I’d enjoyed my brief tasting of her wet secretions. But this time, the honey flowing out of her pussy was sweeter than anything I could believe would dribble out of a woman. She wailed into the afternoon air as she came harder than I’d ever seen her, and then she toppled over onto her side, gasping for breath.
I lay back with a silly grin on my face, immensely pleased with myself for what I’d done to her. Katie’s eyes were glazed over as she was limp on the floor, still in wonderment at the sensations I’d produced in her.
When she got enough energy to sit up, she eyed my still hard cock hungrily. “Johnny, you are going to get the blowjob of your life. But when I’ve swallowed all your cum, you are going to do that to me AGAIN!”
***
So far, all of our sexual playtime was just that, playtime. We had our fun, but we also had our work lives. While that hour of sucking on Katie’s clit or blowing ropes of jism across her tits was the highlight of my day, looking back I realized that we were just two young adults blowing off our lust and not much beyond that.
Katie was really the only girl I knew, the only one I could trust to experiment with. We both wanted to learn more and were partners in that discovery. But that was all there was to our relationship. There wasn’t anything else more special to it. She was my adoptive sister. She was my friend.
That all changed in the summer.
The two busiest seasons for a farmer are Spring and Fall: Planting and Harvest. Sure, there’s a lot of work to be done in Summer and Winter, but not quite as much. So there’s more time to think and more time for leisure. And once we got past the Spring planting, we took a natural break from our daily lives. And Katie got it in her head to take the next logical step.
We didn’t yet know how much it would change the way we looked at each other.
That afternoon started off just like any other. Katie and I rolled around on the quilt, passionately kissing for fifteen minutes as if there was nothing in the world beyond it. Kissing was fun. Soon, we’d be orally pleasuring each other and there’s just no way to intimately look into each other’s eyes while doing that. So Katie laughed and giggled while my lips massaged her neck and her tongue tickled my ear.
After our makeout session, I gradually took off her dress and underwear. My tongue laved its way around her bosom, spending lots of time on her nipples while my palms roved around the heavy weight of her tits.
Before I got down to eating her pussy, she pulled my shirt off and then dragged my pants and shorts down to my ankles. We turned around in a comfortable pretzel position (which I would later learn is called a sixty-nine) while I got her panties off, leaving us both completely naked.
Gently, she took my cock down into the recesses of her throat, pressing deep down until she had all of me inside of her. Her hips were bobbing above my head, and I clamped down on her asscheeks so I could spear my tongue inside of her clenching channel.
Together, with practiced ease, we brought each other off. Katie dumped two loads of honey into my mouth while I erupted white lava up into her waiting mouth. She drank down every drop.
I lay back and basked in the warm afterglow of my climax while Katie dismounted my face and turned around. Now she knelt between my legs and began to suck on my half-hard pecker once again, readying me for round 2.
So far, everything was per normal. It was a pleasurable routine we’d become familiar with. But then something in the back of my head told me things were going to be different this afternoon. It was a look in her eye. It was as if I could tell Katie wasn’t going to stop at just sucking me today.
My cock got hard in record time, and then Katie stopped and looked at me quizzically. “You know what I want to do, don’t you?”
I nodded just slightly. “I think so.”
“Are you ready?”
“For you? Anytime. Anything you want to do.”
Katie stewed on that for a moment, dropping her head back down to continue licking the big vein along the bottom of my shaft. Then, apparently satisfied that I was as hard as I was going to get, she moved up my body. Katie laid her naked form atop me and leaned in to spear her tongue into my mouth. We just kissed for a few minutes, but my pecker also started twitching on its own every time one of Katie’s thighs would rub up against it.
And so with an eager but worried expression, Katie got to her knees, spread her thighs apart, and took my rod into her cool hands. I found that I was trembling with anticipation. By now, I’d seen this happening with our farm animals, but never really imagined it happening to me. I wasn’t sure what it would be like. But instinctively, I knew I was going to like it. Especially if it had anything to do with Katie.
I watched her spread her nether lips, and then carefully placing my mushroom head between them, she slowly lowered her body onto me. She was so wet already, and the head glided in between her folds easily. She was tight, oh, so tight, and our progress was slow. But she gritted her teeth then pressed downwards, and I felt her inner folds parting to let me pass.
I was about halfway in when we hit a barrier. Katie was already moaning and squirming trying to shove me in even deeper. And the pressure on me was so intense.
Katie just tried wriggling around a bit further before I simply grabbed her hips in my hands and pulled sharply, thrusting my way through and burying myself to the hilt.
Katie gasped in pain, tears bubbling at the corners of her eyes as she threw her head back and tried not to scream. But even as her body tried to adjust to my invasion, her hips were already gyrating in my lap while I made short little thrusts with the springiness of the hay beneath us. I couldn’t help myself, this was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced, and I couldn’t keep still if my life depended on it.
After a minute or two of this short rolling, some of the good feelings started to flow into Katie’s head, and she really began to move with me. Planting her feet, she reached her hands up to squeeze onto my pecs, and started to ride me.
“Mmm… Johnny, this feels so good!” she exclaimed.
Up and down she bounced, reveling in the feeling of my shaft sliding inside and out of her pussy. Once I realized she was no longer in pain, I threw caution to the wind and really started to jackhammer her body onto me.
“Oh, Katie!” I gasped. “Katie!”
Little moans and groans were escaping our mouths every moment, and the sweat poured across both our bodies with the exertion. We were truly fucking at this point, Katie’s hair bouncing and her tits bouncing even more. She ground her hips against me, and then a few thrusts later she squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her hands over her mouth, doing her best to stifle a scream as she felt her first sex orgasm detonate in her body. “Mm… mm… NNGH!”
A fresh layer of lubrication was dumped into my lap, and then my rod was slipping and sliding more easily into her, so I just sped up my thrusting. My thighs were burning, my hands cramping from holding her hips so tight, but I didn’t care. When her pussy muscles really started to spasm around my shaft as her second orgasm overtook her, I hit my pleasure limit.
“KATIE!” I grunted.
My own head was thrown back as I slammed Katie’s body down onto me one last time, and I held her pinned there, as deep as I could go when the end of my pecker simply blew apart, and I filled her still twitching pussy with my cum.
When we’d both come down from our respective highs, Katie leaned forwards and kissed me deeply. When we finally separated enough, we just looked at each other as if for the first time. I had always been in love with her. A family kind of love. But now I felt real love — romantic, passionate love — for Katie flaming inside me.
***
Everything in our entire lives was starting to change. I used to think of things in terms of full seasons: Planting season, harvest season. Now I was thinking in terms of hours. How much time could I spend with Katie today? How many more hours until I could see her again?
I was totally, head-over-heels, in love with her.
I once asked her, “Are we supposed to be doing this? I mean, you’re my sister.”
“Probably not,” she replied. Then she punched my shoulder, “But we both know you’re not really my brother. I just love you more than anyone in the world.”
“Me too.”
That was all I knew how to express that love verbally. I’d never learned the ways of being romantic, of wooing a woman. But I knew in my heart how much I loved Katie. And I was pretty sure she loved me in the same way.
We expressed that love physically every chance we could get, sneaking away for little quickies at every opportune moment. In the past, we had our usual afternoon time. But now, that wasn’t enough anymore. I fucked her before breakfast. I fucked her after breakfast. I fucked her during the mid-morning break. At night, she’d sneak up into the barn loft. You get the idea.
We tried new positions, and new places around the farm. We fucked on the tractor. We fucked in the shed. We fucked in the hen house with Katie trying to shriek louder than the chickens were squawking. We even had a quickie on the kitchen table when we were convinced we couldn’t get caught. Each day, when the Masters settled in for their afternoon nap, we invariably were up hidden somewhere, rutting at each other like wild animals. I especially liked riding her from behind like an animal, pounding away at her while we both looked out across the blue sky through a barn loft window.
The Masters must have noticed we were acting differently around each other. I was quite distracted from my normal duties, and Master often found me daydreaming; but this time neither of them said a thing about it. I found Master’s silence more telling than his reprimands had been when Katie and I first started masturbating each other.
I suppose the Masters were getting on in age and in health. I suppose neither one begrudged us our budding romance. Besides, Katie and I were getting old enough to take over the farm.
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