Literotic asexstories – Competitive Family Ch. 01 by Neradark,Neradark Hello, readers! First, apologise since english is not my main language, and some errors could have escaped from my review. If you feel they can break the reader’s immersion, please tell me and I’ll fix it as soon as I can. Also, this is a pretty long story which depicts incest (although we’re talking about step-family, there are also scenes within related blood), a very big cock and insane amounts of cum. If you are not into these kinds of things, then this story is not for you. Otherwise, welcome, and if you like it, don’t forget to leave a rating and a comment!
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I don’t know how to start with this, because most of you will think that I’m delusional, or a pervert, or both, so I guess I’ll start from the beginning. “But Elrik,” you’ll say, “who the fuck are you and why do you think I care about your story?”. Well, keep reading and we’ll find out.
My name is Elrik, and I’m a 22 year old student. I’ve always liked movies, cinema in general, from old classics to more modern films. However, don’t think of me as some kind of nerd who spends most of his time in the library, reading about cinema directors and questions about movies to win my next Trivia game. Well, in fact, I did all of that, but I also like spending some time in the gym. I’m a pretty muscular guy, nothing very notorious, people wouldn’t turn their heads in the street because of me, but I was capable of lifting some heavy weights. Nevertheless, everything has to be said, I wasn’t lean enough to have six pack abs. By the moment this story takes place, I was (and I am still) working on that.
I live with my step-mom, Sarah. She married my dad when I was pretty young, and then one day my dad suddenly left us. Yes, he abandoned us. His own son (and his newly married wife). Or, at least, that’s what I’ve been told. Anyway, we’ve always been very close to the other members of her family, since my step-uncle also abandoned my step-aunt when my step-cousin (I’m just going to avoid the word “step” from now on, you’re warned) was a baby. I guess that’s what happens when you are a man that wants to have a child and you’re too young to think about the consequences. In this case, Mary paid those consequences.
Mary, who was my aunt (I told you I would avoid the word), was a 44 year old teacher in the University. I’ve never known exactly what she taught, since she is pretty clever and I know she’s taught other subjects sometimes. My cousin, Christina (but everyone just calls her Tina), is just 2 years older than me, but as I told you before, we all are very close.
My mom had to travel very often, as she was a 38 year old businesswoman with a pretty important position in a big pharma company (yes, I know the details of her job, but I don’t want to bore you with irrelevant facts), so when she had to go out I just spent the weekends at my aunt’s place. Tina and I were very close, and we had common interests: she liked cinema as much as I did, and we were more the type of people who prefer to spend the nights playing video games or watching TV rather than hanging out to get drunk. We also played table games sometimes, and we were both very competitive: we hate losing, and we’ll even cheat to get what we want. But I think that was something coming from the family culture, since our moms sometimes had shown that same toxic competitiveness.
Now that you know the “who”, maybe it’s time to start with the “what” and “when”. It all started a weekend in which my aunt had to go out of town, as she had a meeting with the University council to do whatever-they-do-in-those-meetings, so Tina and I had the whole house for us. We already had dinner, and we were choosing which movie to watch that night while we washed our plates.
“You know, sometimes I get… somewhat bored of always doing the same…,” she said, looking at me kind of worried. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m getting bored of you or whatever, I love watching movies, but I feel like we could add something to make it funnier.”
“What do you mean? Like a game or something?” I replied. We stood there in silence, both of us thinking. “If we only liked to get drunk, the answer would be pretty obvious.”
“Yeah, but we do not, and I’m… I mean, I want to do something more… risky, maybe? I mean, we never go out, my friends are ok but I find them kind of childish and always blushing whenever someone says penis in a sentence. I want to do something fun.”
I laughed, since I remember she explained to me one day that exact anecdote, and I remember, too, how she texted me so frustrated about it.
“Do you have any idea in mind, maybe?” I asked. She seemed kind of wanting to redirect the conversation somewhere. I knew she liked playing games, but only if there was something to win at the end. So I knew which type of game she would want to play: a competition of some kind, and a reward for the one who won that would (possibly) humiliate the loser.
“Well… maybe… nah,” she suddenly said, “you wouldn’t want to do it. I know you’re a pretty big guy but I don’t think you’re that bold.”
Oh, lord, when she said that… Did I tell you I’m a competitive person? Well, we both were the same, and we would do anything if anyone challenged us. I remember my mom asking me that typical question: “And if your friends jumped from a bridge, would you do it?” And I always answered the same: “Only if they challenge me”.
“Now you’re being a prick. Just say it, and we’ll do it. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m sure it’s not even that bold,” I replied, with the intention to provoke her.
“Oh, so you don’t think I can do something that bold? You know what? Forget about what I was going to say, you’re screwed. We’re going to play a competition so bold you’ll want to run directly to your bed and cry,” she said, with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked again.
“Yeah!” she replied. She frowned at me, and then… silence was made.
Both of us were thinking of something incredibly crazy, so crazy that would make the other one just say “no”. But you know, we were going to play while watching a movie, because movies were sacred for us on a Friday night, so that was not going to change. And… Well, there are not that many “bold” things you can play while watching a movie. Suddenly, though, her eyes opened wide.
“What? Did you come finally with something so bold I’ll want to run directly to my bed and cry?” I said, repeating that part with sneer. She smiled at me, and I felt slightly worried.
“We’re going to masturbate while we watch the movie,” she suddenly said. “Yeah, that’s the game.” My mouth was wide open, as she left me without words.
“What…? What do you mean, masturbate? I mean, how? I mean, like… we’re going to see each other like… doing it? And the movie won’t even be a por-”
“So you’re going to run to your room, finally,” her smile widened..
“No, not at all. We’re doing it,” I finally said. Her smile suddenly dropped, and I saw the fear in her eyes, but words were said, promises were made, and now if one of us backed down, that would be remembered for ages.
My eyes looked at her differently from what I was used to, until then. Don’t get me wrong, I knew she was beautiful, I’m not blind. She was pretty short and thin (she barely reached the height of my shoulders), but she definitely had material to wear a good cleavage and make the most religious man turn over. In fact, she usually wore a short tank top showing her pierced belly button. She had some female power, and she knew it, and she was no saint either. Her thighs and glutes were also in shape, since she had the same obsession as I did with the gym – but she was just more consistent with the diet.
However, I usually saw her at her place, with my aunt present at all times, and she usually wore her pyjama, which was a light blue fluffy pyjama set. The only erotic thing you could think about while looking at that came when she was cold and her hard nipples showed slightly through the clothes, but that didn’t happen that often (or, at least, I didn’t look at her boobs that often).
“Okay, then,” she said. “The game is simple: the first one to orgasm, loses. The reward… the reward will be cleaning the other’s room. Next weekend. No matter what we find, no matter how bad it is, we’re cleaning the whole room… so you better come ready with all the cleaning stuff.” I looked at her, and we both nodded. “I’m going to grab a blanket because I don’t want you to look at me while I’m doing it… and I don’t want to see you. I’ll let you decide the movie this time,” and she left the kitchen.
Some minutes later – more than I thought it would take to grab a blanket – she came back, but to my surprise there was something different about her. She was wearing a black shirt with very thin suspenders, with a big cleavage that let me see the silhouette of the beginning of her breasts. It looked like a pretty thin fabric, like (artificial) silk, since I could already see the shape of her nipples through it although they weren’t fully hard. Her shorts were part of the same set, so they matched with the shirt. She looked at me, folding her arms, with a blue blanket on one hand, only making her boobs to be more prominent through the cleavage.
“What? Did you think I was going to be able to touch myself in that pyjama? I would have to almost undress to do so, and I would be sweating before we get to the half of the movie,” she said.
But I knew she was not telling all the truth. She knew we were not real cousins, and she also knew that I was a young man, and that she had weapons in her power that could make her win the fight. This was a competition, and she wanted to win, so she would go all-in.
I looked at my outfit, a plain, boring long sleeve pyjama with some random words on it. The only weapon I had was the fabric, which was not very thick, so maybe (and only maybe) I could flex some muscles or try to make my cock insinuate a bit through the clothes. But that was not a very good movement, as I was sure she wouldn’t even look at it, and even worse if we were going to be covered by a blanket so all our lower parts would be hidden. I would have to watch the movie and focus on it as hard as I could if I didn’t want to be disadvantaged.
The look of her, however, made my cock twitch a bit under my pants, and she glanced at it very quickly when she noticed the movement. She raised an eyebrow, but she quickly headed to the sofa with the blanket in her hands.
“I hope you’ve already chosen the movie for tonight, as I want to see your face when you lose the bet.”
“Well,” I replied, “I think the result of this night will surprise you, and yes, for your information I’ve already chosen the movie. We’re watching King Arthur, from Guy Ritchie.”
She looked at me, and was about to say something, but she finally nodded. I knew one of the actors in that movie was her favourite actor, and she had told me some (long) time ago that she had had wet dreams with him. She played her cards, I had to play mine, too.
We started to watch the movie, blanket over our bodies, pretty reluctant at the beginning, with her at my right side. I began to see a repetitive movement under the blanket in her lower parts, as the movie went forward, and so did I. At the beginning, of course, I was pretty soft so my hand movements were almost impossible to see if you didn’t look at it directly, but as time went on, I was getting pretty hard, and things started to make the blanket rise. I remember her face when she saw how much length my hand moved up and down, but she quickly focused again on the movie with a funny face, chuckling, as if she thought I was exaggerating.
Truth being said, I was not a virgin, but I only had one single experience with sex. A very bad one. I had a very big cock, just like that. My hand could not fully circle it in girth, and when I was fully hard I could fit three hands and a half (of mine) between my glans and the base. But, before you say “lucky guy”, just imagine a virgin poor girl seeing that for the first time.
I had been seeing a girl some years ago for quite a long time, and I was quite afraid of sex since I didn’t want to disappoint her. I had gone down on her multiple times, but I wouldn’t let her touch me since I had the feeling I would ejaculate the second she did it. But finally, one day, we were onto it. And I remember being fully hard, her eyes wide open, her hands around my cock, being able to circle it only using both of her hands at the same time. First, lust and desire; then, pain, problems, erection issues when we had spent more time trying to make things work than really doing anything sex related and stimulating at all and, finally, realisation, shame and discomfort.
She left and didn’t talk to me again, as if I had done something wrong. I guess in my lack of experience I didn’t do things correctly, and maybe I forced things a bit too far, or not far enough, or maybe it was something I said, or the fact that at the end I ended up with a big piece of meat hanging soft between my legs with her completely naked in my bed. Whatever the reason was, it made me fear sex from then on, it made me remember her disappointed face each time I flirted with a girl, and I never had sex again. And I hadn’t even reached the point of ejaculation, which was another of my main fears as I didn’t know how a girl would react to that. But don’t want to bore you with too many details.
Back to the blanket scene, now I guess you get why she was surprised when she saw the blanket rise so high, and my hand taking more than a second to go up through what she guessed was my shaft.
“Just for the sake of fairness,” she suddenly said, “we’re not allowed to stop at any time, and we cannot reduce the pace too much. We’ve got to be fair, here, and if I’m going to orgasm, I’m going to orgasm without stopping or slowing down, and I hope you do the same.”
Her look was serious, and I nodded, noticing how her nipples were now fully visible through the clothes. I didn’t know if she had stimulated them while I was watching the movie, but that look made my cock – and the blanket – twitch. She noticed that, and I saw a smirk drawing in her face.
After a while, a bit more than half of the movie had already played, and I could feel our breathing accelerating. Maybe we were not close enough yet, but things were starting to get hot. There was a dark blue spot right on the tip of my penis, and it was getting bigger every minute the session went on. The precum oozing from my tip made the blanket stick to it like glue, and every movement I made with my hand made the blanket follow it, and I saw multiple times how Tina looked at it and looked so confused. Now it was me who chuckled.
When only 20 minutes of the movie were left, I saw Tina pinching her nipples, and breathing faster with each hand move. I started to hear her moan with a very low voice, but she was moaning without any doubt. And that made me go from “I can win this” to “I’m going to cum in under a minute”. She moaned again, this time louder.
“Fuck, I think I’m… I’m close… how are you doing?” Her arm was moving non-stop under the blanket, looking at me with undeniable pleasure on her face. I could hear over the TV that sticky, wet sound of her fingers going fast around her sex. That, combined with her face and her words about how close she was, made me get even closer than a second ago.
“I’m…,” I tried to control my lust, watching her face and her hand and imagining what was going on under the soft layer of cloth that kept me from seeing that. I swallowed. “I’m close, too. But I’m going to win, no doubt about that.”
My cock began to twitch faster, letting more and more precum flow through the blanket.
She looked at my cock, and licked her lips. “I have some doubts about that… I can see that thing seems eager to let it all out.”
“Well, I can hear you’re already letting it all out, so maybe we find out who is the winner before we thought,” I said, faking a confidence I obviously didn’t have. Truth is, I wouldn’t be able to last more than a minute or two more if I kept that pace (even less if I kept looking at her about to cum).
Trying not to be very obvious, I kept my hand going up and down, moving it a bit away from my cock so it wouldn’t touch it. Tina, however, was looking at me, and I guess she saw a change in my expression, maybe relief, or something else betrayed me. Maybe I was not as subtle as I thought.
She was panting, her hard nipples poking through the clothes, and half of her left breast was out of the pyjama. I didn’t know if she just hadn’t noticed or she was doing that to get a reaction from me. She moaned again, and again, but then she just grabbed the blanket with her left hand and she threw it over the floor, revealing my big cock, full hard, with my hand far from it. Her right hand was still on her pussy, going like crazy, without stopping.
“I knew you stopped… stopped mastur-ah-bating, you filthy motherf-,” but then she suddenly stopped, and I saw her face, eyes wide open, just like her mouth, looking at my cock, all pumped, its many veins full of blood, pointing at the ceiling, with its slightly bent down shape, twitching, throbbing as I was closer than I would like to recognise, and oozing precum, falling like a small river following all the way down to the base, forming a puddle in my abdomen.
“Oh, my god…,” she said. Her right hand stopped the movement on her pussy, soaking wet and clearly pulsating. She looked at me again. Her eyes were slightly closed, her mouth completely opened, and she was trying to grasp some air, although with difficulty.
“No… not now, no, no please,” she closed her eyes, panting, “oh, fuck… no, nononono…,” another moan, she bit her lip, hyperventilating, “you fucking chea-ah… teeer… I’m… I’m… oh, no…,” she opened her eyes again. I saw a slight fear in her face, the type of expression you make when you realised you forgot something. “The blanket… get me… the bla-ah-ank… ah… get the… cover me… quick… ah… ah, fuck… I can’t… here it comes…”
And although she had been trying to hold it, although she was looking at me asking for mercy with her eyes, although she had stopped some seconds ago from fingering herself, her legs began to shake, my eyes locked on her pussy and the wet stain she had all over her pants and the sofa under her. A waterfall released slowly through her labia, wetting even more all the fabric under her, and suddenly quick and short jets of fluids began to fly across the room, hitting the walls, the TV and the floor.
She screamed, she gasped, she orgasmed while she looked at me, my eyes locked on her, her hips moving up and down, and her hand, paralyzed until that moment, finally giving in to the temptation of that pleasure, fingering herself quickly and rubbing her pussy, as more jets of fluids flew in front of me, but this time they were pretty much longer and more powerful.
It was like seeing a fountain gone wild, and with her hip movements the fluids went all over the floor, to the wall, and finally went up in the air to fall all over her body, splashing me, just to start all over again for another round, dancing with the melody of her now breathless voice, while her breasts bounced back and forth with every spasm and her nipples tried to get the spotlight of my attention.
She kept moaning, pushing with her legs like a hip thrust, displacing her body against the back of the sofa, bending her upper back in response to her push. Her left hand grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple while her right hand kept pleasuring her without truce. She finally got the strength to inhale deep enough and let out a loud moan.
As her hips kept drawing circles in the air, fucking her soaked hand, wishing there was something bigger suspended in the nothingness to engulf it inside her, she started slapping her pussy pretty hard. With each slap came out a loud and short moan, and then the fluid streams finally began to slowly debilitate, each one weaker than the previous. Her voice, now a weak and thin sound in the air, singing disjointed melodies that made no sense and had no intention to sound beautiful.
Her body fell, empty of any trace of energy, but still shaking between the wet fabric of the sofa, all soaked. Her breathing was deep, interrupted by weak tremors that went all over her body, weak moans escaping through her lips. I saw her looking at me. It was an angry face, but she was still trying to recover and it didn’t look as angry as I’m sure she intended, it was more like a confused face. I could only hear her say, over and over again:
“You fucking… cheater…”
* * *
We spent three hours cleaning everything that night (have you ever tried to clean a sofa that has no cover on it?). She didn’t want to talk to me, and when she had no choice, she would end up all her sentences with “you fucking cheater”. Once we finished cleaning, we went to sleep, and I couldn’t avoid thinking that, with this one, I had had two sex experiences. Two different sex experiences in total, two different complete failures. And with this thought, I closed my eyes, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
* * *
Tina and I were having breakfast in the kitchen. Silence was only interrupted by the sounds of our cutlery hitting our almost empty plates, and the tension in the air between us was pretty obvious. Finally, Tina sighed and talked.
“We did it wrong, yesterday night,” she said.
“Tina, I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to… I mean, I hope this won’t make things wei-”
“Shut the fuck up and listen, you fucking cheater.” I obeyed, and looked at her with sorrow. “We cannot have a fair competition if we’re in control of our own handicaps. I mean, it could only be fair if we used some kind of machine that wasn’t affected by our moods and… lust.” I looked at her, as I didn’t know what to say. “What I’m saying is: we’re going to repeat it tonight.”
“Wha-?” I began to say, but she looked me dead in the eye and I shut up.
“You, mister, are a fucking cheater, so you have nothing to say in this. Yesterday you cheated, and I… Well, you saw something that I’ve never shown to anybody and, although it was a possibility, you wouldn’t have seen it if you played fair. And because you cheated, we had to spend THREE FUCKING HOURS cleaning all the mess I… we made.”
“That’s not fair. It wasn’t me who squirted all over the room. You’re right, I cheated, but it was you who made the mess, and I helped you clean it. I think we’re even.”
“Do I have to remind you that if I had the blanket over me when I fucking squirted it would have been much more nicer to clean? Do I have to remind you WHY the blanket was not where it was supposed to be?”
She was getting angrier and louder with every question so, again, I said nothing. She was kind of right, at the end.
“We’re going to do it again tonight,” she continued, “and this time you’re going to masturbate me, and I’m going to masturbate you.” I opened my mouth, but I thought about it again and let her continue. “Unless you want to go running to your bed, crying like a child, and clean my room next weekend, of course.” She smiled.
“Fuck it, and fuck you, we’re doing it tonight, then!” I said, annoyed. “Same movie?”
“Same movie.”
“Oh, and Tina?”
“Yeah?”
“I know this time there won’t be any blanket covering us… but make sure to bring one, because I’m not going to lose, and I won’t help you clean it afterwards.”
* * *
We were in the same position, and I was wearing the same pyjamas. She, however, was wearing a similar one, but blue, as the other one was soaked wet.
Everything was ready. The movie was already playing on the TV, and we had dried and put back the sofa cover. It was as if no one had fingered herself until reaching such an orgasm that flooded the room the night before.
We were also kind of tense, of course. The night before there was a blanket covering our moves. We didn’t have to look at each other. But that was different. We had to look, touch, tease. We wanted to win, and to win we had to go all in. We had to make the other go crazy, as fast as we could. But no one wanted to make the first move.
“What if…,” Tina said, “I mean, what if we start as we did yesterday? You play with yourself, I play with myself… we get into the mood, and once we’re ready then we can… maybe… just… er… switch hands?”
I nodded. It was a good idea, and it would make things easier, although I was still kind of nervous. What would happen if I lost that night? And I was not thinking about cleaning her room, I was thinking about reaching the point-of-no-return and not being able to stop since I wouldn’t be the one stroking my cock. I couldn’t slow down if she didn’t want to.
I saw Tina’s right hand sliding through her pants, and making circular movements around her inner thighs. After just a moment, she was fingering herself. To my surprise, and even with the movie on, I heard the sound of her humidity when she spread her labia and slid her fingers inside. She let a weak moan escape through her lips.
I grabbed my cock and began caressing it over the pyjamas’ trousers, which quickly began to twitch and to grow because of the thought of Tina fingering herself next to me. It didn’t take long before my cock was almost hard, and the trousers couldn’t hold it anymore. I grabbed my trousers’ elastic and let my cock free, swinging, already with some precum droplets falling and landing on the sofa because of the inertia of the movement. Tina looked at it again, surprised.
“Oh, fuck…,” I heard her say quietly. “You know? I would have never said you had… well, this thing under your legs. I mean, I’m surprised I haven’t seen it or noticed it before, taking into account the amount of time we spend together.” Her hand kept moving under her pants, making wet noises.
I smiled. “Well, I usually wear some tight underwear even with my pyjamas when I’m here. I didn’t want you or your mom to notice it. And, of course, I avoid anything that could make me get this hard… or harder.”
“Harder? It’s not even fully hard?” she said, opening her mouth, surprised. She approached me a bit more.
“Well, it’s pretty hard right now, but it’s not at its full. It can go harder than this with a bit of time and stimulation,” I said, looking and pointing at my bent cock.
“Stimulation?” she said, but her voice suddenly sounded different. Her voice sounded playful. I looked at her, and saw her left hand grabbing her cleavage and opening it wider, making her left, big breast fully pop out. “Stimulation… like this?”
She began caressing her nipple with her finger, and it was getting harder and harder with each rub. She moaned again without holding her back. Her voice sounded now lustful. “Stimulation like this? Ah…,” she moaned again as I saw her right hand increase the pace and length of her movements, making a wet clapping sound with the palm of her hand against her pelvis, hearing how wet she was each time her fingers crossed the sacred limit between her thighs. “Ah…,” she moaned again, “like this, you say?”
She looked at me, and looked at my cock again, which was already at its hardest point from watching that scene. She was beautiful and I had never seen her like that, but that slutty mood and voice she had just shown at that moment made me go crazy and burn with desire, and my cock made sure to make it visible.
My cock twitched with every heartbeat, engorged, the glans full of blood, pointing at the ceiling with the help of my hand that travelled up and down the shaft. The pump made the thick veins draw rivers of blue across the whole length and girth. She looked at it, and laughed.
“Really, men are so easy to get into the mood. I just have to play a little to get whatever I want from you.”
“Well, that may be true, but I know I only have to make this,” and I stroked my cock harder, closing my grip and travelling from the base to the top, making a huge river of precum flow from the tip and the veins to go incredibly thicker, “to make you want something from me.”
She rolled her eyes and then looked at me, bit her lower lip, smiling, and then her left hand slipped inside her pants and made some movements, to finally come out again, shining with the light of the TV, her fingers covered in her fluids.
Slowly, her soaked hand approached my member. I was paralyzed, I didn’t know where that security came from when I said my last statement, but it was all gone, now. I could hear my heart inside my head. My cock, throbbing harder every time. She finally grabbed it, looking at me as if she was waiting for some confirmation. I lowered my hand, taking it out of her way, looked at her and nodded. She began to stroke it, softly, without putting too much pressure, using the mix of her fluids and mine as the lubricant.
Her tiny hand could barely circle half of it, and I felt her tiny fingers run across my veins, following their silhouette with each stroke. She moaned, and then her right hand left her pants and grabbed my right hand. She approached it to her mouth, and sucked my fingers.
“Maybe you want to do something with these fingers of yours, you fucking cheater,” she said with a smirk. “Or maybe don’t, as you wish, this will be easier than I thought, at the end.”
I left all of my insecurities out, and introduced my hand inside her pants. My fingers caressed her clitoris softly at the beginning, increasing speed with each of her moans. And I don’t know if this was normal or not, but I could swear she was like a fucking sea down there. Each of my movements made a loud noise because of her fluids, flooding her pussy and panties, making my fingers swim in water.
She suddenly stopped stroking my cock. “Wait a minute,” she said, as she got up from the sofa and removed her socks and her panties. “This will make things a bit easier.” She then bent over me, and grabbed my pants, which were already half down. Doing so, I felt her breath close to the tip of my cock. That feeling made me moan, and my cock reacted, throbbing and throwing a heavy jet of precum right to her lips, and another one to her chin when she tilted back her head. Another weaker stream of cum died at my tip, and with the rest of my precum began to swim down slowly, with part of them still connected to her skin by a thread of clear sperm. She looked at me, with an eyebrow raised.
“I guess… I won? I thought you were going to last longer,” she said.
I looked confused as I didn’t understand the question, but then it clicked. “Oh, no, no. I haven’t orgasmed yet. This is just precum.”
“Don’t be a cheater again, this is fucking cum. It’s thick, and it’s a fucking lot to be precum. You just let out two ropes right to my lips,” she noticed the precum still on them, and she licked it, and continued talking, “and I’ve had sex enough times to know what precum and cum look like.”
“Believe me, Tina. I wouldn’t dare to cheat again. This is just precum.” She frowned at me. “If you want to stop, that’s alright for me, just lay down and watch the movie while I finger you until you squirt like a fountain again. Meanwhile, you’ll see that my cock hasn’t softened a bit because I haven’t ejaculated yet, and you’ll know you’ve lost. But that’s your decision. Now, please, sit down again and spread your legs wide open. I have a bet to win.”
She looked at me suspiciously, but finally sat down again. She cleaned the precum from her chin with her hand, and licked it, with a face of approval. I didn’t quite understand what that meant, but I guess the taste wasn’t that bad for her. She came closer to me, getting in the same position as before. I grabbed her nipple and pinched it, making it go fully hard in a matter of seconds, and at the same time she hit my arm. I laughed, and slowly began to caress her chest, rubbing her nipple and going down her stomach until I reached her pussy, now without any piece of cloth blocking my sight. She grabbed my cock, completely wet from the precum, and began stroking it again.
Minutes went by, and I have to say it obviously didn’t have anything to do with our previous experience. Not a full hour of the movie had gone by, and we were already soaked and panting. She bit her lip every now and then, her breathing was irregular and I felt her pussy throbbing around my fingers depending on my moves. That was how I guessed how close she was.
But she, on the other hand, had more experience than me in sex. She knew better how these things worked, and had my whole cock in her hand and could feel it throbbing, shaking, pumping blood with each of my breaths. She could hear me trying to hold my moans. I was closer this time than she was. And she completely knew that.
“Oh, god…,” she said. “The look of that big cock of yours, ah…,” she moaned. “Makes me want to taste it, put it in my mouth, lick it, and swallow all of your seed and leave you dry inside. Let you cum over my boobs… I know you like them,” she grabbed her right breast and squeezed it, pinching her nipple, “I’ve seen how you look at them…”
That filthy bitch. She knew what she was doing. She moaned, loudly, multiple times, taking her hand off of my cock and licking it, all soaked with my precum, and using it to stroke me again.
“Oh, god… this is so bad… but I want it. I want it inside me, tearing me apart,” she moaned again. “I want you to cum… to cum all over me, over my chest, over my mouth, filling my insides…” She then used her right hand to grab mine, which was trying to keep the pace going in and out of her, and began to move it, guiding its movements, faster and deeper. “Oh, fuck… do you hear that?” It was like the sound of something splatting in a puddle. All wet, all humid. I could feel my fingers going as far as they could, hitting her pubis with my palm and splashing droplets all around each time my hand met her warm body. I was about to explode. “I want you to feel my pussy throbbing around your shaft when you make me cum, whe-”
“Ok, stop, stop!” I said, suddenly. I felt myself going crazy, close to letting it all out, and I could not let that happen. But she ignored me. “Stop, please, don’t… ah…,” I arched my back and squeezed my glutes when I felt a burning sensation, “don’t make me do this…” I was getting closer and closer. My dick began to throw jets of precum, getting ready for the big release. One, two, three, four threads of fluids were shot, her face showing a mix of surprise and lust, my cock throbbing and swinging almost without control, only held back by her hand.
Without a warning, I stood up, getting away from her and her hand. My cock twitched in the air, sending big and thick drops of pre-seminal fluid up and down, staining the floor, the sofa and her knee. I saw her face, first confused, then offended, and then angry.
“You win, don’t worry, you win. I won’t cheat this time, this is not cheating. I just… you win. I’ll clean your room next week, I promise,” I said before she tried to kill me, as it seemed she wanted to.
“What the fuck, Elrik? I mean, what the actual fuck? First you cheat, and now when you’re going to lose, you just back out?” She got up from the sofa, clearly angry. “I just… I just can’t, right now. What the actual fuck, Elrik?” Raising her arms with resignation, she turned away from me.
I didn’t understand why she got so upset. I mean, I did understand it, but at the end she had already won and that should have calmed her down, at least a bit. But it didn’t, and I didn’t know what to say. My cock was still hard, pointing directly at her, only a few inches away, and I could see a clear and thick thread of fluid falling between her thighs, shining wet reflecting the light of the TV screen.
All of a sudden, she turned to me again. “You’re going to cum tonight, Elrik, or I’ll change my name to Sophia.” Fear just came to me when I saw that look in her eyes. She had made a decision, and she’d do anything to make it come true.
She grabbed my cock, and began stroking it again, harder and faster than before. I quickly took two steps back, making her hand slip from me.
“Please, Tina, I… I can explain, but you don’t want me to ejaculate, believe me…”
She saw the sorrow in my eyes and felt it in my voice, and she seemed to relax a bit. She looked at me, waiting for me to explain, but as it was taking me some time, she urged me. “Then, explain yourself. Tell me why it is that I don’t want you to ejaculate. I remind you that you saw me yesterday do the same. It’s only fair if we balance things out.”
The movie was still playing in the background.
“I just… look I…” I didn’t know how to explain it, since I was pretty ashamed of that. Even though we were very close, and we talked about everything (including, sometimes, our affairs with other people), we never got too detailed, and I never explained to her what happened that night. But I had to, now.
“I was dating a girl and… well, I know you’ve had sex multiple times, and you know how all of this works and so on… but I don’t. People… tend not to like what I have between my legs. They crave it in fantasies, but once we get to the point… they get disappointed. And this is only the beginning.” I saw the look in her eyes, and it was free from anger. I’d say I was seeing some empathy in those pupils. “You’ve seen how much precum comes out of it. When I ejaculate, things get messy. Things get dirty. Too messy, too dirty. I don-”
“You mean like squirting like a fountain for a full minute in a room full of furniture in front of my cousin?” she interrupted me. She now had a weird expression on her face. She was grabbing her arm with her hand, as if she was shy because of something.
“Even worse, Tina. I just don’t want you to get upset. Don’t want you to be afraid. Don’t want you to look at me and think of me as some kind of weirdo. I thought I could win, that’s why I accepted… well, and because you know too well how to provoke me,” I said, smiling, “but otherwise I would have never accepted the bet. I just… I don’t want to look at another disgusted or disappointed face because of who… of what I am…”
She came closer to me, looking directly at my eyes softly, and I saw some tears in her eyes. Her hands, still a bit sticky but almost dry, grabbed my hair gently and pulled me against her face.
“Do you think I’d be able to look at you that way? Do you really think I could?” she asked me. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled me closer and kissed my lips.
Her mouth gently opened, making mine do the same, and her tongue found its way across my teeth to find my tongue, inviting it to dance together. I moved away a bit.
“What are you-?” I began to ask, whispering, but she put a finger over my lips to shut me up.
“You’re going to cum tonight, Elrik. I want you to cum. I know what will happen. I know what to expect. You and I are very similar in lots of things, and I didn’t expect this to be one of them. But it is, and I like it. So I want you to cum,” she grabbed again my cock, which was half soft already, and caressed its top with her fingers, “and I want you to do it whenever you want to. I want you to relax and let yourself go. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She kissed me again and then moved away while still holding my gaze. She opened her legs a bit and stood on tiptoe, and got even closer, making my dick to go through her thighs, caressing her wet labia in the journey. She circled my neck with her arms, and began to move her hips in and out like a dancer, still her eyes fixed on mine, and I could feel all her wetness soaking my veins down there.
She took a step away, and continued dancing over my cock. The tip, however, stopped when she came closer and it took a slight detour, finding itself hitting a wet wall. She looked at me, and pressed a bit harder against me. I could feel her labia opening, part of my tip inside of her, as she moaned and began panting.
“This… we shouldn’t do this.” She closed her eyes, trying to win an argument against herself. She moaned, and made a bit more pressure against me, making half of the head of my dick to go in, wet, spreading her labia apart. “No… not today, big boy,” she said, and she took a step back.
She moved away and kneeled in front of me, slowly, and all I could see were her hands caressing my cock which was bending a bit, pressing its tip against her chest, her head from the top, and her two perfect breasts, nipples hard as a rock.
My dick veins began to throb again, running full of blood, my member getting harder with every move of her hands. I was still afraid of the possible outcome of all that, but I let myself trust in her words, and tried to relax, closing my eyes and feeling all her touch. Suddenly, I felt her tongue running across my shaft. Like licking a lollipop, she licked from half of its length to the top, making more pressure in the frenulum. My cock reacted instantly, letting out another jet of precum that landed in her left cheek. She smiled, and looked at me.
“It looks like it likes to be licked at this spot, doesn’t it?” She repeated the same movement, and as soon as her tongue reached my frenulum, I shot another jet of fluid, which landed close to the other one. “I wonder how many times… can I repeat this?” And she went again, with the same result. She moved her face a bit to my right, and licked it again, making another thread to land on her, this time on the other cheek. “My god, you’re so full…” And she repeated it two more times. Then, she backed up a bit.
She opened her mouth, and tried to fit the tip inside. It hit her tongue and her teeth caressed my sensitive skin. She began to move her head forward and backward in a repeating pattern, opening her mouth a bit more with each movement, licking its head leaving a generous amount of saliva behind each contact, and making the tip fit a bit more each time. She finally opened her jaws as much as she could, and the whole tip was in before I could even gasp. And oh, lord, she was good at that.
She could fit the whole head inside her mouth, and even leave a bit of space allowing her teeth not to be painful. I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth wetting it, and her muffled moans accompanied by quiet gags when the head reached the back of her throat. Her hands went up and down, massaging the whole length, rotating her wrists, making her fingers follow a circular pattern along the way. It was my first blowjob. It was the first time someone actually could fit my cock inside their mouth with such ease, without being painful at all. Not that many had tried, but it was still the first time. And it felt amazing.
I felt jets of precum leaving from me and landing on her tongue. Full as it was, her mouth could not hold them, and I felt the fluids caressing my skin and falling down to her chest, swimming across her curves and silhouette. She let my cock free, and gasped.
“This is fucking amazing, Elrik. This… this is making so fucking hot right now. Can I… can I finger myself while I suck you off? Please?” She sounded exactly as before, when she was teasing me. I nodded, still amazed and heavily turned on by all of that scene.
She moved her right hand away, and I clearly heard when her fingers entered her pussy. She began to fuck herself so fucking quick I actually was surprised. No caressing, no preliminaries. She was so fucking wet she began to thrust her hand against her inner walls. And she was fucking moaning while she hold my cock resting on her face, looking up from below it, with the tongue out licking its head. Her left hand is still stroking it. I felt a burning feeling growing up on my stomach, travelling down to my groin.
“Listen to me, Elrik,” she licked it. “I’m so fucking close right now, but I want you to cum first,” she licked it again, “so you’re going to be a good boy and you’re going to give me all your seed, all you’ve been saving up all this time… do you understand, little cousin?” She put it inside her mouth and let it free again, gasping when she released it, and repeated the movement again and again. I could hear the popping sound every time she broke the seal her tight lips made around my girth.
I nodded, panting. Her words along with her lustful face had an immediate effect on me. She wanted me to cum, and I had to obey, and my body reacted even before I could.
“Tina, I’m… I think I’m… I’m going…” I began to say, as my cock began to throw jets of precum. There was no turning back, now. I tried to grab my dick in anticipation of what was about to happen, but she quickly hit my hand and pushed it away.
“Don’t you dare, let me take care of it,” she said. “Now, give it to me, little cousin, fill me with it,” she commanded, her mouth wide open and pressing my tip against the tip of her tongue, ready to welcome all my cum inside her while her hand kept travelling up and down through my length. I moaned, quietly.
My cock began to throb in her hand, and shot two thick and dense ropes of sperm that went right to the back of her throat. She moaned while she kept stroking me and fingering herself, and a third rope hit the tip of her tongue and ricocheted to her upper lip. She closed her lips around, and another jet was shot right inside of her mouth, but she could not hold it in and the fluids came out by the corner of her lips, yielding to the pressure, falling to the floor and her chest, making a mess on her boobs. She looked at me when she saw my cock stop throbbing, and tried to swallow everything, but she arched backwards half way through it and opened her mouth, making all the jizz fall down to her body, sliding down until it reached her hand between her legs, letting my sperm mix with her juices and making her fingers sound even louder. She released her grip on my cock.
“Well… ah, god…,” she tried to speak, but her moans were making it quite difficult to understand, “it definitely was… the hu… hugest cumshots I’ve… oh, god… ev… ever seen, but I thought it would be wor-”
My member began to bend down as its head started to become even bigger, bending the whole length because of the added weight on the tip, getting ready for the true ending. She looked at me, confused.
“No… don’t… don’t let it go… I’m not…,” but it was already too late. I could see she was getting closer to orgasm, and a thick but peaceful river of cum fell without strength from my glans, like a waterfall from a small river falling quietly but without truce, making a puddle of cum on the floor, right between her thighs. And then, it started.
A burning sensation on the base of my shaft ran through my body. I moaned again, louder this time, as I could not hold back, feeling as I completely lost control of my inhibitions. I could not hold it back anymore.
My cock throbbed so hard it bent in the opposite direction, shooting a massive rope of sperm over her head and hitting the wall at her back. She gasped, still not understanding what was going on, as my cock bent down back again getting ready for the next spasm, which made it swing up and to the side as a new jet of sperm hit the TV upper right corner, making it slightly move back and forth.
“Oh, god, this is too much…,” she finally said, the end of the sentence sounding with a much higher pitch. I could feel her panting, going over the edge, as another rope of my sperm hit her stomach all the way up to her shoulder, hitting the floor behind her. Her breathing stopped suddenly, as the sound of the wetness in her fingers fucking herself went louder and louder. She was cumming, too.
She moaned even louder than I did, as small blobs of fluids left her pussy with each stroke of her hand, to welcome a more powerful squirt that hit all the floor and went up to my knees. With her legs shaking in the floor, she finally let her fingers out of her body and used both hands to grab my cock and point it at her mouth, opening it, just at the moment when another spasm hit me and I sent two more ropes of cum to her mouth. She tried to swallow, sealing her lips around, but when another rope entered her, her cheeks inflated and the fluids escaped due to the increased pressure, as another spasm hit her body and another squirt, this one pulsating during more than ten seconds straight, soaked the floor.
Between her orgasm and my fluids covering her mouth, she could barely breathe, and she finally pointed my tip down to her boobs, which were fully covered by my next two shots.
“Oh, fuck, baby… gmmeitmt tmee gmvmmealltmee-e-e-e-e,” she tried to say something but made completely nonsense as her whole body was shaking, letting out another powerful squirt that flooded the floor under me and a few meters behind.
She tried to use my cock as a supporting point, while still moaning and making sounds without any sense, as my cock twitched again and hit her face with three consecutive and quick blasts. My knees trembled, and I lost all my strength and fell down to the floor, making her fall on her back. Her squirts were losing pressure, but I could still hear them land over the puddle of fluids on our backs, and she tried to grasp some air whenever she could, without much success.
I was over her, trying to hold my weight on my arms not to fall, panting, with my cock resting on her stomach, my tip brushing against the base of her boobs, still shooting weaker but thick ropes of cum all over her. The fluids followed her curves, slipping to the sides, following the silhouette of her ribs. I left out a final moan when my cock shot a final jet that tried to climb her left breast and reach her hard nipple without success, as it was much weaker than the ones before. My penis was still throbbing, relaxed upon her skin, now letting out only soft drops of cum that slowly died in the already existing puddle over her, while she recovered herself. Our breaths slowly finding their natural pace, with some occasional spasms running through our bodies.
“Oh… my fucking… god…,” she said, grasping air between each word, pleasure laughter escaping through her teeth. “This… this was fucking amazing, oh, god, why did you keep it from me all this time? Who would’ve known my little cousin had this monster between his legs, and I would get so much pleasure filling my mouth with it?”
I didn’t know what to say, and I just looked at her, shrugging, while she cleaned some of my sperm from her face with her hands. She looked down over her body, and saw it all covered in my seed. She then grabbed some with her hand and put it over her open mouth, letting it all fall down to her tongue, swallowing it.
“And this…,” she licked her fingers, “I hadn’t tasted anything like this in all these years, Elrik. I – ah,” she spasmed, “I fucking mean it when I say it, this is fucking delicious. Doesn’t taste like any other sperm at all.” She kept savouring it. “Oh, by the way,” she looked at me, and winked, “just remember that you have to clean my room next weekend!”
I laughed quietly, still tired from all the excitement from moments ago, and nodded, seeing a wide smile on her face. “But first…,” she continued. She pushed my chest and sat up straight, and made a signal with her hands for me to stand up. I obeyed, slowly standing, still recovering my breath.
“I have to clean all this mess, I can’t let it go to waste…,” she said, as she grabbed again my cock, half soft already, bending down, and opened her mouth to swallow it. “If muf ffeffier-,” she took it out of her mouth, and continued, “It’s much easier now that it’s not fully hard, I meant,” and she continued to suck it. With her hands, she made sure to make all the fluids resting over my shaft go to the tip, so she could clean it properly. “I think I could suck this thing all day long, oh, my god… let me suck you off, cousin, let me enjoy it…”
Suddenly, I saw something move over the door. We hadn’t heard a thing with all the moaning and ecstasy, but the silhouette of Mary was standing there, in the door, looking at us with a surprised and confused face. Tina hadn’t seen her and kept sucking my cock, making loud wet noises with her mouth and her hands, without realising, as the door was behind her back. Mary looked at the floor, then the walls, and the TV screen. I was paralyzed. Tina kept moaning and sucking without truce. Finally, Mary recovered from her shock.
“What… the… fuck… is going on here?!”
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