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On one occasion though, we did slip. Dad had ruptured his appendix and
at his age it was quite a worry to us. We had both flown home after
she called to let us know. We'd both come in on redeyes, sis waiting
for me at the airport. Not knowing which hospital he was we went home
found the note to take mom's car to the hospital.
Mom was sitting in a chair next to dad's bed holding his hand when we
got there. We went to the cafeteria and mom caught us up to dad's
situation. She told us the worst was over and it was just a waiting
game at that point. We took our coffees back to dad's room. We'd sat
there for quite a while when mom caught us both dozing off and made us
take her car and go home.
Once home, we took our bags up to our old rooms and started unpacking.
We were chatting back and forth when I asked my sister a question. She
didn't answer. I went into her room to see why she hadn't. She was
lying on her bed with her feet on the floor asleep.
I knew how she felt as I'd been up all night too. Due to timezones,
she'd been awake at least 3 hours longer than I. I'd already undressed
down to my shorts and she was down to bra and the same type white,
cotton, bikini panties she'd worn the last time I'd seen her like that.
I pulled the blankets down as far as I could without moving her.
I was standing there ready to pick her up and put her in bed when I
looked down at her. I became quite amazed and pleased to see that
she'd retained her slim firm body even after two kids. Her body wasn't
that different than it had been the last time I'd seen her lying on
that bed.
Remembering that she sleeps nude, or did, I reached behind her and
undid her bra. I eased it out from under her and was delighted to see
her breasts were hardly, if any, smaller than they had been the last
time I'd seen them. Still firm enough to stand straight up wihtout
support. My intent was to roll her side to side to pull her panties
off.
I eased my hands under her back and got a grip on the waistband and
eased them down moving her body gently from side to side to get them
off. Once they were out from under her bottom, I lifted her knees and
removed them.
I'd have been ok if I had just reached under her shoulders and picked
her up and put her in bed. But I hesitated long enough to admire that
beautiful silky black area that had meant so much to me in my youth. .
Standing there staring at her like that I began to have an erection.
When I'd laid her legs down, one was each side of mine which left her
"place" open to inspection. Her lips were still small with just enough
meat to cover her hole. I paused briefly, before kneeling to lower my
face to her "place". I gently opened her lips as you would the leaves
of a beautiful flower and ever so lovingly, kissed her gently directly
above her hole.
Although I know and you know it's wrong to do it, I couldn't help it.
I had smelled the aroma of her sex and I had to taste her. I wasn't
even thinking of what would happen if she awoke, my cumpulsion was to
taste the flavor that I'd been missing for lo those many years.
Once I had penetrated her lips and entered her hole with my tongue,
there was nothing I could do but continue. I don't even think I felt
badly for doing what I was doing. Licking circles around her clitoris,
gently sucking on it, tasting the length of lips, orbiting her opening.
Laying my face in her hair, kissing her inner thigh. Reflecting now,
I wonder if I thought I could do that without waking her. Kissing
between the hair and her leg, that soft tender sensitive flesh that God
had to put there to lick and kiss, it serves no other purpose. I held
her hips and laid my hands on her stomach, tenderly carressing and
worshiping everything I could touch, kiss or lick.
I've put a lot of thought into what was going on in my mind at that
moment, but I just don't know. Something, I don't yet know what, made
me stop what I was doing. I didn't feel remorse, guilt, nothing like
that, I just stopped.
I got up and reached under her and picked her up. I pulled the
blankets the rest of the way down and turned her to lay her in bed
properly. Confident that I was over what ever had compelled me to
taste her I laid her down gently and that put her breast directly in my
view. Operating on some instinct, I guess, I gently took her nipple in
my mouth and kissed it.
I licked around it and kissed all around the mound of her breast. I
got a chuckle when I noticed that she still got gooseflesh when I did
that to her. Even asleep. I was smiling when I continued to the other
one. I addressed it similarly and was reaching for the blankets to
pull over her when her arms surrounded my neck and pulled me to her
mouth.
We kissed as lovers kiss. She held me tightly. I could feel her body
gently shaking under me. When she released my neck, I had a throbbing
erection. I whispered to her that I'd better stop before I did
something we might both regret. Her answer was, "I've never regretted
it before, why would I now?".
I wanted to protest, well, not really, but I felt that I should
struggle just for formality. She was holding my neck and reached down
to grasp my erection. I had turned and was sitting on the bed facing
her. She stopped kissing me long enough to tell me to take my shorts
off.
Our lips were still in contact as I slid them off and turned the other
way to get into bed next to her. Instead, she opened her legs which
forced me to get between them. As I laid down, just as before, the end
of my penis was just barely touching her hair. She reached between us
and groped me into position just at the entrance to her little piece of
Eden. At the opening, I encounted the same slippery lubricant you
referred to. There was enough that I could feel it on my penis.
She moved me down a little then up a little and my glans was soaked. I
eased the tip into her and she raised her hips to meet me halfway.
Suddenly, 20 years had passed and we were teens again. Making love to
the most beautiful woman in school. Her vagina was smaller than I
remembered. It was almost like having a virgin. I felt a little
discomfort pushing into to so small an opening. If it was causing me
discomfort, she must be feeling it too, so I was diligently slow and
smooth in my initial insertion.
Once I had gone to my depth, I had to ease it out a little way to
relieve the pressure on it. Her subtle moaning was not contributing to
my staying power. Being so excited by the spontaneity of the moment,
the tightness of her vagina, my sexual release for the previous week,
along with flashbacks to our teen years were weighing heavily on my
urgent need for release.
Not being a teen anymore, I was aprehensive about climaxing. In the
past, this would have only been the "first one" for the night. At my
age I was certain it would be the "only one".
Still between her hanging on to my everythrust, purring alternately
with quiet moans, the warm-moistness of her vagina, the squeezing of
her vaginal muscles, impressively strong especially after childbirth, I
was able to continue concentrating on NOT orgasming.
Her first orgasm almost shoved me over the edge, but I kept pumping and
she kept working her body back into mine. It was like getting back on
your old horse. As soon as you sit down in that saddle, everything
you've forgotten for years comes back to you. It was as if I was
reliving a 20 year old experience.
Now with her legs wrapped around mine, her hips rotating at warp rpm,
her third climax imminent, I couldn't hold out any longer. When she
dug her nails into my back, threw her hips up to meet mine, became
rigid, air exploded out of her lungs in the form of a pent up cross
between a primal, animal scream bordering on the sound uttered by the
insane tortured by demons, collapsing as though every fiber of her
skeleton was disolved, I emptied into her.
I laid there on top of her, neither of us able to move. While I was
trying to get my breathing back on a readable scale, I noticed that she
was crying. My initial thought, was, "Oh my God, what have I done?".
I have unwittingly raped the one girl in my life that I've always
loved. She will hate me forever now.
Trying to organize a plan to appologize for what I'd done I could only
think of asking why she was crying. Her answer threw me into almost
comical relief. I went from knowing that my sexual cravings had cost
me my closest friend and the one girl that I love in a way no one,
except maybe you, could understand.
Her answer? "You've made me happier tonight than I've been in years".
She was sobbing and holding on to me as tightly as before. Somehow, I
stuttered, out a question and she answered, "I have not been made love
to like that since the last time you and I were in this bed. No one
has ever made me orgasm like this, other than you.".
"I love you so much, I've missed you so much and I've missed this so
much. Sometimes I think about 'us' and the way we were and I have
orgasms just from memory."
As you have probably guessed my erection was long gone and far away the
instant I her her cry. While she was holding me and rubbing my back
and sides, her legs moving up and down on mine and her kissing me
tenderly on the lips something began to happen.
I'm not going to go into that much detail this time, I'm sorry I
rambled on like that. We did make love once more before we went to
sleep with her head on my shoulder.
When we woke up it was because mom was standing at the bottom of the
stairs yelling at us. We both awoke in a panic. She told us to get
bathed and get ready for supper.
She had gotten a ride home with a friend.
When we asked why she didn't call, she told us she saw her friend
there, knew we were tired and dad had slept most of the day. He
wouldn't have been aware that we were there anyway. She'd stayed there
long enough to find out he was out of the woods and would sleep for
quite a while.
After dinner, we all went back to the hospital but as mom had said, he
slept all the while we were there. We stayed for half an hour then
came home.
Mom appologized and explained that she'd not slept soundly since dad
had alerted her to his agony. Evidently about 3:00 the previous
morning. She told us not to worry about going to bed, she knew we were
on a different schedule than they were and to be sure and turn the
lights and tv off when we went to bed.
We were always alone after school since mom and dad both worked. It
gave us a lot of time to learn, as it sounds, very much like you. We
started out with "show me yours and I'll show you mine". We were both
facinated by the difference. I'm not certain of the chronological
order we evolved into actual love making. I call it that becuase it
was not just sex. Some was just sex, but we loved each other deeply.
We did what you are doing but much earlier on. I'm sure she was no
more than 10 when we started. If we waited that long. I remember her
helping me go pee pee, long after I knew how to do it myself. She
always held it for me.
We progressed to washing each other off after we'd peed. Wiping with a
towel and feeling to make sure we were dry. She would kiss mine to
make it better since it was swollen up so often. Then taught me how to
kiss hers to make it feel better too. She lubricated well even then.
I have no idea when, but during one of those sessions I was looking
very closely at hers like you appear to be looking at Heather's. I'd
gotten very much into looking inside her.
I found the little blockage, as you did, and the numerous folds and
crevises you did. I noticed how moist she was inside and felt a
compulsion to taste her liquids. She tasted like a somewhat tart,
chocolate-covered cherry. I noticed that she wiggled around a lot when
I tasted hers. I asked if I'd hurt her. She told me that's she hadn't
felt pain, only a feeling so tingly she couldn't stay still.
I asked if it was ok to do it again. She nodded. I did. The fact
that I had a very intense erection caused me to wonder why? All I'd
done was lick her insides. The more I licked the more she wiggled. It
was a bit humorous to me. I'd lick and she'd wiggle. I'd lick, she'd
wiggle. It was like my introduction to behavioral conditioning. The
more I licked, the more she wiggled, the more she wiggled the wetter
she got inside, the better she tasted.
>From that point on I took a great deal of pleasure in elicting a
conditioned response from her. I also found her clitoris to be
sensitive to tactile stimulation so I applied attention there too.
Licking her clitoris produced a more pronounced affect than just
licking in her hole did. I found that pushing my tongue against it or
just touching it with the tip of my tongue produced similar responses.
What seemed to make her wiggle the most was, pressing my tongue against
her clit then making the tip of it circle it. Licking the folds of her
petite flower clean while accomplishing that.
I'm sure your sister is having orgasms as mine did. You can tell by
the way they move uncontrolably when you are paying that kind of
attention to their 'place'. ( I do like that term)
Before you try putting your finger in her, see how far you can put your
tongue in her. Your tongue is a bit more flexible than your finger and
might create less discomfort for her. Ease it in and retract it at the
slightest sound of displeasure from her.
Tongueing like that is a lot more pleasureable to you and to her than
fingering her. You will both be better rewarded. Her, with the
pleasure she receives, you with the pleasure of knowing you are
producing those unmistakable uncontroled movements those pleasures
produce.
I don't think we ever planned or discussed entering her. I am pretty
sure it only evolved as a epilogue to our experimenting and practicing.
At some point we were doing what you and Heather do, me, on my back,
her sitting astride me as a cabballero would, ready to spur me into
action. Her moving back and forth on it with my head just under her
clitoris. She moved forward and the end of mine raised up into her
opening just enough to feel the warmth and moistness of her elevated
inside body temp. Although she corrected it after a brief rapid
inhalation of air. But that had set the stage.
She would lie on her back and I'd lie between her legs, penis between
her labia moving back and forth. Prior to the incident above, I let my
penis slide over her clitoris pressing against my tummy. Once I'd felt
how warm and moist her insides were, I started rubbing the end of it in
side her labia. Then rubbing it over her clit. I suppose, reflecting,
I had planned to enter her just a little, ever after the above
incident. It was only a matter of time.
I'd opened her up enough that I could get about half of the head of
mine in her without causing pain to her. I know I got confursed,
purposefully or accidently, I still am not sure. But during my probing
mixed intermittantly with pressing her clit with my penis and tummy
moving back and forth, I slipped the end of it in her opening and
pushed not a lot harder than I had before.
She had been opened up enough that the head of my penis was inside her
entirely. It was like it had slipped int past the rim and the rim was
holding it in. She grabbed me with arms and legs and held me as
tightly as possible.
I was in a panic. The foreskin was stretched back and it was very
painful to me. But the pleasure I felt outweighed the pain. I wasn't
about to pull it out and risk the chance of never getting it back
inside her.
Her eyes opened wide and her mouth open to make a silent "OHHHHHHHH".
I was petrified. I thought she was dying. I didn't know what to do.
So I did nothing.
I still don't know, I was always afraid to ask, if she did it on
purpose or just reflex, but her vagina moved up to meet me. It tried
to force more of me into her. Her legs were holding me tightly as were
her arms.
I accepted that as an invitation to proceed. I pushed a little harder
and maybe an 1/8 of an inch went inside. It was very painful to me.
She was so tightly wrapped around the head she was pushing my foreskin
down on the shaft of my penis. It was excrusiatingly pleasant.
I mean, IT HURT but it felt so good, I wasn't about to pull it out. I
was in turmoil I decided the best thing to do was to pull it out just
a little and see if that eased the pressure some. It did. The pain
receded, but she was having none of me pulling out.
She pulled me tighter with her ankles locked behind me and pushed up to
get more of me in her. It worked, but once again, it had stretched my
foreskin to beyond it's elasticity. Once again, I had to pull back
some. We went on like that for, what seemed like hours.
I was making little tiny pulsing moves in and out to ease the pain but
to endure the pleasure. Both of us covered with little bumps and her
body was a bright red. I assume mine was too, but I can't remember
wanting to break my concentration long enough to look.
She started shaking. Her eyes opened up and she looked like a zombie
had walked up behind me. I remember thinking, "mom's home she's
standing behind me, she's going to kill us". I was mistaken. I looked
behind me quickly and saw no one. That's when she started making all
kinds of distorted movements. Her butt raising up/down, moving
sideways, hugging me/pushing me away. Holding me with her ankels
pushing me away with her thighs. I was incapable of fathoming what was
transpiring.
Fear was upon me. "What kind of monster have I released, is she dying,
how am I going to explain this to mom and dad?" Then she held me as
tightly as possible. I was concerned that she was going to hold me so
long I wouldn't be able to breathe again and mom would come home and
find us like that.
That was my introduction to a real orgasm. She told me later that she
had had little samplings of orgasms before but that was the first 'big'
one. I didn't know if she even knew that I'd been inside her. No way
was I going to mention it either. I liked it too much, after the fear
factor was removed. We stayed that way, hugging and not moving. Eyes
closed holding tightly to each other. We both knew we had celebrated
something that was lifechanging. We didn't know the extent it changed
us.
When our breathing slowed down I noticed that my penis was still inside
her little snap latch. I pulled it a little but her vagina resisted.
I pushed a little and felt more of me go into her. Once again her eyes
opened up staring into mine. Neither of us said anything and I pushed
a little deeper into her. I guess my erection had relaxed some and it
was slipping in not a lot, but some, easier. I'd gotten about an inch
maybe an 1/8th more in before she clamped down on it again.
Then I could move about an inch before coming to the point her vagina
closed up on the ring around my penis. That was a lot more
pleasureable for me. I moved in and out that one inch over and over
feeling a pleasure I'd never even considered knowing about. Her
rocking her bottom in rythym with me entering, receding, entering,
receding. As much as I loved ice cream, I preferred this.
Not too much later, the convulsions overtook her and she orgasmed once
again. Tossing me almost off but holding me with ankles and arms.
We rested the same way as before. Her still, me still lying on her
tummy with the end of my penis locked inside her. After another few
minutes, neither of us wanted to stop, she told me we had to get up,
make the bed and let her get cleaned up before mom got home.
While it was happening, it seemed like eternity. Once we stopped, it
seemed even longer, looking back at it, it seemed like only minutes,
but mom was due home in about 20 minutes. We had caused over 2 hours
to disapear.
When I raised up, my penis "popped" coming out of her. As it pulled
free of her enclosure ring, her bottom lifted up as if it were stuck to
my penis, begging not to be set free. It made a noise I will never
forget, one I haven't forgotten yet anyway. Almost a cross of like
when you pull the cork out of a wine bottle and when you lift your boot
out of 6 inches of good wet mud.
As you know, moisture had dripped down her bottom onto the floor. That
wasn't as important as the pain we were both feeling. Her vagina was
sore and spotted with blood with liquids draining down her thighs and
my penis was red, swollen and had been stretched to the ripping stage.
I had parallel cuts on the inside of my foreskin from how tightly her
vagina had resisted my intrusion. Not knowing any better, we put
vasoline on each other's cuts. It did ease the pain for me some.
We washed each other off as quickly as we could, got our home work and
went to our rooms to study. We yelled back and forth to mom when she
got home but didn't go downstairs until dinner was ready.
It was a really good thing that mom had her back to us when we walked
into the kitchen. Neither of us could move with any agility. After we
were seated, mom called dad in. We ate in abject silence. We usually
talk at dinner but no one had anything to say that night.
What complemented that piece of incredible luck was dad had eaten in a
hurry and dashed out to get something from the store and she was doing
dishes when we quietly went upstairs.
Glenda had a bit of trouble walking the next morning. I was ok as long
as I kept vasoline inside my foreskin. She told her teacher that she
was having pains in her tummy and 'down there'. The teacher must have
thought her period was starting and gave her a Midol. That managed to
get her through the day.
Back home that night neither of us said anything at all about the day
before nor did we talk about it for quite a while. We did home work
and watched some TV, but not a word was spoken. What she was doing
differently,was, sitting on the ice bag.