“Cum in me, cum in me,” she repeated over and over as she rode me as hard as she could. I had done everything I could to resist her but this was just too much.
I lunged upward and drove my cock as deep as I could. The first rush of cum was so large I felt some of it leak out of her from the force of the spray.
She shook again as more cum gushed out of her before she fell forward onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her still as I pumped more and more cum deep inside her. I lost count of how many times my cock spasmed and emptied. It’s felt like I was marking her as mine in some privative ritual of permanently scenting her with my semen.
Her head has buried in my neck and I could her her gently moan as each pulse of mine slowly got weaker.
There stayed there together for a long time. Neither one wanting to break the bond our bodies had created.
When she finally looked up again I saw tears in her eyes and I assumed the realization that she had sex with her brother was hitting her.
“Rachel, are you ok?” I asked, “We didn’t do anything wrong you know, were adults and we just got carried away,”
She snuggled her head back into my neck and I heard her gently weeping. I just held her without saying a word.
Once she stopped, she slowly got off of me. My spent, semi soft cock slid out of her and the bond between us was broken. She grabbed a bathrobe from the hooks on the wall, put it on, and sat on the bed beside me.
I didn’t know what to say. Rachel grabbed the bottle of wine and filled both our glasses. I sat up against the headboard and she handed one of the glasses to me.
“Thank you,” she said, “I think this was the best night of my life.”
I was stunned by what she said but I felt the same way. It was the most satisfying intimate sex I’d ever had.
“No one has ever made me feel this way Rachel, I’m glad it was special for you too,” you could hear the relief in my voice.
“Why we’re you crying at the end,” I asked her, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you did everything right, it’s just the first time anyone has ever done that for me,” she said.
“I tried to last longer but I couldn’t resist you anymore. You are so beautiful and the things you were saying we so sensual, I lost all control.” I told her.
“I’ve never felt a man lose control before,” she said.
“Oh I’m sure Wes must have lost control at some point,” I said encouragingly.
“No, never inside me,” she said quietly.
I paused to try and understand what she had just told me.
“But I thought Wes was the only man you ever had intercourse with?” I said sounding confused.
“He was until tonight,” Rachel said softly, “But he never came in me, he always pulled out and used his hand to finish himself.”
“So I’m the first man to ever cum, inside you?” I asked.
“Yes and if you can believe it, the first man I’ve ever cum for,” she added.
“I’m sorry that made you sad,” I said. I felt awful for her.
Rachel laughed at me, “I wasn’t sad you big moron, I was feeling grateful that you found a way to show me how it feels when someone actually makes love to you.” She smiled through her still wet eyes as she said it.
“If you’ll let me I’ll make love to you every night you’re here,” I told her.
Rachel drank the last of wine in her cup.
“Take me downstairs and feed me more wine while you tell me what other sexual secrets I don’t know about. If you can make me feel this good again tomorrow I’d like you to make love to me again.” She said.
“I would love to talk about tomorrow,” I said with a big smile. “Has anyone ever kissed and licked you here?” I pointed between her legs.
“No, Wes wasn’t into that,” she said disappointingly.
“You’re going to want to trim the hair a bit if you want to feel everything you should tomorrow.” I joked.
“I’ve never trimmed it close or shaved it, maybe you should show me” she said back very sensually.
“We better go downstairs and get some wine,” I said “we have a lots to talk about.”
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I always wondered how long it would be before my sister got a divorce. I mean I don’t want to say, “What’s wrong with this picture?” but the guy she was marrying was so gay I thought he should have been wearing a dress too.
Personally, I don’t care what letter of the community you fall under, just make sure it’s compatible with your partner’s letter when the bedroom door closes. Life is too short to pretend your life away, just to keep your parents from knowing who you really are.
My sister Rachel found all this out the hard way. Married at 30 and now separated, soon to be divorced at 42. 12 years of utter frustration had finally come to an end. I knew she was taking it hard when she called me from the airport to let me know she wanted to stay with me in Charleston. She didn’t ask me, she just came. Rachel had a habit of doing things without thinking it through.
Luckily, she picked a Delta flight that was able to land at Charleston Airport. She’s one of those people who don’t realize some airports are military and domestic. This means having the public wandering around aimlessly isn’t allowed. I figured that would be a problem for her.
I waited forever for her to pass through security with her bags. When she appeared at the arrivals gate, I finally got a good look at her, and it wasn’t pretty.
She was wearing green sweatpants and worn out brown ugg boots. Her red 3/4 length jacket had seen better days and the black top underneath had thin white horizontal lines on it. I thought she looked like one of Santa’s elves.
She is reasonably short at 5’4 and the stress of the breakup had caused her to lose a lot of weight. It looked to me like she was down to a size 5 or 6. Her blonde hair was hanging straight down and parted in the middle, a style that was way too old for her. Overall, it appeared like she had given up on her appearance and I could see the strain in her blue eyes as she got close to me.
It was hard to see a woman who was once compared to Charlize Theron looking this way. I always had a little brother crush on her, especially in my teens when my overactive sex drive was fully aware of how sexy she was. I hid my shock the best I could. “Hello beautiful,” I called as she approached me.
“I’m anything but,” she replied. She set her bags down and gave me a big hug.
“What’s with all the army people?” she asked way too loudly.
“Were kinda on an air base right now,” I told her.
“Why would Delta share their airport with the army?” she asked.
“Delta is just that nice I guess,” I replied with a chuckle.
I wasn’t going to try to explain it to her. I could tell she just needed to get home, relax and have a glass of wine. We loaded her bags into my pickup and headed for my condo on the water. I had a great place on Lockwood drive that overlooked the Ashley River and Rachel had never seen it.
“Since when are you a pickup guy?” She asked.
“Chicks dig trucks,” I told her. “It was a happy to be single again present I gave myself last year.”
I had never been married but I had been in a long-term relationship with my former girlfriend Gail. It lasted almost 7 years, the longest relationship of my life.
Gail turned 40 and for some reason she wanted to get married. I said no, and before you know it all her stuff was moved out of my condo. I did miss her, especially the regular sex, she was 3 or 4 times a week gal right up to the end.
“How’s it going in the chick department?” Rachel asked.
“The department is in the middle of a reorg,” I chuckled, “My dates usually tell me I put too much emphasis on sex, and they want to take it slower.”
“Are they right?” Rachel asked.
“Maybe,” I responded, “but I would like to know early if a lady is sexually compatible with me before I spend a ton of time getting to know her better. I’m not getting any younger you know.”
“Sounds a bit shallow there Dec,” she laughed.
My real name is Declan but everyone calls me Dec.”
“Life is short Rachel,” I told her, “If good sex isn’t a priority for the lady, I’m pretty sure she isn’t the one for me.
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