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Subject: {ASSM} HomeComing pt.3- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, inc, mast)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 02:10:03 -0400
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"HomeComing" pt.3- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, incest, mast)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or 
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or 
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.
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This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual relationships I've 
ever had; no one since has made me come harder, or longer, than my sister.



3.

Over the next week Cathy jacked me off daily, sometimes twice a day; she 
often let me do her too, but her joy seemed to be to feel my rock-hard 
erection twitching and throbbing involuntarily in her little hands as she 
did me, finally getting to feel it pulse spasmodically as the semen 
forcefully squirted through it as she brought me to orgasm. I was incredibly 
happy that she wanted to go further into the sexual exploration we had 
begun; and as much as I enjoyed doing her, the fact that she particularly 
seemed to enjoy making me come was, needless to say, great with me.

She took command of out sessions, experimenting with every aspect of 
handjobs- she began posing me in different positions to do me, and took 
great pleasure in watching her handiwork from different angles. I went along 
with her inventiveness; never before had I come so hard as I did daily in 
her hands, and I was eager to accommodate whatever it would take to increase 
her enjoyment of our forbidden activities.

That week began the next morning after our double session in the living 
room; she suggested we go outdoors. She led me into a copse of trees over by 
the back corner of the house,  nervously looking around to assess our 
visibility to any neighbors, and when we were well within the little woods 
she asked me, with a contrived casualness, "Can you come standing up?"

Excited by her forwardness, I felt a swelling in my pants; I told her of 
course, in fact that's how I started jacking off with my friend Greg, in the 
woods behind our little pond after we would swim. We would sneak off into 
the woods, pull our trunks down, and watch each other do it, telling each 
other our various erotic fantasies we hoped to enact when we were "older".

She told me to lower my pants enough so that "my thing" would be sticking 
out, and as I undid my belt she stood next to me on my right, rubbing 
shoulders with my arm, facing in towards my front, eagerly watching my 
actions. I slid my jeans down a bit, revealing the tent my swelling cock was 
raising in my underwear; and as she looked on appraisingly, I slid them down 
to where my jeans were bunched at mid-thigh. As the elastic waistband slid 
over my protruding cock it caught briefly on the thick rim of its head, then 
releasing it to spring up bouncing to its full erect length as I pushed them 
down my thighs.

I heard Cathy suck in her breath as she saw it; she impulsively reached out 
her right hand and grasped it around the base, squeezing it firmly. I was 
surprised by the strength of her grasp, and felt a hot burning in my 
erection as her pressure powerfully forced blood into its head-end, 
distending it even further. It was amazing to see how swollen it became, 
larger than I had ever seen it, the veins curling along its shaft distended 
thickly, the head stretched bright red, shiny and huge, its whole shaft 
distended and deep red as it became further engorged with blood.

She exclaimed "Wow!", slowly releasing her pressure, the supernormal 
swelling subsiding as my hardon shrank slightly to its normal erect size. 
"Did that hurt you? Did I squeeze too hard?" I told her that it didn't 
really hurt, but that the extra swelling actually felt great. She repeated 
her squeezing, then slowly releasing, several more times, and we noticed 
that after a few cycles the abnormal swelling stayed somewhat, my normally 
big erection red and swollen to a new larger size. "Look at how big it is!" 
she muttered in wonder, as she started to pull its loose skin up along the 
shaft to bunch below the head with a looser pressure, starting to jack me 
off.

(This new trick she had discovered to stretch me out even larger became her 
standard technique for starting to jack me off over the next few weeks. We 
noticed that my normal hard size seemed to be increasing slightly under this 
regimen, so she worked the time up until she did me like this for about five 
minutes at the start of each session; and after a few weeks of this, my 
erection was noticeably thicker than before... but I'm getting ahead of the 
story.)

She continued to steadily work on my hardon, chatting occasionally about 
some aspect of my equipment and the way it worked as she would notice it- 
this was after all only our third "date", and it was still all quite new to 
her. After a few minutes of her steady handjob, a drop of clear fluid 
appeared on the tip of my dick, quickly turning into a slow flow that 
started oozing down the front of its head, suddenly getting caught up by her 
hand jacking me and dragged in a string down my shaft, where her slow 
pumping started spreading it with a sticky wet sound all along the shaft in 
a shiny film.  "I'm learning this can be messy work!", she purred.

I was incredibly turned on;  my cock was burning as it was stretched out so 
full, twitching involuntarily, rock-hard; I felt dizzy, and it was becoming 
hard to stay standing under the pull of the intense orgasm that was slowly 
building in me under her excruciating handjob. I had encouraged her to jack 
me very slowly, but very steadily,  which had an inexorably intense effect, 
making me want to come but not really pushing me over the edge, so the 
orgasm that was slowly building in my balls felt huge.

She asked me if I could spread my legs a bit, standing there with my pants 
bunched at mid thigh; I complied, and she reached her left hand around 
behind me and through my open legs, and started fondling my ballsack from 
behind while she continued to do me with her other hand.

It felt incredible, a complete overload of stimulation; I felt that familiar 
tingling in my arms and legs, building and converging on my crotch; my sight 
grew dim, and I felt a huge surge of fluids churning in my groin; and as a 
flash of light went off in my head, my erection tightened and I felt a huge 
surge of cream rushing through my shaft, shooting out in a long arc onto the 
leaves two feet in front of me as we watched, followed by another and 
another. Cathy was relishing my intense orgasm, watching with an intense 
lust burning in her eyes as my huge erection pulsed spastically in her hands 
again and again, streams of thick semen at first spurting, then flowing in a 
pulsing stream, down to pool on the ground.

I felt weak in the knees, and almost staggered backwards as my orgasm slowly 
subsided; Cathy leaned into me to steady me until I again caught my balance. 
She milked the last few drops of come through my detumescing hardon with 
several long, squeezing pulls, and gently released it as it settled once 
again to rest hanging over my balls. "Wow, that was a big one!" she said, 
still breathing hard, as she helped me in pulling up my pants.

I turned a bit to face her sideways, and reached and slipped my hand 
experimentally down inside the elastic waistband of the tartan skirt she was 
wearing, watching carefully for what her reaction would be; and as my 
fingers entered the waistband of her soft panties and my palm slipped down 
to cup the puffy hillock of her genitals, was encouraged to proceed with my 
exploration by her spreading her legs slightly as she stood there, to allow 
me better access between her legs. Her eyes were still glazed over in lust 
as they had become since watching her own handiwork push me over the edge of 
orgasm, and she distractedly encouraged me to continue my work her between 
her legs with subtle wiggles of her hips while she talked excitedly, asking 
me all about my previous masturbatory experiences with my friend.

I had started to slide my fingertips slowly up and down the inside of her 
slit and up over the soft down covering her lips and her mound, exploring 
and lightly feeling the now-moist folds of her pussy, while I answered her 
questions abut my jack-off buddy. I told her his name was Greg, and he had 
been a friend of mine as long as I could remember; how in the summer of my 
fourteenth year we had admitted to each other that we jacked off, and as we 
were swimming in the pond down back, we went in the woods and did it while 
we talked to each other- I guess we had gotten turned on at our talk. That 
first time we had hidden from each other's view behind the trees, but it was 
so hot to talk to a friend while we were doing it that we started doing it 
daily together.

Cathy was now standing listening to my story with her eyes closed, pushing 
her hips slightly back and forth against my hand as I fingered her. I 
started to try and slip my other hand also down inside the front of her 
skirt, but as soon as she felt my attempt she helped me by slipping her 
thumbs in the side of the waistband and sliding her skirt down to her mid 
thigh, as my pants had been while she did me. I continued my story through 
our maneuvering, and she never opened her eyes, resuming the slow gyrations 
of her hips once her skirt was down. I left her panties on, reaching the 
fingers of my second hand up through the elastic of one of the leg-openings, 
starting to slowly finger the opening of her vagina with my middle finger 
while I continued to softly jack her off with my other hand from above.

As I continued doing her, I told her how the second time Greg and I had 
jerked off together we got up the nerve to watch each other doing it. We 
both thought it was very hot watching each other, and each had a big come, 
at almost the same time. It was amazing seeing someone else coming, very 
hot. We started doing it almost every day together, and after a few weeks, 
curiosity led us to feel each others hardons; and one thing leading to 
another, we took turns jacking each other off. We discovered that it felt 
incredible, much better when someone else did it to you than when you did it 
yourself, and started doing each other every day, sometimes twice daily.

I now had my finger in her up to its second joint; she was very wet, and I 
was working it in and out of her cunt slowly, bending and twisting it to 
stimulate all around inside her, while with my other hand I jacked her clit. 
As I had been telling her my story, she had interrupted me a few times 
urgently, interjecting whispered directions about how I should be doing  her 
between my sentences, which I had complied with even as I kept on talking. I 
could tell that hearing about my sexual explorations, particularly since 
they were of an even more forbidden nature than what we were doing now, was 
adding to the arousal that my masturbating her pussy was giving her.

She was now thrusting her hips in time with my motions, pushing my finger 
deep inside her; she was panting, eyes closed, her mouth opened and her head 
falling slightly back. She managed to say hoarsely "I'd really love to watch 
you two doing each other...", her voice trailing off in her lust-trance, 
then suddenly almost barking "Oh!... Oh!", as I felt her cunt clamp down on 
my finger, hard, again and again, as she came. She grabbed my hand and 
pressed it hard into her clit, and I kept jacking her as she came, my other 
finger buried in her soaking, violently contracting cunt; she gave a little 
whimper with each orgasmic contraction,  each slightly diminishing in 
strength after the first three or four, until finally only random, fluttery 
pulses gripped my finger more gently. She urged me with her movements to 
keep doing her until even those small after-throbs had ceased, then, her 
eyes drifting open, a lax smile on her lips, she hugged my hand to her 
belly, and looked into my eyes.

I had stopped telling my story when I noticed she had started coming, 
concentrating on enjoying the feeling of her climaxing pussy throbbing in my 
hands; now we stood there, basking in the warm feeling of intimate 
satisfaction that sharing an orgasm brought. I carefully slipped my finger 
out of her pussy, and as we looked down, noticed the urgent bulge tenting my 
pants that the excitement of masturbating her had raised; patting it, she 
asked,"Are you ready for some more already?" Moving her hand away, I told 
her that I'd rather wait until later, and she agreed, saying she wanted me 
to build up as much come-juice as I could; she loved "watching me squirt all 
over". As she reached to pull up her skirt she noticed how soaked my handjob 
had made her panties, and she said "What a mess! Next time we better take 
them all the way off!".
Next time; at those words, I felt a renewed surge of warmth surging in my 
groin...

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