when I explained it to him we got on his bed and did it what we know know now as 69.
All the next week we masturbated together every day and sucked 69 as well. We always managed to do it about 3 times to each other or wank ourselves.
A couple of weeks later his cousin visted again and as my parents were playing golf my house was empty so they came to my place and the three of us wanked each other off and sucked on each other. I saw him cum and spurt this white stuff out of his cock every time he had an orgasm. He wanted me to suck him and let him cum in my mouth, he said it was ok and it was not dangerous and i would like it. I was a bit apprehansive and he said if you do that for me you can fuck me afterwards and I wasnt sure what he meant because you only fucked girls. Anyhow I said I would try and he said if you like you can spit my cum out if you dont like it and that made me feel better and I said ok. My mate watched and I had a feeling he was glad it was me and not him that was sucking him and going to have his cum in my mouth.
Any how I loved sucking his cock as it was bigger than either of ours and it felt really good. As I did it my friend masturbated as I knelt in front of his cousin and sucked him. He told me to hold his balls while i sucked and he held my head onto his cock most of the time which felt sort of nice too. Then he said I am going to cum, get ready, and then I felt this warm stuff in my mouth as he sort of pumped his cock into my face at the same time as I sucked on it. After he finished pumping his cock into my mouth he told me to suck it out and I sucked all the cum out of his cock. I had actually swallowed quite a bit already and it seemed ok. I still had a bit in my mouth and on my tongue and now I could taste it. It had a funny taste a bit salty or a bit like vinegar I wasnt sure but it didnt taste like pee smelled which is what I was expecting so I said it was ok. My friend wanted to know what it tasted like and I couldnt quite describe it properly but I said it was ok and not a bad taste. Arnold his cousin said next time you can try it and he said I dont know and I said he was a chicken. He said would you suck it again and I said yes I cant see a problem. After Arnolds cock got hard again he said come on I will fuck you now and he said I have to have a pee and I will be back. He went out and the two of us talked about sucking and cum.
Arnold came back and he had some butter on his fingers and he said to me bend over the bed and I did whatÃ‚Â he said and then he opened the cheeks of my ass and rubbed the butter on my ass hole. I said what are you doing and he said i am going to fuck you. I said what and he said I am going to put my cock up your ass and fuck you like you fuck girls. I said no way and he just pushed me down and held me there and while I resisted a bit I didnt want a fight and then he pushed his cock between my legs and said spread them wider and I did and then he pushed his cock against my hole and it wouldnt go in. I was sort of tighening my bum hole up too as it didnt feel right. Then he spanked the cheeks of my ass with his hand and while i was protesting about that he pushed and his cock into me and boy did it hurt. I felt this pressure as his cock went in which seemed his cock was twice as big as my ass hole, but it must have stretched me and at first it felt sort of hot and I thought he had split me open but it turned out he hadnt. He just started to fuck me with his cock and after about a minute it started to feel ok, but at first it really hurt. The butter was making his cock slippery and thatÃ‚Â helped. He was hitting something inside me and it felt like I was cumming time after time and my cock was hard and jumping about each time he hit what ever it was.Ã‚Â Any how after a few minutes I began to like it and he was telling me how goodÃ‚Â I was and how warm and comfortable my bum hole was. I said what about the shit and he said its ok there wont be any. I really began to like what he was doing to me and it was feeling really good when he started to go faster and harder and then he came as I could tell from what he had done before when he came and I could feel his cock get softer and then the warmth of his cum in my bum. He pulled it out and I felt sort of let down as I was really enjoying it. ThenÃ‚Â Arnold said to my mate go on you do him while he is enjoying it and he said what about your cum and stuff and he said just think it is butter and he then went into me but it didnt feel anywhere near as good as his cock wasnt as big as Arnolds but it was ok. He fucked me until he came too and by then the cum and butter was running down my legs and it was feeling uncomfortable. I went tot he bathroom as I really felt like I wanted to shit and Arnold was there washing his cock and balls which were also covered in cum and butter. I said was there any shit onÃ‚Â your cock and he said no.Ã‚Â When I sat downa lot of air blew out and I farted for a while and his cum and stuff ran out and I managed to do a little shit and then he said its better if you have a shower and I undressed and showered and Arnold got in with me and we played with each other cocks as we had a shower. it was fun.Ã‚Â
After that my friend and I wanked and sucked each other almost every day and he fucked me a few times before I managed to let me fuck him. It sounded like it was a bit like me only it didnt hurt him as I had a smaller cock. I came too but didnt cum in him because we hadnt started cumming then.
Every time Arnold visited the three of us all sucked and fucked each other and I got used to his cock and it went into my bumÃ‚Â easy and he bought special lubricant to do it with rather than butter. He ended up fucking his cousin too and the first time he did it to him it was almost as bad as when he fucked me the first time but at least he knew what it felt like before he put his cock in him the first time. Both of us ended up fucking Arnold as well and after about 6 months we started to cum so sucking and fucking each other became quite a game. I dont know how much cum I drank but it was a lot as we sucked each other off mostly because we liked that better than wanking but we all enjoyed fucking and being fucked too.
After a couple of years we all met girls and we started to fuck them and they sucked us and we never went back to sucking or fucking each other after that but we occasionally wanked off together.
I'm thinking about you. As I lie here in my solitary bunk, my eyes close; my hand starts its journey down from my soft neck, my fingers trailing across my tight nipples as I imagine y
I had been wanking myself for about 4 or 5 minutes when I saw a shadow on the wall move. I though shit who was that - I hoped it wasnt my dad who I was sure was not home. I dived for cover behind the bench and this female voice said where are you I know you are here. I recognised the voice of Kerrie from next door.
I had taken my pants off and they were out where I had been pulling m
I came out and my cock was soft and dangling down and I had my hand over it. She sort of giggled and said sorry I am not laughing at you I was expecting to see it all hard and not sad like that. She was wearing a two piece swimsuit and showing a lot of bare fleash and I immediately began to get hard again and it was harder to cover my cock. She said please can I see it, I am fascinated and will you do it for me and let me watch. I was extremely embarrassed by being caught with my pants down, masturbating and now with a hard cock she wanted to see and was asking me to wank myself in front of her.
See she said it wants to do it its all hard again, and it looks lovely. Can I touch it and without waiting she came toward me and had her hand out ready to grab my cock. I couldnt help myself and let her feel it and it was wondeful with her nice small soft hand around it and then she use her fingers to play with it a bit and move it about. She said go on do it for me and I realised if I didnt she would have me cumming by doing what she was already.
I said ok but you stay there and i wanted her a couple of feet away. She stood back and I began to stroke myself and she said that looks great, I have always wondered how boys did it, I have to slip my finger in a bit and rub my clit. Without realising I said will you show me how ou do it and she just slipped her pants down and spread her legs and began to finger her downy covered cunt. She eveidently had just started puberty as her hair was just growing, mine had been fully grown for about a year.
She said look its not very comforatable here how about we go to my place and do it and we can do it in comfort. Nobody is home and they wont be till late. I said ok and I got dressed and we went to her place into the pool cabana by the side of their pool.
There were lounges there and she said take all your clothes off and we can start again. She was already slipping her pants off and then her bra. She looked beautiful standing there all naked. I followed and the two of us just looked at each other. I said you look beautiful. She said thank you I like you too.
I was hard already and began to stroke myself sitting on the edge of a lounge and she was opposite me about 3 feet away doing it to herself. She said do you cum, and I said yes. Good she said I want to see it as I have never seen a boy cum or what its like.
By now I was stroking hard and after a couple of minutes I was getting the feeling like I was going to cum pretty quick. With her watching me I worked up much faster than normal and I said get ready I am nearly there and I stood up and spread my legs and half squatted and pulled a bit quicker and then it started and I grunted a bit and I shot cum everywhere. I was saying OH GOD OH GOD as I pumped it out - it felt great with her looking at me. It spurted out about a yard or more in three or four big spurts before it stopped and began to dribble out. I had to sit down as my legs went all weak.
She sat there wide eyed and watched me intently. That was fantasic I loved it she said and got down on her knees and started to poke at the cum and look at it all spashed on the tile floor. She had quite a bit on her finger and was making strings with it, she said its all sticky and white like, and I said yes. She said I love it, I thought it was clear like piss or something. She played with it while i milked the rest of the cum out of my cock and let it dribble onto the floor. Then she picked up a bit on her finger and put it in her mouth and sucked it off her finger,I couldnt believe it. She said it doesnt taste very nice, I dont know why girls swallow it when they do it to men with their mouth. I am not sure if I could or not.
Then she got up and said now its my turn and she spread her legs and began to rub her finger into her cunt and along her slit and over the top of it and then ran her finger around in rings over the top of her slit. I got down between her legs to watch and it was great, my first close look at a cunt. She went for about 4 or five minutes rolling her head and ouching her nipples with her free hand and she was really having a great ime. I was fascinated. My cock was hard again and I was playing with it as I watched her.
Then she gasped and murmured and said its happening I'm cumming I'm cumming and she rubber her clit harder and opened her legs a closed them a bit and pulled her nipple with her finger and grunted a few times and sort of had a spasm like I do sometimes. I was getting the best show of my life.
I started to wank hard and saw some juice run down her cunt which she wiped up with her finger and wiped on the lounge cover. She was laying back on the lounge now completely exhausted, with her legs over the edge of the lounge and her cunt all wet and looking wonderful.
I dont know what came over me but I leaned forward and kissed and licked her cunt and she sat up real quick, I got some juice on my tongue which had a strong taste. Why did you do that she said - and I said because I couldnt help it I have never seen anything so beautiful before - that was wonderful and your cunt looked so nice I couldnt help it.
The two of is just sat there for about 10 minutes talking about masturbating and how often we did it and when we started. We really opened up and I told her things that I would never have told anybody else and she did the same.
I said can I kiss you and she stood up and we embraced and everything just went wild in my hed and we really started to kiss madly and rub our bodies together and my cock was hard and against the outside of her cunt and we ground into each other having what we both realise now was a dry fuck. I was rubbing her tits and she would put her hand down and adjust my cock into a position she like to feel me in. I suppose we did this for about 5 minutes and I couldnt help it and I came again. I knew I was going to and instead of pulling back I let it spurt up between us and over our bodies where they were touching and rubbing. She sighed and said that was great, I didnt realise it was warm too as we parted and my cum ran down our stomachs and thighs. She said I nearly came myself and she said next time we know what to do.
I said I have never had so much fun and held her to me and we kissed again and spread my cum all over us as we rubbed together again, this time it was cold and didnt feel as good. she said I want to do this again with you, I love you - and I said I love you too. We kissed and cuddled again but we never made another orgasm together.
After that we had a shower together in the cabana which was great fun rubbing soap all over each other and I slipped my finger into her cunt and she said - do it some more and told me where to rub and after a few minutes she had an orgasm that I made for her with water showering down all over us. She was so happy. She said thats the first time anybody had made me do it without me doing it myself. I said I hope I can do it again for you, and she said so do I.
We dressed and kissed a lot again and she said can you come over tomorrow and I said try and keep me away.
From that day on our sex improved and within a month we were into real intercourse and fucking like rabbits and every other form of sex as well. More about that later.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
ONE MAGICAL MORNING
By: Jennifer Devlin
The morning of Saturday, November 17, 2007 will be stuck in my head for a very long time, and I just had to write about it. It was around 8:00am and my boyfriend and I had just woken up from an extremely wild night of mutual masturbation and role playing. As if that were not enough, I was still horny as hell. As we sat having coffee all I could think about was how wet my pussy was and how bad I wanted to fuck myself. I quickly excused myself from the table and headed for the shower.
The only thing hotter than the water was my steaming hot pussy. As I lathered my body up, my hands quickly found there way between my legs. I started to rub my pussy with one hand and place two fingers of my other hand up my tight ass. As I looked out of the glass shower doors I could see my boyfriend standing in the doorway watching me. I slid the door open and waved for him to come in. But he said no. He said that this was going to be strictly about me but he would be standing by if I needed his assistance.
I finished up my shower and headed out to the living room couch. As I lay on the couch fucking my pussy and my ass all I could think about was him going down on me. Joey walked into the living room and put a girl on girl DVD in. He told me to sit on the floor and watch the movie while I fucked myself and that he had some things to take care of around the house but would check on me from time to time. I got up and went to the bedroom to get my lubricant and every toy I could get my hands on. After that I went downstairs and grabbed his long hammer and a couple of fat screwdrivers. My pussy was so wet and I was so horny I could barely walk, but I made it back to the living room just in time for the opening scene of the movie.
I plugged my back massager in (which I have never used to massage my back) and sat on the floor. I took the 5” round vibrating ball and started to rub it slowly down my soaking wet cunt while pressing it hard on my rock hard clit. I took the fattest screwdriver I could find and lubed it up and slowly slid it up my tight ass. I was so turned on by the movie that I rammed the massager all the way in my cunt. All the while I was ramming the screwdriver as far up my ass as it would go. I was so turned on that I was screaming out for more. I wedged the screwdriver in my ass so I could free up my hand to get my 10” dildo and fuck my cunt as fast and as hard as I could. While the massager was pressed tightly against my clit.
As I looked over I saw Joey walk into the room and sit on the love seat. He slid his sweatpants down and began stroking his cock. Between the movie and watching him I could not take anymore. My pussy exploded and I squirted cum all over the place. Little did I know that that was just the beginning of my morning. Joey got up and walked out of the room. He came back seconds later with the digital camera and my string of 2” vibrating balls. He instructed me to sit on the couch and fuck myself with everything and anything that I could, while he takes pictures of me.
If I were brave enough I would submit the pictures along with the story. But I’m not. I sat all the way back and started to push the six 2” balls up my wet cunt. After all the balls were deep inside of me, I took my massager and started to grind it vigorously against my clit. Then I reached for my dildo and rammed it in my cunt, pushing the balls even deeper inside of me. As I fucked my pussy hard and rubbed my clit even harder the vibrating balls sent me into the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I was totally out of control and could not control myself. I kept Cumming over and over again. I could not catch my breath and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I have been masturbating twice a day, everyday since I was a teenager and I have never felt anything even close to that. It was shaping up to be one hell of a morning and it was not over yet.
As he sat on the couch with me at my feet so he could get the best pictures and see the balls get pulled out so slowly and snapped a picture with each one, it’s not only the pictures or the connection we have with each other when we fuck each other we are two very different people we both get so intense and we have learned that we just let go and go where ever it takes us. This morning the intensity was way over the normal range and let me tell you our sex life is anything but normal we do anything to each other and for each other no boundaries, nothing off limits.
The balls were slowly being pulled out of my dripping pussy and just his face when they were coming out just sent me into such a different place then I have ever felt before. My hands were shaking my breathing was so labored, I could hardly even concentrate on anything until he laid down on the couch and put his tongue to my hard pulsing clit and he licked so slow so that I can watch his tongue sliding all over my clit then deep in my pussy and back up, when he came up and had his tongue out I could see my cum on his tongue and he just says mmmmm, your pussy tastes sooo good, his voice, his touch, his eyes locked so deeply in to mine his only worry is to pleasure me and take me to heights we never been at, yet every time we step it in a different direction or change something just to keep each other wanting one another.
My cum was dripping off his tongue and he just starts talking telling me I’m his slut and he loves to fuck me loves to see my pussy and loves to know that in order to cum intensely it needs to be by his hand and his doing. The not being able to take myself there on my own is ok with me, I do need him to get me there he says it’s about me but to me it’s about turning him on while I touch myself but not completely it is about him too. To see him look at me in that I want to fuck you look, to tell me he loves my pussy and watching me fuck my pussy and ass with things you don’t normally see as sex objects but if it will please him I am game for anything. He slid next to me close to my face told me to calm down lay back and just let it happen what ever that is just let yourself go. His eyes so intense his mouth open and watching his tongue as he talks so soft he starts slow just caressing my pussy, his hands so strong and warm he then slips two fingers slowly way inside me flicking my g spot and then in his own way he takes over tells me not to touch his fucking hand and don’t pull his fingers out:
Open your fucking legs now slut be a good slut and show me how sluts like it. I am no slut but to me making love is boring, with Joey we just fuck and fuck good. I love to be told what to do I love to be punished when he doesn’t get it, he smacks my ass, my tits, and knows just how to slap me in a way that it never hurts but it gives you a burst of anger on top of the intense unbelievable pleasure. I want to be his slut I want him to take what he wants don’t ask, don’t tell me just go for it whatever it is, if I know he wants it he gets it he always gives me what I want always. To cum 5 to 10 times is nothing for me when he touches me I can’t get enough of him and pleasing him. I couldn’t really explain what made things different this morning but as he leaned to my face told me to just give him everything I got I never knew it would be so many times, I kept Cuming and exploding, it was squirting all over up him arm that I can see his veins were protruding out and that fucking really drives me crazy.
I know he is giving me all he has to make me cum and feel the only way he can make me feel. As I would cum he would count 1, 5, 10, and at this point I am just flipping out asking him to stop and go slow I’m so sensitive and looks at me and says I’ll go slower but keep going almost there let’s break the record. Being so into the feelings of oh fuck don’t stop, and the oh fuck I can’t take anymore I had no idea what he was talking about but once he puts his fingers up to “that spot” and locks his eyes to mine I am so intent on being anything and everything he wants and needs I can calm down enough for a whole 10 seconds long enough for him to send me into another in mind blowing intense orgasms. As it’s flowing out of my pussy past his hand down my ass he counts 15, seconds later 16, and he says give me one more just let everything go scream if you want to just hold on, one more and we have broken all records. I had already felt it coming and it was going to be the most intense one of them all. After we were done he slowly leaned over me and gently kissed my lips, told me he loved me and assured me that our record would not stand long. I can only imagine what tomorrow morning holds in store for me.
My sympathetic aunt.
It starts here.
"I bet he can" - "Do you really think he could at his age?" - "Would you think I was a dirty bitch if I tried to find out if he can?" - "You wouldn't would you? You'd have to find a way too,he might not let you" ... This ---------------------------------- It was a conversation between my mother and her sister,my maternal aunt. This had been a while before and I failed to relate it to myself and just assumed it was to do with some bloke,possibly an old guy and their dirty minds were as usual seeking a smutty turn on. I knew they tended to go private sometimes and I also knew some stuff they got up to together. But that's not for here now. I always recognised these moments by the filthy laughing that ensued,almost a cackle sometimes. Pair of old witches I'd think and push off to do my own thing. This of course included much masterbation in my pubertic years. So that's where I'll begin! ------------------------------ I was not pleased on this day a few months later. I had had a fall and felt a right idiot entering my aunt's house having returned from hospital with my right arm stuck out in an 'L' shaped plaster cast held up with a steel support rod. Shit I ached from head to toe and felt like I'd been under a road roller. I hadn't,I had come tumbling off my bike and fell over a small cliff. What an idiot? My wanking arm out of action for god knows how long and having used my left arm to wank at times I knew it didn't work. What a shit situation,all for being a smart ass. My aunt wasn't one of those 'OO my poor baby' types. No - more the 'up to no good' type,which suited me fine. I got on just swell with her and spent many happy wanks thinking what I could do to her if she had the good sense to get naked with me on her bed. Yeah,I'd had some eyefull's of that gorgeous mature body and yes,she needed me fucking her. Trouble is,I'm the only one that realise's it. Not the slightest hint from her when she did catch me looking at her naked tits once. So having told my happening to her,she responded just fine. "Buggered that nice shirt up by slitting the sleeve like that. You'll ache even more in the morning. What you need is a good soak in a hot bath with Radox,I got some if you feel like taking one" - I did and I would. - So I'm off to the bathroom with aunt ahead,she drew off the water,added the radow,swirlled it around and went to leave me to it. "Aunt,I ain't goin to be able to do this without help you know" - "Easy" - she took a pair of scissors from the cabinet and sliced the rest of my shirt away. "There see,that was easy,okay?" - "Well not really,my left arms useless" - "Its your right arm not your left!" - NO aunt,I mean I can't use my left for hardly anything,I'm very much right handed" At this time I was being totally sincere I tell you. But now she looked at me a bit weird,or more like suspiciously. "You wouldn't want me to undress you completely like when you were a kid. Would you?" - The emphasis on 'would' was not lost on me,but still in innocence I added,I'm not going to be able too,its the only way I'm going to get in unless I get in with my clothes on" - "Come here,that would be daft,you can't soak properly dressed,can you" By now my shorts and boxers were on their way to the floor as she gently tugged them off me. Her eyes took in my package and with a wry smile touching her lips, "Bigger than when I last soaped that thing up,making sure it was washed properly" Now she stood unashamedly watching as I awkwardly entered the bath,making a slight slip as balanced between being in and being out,she clutched at me,pressing my good shoulder and arm hard against her bossom's. "This is going to be harder for you than I thought,what with trying to keep that plaster from getting wet and trying to soap yourself,I can see you turning turtle and drowning,then where will we all be?" I hated myself in that moment,because her sincere thoughts were overruled by my knob as her tits pressed at my back. That beast of mine cheated by shifting up a gear and was now trying to enlarge itself sticking out prominently forward of my belly as I consciously tried to stop it from doing so. I knew I'd gone red and aunt like a true hero made light of it saying, - "That water must be a bit hot for you,want some more cold in it?" Relieved about my embarrassment I nodded and she added some cold,but would you believe it,in so doing she inadvertantly bent forward to the taps and showed me a lot of upper thigh as I stood perched waiting for help to sit down. Help was there as well as two very sexy tits hanging from the front of my aunt and exposed to my eyes through her loose top as she gripped me like a nurse to immerse me downwards to a sitting position. "I'm not leaving you in this condition,you wont mind me staying to help you I reckon" - "Good,just lay back and I'll soap you up a bit. I never thought I'd be doing this again,like when you were young,remember?" - I did and I remembered how as she rolled my foreskin back while telling me to always remember to wash under this bit,its important,adding 'Oh my god,that's so tight and look how red your penis is under the skin' - I remembered alright and I also remembered she would rub and wash it a long time and although I didn't recognise it,she had me hard even then. Now I'm laying back as she soaps me across shoulder's and chest while my useless arm is hanging over the side well away from the water. A movement from her to reach across me to soap under my armpit changes her position and focuses my mind. The fingers on my plastered arm is touching something warm,twitching slightly just my finger tips,I know what it is,its aunts warm inner thigh. She carries on not noticing as I feel the tension in my nether region. I dare not feel her but I equally have no intention of moving away from her sexy warm skin. There's a give away though,my cock has responded and now stands at a fully hard erection. I slowly move the only hand I got over as much as I can hide of my hardon. "Relax,its only natural for a man to react if a woman's washing him,go on relax,I'll sort it,you'll see" - I'm all aflame now,as she took hold of this traitor of mine, "See,it just wants me to wash it like I used to all that time ago" My foreskin was peeling back because of my throbbing hard on and now she peeled it right back. "See,I hope you remembered what I said all those years ago about washing under this" - She yanked my skin forward and back as my ass cheeks squeezed together to try and control my feelings,I knew much of this and I'd shoot off there and then in front of aunty's face. Thank goodness she let it go and splashed some hot bath water over it. "Oh,look how these have grown" - She had my soft sac in her hand as it tried to float just under the waters surface. Now,juggling my balls in the palm of her hand she played with them unmercifully as she watched my reactions, "I bet you'll find it hard to,you know,you do I expect,being without your right hand will be a disaster for you at night" - She now moved slightly as she squat against my hand. "I know I would,oh yes,you're not alone you know,pity the hand down there isn't more active at the moment" I just couldn't stop myself,I twitched my fingers against the warm flesh of her thigh. "God you dirty little bugger,you would wouldn't you,given half the chance. Makes me wonder just how advanced you are you little sod?" I grinned,now with a new found confidence, "I do and I will miss all my moments for longer than I dare think of" - I realised that with this talk,my aunt's hand was back at my cock,both hands in fact,soaping and rubbing and bringing an orgasm which I was trying to hide like hell fearing she'd stop if she realised I was going to cum. She looked at my face,then my hardon. "I'll do it just once for you" and promptly started to wank me like fury. I lifted my stomach up from the water as my belly stiffened in orgasm,she knew because her hand stroked at my cock like a piston and was gripping it so tight the head was as purple and fat as a victoria plum. I felt the pressure and I reckon she did as well as just as my cum shot skywards she relaxed the pressure just about right. The shock of my cum hitting her eyebrow and dangling to her nose clearly shocked her,grinning now, "You little bugger,I didn't realise you could shoot already, - stating the obvious, - that's sticking to my eyebrow and there's me thinking you couldn't shoot off yet" I,on coming down to earth also realised my fingers were up against aunt's knickers,a very wet pair of knickers at that. Looking at her hand still gripping my hardon,my after spurts lay all over her fingers as they still made a circle round my cock. It looked like liquid shampoo floating just below the surface as she sunk her hand below the water letting my sperm float away from those fingers. "We've soaked you enough I reckon for now,come on lets get you up and wiped,then I need to lay down on my bed for a while if you get my meaning!" I did,she needed to masterbate and my legs were working ok,I intended to watch her doing it,who knows,when I'm up and running again,she may let me help her as she helped me. As I got better I heard another snippet of conversation. - "I tell you he can and it shot so hard it stuck to my eyebrow. I reckon we could both use his,its a pretty large one for his age,what do you reckon,now I've found out,shall we let him?" ...I'd never thought of that but with my hand back in use I wanked first about my aunt,then about fucking mum and again about fucking both of them together. I wonder what their plan is regarding me!
It was a conversation between my mother and her sister,my maternal aunt. This had been a while before and I failed to relate it to myself and just assumed it was to do with some bloke,possibly an old guy and their dirty minds were as usual seeking a smutty turn on. I knew they tended to go private sometimes and I also knew some stuff they got up to together. But that's not for here now. I always recognised these moments by the filthy laughing that ensued,almost a cackle sometimes. Pair of old witches I'd think and push off to do my own thing.
This of course included much masterbation in my pubertic years. So that's where I'll begin!
I was not pleased on this day a few months later. I had had a fall and felt a right idiot entering my aunt's house having returned from hospital with my right arm stuck out in an 'L' shaped plaster cast held up with a steel support rod. Shit I ached from head to toe and felt like I'd been under a road roller. I hadn't,I had come tumbling off my bike and fell over a small cliff. What an idiot? My wanking arm out of action for god knows how long and having used my left arm to wank at times I knew it didn't work. What a shit situation,all for being a smart ass.
My aunt wasn't one of those 'OO my poor baby' types. No - more the 'up to no good' type,which suited me fine. I got on just swell with her and spent many happy wanks thinking what I could do to her if she had the good sense to get naked with me on her bed. Yeah,I'd had some eyefull's of that gorgeous mature body and yes,she needed me fucking her. Trouble is,I'm the only one that realise's it. Not the slightest hint from her when she did catch me looking at her naked tits once.
So having told my happening to her,she responded just fine. "Buggered that nice shirt up by slitting the sleeve like that. You'll ache even more in the morning. What you need is a good soak in a hot bath with Radox,I got some if you feel like taking one" - I did and I would. - So I'm off to the bathroom with aunt ahead,she drew off the water,added the radow,swirlled it around and went to leave me to it. "Aunt,I ain't goin to be able to do this without help you know" - "Easy" - she took a pair of scissors from the cabinet and sliced the rest of my shirt away. "There see,that was easy,okay?" - "Well not really,my left arms useless" - "Its your right arm not your left!" - NO aunt,I mean I can't use my left for hardly anything,I'm very much right handed"
At this time I was being totally sincere I tell you. But now she looked at me a bit weird,or more like suspiciously. "You wouldn't want me to undress you completely like when you were a kid. Would you?" - The emphasis on 'would' was not lost on me,but still in innocence I added,I'm not going to be able too,its the only way I'm going to get in unless I get in with my clothes on" - "Come here,that would be daft,you can't soak properly dressed,can you" By now my shorts and boxers were on their way to the floor as she gently tugged them off me.
Her eyes took in my package and with a wry smile touching her lips, "Bigger than when I last soaped that thing up,making sure it was washed properly" Now she stood unashamedly watching as I awkwardly entered the bath,making a slight slip as balanced between being in and being out,she clutched at me,pressing my good shoulder and arm hard against her bossom's. "This is going to be harder for you than I thought,what with trying to keep that plaster from getting wet and trying to soap yourself,I can see you turning turtle and drowning,then where will we all be?"
I hated myself in that moment,because her sincere thoughts were overruled by my knob as her tits pressed at my back. That beast of mine cheated by shifting up a gear and was now trying to enlarge itself sticking out prominently forward of my belly as I consciously tried to stop it from doing so. I knew I'd gone red and aunt like a true hero made light of it saying, - "That water must be a bit hot for you,want some more cold in it?" Relieved about my embarrassment I nodded and she added some cold,but would you believe it,in so doing she inadvertantly bent forward to the taps and showed me a lot of upper thigh as I stood perched waiting for help to sit down.
Help was there as well as two very sexy tits hanging from the front of my aunt and exposed to my eyes through her loose top as she gripped me like a nurse to immerse me downwards to a sitting position. "I'm not leaving you in this condition,you wont mind me staying to help you I reckon" - "Good,just lay back and I'll soap you up a bit. I never thought I'd be doing this again,like when you were young,remember?" - I did and I remembered how as she rolled my foreskin back while telling me to always remember to wash under this bit,its important,adding 'Oh my god,that's so tight and look how red your penis is under the skin' - I remembered alright and I also remembered she would rub and wash it a long time and although I didn't recognise it,she had me hard even then.
Now I'm laying back as she soaps me across shoulder's and chest while my useless arm is hanging over the side well away from the water. A movement from her to reach across me to soap under my armpit changes her position and focuses my mind. The fingers on my plastered arm is touching something warm,twitching slightly just my finger tips,I know what it is,its aunts warm inner thigh. She carries on not noticing as I feel the tension in my nether region. I dare not feel her but I equally have no intention of moving away from her sexy warm skin.
There's a give away though,my cock has responded and now stands at a fully hard erection. I slowly move the only hand I got over as much as I can hide of my hardon. "Relax,its only natural for a man to react if a woman's washing him,go on relax,I'll sort it,you'll see" - I'm all aflame now,as she took hold of this traitor of mine, "See,it just wants me to wash it like I used to all that time ago" My foreskin was peeling back because of my throbbing hard on and now she peeled it right back. "See,I hope you remembered what I said all those years ago about washing under this" - She yanked my skin forward and back as my ass cheeks squeezed together to try and control my feelings,I knew much of this and I'd shoot off there and then in front of aunty's face.
Thank goodness she let it go and splashed some hot bath water over it. "Oh,look how these have grown" - She had my soft sac in her hand as it tried to float just under the waters surface.
Now,juggling my balls in the palm of her hand she played with them unmercifully as she watched my reactions, "I bet you'll find it hard to,you know,you do I expect,being without your right hand will be a disaster for you at night" - She now moved slightly as she squat against my hand. "I know I would,oh yes,you're not alone you know,pity the hand down there isn't more active at the moment" I just couldn't stop myself,I twitched my fingers against the warm flesh of her thigh. "God you dirty little bugger,you would wouldn't you,given half the chance. Makes me wonder just how advanced you are you little sod?"
I grinned,now with a new found confidence, "I do and I will miss all my moments for longer than I dare think of" - I realised that with this talk,my aunt's hand was back at my cock,both hands in fact,soaping and rubbing and bringing an orgasm which I was trying to hide like hell fearing she'd stop if she realised I was going to cum. She looked at my face,then my hardon. "I'll do it just once for you" and promptly started to wank me like fury. I lifted my stomach up from the water as my belly stiffened in orgasm,she knew because her hand stroked at my cock like a piston and was gripping it so tight the head was as purple and fat as a victoria plum.
I felt the pressure and I reckon she did as well as just as my cum shot skywards she relaxed the pressure just about right. The shock of my cum hitting her eyebrow and dangling to her nose clearly shocked her,grinning now, "You little bugger,I didn't realise you could shoot already, - stating the obvious, - that's sticking to my eyebrow and there's me thinking you couldn't shoot off yet" I,on coming down to earth also realised my fingers were up against aunt's knickers,a very wet pair of knickers at that. Looking at her hand still gripping my hardon,my after spurts lay all over her fingers as they still made a circle round my cock. It looked like liquid shampoo floating just below the surface as she sunk her hand below the water letting my sperm float away from those fingers.
"We've soaked you enough I reckon for now,come on lets get you up and wiped,then I need to lay down on my bed for a while if you get my meaning!" I did,she needed to masterbate and my legs were working ok,I intended to watch her doing it,who knows,when I'm up and running again,she may let me help her as she helped me.
As I got better I heard another snippet of conversation. - "I tell you he can and it shot so hard it stuck to my eyebrow. I reckon we could both use his,its a pretty large one for his age,what do you reckon,now I've found out,shall we let him?" ...I'd never thought of that but with my hand back in use I wanked first about my aunt,then about fucking mum and again about fucking both of them together. I wonder what their plan is regarding me!