Absolute Power 7
This is a continuation of the story originally re-posted on this site by Maya Rani Sanjay. This story was written by Warlord on wolfpub.com. I take no credit for this story.
This is a continuation of the story originally re-posted on this site by Maya Rani Sanjay. This story was written by Warlord on wolfpub.com. I take no credit for this story.
This is a continuation of the story originally re-posted on this site by Maya Rani Sanjay. This story was written by Warlord on wolfpub.com. I take no credit for this story.
This is a continuation of the story originally re-posted on this site by Maya Rani Sanjay. This story was written by Warlord on wolfpub.com. I take no credit for this story.
A teen girl discovers sexy super powers!
A quick poem I found in an old journal thingy…..eh.
the continuing exploits of Charity Jones
Nick still struggles with seeing things from Danny’s perspective in regards to Lizzy. Mitch takes a bold step in moving on from Lizzy. Tiffany plots how to ruin Nick and Stacy’s relationship and Nick finally seeks therapy.
Skinny-dipping with Billy Bradley ruined my life for several years but then I met Tim and Tina and my life changed forever.
Chapter Five: ———————————————————–
Paige moved around to kneel between her sister’s spread legs, and pumped the dildo steadily as she stared at Stevie wriggling and moaning in front of her.
“Harder! Harder!” Stevie gasped, her head jerking from side to side.
Paige pumped harder, and thrust in deep. On one thrust the side of her hand hit Stevie’s pussy and the redhead’s eyes flew open wide.
“Again!” she gasped. “Hit my pussy again”‘
“What?”
“Harder! Shove it in so your hand hits my pussy”
Paige looked down nervously, then pulled the dildo back and thrust in hard until the side of her fist smashed into Stevie’s pussy mound. Stevie gave a low cry and flung her head back, arching her back as her groin humped up against the dildo.
Paige slid it back, then jammed it into her again, once more letting the side of her fist mash into Stevie’s pussy. The feel of the pussy, oily and hot, against her fist made her own pussy growl for attention. She ground her knuckles into Stevie’s cunt as she slid her other hand down into her pajamas and rubbed furiously on her own slit.
Stevie gurgled in ecstasy. Her hands gripped the front of her top and ripped it open, exposing her swollen breasts and hard little pink nipples. Her hands slapped down on the bulbous mammaries, fingers digging in deep as she squeezed repeatedly.
Paige watched the dildo as it slid back and forth in her sister’s cunt opening. The rubber glistened wetly and she felt the pressure of Stevie’s cunt muscles as she pumped it in and out. Her eyes stared at the beads of moisture on the red furred snatch, and at her pussy lips being pulled back and forth by the action of the dildo’ pulled out, then pushed in, then pulled out again.
She twisted the dildo to one side, drawing a gasp from the redhead, then she pressed it especially hard against the top of Stevie’s pussy as she sawed it back and forth over her sister’s clitty. Stevie arched her back again, clawing at her tits as she whined in heated passion.
Her feet pawed at the bed, jerking and bouncing up and down as she humped up against the plunging rubber cock. Paige’s own pussy was burning with excitement. She ground her thumb down on it and exploded into her own climax, grunting and shaking as the pleasure washed over her.
She humped against her fingers, still pumping the dildo up Stevie’s snatch as she groaned in delight.
Then it passed, leaving her weak, but still excited. She stared down at Stevie’s swat, then, daringly, pulled her hand out of her pants and slid her finger down against her sister’s clitty, rubbing it as she pumped the dildo.
Stevie was rolling her head back and forth in bliss, her eyes closed, mouth open as she panted and mewled in pleasure. She opened her eyes and stared at Paige as the blonde leaned closer and closer to her pussy.
Paige licked her lips once, then bent over between Stevie’s legs. She stared at the cunt maw from inches away, still pumping the dildo in and out. Then she slid it out entirely and watched the pussy lips close again. She reached down with a tentative finger and slid it between the folds of the red furred pussy lips, prying them open once again, then used the fingers of both hands pull open Stevie’s cunt and stare into the gleaming pink within.
“Paige,” Stevie gasped.
Paige ignored her, bending closer. She tried to remember how Jamie had done it to her. She pushed two fingers together and slid them into Stevie’s box, sliding them deep, then used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to hold open her pussy lips.
She bent and slid her tongue up and down against Stevie’s clitty.
Stevie stared in shock, amazed and stunned as she saw her sister’s tongue slide into her pussy slit and make contact with her clitty. She felt a powerful burst of erotic lust as she felt the soft wet tongue dancing on her clitoris.
Paige’s fingers pumped back and forth inside her, rasping against the clitty from beneath as the blonde’s tongue attacked it from the other side. Paige pressed her lips in close and sucked hard on the little bud, making Stevie cry out in delight, causing her legs to jerk up and down on the bed.
Stevie came with a blast of deep, gut wrenching sexual bliss, her entire body rippling with electrical blastwaves of excitement as the climax grew and grew. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she humped up desperately, her hands shooting down onto Paige’s head and jamming it into her cunt.
She jerked her head far back, actually lifting her shoulders off the bed as she ground her teeth together and blew out all the air in her lungs in sharp, forceful puffs. She gurgled helplessly, her vision blurring from lack of air. She could not remember how to inhale while the fiery sexual climax continued to rip through her body.
Then she fell limp to the bed, moaning tiredly as the orgasm ebbed. Her hands fell from Paige’s head and the blonde purled her face free, then slowly crawled up along her sister’s body, straddling her like a lion over its kill.
She looked down at the bedraggled redhead, her eyes closed, her full breasts rising and falling quickly with her deep breathing, and felt a deep love and lust for her. She bent, examining the long, thin, hard pink nipple. She slid her hands onto Stevie’s big mammary mounds, amazed by how different they felt from her own.
She squeezed Stevie’s tits, watching her fingers mash the meaty flesh from side to side. Then she bent and licked her tongue back and forth across Stevie’s left nipple several times before folding her lips on it and sucking.
She sucked avidly, her tongue whipping back and forth against the nipple as she held it within her lips. She continued to squeeze and knead the hot, swollen titties, and changed nipples several times as Stevie slowly regained her strength.
Then Stevie sat up and the two stared into each other’s eyes. Bright green met deep blue.
Stevie pushed the blonde over onto her back and lay alongside her for a moment. Paige lay on her back, her hands beside her head on the bed, watching as Stevie’s nimble fingers quickly unfastened the buttons down the front of her pajama tops.
She felt strangely embarrassed as the redhead opened the top and revealed her naked chest. Nobody had seen her tits except her doctor. Even the boys she’d made out with hadn’t seen them really since they were always in darkened cars.
She saw her own nipples were very hard and felt them tingling with excitement. Stevie slid her hands onto her breasts and Paige felt a terrific heat there. Her breasts, especially her nipples, were incredibly sensitive to her sister’s touch.
In fact, as Stevie softly squeezed and kneaded her round hillocks, she felt the first real pleasure she had ever received from her mammaries. Her tits didn’t feel that good when she squeezed them, and boys always squeezed them so hard she felt more pain than pleasure.
Stevie was softly caressing them, her hands gliding over the rounded surfaces, fingers flicking across her aroused nipples. She leaned over, her long red hair falling across Paige’s breasts, tickling them. She pushed her tongue out and slid it down onto the blonde’s left titty, down near the bottom.
Then, as Paige watched, entranced, Stevie slid her tongue all around her tit, encircling it in a sizzling trail of heat. She began to kiss across it, avoiding the nipple, her tongue gliding smoothly up and down, back and forth, then she began to circle the nipple, getting closer and closer.
Suddenly her lips closed on the stiff nipple and she sucked hard, drawing it into her mouth and mashing her tongue against it.
“Wuunuhhhhhh!” Paige gasped, astonished at the blast of sexual pleasure that ripped into her chest.
Stevie’s hands were still stroking and rubbing against her breasts. Paige arched her back, pushing her round titties up into her hands. Then she yelped as she felt a sting on her nipple. Stevie had seized it between her teeth and was gnawing on it, grinding her teeth from side to side as she suckled.
The intensity of the feeling on that nipple grew even greater as the redhead opened her teeth and began licking at it. She bit down again, then again, sucking and licking.
Paige gasped and groaned, her body squirming helplessly. She humped upwards and felt a bolt of pure white fire in her cunt as she ground it against Stevie’s thigh. The redhead was half laying over her, her right leg between Paige’s thighs.
Paige humped up again, rubbing her moist pussy against Stevie’s thigh. Her pajamas were wet in front from her seeping cunt milk and she felt a moment’s shock at the realization.
Then Stevie licked a smooth, curving line down her belly to the elastic waistband of her pants. Her fingers gripped them and she tugged them down the blonde’s short legs. Paige pulled her legs up and back as her sister slipped the pants up and off, then tossed them on the ground.
Paige’s legs fell back to the bed, wide apart. Again she felt a moment’s embarrassment as her sister gazed down into her hot, wet, gold furred fuck entrance.
Stevie bent over and licked up and down alongside her slit, then pried her pussy open and began to run her tongue along the pink flesh inside. She avoided her clitty at first, her tongue diving into Paige’s cunt hole as deep as it would go. She mashed her lips against the pink meat as she wiggled her tongue inside her sister’s fuck tunnel.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh, Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” Paige gasped. She gasped, then gave a hard jerk, her legs flying open wide and her ass bouncing up and down on the bed. Stevie thrust her fingers deep into Paige’s cunt hole and pumped furiously as the blonde came with a shattering bang.
Paige jerked and humped and rolled her head from side to side, her body heaving and wriggling in ecstasy as Stevie jammed a third finger up her hole, then closed her thumb against the clitty and ground it between them.
Paige’s orgasm continued and grew more intense. Then she peaked and fell back exhausted.
Stevie bent and began to lick her clitty, her tongue wiping back and forth as she sought to suck it into her mouth. Her lungers continued to pump in and out of her sister’s fuck pit as she blew and sucked and rubbed her lips and tongue over her clitty.
She pulled back after long seconds, and reached for the dildo. Her tongue pressed against the blonde’s clitty again as she slid the dildo up against the cunt hole and pushed it in.
Paige felt herself split wide by the thick dildo and groaned in pleasure as it moved into her body. Her cunt tube widened around the rubber click and her clitty buzzed with excitement as it felt the pressure against it.
Paige pumped it in and out steadily as slurped on her clitoris, and within minutes Paige was wriggling and moaning once again as she was dung into another shattering orgasmic seizure.
Stevie locked her door that night, knowing either her father, or one of her brothers would try and visit her otherwise, and too fucked out to want more. She slept soundly, her dreams filled with cocks and tits and cunts, and her body flushed with the eroticism of them all.
She woke refreshed, and horny. She started to jerk off but then thought that maybe she could kind someone to help her. She pulled on her satin pajama top and padded to her door, unlocking and opening it, then peering out into the hall.
She moved down the hall to Paige’s room but it was empty. She remembered then that the blonde had cheerleader practice this morning. She peeked into Mike’s room but he was gone too, football practice. She grumbled unhappily then moved to the next room.
The Dennis was sitting on his bed reading when she peeked inside. He glanced up with interest when she leaned in.
“Who’s home?” she asked.
He knew exactly what she meant.
“Rob and Dad.”
“Where’s Donnie7”
“Shower.”
She gave him a seductive look but he shook his head.
“Forget it, Steph.”
Her face fell. “Why?” she pouted.
“Because if you’re not downstairs in ten minutes Dad is going to come looking for you.”
“He won’t find me in the shower.”
“He’ll wonder where the hell you are. It’s too dangerous. You’ll have to wait until later.”
“I thought you guys liked it,” she sulked.
He grinned in smug amusement. “We did, Steph, but neither of us wants to get tossed out of the house.”
“Dad wouldn’t do that, I guarantee it.”
“I’m afraid your guarantee won’t put us through college.”
She heaved a sigh of regret.
“Hey,” he called as she turned away.
“What?”
“Wanna ditch school today?”‘
“You’d ditch school?” she asked in amazement.
“Me and Donnie.”
“Wow! you must have liked it!”
“Want to?”
“Okay.”
She went hack to her room and got her towel and robe, then went into the bathroom that adjoined both her and Paige’s rooms. She stripped and had a quick shower, restraining herself from jerking off only by the greatest effort.
She blew dry her long red hair so it looked loose and wild, yet hung in perfect rows down the sides and back of her face. She also gave herself bangs today, brushing them to perfection.
She went back to her room and opened her dresser, wondering what to wear. She slipped on a lacy black G-string, then bent and pulled out some scantihose and pulled it on one leg at a time.
Scantihose were a new kind of pantyhose. There were two separate stockings that slid up her legs to her crotch, almost touching her pussy on the inside and narrowing on the outside of her leg as it reached up her hips to attach to a lacy elastic belt around her waist. It was more comfortable and sexier than a garter belt and stockings, and she could wear a really short skirt without the tops showing. Besides, she thought the effect would impress the twins.
She drew out a lacy little black French bra and pulled that on as well, then drew on a black silk shirt and frilly black mini-skirt. All in black, she thought to herself, ready for evil deeds.
She stepped into a pair of high heels and made her way downstairs. Rob had gone and her father was just finishing his breakfast.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said. He glanced up from his paper, looked around warily, then winked at her.
“How are you, Princess?”
“Okay.”
She walked past him and he grabbed her wrist in one hand, then slid the other up under her skirt in back, rubbing his hand back and forth under her buttocks and cunt pad. She gave a little whimper of pleasure.
He leaned over and leered at her. “How’s that hot little pussy of yours?”
She blushed and smiled tentatively. He chuckled, sliding his hand back and forth over her lightly covered pussy mound. He frowned and let go of her wrist to lift her skirt up. His eyes widened in appreciation when he saw the little string going down the middle of her ass and the scantihose on her thighs.
“Now doesn’t that look pretty?” he sighed. “Where’d you get slutty underwear like that, Stephanie?” She shrugged, a little embarrassed as he stared at her bar buns and continued to rub his fingers over her pussy.
He pulled his chair out from the table and gripped her wrist again, pulling her hack onto his lap. She sat down a little worriedly, glancing towards the stairs.
“Don’t worry about the twins. They’re never down on time,” he whispered in her air. He kissed the side of her throat, then licked up and down it as he held her on his lap.
He had one arm around her waist, just like he used to hold her on his lap when she was little. But his time his other hand was in under her skirt, stroking her pussy through the little G-string. She spread her legs and squirmed as his fingers slid under the lacy panel and rubbed against her bare pussy.
“You were a better fuck than your Mom ever was,” he whispered in her ear.
He wriggled a finger up into the hot tightness of her pussy tunnel and pumped it in and out as he kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist but didn’t really kiss back either, worried the twins would come and see them.
Then he deftly unbuttoned the front of her shirt. The French bra fastened together in front and he had it open and her hard breasts out in seconds. He sighed, then closed his lips on her right nipple, sucking contentedly as his fingers continued to stroke against her clitty.
She was squirming more and more, her insides quivering and burning under his careful touch. He pushed a second finger up into her twat and thumbed her clitty as he suckled at her breast. His other hand, the one around her waist, rose to Cup her left breast, kneading and fondling it as Stevie sighed and groaned in increasing sexual arousal
Her head rolled slowly from side to side then fell forward, her chin hitting her chest momentarily. Her father was fucking his fingers faster and faster, ripping them back and forth over her clitty and jamming them into her with hard pumping motions. Each hard thrust drew a gasp from her trembling lips.
He suddenly grabbed the back of her hair with his left hand, jerking her head back hard, pulling it down onto the table as he leaned forward and locked his lips against her throat. Her gasp of pain and surprise was almost drowned out by his growl of lust as he bit down on her throat and sucked hard.
His fingers pumped faster and harder, making a meaty wet sound as they rammed up into her fuckbox. Stevie was shaking and wiggling her ass, her legs bouncing and jerking in mid-air. Her back was arched hard, thrusting her breasts up and out.
Her father pulled his lips off her throat and gave another growl, then locked his teeth and lips on her right tit, biting down and sucking with ferocious power. Her entire body was bouncing and jerking and shaking as he rammed his fingers up into her cunt, three of them now, pistoning back and forth between her oily cunt lips.
She came, her back arching more, her tits exploding with sensory pleasure, her cunt spasming and shaking setting her entire body trembling with convulsions. Her mouth opened wide and a gargling sound came from her tortured lungs as the force of the orgasm sent storms of ecstasy tearing through her mind.
She humped against him maniacally, her eyes closed tightly as she mewled in dazed satisfaction.
Then, just as her orgasm began to wane, her shoved her off, holding her by hips and hair and pushing her face down across the table. He lifted her skirt and unzipped his cock, then, with one eye on the stairs and the other on her rounded buttocks, her pulled the panel of her G-string aside and slid his hot, hard boner into her steamy snatch.
Stevie felt herself pierced and gasped in delight. The big thick prong drove balls deep into her furnace of a cunt in one hard thrust, but she was so hot and wet she felt no pain. Her father gripped her hips tightly and pounded his tool down her pink fuck- tunnel as he grunted in heated passion.
Stevie’s thighs ground against the corner of her table as her father rutted into her. But he was only after a quickie. Less than two minutes later he gave a hiss of satisfaction and pumped thick white gobs of sperm up his redheaded daughter’s fuck-opening.
He shuddered, then swayed back and forth for a second before pulling his softening prick from her warm depths’ stuffing it back into his pants, and doing up his zipper. he gave her ass a sharp smack, then pulled her skirt down and pulled her off the table, setting her on a chair.
“Wish I had time to see to you properly, but I’ve gotta get to work. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll give you a long ride tonight.”
She knew exactly what he meant by ride and it wasn’t in a car. Her pussy gave a little spurt of heat at the thought. She dazedly did up her bra, then buttoned up her shirt, just as Dennis started down the stairs.
She wondered what the twins would say if they knew she was getting fucked by Dad, or what he would think if he knew the twins and Mike were fucking her, or what any of them would think if they knew she and Paige had fucked, or what Paige would think….
Rob would be pissed. He was the only member of the family she hadn’t fucked. The thought stunned her. How had so much changed in a day?
She greeted Dennis noncommittally, and got up to get her breakfast. He went into the kitchen with her but said and did nothing other than get his own breakfast. The twins were nothing if not careful. Donnie came downstairs a couple of minutes later. The four of them ate together, talking about school and things, then her Dad left.
She glanced at Dennis but he continued to eat his breakfast. She looked the other way but Donnie was also eating. She finished her milk and stood up.
“Well?” She said.
“Plenty of time,” Donnie said.
“Go up and brush your teeth and take a shower, Dennis said.
“I already took a shower.”
“We want you clean,” Donnie said.
“I am clean!” she glared.
“We want you extra clean.”
“What about you guys?”
“We haven’t just been fucking someone,” Dennis said.
She gasped and her eyes widened. Both twins were looking at her strangely and she blushed in embarrassment. “It wasn’t my idea,” She said.
“No?”
“No! He’s the one who fucked me in the first place. Yesterday after he spanked me.”
“And you loved it.”
“Well… well, yeah, kinda.”
“And came and got us to fuck you.”
“I didn’t invite you into my room'” she scowled.
“You waved your ass around us making it perfectly clear what you wanted.”
“So?”
“So go upstairs and take a shower,” Donnie said calmly.
“Yeah, or you’ll get another spanking before we fuck you,” Dennis added.
She started for the stairs, then stopped and turned back, standing in front of the table.
“You guys don’t, like… mind that I fucked Daddy, do you?”
“If you don’t mind, we don’t mind,” Dennis shrugged.
She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, then wiggled her skirt down her long legs, stepping out of it. Both boys were eyeing her body with careful attention as she posed there in her lacy black lingerie.
“Take your time now,” she taunted, turning to present her bare ass to them, then sauntering to the stairs and up. She didn’t think they’d be long in following.
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A shopping trip with his sisters turns exciting.
In which dear 15-year-old Sam finds out she’s a lesbian… the fun way.
This is a part two. I encourage you to read part one.
My sister interrupts a makeout session with a friend. I originally wrote this under the Chemical Ollie penname.
My sister interrupts a makeout session with a friend. I originally wrote this under the Chemical Ollie penname.
My sister really grew up over the winter.
Ann’s Friend and Dad get busy
Things get a little better, maybe.
Laura gets her longings satisfied, and a little more besides.
I have set this story around the mid 19th Century in England and tried to keep the language and attitudes appropriate to the period as far as possible. This isn’t intended to be a purely lesbian story, it’s just the way Part 1 has turned out as I wanted to keep things to a readable length. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Julia lay in her bed and tried to concentrate. There was silence throughout the house and not even a faint whisper from the leaves in the trees outside her window in the sultry, humid August air to distract her. She fancied that if she listened really hard she could hear the soft breathing of her younger sister Elizabeth, asleep in the next bed and tried to pluck up the courage to take the first faltering steps to awakening her senses.
She closed her eyes and concentrated purely on herself. This journey had begun a few weeks ago when her best friend Charlotte had discovered a book while idly looking through her father’s library. The book was written in a strange script that had been painstakingly translated in to English in the margins and preached a hedonistic lifestyle quite divorced from the strictly regimented and closed society of rural, middle class England.
This was a society where men and women were treated equally and their needs were on an equal footing. This equality extended to sex and much of the text described in great detail how men and women could achieve a sense of wellbeing through love making, each page elaborately and beautifully illustrated with the entwined figures and what she presumed to be the local flora and fauna.
Julia had hardly considered this before, as young ladies of her social class and age were expected to act with decorum at all times, and to use their modesty and accomplishments to win the hearts of prospective husbands. The whole process of marriage was a game, part ritual and part political in which the woman had precious little control and love was a long way down the list after duty, honour and expedience.
In the following days, she and Charlotte had read through the entire text and the revelations it contained. Every form of sexual union was celebrated, with none being taboo although the text warned against having children by close relatives which was said to cause weakness in the bloodline. At first Julia had blushed at the direct and straightforward nature of the book but she became increasingly fascinated with this alternative outlook on society.
Science was increasingly pushing at the boundaries of man’s knowledge and one effect of this was to shake the foundations of the religion that had always been accepted as the bedrock of existence. She began to question why she should be constrained in her behaviour and why her situation was so unequal in virtually all areas to her brother. She questioned why modesty and restraint were held to be virtues instead of the pleasures to be obtained from sex in a society that could celebrate such actions rather than censor them. Yet her current situation was built on a reputation that took her family generations to build and would take mere moments to destroy, and sensible of the effect her actions could have on her beloved family she could not embrace her new found knowledge openly but had to wait until the dead of night, like a thief.
There had been a lengthy chapter on the joys to be had by one self and Julia had read that chapter avidly this morning, making a pact with Charlotte that both of them would experiment tonight and meet the following day to discuss the experience. The chapter seemed to be aimed primarily at girls a little younger than Julia, who had recently turned sixteen, but her total lack of experience in this area seemed to make this as good a place to start as any as well as allowing her to dip her toe into this different and exciting world without compromising the life she was obliged to live.
She looked across to make sure her sister was asleep, silently slid back her bedclothes and removed her nightdress with a graceful movement. Julia looked at her slim, naked body and lay back on the bed, her long golden hair spreading out over her shoulders.
Even this was unfamiliar to her, as she had become accustomed to getting dressed with the aid of a ladies maid, her body hidden for modesty’s sake. Once more she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember what was in the book. The overriding theme was to take your time and discover your body and what it desires – ‘each of us is different’.
Using the tips of her fingers she delicately traced a line down the side of her body, past her slim waist and the flare of her hips and onwards down her outer thigh. Julia liked this feeling, it was sensual rather than ticklish, especially when her fingers made the return trip over the more sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
‘Take your time’ she thought as she traced her fingers upwards over her flat, taut belly towards the globes of her generous breasts, deliberately skirting them and continuing upwards to the nape of her neck. She shivered slightly as her fingers found the erogenous zone behind her ears before skirting her breasts again and down towards her thighs.
Julia raised her legs and this time her fingers moved behind her knees and up the back of her thighs before veering away from her pussy and returning to the valley between her twin peaks. She felt hot and dipped her fingers in a glass of water she had by her bedside, allowing the droplets to fall on her heated flesh, running in rivulets down her sides and dampening the sheets causing new sensations as her fingers circled round her belly, spreading the cooling water over a larger area.
An image of George, Charlotte’s brother, formed in her mind and she tried to imagine what his tall, handsome figure would look like unclothed. Julia’s hands gently cupped her tits and she massaged the soft mounds gently, rubbing her thumbs across the area of her nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen beneath her touch. Her breathing deepened as she gently tweaked her nipples before pulling at them and squeezing them harder mixing pain with the pleasure until it was difficult to know where one ended and the other began but she knew was that she was experiencing something new and wonderful.
Julia lifted one of her breasts with its engorged and reddened nipple to her mouth and tenderly licked and sucked at it while her other hand descended in slow sweeping movements towards her luxuriant blonde bush, spacing her fingers as she reached her goal so that they spread each side of her virgin slit and allowed the palm of her hand to cup the prominent mound.
She began to rub in slow circular movements as the feelings of lust in her young body steadily grew but she was not ready yet, not quite aroused enough. She slid both hands under her tits again and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger before descending again to her pussy, this time allowing one of her fingers to trail along the line of her closed lips, shivering with anticipation. Julia increased the pressure on her labia, expecting them to part but they remained tight shut. She needed to see what she was doing so she turned up the light in the oil lamp and took a small mirror from her dressing table and placed it between her knees.
The sight of her pussy in the mirror made her feel even more aroused and she gently slid both hands either side of her outer lips and pulled them apart, using an exploratory finger to rub along the emerging gap. Julia shivered again at the heightened sensitivity of this area, and needing more lubrication, put her finger in her mouth before returning to her sweet nether regions. She carefully traced around the outer lips of her hitherto untouched love hole, feeling more and more aroused, mixing the lubrication on her finger with the growing moisture in her pussy, all the while watching her reflected finger dreamily slip between her puffy outer lips.
Once her finger was wet with her love juices, Julia moved deeper and upwards, searching for the bud of her clitoris. She moaned as she found it, sending a jolt through her body, surprised by just how sensitive it was and made sure her fingers were thoroughly covered in her pussy cream before returning to it, just grazing it this time rather than rubbing it directly, letting out a low moan of sheer pleasure that she stifled in her pillow.
Julia explored every inch of her boiling cunt, moving to her inner labia, and putting an exploratory finger deeper into her hole. Her other hand returned to her clit, and feeling bolder, she now circled the erect little bud with her finger, soaked with the fragrant juices that were leaking copiously from her honey trap.
Julia’s breaths were becoming deeper, the pleasurable feelings became more and more intense as she looked at her juicy pussy, the surrounding hair matted, the lips parted like a flower in full bloom. The movement of her fingers became quicker and more intense as the pleasure grew, a small scream escaping her lips.
She shot a worried look towards Elizabeth who still slept on and buried her face in her pillow as she experienced her first shattering orgasm, her body rigid and clamping down on her finger buried deep inside her twat. How long she lay there she did not know, it felt like fireworks going off in her brain as waves of pleasure overtook her and she slumped back on to the bed.
Julia was elated but still wanted more, even though this had surpassed her expectations. George’s image came back into her mind, followed by that of Charlotte, beautiful flame headed Charlotte.
She tried to shut Charlotte’s image out but quickly scolded herself – her imagination must be allowed to take flight and nothing is taboo.
Her heated thoughts still surprised her though and she explored them further, imagining Charlotte and George both naked and waiting on her, their hands roaming over her tender young body. She imagined giving herself willingly, of George positioning himself between her legs while Charlotte bent her mouth towards hers for a kiss. Julia’s fingers ware busy again, tweaking at her nipples and ravaging her pussy, building herself up to another climax as great as the first before her fingers were flooded once more with her pungent, orgasmic juices. She panted as if she had just run a mile, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. As her breathing slowed, and she descended from the tingling heights she slipped her night gown back on and fell into an exhausted, deliriously happy sleep.
The following morning, Julia was awoken as usual by her maid, pulling back the heavy drapes.
‘Good morning Miss’ said the maid cheerily. ‘I have your water for washing here and I’ll be back in a few minutes to help you get dressed’.
Thank you Maisie, replied Julia, dragging herself out of bed towards the bowl. This morning ritual was quite enjoyable in the summer but could be a trial in the winter when the room was cold despite the fire in the grate and the water was chill to the touch.
‘Good morning Elizabeth. Did you sleep well’ she said to her younger sister who was stretching and yawning in the next bed.
‘Fine thanks. I have Latin lesson today with Reverend Greene’ she said screwing up her face.
‘Julia, who was the last person you heard talking Latin, apart from Reverend Greene of course?. I don’t think I have heard anyone speak it in everyday language except to try and impress those who don’t understand it’.
Julia smiled, watching Elizabeth begin her morning ablutions and wondered what she would make of the book. She wished it had a title but it just appeared to be a collection of notes that had been arranged more or less into a complete work. Elizabeth carefully washed beneath her nightclothes over the swelling buds of her breasts. Julia noted that her sister had changed enormously in the past year from a little girl of thirteen to a girl on the verge of womanhood. In many ways she was quite unlike Julia who was all blonde hair, pale blue eyes and generous curves, the quintessential English rose, while Elizabeth was dark haired like her father and of a slim, athletic build, an accomplished musician who obviously hated Latin.
Her beauty, like Julia’s, came from her mother’s side with her fine bone structure and well proportioned features. Lady Creswell expected all her daughters to marry well and was already busying herself with potential suitors for Julia.
‘You have a streak of rebelliousness in you. I like that, it shows you are thinking for yourself and you are most definitely growing up’ Julia announced.
Elizabeth flushed with pride at this. ‘I will try my best to please the Reverend for Mama’s sake but I swear I shall not speak a word of the language in public for as long as I live’.
Julia laughed at her seriousness but further chatter was brought to a halt as Maisie returned with clothes for both girls and helped them as they got dressed. This particular part of the ritual irked Julia who waited patiently while Elizabeth was dressed and went down for breakfast.
‘Why does this have to be so awkward Maisie?’ she grumbled as she fiddled with her clothing beneath the nightwear. ‘All of us women are made in the same way’.
‘How do you know someone won’t come walking in miss’, said Maisie looking shocked, ‘and you standing there naked as the day you were born’.
Julia looked at Maisie who was a little older than she was, a plain girl but with a good strong figure and a generally happy demeanour. ‘Would you be embarrassed?’ she said.
‘It ain’t right miss for a lady such as yourself’ said Maisie uncomfortably, helping Julia into her underclothes.
‘In your family you must have seen your sisters as they do not have ladies to help them dress, so why is it any different to me?.
Maisie looked at her with incomprehension. ‘It just is miss’ she said.
Julia sighed to herself and stayed silent as Maisie finished helping her into her dress, tying the cords at the back. The onward march of womanhood and civilization itself usually foundered on people such as Maisie who were totally unable to see beyond what was immediate, familiar and comfortable she thought to herself, and after thanking her maid, she joined the rest of her family at breakfast.
As usual, there was food of every description laid out on plates and in steaming tureens on the sideboard. Julia helped herself to a plateful and, after kissing her father and mother, sat at the table. Elizabeth was there with Edward her older brother, who with his blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and fine figure was a favourite with the local girls at the balls that were held from time to time in the area.
At the foot of the table was Cassandra, the youngest at twelve. There was something about Cassandra that unnerved Julia. She tried to decide if it was her dark eyes or the way that when she spoke to you it seemed as if she had a window into your soul. Then there was Cassandra’s vindictiveness, in stark contrast to the rest of the family. Cassandra would never let a perceived slight or anything she regarded as unfair pass without exacting some kind of retribution, and this could be vicious as at least two members of the household who had been dismissed would attest. Both Julia and Edward had crossed her in the past and both had been left with the undeniable feeling that they had come off second best but as she was her father’s favourite she appeared untouchable.
‘What do you intend to do today, Julia? enquired her mother.
‘I need to visit the Thompsons’ she replied, as Albert has broken his arm and to look in on Marion’s new baby. I thought that I would call in at Charlotte’s on my way back’.
‘Excellent’ said Lady Creswell dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin. Make sure that you have milk for the baby and provisions for the Thompsons as they can ill afford the loss of Albert’s income’.
‘I have already asked Cook and she has promised to have them ready for me before I leave’.
Lady Creswell smiled at her daughter and hoped that at least part of the reason for her calling on Charlotte so regularly was to acquaint herself with George who was heir to the vast estates of Lord Rainham. Julia was a beautiful girl and still only sixteen but Lady Creswell was determined to see her installed at Rainham Park sooner rather than later.
The rest of breakfast passed with the usual light chatter and Julia was soon collecting parcels of food and a jug of milk from the cook and heading along the dusty road towards the cottages housing her father’s tenants mounted on her favourite bay mare. The sun was warm on her face with a light summer breeze as the mare broke into a gentle trot, its hooves rhythmically beating a tattoo, as she gazed upon the landscape, turned gold and brown as the harvest time neared. She could see many workers in the fields, some on her father’s land as a part of the duty they owed him and some tending their own smallholdings on which they would grow much of their own food, sowing and reaping different crops in time with the seasons.
As she neared the cottages, she passed small children playing on the verges and women making and mending or busy with the housework. Julia knew all of her father’s tenants by name and exchanged pleasantries as she rode towards the Thompson’s cottage towards the far end of the street. As she slowed by the front door, Jim, the Thompson’s eldest boy at 15, arose from the plough he was hitching to his horse and held the mare while Julia dismounted.
‘Good Morning miss, what brings you here?’ he said brightly.
‘I have some milk for the baby and some provisions to help out while your father cannot work’.
‘He don’t hold much with charity miss’ said Jim rubbing his chin.
‘It’s not charity, its good sense’ said Julia firmly. ‘My father has always put the welfare of his tenants high on his list of priorities as you well know’.
This was true, the Creswells had always had the reputation of fine landlords and their tenants enjoyed some of the best housing and land in the neighbourhood. Yet even this did not seem to be enough in the past few years, as the steady stream of folk leaving the countryside for the towns in search of a better life working in the burgeoning factories and mills threatened to leave the great estates undermanned. The old order was changing, the new landowners were the newly enriched industrialists as the gentry slowly disappeared either through their own mismanagement or crippling death duties. These new owners did not share a love of the land or its people or the principle of noblesse oblige, the unwritten bond that bound the landlord and his tenants together. Julia could only wonder at what the future held for the heartland of England.
‘Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. He’s right grumpy today’ laughed Jim as he tied the mare to a fence post and stood aside to allow Julia to enter the cottage. Julia was aware of the quick movement of his eyes as he took in her figure and smiled to herself as she entered the doorway into the small front room.
Her conversation with Albert and Marion was short but pleasant. True to form, Albert had at first declined the provisions she had brought, but his objections were half hearted and mainly for show as his wife thanked Julia warmly and graciously accepted the present. There was much chatter about the baby Maud and the care of young infants that had Albert thinking that even with his broken arm he would far rather be pushing a plough up and down the field than listen to these two women. Unfortunately for him, he decided to voice this opinion and was rewarded with a scolding from Marion on the subject of manners where she scarcely seemed to pause for breath for a full five minutes.
A short while later, Julia bade Marion and a distinctly chastened Albert goodbye and turned the mare in the direction of Rainham Park.
As she neared her destination she urged her mount into a gallop, impatient to meet Charlotte and spill her news, wondering what delights her best friend had experienced and whether they were the same as her own. Charlotte was waiting for her as she reached the impressive wrought iron gates to the estate, flanked by large Romanesque pillars carved from the local stone. The pair rode back to the house, dismounting and handing their horses to the groom before heading into one of the less formal gardens with a swing at the back, slung between two large oak trees.
Charlotte sat on the swing, idly kicking her feet while Julia sat in front of her stretched out on the grass.
‘So how was it last night?’ said Julia, her eyes ablaze with excitement before launching headlong into a long and detailed explanation of her own exploits. Charlotte listened wide eyed but grew more nervous and fidgety as Julia’s tale drew to a close.
‘Your turn now’ she said at length.
‘In truth there’s not much to tell’ said Charlotte quietly. ‘Oh Julia, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t get settled, I didn’t feel comfortable’.
Julia felt let down and even betrayed in a funny sort of way.
‘You promised’ she said, ‘and you have listened to my story with nothing to tell of your own’. ‘You even have a room to yourself whereas I have to share with Elizabeth and there is no-one within a distance where they could possibly hear you’.
‘I know’ said Charlotte, embarrassed that she had broken her promise.
Charlotte felt miserable. In truth she had persuaded herself out of doing anything as she was sure that Julia’s courage would fail her but now she was left with the appearance of being weak and indecisive. This feeling was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her and she resolved to remedy the situation as soon as she was able.
‘I promise I will keep our pact’ said Charlotte quietly.
Julia looked at the hurt in the eyes of her best friend and her heart melted.
‘It makes a change that I have proved to be bolder than you’ she said with a hint of laughter in her voice ‘and I find it most agreeable’.
Charlotte was about to reply but further discussion was halted by a maid scurrying across the lawn bearing a letter on a silver tray. She curtsied to Charlotte, who took the letter from the tray, and withdrew immediately.
She opened the letter and read it together with the card it contained and her features brightened.
‘There is to be a summer ball in Leighton hosted by the Windleshams’ she announced. ‘I expect your parents have received an invitation as well’.
Julia hurried over to look at the letter and read it excitedly. The Windlesham’s social events were famous in the County for their size and splendour and were invariably a highlight of the season.
The two girls were soon planning dresses, dancing partners and all the paraphernalia that surrounded such an important event in their lives.
‘We must practice the latest dances, the Windleshams are certain to have brought the latest fashions from London’ said Charlotte. ‘Seeing as you are feeling so superior at the moment you can take the part of the man’.
‘Come’ she said standing up and Julia took her place next to her, lightly taking her hand and with a light hum the two of them began the intricate, formal dance.
Charlotte was concentrating on her line, and Julia admired her slim, lithe, pert breasted figure with her striking, flame red hair, emerald eyes and milky, unblemished skin. Julia’s part in the dance was simpler and she acted as a perfect foil for Charlotte, allowing her to perform the graceful turns with ease. As they changed direction, Charlotte stumbled and Julia steadied herself and caught her in her arms. Memories of the previous night flooded into her brain, her face just inches from Charlotte’s……close….too close.
The surroundings appeared to become indistinct, she was focussed on that gorgeous face and nothing else, the blood pounding in her ears. She brushed Charlotte’s lips with her own, scarcely realising that she had done so, as if some external entity controlled her movements.
‘Julia, you mustn’t’ whispered Charlotte yet her body remained inert in her arms without even a token attempt to break away.
‘You are truly beautiful my love’, whispered Julia and holding her girlfriend with what she supposed was a manly embrace, crushed Charlotte’s lips with a kiss.
‘Not here’. Charlotte’s voice trembled and the two of them half walked and half ran through a stretch of woodland towards a building positioned near the centre of the park. Julia recognised it as a folly, a miniature of the Pantheon, the ancient Roman temple originally built for the ancient pagan Gods before becoming a Christian temple. The two girls mounted the steps and entered the shadowy recess beyond.
‘Julia, I’m not sure…’ began Charlotte before her mouth was once again entwined with her best friend’s, her lover.
Julia pinned Charlotte lightly against the wall, her kiss more urgent, more passionate than before. She let her tongue pass between her lips, searching, probing. The body that she held stiffened and then yielded and her tongue danced with Charlotte’s sending waves of pleasure through her senses.
Julia was relishing her dominant role and lightly ran her fingers over Charlotte’s body, eliciting a positive response as she searches the erogenous zones around her neck and ears. Further exploration was frustrated by the thick material of Charlotte’s dress so Julia boldly reached down and began to unbutton the front down to just above her waist. She eased the garment from Charlotte’s slim shoulders and with a firm movement pushed both the dress and the undergarment down, revealing her pert, firm breasts each one topped with a large pink nipple that stiffened in the cool shade of the folly.
Julia ran her hands lightly over them, lightly teasing the erect teats in the way that she had aroused her own the previous evening. She was rewarded with a low moan from Charlotte.
‘Oh that feels heavenly’ she gasped. ‘Your description from last night hardly does it justice’.
Julia squeezed the nipple and Charlotte squeaked with pleasure.
‘Oh please carry on, it’s giving me the most delicious feelings, I can’t explain it’.
Julia bent her head to take the engorged nipple into her mouth. When she had first seen this illustrated in the book it had seemed a strange sight to see someone suckling like a baby and yet now it felt the most natural thing in the world.
She let her tongue circle the firm flesh before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling very gently on it. Charlotte’s sighs emboldened her further, and she took the other nipple into her mouth, working her hands at Charlotte’s dress, loosening the laces and pushing it further down her body until she eased it over the gentle flare of her hips and the garment slid to the floor.
Julia giggled, amused that Charlotte’s slim legs were encased in voluminous bloomers that extended down to mid calf. She led her deeper into the recess of the building towards the love seat and knelt before her, eased her thumbs into the bloomers and drew them down slowly to reveal Charlotte’s long legs, sheathed in pure white silk stockings and her bright red muff of pubic hair, the same colour that adorned her head.
Julia gently eased her back on to the seat cushions. ‘Now I will truly show you what you missed last night’ she whispered.
‘Someone may come and see us’ whimpered Charlotte but there was no way Julia would give up now. She gently pushed Charlotte’s thighs apart, the red folds of her outer labia becoming visible though the flame bush. Julia ran her fingers along the inner thigh, feeling a slight shiver of anticipation from her lover as she lightly brushed the sensitive skin, her motions unhurried as she circled her prize.
Charlotte’s eyes were closed and she was lightly chewing on her bottom lip as Julia teased her, her body arching as she willed Julia’s caresses to give her release.
Her body stiffened with a jolt as Julia ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy using her thumbs to gently prise them apart. She could already see juices beginning to leak from her hole and breathed in the heady musk of Charlotte’s arousal.
Her fingers moved deeper and upward, searching out the erect button of flesh that was the centre of her passion and grazed it lightly, smiling at the noises of sheer pleasure coming from her friend. Julia steadily worked her fingers in and around Charlotte’s pussy, feeling her excitement building as her love pit became wetter and wetter. With a cry, Charlotte thrust her hips upwards and clamped her thighs around Julia’s hand as she shook with her first orgasm. As she relaxed, Julia parted her creamy thighs again and looked lovingly at the open pussy in front of her. Her heart hammered as she remembered the next sequence of pictures in the book. It had all seemed so distasteful back then and Julia had been sure that she could never commit such an act on a man or woman but now she felt so aroused that anything seemed possible.
She ran her fingers through the soft pubic fur and lowered her head, planting a light kiss on Charlotte’s outer labia. She poked out her tongue experimentally to taste the pungent juices, finding them salty but not unpleasant before parting those sweet lips and running her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit.
She fastened her lips around the erect clitoris and sucked it gently, swirling her tongue around the bud. She felt Charlotte’s hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair and driving her tongue deeper into her pussy, her cries becoming louder as she neared her climax. Julia inserted a finger as well, flicking her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, sending Charlotte over the edge, filling Julia’s mouth with her sex juices as her hips bucked wildly, smearing her orgasm over her face.
They lay together for a while before Charlotte finally broke the silence.
‘That is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had’ she whispered. ‘To think it was with another woman as well, truly the thought had never entered my head’.
‘Nor mine before last night’ replied Julia. ‘I did not admit that earlier for fear of
shocking you’.
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
‘So now it’s your turn’ said Charlotte firmly. ‘It would be most unfair if I had all the fun’.
She stood up and slowly disrobed Julia, becoming more excited as her body came into view. Her breasts were a little larger than Charlotte’s, her hips a little wider, more feminine somehow. She looked into Julia’s crystal blue eyes and kissed her soft, sensual lips, her urgent tongue seeking its soul mate. Julia lay on the seat and let Charlotte run her fingers and her tongue all over her body, willingly parting her thighs to give her access to her moist pussy.
The feeling of Charlotte’s tongue on her clitoris surpassed anything she had experienced the previous evening and she was soon writhing with abandoned pleasure as she was pleasured by her friend,
her orgasm swiftly rising in her loins as Charlotte’s tongue lashed back and forth along her boiling slit. With a cry she came, harder than she had come before as Charlotte buried her middle finger deep into her snatch and squeezed her erect nipples to heighten the pleasure still further.
The two girls lay together, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as they returned to their senses, A sound, some way off startled them and they quickly rose and helped one another into their clothes.
‘We best get back to the house before we are missed’ said Charlotte. Julia nodded and after one last lingering kiss they left the folly and retraced their steps through the wood.
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Hi there. This is the repost of the first part of my story. This story contains incest so if you don’t like it or you don’t want to read that please choose another story. Fave fun, write comments and rate it.
Shapeshifters. Bestiality. Incest. Lesbianism. You get it all!
This my first story on here and the first story of any kind I have written in a while so I’m kinda rusty, let me know if you think there’s anyway to make my stories better so I can become a better writer, I hope you enjoy my story
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It was an early morning when I woke up to my sister jumping on top to wake me up. I thought I was going to beat her, but I held it in.
“Hey Alex, get up sleepy.” was all she said.
“Lexi, get off of me now.” I groaned.
Her long straight brown hair whipped me in the face when she got up. I watched her leave, she was wearing the shortest pajamas I had ever seen. She wore a tank top along with it. I couldn’t believe we were fifteen already. Football made time fly by and made summers fun. But this summer was going to be different. I made varsity and was going to go through hell in practice. I’m just glad my best friend Aaron made varsity too.
I got up slowly and looked around my room. It was a fucking mess, but it didn’t bother me. I just put on my gym shorts and went downstairs. My mom was on her way out when she stopped me.
“I have to go to work early today, breakfast is on the table.” she gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
I walked in the kitchen and saw my sister eating her food. As I walked in I glanced at the wall we marked our height at. I just reached 6’1 and weighed about 210, in great shape due to football over the years. My sister was 5’8 and weighed 160. I ran my hand through my short black hair as I opened the fridge to get a water.
“Hey Alex” My sister said in an innocent voice, I knew she wanted to go somewhere.
“Where to?” I didn’t need to ask what she wanted.
“Jackie’s house.” She answered.
I sighed, half because I didn’t want to drive her around, half because Jackie had a bad break up with Aaron in 8th grade and became a bitch. But I didn’t really have a choice I guess.
“fine. When?” I asked.
“As soon as I get dressed.” She shouted as she left upstairs.
Fuck, I haven’t even had breakfast yet and I want to kill myself. I ate my breakfast as fast as I could before she came back down. I finished most of the eggs, that’s about it.
“Ok lets go.” I heard her from behind me.
I looked back and saw her wearing shorts that weren’t even as long as the pockets and a small tank top, which didn’t necessarily fit with her C cup sized breasts. When she started for the front door I noticed her ass was nearly hanging out. I shook my head, grabbed my keys and followed her to my car.
It took only about ten minutes to get to Jackie’s house. Lexi gave me a kiss on the cheek and thanked me, I waited until she got inside before I left. On my way back I called Aaron to see if he and the guys wanted to chill tonight.
“hey man you doing anything tonight?” I asked.
“Hey I’m with the guys, get your bitch ass back to your house.” he answered.
“Your at my house?” I was confused.
“Yeah, you left your door unlocked. Dude you got nothing in your fridge.” He answered.
“Why are you at my house? I questioned him
“because your parents drink.” His answer got me to smile, even if I was ever mad at Aaron he was still funny.
“Alright I’m on my way back.” I told him and hung up the phone.
When I got home Aaron and the guys were watching TV. Aaron wait to grab a beer as he had one in hand. I sat next to him on the couch and got comfortable. We watched television for about an hour and then went out to my backyard to the fire pit. Mark got the fire started as the rest of us grabbed chairs.
“Mark that fire’s good enough, you fucking pyro.” Aaron called out from the house, carrying a pack of alcohol.
Everybody grabbed a beer and sat around the fire, but I didn’t grab one. I’m not much of a drinker. Aaron pulled out a second beer and tossed it to me.
“Just drink you pussy.” He got a laugh from the guys.
I started drinking and we talked for hours. Around 9:30pm we were nearly black out drunk and laughing at anything somebody says. But when we were hammered the conversations got weird for me when Aaron brought up a conversation about Lexi.
“Alex, its got to suck to be you.” Aaron slurred.
“why would it suck to be me?” I was puzzled, I started thinking back to things that had happen to make life suck at times.
“It must suck to be you and I’ll tell you why.” He put hand on my shoulder. “Don’t get mad at me for this but… your sister is fucking hot dude.”
“Come on man, why do you have to bring my sister into this.” I answered, showing my not wanting to talk about my sister.
“Sorry man, but your sister is pretty hot.” Brian added as took another drink of his beer.
The conversation about Lexi lasted for a while until the guys had to leave. When they left I crashed on the couch and turned on the TV. I felt sick to my stomach, I hadn’t been that drunk in a long time. But that would be the least of my problems. When I got up to get something to eat I threw up all over myself.
“Fuck! That’s great” I yelled as if someone could hear me.
I took off my shirt and threw them in the washer along with my gym shorts and went to my bathroom to get a shower. When I heard the front door open I knew it was Lexi finally coming home so I finished my shower to see her so she didn’t think she was alone. I dried off, put on the boxers I picked out and walked into my room.
I entered my room and saw my sister sitting on my bed. She was wearing the same clothes from this morning. She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes so I sat next to her.
“What’s wrong Lexi?” I asked her in a concerned tone. I did my best to not slur my words but it didn’t work out that well.
“Alex, am I pretty?” she asked
“Uh, yeah why?” I hesitated in my answer.
“Me and Jackie went to a party, and all the guys were around Jackie.” she answered, obviously sad.
“Well… that’s because Jackie is easy.” I was being honest with her, again failing to hide me being drunk.
“I just feel like I’m not pretty around her.” It looked like she was starting to get a tear.
“Lexi, your beautiful. Trust me your hot.” Lexi gave me a weird look when I told her she was beautiful.
“Alex… are you drunk?” She questioned. I paused for a second because it felt like I had the hic ups for a second.
“ A little…. I’m near black out drunk.” I confessed. “But its true, your beautiful. My friends are always telling me that you have a perfect ass, a great tan, and yeah…” I couldn’t control my drunk thoughts anymore.
“If you think nobody cares about you just remember, you always have me. I love you.” I put my arm around and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Lexi gave me a kiss on the cheek back and laid her head on my shoulder with her hand on my chest. She looked up and gave me another kiss on the cheek, this one was longer than the last and I did the same. We kissed each others cheeks until our lips met. I stared into her blue eyes and our eyes locked. I moved my hand on her shoulder down to her lower back and wrapped my other arm around her. We kissed on the lips again, and each time the kisses were longer until we started tongue kissing passionately.
Lexi moved to where her knee were at my sides and started making out. Our tongues wrestled inside each others’ mouths. My dick was getting hard at a rapid pace. As I had my arms around her I lifted Lexi up and she wrapped her legs tightly around me as I set her on the bed and I was on top of her. I bit her neck softly and heard her moan quietly. I lifted up her tank top ‘til I could nearly see her breasts and kissed from her stomach up until our lips met again.
“I want you inside me.” she whispered to me in a sexual tone.
I slid down in between her legs and pulled down her shorts and panties and slowly ran my hand up the inside of her leg. I spread her legs traced her tight pussy with my tongue and than started licking deep inside her. She started to moan loudly and arched her back from the pleasure.
“OH GOD! DON’T STOP!” She shouted and I felt her pushing my head closer to her pussy, but mostly pulling my hair.
I pulled myself up and tongue kissed her and she took in all her pussy juice and swallowed it. She laid me down next to her, got on top of me and pulled my shorts all the way off
“Now just relax, its my turn to take care of you.”
She traced the bottom of my ear all the way to the base of my dick with her tongue and back to the top of the dick. I felt my dick get wrapped by her warm lips as she started to suck slowly as she played with my balls with her hand. She sucked faster as she went on and started to deep throat my dick ‘til I thought she might even choke.
“Oh god! I’m cumming! I’m Cumming!” I shouted.
But instead of pulling away she sucked ‘til I squirted all my cum into her mouth. Then she licked up the cum on my dick and swallowed it all.
“Holy shit. That was amazing.” I said, panting at the same time. Lexi came back up and kissed me.
“We’re not done yet. I’m going to rock your world.” She whispered and started stroking my dick ‘til it was rock hard again. I looked at my alarm clock, it was 11:30. Mom and Dad would be home soon but I was too drunk to care, or know what I was really doing.
When I was fully erect again Lexi got on top of me and sat on my dick. She started to bounce up and down and I started to get into rhythm with her bounces. We went slow at first but rapidly picked up the pace ‘til she put her hands on my chest to support herself. Lexi pulled her tank top off and threw it by her panties, and she fell forward. Her breast were pressed against my face so I played with them, squeezed them, and she moaned out loud.
Suddenly we heard the front door open and both our hearts stopped. She jumped off my bed threw me my boxers and pants, grabbed her clothes and ran to her room as fast as possible. I got my boxers and pants on and got under the covers, pretending I was asleep. My dad opened my door and looked in.
“You awake champ?” he asked the same question again but I answered neither time and he left. When he turned off the light and closed my door I soaked in all that had happen tonight. That’s when it truly hit me… I had sex with my sister! I lied there thinking just one thing, and I said it under my breath.
“Fuck”
To be continued….
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a young orphan girl falls for the parish Priest.
MY FIRST GYN EXAM — MY FANTASY COME TRUE
Doc Murphy is my pal–always has been, a buddy! Yeah, I’ve had other friends, but they often changed, I moved, or they moved, they found new friends or I did, whatever. But I could depend on Doc Murphy as my friend–to the death! Well, by that I mean he could keep a secret. That’s the test of a friend, you know? My name is Sheeny. I know it’s goofy, but I’m stuck with it, OK. Because of the genes of my great-great grand father–whatever, I’m a very outgoing, frank girl, Many of my teachers deplore that trait, and I think they wish they could just tell me to shut the hell up, but most simply say I’m too outspoken, but that’s just me, how I am! Sheeny, “I figure you’re either a leader or a follower, like with sheep–Right?” that my dad talking now, he’s sitting here with me. But I’d ruther be a leader, I mean, who wouldn’t? My parents are divorced, live with my dad–“I picked him cause he loves me, and I love you, don’t I dad?“ , it’s just that simple I guess. He teaches high school. I’m in high school myself now, but at a different school. High school is fun!
What often get’s me into trouble is that my dad, bro, Jason–who’s 12 and me are nudists! That doesn’t mean we run around the back yard waving our arms stark naked, we’re discreet about it here in town, and practice nudism when we’re at a nudist park, which is about every weekend in the warm months. But at home, with the curtains drawn, we often enjoy being nude, simply because it’s comfortable, and it’s fun. A lot of my girlfriends know about this, a selected few have come over and joined us in the nude–no hanky panky, I guess just old fashioned fun.
Of course that doesn’t mean that two of us girls can’t sleep in the same bed for an over-nighter–nude of course! Which can lead to all kinds of interesting adventures,. As far as boy-girl sex goes, I guess I’ve not made much progress there yet–all the boy’s I know are dorks, so yes, I’m still a virgin, but that doesn’t keep me on trying to seduce my friend Wanda, mainly cause she is such an unusually pretty girl–she’s also one of my converted nudists. We’ve been friends forever, but nothing sexual, you understand? It was about 11 p.m. and we had already got naked, and were laying on my bed talking, about boys of course. Almost as it always does, the subject comes around to sex. Knowledgeable as I am I was explaining how a girl should always be on top during sex, because she can be in control, she can control how deep he penetrates her, and how often, and she can stop it any time she wants. Wanda listened with eyes wide.
I told her how my dad and I were talking about boys who had a large penis, and if the occasion should arise, a lubricant is advisable. Wanda said “Sheeny, do you mean to tell me you and your dad talk about things like that?” “Yeah, of course we do.” I told her. “Look Wanda” I tell her “If you are tight with your dad, there’s no reason you can’t ask him things like “How come some guys get erections in class, don’t these guys have any control over their penis?” “Oh-my-gowd Sheeny, you are not serious!” ”Wanda, are you scared to talk to your daddy about sex, the same as you and I are talking?”
Sheeny, you are out of your fucking mind, you know that?“ “Why?” I ask. “Because, girls just don’t talk to their dad’s about sexy things like fucking” she retorted, “That’s why!“ and she crossed both her arms across her bare little boobs, (which are only 1/2 A cup) and stared down at me. “OK“ I said. I went to the bedroom door, opened it and called my dad. No answer. “Jason, where’s Daddy?” “I donno—out in the kitchen I guess.” my brother answers. “Well go get him and tell him I need him in here, will you?” I hear an “Okedoke” from him. Wanda panics. “Sheeny, We don’t want your dad in here, Wait, thats not what I mean, “God Damnit, wait Sheeny!” Of course, in a minute, in walks my Dad. Now my Dad has always liked Wanda, said she was going to be another Keira Knightley look-alike, cause she was so cute! As he comes in, Wanda try’s not to look at his penis, or a least she tries not to be obvious about it.
“Hey guys, What’s up?” as he sits down on the bed with us. I pitch right in. “Dad, Wanda and I were having this discussion about circumcision, about if it’s necessary for a guy to be circumcised. And we want to get a guys opinion about it, right, Wanda?” Wanda, with a blank look on her face, nods her head rapidly up and down. Well, what happens, we get to talking about penises and all, then naturally the discussion turns into a debate about sexual intercourse—and guess what happens? Dad get a boner–a magnificent erection.
Now Dad and I don’t think much about it, cause we’ve both seen it before, and know it’s just something natural–it’s normal for a guy to have erections ten times a day, right? And when you’re living in a house where you, your Dad and brother usually go nude most of the time in the evening, you see a lot of erections, believe me! But now Wanda is sitting on the bed next to my Dad, just about to freak out because Dad’s cock is pointed straight up! So we have to educate Wanda about erections. They are not poison snakes–they don‘t bite. It’s part of his body, you can touch it and you won’t turn to stone or go to hell or whatever. And finally Wanda makes friends with Daddy’s erection–finally she even holds it in both hands, to everyone’s astonishment!
Wanda was really impressed that Dad treated her like an equal, didn’t talk down to her. She liked that and I’m sure she appreciated it. After a while, Dad and Wanda were able to talk about anything. My Dad has a way of drawing people out, getting them to talk, and Wanda quickly fell under his spell. In no time at all, Wanda was telling us all her secrets, everything. How she would use her older sisters vibrator when ever she masturbated. She even described for us, exploring her vagina for the first time, with a mirror. I was surprised when she allowed Dad to examine her breasts, with special interest on her nipples. ‘Fondle’ would be more like it ,if you ask me, tho Wanda seemed to enjoy it. You know, I think one thing that she really enjoyed was sitting up close with my Dad, naked in a non-threatening situation. Like he was just an intimate friend–sort of a secret friend, you know, the kind you that you masturbate with.
She was finally able to examine a man’s penis—even watch as it became erect, a special treat for her. But most of all, he didn’t treat her like a girl, he treated her like a woman! I know that If Dad had asked Wanda, She would have said “Yes please, I do want you to fuck me!” But, of course my Dad would never do that. The four of us had become close friends, but dad finally left, taking his erection with him. It was interesting that, the whole scene left Wanda so sexually stimulated that after he left, all she wanted to do was talk about was fucking—that, and lay up real close to me while we talked.
Any way Wanda and I then get deep into talking about fucking, and how it would feel, and all that stuff, and if it would really hurt the first time he put his penis inside you? Well, when both of you are naked, talking sex gets pretty insane. Finally I tell her, “Wanda, if you have to, go ahead and masturbate.”
“Sheeny Wead you’re a wicked girl!” And then we both hug and laugh like crazy. By 2 a.m., we’re pooped. Wanda says she’s going to get into the shower, cause it was getting late, and she ducks into my bathroom. I laid there on the bed for a few minutes, then thought: What the hell! Since I was already naked, I went in the bathroom and joined Wanda. “You’re all wet and soapy” I shouted at her. “God!—you surprised the piss out of me.” “Well I was lonely out there all by myself, so I came in her to be with you.” and I cuddled up to her under the hot spray. “You’re just still hot from talking about fucking–you can’t fool me!” she said. Grabbing the soap from her and rubbing it on her tummy and her pert little breasts, I admitted, “Your right, Hon, I’m hot and wet–if you know what I mean, and I don’t know how to do any thing about it.” I massaged Wanda’s breasts, holding her close, “Oh my“ she said, smiling.
“Does that feel good, Honey?” “Mmmmmmmm” was all I could get out of her for a while. “Do you like it when I soap up your breasts like this my little pet?” This time Wanda managed “Oh Sheeny.” I pulled Wanda to me till our tummy’s met. I reached around her with both soapy hands, and massaged her butt. It was like mine, soft and smooth, and when I pressed hard, I could feel the muscles. I pulled her hips hard against me–she looked up at me, startled. And I kissed her! Her lips, so soft they were impossible, nothing could be that lovely, yet she offered them as a gifts to me tho they were priceless. I traced those red lips with my tongue, feeling rich beyond wanting, then she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Gazowie! She opened her mouth to me, and our tongues met. Sorta shyly at first, then like new playmates, they held hands and just skipped around in there. It’s like you can express yourself with silent words in a kiss, you know, loving words! We both want…what? We want to get fucked, that’s what!, Ha Ha But without a guy? We did have each other! We shut off the water, and had fun drying each other off, each pampering the other like a princess. It was warm in the bedroom, so we just flopped on the bed naked with no sheet. She made no move, timid, she just looked at me as though to say “Please”
So again we kissed, and caressed each other in lots of places, many of them secret. When I felt we both were ready–I don’t know, It just felt right, I scooted down between her legs. Wanda must have had the same thoughts, at least she made no move to stop me. I gently pushed her legs apart, and nestled between. Placing a hand on each thigh, I nuzzled her slit, sparsely covered with straight blond hairs. She had a clean smell, a female smell, and she was wet. Slippery wet. She ran her fingers through my hair as she felt the tip of my tongue slide between her labia. I pressed on her thighs to try and stop her shivering–“It’s just nervousness” I whispered. “Sheeny” I heard her imploring whisper, I stretched out my tongue deep, licking the full length of her slit. More shivers.
Not content, I stuck my tongue in—-far in, till I found the opening, down low, her vagina–I felt her clench muscles all over the place as I slid my tongue into her. She was so soft inside, if I had been a boy, I would have fainted right then and there! But I knew what I was after, and I scooted up just enough, till my lips found her little clit–I sucked him into my mouth, tongued him unmercifully, then with a nip of my lips, expelled him, then again–and again–and again. I felt it enlarge, right there, as I held it in my mouth!.
That thrilled me, the thought I was giving Wanda an ‘erection‘! I mouthed her clit, gently, bit it with sharp teeth, and again with the suction. Her nails were digging into my shoulders now, she was mewing–like a kitten I reached up and found her breast, squeezed it, molded it, gently pulled at it till I had only the nipple, which I would not surrender, but claimed as my own plaything. Holding her little soldier between my lips as it stood proudly at attention, I whipped my head back and forth. She was moaning now, as she squirmed on the bed–I had to hold her. God, —Wanda shrieked, grabbing my hair, holding my head still, hard against her cunny as she came, I could feel her orgasm pounding thru her like a freight train, she shook, taking great sobbing breaths and when it passed, she just cried. Dad stuck his head in the door, asked “Are you OK, I heard…..”, he took in the scene at a glance, and quietly closed the door. Wanda and I fell asleep in each others arms.
At first my visiting friends completely freak out when my dad or Jason walk into the room in the buff, but they soon realize that hey, it’s no big deal. Kristen, one of my converted nudists girl friends told me that she found a togetherness, an honesty about being in the nude with our family that she doesn’t have with her own mom and dad. My dad didn’t leer at her, and my little brother didn’t snap photographs of her, it was just a happy family atmosphere. And now she likes to come over for an evening, and even join us on weekends at a park. But if I bring the subject of nudism up in class you’d think I was defending hit and run drunk drivers, and it’s off to the counselor for a ‘session‘.
Now I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Doc Murphy. I love him, He’s in his 30’s I guess, and he single, Yes Yes Yes. He is so good looking I could just die when he even touches me. Several times I’ve overblown an injury or sickness just to have him examine me. Bad girl.
I think this all started when I was 12 years old. I was already an unrestrained female in every way, and that included sex. I had just discover sex, or at least masturbation at 12, and I had already progressed to using anything I could find as a, shall we say, toy. Well, I’m rooting around in one of my dad’s drawers (a favorite pastime) and I find this little thing-a-ma-jig. I don’t have any idea what it is. It’s black, hard and smooth, sort of a cylinder rounded on both ends. It’s about as big as by pinky finger and about an inch and a half long. It fascinates me, so Into my pocket it goes, for future study.
That night as I lay in bed, masturbating of course, I’m naked–we all sleep nude– I think it‘s some kind of rule. Anyhow, I had a real inspiration, I hopped out of bed and got that little cylinder. I took a tiny dab of Vaseline—you have to understand here, that at that age, I’m sort of dry, so I had bought a little jar of Vaseline at K-Mart and keep it in my bedside stand, just for when I masturbated. Clever, right? Well I try rubbing my clit with that thingy, and even sliding it over my vagina, It’s even better than my fingers. Finally at some point I’m getting, I guess sorta excited, and that damn little critter slipped right through the opening in my hymen and up into my vagina.
Oh SHIT! I panic. Oh my God! How in the hell am I going to get that out? If I was religious, I would run down to church and pray to the patron saint of dildos, I guess, but we don’t go to church. No help there. I know better than to call any of my friends, they would die laughing, All except David, he’s the genius–he would tell me to use the vacuum cleaner hose. Which I am not about to try! My dad? God! Yeah, he’s seen me naked and all that, but I can’t have him poking around in my cunny, can I? No way!
Then I remember a voice. Doc Murphy telling me not too long before, “Sheeny, If you every have a problem with your body, you come and tell me, will you do that for me?” Well I seriously doubt that my dad could get the stupid thing out, so Doc, you’re my only hope.
I call Doc Murphy, and tell the girl that answers, that I have to talk to Doctor Murphy, it’s an emergency, yes, my name is Sheeny Wead. Within a minute or so, “Hello, Sheeny” he says, “it that you?” The words just tumble out. “Yes it’s me Sheeny, Doc, I did something awful foolish and now I’m in real trouble and I don’t know what to do and I think maybe I’m going to have to kill myself!“ I say without taking a breath. “Slow down Sheeny, and take a deep breath, are you bleeding?” “No” “Are you injured in any way?” “Well Doc, I ah, I suppose you could say ‘in a way’ I guess.” Doc chuckles. “I think I understand, Honey.” He says, “Come right on down, and if the young man is willing, have him come along.” I hold out the phone and stare at it. “Young man?” What young man? I don’t have time to go find a young man, I’ve got a fucking UFO buzzing around in my twat, you moron. Of course, I don’t say that to Doc.
Any how, I get on my bike and shoot over to doc’s office. The nurse takes me into an examining room and asks me to wait. I have that feeling the she knows what I’ve done, by the way she looks at me–yeah, she knows! But then how could she? I no sooner clench my fingers claw-like and stare at them, when the door opens and Doc strolls in. At the sight of him, I just loose it. I burst into tears, I run to him, throw my arm around him and bawl. Doc doesn’t try to talk to me, he just lets me cry it out, rubbing my back and holding me tight!
When I am able to stop hic-cupping, I stare at the tile floor and tell him everything, masturbating, little cylinder, squirted right out of my fingers and all. “What am I going to do Doc?” I ask, looking up at him imploringly. “I don’t want my daddy to know“, “Please, pretty please?” “Sheeny, Shame on you!” “Didn’t I tell you that you could always come to me with any problem, and I would help you with it?” “Did you think I was just talking out of my ass?” Inspire of myself I laugh at his awful choice of words.”
“Tell you what Sheeny, Why don’t you drop your drawers, and your undies, and hop up on the end of the table?” and he patted the end of his examining table. “When was your last period?“ he asks, and I tell him. Well, since I’d been on that table several times before, I wasn’t afraid of it, so I step out of my shorts and all, and hop up like he said. Doc opens a drawer under the table and pulls out two aluminum whats-its These he puts onto brackets on the table’s end, where they stick up. “You know what stirrups are, don’t you Sheeny?, well, that’s what these are, let me show you.”
He raises both my legs and places my heels in the cups, so my legs are raised and sorta spread open. Now yes, I’m a nudist, but that doesn’t mean I feel comfortable letting anybody look at my cunny. Doc stands beside me, and puts his hand on my bare tummy. “Look Sheeny, I know this is a little embarrassing for you, letting me see your vagina, but try this, think of me as your lover, that might make it more fun and less embarrassing.” He gives me a big smile, then squeezes my tummy.
While he slips on rubber gloves, he asks “How often do you masturbate, kiddo?” “You want the truth?” I ask ”And nothing but the truth and all that” he responds. “Well, I guess I masturbate every night, lots more on weekends.” He smiles at me. “My, you are a sexy little devil, aren’t you?” We both burst out laughing.
“Now Sheeny, Just lay back and relax, let me do my thing–remember, just pretend that Murph is making love to you.” So I lay there with my eyes closed. “Doc says in a soft voice, “Sheeny, your labia are a little dry, and these rubber gloves just don’t slide well, so I going to apply a little K-Y jelly, it will feel cold at first.” “I don’t want to cause you any little abrasions on your labia, OK?” In a moment I feel something cool being spread on my cunny. Really, it feels good, feels wonderful, when he does it. I imagine him standing there applying the K-Y, nude of course, his penis erect and standing straight out. “Sheeny, this may feel a little cool, I going to insert a speculum into your vagina.” “Doc” I ask, “I know what a speculum is and all that, but how can you use one on me when I’m still a virgin?” Doc chuckles, ”Good thinking Sheeny,” He says “First, I’m using a small size speculum, designed just for virgins, and, second, your hymen will stretch quite a bit, no worry.”
Doc told me, “Just hold still now.” he has one hand, working on something at my vagina, I’m hoping he doesn’t injure me, meanwhilethe other, his left, he places right over my mound, and his thumb comes to rest right on my little clit. I wonder if he knows it? The poor thing was already erect from all the excitement, and my pretending Doc was my naked lover only adds fuel to the fire. In his concentration, he grips me a little harder, presses more on my clit. I was laying there wondering at all the magical, wonderful feelings that were suddenly shooting through my body, I stiffened. “You OK Sheeny?” Doc asks. I’m utterly amazed as this incredible sensation of joy flooding me as he presses hard on my clit. The next moment my back arches up as an orgasm takes hold. It comes in wave after wave over me, and all I can do is let off a cry, half moan, half gasping for air.
In less than a minute, he has finished, even before I come down from my orgasm, and he is cradling me in his arms, his warm hand cupping my cunny. “That was beautiful, wasn’t it Sheeny?” We just stay there, him hugging me like that for a few minutes, till I stop get back to normal. “Doc, I‘m sorry I went wild on you like that on you, I just couldn‘t help it, really, it surprised me, I‘m sorry“ “Shhhhhh My Sweet, we’re lovers, remember, and lovers never have to say ’I’m sorry’.” He brings up my hand, kisses my finger tips. “I’m really glad you and I shared your orgasm, just the two of us.” He whispers “You know, Sheeny, I examine a lot of teenage girls on this table, and I have to tell you, that you are a very beautiful girl.” “Most girls your age don’t have such a well developed vagina and clitoris as you do, do you realize that?” “Is that really true Doc or are you bull shitting me?” I quip. We laughed. “No, when I spread your legs Sheeny, it‘s like opening up a beautiful pink flower.” “When I touch your vagina,” “Boy!” “I have to make an effort to keep my hand from trembling–just because you are so exciting, even tho you are only 12 year old Sheeny, you re already beautiful.”
“You’re great Doc, you know that, and I think I love you!” “And you Sheeny are a very special girl!” Then Doc leans in and kisses me. Right on the lips. I’m speechless, I just look at him, trying to blink away the tears in my eyes. He sits on the stool and we talk as I hold both his hands. “Sheeny, You don’t have to worry, there will not be any record of this, I’m putting down that you came in, had something stuck in your throat, coughed it up with no ill effects, OK?” “Hey Sweetheart” he said as I’m leaving, “Here’s a bottle of something I want you to use when you masturbate, it’s called ‘Slip‘, a lubricant, just a drop or two will work wonders.” “That bottle should last you at least a week!” I punch Doc really hard on the shoulder, then I hug him really hard, and leave.
That was four years ago, now I’m 16, at a real cute age–where I lie a lot! No, I’m really 16, and I still have problems, except now they’re boy problems. My dad and I had several long talks about my sex life, about intercourse, and using birth control. and on and on. So I ask dad “Dad, let’s be practical here, if I’m on a date, and we end up in bed making love, well I mean, it’s kind of late to think of birth control, isn’t it, especially when you never dreamed you’d wind up in bed together?”
“You have a darned good point, Honey” he admits. “Let me ask you Honey, according to your urges and hormones, how close are you to having sexual intercourse?” No smile now, I just look him right in the eye and say, “Tomorrow afternoon, 2 o’clock”. I get a good laugh out of that.
Sweetheart, then I think it’s time we had Doc Murphy give you a GYN physical. I’m OK with that, actually it sounds sort of sensuous! Three days later, I walk in Doc’s office–alone thank you, for my exam. The nurse shows me to an exam room, gives me a funny gown, asks me to undress including my panties and bra–I didn’t bring one, and put the gown on, If I had a seat on the table, the doctor would be right in. Yeah, right. Well, it was six or seven minutes later, during which I furnished the nurse with a urine sample, and answered a lot of her questions. Finally the great man himself walks in, and gives me a big hug.
“Gosh, you look beautiful Sheeny.” “Doc” I ask, shaking my head, “where do you get all your bullshit?” “I think about you Honey, and it keeps me all charged up, you know that!” “Let’s see, I have you down for a GYN .” “What bring’s this on, Sheeny?” “Doc, I’m 16 now, and I’m getting to the age when I’m likely to want to have sex. I talked it over with Dad, and we thought it would be a good idea for me to see you first.” “That’s a smart move, Honey”. “Let me take a peek at your breasts first.” “Have you felt any lumps anywhere on your breast?” “Nope” I respond. “Any unusual discharge from your nipples?” “Nope again Doc“
I finally untie the gown and throw it over my shoulder, he gives a look and shakes his head. “What?” I say. “You’re precious Sheeny!“ Doc feels my breasts, feeling every square inch. Then he sort of holds my breast and hefts it in his hand. He feels my right breast. “Say Doc, aren‘t you giving my breasts an awfully through exam?” He just gives me a big smile. Then Doc just looks at them from this angle and that, touches them again, squeezes a nipple, which is already hard. Finally Doc cocks his head at an angle, and says, “Sheeny, Do you any idea how fucking awesome your breasts are?“ “God!”
“We have get a few questions out of the way, Sheeny.” “I know the nurse has covered your medical history, but I have a few others I want to ask, OK?” “Have you have sexual intercourse–that is with his penis inside you?” “No” “OK, Have you had oral sex, where he went down on you?” “Well yes, we’ve done that already, and I’ve gone down on him ” “OK, now another truthful answer if you will, any burning when you pee, or sores, or any kind of rash around or on your genitals, unusual discharge?” “Nope. Healthy as a racehorse, Doc.” I tell him. “Let’s move on then, and let’s take a look.” This time I know what stirrups are, so it’s easier, though no less embarrassing. I look up at Doc. “Is it OK if I pretend you’re my lover?” Doc winks and says “Did you ever stop?” I don’t have a quick come-back for that.
I lie back, my legs up in the stirrups. It turn me on just to have him see me laying there like that, with my legs spread wide open! Doc leans in, I feel him touch me softly inside. Doc has no idea the wonderful circus of delights that go round and round as he touches me there. It’s hard not to jump at his touch. He looks up at me. “I don’t know how a girl as cute as you has managed to stay a virgin!” he remarks to no one in particular. “I’m faithful to you, my Love.” I reply. I can feel his finger busy doing whatever inside me. Two or three times I wiggle and gasp as he hits a one of the three million nerves. “Just be careful of my clitoris Doc” Despite my resolve, I groan with pleasure when I feel his finger slide into my vagina. Doc murmurs a soft “Behave yourself now Honey .“
Doc pushes on my tummy—-it feels like he has his finger up inside my vagina, strange feeling. “Say, Doc, is the opening in my hymen large enough that you can get your finger up in there?” “Yep, it is. It’s not unusual for a girl to continually stick tampons through there, which will gradually enlarge the opening in her hymen. In case you’re wondering Sheeny, all those stories you hear about it hurting so much when your hymen is torn are just so much bullshit. 90% of virgins feel almost no pain at all. The pain is so slight they don’t even notice it, and the level of passion is so high, it covers it, so don’t you worry about that. What we do worry about is the timing of bringing a new baby into the world. I’m going to prescribe birth control pills for you. If you faithfully take them, they are 99% effective. Nothing is 100 percent guaranteed.
Doc pulled off his rubber gloves and came over to my side. “Doc, remember the time I came to you when I lost that toy in my vagina, and you plucked it out?” “Yeah, and when you had called, I’d thought you were pregnant!” “And remember when I had an orgasm when you touched me, I was so embarrassed, but you made me feel like a grown up”. Doc, looked at me innocently, and said “I still don’t understand what happened.” “All I did was put my hand on your pubic arch, like this,” and he placed his hand over my bush, with his thumb on my clit. “And I suppose I might have wiggled my thumb a little, like this” And he gently rubs my clit as I lay there. We don’t say anything for a long full minute.
Doc just looks into my eyes as he massages my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to become excited. ”Doc“, I say “you know that feels pretty good.” “I know, I’ve thought about it, pretty often myself.” “Son-of a gun, You have?” I ask in surprise, “I thought I was the only who kept day-dreaming about it!” We both grin. “Doc—If you keep that up” I tell him in a squeaky voice, “I don’t know.” He makes no effort to stop. “Oh God Doc, I want you,” I go on in a rush, “I need you so much” “It would be wonderful for us to make love Doc, you could be my first.” “ Doc, I want your penis inside me” “I’ve been in love with you ever since I can remember.” “ Doc–I masturbate fantasying about you, about you fucking me, every night!” “I need you Doc….Please, Please.”
Doc walks over and locks the door, then turns out the lights, the only light now coming from the high window. He returns, bends over to kiss me. I wet my lips–It’s a lovers kiss, and as his lips touch mine, his tongue just naturally slides right into my mouth. I can smell his breath, sweet and fresh. It’s a long kiss, we explore, feel, confirm and accept each other as lovers. He straightens up and returns to between my legs, still up in stirrups. I feel the coolness of more K-Y jelly on my labia. Typical of Doc’s thoughtfulness.
I tremble, I actually shake, as I feel his penis touch my moist mound. Holding his erection, he rubs it up and down between the swollen lips of my labia. It’s beautiful torture, the pain is absolutely lovely! I feel the tip of his penis slip into me. It excites me, as if that were even necessary. As I lay there, at last feeling the head of his penis clasped inside my lips, I feel incredible sensations of happiness and I guess, wonderment. With the tenderness only a lover can successfully accomplish, he presses his penis into me. After a moment, his eyes never leaving mine, he continues. I feel my vagina expand as Doc gently, very slowly forces his penis fully into me as far as it will go. I guess I utter an “Umph” as he bumps into my uterus. Shivers squeal all through my body, I feel so, so filled!
I laugh. I can’t help myself. Doc looks at me strangely. “I’m sorry doc, I can’t help it, I’m so happy, with you inside me, something I‘ve wanted forever and ever, and it makes me so wonderfully happy that I have to laugh.” And at that, he laughs too.
Once I calm down, I just lay there concentrating on all the sensations as he works himself into me. The tight walls of my vagina seem to relax and expand to accommodate him. With patience and tenderness, Doc urges me to open myself to him, he whispers sweet secrets to me, tender instructions–he tells me to breath deeply, but my brain is consumed with the fact: I am being fucked! I lay my head back down. There has never in my life been anything that felt so natural as Doc and I together, and with that thought, Doc again thrusts, sliding deeply into me.
A man has completely entered me, all the way. I simply can not believe, all the dreams, the fantasies, years of them finally fulfilled. Doc is stretching the walls of my vagina, making my insides feel incredibly tight–tingling. A good feeling. How long have I waited?–years? Oh to feel the tightness and pressure of my man’s huge erect penis inside my vagina, by God, now I’m a woman! I try to clench my vaginal muscles around his penis to feel him, squeeze him. Doc waits once he is completely inside me, and from the look on his face, I know he too is trying to record this wonderful tightness, this special moment in our lives.
Doc begins to work on me again. I can feel the ridge on the head of his penis as he slowly withdraws from me, only to gently slide completely into me again, till our pubic bones knock together, It’s incredible the way his erection pushes on different parts of me–inside, I hold my breath with each thrust, until I ‘ve taken his entire length into my narrow sheath—God I’m happy! “Doc” I whisper, “Isn’t is super that your penis just fits perfectly in my vagina, it’s not too short, not too long, it’s just right!” I grin.
Doc creates a rhythm as he slides in and out of me, driving deep and hard. It brings my gasp with every deep thrust. Now I’m rising up to meet him as he comes down into me, and soon we are working together as a team. We’re both sweating now, tho we’re not a bit tired. Finally, I start trembling, and I know Doc can feel me shaking. A moan escapes– just slips out, then another, louder, more urgent. I close my eyes. That hard cock pounding into me. I can feel the muscles in my vagina ripple and contract around his big penis. I hear myself whimper, pulling in air in big gulps. I am having a heart attack in my vagina!
My body is too young, too tender for the fierce orgasm that grabs me, shakes me without mercy, involuntary my body jerks, as I cry out my love in passion. I keep trying to call to Doc as wave after wave roars over me, leaving me limp. Doc stops his thrusting and lean over me, holds me, kisses me so very tenderly, till I stop crying and whimpering, stop shivering. I lay there, feeling his fullness still inside me, in awe of the sexual electricity passing between us. I lay there completely exhausted, and groan with pleasure. “Why did you stop fucking me, Doc?” and I manage to laugh!
“You’re a devil“ he laughs, “so tight you‘re just plain wicked.“ “So, Lass You think you can tease me by squeezing me like that, well, we’ll see about that my Love!” And he starts once again those long, slow thrusts, I shake my head “No More Sweetheart”. But in and out, slowly like a machine, and I feel the stirring of sensual pleasure deep inside me. I know I can’t resist him and that magnificent penis of his. I look up at him. “Come on Lover, Fuck Me Hard!” Doc pauses. “I want it, Fuck Me Hard!” I demand.
“All right my love–If that what you want you shall have it” he says, staring straight at me. He then takes my one leg out of the stirrups and puts my heel on his shoulder, then the same with my other leg. Doc enters me again and makes a few trial thrusts. By pulling up my legs, my vagina has shortened considerably. Doc hold onto my legs and starts pumping his penis into me. I grunt as his erection hits against my uterus, then another thrust, and I grunt again, Each time he pounds into me, his penis seems to hit my uterus and slide along it until it’s stopped by something. It’s painful–it’s exciting.
Doc is really pounding into me now, I can hear him growling, snarling, I swear I can. If it weren’t for the end of the table, he would be shoving me all over the place. Death by Fucking, I think, what a way to die! I don’t give a damn, I want it hard, I want it deep, I want his seed in me I can’t see him for the tears in my eyes but I sure as hell can feel him going into me, wump-wump-wump I’m gonna die, I know it–then like the eye of a hurricane, all is quiet. Nothing moves. What? Doc is holding himself deep inside me, motionless–Gosh, I don’t think he’s breathing.
His penis is getting larger–swear to God it is, getting bigger inside me–and it s pulsing, sort of throbbing, I can feel it throbbing! Suddenly I sense a hot ‘warmth’ flooding my whole abdomen, Only when I feel something warm as it runs down the crack of my ass does it finally dawn on me. “Doc, my Love, You came inside me didn’t you?” I felt stupid, but I didn’t tell Doc, no need for that, I hadn’t actually felt him squirt his seed into me, but that didn’t matter. I just kissed and hugged and whispered little things to him. He knew I was happy by the amount of tears running down my cheeks, didn’t he?
Doc figured I was probably tired. He helped me off the table and to stand up. I was a little wobbly, but only for a minute. However, standing turned out to be a mistake, when I stood up on my own two feet, it happened. I felt a rush of warm liquid run down both legs–I mean, what a mess. Doc must have pumped a full pint of his semen into me, at least it seemed that way from all that ran out! Actually once we got cleaned up, we went over to his house, where we took a shower together. He had a hose do-hickey in his shower, and was able to wash me out pretty good. We both spent the whole evening laying on his bed naked, talking and re-living how we had so gloriously fucked, When we had exhausted all the talk about making love, we just lay there and kissed, played with each other. I know it‘s hard to believe, but then Doc fucked me again–really really good!
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