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Subject: {ASSM} HomeComing pt.4- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, m/m, inc, mast, voy)
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"HomeComing" pt.4- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, m/m, incest, mast, voy)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
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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.




4.

The next day she did me twice, first in the morning lying on my back on the 
floor, while she knelt between my spread legs, thoroughly exploring my 
crotch while she did me, resulting in another huge come; then that night she 
came into my room after bedtime and jacked me off again standing in front of 
her, while she sat on the edge of my bed. She said how much she enjoyed 
watching my dick getting so hot and coming so close to her face, where she 
could study it thoroughly. My orgasm that time surprised her, so the first 
shot almost hit her square in the mouth before she could lean back and pull 
her face out of the line of fire. After I was all done she tentatively stuck 
out her tongue,  and touched its tip to the spurt of come on her cheek, 
wondering what it tasted like. Apparently finding it not too bad, she wiped 
the spurt off her cheek with a finger and tasted it again, this time more 
thoroughly; looking thoughtful as she explored the sensation of come in her 
mouth, she then looked up at me with a playful smile, and said "maybe I'll 
make you come with my mouth one of these days".

That evening she let me do her afterwards, and after I made her come 
thoroughly while lying back on my bed, I withdrew my finger from deep inside 
her cunt and put it in my mouth, sharing the exploration of each other's 
flavor with her; and finding it not bad, I told her I'd be glad to try doing 
her with my mouth whenever she liked, and we could see how it was.

Our time together was wonderful; when we weren't making each other come, we 
were getting to know each other in a relaxed, accepting way, renewing our 
acquaintance more and more from our childhood together. She was wonderful; 
cute, intelligent, funny, curious, irreverent, and the sex we were sharing 
gave us a relaxed intimacy that made it easy to open to each other. I think 
I would have fallen "in love" with her, except that the fact that she was my 
sister enabled me to love her in a more relaxed, less obsessive way than 
romantic love might allow.

She kept coming back to how she would love to see Greg and I masturbating 
together. I was reluctant to consider this, maybe partly out of jealousy at 
sharing Cathy with anyone sexually in any sense, but more because I was 
embarrassed about jacking off another male; doing it had been great, at 
least before I became "involved" with Cathy, and talking about it with her 
was nasty fun, but the thought of actually doing it in front of her seemed 
to bother me.

But the next day, after she had done her usual preliminary stretching 
squeezes on my cock and was in the home stretch of jacking me off in front 
of her (she was again sitting on my bed with me standing in front of her, 
stroking my erection with both hands; she had her blouse off, and was going 
to make me come on her breasts), noticing I was approaching orgasm, she 
suddenly stopped moving her hands and just held my throbbing hardon, saying 
that she wouldn't finish me until I would promise to "put on a show" for her 
with Greg. I gasped that that wasn't fair, but she stayed still, saying 
"Promise!". Of course I did: she started up again, and almost immediately I 
had a huge come, squirting thick ropes of semen all across her breasts as 
she watched smiling in triumph at both the massive orgasm she brought me to, 
and my succumbing to her strategy.

She held me to it, reminding me later of my promise, so that night I 
reluctantly called Greg and arranged to have him come over the next day. In 
the midst of a mundane conversation I suggested casually that he not jack 
off that night, so he knew what we would be up to. Greg didn't know that 
Cathy was living there, I didn't tell him about her; we had conspired that 
we would arrange a way for her to watch us at it in hiding, and only I would 
know we were being watched. Later that evening we set the stage for our 
"show", putting a chair in the closet of the spare room, and checking that 
she could sit in it with the light off and the closet door opened a crack, 
and get a good view of  the twin beds that were in that room, while not 
being seen herself. After a few trial runs repositioning the chair to just 
the right angle, me lying on the bed as a model,  we were content that it 
would work.

That night and the next morning I grew more and more apprehensive about it- 
letting myself be seen by another person, a girl, being jacked off by 
another guy, and worse still, doing the same to him; it felt extremely 
embarrassing; yet at the same time strangely exciting. Cathy's eagerness to 
see it lessened, but did not remove, my apprehension. We decided to hold off 
on any sex from once we had arranged it, so that I would build up a bigger 
load; Cathy seemed fascinated with how much sperm I produced, and always 
wanted to get as much as possible out of me.

As the time approached for Greg to arrive I was in a turmoil of conflicting 
emotions; but when the bell rang and Cathy snuck off to her hiding place in 
the closet, as I went to answer the door, a freeing sense of inevitability 
came over me, and I opened the door contented, and even excited, at what I 
knew was to come. After we chatted a bit in the kitchen and had a soda, I 
suggested we go up to the spare room and kick back. He knew what that meant, 
and agreed eagerly.

We entered the spare room and locked the door. Even though my Dad was at 
work, we had the sense that what we were doing was so taboo that paranoia 
was in order. I saw the closet door was open a crack, and knew Cathy was in 
position, watching eagerly; that knowledge was suddenly extremely exciting 
to me. I nonchalantly maneuvered us so that we were standing in her field of 
view facing the closet, and started to take my pants and underwear off, Greg 
following suit.

We were both already hard with the anticipation of what was to come, and I 
looked at us appraisingly, as I imagined Cathy must be doing also. My tall, 
moderately athletic frame was a good match for the thick, swollen hardon 
projecting prominently from beneath my shirt, and Greg's slighter build also 
went well with his cock- it was almost as long as mine, but not nearly so 
thick, its slimness making it look longer than it was by proportion.

He said, "Well, who's going to go first?". I suggested that we do him first; 
I was eager to get that possible humiliation in Cathy's eyes over with as 
soon as possible, and also after I come my doubts about the taboos we're 
violating bother me more- I'd just as soon keep up the eagerness my lust 
generated in me.

He layed down on his back on the bed nearest the closet, just a few feet 
from Cathy's gaze, and I knelt on the floor next to the bed, being careful 
to position myself so that Cathy would have the best possible view. His 
erection was fully swollen, straining straight upwards; I imagined how we  
must look to Cathy, me kneeling as if in worship at the altar of the sacred 
cock, both of our prominent projecting hardons reinforcing that image. We 
were both rock-hard from pavlovian conditioning, the memory of the intense 
orgasms we had learned to consistently give each other giving rise in our 
bodies to the anticipation of another toe-curling come.

He gave his erection a few preparatory strokes; and as I reached for it I 
felt an extra wave of excitement wash over me, the secret knowledge that we 
were being watched greatly intensifying the sexy nastiness I always felt 
when Greg and I got together to do each other. The swollen head of my hardon 
was already dripping cream at the thought of the tableau we were presenting, 
and we hadn't even started yet.

I took hold of his cock, and started with a series of the swelling squeezes 
that Cathy had discovered; I told him it was a trick I had stumbled on, and, 
as we watched, after getting reassurance that it wasn't hurting him to be 
squeezed so hard, we marveled at the increased girth of his cock; especially 
its head, which was now a stretched, shiny purple, under the pressure of all 
the additional blood I was forcing into it. He was sighing under his breath 
at the intense pleasure of feeling so stretched out; and after a few minutes 
of this technique his erection was swollen to new heights.

I started jacking him off slowly, pulling the loose skin of his shaft in 
long strokes from its base, up over the rim of its head and back down all 
the way to the light shock of hair at its base, telling him to let me know 
before he got too close to coming, so I could stop and let him recover a bit 
before I started up again, to work up a really huge load. He had a stupid 
smile on his face at the prospect, and his eyes were drifting half-closed as 
the familiar sensation of getting jacked off took possession of his senses. 
I imagined Cathy watching his large balls riding up and down with each 
stroke.

I worked on him steadily. After a few minutes a drop of cream appeared on 
the tip of his upright cock, which quickly increased and started to trickle 
down toward the rim. Seeing it I paused in my jacking him, and caught the 
thick fluid along the inside of my thumb, smearing it all around the rim of 
his cock-head (theatrically for Cathy's benefit), then resumed my slow, 
steady jacking, producing a sticky sound each time my hand hit the now-slick 
tip. He half-groaned, half-sighed in pleasure, and after only a few more 
minutes, the shiny film of fluid on the head being constantly replenished, 
he warned me that he was about to come.

I quickly took my hand away from his erection so as not to accidentally push 
him over the edge. His rod stuck out stiffly, bouncing strongly with his 
heartbeat, which was pumping fast; he was breathing heavily, and as we 
watched a fresh pulse of cream oozed from out of his cock-head. After 
several seconds he sighed deeply, and said he was passing the danger point; 
I asked him if I could start in again, and he nodded.

Now I formed my thumb and first finger into a circle, and started to rub 
fairly quickly lightly up and down just over the rim of his cockhead, maybe 
a quarter-inch or so above and below it. I knew this produced an intense, 
burning stimulation that would make him hotter and hotter, but wouldn't make 
him come; eventually it would, but then he would really explode.

As I kept this up he started breathing faster, almost panting; he was 
creaming thickly now, in pulses, which my quick, light jacking was whipping 
into a white froth that was building up around the top of his shaft. His 
cock was swollen rock-hard, a bright red from all the stimulation it was 
receiving, and he was sighing under his breath on each out-breath.  After 
several more minutes of this I could see his balls start to rise as he once 
again approached orgasm, and I again quickly  took my hand away.

This time his dick went into several irregular spasms of a half-orgasm, the 
stream of thick fluid oozing from its tip thickening on each pulse, but I 
had pulled my hand away in time, and he didn't go quite over the top. He was 
panting, and his legs gave several involuntary twitches; and after maybe a 
minute, we decided it was safe to start in again.

I was really giving Cathy a show; I had decided to pull out all the stops to 
try to really turn her on watching us, and also there was a slight 
competitive edge; I wanted to raise the bar on what her idea of a great 
handjob could be, so I was pouring it on.

I almost brought Greg to orgasm three more times, stopping each time just at 
the brink. I kept up the same technique, just tickling the rim of his 
cock-head. I knew it would be getting somewhat numb and irritated, making it 
even harder, but more urgent, for him to come. His body was covered in a 
shiny film of sweat; he was panting, his eyes rolled back; his limbs were 
twitching irregularly, and his erection was purple, and covered in frothy 
cream.

After he passed the danger point the fifth time, I went back to doing him 
with a full stroke over the entire length of his shaft; but he was now so 
wet that I could glide my hand smoothly along the surface of his skin. I 
knew this would make him come soon, but I jacked him ultra-slowly to prolong 
the inevitable a bit longer. He groaned as he felt my full hand gliding over 
his throbbing erection, knowing that release was just around the corner.

Very suddenly, without any warning, his cock started violently pulsing; the 
first three spastic throbs were dry, and very close together; then on the 
fourth pulse, a jet of come shot forth from his cock like I'd never seen; It 
went up over his head and hit the headboard! It was followed by two more 
super-strong jets that flew over his chest, then settled down into a series 
of more normal sized spurts that kept coming in an ever diminishing series, 
pooling on his belly.

I couldn't believe how long he kept coming. After maybe eleven spurts he 
couldn't shoot anymore, but his dick kept throbbing, a stream of come 
pulsing in a diminishing flow down over my hand. He had let out a yell on 
that first shot, and and moaned "Oh, oh, oh.." with each throb throughout 
the entire incredible explosion.

His erection finally stopped pulsing and slowly began to shrink in my hand. 
Greg's eyes drifted open dazedly, and we surveyed the results; his chest was 
streaked with ropes of semen, and there was a large elongated pool of come 
from his navel to the base of his cock. There was a large wet spot on the 
carpet between my legs where I was kneeling under the end of where my 
still-raging erection was hanging, a sticky string of pre-come trailing from 
my cock-head to the puddle. "Wow, man, you out did yourself! That was 
incredible!", he said, starting to wipe himself up with one of the towels I 
had put out for the occasion; then, smiling at the sight of my angrily 
swollen cock, added "And I can see you're ready for payback".

We traded places, he kneeling by the side of the bed, and I laying back, my 
large erection jutting from my midsection eagerly. He of course didn't know 
about Cathy watching from the closet, so although the position he took 
wasn't optimum for her viewing, still I thought it would be adequate, and I 
winked over in her direction as Greg grasped my stretched, stiff cock.

The feeling of his hand on my burning cock was heaven; although Cathy's 
small hand felt much nastier on my big hardon, just the feeling of letting 
go and relaxing into the experience of someone else working to make me come 
was paradise. I suggested he try the stretching squeeze I had used on him, 
and he got the hang of it quickly, commenting on how much bigger my already 
large member swelled under the pressure. "It's cool that you're bigger than 
me", he said, "It's a turn-on feeling such a big one in my hand- and look at 
it now!"he added, in the midst of a particularly strong squeeze. It felt 
almost painful, his hard squeezing and the forced stretching out of the skin 
as it swelled under unusual pressure, but also felt extremely erotic and 
sensitive to be so swollen.

He started jacking me off slowly, using both hands moving in unison, one 
near the base of my shaft and the other above it. I was already very wet 
from the excitement of doing him, and his previous squeezing had squoze out 
a stream of cream each time; so my erection was shiny with pre-come before 
he even started jacking it off, and his motions were producing a wet, 
slurping sound from the start, more cream flowing out with each stroke.

The knowledge that Cathy was watching me eagerly submit to this forbidden 
sexual indulgence, willingly having my huge erection pumped by a male, 
working to have as large an orgasm as possible, all under her surreptitious, 
eager gaze, was incredibly erotic and nasty. I was panting uncontrollably 
within a few minutes; I wanted to hold out as long as possible for Cathy's 
benefit, but my cock was already starting to twitch randomly as my orgasm 
was building up, and I could feel that tingling feeling starting to possess 
my extremities, slowly building toward my groin.

And then, with an uncontrollable suddenness my hardon slammed into its first 
orgasmic contraction as lightning exploded in my head; I felt a massive 
volume of come surging through my cock, as if someone had suddenly turned a 
garden hose on full blast; and a thick rope of semen jetted out in a high 
arc over my belly, landing on my neck and along my chest, followed by 
another and another, in a seemingly endless succession- I was swallowed in 
ecstasy, completely lost in the warm, enveloping universe of orgasm, 
timelessly suspended in the bliss of the massive flow of semen pulsing 
through my cock, over and over again...

Eventually I came to myself and felt my eyes drift open, as Greg was 
releasing my slowly sagging organ. My chest and belly, and his hand, were 
drenched in come; I reached out for a towel, sighing deeply at the release I 
felt, strongly multiplied by the knowledge of its having been witnessed by 
my sister. I was excitedly looking forward to talking with her later about 
it, and to find out how she enjoyed the spectacle. With that anticipation in 
mind, and my enthusiasm for the encounter with Greg drained along with my 
semen,  I allowed his visit to wind down to an end as smoothly as I could 
manage.

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