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"HomeComing" by petelargo@hotmail.com



   PART 1

   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.  1.

   It began in the early summer.  My parents had separated three years
previously, and my sister had moved away with my mom to the west coast,
while I stayed with my dad.  I guess there was a lot of bad feeling between
my folks, because for that three years, I didn't see either my mom or Cathy
at all; I got to speak with them on the phone over holidays and such, but
that was it.

   Eventually, there was a thawing in the iciness that had prevailed
between my parents, and a "prisoner exchange" of sorts was arranged; my
sister would come to stay with us for a month over the summer, and then I
would go and visit them likewise for a month.  I was eager to have this
happen; I missed both my mom and Cathy terribly, although in actuality they
had been out of my life for so long that they had both become just a sort
of sentimental memory to me.

   Then, toward the end of June, the big day finally came, and my sister
Cathy arrived at our house.  My dad picked her up at the airport, and,
after getting her settled in the house, said to us," I guess you two kids
have a lot of catching up to do- why don't you go visit, and we'll all meet
for dinner at 6".

   I felt a little awkward around her; she had been only thirteen when last
I had seen her, many years ago, a little girl in pig tails, and she had
grown a lot since thennot only in size, but she was developing into a woman
precociously.  She had a pretty face, framed by long, wavy brown hair, and
a cute figure, with a generous developing bust and nice waist.  She had
also grown into a self-possessed, intelligent person, not just the childish
little girl I used to tease and ignore; she felt to me like a stranger, and
I didn't know how to behave toward her.

   We went into the back yard and sat on the bench under our willow tree.
Our house was an old house in the upper New York state countryside, and the
back yard overlooked a small pond.  As we talked, I felt that she was as
unsure of things as I felt, being back here after so long among people she
really didn't know well anymore; and so we shared our memories and told
each other of our current lives shyly, with a certain delicacy.  But over
the few hours before dinner, we quickly found our footing with each other,
warming up and relaxing in each other's company as we opened our lives to
each other.  I felt that she had really turned out to be a great person,
and I found myself feeling very close and open with her, as if she was my
twin, and not just my little sister.  We found agreement about all sorts of
things, sharing many of the same attitudes towards the facets of our
worlds. By the time dinner rolled around, we were fast friends.

   We had a family dinner with my dad; he was obviously glad to have her
there, but he seemed a little distant and stiff, warming up only a little
as we spent the evening visiting and watching tv.  After a few hours,
agreeing that we were all tired, we turned in for the night.  It felt funny
to have another presence in the house, and a feminine one at that; she was
staying in her old room, at the end of the hall on the other side of our
bathroom.  I of course was used to having the bathroom, and in fact the
whole end of the second floor, to myself; and to have to wait while she
used the bathroom to get ready for bed felt weird; and then, when I finally
did get into the bathroom myself, having her feminine accessories around
added to the unfamiliarity.

   Our adventure really began that night, although it took days to blossom.
I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and went into the bathroom,
leaving the door open sleepily as I always did; there hadn't been reason to
do otherwise for years.  I always slept in pajamas, as I was that night;
and as often happened when I got up at night, I had an erection.  I was
standing in front of the toilet, having pulled the front of my pajama
bottoms down to clear my stiff dick, and was pushing it downwards toward
the toilet, about to begin peeing, when I heard a sound, and sleepily
looked up to see Cathy standing there!  She had apparently come in to do
the same thing as me, and hadn't expected to find me there any more than I
had thought of her.  We both froze, for a timeless moment that seemed to go
on forever, as she realized what she was looking at, and I realized what
she was seeing.  Then she turned away shyly, murmuring an apology, and
left; I closed the door, peed, and went back to bed.

   The next morning at breakfast, we were both a little reserved, uncertain
how to deal with our encounter of the night before.  I didn't know what her
reaction was, but I felt uneasy, and was content to let the incident lapse,
not acknowledging it to her.  It was the first time a girl had seen me with
my pants down, let alone with a hardon, and, although the idea gave me
twinges of excitement, it was new territory, harder to deal with than the
status quo.  I was sexually active already, being an avid masturbator, but
the extent of my sexual experience with others was having a friend who I
jacked off with from time to time.  I of course had a rich fantasy life,
but had yet to translate it into actual experience; so the whole issue was
complicated for me.  The fact that Cathy felt more like a cute stranger to
me than a little sister only added to my confusion.  So, I was content to
avoid confronting the whole issue by denial and proceed as if nothing had
happened, avoiding taking any responsibility for my actions, letting events
shape themselves.

   Whatever uneasiness there may have been between us that morning quickly
dissipated, and we spent a fun day hanging out and getting reacquainted. 
But I felt a very slight undercurrent of something between us, as though we
had a tacit understanding that something had happened, but we weren't going
to deal with it just yet.

   Then late that afternoon, the two of us were sitting again relaxing
under the willow tree before dinner, when in a quiet moment, Cathy, looking
down at her hands, quietly said," I had a hard time getting back to sleep
last night after I saw you in the bathroom".  I sat startled, alert,
waiting to see where this was going.  "I've seen diagrams and that sort of
thing in health class", she continued quietly, still looking down," but
that was the first time I've ever actually seen a boy's thing, at least
since we were small kids." We sat in silence a few more moments, then,
suddenly looking up at me, she said thoughtfully,"It looked so big!  Was it
hard?"

   I was taken aback; then, embarrassed, I stammered how boys sometimes got
hard while they were sleeping, and I started to fumble an apology for
leaving the bathroom door open.  "That's ok", she interrupted,"I'm glad I
got to see it." Then, after a moment's silence, looking away again, she
asked me very quietly,"Would you let me see it again sometime?"

   I felt as if a bomb went off inside me.  A rush of different emotions
ran through me, and I felt my face reddening; then, surprised by a sudden
boldness surging up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying,"ok,
if you'd like".  Then suddenly the words "you could come to my room tonight
after we turn in, if you want" blurted from my mouth.

   As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in the air from
our sudden intimacy, Cathy changed the subject, and we resumed the
conversation that we had been having before she had dropped her bombshell.
Throughout dinner and the rest of that evening a correctness and politeness
prevailed between us, but I could feel that the memory of our talk was in
the forefront of both our thoughts.  As we prepared for bed, I wondered if
she would actually follow through on my invitation.

   I was very excited at the prospect of "showing off" for Cathy.  I had a
strong sex drive, masturbating frequently, both alone and with a couple of
friends; but had never had any direct sexual contact with a girl, and was
eager to.  For me the fact that she was my sister was an advantage; we had
a built-in intimacy, and no prospect for needing to maintain "a
relationship"; and at the same time, the fact that she was a relative
stranger to me made her exciting as a potential sex partner.

   I went to bed, lying quietly, waiting either to go to sleep or for the
anticipated visit.  Eventually I was drifting off into my thoughts, when I
heard my door open quietly, and then close.  I reached over and turned on
my bedside lamp, revealing Cathy standing there in her nightie.  I sat up
awkwardly, swinging out my feet to sit on the side of the bed, as she came
over, and sat down next to me; she looked at me, then down towards my lap,
and playfully said,"Well, let me see it!"

   There was a sizable bulge pushing out the front of my pajamas already;
and as the reality of the situation penetrated my awareness, I felt a
further surge in my dick, as I rose myself up off the bed slightly, and
pushed down the waistband of my bottoms.

   My erection, now fully hard, sprang free, as Cathy watched; and I
settled back down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows to show
it off fully.  Staring at it wide-eyed, she said,"Wow!  It's HUGE!".  I
felt on fire; sitting back, both of us staring intently at my stiff cock,
which was rock hard, its skin stretched shiny-tight, I basked in the thrill
and arousal of showing this cute girl my most private parts.  She studied
it with great attention and curiosity; as she looked at it, she said, "I
can't believe this could fit inside a girl!"; then, "are all boys this
big?".  I explained that apparently it could fit somehow; and that everyone
is different, and as far as I could tell from the school gym, and the few
friends who I had seen hard, that I was pretty big.  Then she asked me if I
had ever had an orgasm.

   I smiled, and told her that I did as often as possible, usually once a
day, sometimes twice.  Wide eyed, she moved her head closer to it to study
its tip, asking," how much stuff comes out when you do?".  I said it
depends on how hot I feel, and how long I masturbate it; but maybe about a
couple of tablespoons.  She asked, "Will you show me?"

   I felt a flush of dizzying excitement, and the blood rushing in my ears,
as I acquiesced in this new level of intimacy by reaching for my hardon in
front of her.  I grasped it with my left hand just above my balls, and with
my right hand about an inch below the rim, and began to move both hands up
and down slowly, pulling the skin up over the rim of its head on each
upstroke.  She sat next to me, and watched curiously.  "Have you ever been
with a girl?  Have you done this with anyone before?" I told her she was
the first girl to see my hardon, but that I sometimes jacked off with a
friend of mine.  She watched my balls ride up and down with each stroke,
commenting on their beefiness.

   Suddenly, a drop of fluid squoze out of the hole and sat perched
glistening on the tip; Cathy asked excitedly, "Are you having an orgasm?" I
told her no, that as I got hotter slippery fluid came out to lubricate it,
and not to worry, when I was having an orgasm she would know about it; and
I told her we called it "coming", and we called masturbating "jacking off".
As she watched excitedly, she told me how she had a girl friend back home
who had showed her how to masturbate, and would come over to her house for
sleepovers, and they would masturbate each other.  She said they called it
"finger fucking", and that her pussy also got very wet before she would
come.

   We watched the drop of pre-come sitting on the tip of my dick swelling
with each downstroke of my hands, then shrinking slightly with the upstroke
as some of it was sucked back down into the hole; I was going very slowly
to try to make it last.  I felt incredibly hot; I was panting, more excited
than I had ever been; having my sister watching me work on my erection,
masturbating it slowly and very thoroughly, was the sexiest thing I had
ever done.

   It felt incredibly hot to have this curious, cute girl eagerly watching
me work on my big dick- it felt wonderfully nasty, and the forbiddenness of
the act, considering that she was my sister, added greatly to the thrill I
felt as we watched me masturbating.

   The drop of fluid finally grew too large to stay balanced on the tip of
my dick, and its own weight started it slowly flowing down my dick.  We
watched it flow down the top of my helmet-shaped head, get caught briefly
on the thick, protruding rim, and then get dragged down the shaft when it
hit my hand, leaving a shiny, wet trail over the head as more fluid flowed
down.  As the juice pooled around my hand on the shaft, it began to make a
sticky, wet sound; and Cathy commented on how much juice was coming out.

   I stopped my jacking movements, and took my hands away from my erection,
explaining to my sister that I was getting close to coming, and I wanted to
slow down and build up more come for her.  We watched my hardon bouncing
slightly with my pulse, which had gotten very fast by now.  It was shiny
wet, stretched to its maximum with excitement; the head a deep shiny
purple, the veins along the shaft a rich blue.  Cathy studied it all
around, commenting on how much bigger it was when it was close to coming
than when we had started, and how wet it had gotten.  I told her we called
the fluid "cream", and as we watched, a fresh pulse of cream oozed from the
head and began its trip down the shaft.

   Cathy told me how excited it made her to see my dick in such a state,
and that maybe she'd finger herself for me after I came.  I felt the urge
to come subsiding, so I grasped the shaft in the middle, with one hand now
so Cathy would have a better view.  I started to slide the skin on the
shaft up and down very slowly in a steady rhythm; the sticky sounds
resumed. Cathy commented on how amazingly loose the skin was on my dick,
that it could be slid around so far; and again on how large my dick and
balls were, saying that it must be weird having something that big bouncing
around and hanging between my legs all the time.

   "Does it hurt to have it so swollen?", she asked, watching me cream; I
replied, with some difficulty being so close to coming; "No, it feels
incredible.  In fact, the harder it is, the better it feels.  When I'm
really hot, like I am now, it gets so swollen that the skin gets stretched
really tight, and gets ultra-sensitive."

   At that moment, I could feel myself passing the point of no return.  I
warned Cathy that I was about to come, as I felt the incredible
deliciousness of the juices pooling in my balls; I slowed, and almost
completely stopped, my jacking, to prolong the orgasm as much as possible;
my erection started twitching involuntarily, and I stopped rubbing it
altogether, and took my hand away, as I felt the fire building in my limbs,
centering on my midsection; my sight began to dim, and I heard a roaring in
my ears; then, with a large spasm, my dick jumped and a thick rope of white
come shot out from its head high over my chest, then another and another,
my dick jumping in spasm with each shot.  Cathy said, "My God!".  It was
far and away the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, and my
erection kept bobbing over and over, as more come, now in a stream pooling
in my pubic hair, pulsed from my erection in a diminishing flow.

   As the throbbing in my genitals subsided, I returned to awareness of my
surroundings.  My chest was spattered with streams of come, trailing down
to my pubic area, which was soaked in a white puddle.  Cathy repeated,"My
God.  That was incredible!  Was that a particularly big one?" I explained
that it was, that having her watch me had given me the best come I could
remember.  She was flushed and breathing hard, obviously aroused by the
experience of watching me come, clearly surprised and excited by the
magnitude of the explosion.

   As my hardon began to subside, she layed back on the bed, still
breathing hard, and quickly pulled down the white cotton panties that she
had on under her nightie; and started to urgently rub herself with her
fingertips inside the slit of her pussy, that was now exposed openly to my
view.  I saw the soft in curve of her waist, and her flat belly above the
slight nest of soft, brown curls that spread over the mound of her pussy; I
admired the pouting, now-swollen lips of her pussy, that she was in the
midst of frantically working on, nestled between her two petite, smooth
thighs, that led up to the plump swelling of her cute ass.

   Her head was thrown back, her eyes partly closed, and she seemed lost in
the world of her arousal.  I watched with interest what she was doing with
her hand; I had never seen a girl masturbate before.  Her legs were partly
spread, and she had the tips two fingers of her right hand moving rapidly
between her lips near the top of her slit, which looked swollen and pouty.
Instinctively I reached my hand out , and with my fingertips, touched the
lips of her pussy just below where she was so frantically rubbing.  She
opened her eyes as she felt my touch, moaning "Oh!", then saying hoarsely,
"I'm just about to come"; I slipped my fingertips between her swollen lips
near the bottom of her slit, feeling a very warm, slippery wetness; she
pushed her head back, closed her thighs on my hand, breathing, "Oh!  Oh!"
softly, as I felt the smooth, wet flesh under my fingers start to pulse in
strong, rhythmic spasms.  I felt her coming for perhaps twenty seconds, her
pussy pulsing strongly, her entire body tightening with each spasm, with
gradually diminishing intensity, until finally the last few pulses were
maybe five seconds apart.

   She relaxed, lying back, spent.  I said softly, "Wow- was THAT a
particularly big one?" She opened her eyes and looked over to me, and
answered, with a blend of shyness, embarrassment, and pride, "I've never
had such a big one before- I guess watching you really made me excited; and
then when you touched me..." I agreed that seeing someone else was a major
turn on; I told her how I would get together with a friend of mine and do
it, and how hot I would feel watching them, how seeing them come would make
me want to; but it was great seeing her do it, and that I had never seen a
girl come before.

   I mopped myself off with a dirty t-shirt as she wiped her slit with some
kleenex, then put her panties back on.  There was a slight air of
embarrassment between us, and as I pulled on my pajama bottoms, she slipped
out the door to her room, closing it quietly.

   2.

   The next morning as I came down to breakfast, I was apprehensive about
how she would respond to me after the events of the previous night.  I was
a seething cauldron of conflicting emotions: embarrassment at having let
her see me jack off; guilt at involving my little sister, who I ought to be
protective of, in such forbidden activities; a kind of tender closeness
with her at having shared such intimacy; and a thrilling hope that she
liked it as much as I had, and might even want to do it again.

   I entered the kitchen, to find Dad and Cathy already sitting down to
eat. I came in nonchalantly, said "good morning" and sat down, glancing up
surreptitiously at my sister, to assess her mood.  My father gave me a
perfunctory greeting, and Cathy looked up at me, and gave me a neutral,
self-absorbed "good morning" back.  I was in torment; I couldn't tell what
she was feeling.  I kept a cool exterior, eating breakfast normally, then
taking my dishes to the sink.  Cathy ate quietly, mostly looking down at
her plate.  I feared the worst; that she was upset about last night, or
worse, really suffering inside herself at the perversion I had permitted to
happen.

   Our father got up and organized himself to go off to his work.  As he
said goodbye to us and headed off to the front door, I glanced over towards
Cathy nervously, as she was rinsing her dish at the sink, fearing the
confrontation that was to come.  As I heard the front door closing, I was
about to stammer out an apology for my behavior of last night when she
turned around, looking up at me shyly, and said, "That was really amazing
last night."

   My emotions did a somersault, and I felt a wild surge in my heart, and
also in my crotch.  "Yeah, I thought it was amazing, too", I agreed,
feeling an excitement to be having this conversation with her.  "It was
amazing seeing your thing squirting like that.  I couldn't believe how it
exploded." Looking at me appraisingly, she asked with a gleam in her eye,
"How long do you have to wait usually before you want to do it again?" I
said that I sometimes did it again right away, but that it was usually
better if I let it build up for at least a few hours, or overnight.  I
asked her how it was for her, and she said that it varied, but sometimes
she could do it over and over.  "would you like do it again now?  It HAS
been overnight." she asked coyly.

   At my blushing smile, she led the way into the livingroom towards the
sofa.  "Would this be ok, or do you need to be lying down?" she asked me,
as we started to sit down.  I laughed as I reached to undo my belt, saying
that I could do it in any position.  We sat on the sofa side by side; and
as she watched interestedly I unzipped my fly, and slowly slid my pants and
underwear halfway down my thighs, freeing my erection to flop upwards
toward my belly.  It felt so hot to be showing off my hardon to a girl
again; I felt my dick swelling to rock-hard.

   "Wow" she said again, studying it in the brighter morning light; then
after a moment, asked "can I feel it?" At my silence she cautiously reached
a hand out, and grasped it gently on either side of the shaft between her
thumb and fingertips.  Squeezing slightly, feeling its texture, she
said,"It's so hard and warm!  It feels like it's made of rubber." She
tentatively wrapped her hand around the middle of its shaft; her small hand
wouldn't go all the way around it.  "Can I make it, uh, come?  Would you
teach me how to do it?"

   The velvety feeling of her hand on my erection, squeezing it gingerly,
was heaven!  I couldn't believe such sensations were possible.  As she
experimented with pulling her hand up, sliding the loose skin along the
shaft up towards the head, pulling my balls up with it, I felt a tingling
playing through my entire body, from my head to the soles of my feet -"This
is going to be incredible!", I thought.

   I told her I would love it, and described to her how to grab the shaft a
few inches below the head and slowly pull the skin on the shaft just up
over the rim, letting it back down again steadily, over and over, being
careful not to grasp the shaft too hard or to move her hand too fast.  As
she heard me talking she was trying out what I was saying, getting the feel
of my dick, how much the skin would move, squeezing with different
strengths, and so on.  Her inexperience and tentativeness added to the
stimulation; feeling her do me was incredible.

   She was asking me how it felt, and how good a job she was doing, as she
continued to get the feel of jacking me.  Sighing, I told her how
incredible it felt, that even when I was being jacked off by my friend it
had never been this good; I warned her to go really slow so I wouldn't come
too soon.  I explained how much better an orgasm was when it was built up
for as long as possible; she agreed, saying that it was the same for girls.
I was fully swollen now, and each time she pulled up on my shaft her motion
made my cock-hole pout, producing a slight "popping" sound with each
stroke.

   As she continued doing me she asked me about what my friend and I did
together, and I told her how we would get together at one of our houses
when noone else was around, and do each other; how we had started just
jacking off with each other, but eventually through experimenting found out
how much better it felt when someone else did it to you; so now that's what
we did.  I told her that we usually took turns, one of us doing the other
until he came, or sometimes we would stop just before the other one came,
and switch places again, drawing it out; that we could sometimes last for
several hours that way, and had huge orgasms.  She said she'd love to watch
us doing that sometime.

   As we watched her slowly pulling on my erection, a drop of cream oozed
out the hole, and began a slow trickle down the front of the head towards
her jacking hand.  Seeing it, she asked me to warn her when I was going to
come, so she would be ready; then she asked if I did anything special with
the cream when it started dripping.  I told her how you could just let it
drip down and build up around the jacking hand and it would get nice and
slippery, but that the best thing was to use a fingertip to softly spread
the wetness all around the head, making it really slippery, and then softly
tickle the head and rim, making an incredibly intense burning-tingling
sensation.

   Hearing this, she softly stopped her jacking, and using her index
fingertip, started drawing soft circles slowly around the head, dragging
the stream of cream behind her finger.  I sighed, "Ahhh...", and told her
how hot that made me feel.  I told her she better stop soon, that I was
getting near coming, and what she was doing felt too intense.  She stopped,
and asked me if she could just feel me up, if that would be less intense
and let me last; I told her I thought so.

   She moved her hand away from the tip, and reached it down to feel my
balls, reaching with her other hand to trace the thick column that ran up
the underside of my shaft.  I warned her that if she stayed away from the
head it should be ok, and to be very gentle with my balls.  She put her
palm down between my legs and hefted my big sack, bouncing slightly up and
down, feeling the weight; it filled her cupping palm, spilling slightly
over each side of her palm.  Then she explored the shape of each ball,
gently rolling them through her fingers, marveling at their size.  She
gently pushed my hardon down towards my belly, letting it bounce back up,
studying its movement, asking if that was ok.  I told her to let go and I
would show her something; and when she did, I started flexing my groin
muscle, making my shaft bounce up and down; then tightening and holding the
muscles, making it stick straight out and swell even more, the head growing
shiny and darker red with swelling, a fresh stream of cream being forced
out the hole.  She grasped the shaft near the base and aimed it different
directions, up and down, side to side, exploring the way it moved.

   I told her it was probably ok to start jacking it off again, and she
grasped it with both hands as she had seen me doing last night.  It was
funny seeing her small hands on my big shaft, not able to reach around it,
far from the base or the head; with more than an inch of shaft showing
between them.  She started jacking her hands in unison, asking me if she
was doing it "right".  I told her, "Just keep it up just like that for a
few more minutes and you'll see how right you're doing it." She giggled,
and said that then we'd just have to see.  I told her that I was wet
enough, so that if she loosened her grip a little bit, her hands would
start sliding up over the skin and up over the head as she jacked me off,
and it would send me over the top.

   I slumped down a little further in the sofa, pushing my pelvis out
farther so my dick was sticking out as far as possible as she brought me
into the home stretch.  She was leaning over my midsection, working on me
intently with both hands.  My shaft was soaked, cream streaming steadily
from the tip down over her slowly pumping hands, running down wetting the
dark thatch of my pubic hair.  Her movements were producing a steady murmur
of wet, sticky sounds, that were the only sounds in the room, our
conversation dying as we concentrated on masturbation.

   I told her to watch my balls; that just before a boy comes, his balls
rise up and tighten a bit; I told her that if she slowed her jacking way
down when she saw them rising, she would make me have the biggest orgasm
possible.  She leaned forward a bit more, to get a better view of my balls
rising and falling as she did me- and after only about a minute more, she
said excitedly, "They look like they're rising; are you about to come?"

   I was too far immersed in my impending orgasm to answer her directly,
but as I moaned assent she slowed her jacking way down, to maybe a stroke
every second or two.  I was delirious with pleasure; I felt paralyzed, my
limbs rigid with ecstasy; my genitals felt completely engorged and
stretched to their maximum, painfully so; I felt the juices pooling in my
balls; and a huge wave of tingling energy was sweeping slowly inward from
my hands and feet toward my groin, building as it came, until, when it
reached my center, I felt my entire body stiffen, and my dick began pulsing
spasmodically, sending thick gobs of semen squirting out over my chest. 
Cathy watched in amazement, and she kept jerking me off as the spasms
slowly died down, when I told her to start easing off.

   As I lay back exhausted, she told me how exciting it was to feel how
strongly my dick throbbed in her hands while I was coming; and that feeling
that, and seeing how strongly I squirted, and how much come there was
shooting out really gave her a feeling for how hard I came.  She said that
her orgasms were wonderful, but she thought that I definitely won for
strength; no wonder I liked to do it so much!

   We lay back and watched my erection slowly subsiding.  I felt a new kind
of warmth, that I had never felt before toward anyone else, toward my
sister.  The intimacy of sharing so completely my most basic urges and
actions with another person, a cute, interested girl, who seemed to accept,
and even greatly enjoy, my most intimate needs and urges, was moving in a
very deep way; and I felt a much more than just sexual satisfaction warming
me.

   Cathy got up and got a towel from the kitchen, and started to mop up the
come from my chest and belly.  She said, "After you rest a bit, I'll let
you do it to me." I told her I didn't know how to do a girl, but I'd like
to try it; and she said that then we were even- she'd teach me, like I had
just taught her.  As we lay back and talked, and she told me about her
experiences; how a friend of hers had taught her about masturbating, and
how they enjoyed doing it with each other on sleepovers.

   She said her friend's name was Liz, who she had known casually for a few
years, but really befriended a year ago.  After they had started hanging
out together at school, she had invited Liz, who was a year older, over to
her house for a sleepover.  As they had gotten ready for bed that evening
and were changing into their nighties, in the course of seeing each others'
bodies the talk had gotten more intimate, and at Liz's questioning it had
emerged that Cathy didn't know about masturbating.  She of course knew that
it felt nice to touch herself between her legs, but she didn't know how far
it could go.  Liz had then told her that she had a treat coming, and had
told her to lie back and let her show Cathy what she was missing.

   They compared their bodies; Cathy's breasts were starting to blossom
nicely, and Liz's were more full and rounded; and Liz's pussy had a fuzzy
patch of soft hair around it, while Cathy's was much less furrey.  Liz had
then tickled, pinched, and rubbed Cathy's breasts and nipples until she
started feeling a warm and rich feeling inside herself.  Cathy, at Liz's
encouragement, was likewise doing Liz's tits in the way she was being done;
after a while, when they were both "feeling hot", Liz had started stroking
and tickling Cathy's pussy-lips on the outside, which Cathy reciprocated.
It was a much more insistent stimulation than Cathy had ever done before,
and she felt her pussy swelling and opening, and becoming moist, as was
Liz's; they then began including the smooth skin inside their lips in their
tickling and rubbing.

   Liz had started rubbing Cathy's clit insistently, alternating with
rubbing the outside of her little hole farther down; when Cathy had
reciprocated, Liz told her to push her finger inside the hole while she was
rubbing her clit; she tried to do the same to Cathy, but no more than the
tip of her little finger would fit in.  They did each other intensely for a
while, each of them getting wetter and wetter, until Liz had cried out, and
Cathy had felt her friend's pussy throbbing over and over; then Liz had
gotten up on her knees and worked on Cathy feverishly, until after several
minutes of this she started to have this amazing feeling surge through her,
and then her whole body convulsed, as her pussy had its first orgasm.  She
said that ever since that night, they had gotten together regularly to do
each other, just like me and my friend did; "It must run in the family!",
she giggled.

   As she had been telling me this story, she had lain back, and had let
her dressing gown fall open, revealing that she was naked underneath it. 
Listening to her, I drank in the view of her figure; I hadn't seen any
other girls naked except in pictures, and had been too absorbed last night
to fully notice the nuances of her femaleness.  Her breasts were not large,
but were shaped very full and rounded, with prominent large, dark nipples;
I imagined from this that they would be much larger when she was older,
like our mother's were.  She was slim, but already had the narrow waist and
swelling hips of a woman, developed early for her age.  She had a flat
belly, subtly curving down to a cutely protruding mound above her pussy,
which was lightly covered in a downy patch of dark, soft curls; and the
lips of her treasure, which she had begun to absentmindedly stroke lightly
with her fingertips as she recounted to me the story of her initiation into
sex, were swollen pink and puffy (no doubt from the as yet unrequited
excitement of jacking me off); slightly spread, with the reddish folds of
her inner lips and the swollen tongue of flesh hiding her clit projecting
from them.

   I asked her if I could feel her breasts; in answer she reached out and
took my hand, guiding it to her chest, and placing it cupping the breast
nearest me.  I was enthralled with its soft, silky warmth, and gently
squoze it, sliding my palm over its smoothness, her big nipple rubbing over
my palm; Cathy's eyes drifted half-closed, and she gave a little sigh,
encouraging me to continue.  Putting her own hand on her other tit, she
demonstrated for me how to tickle and pull on the nipple, and massage and
stroke the rounded curve of the flesh, which I tried as I watched her.  Her
nipples swelled and stiffened, growing quite large, as we worked on them;
she told me how good it felt, and that she could get very close to orgasm
just by that; and that she and Liz liked to just do each other's tits until
they each couldn't stand it, only then finishing each other off quickly by
fingering each other's pussy.

   After a few minutes, she pushed with her free hand on my arm, urging it
to move downward from her chest across her belly; I stopped over her curls,
running my fingers through them.  They were downy-soft; clearly they were a
fairly recent growth.  I continued sliding my hand down her mound, my
fingers moving down over the top of her slit, rubbing gently over her lips,
bumping against the protrusion of her clit, sliding down over the moist
folds of flesh sticking out from between her swollen lips, to cup her
entire cunt softly against my fingers; she moaned softly, spreading her
legs a little more, and pushing her pussy up against my hand slightly.  She
had continued to pull at her nipple as I felt down to her cunt, and
continued my exploration.

   I slid my hand back up along her pussy, allowing my middle finger to
slip between the lips, dragging it very slowly upwards over the smooth,
wet, silky flesh it found inside; first down into the deeper depression
around her hole that I had explored last night, then sliding up along the
increasingly shallow furrow, slick with juice, finally bumping up over the
mound of her clit, at which point she let out a soft, pleading moan, and
pushed her hips forward slightly again.  I continued slowly dragging the
whole length of my finger over her clit until I cleared it at the top of
her slit, then I reversed my direction, lightly repeating the journey I had
just made until my hand again was completely lightly cupping her pussy.  I
couldn't believe I was actually feeling a girls cunt!  I asked her if it
felt good, and she breathed, "oh, yes!"; I asked her if what I was doing
would make her come, and she said, "don't stop, and you won't have to wait
very long to find out".

   She was now lying back with her eyes closed, completely relaxed,
breathing heavily, her legs spread, her one hand still playing absently
with her tit, the other lying forgotten resting against my hip; completely
absorbed in getting masturbated.  I was feeling very turned on by the
relaxed, totally intimate sexuality of the situation, the openness with
which she was letting me explore her most private parts; my cock, which had
been reposing along my thigh where it had fallen as it had deflated, again
began swelling, rising from its resting place, and slowly pointing up again
toward the ceiling.  In the slow gyration over my belly that it made as it
swelled, it grazed her hand, and as she felt it she reached out, feeling
for it, and grasped it.  The sensation of her small hand on my shaft
accelerated its swelling, quickly raising it to its full size sticking up
over my belly.

   We laid back side by side, our arms crossed, each of us with a hand on
the other's genitals, slowly masturbating each other.  It seemed like time
had stopped; the only sounds in the room for this indeterminable interlude
was our slow, heavy breathing, the slick, sticky sounds made by my fingers
in her now dripping slit, and the fleshy, kissing sounds my erection made
as she slowly jacked me off.  It was heaven.  I was watching us do each
other, when Cathy let her eyes drift partially open, and turned her head
slightly towards me, and our eyes met; the mutual surrender to our lust
that we each saw in the other's eyes was magnetic, and we held each other's
gaze steadily as we continued our mutual masturbation.

   Her pussy lips were swollen wide open now, and my movements had evolved
to a period of slow, light rubbing around her clit, then a journey down to
tickle around her hole, drawing more juice from there back to work around
her clit again.  She was guiding me somewhat with slight movements of her
hips, as I was with her jacking, and she began to encourage me to push my
finger more into her hole on each trip.  It wouldn't fit easily, and I was
afraid of hurting her, but her pushing was insistent; so I was getting my
middle finger about halfway into her, and moving it partially in and out
several times each pass.

   She was panting slightly now, her mouth relaxed open, and she seemed to
be sinking farther into her sex-trance.  I could see her heart pounding in
the throbbing of the veins in her neck, and her eyes were rolling back
slightly under her eyelids.  I was also panting; I felt so hot; the thrill
of making her so sexually aroused, and her haphazard jacking on my hardon,
were sending me over the top.  Suddenly she whispered hoarsely, "leave your
finger in, and rub me with your thumb at the same time".  I did so, and
almost at once, she closed her eyes and started quietly sighing "ah, ah"; I
felt her whole body tensing, and suddenly her pussy clamped down hard on my
penetrating finger.  It gripped me tightly for a second, then released,
tightening and releasing spasmodically over and over as she came.  As the
pulsing in her pussy started winding down, I felt my own orgasm
approaching; as she felt my dick swelling to its maximum, she opened her
eyes in time to see the first throb of my erection as it came.  We watched
a thick stream of semen flow from the head of my dick, down over her
fingers, then dripping to pool in my navel; since I had recently come it
didn't shoot, but its stream did thicken with each throb of my penis.

   We lay there exhausted for several minutes, until Cathy quietly said to
me, "It never felt so good before- I love doing this with you; and watching
your big thing come makes me so hot!" I told her that it was the same with
me; I'd never had such a big come as she gave me today, and that she was
very good at jacking off boys.  I picked up the already soaked towel from
earlier and started to wipe myself up, as she asked me playfully if we
could have another lesson soon...

   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
itthis 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 powerful 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...

   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.

   5.

   It turned out to be a while before I got to talk to her about what she
had witnessed; our dad got home just as Greg was leaving, and insisted on
taking us out for burgers and a movie, trying to manufacture quality family
time as best he could.  So by the time we got home and had dispensed with
the parental visiting, it was time to head up to bed; but on the stairs
Cathy said to me quietly, "I'll come in later; I can't wait to tell you how
your 'show' was for me!".

   I rushed through my nightime routine and turned in, eagerly anticipating
her visit; and a while after I had drifted off into my thoughts, I heard my
door quietly open, and, opening my eyes, saw Cathy come over and climb into
bed, cuddling next to me, her head on my shoulder, her arm reaching across
my chest, as I lay there on my back.  "Are you still awake?" she whispered
near my ear, and hearing my assent, continued "That was incredible this
afternoon!  I got so hot watching you I had to finger myself while I
watched, and I came four times before you finally did!"

   She had reached her hand down the waistband of my pajama bottoms while
she was talking, and, grasping my rapidly swelling cock, started to slowly
stroke it as she spoke.  "It was so hot watching you do each other.  For
some reason it was particularly nasty- I think it was the nastiest thing
I've ever seen." She told me how she had been excited going in to hide in
the closet, and then when we had come into the room it didn't seem like
much at first, until when we pulled down our pants and she saw our
erections, all of a sudden she had a incredible flush of eroticism, and she
had to put her hand in her pants right away; just seeing our hardons she
almost came, and she said she actually did just a minute later when she saw
me start doing him.

   As she was telling me all this she was slowly jerking my dick off, and
now feeling how big it was getting, without interrupting her story she
pushed my pajama bottoms down my thighs and pulled down the sheets until
they were clear of my genitals, as she continued to jack me off while we
talked, so I wouldn't get any come on my sheets.

   She told me she was amazed to see how well I did him, drawing it out,
stopping and starting in again to make him last as long, and come as hard,
as possible.  She had her second orgasm the first time I started back in
after our first pause; she said it was just so nasty seeing me working on
him; then her third come was just when he finally exploded; she said she
kept coming and coming as long as he did.

   Hearing her excitement as she talked about it, and the exquisite
sensation of her warm hand slowly pumping my dick, was bringing me close to
the edge.  "I'd never seen so much come!  You really made him explode!  And
then when you switched, and he started in on you, I could tell you were so
hot that you wouldn't last long.  I've never seen your hardon so swollen!
It was so big!" She said that she came again just before I did, and again
was amazed at how hard he made me come.

   I felt the delicious warmth of the juices pooling in my balls as she
slowly jacked me off while she was talking, then as she described our
simultaneous orgasms of that afternoon, I started to come; as she felt my
shaft throbbing in orgasm she purred "mmmmm...".  It wasn't nearly as
spectacular as what she witnessed that afternoon, but the warmth of her
body by my side and her head on my shoulder, as the semen ran down my shaft
and over her hand to pool on my belly, made it even better than that
explosion.

   We both drifted off to sleep, and sometime in the night she tiptoed
quietly back to her room, so that our father wouldn't stumble upon our
secret.

   We spent the next morning doing housework while Dad was off at work.  We
made games of the chores we were doing, and there was constant laughter and
teasing.  Then, after a lunch of ham sandwiches, Cathy suddenly looked up
at me with that playful twinkle in her eyes I had learned meant that she
was feeling sexy, and said, "Let's go in the living room.  I have an idea I
want to try out."

   She led the way into the living room, and, standing facing me in front
of the sofa, started to undo my belt.  As she continued to undo my pants,
she looked up and smiled mysteriously up at me, a knowing twinkle in her
eyes; I felt my cock swelling in anticipation of whatever she had in mind.

   After she got my belt undone, the snap of my jeans opened, and my zipper
down, she sat down on the sofa.  She then reached forward and guided my
pants down my thighs, revealing the distended tent my swelling erection was
making in my briefs, the outline of its head clearly visible, pointing
downwards at a rakish angle.  She slipped her fingers under the waistband,
and slowly pulled my underwear down, revealing the length of my hardon inch
by inch, until finally it sprang free, bouncing up, pointing right at her
face, rock hard.

   Her eyes never left it as she encircled its base with the thumb and
forefinger of her right hand, while starting to gently tug on my scrotum
with her left.  Squeezing my shaft tightly, she slowly drew her right hand
forward along it, watching intently as my cock-head swelled under the
pressure she was exerting; then releasing her squeezing, gliding back to
the base, then another strong squeezing pull, with even more swelling than
the first time.  She did me like this for maybe fifteen pulls, then removed
her hand, admiring her handiwork; the head of my erection, bobbing a few
inches in front of her face, was now inflated to a smooth, shiny bulb, a
deep angry red from the blood engorging it, big as a small plum, as large
as I had ever seen it.

   Cathy looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and said enigmatically,
"Well, it looks like you're ready"; and then, steadying its bouncing length
with her thumb and fingers at its base, she leaned forward, parting her
lips, and slipped the head of my dick into her mouth.

   Or rather, tried to.  She got about two-thirds of it into her open mouth
and tried to get her lips over its rim, but her mouth wouldn't open far
enough.  After trying for a few seconds, she withdrew it from her lips,
giving it a sucking kiss as it emerged, thoughtfull saying "wow!"; and did
several mouth exercises, stretching her mouth around as far as she could
while opening and closing it.  She then worked up some saliva in her closed
mouth for a moment and licked her lips several times, all the while eyeing
her challenge; then leaning forward again, she took it between her lips
and, sucking, succeeded in fitting its rim in her widly stretched mouth,
her lips coming to rest on the shaft just beyond the rim.

   My god, the way that felt!  I almost came right then; the warm, wet
silky haven of her mouth, coupled with the extremely nasty sight of my big
erection protruding from her face was intensely erotic; but I managed to
hold on, accustoming myself somewhat to the sensations while Cathy got used
to the punishing stretching my dick was inflicting on her mouth.  Seeing it
up against her face, watching her petite mouth grappling with trying to fit
around it, really showed me how big my hardon was- of course I took its
size for granted as normal; but seeing it in this context, it looked huge
and out of proportion to her face.

   She moved her head back, slowly squeezing my cock-head out of her mouth
in another wet kiss, again stretched her lips around a bit, and then again
took me into her mouth, getting her lips well onto the shaft this time. 
She started trying to move her head back and forth a bit, pulling her lips
back over the rim of my head but still keeping the tip in her mouth, then
sliding her lips back over the rim to the shaft, as if I was fucking her
mouth, at least with the first quarter of my cock.

   I can't describe how good this felt; I was holding back my orgasm as
hard as I could, but still felt like I was about to lose it.  My erection
was swollen rock-hard under cathy's stimulation, and watching it silding in
and out between her lips added to my excitement tremendously.

   She pulled it out of her mouth again, trailing a string of cream from
its tip to her lips, and started temporarily jacking it with her hand,
while she asked me how what she was doing felt, if it was ok.  I told her
that it was incredible, I couldn't beleive how good it felt, how I was
already on the edge of coming, trying to hold myself back; but I was
worried about coming in her mouth.  She said "No, I want you to; don't
worry!".  She told me not to hold back, since she wasn't used to how big I
was in her mouth, and she was having to stretch her mouth a lot.

   She licked her lips again and sucked me back into her mouth, getting it
in past the head again, and resumed pumping it in and out over the rim.  It
felt incredible; I watched her pumping me in and out of her mouth, my shaft
shining with her saliva, when after only a minute or so I felt the come
pooling in my balls, and whispered urgently to Cathy that I was about to
come.  She responded by grabbing both my ass-cheeks with her hands, as if
to hold me in her mouth, while she continued pumping her mouth on my dick;
but she pulled me out slightly and decreased the length of her sucking
strokes, as if readying herself for the flood of semen that she anticipated
soon to be flooding her mouth.

   I felt the familiar dizzieness descending on me as my limbs grew
paralyzed, and my knees grew weak; the familiar electric tingling spreading
from my extremities in toward my crotch, as the fluids began to surge in my
groin; and as I felt my hardon swelling further, a flash of light went off
in my head, and my erection began to pulse spasmodically as a heavy flow of
semen surged down its shaft.

   The first spurt of come caught Cathy by surprise, and she gagged,
pulling her mouth back so that she was just sucking on the tip of my hardon
as if it was a huge straw.  She fought to keep control and continue trying
to suck as spurt after spurt of my come filled her mouth, but it was all
she could do to try to keep her mouth on my dick, and semen was squirting
out around her lips and all over her face as she gasped for air.  On top of
her inexperience, the huge size of the orgasm her wonderful blowjob had
wrung from my dick made coping with the situation even harder for her; it
felt so good to be shooting so much come through my cock into her mouth;
She had me so turned on, the stream of semen was so thick that I felt as if
I was peeing.  She sputtered trying to swallow and clear her mouth as my
orgasm slowly subsided; she had pulled my dick out of her mouth, and its
last few spasms sent come dripping in an unsteady stream from its tip down
onto the floor.

   Cathy was choking, coughing, and laughing all at once; aparently some
had gone up her nose, and she sputtered as she regained control of herself.
As she settled down, she let go of my cock that she had been holding all
this while, and, still laughing, looked up at me, wiping at her lips that
were smeared with come, and exclaimed,"Wow!  That was intense!  I guess I
never realized just how hard you come!  I thought I was drowning!".  She
continued to clean up, saying that next time she'd know what to expect.

   Standing there in front of her, I felt completely drained, satisfied, in
a glow of wellbeing from the enormous come she had given me- and as I heard
the words "next time", a nasty twinge welled up through me in
anticipation...

   6.

   We spent the afternoon in completely non-sexual pursuits.  Cathy didn't
mention our experiment with oral sex, and in fact behaved as if nothing of
the kind had ever taken place, and I didn't bring it up either, for fear of
jinxing any future developments in that area; so we carried on as a
"normal" brother and sister should.  After an uneventful evening we turned
in.  I was feeling depressed, fearing that the whole experience of the
mouthful of come had been too much for her, and she might be turned off to
any more oral play, or worse yet, turned off too our sex-play altogether!
My negative fantasies were running wild, fed by the lack of communication
with Cathy.

   I was just drifting off to sleep, when I was startled out of my reverie
by the sound of my door opening, and someone coming into the room.  "Are
you awake?", I heard Cathy whisper.  As I mumbled assent I heard her
closing the door, noticed the distinct sound of the lock being turned, and
felt her sit on the bed next to where I was lying.  I reached and turned on
my bedside light, which revealed Cathy in her nightgown, a warm smile on
her face, and a twinkle in her eyes.

   "That was really amazing, this afternoon, don't you think?" As I heard
these words my gloom of the evening lifted as if it had never been there.
She was reaching to fold back my covers, turning them down to my mid-thigh,
as she was saying "You really see how hard someone comes when they do it in
your mouth!  But now that I know what it's like, I think I'll be able to
handle it next time."

   She was feeling up the bulge of my crotch through my pajamas; of course,
I started getting hard right away, and she pulled the waistband of my
pajama bottoms down to just below my balls, revealing my swollen erection
pointing due north.  She reached and started to absentmindedly fondle my
balls as she studied the fullness of my hardon bobbing there, thinking out
loud, "It really made my mouth tired holding it open so far, you're so big!
Maybe I'll need to do some exercises or something...  but for now I think
I'll just jack you off, and when you're just coming I'll hold my mouth over
your hole, and get to try again to see if I can handle it this time,
without having to strain my mouth.  So tell me when you're about to come."
She looked up at me, smiling mischievously, and added "That is, if you
don't mind."

   She grasped the base of my shaft and began slowly rubbing it, as I
answered her, telling her that her letting me come in her mouth was the
hottest thing that I'd ever done, and that was why I came so hard- of
course she could do that with me whenever she wanted!  She laughed,
continuing to jack me off, telling me how she had thought she had been
ready for my orgasm, but how the come squirted into the back of her mouth
so hard that she had gagged, then started coughing, and got some up her
nose, until she was afraid she was going to drown!

   She said that this time she was going to just hold the very tip of my
cockhead in her mouth and hold her mouth more closed, so my shots would hit
her tongue, and not the back of her throat, so she wouldn't choke, and
could just try to drink it all as I squirted.

   I was intensely excited to hear what she had in mind, almost coming at
the thought; the sensation of her soft hand milking my swollen rod was
already working its magic, and her description was sending me over the top;
so I tried to relax, so I wouldn't come right then.  I was getting pretty
wet, and her hand was starting to make slurpy sounds as she slid the loose
skin of my erection along its shaft.

   She added, "And I'll make you a deal!  You have to do me with your mouth
afterward, if you want me to go on!  Ok?" Of course I was a captive
audience, I would have agreed to anything at that point, so I panted my
agreement; but the thought of her coming in my mouth only added to my
excitement.

   She continued to do me in silence, focusing intently on her work; she
was adding extra strokes and caresses to my rod to drive me over the top. I
was so wet now that her hands were gliding over my genitals smoothly on a
film of cream, that was being steadily replenished, flowing down in a
steady stream to be spread by her hands.

   I began to feel that tingling all over my body announcing my impending
orgasm, so I warned Cathy that I was going to come.  She leaned over and
clamped her lips to the tip of my cockhead in a sucking kiss, and continued
her inspired jacking.  I felt the come pooling in my balls, that delicious
dizziness and warmth wash over my whole body, my hardon swelling to
granite-hardness, and then suddenly, with a flash of light inside my head,
felt the thick fluid surging down my shaft in a massive flow.

   As the first pulse of come hit her mouth she almost gagged, as the thick
stream of semen jetted between her lips, filling her mouth; but she started
swallowing, sucking powerfully, drinking down the rich cocktail that she
was being force-fed, as if she was drinking from a huge straw.  Each squirt
was so voluminous that I could actually feel the streams of liquid as they
surged through the channel in my shaft and out the tip into her waiting
mouth.  She found the rhythm of the pulses of my coming erection, sucking
strongly with each jet, then swallowing between them.

   I was completely overcome with pleasure; the nastiness of her obsession
with drinking all my come was giving me a huge orgasm, and I kept squirting
jet after huge jet of hot come into her mouth.  She was managing to swallow
all of it this time, only a few small trickles escaping her lips and
running down her chin.

   Slowly my orgasm subsided, but Cathy kept sucking my cockhead until
every trace of its orgasmic throbbing had completely stopped, and my red,
shiny-wet hardon started slowly softening.  Letting it pull away from her
lips as it softened, she then looked up at me flushed and smiling, a look
of triumph on her face.  "Wow, you come a lot!  I feel like I just drank a
milkshake! ...But, this time, I handled it!" She asked me if it felt good;
I told her how incredible it was, that again she had given me one of the
biggest orgasms I'd ever had; I told her how hot it was to see her drinking
my come, that it made me keep shooting and shooting!

   She wiped at the come on her chin, telling me how once she got the hang
of how big each jet was, and found the rhythm of the throbs, it wasn't hard
to keep on top of it, and not let her mouth fill up; and that her trick of
using her tongue to stop the jets from hitting the back of her throat
seemed to work well; the only problem was that the first spurt came with
out warning, and was the hardest, so she'd have to learn to anticipate it.

   As she spoke Cathy was lying back and pulling up her nightgown, exposing
her cute thighs and belly, gift wrapped in skimpy white-lace bikini
panties; I knelt on the floor between her spread legs hanging off the side
of the bed, as she slid the panties down her petite legs and off her feet.
I warned her that I really wasn't sure what to do; she replied, "I don't
know, just try anything, and we'll see what works.  I'm so hot, I'm sure
whatever you try will work fine, as long as you're touching me there."

   I leaned forward tentatively, unsure how to start.  I didn't mind trying
it, especially after Cathy's prodigious performances with her mouth, but
this was new territory for me, and I didn't know what to expect.

   Her legs were spread widely, and at their softly hollow crotch the
projecting, rounded mound of her pussy looked reddish and swollen beneath
its crown of downy curls, a heavy film of shiny moisture coating the folds
of her inner lips and clit hood, which were projecting prominently out from
her slightly spread, very puffy outer lips; she appeared to be well
aroused, no doubt from having just brought me to such a powerful orgasm in
her mouth.  I leaned forward, and tentatively gave her pussy lips a kiss
over her swollen clit; Cathy's body jumped involuntarily at the first
contact of my mouth with her sensitive organs, and she gasped a quick
breath.

   The feeling of her hot genitals against my lips was exquisite. 
Encouraged by the pleasant quality of the sensations I felt and her obvious
excitement, I licked greedily, flattening my tongue against the bottom of
her gash where a thick rivulet of her fluids was building.  Sticking out my
tongue as far as I could as I drew it up along her slit, it immediately
went to its full extension into the now dripping wet cavern of her cunt,
then strongly caressed the textured, stiff smooth flesh lying deep between
her lips above her hole; as I moved upward, my tongue reached less and less
deeply between her lips, until it reached the swollen folds of flesh at the
top projecting well out from her cunt-lips altogether, concealing the prize
of her clit.

   As I hit her clit, she moaned and tightened her calves and the small of
her back, thrusting her cunt forward to meet my mouth greedily.  Holding my
tongue spread wide, I gave her clit a thorough, wet sloppy licking, then
began to lick downward, towards the bottom of her slit again where I had
started.

   Her cunt was soaked, both from the fluids that were being copiously
produced by her arousal, and my drooling open mouth; my chin and cheeks
felt soaked.

   I continued slowly licking up and down her slit, sticking my tongue into
her as far as I could each pass, and licking sloppily around her clit when
I arrived there.  It seemed to be working; her legs were tightened, resting
on the tips of her toes, quivering with tension; she was panting, and
making spasmodic shivering pushes forward with her hips as I licked her.

   The next time I reached it, I started sucking hard on her clit.  She
cried out "Yes!", then managed to gasp, "Put your fingers in me!"; I slid
two fingers into the now cavernous hollow of her open cunt as I continued
to suck on her clit; suddenly, with no warning, her pussy clamped hard on
my hand, then released it, and grabbing it again and again spastically, as
she came, hard.

   As soon as she started coming Cathy began an eerie high-pitched whining
that I had never heard before- and it continued as she continued to come,
and come.  I'd never felt her come like that; her cunt clamped down on my
fingers with each pulse of her orgasm; hard, again and again and again,
maybe twenty times, until her spasms started weakening, finally diminishing
into occasional throbs.

   When at last it was over, she lay back unmoving, completely spent.  Her
entire crotch and rear end was completely soaked, as was my face; that and
a wet spot on the carpet beneath her crotch made me think that maybe she
actually squirted some fluid when she came this time, like a man does.

   I lay with my cheek against her belly as she recovered, and we both
wallowed in the post-orgasmic glow.  "Oh my god,", she was finally able to
whisper, "that was INCREDIBLE!  If you'll do that again I'll do ANYTHING
you want!  Jesus, that was amazing...  Tomorrow I'll do you with my mouth
all the way if you'll do that again!"

   I felt a hot glow of additional pleasure as I looked forward to what
tomorrow might bring...

   7.

   The next afternoon, Cathy and I were sitting around the kitchen table
reading magazines.  She seemed to be amused at something; she kept smiling
to herself, then glancing surreptitiously up at me and back to her
magazine, smiling again.

   The third time she did this, my curiosity piqued, I asked, "What?" She
blushed deeply, and continued smiling to herself as she read, before
replying, still looking at the magazine, "I was just thinking how... 
'thirsty'...  I was getting- I was just wondering if you're ready to let me
have a...  'drink'...  yet ."

   At my smiling response we got up, and she led me into the living room,
pausing at the hall linen closet to grab a towel, then she sat on the sofa,
positioning me to stand in front of her.  She spread the towel out on the
floor right beneath where she was sitting.  As she opened it, she said "I
don't know if you noticed, but we made quite a wet spot on your carpet last
night- if we keep on doing that, Dad'll notice sooner or later." She paused
and looked up at me as if assessing me, then looked back down, thinking,
then continued.  "Sometimes with Liz when she would do me and I would have
a really big come, it would get really wet, it seemed like the whole bed
would be soaked...  I used to be embarrassed about it, because it never
happened with her...  I thought maybe there was something wrong with me-
but it only happens when it's really good, so that can't be bad, can it? 
But anyway we better take precautions...  because YOU'RE going to do ME
with your mouth again after I'm done with you, and if it's as good as last
night again, there might be a flood!"

   As she spoke the last sentence she undid my belt, and started sliding my
pants down.  Of course I was already fully erect, my hardon straining
against my underwear.  Cathy deftly slid that down, allowing my swollen
erection to spring free, hanging inches in front of her face.  She paused
and looked up at me, and, taking advantage of my readiness, asked "So, do
we have a deal?  Will you do me with your mouth again?"

   At my eager assent she paused, contemplating my erection for an
additional moment as if admiring it, then did her usual preparatory
swelling strokes, leaving it an angry red, it's skin stretched shiny-tight.

   She sat up on the edge of the sofa with her legs spread, and guided me
to be standing between them, my cock brushing her soft cheek.  She took it
with the fingertips of her right hand at its base, and guided it towards
her mouth.  "It's so big to suck in my mouth, I thought I'd try something
else and see if it does the trick." She then pointed it up, leaned forward,
and slowly licked it along the underside from its base up to the head, and
over the tip, as if it was a big lollypop.  She followed this long lick
with pulling the skin up along its shaft and back down, followed by another
long lick.

   She continued licking up my erection, being careful to cover its sides
and top, as well as its bottom, and jacking it a single stroke between
licks.  It was heaven; I had never felt a more stimulating sensation on my
cock- an indescribably mix of softness, wetness, tickling, slightly raspy
rubbing...  I quickly started oozing cream, which added to the saliva her
wet mouth was leaving coating my shaft, so that her hand started sliding as
she rubbed it up and down my erection, with a wet, sticky sound.  After
each lick an arc of thick come-juice trailed from the tip of my rod to her
tongue, sometimes trailing down to catch on her chin when she leaned
forward again, and sometimes it broke, dripping down to the waiting towel
on the floor.

   After maybe five or ten minutes of this I was about to come; I warned
Cathy, but instead of taking the tip of my cock between her lips to drink
my come like she did yesterday, she immediately stopped her motions, let go
of my erection, and leaned back on the sofa.  She then reached a hand down
between her spread legs, where her short skirt did nothing to conceal her
pantieless genitals, now puffy , pink, and spread with her arousal, and
started absently lightly tickling her clit, as she admired the results of
her handiwork.

   I was standing in front of her in my t-shirt, my pants and underwear in
a bundle around my feet; my nearly-coming hardon was huge, swollen to its
maximum by her inspired mouth- and hand-work, an angry red; its head shone
from its skin being stretched so tight in arousal,and from being coated
with our combined fluids, as indeed its whole thick shaft was down to my
balls; a thick ribbon of cream dangled from its tip down to the floor,
quivering slightly as my erection bounced with my pulse, and from the
larger bounce of the occasional uncontrollable throb that surged through
it, betraying its closeness to orgasm.

   To be so close to coming and then suddenly have all stimulation removed
left me hanging in a big way.  My pulse was pounding, and I was panting; my
rock-hard erection hanging heavily in front of me felt red-hot as it
twitched spasmodically, right on the edge of coming...  I could feel the
juices churning in my balls and groin as they surged, pooling, almost ready
to ejaculate.

   The nastiness of the spectacle we were presenting, me standing
shamelessly with my huge near-coming hardon right in front of Cathy, who
was still tickling her pussy and enjoying her view of my condition with a
lustful gleam in her eyes, was itself almost enough to send me over the
top, and release the thick flow of pent-up juices that had been building in
me to spurt out all over Cathy and onto the towel she had put there; but
gradually, in the absence of any stimulation on my eager prick, the
impending orgasm slowly subsided.  I felt very hot and aroused, but in no
danger of coming; and Cathy, evidently noticing my orgasm receding, asked,
"Are you ready for some more?"

   Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward so that she was again
sitting on the edge of the sofa, and resumed the licking/jacking she had
been doing on my cock, while continuing to do herself.  She kept it up this
time for only a few minutes before I again warned her that I was about to
come; and she again layed back on the sofa and watched my erection
throbbing, continuing to finger herself, while my orgasm again receded.

   She was looking flushed and breathing hard, as of course I was, both
from the excitement of doing me and her own masturbation, and only about
twenty seconds after she sat back she breathed," Kneel down and put your
finger in me; I'm going to come." She was lying back, her legs spread wide
apart, her eyes closed to slits as she picked up the pace of her hand on
her clit; I quickly knelt and put my right index finger in her pussy; and
just as I was inserting it, she sighed deeply, and I felt the walls of her
pussy clamp down on my finger, over and over, as she came.

   She continued to lie there with her eyes closed, recovering for a few
moments; then slowly opened them and looked at me, sighed deeply, and asked
again, "Are you ready for some more now?" I stood up, trailing a thick
ribbon of cream from the tip of my hardon to the towel below; she leaned
forward, and touched her finger to the head of my cock, catching the
semen-string, and guided it to the towel, then started in on me again.  I
noticed she resumed doing herself again, too.

   I had barely recovered my equilibrium, since feeling her come had been
incredibly arousing; I had almost come myself in sympathy, and only
recovered myself slightly while she had rested; so when she started in
again I was close to orgasm almost immediately.  I warned her, and she
stopped her licking, but kept her hand on my cock, and gave it a long,
slow, powerful stroke along its full length.  She watched intently as her
action squeezed out a large bead of cream, which immediately began dripping
towards the floor.  "It makes me so hot to see you so big and hard and
turned on", she purred, then, still holding my hardon around its middle,
she suddenly closed her eyes and said urgently, "Oh!...  I'm coming again".

   I watched her body quiver as she again succumbed to orgasm, rubbing her
pussy feverishly, gradually slowing as she finished.  She opened her eyes
and looked at my erection, and without preamble resumed licking it, faster
this time, without any jacking movements.  She licked it hard and fast
along its full length with a little extra swirl around its head, over and
over, steadying it with her free hand, her other continuing to jack herself
off.  I could feel an orgasm building again, but this time when I told her,
she just sped up her movements.

   My hardon was burning, hard as concrete, swollen deep red, as my balls
tightened up and I crossed the point of no return into orgasm.  I felt my
knees grow weak as that familiar paralysis swept through my body, my cock
stiffened even more, and then started to bounce as my whole groin tightened
over and over, sending thick stream after thick stream of come spurted
through my urethra.  It felt so incredibly good to have that huge volume of
fluid jetting uncontrollably through my erection as I came.  When she felt
me start to come, Cathy held her tongue tightly under my cockhead and held
her mouth wide opened, and jet after jet of come shot into her mouth.  Her
mouth was about a half-inch from the tip of my dick, so I could see each
spurt shooting into her mouth.  She sputtered a little; but now that she
knew what to expect from her previous experiments, she handled it well,
managing to swallow it all, only a few trickles running down her chin. 
Again she had made me come so hard I almost blacked out, and I had to
struggle to remain standing through it all.

   As the jets of semen gradually diminished to a pulsing trickle she
clamped her mouth onto my cockhead and sucked the last bit of my ejaculate
into her mouth, until my orgasm subsided entirely.  I sighed loudly,
completely overcome by the intensity of the pleasure Cathy had wrung from
me.  As my eyes opened I noticed from the trembling of her torso that she
was coming yet again; this time when it subsided she removed her hand from
between her legs and lay back, obviously very satisfied.  I collapsed onto
the sofa next to her.

   We both leaned back in a post-orgasmic stupor for a few minutes; then
Cathy pulled the hem of her short skirt up, displaying her very wet,
swollen pussy, and said "Okay, now it's your turn...  and judging from how
much of a "drink" you fed me, you owe me big!" A bit surprised, I asked her
if she could come again after already coming so many times- she replied
"Oh, those were little ones- I can do that over and over; but I can feel
one of my big ones close...  and all I need is a little help to get to it!"

   I knelt between her legs as I had yesterday, but this time I stuck my
tongue straight out as far as I could and buried it in her pussy hole up to
my cheeks.  I wiggled my tongue as strongly as I could inside the mouth of
her pussy, moving my whole face side to side slightly, nuzzling my lips and
cheeks inside her pussy-lips.  She said "Oh!" and spread her legs as widely
as she could, pushing her cunt up into my face.

   Then I ran my tongue up from her pussy along the inside of her slit up
to her clit, licking it back and forth for a few seconds, then back down to
her pussy, again sticking it in as far as I could.  She was very wet from
her previous orgasms and her lips were swollen wide apart, so I felt as if
I could bury my whole face inside her.  She kept pushing her pelvis up
against me as I licked her, thrusting it to aid my efforts.

   I continued like this for several minutes, encouraged by her moans and
the soft, surprised-sounding "Oh!"s that escaped her lips from time to
time; she was teaching me involuntarily what she liked by how she
responded, and I was careful to do what she seemed to like the best.  She
was now pushing her crotch back and forth unconsciously in a fucking motion
as she became lost in her arousal; as I licked and sucked on various parts
of her cunt following her responses to my actions she became more vocal,
now moaning "Oh!" on each outbreath, panting as she inhaled to moan again;
her thrusting was getting more and more insistent; and intuitively as I
imagined she was approaching orgasm I slipped two fingers inside her pussy
while I licked her clit in long, firm strokes, fucking her with my hand
while I licked her; and finally, as her "Oh!"s reached a crescendo, she
came.

   The inside of her pussy had expanded cavernously while I fingered her,
until it suddenly contracted spastically, gripping my fingers, hard.  At
the same time I felt her throw her head back and a throaty, animal-like
sound I had never heard began deep in her throat; her pussy opened again,
but not nearly as much as before, and again suddenly clamped down hard on
my hand, and this repeated, over and over, as she came, hard.

   She was getting very wet, too; I couldn't tell where it was coming from,
but on each of the first few hard contractions a fragrant fluid was being
forced out of her, just as she had mentioned to me before; it was like she
was coming somehow like a man comes.

   Her whole pelvis was quivering, her legs tightened forcefully, and I
could feel each contraction of her orgasm grip her entire body.  She
continued her strange moan, punctuating it each time her body throbbed and
I felt her cunt clamping down on my hand.  The fluids of her orgasm ran
down the inside of her thighs and her ass, dripping down onto the waiting
towel.  She would have soaked the sofa, but her thrusting had left her
crotch hanging well out away from the edge.

   I can't tell how long she came; it was a timeless event that seemed to
never end.  We were both transported into the most primeval sexual ritual
imaginable, our whole beings singlemindedly devoted to giving and receiving
pleasure on the most primitive, basic, instinctual level.

   When finally her orgasm began to wane, I felt as if I was emerging from
a trance.  Her pussy was throbbing around my hand now weakly and
irregularly, then only occasional throbs washed through it, punctuated by
deliberate squeezes as Cathy tried to maximize and prolong her ecstasy. 
She had stopped her throaty crying, and finally heaved a deep sigh as I
felt her body relax back completely, totally satisfied and drained by
coming so thoroughly.

   I left my fingers buried inside her, and rested my head on her soaked
pubic hair while we recovered ourselves.  I felt limp; drained; liberated;
I felt as if my life was whole and complete.

   8.

   The next week or so we spent making each other come with our mouths,
sometimes twice a day.  Cathy took regularly now to doing herself while she
did me, so she was coming maybe six to ten times a day- I could easily
muster twice, and could have done more, but it was much better when I
waited a while between times to build up more fluids.

   It was the high point of our day; we didn't talk about it between times,
but Cathy seemed to come up with new ideas about how to do it almost every
day, so she must have been thinking about it.  One time she had me kneel
over her chest while she lay on her back, my legs spread over her, my
cockhead just at her mouth.  She used a pillow to put her head at a good
angle, but even so that time when I came it squirted all over her face and
hair.  She managed to swallow some of it but the angle was all wrong.  I
think that time she happened to be coming just when my orgasm began, so
that may have distracted her, too.

   Another time she had us lie down next to each other, but backwards, so
that her pussy was near my mouth and my erection was near hers, and we
tried doing each other at the same time like that.  It was good; we came
almost at the same time, but we agreed we preferred taking turns- it was
more fun to concentrate wholeheartedly on getting done, or doing it.  We
could be a lot more controlled that way, making each other last as long as
we could, to build up the biggest orgasm possible.

   One night she knelt straddling my face, with her pussy right on my
mouth. That was great; I made her come three times, the third time one of
her drenching supercomes.  It was amazing; she was panting,and thrusting
her pelvis slightly into my face as I sucked on her inner cunt-lips, hard,
while licking her clit fast; all of a sudden my mouth was full of her come,
and it was running down my cheeks!  That time I was the one trying to
swallow several mouthfuls; I could appreciate how it was for Cathy when I
came!

   Three times that week she had one of her big ones.  We knew to always
use a towel now in case she did, and it's a good thing, because when we
needed it we really needed it.  She could come a much bigger load of juices
than I could when it was right, and wherever we were positioned would've
gotten soaked, unless we took the precautions we did.  She told me that she
was having them much more often than she ever had before; she had
apparently only had a few when she was being done by her friend Liz, to the
surprise of both of them, but it turned out that the combination of my
tongue on her clit while I finger-fucked her was the magic combination. 
She said when she came like that it was the best, most satisfying feeling
she had ever had; she felt completely purged, drained, fulfilled in the
most basic way imaginable.

   After we discovered that position, we usually did it with her kneeling
over me when it was her turn; she said that was the best for her.  It was
very sexy for me too; even when she didn't have one of her big ones, my
face would be drenched by the time we were done.  I loved the taste of her,
and having her all over me was ecstasy.

   She regularly came into my bed after we had turned in, and we either
used our mouths again, or she jacked me off, invariably drinking my come at
the end.  I usually sucked on her, since she liked it so much.

   We were living a double life; around our father, and during most of the
day, we lived as brother and sister, joking around, teasing, and having fun
in the most normal way- but when we had one of our sex sessions, we
transformed into orgasm addicts, working intently and singlemindedly to
make each other come as long, and as hard, as possible.  Neither of us, at
least I know I hadn't, had ever experienced pleasure so intense and
satisfying as we had stumbled into giving each other; and we were addicted,
consumed by the lust for more and more intense orgasms.  I know now that
the similar intensity of our appetites was probably due to our heritage;
I've learned since that not all women are as sexually driven as Cathy was,
and I matched her perfectly.  I think we got it from our Mother; I gather
from things Cathy said about her that she must have been strongly driven in
that area, as we seemed to be.

   One afternoon, we were lying on my bed, recuperating from a particularly
nice session, Cathy absentmindedly fondling my semi-hard dick, when she
said, "I've been thinking- it might be fun to invite your friend Greg over
to join in on one of our sessions...  I think it might be really good be
done by two people at once- we could each take turns getting done by the
other two...  Do you think he might go for it?"

   I had mixed feelings about her suggestion; on the one hand I was jealous
at the thought of sharing Cathy with anyone else, and apprehensive about
mixing my taboo same-sex experiments with my recently-found heterosexual
bliss; but on the other, the thought of an additional participant on our
lewd activities was exciting- and I had had some excellent orgasms with
Greg, too.

   We discussed it and agreed that the best strategy was to have Greg over
and spring it on him, rather than let him know in advance what we were
thinking of, in case he got cold feet.  He didn't know that my sister was
living here or certainly what we were up to, and we thought it might be a
lot for him to swallow (no pun intended!).  So I called him and invited him
to come over the following afternoon, implying that we would jack each
other off like usual; my father would be at work, so we could pursue our
intentions without fear of discovery.

   The next day the doorbell rang at one o'clock, and we set our plan in
motion.  We had agreed that Cathy would hide until I got "started" with
Greg, then she would come in and join in, when he would be less inclined to
resist.  So she went up to her room and closed the door, while I greeted
Greg as I usually did, eventually leading him to my room.

   I closed the door, being careful not to latch it fully so Cathy could
come in soundlessly, and started to take my pants off.  Greg followed suit,
and soon we were both standing there in our t-shirts, with our hardons
projecting out in front of us.  I was particularly excited at the
anticipation of what was to come, and my erection reflected my excitement;
Greg noticed it, and said, "Wow!  Looks like you're really ready!  You're
not usually that big until you're about to come!".

   I reminded him about the "stretching" stroke that I had said I'd
discovered; he told me he'd remembered it & used it every day.  I turned to
be facing him, and reached my right hand out, encircled the base of his
shaft with my thumb and forefinger, and gave it the slow, forceful
squeezing stroke.  He softly sighed "Ah..." in familiar anticipation as my
hand touched his genitals, and we both watched his cockhead swell
menacingly as I put pressure on it; I repeated the stroke a few dozen more
times, and stopped to admire my handiwork.  His erection had swelled
considerably, and was now a deep red color, its skin stretched shiny-tight.
"It looks like you're ready now", I said, and indicated that he should lie
on the bed, and we'd do him first.

   He layed down on his back and I grasped his hardon, and started jacking
it slowly.  Now was the time to enact our plan, I judged, so I said to him,
"Why don't you close your eyes and just lie back and concentrate on the
feeling, and I'll do you." He acquiesced, putting his hands behind his
head, and closing his eyes.

   This was the cue Cathy and I agreed on; if she was watching us through
the keyhole as we planned, she was supposed to come in to the room quietly
as soon as his eyes were closed; and sure enough, the door opened without a
sound and she entered, almost closing it behind her.

   Her trim body was covered by only a skimpy bra and lace bikini panties,
and otherwise was completely naked.  She tiptoed over to the side of the
bed across from me and knelt down, while I continued to do him.  Then came
the moment of crisis; she reached out a hand, and started to lightly stroke
the head of his swollen cock with her fingertips.

   At first Greg must have thought it was me doing it; but then, something
about it must have seemed different, so he opened his eyes.  "Hey!" he
exclaimed, but I cut him off immediately and told him to just lie back,
explaining that she was my sister, and she wanted to do him with me, if it
was ok with him.  Of course her expert work on his cock-head while he
absorbed the information helped him come to the decision to go along with
our program.

   While we continued to do him, we explained how Cathy was visiting, and
how we did it with each other all the time, and how she had been hiding in
the closet watching us the last time he had been over, and how much she had
enjoyed the show, and wanted to participate with us.  Greg was obviously
adjusting to the surprise we had forced on him, and clearly seemed to like
the idea of having a girl to join in our activities.

   We stopped jacking him, and all three of us sat on the bed, us boys with
our very firm erections projecting up from our laps, and Cathy in her
skimpy underwear.  Greg was making a half-hearted effort to conceal his
hardon behind his arm, but I knew he would feel more comfortable with us
after a few orgasms had happened, and he saw how enthusiastic Cathy was
with sex.

   Cathy reached over and started slowly stroking both our cocks to keep
our interest up, one in each hand, while she opened discussion of what we
should do next.  Greg was clearly very turned on at this scene; I knew he
had never been with a girl before, and I could tell he was in danger of
coming soon with Cathy's hand on his cock.  I nodded to Cathy, indicating
his condition; he had started creaming heavily and was swollen rock-hard,
and as she noticed these signs she suggested we should take turns doing
each other, and that they should do me first.  She knew I could last, and
that we could get more mileage out of Greg if he didn't come so soon.

   Greg agreed enthusiastically, so I was layed back on the bed, with one
of them sitting on either side of me.  They both started to feel me up,
running their hands over my erection and balls; it was very hot, they were
each obviously encouraged by watching what the other was doing, and they
took their time languidly torturing me with slow, gentle tickling and light
stroking, that had me starting to cream in a few minutes.

   They were talking about my prick between themselves as they did me, as
if I was some object they were investigating; Cathy had broken the ice by
telling him how much she enjoyed how big I was, and Greg agreed, saying how
nasty my bigger erection felt in his hand when he jacked me off, and they
went on from there.  As they chatted about my equipment and how it was
responding to what they were doing, they were coordinating their efforts
wonderfully, and were becoming quite a team.  For example Cathy said, "Go
down a little further, while I do his head...  try it a little lighter";
then a little later, "Look how much he creams when you squeeze him there-
Do it again! ...Not too much, I think he's getting close."

   They were encouraging each other to be much more creative than I had
ever known either of them to be before.  Greg was firmly massaging the hard
bulge below my balls with one hand, while jacking around the rim of my
cockhead with the thumb and index finger of his other, while Cathy had one
hand around the base of my shaft and was squeezing it rhythmically, while
softly exploring my balls with the fingertips of her other hand.

   It was heaven; being done in so many ways, I was incredibly turned on;
cream was flowing in a thick, steady stream from my cockhead, coating its
shaft, my balls, and all four of their hands, causing a wide range of
squishy sounds as the rubbed, squoze, and stroked different parts of my
dick as they masturbated me.  I could feel a massive orgasm building; I
warned them, and at Cathy's direction they stopped their motions and just
held my genitals.

   I suggested that since they had brought me so close it would be easy to
get me back there again, so why didn't we do Greg far a while; he and I
switched places, and Cathy and I started in on him.

   We gave him a similar treatment as they gave me; when his cock started
throbbing involuntarily we stopped, and switched places again, Cathy
removing her bra and panties, and greg and I started exploring her.  I
showed Greg what kind of things she liked, and he was delighted when she
came under our touch in only a few minutes; I guess she WAS very excited by
our experiment.  I had explained how she could come over and over, and he
had thought that was wonderful; then in only a few minutes, he had his
first experience of a girl coming.

   We had thoroughly explored her genitals, running our fingers up and down
her slit, around all the folds of her inner lips, around her clit; I pulled
back its hood, showing him its little button, then showed him how she liked
it jacked off; and of course we both had our fingers deep in her cunt,
thoroughly exploring its shape and many textures.  We both had a finger
inside her at the same time feeling the sides of her cunt while I jacked
her clit and Greg was stroking between her lips between her clit and pussy
when she came the first time.  We were both very aroused at doing her
together, our erections were both very hard, red, and freshly wet as we
creamed with our enjoyment of her pussy; she was lying with her head thrown
back, panting and sighing, her cunt expanded to a cavernous cavity that our
fingers were exploring.  I was just telling him how her cunt opened like
this deeply when she was close to coming, when all of a sudden her pussy
clamped down hard on our exploring fingers as she came.

   Our fingers were squeezed again and again by the spasmodic contractions
of her orgasm; I told Greg to keep rubbing her until she was done, so that
she would come longer.  He was wide eyed, clearly on the brink of coming
himself with the intense eroticism of feeling a woman's cunt coming for the
first time.

   Cathy came for maybe fifteen seconds, then lay back for a minute
recovering; until I said, "I think Greg's close- feeling you come was the
last straw for him; let's finish him off."

   She and Greg switched places, and I took his shaft in my hand.  He was
rock-hard, soaked with cream, and he let out an involuntary moan as soon as
he felt my touch on his erection.  Cathy started tickling his balls, and as
I started to jack him off, she leaned forward and took the head of his cock
in her mouth.  Being considerably smaller than mine, she could easily get
her mouth around it, and she started bobbing her head up and down on it,
making a loud slurpy sucking sound.

   That did it- I felt the pulses of his shaft in my hand as he started
coming, his cock straining, bouncing hard as each violent contraction of
orgasm shook him, sending streams of semen squirting through his cock into
Cathy's waiting mouth.  She sputtered slightly as the first stream of come
shot into her mouth, but quickly regained control, using the experience
that she had gained from all our recent oral practice.  She kept bobbing
her head on his cock as he came, while I jacked his shaft and pushed hard
on the hard bulge between his legs below his balls.

   I couldn't see how much he came, since Cathy swallowed all but a few
dribbles of it as it filled her mouth, but I could feel jerk after jerk of
orgasm grip his body, over and over; I don't think I ever saw him come
harder.  His entire body shook with each spasm, his legs and torso jerking
as they were wracked by each strong contraction.

   It seemed to go on forever; then finally the intensity of the throbbing
of his cock in my hand gradually diminished, but continued for many more
softer pulses, before finally dwindling to a few random throbs as his
orgasm faded.  Cathy raised her mouth from his cock, licking her lips, and
said throatily, "Wow!  Quite a mouthful!  Do you always come so hard?"

   Greg was passed out on the bed, lost in post-orgasmic ecstasy.  He was
drenched in sweat, but now his cock, that had been displaying such urgent
arousal since we started, was relaxing along his wet thigh.  Cathy and I
had our hands on each other's genitals while we waited for him to recover,
rubbing each other's wetnesses languidly.

   Greg eventually opened his eyes, and Cathy suggested they do me next.  I
lay down gladly, my erection, thickly swollen, dripping, and beet-red,
sticking straight up towards the roof.  They repeated what Cathy and I had
done on Greg, except since Cathy couldn't get her mouth completely around
my larger cock, she licked at its head and sucked its tip while he jacked
me off.  He was using both hands on my shaft while she used her mouth; it
was so intense, after so much eroticism, that I knew I wouldn't last long.

   I could feel my hardon growing painfully swollen and my balls tightening
as the fluids surged in my groin, pooling for their impending ejaculation.
I was panting, trying to hold back, but it was no use; I felt my body
stiffening and that familiar burning-tingling radiating from my extremities
in towards my midsection, then a flash of light went off in my head and I
was coming.

   My erection swelled and tightened powerfully as the first jet of semen
surged through it into Cathy's waiting mouth, and it continued bouncing in
their hands with each subsequent orgasmic contraction.  I felt the come
surging through my shaft in thick jet after thick jet; it was heaven.  I
could feel that I was really giving Cathy a flood, but she handled it well,
being prepared since the signs of my impending orgasm were so clear in my
highly-aroused genitals.

   I was completely lost in orgasm; I think my head was thrown back and I
was thrusting my cock forward as each powerful contraction seized my body,
but I was mostly unconscious of my surroundings, being totally possessed by
the primitive grip of primeval sexuality, the urge to shoot as much semen
as I could into Cathy.  I think she was as eager to receive it as I was to
ejaculate it; as I recall her eyes were closed, and her face was twisted up
in a passionate grimace as she sucked desperately on my erection as if it
was a huge straw feeding her the most essential nutrients for her survival.

   Gradually my orgasm lessened in its intensity, until only a few random
weak pulses, like afterthoughts of the storm that had surged through my
groin, gripped mildly at my erection, and then it was over.  Cathy
continued sucking for a few moments as if to be sure she had gotten it all,
then raised her head and said, "Jesus!  Between the two of you I feel like
I drank about a quart of come!  That was great!...  but now it's MY turn!"

   Cathy and I switched places, scooting her down so her ass was hanging
off the bed, her toes resting on the floor, her legs spread.  there was
already a towel on the bed, but I put another under her on the floor, in
case.  Greg and I both got on the floor and knelt between her legs; she put
one leg over each of our shoulders to accommodate us.

   I helped Greg get two fingers inside her and showed him what she liked,
then I went to work on her clit, licking it, sucking it, and nibbling all
around the top of her slit.

   We had Cathy writhing with a few moments of this, and sure enough she
had her second come of the afternoon in just a few minutes.  It was a good,
hard one, not one of her big ones, but long and strong.  I could feel her
pussy clenching and releasing under my mouth as she came, and I'm sure Greg
was getting an "inside view" of her orgasm.  She gasped at us to keep
going, so when she recovered we started pouring it on, trying to stimulate
her pussy as excitingly as we could.

   Within a few minutes she was panting again, and her skin was shiny with
a film of sweat.  Her slit was drenched in her juices and my saliva, and
her legs were starting to twitch spastically.  I could sense that she was
going to have one of her big ones, so I started really pouring it on, and
Greg seemed to follow suit.

   She was making little desperate sighs with each outbreath, and they were
beginning to get more throaty and despairing; I knew she was close.  Then
she started to make that eerie guttural moan, and I knew she was coming.

   And it WAS one of her big ones; her whole body was bucking as she came,
her pussy contracting in violently strong, rhythmic pulsations; my face was
soaked, and juice was dripping down her ass onto the waiting towel as she
continued coming.  It was a very hard, long orgasm, and it was intensely
hot to feel her coming so strongly under my mouth.

   As it began to subside, Greg said "Damn!".  I could see he was
incredibly excited by the intensely erotic spectacle he had just witnessed,
his cock was rock-hard and dripping again; mine was too, even though I had
just come; it was such a turn-on to make Cathy come so hard.

   As she came around and saw the state we were in again, she sat us both
side-by-side on the bed, knelt down on the floor, and started jerking us
both off again, one with each hand.  She did it fast and hard, evidently
intending to make sure we each came again.  Greg and I leaned back and let
her do us, and I suggested we try to come at the same time if we could; he
grinned assent.

   In only a few minutes I felt my juices surging, and told him I was ready
to come soon.  He said, "Me too", and I started a countdown.  "Ten, nine,
eight, seven..." When I hit three he started coming, and I followed suit at
"one".  Neither of us came as hard as we had previously of course, but it
felt great, coming with Cathy's hand on my hardon, and we each shot
respectable loads that jetted several inches in the air before falling back
on our erections and Cathy's hands.

   She kept up her stroking until we were completely finished, hoping to
extend our orgasms as much as she could.  We all three then sat back with
satisfied grins on our faces, and chatted languidly about our orgy.

   "Man, that was incredible!  Cathy, that was so cool having you do all
that stuff, both of you, I never came so hard!  And in your mouth, too! 
Damn!" "That was hot" I agreed,"it's amazing getting done by two people."
"I really liked getting both of you to come in my mouth" added Cathy, "It
was great getting to feel two big ones coming, and getting to drink them,
one right after the other- You guys must have fed me a quart of come!  It
made me so hot I almost came while I was doing you- but then you guys took
care of that very nicely when you did me!" Greg looked at me and said, "it
was cool to do you with Cathy- it takes two people to do you well, you're
cock is so big!" "Yeah, that was really good," agreed Cathy, "but I was
really glad to get to do one I could actually fit in my mouth...  I felt
like I could do a better job" Greg grinned, adding "Damn, that was just
incredible!  The feeling of my dick in your mouth...  Damn!"

   We cleaned up ourselves and the room, and went downstairs for a soda. 
Eventually Greg left, and we continued with our afternoon with a very
satisfied ease.

   9.

   Summer was drawing to a close, and for reasons having to do with our
Mother's situation it was decided that Cathy should spend at least the fall
here with us, and perhaps the winter too, and maybe on indefinitely.

   I was of course overjoyed to hear the news when Dad told us; my sex life
had become the central focus of my life, and of course Cathy WAS my sex
life.  The remainder of the summer had continued on along the lines I have
described; Greg became an occasional associate in out activities, but with
his much busier schedule than ours, we were on our own most days; but of
course we managed to rise to the occasion without him, and continued to
singlemindedly explore ways of helping each other come harder.

   With our new school schedule and homework and all, our daily sessions
diminished to usually a quickie most days, with a thorough extended session
a couple of times a week.  For example, one morning before school Cathy
heard me peeing in the bathroom, and she came in and held my cock while I
finished, squeezing out the last few drops of urine; of course I was hard
by then, so she jacked me off quickly standing there over the toilet, which
caught my spurting load when I came; we then hurried down to breakfast,
only a couple of minutes behind schedule.

   Our father was a little more vigilant over our evening activities than
he had been during the summer, trying to make sure we were on top of our
homework and all, but we discovered that Cathy could use a lot of "help
with her homework"; so I would go into her room and sit right next to her
at her desk as if we were in consultation; but of course our hands were
otherwise engaged.  Since we were in the appropriate position to appear be
doing our supposed activity, we just had to move our hands if we heard the
door opening, and all looked fine if Dad checked in on us.  Of course we
had to be careful to have nothing showing that couldn't be quickly
concealed; fortunately her desk didn't have a center drawer over its
footwell, so there was plenty of height under the top to tuck my exposed
erection into in a hurry.

   Usually we were pretty lucky and he didn't check on us at the wrong
time, but once I was just about to come when we heard the door opening. 
Cathy new I was just coming, but skillfully aimed my erection into the
footwell as we leaned forward up against the desk hiding it, and she even
continued to jack me off as I came on the floor while he talked to us.

   Then several times a week we found time for a full length sex session,
getting to spend an hour or two making each other as hot as possible,
resulting in our mutually-explosive orgasms.  Dad had a regular meeting
every Thursday night, and we were at it right after dinner once he left. 
He was gone for about three hours, so there was plenty of time for whatever
we wanted to do, no matter how involved.

   By now we had a very full repertoire of ways of making each other come;
nothing was taboo between us, we tried out whatever we could think of. 
Only one act was forbidden, and that was putting my dick inside her pussy.
We talked about it at times, but we both knew that that was more than we
dared handle; if she should get pregnant by her brother, there would be
hell to pay.

   Then one day a friend of mine was showing off how he had a bunch of
rubbers; a lightbulb went off in my head, and I got him to sell me a few.
That night while I "helped Cathy with her homework", and we each helped the
other come, I told her about what I'd gotten, and asked her if she thought
it would be ok to try it out using one.  She responded, "I don't know... 
Do you think it'd be safe?  I guess those things are supposed to work
pretty good...  God, I'd love to try, if only we could be sure that it
would be safe."

   That was wednesday.  The next evening was Thursday, and she agreed to
try out the rubber then.

   As soon as our father walked out the front door we both ran up the
stairs, into my room, and ripped our clothes off.  I was already hard as a
rock in anticipation of what we planned to do, and Cathy seemed excited
too, and a bit nervous.  As we looked at the rubber and took it out of its
package, she was chattering nervously "It's supposed to hurt a bit on the
first time...  and you're so big!  I hope it works ok...  I can't wait to
feel you coming inside me!"

   We got it unwrapped and I worked at getting it on my erection.  It just
unrolled over it- it was quite tight; I wondered if they made larger ones;
but finally I got it on ok.  It only covered the first two-thirds of my
hardon, but I imagined that would be ok, I was doubtful if more than that
would fit inside her.  I was extremely excited; my erection was swollen
fully, stretching the condom wrapped around it very tightly.  It looked
bigger than ever with the shiny stretched condom sheathing it.

   Cathy lay back on the bed with her legs spread, and I knelt in between
them, and pushed my hardon towards her pussy.  She grasped its shaft and
guided it to where it belonged; neither of us knew what to expect, so we
were moving slowly and tentatively.

   My cockhead came up against the mouth of her cunt, and we slowly pushed
to try to get it to enter her; but it wouldn't go in other than a tiny bit.
We tried several more pushes, but without much better results.  "Just a
sec..." Cathy said, and reached for the jar of vaseline that we kept in my
bedside table.  We used a bit of it occasionally when we jacked each other
off; the slippery feeling was great sometimes.  She scooped out a generous
dab of the stuff and reached down, putting it on herself around her hole.
"Try now", she directed.

   I pushed my cock again against her cunt, and felt it slip in slightly.
Cathy gasped, and said "Wait...  let me relax...".  In a moment she said
"Ok", so I pushed again.  A little bit more squeezed into her.  She said,
"Again!" Another push got a little bit more in her.  I could feel my whole
cockhead inside her tight pussy.  It felt like heaven, her very tight cunt
squeezing firmly all around my swollen cockhead: the whole experience was
so exciting, I was close to coming.

   "Oh!", she muttered; I asked her if she was ok, and she said it kind of
hurt a little, but felt strange and incredible; she thought she'd really
like it once she got used to it.  I told her how incredible it felt to me,
and that I was close to coming.  We agreed to wait like we were a minute so
I wouldn't come and she could relax and get used to it.

   We lay like that, the head of my rock-hard erection throbbing in her
pussy, for a minute, and then she said, "Try a little more." I pushed
firmly but gently, and another inch slid into her, a bit more easily now
that I had gotten the opening stretched out a bit.  "Oh my..." she said as
she felt my size sliding into her.  "You're so big!  I feel very stretched
out...  it feels amazing!" She was getting a wild, dazed look in her eyes.
"Try a little more now." Again I pushed gently, and another inch and a half
or so slid into her stretched cunt.  "Oh!" she said now, a bit more
urgently.  Again I asked if she was ok.  "Oh, yes!  It feels intense, but
it's so hot to feel so filled up and stretched out...  I think I'm going to
be ok doing this..." She added, "Don't give me any more yet...  Why don't
you try moving it in and out a bit?"

   I gently experimented pulling it out a bit and back in.  It slid in and
out of her tightly gripping cunt smoothly, but stiffly, it was being
squeezed so tightly.  The vaseline helped a lot, and I think she was
getting wet too.  "Oh!  Keep going...  gently, gently..." I repeated
pumping it slowly in and out an inch or so; but again I felt an orgasm
building under the exquisite sensations of being inside her, having my
hardon rubbed by her firmly gripping cunt; I told her, "I'm almost
coming..." She said, "wait then...", but it was too late.  I felt my orgasm
surging up, then my body gripped in the contractions of ejaculation as I
came inside her.  I must have unconsciously pushed my hardon much further
inside her as I came, for she cried out, "Oh!  Too much!  Too much!" Then
as she felt an erection throbbing in orgasm inside her for the first time,
shooting jet after jet of warm semen into her cunt, she moaned
victoriously, "Ahh...  Ahh...  Ah!"

   As my orgasm subsided I collapsed down onto her; after I recovered
myself, we carefully pulled my deflating cock out.  I asked her if she was
ok, or if I had hurt her.  "Well, it's a little sore now, but it was
amazing feeling you coming inside- I think I'm going to like this a lot! 
Even though it hurt a bit, I almost came when I felt you come inside me!" I
asked her if she'd like a "kiss" now, and she answered, "Oh, yes!...  just
stay away from where I'm sore."

   I shifted myself down between her spread legs, and started licking
around her clit; she gasped immediately, and in only a few minutes she
started coming.  It was a hard come, not one of her "big ones", but almost;
her entire body shook with the spasms of her orgasmic contractions as her
pussy tightened repeatedly under my mouth.

   When it was over, we talked excitedly about this new phase of our sexual
experiments with each other.  She suggested I get a lot more rubbers, and
we'd work on getting as good at this as we were our other techniques.  She
speculated that she was going to have huge orgasms doing it, since it felt
so fulfilling to be filled up by my big cock.  We chatted on
enthusiastically as we cleaned ourselves up, removed the towel I had put
under us in case, and straightened the bed, hiding all evidence of our
taboo activities from our father, in case he should look in later; we each
then went to do our homework like responsible teenage siblings should.

   10.

   The next day after school I arranged with our ride that I would be a few
minutes later than usual, and I stopped in at the drugstore down the block
from our highschool.  I was very nervous, but, screwing up my courage, I
mustered the nerve to ask for a big box of large sized condoms.  I didn't
know if they made them in different sizes, but I figured I'd ask in case
they did.  The clerk asked me if the particular brand they carried was
alright, and I ended up carrying two twelve-packs of large sized rubbers
discreetly hidden in a bag as I hurried back to meet my ride home.

   When I got home I showed my prize to Cathy; her eyes lit up, and she
smiled happily.  "I bet we'll be pretty good at it by the time we need
more," she said.

   This was friday, and we didn't necessarily have to do homework on
fridays, so our dad was pretty loose about checking up on us in the
evening. My sister and I were watching a movie on tv, when Dad poked his
head in the door and announced he was turning in, wishing us goodnight.  We
waited about twenty minutes, when Cathy demanded, a twinkle in her eye,
"Alright!  Get them out!  I think we ought to see how they fit, don't you?"
I grinned and led the way to my room, where I had the rubbers concealed in
my dresser under my shirts.

   We closed my bedroom door, and Cathy worked at getting one out of the
box and taking it out of its wrapper, while I took my pants off.  She sat
on the bed while I stood facing her.  I was already getting hard.  "We
better make it as big as we can, to make sure they fit ok" she teased,
starting her squeezing strokes on my erection, forcing blood into its head,
swelling it to its maximum size.

   After a few minutes of this she stopped, admiring her handiwork, and
said, "That's about as big as I've ever seen it!" My hardon was hard as a
rock, swollen a dark red, projecting out from my midsection like a log. 
Cathy took the condom and fitted it to the tip of my erection, and started
to unroll it.  "How's that feel?" she asked.  It unrolled onto my thick
shaft evenly, still quite tight, but not as constricting as the one we had
used the other day.  "Pretty good", I answered, "It seems to fit better
than the last one, but it's still tight." "That's because you're so big!"
she observed proudly.

   "I want to make you come in it, and see how it works." She started to
jack me off, exploring how the rubber moved with the skin on my shaft as
she slid her hand up and down it.  For some reason it was very exciting
watching my hardon enclosed in its smooth, shiny covering being done; the
rubber made my erection look so glassy, the veins and the thick projection
of the rim of its head smoothed out a bit, so it looked like a big sausage
than usual.

   after a few minutes of this Cathy reached down between her legs and
started to masturbate herself while she did me.  Her hand on my cock felt
strange through the stretched skin covering it, exciting in its difference
from what I was used to, and I could feel my juices flowing as I became
more aroused.  She noticed the little tip of the rubber beginning to fill
up from my creaming, and she stopped a minute to squeeze it with her
fingers, watching it squish around inside.

   I was getting very hot, and announced that I was going to come soon;
instead of pausing like she usually would to draw it out, she kept going,
slowing down a little, saying, "I can't wait to see how much you can fill
this thing up when you come...  and..  I THINK I'm going to...  come
too..."

   She was breathing hard, her eyes drifting down to little slits as she
approached orgasm, and seeing her arousal sent me over the top; I felt my
swollen cock, hot and burning from the friction of her hand, seized by the
powerful, rhythmic contractions of orgasm, forcing stream after stream of
semen into the condom.  We watched its tip bulge more and more, a large
bubble white from its come filling, growing around my cockhead, drooping
towards the floor under its own weight as it got fuller and fuller with
each spurt of my forceful ejaculation.

   Cathy sighed and started coming too just as my orgasm started to
diminish, and I watched her angelic face as she came: flushed cheeks, eyes
closed; her mouth open, softly sighing "ooh..  ooh..." on each panting
outbreath; a look of delicious desperation on her features, as wave after
wave of orgasm washed through her body.

   She came for a long time; it looked not so strong, but unusually long.
Finally she came to herself and opened her eyes, looking eagerly for the
results of our experiment at filling a condom with come.  "Wow...  pretty
good!" she said as she saw the large, white rubber bulb filled with semen
drooping from the end of my softening dick.  She reached out and felt the
come-bubble, squeezing it and squishing it between her fingers, watching
how the come moved and flowed as she squeezed its container.  "Seems to
hold it in ok...  I guess it'll do its job ok...  I'm glad, 'cause I really
want to have you come inside me again, and this time I'm going to come
too!"

   Saturday mornings were one of our regular sex times; we slept in, and
Dad usually went out for the morning, so as soon as he left we usually got
together in one of our rooms and did it.  We both understood that this
saturday we'd try to fuck again, and as soon as we heard Dad leaving Cathy
showed up at my bedroom door dressed only in her nightie.  I already had
the condoms and vaseline out on my nightstand, and my erection was fully
hard in anticipation, projecting out proudly from beneath my pajama tops.

   Cathy eagerly hopped up on the bed while I opened one of the rubbers,
and she applied vaseline between her legs while I unrolled it over my
swollen shaft.  She directed me to lie on my back, saying she wanted to try
it in another position, to see how that was; she thought that if she was on
top, she could maybe have a little more control, to minimize her discomfort
and maximize her arousal.

   She got up on her knees straddling me, but I was sticking up so high she
had to point it down a bit to fit it between her legs.  She guided it to
her slit, and started to lean down on it, forcing it into her pussy.

   Like last time, she got my cockhead inside and paused, breathing hard,
becoming accustomed to having her privates so assaulted by my size.  After
a minute or so she moved her butt around a bit, shifting the angle that I
was entering her from slightly, exploring how it felt.  I asked her if she
was ok and she said yes, much better than last time.  She leaned on it
harder, and another inch or so went in her.  again she paused, but for just
a moment, before slowly pulling up an inch, then back down, this time
letting a tiny bit more of my thick shaft enter her.  She repeated this six
or seven more times, withdrawing my cock a bit, then pushing it back in
slightly farther, then rested again.

   She was breathing hard, her eyes closed and her face looking very
concentrated as she explored the new sensations in her genitals.  As we lay
there she moved her ass very slightly back and forth, slowly, in a steady
rhythm.  It felt incredible; I was about halfway into her, and as she
swayed back and forth her cunt gave an exquisite, subtle massage to my
hardon.  "You'll make me come if you keep that up for a while", I said;
"Me, too" she replied breathily.  "Is it ok when I'm in you that far?"
"Yeah, once I relaxed...  and feeling your big dick filling me is
definitely going to make me come, too!"

   She started slowly moving up and down on me, so I would pull out of her
a little bit and then back in the same amount.  She was moving carefully,
cautiously exploring what she could do without hurting herself; even though
my cock was squeezing tightly within her pussy, the vaseline and the
slickness of the rubber allowed it to slide smoothly in her, and she very
gradually let more and more of it into her as she pushed down.

   It felt incredible having my erection sliding in and out of her very
warm, squeezing pussy.  I was on the edge of coming and told her so; she
answered "Me too" through her heavy breathing, and she stopped her
movements, and let herself down to lie on me.

   We embraced, allowing our immanent orgasms to recede a bit, for several
minutes; even lying there without moving felt amazing.  I had about
three-quarters of my length inside her.  The sensation I noticed most was
how hot she was inside; it felt like my hardon was being squeezed in a
tight, wet oven.  It was incredibly arousing, even not moving; the urge to
come grew less very slowly; if she had moved even a quarter inch I'm sure I
would have filled her with come.

   Finally she sat up on me, holding herself up on her arms, and looked in
my eyes.  She was flushed, her face was puffy as if she'd been asleep, and
her face was shiny with a light film of sweat, but her breath, though still
quite strong, was a little steadier.  "How're you doing?" she asked, her
voice warm and thick.  I told her how good it felt, and that I was still
close to coming just from being in her, but was a bit more in control. 
"Me, too...  God, feeling so filled up is so hot, I could just lie here and
come and come and come..."

   I asked her if we could fit any more in, and she replied that I was
hitting the back of her pussy now, just perfectly, and if we pushed any
more it would hurt.  I was about three-quarters of the way into her, so
that was that.  She started moving slowly up and down again; feeling it
out, exploring, she found a rhythm where she pulled out a little slower,
paused a minute, then slid it in a little faster and harder, pausing again.
Once she settled on this she kept it up very steadily, without wavering.

   We were both involuntarily moaning "Oh!" under our breath on each
downstroke; I was completely possessed by the sensations I was feeling;
wrapped up in a cloud of pleasure, feeling her hot body against mine, her
hotter pussy enveloping my hardon and jacking it off, my rising orgasm
about to engulf me entirely, all mixed together in a stew of ecstasy.

   Suddenly she started loudly, desperately calling, "Oh...  Oh...  Oh...
Oh...", and I knew she was coming.  I couldn't feel it on my cock, it was
experiencing so many new sensations I couldn't distinguish them; but I
could feel myself starting to come with her.

   I was gripped by that familiar paralysis as my body grew stiff, and felt
my cock grow even harder and start to pulsate as it shot jet after jet of
come deep into Cathy.  She felt it, for her voice lost some of its
desperation, and she started calling "Ah...  Ah..." joyfully, as she felt
me coming deep inside her as her own orgasm diminished.

   As the throbbing in our genitals finally subsided she lay forward on me,
and for a long time we let go of everything, relaxing and floating in the
warmth of each other, just being.  I don't think I fell asleep, but my mind
went to that dreamy place that isn't awake, but isn't quite asleep, either.

   After a long time I was roused from my reverie by Cathy stirring.  She
shifted herself up onto one elbow and looked at me, happily, finally saying
"Hi" in a thick voice.  I said "Hi" back, and we smiled at each other,
proud of our performance, and contented to be with each other so
intimately, totally satisfied in the warm glow of completion.

   11.

   The next week went pretty much like the previous one did; we managed to
come together almost every day, and once we were able to do it with me
inside her again.  It was great, I felt like there were no barriers to out
sexual expression; we could do whatever we wanted to; we just had to be
careful not to get caught.

   Then the following Monday afternoon after school we were having a snack,
when Cathy started talking.  "I don't know if you noticed that blonde girl
I've been hanging around with at school- she's in my homeroom, and we have
math together- Her name's Lynn, and she's real nice, I like her a lot. 
She's a new girl too, she doesn't know anyone either."

   "We've been talking quite a lot, really getting to know each other; and
today we started talking about sex.  We admitted to each other that we
liked to masturbate, and she hinted that she used to have girlfriends that
she messed around with; I hinted that I did too.  I didn't tell her about
you.  Well, I invited her to come over wednesday after school, and fool
around.  If I can get her into us doing each other, I thought maybe you'd
want to watch, like I did with you and Greg- It's really hot to watch two
people doing it when one of them knows and the other doesn't!  I'm not sure
what she'll do, but she seems pretty cool, so I'm hoping she'll get into
it- I'd like that!"She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes; "There's
something about getting done by another girl that's hot!" Of course I
thought that would be great, so we planned to do it very much like we did
with Greg & I.

   Wednesday came, and as arranged Cathy delayed their arrival home from
school so I could hide in the spare room closet as she had before, with the
closet door standing slightly opened so I would have a good view of
whatever happened.  I heard the back door slam as they arrived, and after a
few minutes I saw them enter the room; Cathy closed and locked the door
behind them.

   Lynn was a cute girl- she looked to be maybe a little older than Cathy,
certainly a little more developed; she had a prominent bust, slim waist,
and nicely rounded rear.  I was hopeful that Cathy would be able to get her
to take her clothes off, I'd love to see more of her.  She had straight
blonde hair, that she wore down to her shoulders, and a cute face.

   As they entered they were making small talk.  Cathy was introducing
sexual innuendoes in their conversation, and Lynn was beginning to get that
focussed look that indicates sexual anticipation.  As Cathy locked the
door, she said, "Just so noone can come in on us...  whatever we're doing."
"It feels good to be in complete privacy with a girlfriend; you can really
relax, you know?  You don't need to worry about what other people might
think about you, you can do whatever you want together..."

   Cathy sat on the edge of the bed, and asked Lynn to tell her about what
she liked to do with her girlfriend when they were alone together.  Lynn
sat down on the same side of the bed a ways from Cathy, swiveled to
partially face her.  "Well, you know, we used to talk and stuff...  and we
used to show each other stuff we discovered, you know, about sex..."

   "What kinds of stuff?", asked Cathy innocently, but with an undertone of
lust in her voice, to encourage Lynn to go farther.  (I was hard now with
the turn the conversation was taking, and I carefully opened my pants and
started slowly stroking my hand along my shaft.)

   "You know, things we discovered, about how to rub ourselves and
everything..." Lynn was clearly a little shy about completely opening up to
her new friend, probably unsure about how Cathy would react to any more
frank admissions of sexual involvement with another girl, but the gleam in
her eyes told that she was clearly eager to keep going in this direction.

   Cathy leaned back on the bed resting on her elbows, and said, "Did you
ever do it together?  Did you rub each other?" She said it in a tone of
voice that left no doubt she wouldn't disapprove of an affirmative answer
to her question.  "Uh-huh.  How about you?  Did you ever?" Cathy laughed;
"Oh yeah, a lot!  I had a friend who showed me how to do it, and after that
we used to do it a lot with each other; we always did each other, it felt
so much better!"

   Lynn's face brightened noticeably at Cathy's admission, clearly relieved
that her new friend wasn't going to judge her for her taboo violations. 
"Yeah, we did too!  She was a real nasty girl, she got us to do it all the
time...  but I liked it a lot!"

   Cathy asked her, "Tell me about your friend".  Lynn related how she had
known this girl for years; then when she was thirteen and the other girl
was fourteen, the older girl had asked her if she ever fingered herself,
and at Lynn's relative naivet�, the girl had talked her into letting her
show Lynn what she meant; then she'd done her right then, making her come
for the first time.

   "It felt so good, I let her do me whenever she wanted...  and I started
doing it to her too.  She was real nasty; she liked to do it in public, but
so noone could see of course, and do it lots of times; sometimes we would
do it all afternoon.  She figured out all different ways to do it; she
would try anything!" Lynn was relaxed now, her story spilling easily from
her lips.

   "Have you ever 'been' with a boy?, asked Cathy.  "No, I mean I've been
kissed...  you know...  But not really." "Have you ever seen a boys thing?"
"No...  Have you?"

   Cathy laughed.  "Yes...  I have." "Wow, cool!  What have you done?"

   Cathy didn't answer, but instead asked Lynn, "All this talk is making me
kinda hot...  Do you mind if I take off my panties?" As she spoke, she
reached up her skirt, grabbing their waistband.  Then she hesitated,
waiting for her friend's permission.  Lynn's face was glowing with
interest, and she answered, "No, I don't mind...  Do you mind if I take off
mine too?"

   Cathy slipped her panties down and tossed them on the floor, while Lynn
stood up; she had jeans on, and removed them, following them with her
panties, revealing a cute, puffy pussy ringed with soft, blond curls; then,
wearing only her blouse, she sat back down.  (I was close to coming at the
sexiness of these girl's intent; I had to stop stroking my hardon and cool
down when I caught sight of Lynn's pussy, or I would have come right then
in anticipation of what would be coming.)

   Leaning back on one elbow, Lynn started idly stroking and pulling on her
pussy hair while she watched Cathy.  Cathy spread her legs wide and began
slowly sliding her finger around her slit, tracing her lips.  "Can I
watch?", asked Lynn, as she shifted her position so that her face was near
Cathy's knee.  She watched the darker girl teasing herself in silence for
several minutes.  Both girls were breathing noticeably heavier now; Cathy's
slit was spreading open in her arousal, her inner lips and the hood of her
clit projecting well out from her lips with her arousal.  Lynn had
continued to tease herself, but the way she was lying I couldn't see it
directly.

   "Can I feel you?", asked Lynn, and as Cathy took her hand away in assent
she reached out her own hand and stroked Cathy's inner lips, tweaking her
clit.  Cathy sighed under the welcome touch of another hand, spreading her
legs farther and pushing her pussy forward a bit.

   "Tell me about what you've done with a boy", urged Lynn.

   Cathy began a throaty narration about how she had this "friend"; and how
she had accidentally seen his erection, and that had led to watching each
other masturbate, then doing it to each other.  "Did you ever use your
mouth?" "I've done everything.".  Cathy was breathing hard now, her face
flushed, and her eyes drifting closed as her new friend did her.

   "Wow!  What's it like having someone do it in your mouth?" Cathy
answered, her talking labored by the expert stimulation that was being
lavished on her pussy; Lynn had several fingers rubbing inside her, and was
rubbing up and down inside her inner lips as well.  "Oh, its amazing... 
he's so big that it's hard to fit him in my mouth; and when he squirts,
it's...  like...  Oh...  oh...  oh!"

   Cathy's description was cut short as she started to come; Lynn focussed
intently as she expertly worked her, milking the most she could out of her
orgasm.

   Cathy came a long time; I could see that girls really could do each
other better.  I almost came too, watching how Cathy kept coming and
coming, but I wasn't touching my erection, which throbbed and dripped a
steady stream of cream; if I had, it would've been all over; as it was, I
barely held on.

   After she recovered for a few moments, Cathy sat up and reached for
Lynn's crotch, saying, "Ok, now it's YOUR turn!"

   As she started in on her, she continued her description where she had
left off.  "When he comes in my mouth, it's just incredible!.  First of
all, it shoots out really hard, it used to choke me at first before I
learned how to do it.  Then, there's so much of it- I don't know if he's
unusual, or maybe it's because he's so big, but it's like drinking a small
milkshake!" "What's it taste like?  Is it gross?" Lynn asked, her speech
now throaty with sexual stimulation, like Cathy's had been, as she was
getting done.

   "It tastes kinda salty, I don't know, I kind of like it- in fact, I like
it more and more; its so much fun, he comes so hard when I do him with my
mouth, that getting to drink it's a real treat!" Then she changed the
subject, and said "I like your pussy; it's puffier than mine, and your clit
is much bigger!  Are you close?"

   Lynn sighed yes, that she was trying to hold back to make it last, but
it was hard with what Cathy was doing to her.  I was about to come again,
and knew I would as soon as I saw Lynn climax.

   Then Cathy suddenly leaned forward and started sucking on Lynn's clit!
Lynn let out a groan, and I could see she started coming.  It was hard to
watch, for my orgasm hit at the same time; my cock jumped and spurted, as
jet after jet of come arced out onto the floor.

   When my orgasm started to subside, I could see that Lynn was still
coming, but she was clearly running down.  Several more shudders wracked
through her body, and she sighed as she stopped.  "That was great...  you
surprised me!" "I couldn't resist after all that talk about swallowing
come...  I hope you don't mind." Cathy's mouth and chin were shiny with
Lynn's fluids, and Lynn's blond bush was matted down with sweat, saliva,
and cunt-juice.

   Both girls layed back and chatted softly with each other, their
conversation roaming farther afield now that they were both satisfied. 
Lynn was saying, "It turns me on thinking about your friend with the big
thing...Is he nice?  Do you think I might get to see it sometime, or are
you 'with' him?  God, I'd love to see a nice boy, and get to do it with
him...  Most boys are such a pain!  It's much more trouble than it's worth
dealing with them!"

   Cathy laughed, and said "No way, I'm not 'with' him, I mean, we just
fool around...  Listen, if I tell you something, do you SWEAR that you'll
NEVER tell a soul?  I mean it, if this ever gets out, it would be REALLY
bad..." Lynn, very attentive now, said "Yeah, sure, I won't tell anyone. 
After today, we have a secret already- I wouldn't want anyone to find out
about what we've been doing!"

   "Ok...  but I really mean it...  anyway, the guy I was telling you
about- he's my brother."

   Lynn looked wide-eyed, thinking about her revelation, then blurted,
"Wow! That's cool!  I thought my friend was nasty, but you're doing it with
your own brother!  I didn't know you had a brother- does he live here?"

   Cathy told her a little more about me, and as they talked she said she
would talk to me about it, and maybe I'd agree to it, and Lynn might get
her wish.  But Cathy reiterated that she couldn't ever tell a soul.

   Eventually the girls put themselves back together, and Lynn went home.
When I heard the door close, I waited a few more minutes, and then came
out. Cathy was just coming upstairs to find me.  She looked at me coyly,
and said, "She was hot!  She was really good- She really knew how to do me.
How was it for you?  Isn't it fun watching?"

   "God- it was hot watching you girls do each other!  I was almost coming
the entire time, and when you finally made Lynn come I couldn't hold back
any longer, and soaked the floor of the closet...  And hey!  You told her
about me; do you think that's wise?"

   Cathy reassured me that she had a good feeling about Lynn, she'd been
getting to know her, and really trusted her.  "Well, what about her
request? How do you feel about giving her a 'private audience' with your
big thing?"

   I told her I thought it would be hot to do it with her.  Cathy piped in
brightly "Hey!  I know what...  I'll give her a lesson in how to do a boy,
and we'll use you to demonstrate on!  How'd you like that?"

   We agreed that Cathy would try and set it up with her, and see if she
liked that idea.

   12.

   Cathy told me after school the next day that she'd talked to Lynn about
her idea.  She'd been very interested, but was a bit reticent; Cathy
pointed me out to her at lunch, and Lynn had agreed, succumbing to Cathy's
urging and reassurances.  We had agreed to try it tomorrow after school; we
should have a good two hours before our father got home from work.

   I was very excited at the prospect of revealing myself to Lynn, and
letting her see and touch the most personal portions of my anatomy; I was
also strangely apprehensive about it, almost shy; Cathy had first seen my
erection by accident, and Greg was another boy- but here was a girl, who
was knowingly planning a liaison with me, and Cathy, for the purpose of
seeing my hardon; it was so nasty, the prospect of this girl who I'd never
met wanting to do me...  I wasn't sure how I felt about it, it was almost
dangerous somehow...

   So I was a little nervous as I arrived home from school; and there at
the kitchen table sat Cathy and this other girl.  (I should explain, Cathy
got out of school an hour before me, and usually got her own ride home.)
Cathy said "This is Lynn.  Although I should let you know that I told her
how were watching us on Wednesday, so you already kind of know who she is."
She was smirking as she revealed her indiscretion.

   I blushed as I said "Hi" to Lynn, and noticed she was blushing too.  She
looked very cute, with an embarrassed smile playing about her lips, looking
into my eyes and then letting her gaze fall, obviously torn between
interest and shame.  I sat down and we chatted a few minutes.  I felt Lynn
relaxing with me a bit, and I found it somehow reassuring that she knew I
had seen her "compromised"; it somehow leveled the playing field in light
of what was planned for this afternoon.

   After a little while Cathy said, "Let's go upstairs.", and got up
eagerly.  Lynn and I got up too, maybe a little less enthusiastically; it
felt a little funny for each of us to be in this arranged situation.  Cathy
led the way up to the spare room, and I brought up the rear.  It was
arousing watching Lynn walk up the stairs in front of me- her butt swayed
cutely as she mounted the stairs.

   We entered the room, and Cathy closed and locked the door, then turned
to Lynn and said "Come and sit over here on the bed with me." Cathy
motioned for me to come stand in front of them, and said "Well, o.k., take
it out, we're waiting."

   I was almost dizzy with lust and shyness at the nastiness of the
situation.  In a daze, I felt my hands go to my belt, open the buckle,
unsnap my jeans, and slide them down my legs.  I was already fairly hard,
and as I took off my pants I felt a surge of excitement that made my
erection burst to full swell.

   Lynn's eyes bugged at the swell in my underwear; it was pointing off to
the left, stretching my briefs well beyond my hips, the rounded knob of its
head pushing out like a fist inside my skivs.  Lynn's expression revealed
the tense, eager attention of arousal now, her earlier shyness having been
evaporated by the heat of the excitement of the scene she was witnessing.
Cathy was saying, "Look how he can stretch out a pair of underwear!  Now,
let's see the real thing!"

   She reached out both her hands, grabbed the waistband of my underwear at
either side of my hips, and began to slowly pull it down.  She mimicked
stripper music as she did it, singing "Da-dum...  da-da-dum...".  She
pulled them down very slowly, revealing first the tuft of my curled pubic
hair, then slowly, inch by inch, my shaft came into view, as it was pointed
downward by the pressure of the waistband pulling it down.

   Both girls attention was fully on my hardon as it came into view;
finally, my underwear at mid-thigh, its head was released, and my erection
sprang up, bouncing slightly, pointing right at the girl's faces, a few
inches from their mouths.

   "Wow!" The word escaped involuntarily from Lynn's mouth as she saw her
first erection.  Cathy reached out and grasped its base with her thumb and
forefingers, and moved it around, so they could see it from several angles.
They were talking with each other; "Pretty amazing, huh?  I couldn't
believe how big it was when I first saw it." "That's supposed to fit inside
a girl?" "Well, if you think about it, a baby comes out through it, so this
is small by comparison." "You call that small!"

   Cathy began sliding the skin of my shaft towards its tip, pulling it
until it was bunching around the rim of its head.  They commented about how
loose the skin was.  She slid her hand back down the shaft, then up and
down several times.  "This is how boys do it; If I kept this up for a few
minutes, we'd have him coming." Lynn asked how much come comes out of it,
and Cathy answered, "A lot!  Wait'll you see!"

   Cathy asked her friend, "Do you want to feel it?" Cathy let go of it,
and Lynn reached out one of her hands, and tentatively felt it with her
fingertips, squeezing it lightly, exploring its consistency.  She lightly
skimmed her fingertips along its length, and felt around its bulbous head,
feeling the softness of the skin, and the long slit of its hole; she then
explored the head's prominent rim, tracing its circumference all the way
around.

   The touch of her inexperienced hand on my erection was like fire;
something about her unsureness of what to do with it was incredibly
arousing.  It was rock-hard, throbbing gently with my pulse, its skin shiny
from being stretched so tight by my arousal.  I sighed involuntarily;
taking the sound for encouragement, she grasped the shaft in her hand and
slid its skin up and down.  Her hand only reached two-thirds of the way
around its thick shaft.

   "That's it, up and down...  I want to see you make him come!  Wait'll
you see!  But not too fast, he'll come too soon." directed Cathy.  She
reached down into Lynn's lap, asking her "Can I do you while you do him? 
It's so hot!" Taking her non-resistance as permission, Cathy slipped her
hand into the waistband of her friend's loose pants, and I could see her
moving regularly down there.

   A drop of cream was building on the tip of my dick; Cathy reached out
and caught it on her finger, demonstrating its sticky and slippery
consistency to her friend; she pulled her hand up, drawing it out into a
long filament, which hung drooping, then broke and dripped towards the
floor.  Cathy picked up one of the towels we had put by the bed and spread
it on the floor beneath where I was standing, saying "We're going to need
this!"

   At Cathy's urging Lynn reached her other hand, and used her index finger
to spread more cream out over my cockhead; I sighed again at the slick
rubbing on my most sensitive area.  Cathy told her to keep rubbing it for a
while, saying it would drive me crazy.

   Lynn was getting that glazed look in her eyes indicating that Cathy was
doing a good job on her, as she continued to do me.  Suddenly she sighed,
"Oh!", and I knew she was coming.  Her jacking became unsteady on my
erection as she came; She was panting, her face flushed; Cathy continued to
work her, drawing out her orgasm as best she could.  It was nice and long;
evidently Lynn found our scene as arousing as we did.  She stopped jacking
me off as her orgasm subsided, holding my cock as she recovered herself.

   After a moment she resumed on me.  I was close myself, and watching her
come almost pushed me over the edge; but I held on, wanting to prolong this
nasty session as long as possible.  "Do you want another one?" Cathy asked
her, resuming her movements in Lynn's pants, and taking her silence for
permission, she continued to do her.

   I was on fire; Lynn's steady jacking was milking a flowing stream of
cream from my cock, which trailed in a ribbon to the towel below, swaying
gently with each stroke of her hands on my shaft.  I felt my legs
threatening to buckle, as I felt a huge orgasm steadily approaching.  That
amazing feeling when all the fluids begin pooling in my balls and prostate
was building, and the skin in my hands and feet was starting to tingle; I
felt the tingling grow and spread to my entire arms and legs, building in
as a fire towards my midsection; my body was growing rigid, and I felt my
balls tighten as my erection swelled even further; a bright light suddenly
went off in my head, and I came.

   Lynn watched intently as my hardon started bouncing as I came.  The
first jet of semen shot from my cock, landing on the sofa next to her,
followed by another and another.  My erection jumped an inch as it was
seized by each powerful contraction, and another rope of come followed the
last.  It was a good one; I kept coming and coming, until finally the
spurts of come settled down into a pulsing flow that ran down my cockhead
and over her hand, dripping to the floor.

   Cathy was pouring it on doing Lynn as I came, judging by the motions in
her pants; and a few moments after my orgasm subsided, Lynn's eyes drifted
closed and she sighed thickly with each outbreath as she came again.  She
grabbed Cathy's hand and ground it into her crotch while she came, finally
releasing it as the waves of orgasm diminished, releasing her to normal
consciousness.

   I slumped down on the sofa next to them as Cathy wiped up the sofa where
I came.  "You missed the towel!" she giggled, then tossed the wet cloth
onto the other one on the floor.

   "Well, what did you think of that?" asked Cathy, as Lynn recovered from
her ecstasy.  They talked about how amazing it was watching me come, and
Cathy complimented Lynn on doing a good job on me.

   I then got up, knelt on the floor in front of Cathy, and said, "Now it's
your turn!" I pulled up her short skirt, and slid her cute panties down her
nicely trim legs and off her feet.  She opened her thighs obligingly, and
Lynn and I moved our hands into her crotch.  Her slit was swollen and quite
wet, her puffy clit projecting out prominently from the top of her inner
lips, her thick labia pouting in arousal.  "You take the top, I'll work on
her inside..." I suggested, and slowly slid my index and middle finger into
her dripping pussy as Lynn began to work on her clit.

   Cathy sighed as she felt us start to work on her, lying back on the
sofa, breathing deeply, her eyes closed.  She came almost right away, no
doubt excited from doing Lynn and watching her do me.  She cried out as she
started coming, and I could tell it was one of her big ones; a fountain of
juice spurted out of her slit as the first contraction hit her, all over my
face and running down her ass.  Her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers
spastically as she came, again and again, and Lynn rubbed her clit fast
until the waves of orgasm that gripped her whole body over and over
subsided.

   "Wow!" blurted Lynn as she surveyed the aftermath of her orgasm, "You
really get wet!" I explained how when she had one of her big ones she
actually shot off come like a boy does.  "Wow" she said again, "That's
cool! I'd like to do that!  How do you do it?"

   Cathy explained that she didn't know, it just happened sometimes; it had
never happened to her old friend she used to mess around with.  Lynn said
she'd never seen it either, but it looked really cool.  "I guess you're the
hardest coming girl we know!"

   We straightened up the room and cleaned up as best we could, and Cathy
went and put a load of laundry in to remove the evidence of our
hanky-panky. "That was great!  Thanks for letting me..." Lynn told me as
she was leaving.  I smiled, "You can do it with me anytime you want", I
grinned.  Cathy agreed it was great, and we all said we'd like to do it
again sometime soon.

   13.

   That weekend Cathy and I were particularly ardent.  On saturday morning
I went inside her again, and she had one of her big ones.  It was amazing;
while she was coming it felt like she was peeing on me.  Of course mine was
big too, after experiencing that; I came so much, it oozed out the bottom
of the rubber around the base of my shaft.

   Sunday afternoon while Dad was out we did each other with our mouths,
and Cathy let me make her come two times.  She swallowed all my come,
without gagging.  She was getting really good at that.

   On Monday after school we sat around the kitchen table having a snack,
and Cathy told me she'd talked to Lynn about last Friday.  "She was amazed;
she said she'd never felt so hot since the first time her friend did her.
She said how much she liked making you come.  She made me tell her about
everything we'd done together, and I did.  She wants to try having you come
in her mouth next time; I told her how much I liked that, and how nasty it
was, and she's all excited to try it.

   I felt a surge of lust at the thought.  Somehow the thought of being the
first one to do something nasty with a girl was especially exciting, and I
felt my groin swelling as I pictured it.  Cathy could evidently see how I
was feeling, and led me upstairs and jacked me off quickly, fast; I came in
three minutes, and she swallowed it all.

   Wednesday after school was the next time Lynn could come over.  As I
arrived home they were already there, and I found them up in the spare
room. There was a pile of towels on the end of the bed; they both had their
pants off and were already doing each other, both at the same time, lying
on the bed with each of their heads towards the other's feet, so they could
see each other's pussy while they masturbated it.

   I watched them, my cock swelling.  They were both very nasty girls; they
were intent on doing each other, moving their hands slowly and very
deliberately, working to wring the best orgasm they could from each other.

   I think knowing they were being watched added to their excitement;
anyway shortly after I entered the room they climaxed.  Cathy came first,
but Lynn started before Cathy's had finished, so they were both coming at
the same time for a few moments.  Their orgasms lasted a long time, but it
looked like Lynn came a bit harder than Cathy, at least judging by what I
could see.

   I had my pants off and my underwear down already before Cathy started
coming, and I stroked my hardon slowly until after Lynn had finished.  I
stopped jacking off when the girls sat up; they both said "Hi", and Cathy
suggested we take a break while they recovered; she went down for sodas, an
I sat on the bed next Lynn.

   We both had our pants off, my erect cock poking up from my lap
shamelessly, its head bobbing in front of my solar plexus.  She gazed at
it, telling me how Cathy had told her about how much she liked it when I
came in her mouth, and she wanted to try it, too; I answered that I knew,
Cathy told me about their conversation.  She reached over and idly felt my
cockhead, stroking it very lightly with her fingertips; I sighed, and
settled back onto my elbows, my erection projecting out much farther, more
accessible to her touch.

   Cathy reentered the room, saw what we were up to, paused, then walked
over to us and handed us each a soda.  "You better let up, you'll have him
coming in no time like that!" she warned.  Lynn stopped her tickling, and
we all sipped our drinks; we watched my hardon bobbing gently to my
heartbeat as we drank.  The girls chatted excitedly, mostly Lynn asking
Cathy about the things she'd admitted we'd done.

   "What's it like having it in you?  Did it hurt the first time?  When he
comes in your mouth, what do you do?  Do you swallow it all?  He comes so
much!  Was it hard to learn how to handle it?" and so on.  Cathy fielded
her questions, reassuring her, and giving her specific tips about her
techniques.

   Cathy leaned over me, demonstrating what she was describing, as she
showed Lynn how she put her mouth over the head of my dick when I was
coming, and how she jacked me off at the same time, actually doing it to
illustrate.  Then she told Lynn, "Why don't you try it?"

   Cathy let go of my rod and leaned back, making room for Lynn; who
tentatively grasped the base of my shaft, then took half its head into her
mouth, and started jacking it.  Her tentative movements were excruciatingly
exciting; she took her mouth off of it, asking Cathy, "Like that?", while
continuing to jack me off.  "Yeah, that's good...  just keep doing him, and
you'll get to find out pretty soon."

   Lynn kept doing me, while Cathy gave her pointers.  She told her how to
jack it farther down the shaft if I was getting too hot, and it would move
me to orgasm much more slowly; she showed her how to kiss and lick its head
every now and then, it sent me through the roof, but not too often; she
taught her two handed jacking, and to tickle my balls while she did me; and
much more.

   Lynn tried out each of the techniques as they were being described,
until she got Cathy's approval on that particular move.  I was burning up,
rock hard, and quite wet, both from my cream and her saliva.  I warned them
that I was getting close to coming.  They discussed whether she should back
off or make me come then; they decided to back off.

   I sat up onto my elbows, and we all had a few more sips of soda while I
cooled off.  "You're doing pretty good, holding up under all the things
I've been having Lynn try out on you.  She's going to be an expert soon,
under my excellent instruction!" Cathy joked, a twinkle in her eye.  She
took a towel and blotted my erection, balls, and pubic hair, which were all
getting pretty wet.

   We chatted more while I cooled down, waiting until my erection deflated
a bit from the angry red, swollen rock-hard state they had got it into.

   After several more minutes, they decided to start in again.  Cathy said
she would back off and let Lynn do me however she liked, trying out the
various techniques they had been working on.

   Lynn started by having me scoot down so my hips were on the edge of the
bed, my feet on the floor and my legs spread, while she knelt on the floor
between them.  She began by giving my shaft several long, slow licks from
my balls to its tip.  She then started slowly jacking the lower half of its
shaft, kissing the head noisily every minute or so.

   After several minutes of this I was again creaming heavily, and seeing
this, she smeared the cream around its head, swirling it rapidly for a few
moments with her fingers; I sucked in my breath as the intense, burning
pleasure shot through my groin.  She stopped suddenly, just holding my cock
for a few moments, not moving, letting my excitement subside a bit.  Then
she resumed her slow, steady jacking of the lower end of my shaft.

   The cream was streaming steadily over its head and down the shaft,
spreading around the shaft by her jacking so that with each stroke of her
hand there was a sloppy, slurping sound.  It was getting wet enough that
her hand started sliding over the skin, and she took advantage of this,
every eighth stroke or so sliding slowly all the way up the shaft, over the
head, and off it altogether, squeezing it from her hand as she passed the
tip; then she would go all the way back down again, repeating the cycle.

   I was burning up; I was panting, thrusting my hips forward
involuntarily; random throbs were gripping my cock, as orgasm neared.  I
warned her I was close; and as she leaned forward and clamped her mouth
onto my cockhead, sucking hard, Cathy joined in, reaching out with both
hands to fondle my balls.

   I felt my orgasm taking possession of my senses; as my body grew rigid,
paralyzed, my cock swelled even further, and jumped as the first jet of
come surged through it, spurting out into Lynn's waiting mouth.

   She sputtered, but kept sucking; spurt after spurt of semen flooded her
mouth, and after the third she gagged, choking, and started coughing; Cathy
leaned forward quickly and took over, taking the last five or six jets into
her mouth, demonstrating her expert blowjob technique to Lynn, as she
recovered from her near-drowning.

   Under the excitement of getting done by these two eager girls and the
prolonged, multiple techniques they had been using on me, it was a big
orgasm.  I came hard, and even though Cathy took over halfway through, she
still got a mouthful of come.  She sucked me until the last few weak pulses
of orgasm gripped my cock, then stroked it firmly upwards several times,
squeezing the last few drops out, into her sucking mouth.

   I lay back, passed out in the delirium of orgasmic release, for I don't
know how long.  The girls were excitedly chattering, conducting a
post-mortem on our adventure.  "God, I don't know how you can do that!  He
shot so suddenly, and so hard!  I was choking on the first one...  and
then, when I'm just getting over it, he shoots another and another!  And
there's so much!  How do you do it?" Cathy explained how she discovered
using her tongue to block the jets from hitting her throat, giving her time
to swallow; and how you had to be careful to time your swallows with the
spurts as I came.  "Don't worry, exactly the same thing happened to me the
first time I tried it!  The next time you know what to expect, so you can
handle it a lot better.  By about the fourth or fifth time I got the hang
of it...  but I still get surprised sometimes, especially when he comes
really hard!"

   I was coming to myself and sat up; both girls smiled at me.  Lynn asked,
"How'd I do?" I smiled, and said, "The reason you had a hard time was
because you made me come so hard!  You were really great!  So the problem
is how good you are at it...  if you hadn't done me so well I wouldn't have
come so hard, and it might have been easier to handle." She beamed and
blushed at the same time, as Cathy complimented her too on her excellent
style.

   The girls asked each other if they wanted to go again, or if they were
done, and they agreed that they'd had enough; then Lynn said she probably
wouldn't mind, it was so exciting doing me; so Cathy and I pushed her back,
and gave her the same treatment she and I had given Cathy the last time,
except I took the top and Cathy the inside.

   We did her hard, and after a few minutes she was breathing hard.  I
stopped rubbing her, leaned forward, and started licking and sucking her
clit.  She gasped as she felt my mouth on her cunt, and in only a few more
minutes, we had her coming again.

   Even though it was her second time that afternoon, she came pretty
thoroughly; I sucked her clit hard while her pussy throbbed, and Cathy
worked her fingers in and out of her cunt.  As it subsided she sighed
deeply, a big grin growing across her mussed face as she stretched.  "Wow,
it's great getting done by both of you at once!" she exclaimed throatily,
"I could do that all afternoon!"

   Cathy said that maybe we would one day, but that she thought the next
time we got together she should try having me inside of her, if she wanted.
Lynn's face beamed, and she said "I was hoping you might suggest that! 
That's what I really want to try!" I felt a rush of excitement shoot
through my groin as I pictured what our next session might bring...  

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