30-06-2019, 02:06 PM
Harry was a randy eighteen year old, obsessed with sex. He was still a virgin then, and desperate to cure that inadequacy. But with this house full of people and his day so packed and no opportunity to be alone with a girl, how the fuck was he to do that? He kept dreaming of it, fantasizing about the women he saw in pornographic movies and magazines, wanting them, wanting to have his cock sucked, to feel his cock encased in a warm, juicy cunt, to lick slit, to fondle a woman's breasts, to fuck a broad in her ass.
The bragging his pals did about the dames they fucked didn't help. He pretended to be one of them, claiming that he was being laid regularly, refusing to say by whom, but only he knew, only he knew the ache in his balls, this mad throbbing in his head that wouldn't go away, the deep ache in his gut as he looked at dame's tits and asses and faces and wanted to fuck them and fuck them and fuck them ... there was this maid, Leela, god, was she hot ... the way she walked, her sly, sexy, smile, her smooth dark skin, the stunning curves of her body, the loveliness of her face, the sway of her hips, the way her breasts jutted out in her tight, tight, tight blouses. He thought about her and instantly had an erection.
He was at his desk trying to study for his exams at the first year of college. His kid sister, Shirlyn, then under ten, was already asleep, curled in a ball on the bed at the far side of the room.
Sheila wasn't home yet. He looked at his watch and felt a twinge of anxiety. It was very late.
She came in a little later, told Harry she'd been with a friend and that Uncle Calvin had picked her up on his way home from work. Actually, she and Calvin had spent several hours in a seedy hotel in the suburbs. The fucking was prolonged and heavenly and Uncle Calvin fucked her like one possessed, again and again in every orifice, making her orgasm repeatedly, till she was utterly spent. She told Harry she was tired and sleepy and she showered and went straight to bed.
When Harry finally packed it in for the night, Sheila was fast asleep. He passed her bed silently, so as not to wake her. Sheila lay on her back, her lovely face turned to one side and he felt a sudden rush of affection for his sister.
His brotherly love quickly vanished as his eyes slid over her supine form. The thin coverlet had slid down to her belly, and her loose fitting, low-necked, strapped nightgown was askew. One of the straps was caught in the crook of her bent arm, drawing the nightie down low, exposing most of one breast, the prominent nipple thrust out impudently. Harry felt his balls surge with lust. The gold chain gleamed around her neck on her dusky skin. Her chest rose and fell gently, in deep slumber.
As he watched, she murmured and stirred in her sleep and her hand slipped up to her breast, fondling it in her dreams. He saw the luscious swell fully, ripe and succulent, just like he had imagined a breast would be, and then he saw the nipple stiffen.
His erection bounced up, making a tent of his thin cotton pajamas. Harry dropped his pajamas and began to masturbate, gasping as he watched her fondle her breast.
Soon, the sight became too much for him. He wanted to touch her breast, her nipple, lick it, suck it ... Her caresses grew more obviously erotic. She pinched and rolled her nipple, stroked it with her palm, squeezed and fondled the firm flesh of her breast. Harry moaned to himself.
He could stand it no longer. He stole forward and closed on her. Gently, fearing she would awaken, the very notion of what he was doing, breaking the quintessential taboo exciting him, he slid one hand under her free breast and moved his fingers under hers on the other one, the one she was fondling.
He heard her murmur softly, thickly, deep in her sleep. Her breasts felt warm and hard, the nipples hard and quivering. With growing excitement, he fondled her ripe, succulent, sloping breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple. He bent his head and tongued it slowly, rolling his tongue over the puckered, aroused aureole, drawing the rigid length of her nipple into his mouth, plying it with his tongue and teeth, sucking gently, yet insistently on it.
She groaned again and stirred. He froze, fearing he had gone to far.
What happened next blew his mind totally. His erect cock was close to her face as he bent over, his head upside down over breasts. She stirred in her sleep, and her elegant, cool fingers curled lovingly about his cock. Harry stifled a gasp, almost exploded in shock. Nobody had done this to him ever before! And here ... his own sister ... and he ... her brother ... oh fuck ... she was so lovely, so very lovely ...
Sheila began to masturbate him slowly, her hands moving lovingly to and fro, to and fro, jerking and frigging and masturbating him, cupping and fondling his heavy, loaded balls, her long nails raking erotically up and down his long shaft. Harry's pulse hammered in his head.
He surrendered to the immediacy of his need and slid forward to straddle her face. Her eyes still closed, apparently still deep in her sleep, her lips parted, her long tongue snaked out and he almost creamed there and then as it swirled and coiled about his sticky cock-head, lapping hungrily, slowly at the sticky pre-cum gunk that bedewed it.
He gave in utterly, and she parted her lips and slid them down around his cock-head and shaft, enveloping him in her moist, eager, warm mouth. Harry moaned thickly. His hips writhed and began to pump slowly, fucking her mouth. Her face was distended with his cock inside it, her tongue still toying with this cock-head, her fingers on his balls, between his thighs, questing for his anus. She stopped her cock-sucking to tongue his balls, suck them, rolling her tongue down the hard ridge of flesh beneath his balls to his anus, found it and probed it with her tongue.
Harry gasped in joy. She returned slowly to the cock and took it into her mouth once more. She sucked it harder and harder, sucking, letting go, sucking and letting go, and Harry arched his head, eyes closed, panting and gasping, his teenage body wracked with the sexual heat and tension as his sister sucked his cock like a slut. It was incredible, overpowering. Her mouth was hot, wet, sucking him like a pump, slurping and licking, his body on fire, her electric tongue doing magical things to his cock tip, her fingers all over, on his balls, in his arse, on his shaft, jerking him, fondling him. His balls and belly burned and ached, his heart hammered loudly in his chest, his body was on fire, the lava in his balls clamouring for release.
His hips bucked and bobbed slowly, she slurped audibly as his big cock went in and out, in and out, in and out of her mouth. She spread her legs beneath his face and to his astonishment, lifted
her nightdress high, showing that she was naked beneath. Her cunt-fuzz was damp, thick, curly black hair framing her slit, the first he had ever seen. Her hands slid off his cock hilt and down to her groin, parting her cunt-lips for him.
The bragging his pals did about the dames they fucked didn't help. He pretended to be one of them, claiming that he was being laid regularly, refusing to say by whom, but only he knew, only he knew the ache in his balls, this mad throbbing in his head that wouldn't go away, the deep ache in his gut as he looked at dame's tits and asses and faces and wanted to fuck them and fuck them and fuck them ... there was this maid, Leela, god, was she hot ... the way she walked, her sly, sexy, smile, her smooth dark skin, the stunning curves of her body, the loveliness of her face, the sway of her hips, the way her breasts jutted out in her tight, tight, tight blouses. He thought about her and instantly had an erection.
He was at his desk trying to study for his exams at the first year of college. His kid sister, Shirlyn, then under ten, was already asleep, curled in a ball on the bed at the far side of the room.
Sheila wasn't home yet. He looked at his watch and felt a twinge of anxiety. It was very late.
She came in a little later, told Harry she'd been with a friend and that Uncle Calvin had picked her up on his way home from work. Actually, she and Calvin had spent several hours in a seedy hotel in the suburbs. The fucking was prolonged and heavenly and Uncle Calvin fucked her like one possessed, again and again in every orifice, making her orgasm repeatedly, till she was utterly spent. She told Harry she was tired and sleepy and she showered and went straight to bed.
When Harry finally packed it in for the night, Sheila was fast asleep. He passed her bed silently, so as not to wake her. Sheila lay on her back, her lovely face turned to one side and he felt a sudden rush of affection for his sister.
His brotherly love quickly vanished as his eyes slid over her supine form. The thin coverlet had slid down to her belly, and her loose fitting, low-necked, strapped nightgown was askew. One of the straps was caught in the crook of her bent arm, drawing the nightie down low, exposing most of one breast, the prominent nipple thrust out impudently. Harry felt his balls surge with lust. The gold chain gleamed around her neck on her dusky skin. Her chest rose and fell gently, in deep slumber.
As he watched, she murmured and stirred in her sleep and her hand slipped up to her breast, fondling it in her dreams. He saw the luscious swell fully, ripe and succulent, just like he had imagined a breast would be, and then he saw the nipple stiffen.
His erection bounced up, making a tent of his thin cotton pajamas. Harry dropped his pajamas and began to masturbate, gasping as he watched her fondle her breast.
Soon, the sight became too much for him. He wanted to touch her breast, her nipple, lick it, suck it ... Her caresses grew more obviously erotic. She pinched and rolled her nipple, stroked it with her palm, squeezed and fondled the firm flesh of her breast. Harry moaned to himself.
He could stand it no longer. He stole forward and closed on her. Gently, fearing she would awaken, the very notion of what he was doing, breaking the quintessential taboo exciting him, he slid one hand under her free breast and moved his fingers under hers on the other one, the one she was fondling.
He heard her murmur softly, thickly, deep in her sleep. Her breasts felt warm and hard, the nipples hard and quivering. With growing excitement, he fondled her ripe, succulent, sloping breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple. He bent his head and tongued it slowly, rolling his tongue over the puckered, aroused aureole, drawing the rigid length of her nipple into his mouth, plying it with his tongue and teeth, sucking gently, yet insistently on it.
She groaned again and stirred. He froze, fearing he had gone to far.
What happened next blew his mind totally. His erect cock was close to her face as he bent over, his head upside down over breasts. She stirred in her sleep, and her elegant, cool fingers curled lovingly about his cock. Harry stifled a gasp, almost exploded in shock. Nobody had done this to him ever before! And here ... his own sister ... and he ... her brother ... oh fuck ... she was so lovely, so very lovely ...
Sheila began to masturbate him slowly, her hands moving lovingly to and fro, to and fro, jerking and frigging and masturbating him, cupping and fondling his heavy, loaded balls, her long nails raking erotically up and down his long shaft. Harry's pulse hammered in his head.
He surrendered to the immediacy of his need and slid forward to straddle her face. Her eyes still closed, apparently still deep in her sleep, her lips parted, her long tongue snaked out and he almost creamed there and then as it swirled and coiled about his sticky cock-head, lapping hungrily, slowly at the sticky pre-cum gunk that bedewed it.
He gave in utterly, and she parted her lips and slid them down around his cock-head and shaft, enveloping him in her moist, eager, warm mouth. Harry moaned thickly. His hips writhed and began to pump slowly, fucking her mouth. Her face was distended with his cock inside it, her tongue still toying with this cock-head, her fingers on his balls, between his thighs, questing for his anus. She stopped her cock-sucking to tongue his balls, suck them, rolling her tongue down the hard ridge of flesh beneath his balls to his anus, found it and probed it with her tongue.
Harry gasped in joy. She returned slowly to the cock and took it into her mouth once more. She sucked it harder and harder, sucking, letting go, sucking and letting go, and Harry arched his head, eyes closed, panting and gasping, his teenage body wracked with the sexual heat and tension as his sister sucked his cock like a slut. It was incredible, overpowering. Her mouth was hot, wet, sucking him like a pump, slurping and licking, his body on fire, her electric tongue doing magical things to his cock tip, her fingers all over, on his balls, in his arse, on his shaft, jerking him, fondling him. His balls and belly burned and ached, his heart hammered loudly in his chest, his body was on fire, the lava in his balls clamouring for release.
His hips bucked and bobbed slowly, she slurped audibly as his big cock went in and out, in and out, in and out of her mouth. She spread her legs beneath his face and to his astonishment, lifted
her nightdress high, showing that she was naked beneath. Her cunt-fuzz was damp, thick, curly black hair framing her slit, the first he had ever seen. Her hands slid off his cock hilt and down to her groin, parting her cunt-lips for him.
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