Literotic asexstories – Sibling Road Trip Pt. 02 by NewIn57,NewIn57 My name is Amy, soon to be a college freshman at Cornell. My brother, Peter, and I had just completed a four-day road trip to Ithaca from our family home in Las Vegas. Along the way, some wonderful things had developed between the two of us and now, we were not only lovers but deeply in love. We’d yet to figure out what that would mean for the future.
The trip itself was without major incident except for that time our author went into Google Maps Street View, dropped the pin on the wrong road and made me describe ON-403 as an “honest-to-God dirt road”. He’s a careless doofus sometimes. But, in a few more pages he’s going have a lesbian goddess I haven’t yet met giving me mind-blowing orgasms. So despite his faults he DOES have some redeeming qualities!
It goes without saying that all characters in this story are fictional, including me. If you think otherwise, you’re on drugs. Or you should be. Your choice.
On with the story!
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We arrived in town just after 2 PM and, after getting our bearings, we got a room at the Statler, right on campus. Our room was ready, so the hotel let us check in early then we walked out into town to find the house I’d be renting with three other girls I’d not yet met. It was in a nice neighborhood within walking distance of campus and the house was perfect from the outside. I phoned the property manager to arrange a meeting for first thing the following morning.
Then, I called Jackie, one of my mother’s college roommates and the woman who had helped arrange the house rental. She was delighted to hear from me; she insisted on meeting us and showing us the campus. Twenty minutes later I saw her walking into the hotel lobby.
Mom had described her as “striking” and “beautiful” and I’d seen some old group photos with her somewhere in the crowd. But, in person, she was simply stunning. Flawless ebony skin, 5′ 7″, slim, casually dressed in expensive clothes. She walked with grace and self-confidence and as he got closer, I was mesmerized by her full lips, impossibly high cheekbones and the most sensuous “come fuck me” eyes I’d ever seen. I don’t normally objectify women like this, but she might have been the most stunningly attractive woman I’d ever seen.
She saw us and broke into a warm, welcoming smile. She wrapped me in a tight hug and introduced herself. “Hi, Amy! I’m Jakisha. Please call me Jackie.”
“Jackie, it’s such a pleasure. This is my little brother, Peter.”
She turned and said “Ha! Not so little, I’d say. It’s nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Jackie.”
“Hi, Jackie.”, Peter mumbled. He was as stunned by her as I was.
Just then, a lovely, petite Asian woman walked up and put her arm around Jackie’s waist. Jackie turned to us and said, “This is my wife, Chalita. Chali, these are Ann’s kids, Amy and Peter.”
She gave me a hug and said hi, then turned to Peter and laughed. “My, my! I expected a boy!”, she said as she touched his arm, feeling his bicep. “I’m so happy to meet you, Peter.”
“Stop it, you old cougar.”, laughed Jackie. Looking at Peter, she said “Just ignore her. She’s always been an incorrigible flirt.”
Chalita had shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, and a pretty, soft face. Her lips were full and pouty, painted in bright red lipstick which, on many other women might have been too much but which suited her perfectly. She was braless in a tank top and shorts, which accentuated both her breasts — just slightly too large for her frame — and her perfect butt. Again, I don’t like to objectify women but, oh my! Chalita was smoking hot. I could see that Perter had both noticed and instantly succumbed. And I knew that he would continue to stare at her tits if I didn’t move the conversation along.
“Mom wanted us to give you her love. She really wishes she could have been here with us.”
“We welcome her love and return it in spades.” Holding out her arm so I could take it, she said “Let’s take that tour, shall we? Where’d you park, Chali?”
“I found a spot right in front.” She took Peter’s hand and said, “Walk with me, Peter. Right this way…”
Mom wasn’t lying about Cornell; the campus is beautiful; the buildings were stately and majestic and the green space was astounding. We drove around for a bit, then parked and walked the rest.
Along the way we got some of their back story. Chalita was from Thailand. She first came to the U.S. to attend college, stayed for work, then became an American citizen after marrying Jackie. Chalita — who we were asked to call Chali — was Mom’s roommate in the Hans Bethe House on West Campus during their sophomore years, then Chali transferred to Princeton for her final two undergrad years and stayed for her doctorate in mathematics.
Jackie was born in the U. S. to parents who had fled Ethiopia after Haile Selassie was overthrown in 1974; her father had been a senior minister in the Selassie government and, through close connections in the State Department, was allowed to seek asylum here. Jackie was born in New York City a few years later. She lived with Mom off campus in Collegetown during their junior and senior years, after which Mom moved to Palo Alto for Stanford Law and Jackie moved to Philly to get her MBA at Wharton. Afterward, both Chalita and Jackie independently came back to Ithaca. Jackie was now a senior administrator at the business school and Chali was a tenured professor in the math department.
They had never met, though, until they both attended Mom and Dad’s wedding some six years after they’d both resettled at Cornell. They married six years after that and had just celebrated their 15th anniversary.
Our hostesses were delightful and, after showing us the campus, Jackie invited us to have dinner with them at their home. Insisted, really. “Nothing fancy.”, she said. “We know you’re tired after the trip but, please, we’d love for you to hang a while.”
They’d been so gracious that we could hardly say ‘no’ and, to be honest, I’d kind-of hoped for the offer. As much as I wanted to get Peter into bed, I wanted even more to spend more time with Jackie and Chali; they were really very special people. Especially Jackie. I readily accepted and I could see that Peter concurred in my decision; he’d been not-so-surreptitiously gawking at Chali’s body all afternoon…
We didn’t need anything from our hotel room, so we drove straight to their house, a lovely Victorian surrounded with plantings and other delightful homes.
“Can I get you guys something to drink?” asked Chani.
Peter chimed in. “We’re not 21 yet but, if you’ll oblige, we both enjoy a nice dry wine. Red or white. Doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, of course! Don’t be silly.”, she said, then called out to Jackie who’d moved to the kitchen “Three glasses of Cab, here, sweetheart. I’ll be in to grab them in a second.”
Then she looked back at us — at Peter, actually — and said “We’re pretty laid back, Jackie and me. I think we’ll have some fun together! We’re so happy you’re here.” She disappeared for a bit and came back with three generous glasses of Cabernet Franc. It was delicious.
We sipped on our wine for a few minutes and, noticing that Jackie was stuck in the kitchen, I excused myself to join her. “Chalita’s a delight, Jackie. Thanks for inviting us. Can I help with dinner?”
“She is, isn’t she? She’s the joy of my life.”, She turned toward me and looked intently for a few seconds, almost uncomfortably close. She put her hands on my shoulders and smiled. “You look exactly like your mother at age 20. Did you know that?”
“Yes. I’ve seen pictures.”
She grazed my cheek with her thumb then dropped her hands and turned away. “She was always a pretty girl. As for the second question, I COULD use a sous chef. Would you dice up about a cup of mirepoix for me? Knives are there, bowls there, cutting board over there…”
“Got it! Give me five.”
So, Jackie and I worked on supper while Chalita hosted Peter. They moved to the family room adjoining the kitchen and I could see them, laughing and joking, obviously enjoying each other’s company. Supper was about 15 minutes away when Chalita took Peter by the hand and said, “Let me show you the house.”, as she pulled him down the hall. A few minutes later, I saw her leading him out to the back yard, still holding his hand.
Jackie was fun to work with and she made me feel right at home in her kitchen. She seemed to not know or not care about “personal space”, something I attributed to the fact that I was a welcome guest in her home, cooking in her kitchen, soon to be eating at her table, the daughter of one of her old friends. She would touch my arm, my back, as she moved purposefully around the kitchen. I quickly came to accept — maybe even enjoy -the casual intimacy and I reacted by taking every opportunity I could to return the closeness that seemed to be baked into our fledgling relationship. I really hoped we would be friends.
Chalita and Peter came back into the house just as Jackie and I had finished the meal. “Chali will help me plate, sweetheart. You and Peter can wash up if you want and meet us in the dining room.”
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and popped back out to the family room to find Peter. “Dinner’s about ready.” Then, looking down at the obvious bulge in his pants, I added with a smile “I’m looking forward to taking care of that later tonight!”
He blushed a little and headed to the bathroom. When he got back, I saw that he’d rearranged his stuff and was no longer quite being quite so obvious.
“Dinner is served! “, announced Jackie, as she took my arm and guided me into the dining room, Peter following, hand-in-hand again with Chalita.
Dinner was great, both the food and the company. They were interested in Mom, and we spent an hour or so exchanging stories about her. Peter and I learned a lot about Mom as a young adult — much more than she would have wanted us to know, I’m sure. Through their mannerisms at the table, the stories they told and the ways they told them, I saw that Jackie and Chali were opposites in a way – Jackie was graceful, elegant and sensual, Chalita was athletic, beautiful and vivacious. Both were smart beyond all reason, and I say that as the daughter of a cardiac surgeon who graduated at the head of his class at Stanford.
I was mesmerized by Jackie and would have stayed forever but I was also incredibly horny and I wanted to get Peter into bed. We finished our second bottle of wine, helped clear the table and, thanking them profusely, made our excuses. Jackie was gracious, of course, and excused herself only to return a few minutes later with a mixed case of wine. She winked at me and said, “It’s a college town; they card everyone here. Let me know when you need more.”
It was just after 9 when we got to our room. I took a quick shower, then he did the same. I met him at the bathroom door and led him to the bed. He was already starting to get erect when I put him in my mouth, my lips against his pubic bone, letting him grow inside me as I felt the tip push against my tonsils. I bobbed up and down, licking and sucking, stroking the shaft as I licked the head then teasing his balls as I stuffed him down my throat. I loved the taste, the feel, the fact of my brother’s cock. I was trying to keep a slow rhythm, trying to not be frantic, trying to make this last for him.
But Peter wanted none of it. Five hours of Chalita’s flirting had had its effect. I felt Peer’s hands on my head and I let him guide me as he started fucking himself into my mouth, across my tongue, into my throat.
“Oh, fuck Amy! Oh, fuck this is so good! I need to cum. I so fucking need to cum!”
I grabbed his ass with both hands and dug my fingernails into his flesh, urging him to fuck my face. He responded by quickening the pace and, somehow, getting even deeper into my throat.
“I’m getting close, Amy. I’m right there. Oh, God, this is good!”.”
I was torn. I wanted to swallow his load, but I also wanted to watch him spurt. I elected to let him choose; either choice would be satisfying for me.
“Oh, fuck! I’m right there, right there! Holy shit! Now! NOW!”
He pulled out and I long string of cum splashed on my chest and neck. I changed my mind about the whole “choice” thing and stuffed his dick into my mouth just as the second jet shot out. I felt the next three or four jets shoot across my tongue as I swallowed his load as quickly as I could. Jesus! He tasted so good!
“Amy, oh my God! Oh! My! God!”
I kept sucking, gently, as he got flaccid, making sure I got every drop from his leaking cock. He finally pulled himself out of my mouth and sunk to his knees to kiss me. “Thank you! That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome! I loved it, too.”
He kissed me gently and stood up, helping me to my feet. “I need you to love me, Peter.”
I lay on the bed, and he lay beside me, kissing my lips, my eyes, my ears, my neck as his hands explored my breasts and torso. He licked my ear and blew into it just as he pinched my right nipple; it made me shiver, then squeal. His lips dropped to my left nipple; he sucked it into his mouth and flicked with his tongue, just as he twisted my right nipple again and, again, I twitched.
I knew what he thought I wanted but he was wrong. I put both hands on the crown of his head and pushed his head down between my legs, which I spread wide for him. “Eat me, Peter. Eat this pussy.”
He spread me wide with his thumbs and licked the length of my slit. It was exactly what I needed, and I was so fucking horny I almost came with that one lick. He did it again. And again. Them he put his hands under my butt, lifted me half a foot off the bed, and buried his face into me, slurping my clit into his mouth, raking it quickly, relentlessly, with his lips and tongue. Every twenty seconds or so he’d leave the clit and lick the juices now flowing liberally out of my hole. Inside a minute, I was on the verge. I reached up to pinch and pull my nipples and that extra stimulation was all I needed to send me over the top.
“I’m cumming, sweetheart! Oh, God! I’m fucking….” Was all I could get out as my orgasm smashed my brain with wave after wave of pleasure. I remember a ragged gasp as I tried to breathe and, just as I got some air, Peter dropped my ass to the bed and started flashing two fingers into my burning cunt. I pulled a pillow onto my face and screamed and that’s all I remember except the pleasure that just never seemed to fucking end.
I came down a bit and was almost out of my delirium when I felt Peter move up between my legs and stuff himself into me. Within seconds he was pounding away, hammering himself into me, his pubic bone bashing into mine. I exploded again, sure that I’d lose my mind if this continued and then, the orgasm spiked to an even higher level. I had no control over any part of my body. My legs were shaking, my belly was convulsing, my brain was a mess of conflicting emotions as the pleasure literally punished me.
All of a sudden, I crashed out of the orgasm. Just as quickly, Peter’s head was back between my legs, sucking my clit back into his mouth, and I was shocked when slid a finger into my ass. The unfamiliar feeling and the surprise of it, took me right to the edge of my third consecutive cum and I hated it when he pulled his finger backout.
“Put it back in, Peter.” I moaned.
He did, and immediately began pumping it deep in and out of my ass. I could feel my anus squeezing his finger; I could feel his finger stroking my G Spot through the wall of my cunt. It was exquisite and the ensuing orgasm was every bit as powerful as the first two.
And, like before, just as I was coming down, he moved between my legs and mounted me. This time though, I was sure, he was seeking his own release.
“Cum in me Peter! Fill my cunt! Oh, fuck!!! I’m cumming again!”
He fucked me hard — HARD — through yet another orgasm before he suddenly tensed. “I’m cumming, Amy. Oh. Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Nnnngggghhh!” and I felt him start to pump his hot seed into my belly. When he was done, he pulled out and flopped beside me, exhausted.
I curled into his chest to recover, amazed at how much pleasure we’d just shared. That two people could do that for each other is truly a blessing.
“I’m sorry about the butt, Amy. It was just bad aim, I swear it.”
I smiled at him. “It worked out, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.”
I snuggled back in. Next thing I knew, it was 3 AM and I needed to pee.
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Amy and I woke at 8 AM and, after showering and scarfing down some breakfast, managed to get to the house in time to meet the property manager. She showed us around — a kitchen, dining room, living room and bathroom, along with a guest suite, on the first floor and four bedrooms / two full baths on the second. The house was furnished with the basics — beds, dressers and desks in each bedroom; chairs, sofa, tv in the living room; dishes and a few pots and pans in the kitchen; and so forth.
She’d already arbitrarily assigned rooms to each of the girls and, with a wink, reminded Amy that the other girls would never know if those assignments got shuffled but Amy was satisfied with her bedroom overlooking the quiet, shaded back yard.
All of the payment and other details had been worked out. In addition to the fixed rent, the girls would get a second bill each month to cover the variable costs of utilities. They were to maintain the yard, shovel the walks and keep the house clean. She left us with a list of contractors to call in case of an emergency and a couple maps showing important locations such as the nearest medical providers, supermarkets, pharmacies, and so forth.
And, just like that, the house was hers. We drove back to the hotel to check out and get our suitcases (and the case of wine that Jackie had so generously gifted). We moved all of Amy’s stuff out of her car and while she unpacked, I mowed the yard. After that, we found the nearest supermarket and spent a fortune to stock the pantry and the fridge.
Before we knew it, it was early afternoon, and we were both ready to relax for a few minutes. I showered quickly and threw on some gym shorts and a tee shirt. Amy showered while I made a couple ham and cheese sandwiches and then, I flopped down in an arm chair to watch some TV while I ate; a stupid game show. Amy came down in her bath robe and sat on the arm of the sofa and watched the end of the show with me. Five minutes later, she took my empty plate to the kitchen and returned to the living room, straddling my lap in the chair, facing me. She kissed me softly.
“Thank you for helping get moved in. I actually think we’re almost done.”
“Yeah. I can’t think of anything else that needs to be done today.”
“Just one thing, maybe…?” she asked rhetorically as she dropped the robe off her shoulders. “I think you need to be properly thanked for all your hard work.”
I was getting erect, and she could feel it. She got off my lap and pulled off my shorts, then climbed back on, putting me inside her.
“This is much, much better than watching TV.” I said.
She laughed. “This is much, much better than most things.” she replied as she started to grind, screwing my dick in slowly increasing circles, our mouths glued together in a passionate kiss. She leaned back, her hands on my shoulders, her face beaming, her eyes glued to mine as I raised my hands to her sides, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.
We stayed like that for the longest time, reveling in the feeling of our joined bodies. We spoke no words. None were needed.
All of a sudden, I saw her face change. She flushed and her eyes lost focus. She tilted her head back and whimpered a little, then moaned softly as she picked up the pace, grinding harder now as her arousal increased.
“Ung… Oh, God! Oh, fuck this is so nice.” she moaned, as her right hand dropped to her mound, her three middle fingers pressing on her labia, pushing on the clit that was just barely visible. Her hip movements changed from circles; she started moving her hips back and forth, lifting herself as best she could, fucking my dick into her cunt. My balls and thighs were soaked in her juices as she reached the edge of her cum. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it when it hit — her eyes and her mouth flew open at the same time that her legs shivered and gave out and she shrieked with pleasure.
“Oh, my fucking God!
Both hands on my shoulders now, as she tried to gain leverage to fuck me into herself faster and harder. I knew I should help but I wanted to let her finish on her own, to tease her.
Her entire body was bucking, now, all semblance of organize fucking was gone. She was a shaking, cumming, creaming, screaming mess and, somehow, she made it last and last and, when it slowed, she’d bear down again to ramp it back up. But it finally ended, and she collapsed into my chest to recover.
“Oh, my! I so needed that, sweetheart. Did you cum?”
“No.”, I said, “But it was a fun to watch you!”
She snuggled back in. “Would you like to go to the bedroom?”
I had an idea. “Let’s visit all the rooms in the house and christen each of them. What do you think?”
She smiled. “There are lots of rooms in this house. We could never.”
“Well, let’s take them one at a time and see how far we get! We’ll start by naming this one.”
She thought for a second and said, “Living room, I christen thee ‘Lust’.”
I leveraged myself out of the chair, keeping myself inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I supported her by her ass cheeks. Bouncing her on my dick, I walked to the dining room and laid her on the table. She was back in orgasm half a minute later — not a huge one but enough to count — And I lifted her back to my chest. “Dining room, I christen thee ‘Desire’.”, she said.
To the kitchen, where I pinned her against the fridge and fucked myself into her standing up. Again, a tidy little orgasm. “Kitchen, I christen thee ‘Need’.” She laughed and said “‘Knead’… Get it?”
We skipped the bathroom ’cause, you know, it’s a bathroom and moved to the guest room, instead. “I want you to fuck me from behind, Sweetheart.” So I set her down and entered her from behind as she stood next to the bed, hands on the mattress, pussy waiting for me. The angle must have been good because she was in full orgasm — a huge one — in under a minute. It was so big I had to support her weight when her legs gave out. “Guest room, I christen thee ‘Want’.”
I lifted her up and entered her as she wrapped her legs around my waist again. We walked up the stairs and she said “Let’s not do the other three bedrooms. Please take me to mine.”
I did as she asked. I lay her on her back as she started yet another small cum. I felt my balls starting to boil. “I’m close, Amy. Really close!”
“Then you better get busy.” She said as she unwrapped her legs and spread them wide.
I pulled myself almost all the way out and plunged my cock hard into her. I needed my cum but I also needed her to join me.
“That’s so nice, Sweetheart. Fuck my pussy. Make it yours… Oh, God! I want to feel you squirt inside me… Oh, holy fuck! I’m going to cum again!… I’m fucking cuuummmminnnggg..!”
The jiz rocketed out of me, so suddenly that I wasn’t expecting it, stretching my urethra to it’s limits. The orgasm was so extreme that I almost lost strength in my arms, almost couldn’t keep from falling onto her. After the first couple spurts, I looked down to see Amy’s face contorted in pleasure, mouth open, eyes rolled back, head lolling from side to side. I must have pumped a dozen ropes of cum into her before I was finished and as I settled, I could feel her pussy clutching at my cock as her orgasm continued. She reached down and pulled my ass cheeks, trying to get more dick but I had no more to offer. I held myself still and, as my erection subsided, so did her orgasm.
I pulled out and lay beside her. She snuggled in against my chest and, after a while, said “Bedroom, I christen thee ‘Love’.”
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For supper we found a great restaurant with outdoor seating. We were finishing our appetizers when Amy said “Tomorrow’s your last full day.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say.
“What are we going to do, Peter?”
“Well, I suppose we could go onto campus and…”
“No! I mean what are we going to do about us? I love you with all my heart; I’m in love with you; I want to be with you.”
“Me, too.”
“But society, the law, genetics all make that impossible.”
“I know. I’m sorry; I don’t know how to fix it.”
We ate in silence for a minute or two then Amy reached out to take my hand. “We can never be together as a couple and neither of us is going to remain celibate. You’ll be with other women, maybe marry, maybe have kids. And the same for me.” She looked me carefully in the eyes. “But that doesn’t mean we have to lose each other.”
I wasn’t quite following. She saw my expression and said, “I want to make you a promise. For the rest of my life, whenever we can spend time together, I want to do that. And whenever we can be alone together, my heart and my body, are yours.”
“I understand, Amy. Let me make you the same promise. No matter what the future holds for me, I’ll always be yours.”
“Amy smiled brightly and, squeezing my hand, held up her glass of iced tea. “Here’s to a long, long, life.”
Just then, she pulled her hand away and looked over my shoulder. Confused, I turned around to see Jackie and Chali a few feet from our table, all smiles.
“it’s not often you see siblings holding hands at a dinner!”, Jackie said, but, thankfully, I could see she was just teasing.
“I was just thanking Peter for helping me get moved and toasting to his final year in high school “, Amy lied.
We stood up and exchanged hugs with them.
“Will you join us. We’re not very far along.”
“Oh, sweetheart, we’d love to, but we can’t. We’re expected at the Dean’s house in just a few minutes.”
They did stay long enough to confirm that Amy was settled in and to invite us to join them in the morning for a tour beyond the immediate area of the campus. Amy insisted that they stop at the house for breakfast beforehand and they readily agreed to be at Amy’s house at 8 AM sharp.
We ate our entrees and skipped dessert, preferring to chill at home. We walked arm in arm into the house at 9 PM, shed our dinner clothes for some gym shorts and tee shirts and decided to see if the gas fireplace worked.
It did — wonderfully – and within 30 minutes we were eating ice cream out of the container and sipping wine out of the bottle, stretched out on some blankets we’d spread in front of the fire. Not too long after we settled down, Amy padded around the room, locking all the doors and closing all the blinds.
“I don’t think we need all these clothes. Do you?”
She stripped me before stripping herself. Tossing our clothes onto the sofa, she pushed me onto my back and said “I really do owe you a big thanks, little brother. Relax and let me do this for you.”
And with that, she slurped my rapidly rising erection into her mouth while her left hand gently massaged and rolled my balls. My word, she was good at this! I honored her wishes and concentrated solely on the pleasure she was offering. Soon I was moaning involuntarily as she quickened the pace, dropping my sack and wrapping one hand around the base of my cock, jacking me off as the head of my cock slid between her lips only to be met and tormented by her swirling tongue.
I didn’t think I could cum again, not after the afternoon “christening”, and I told her so. But she was undeterred and, three minutes later, showed me I was wrong.
“Oh, Amy! I’m gonna cum. How the fuck…? Oh, Jesus, it’s right there right there right there! Fuck!!!!!”
She pulled her face away and stroked me furiously with both hands. The first spurt hit me in the face, blinding me in my right eye. The second hit my neck. The third my chest. After that it was just a dribble. Amy was squealing and giggling the whole time, like it was the show of a lifetime, and when she’d milked every last drop from my now-flaccid penis, she snuck up and sat on my belly with her hands on my shoulders. She was flushed, obviously aroused, her nipples standing out like Go stones.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is get that into me again tonight.”
I smiled as I remembered yesterday morning in Niagara Falls (was it really only 36 hours ago?) and I knew exactly what I wanted. “Masturbate for me, Amy. Let me watch. I want to watch you!”
She squealed again, and rolled onto her back, her legs wide as she pulled herself open for my viewing pleasure before sliding her middle finger along the length of her slit. Then again. And again. I could see her shudder at the end of each stroke but after a few, she let her labia close as she put her entire hand on her pussy and started rolling her mound in tight, hard little circles, her knuckles white from the pressure she was using. I grabbed my limp cock and started to stroke, hoping for any reaction, but no! Not yet. It was far too soon.
With her other hand she began attacking her breasts and nipples. She was building, moaning, whining as she let a few fingers slip between her labia, spreading the juices flowing from her cunt. I felt myself chub a little when she swapped hands and stuffed her cum-soaked fingers into her mouth, licking them clean before lowering that hand, too, to her pussy. Within seconds she’d stuffed two fingers, then three, into her dripping cunt and was flashing them in and out.
She started thrashing her head side to side and gargled a ragged scream as her orgasm tore through her. Her face convulsed; eyes wide open and all white; legs and torso shaking uncontrollably; her hands still attacking her cunt but lacked coordination. I stroked myself and, still, nothing.
I dove between her legs, replacing her hands with my mouth, replacing her fingers with mine. Her clit was so engorged it was like licking a Sharpie so I tensed my tongue and used it to roll her bud back and forth as my fingers flashed into her cunt.
She squealed yet again — a loud, plaintive “!iiieeeeeee!!!!” -and my chin was suddenly soaked as the juices poured out of her. I held my tongue as stiff as I could and started to shake my head back and forth, letting it furiously rake her clit. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her as she moaned “Oh, God, YES!!!” and continued to cum.
I was running out of tricks and decided to scoot up a few inches higher, to get more purchase, but my erection snagged on the blanket. I tried to scoot her closer to me…
But….
WAIT! I had an erection!
I pulled my head out of her grasp, slid my fingers out of her twat, lifted her ass off the floor and stuffed my cock into her still-cumming pussy.
You’d have thought I’d stuffed a stick of dynamite into her. Her response was immediate and explosive. Her head pounded forward repeatedly, her chin hitting her sternum on every pass. She was grunting incoherently with every stroke, her voice two octaves lower than normal. Her eyes were staring sightlessly at my chest. Her hands were slapping me over and over on the shoulders, almost hard enough to hurt but nowhere near enough to make me stop.
And, just as quickly, she turned herself inside out. Her head flew back as her eyes rolled into their sockets. She arched her back and dropped her arms to the side as her body convulsed like she was being electrified and she screamed out “OH MY GOD FUCK ME!!!!!”
I held her with one hand under the small of her back, the thumb of the other rolling her clit and I did as she asked. I fucked her. I pounded her as hard as I could as she screamed her pleasure over and over and it was only a minute later that she went silent and limp.
I thought she’d passed out, but she hadn’t. She’d simply crashed out of her orgasm and now, she lay still, panting. I was exhausted, too, and I tilted my head back to open my airway as I tried to recover my breath. I felt a little shudder and thought she wanted back into it but, no. She was crying.
I pulled my erection out of her and lay beside her, to comfort her, to see what was wrong. She took my face in her hands and kissed me softly, then lay back, laughing and crying at the same time. I let her have the time she needed, running my hand up and down her belly to let her know I was with her. She eventually sat up said two things to me.
First, with gentle love, “You take your missions seriously, don’t you! That was the most exquisite thing I’ve ever experienced.”
And then, in horror, “Oh, no! Peter! The ice cream melted!”
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I was curled comfortably up to Peter, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulders, when I peaked at the clock to see how much time we had before the alarm went off at 7 AM. Holy shit! It was 7:45. Jackie and Chali were due in 15 minutes!
“Peter, wake up! The alarm didn’t go off! We have 15 minutes!”
I jumped out of bed and zipped to the shower.
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I was sound asleep when Amy told me we’d overslept. The first thing I thought of was the night before and the mess (i.e., evidence) we’d left in the living room, so I ran naked downstairs to clean up. I pulled the blankets off the floor and chucked them into the hall closet, then slid the coffee table back into position. The empty wine bottle went into the trash next to the half-empty container of melted ice cream. I looked around and couldn’t see anything else so, since I was in the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee. No sooner than I’d done those few things than I heard Amy come out of the bathroom. I gave her a good morning kiss and went in for my own shower.
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I took a quick shower hoping Peter could get the living room in shape without me. I dried off, ran a brush through my hair and teeth, then headed to the bedroom. I started to make the bed when the doorbell rang. FUCK! They’re 7 minutes early! I pulled the blankets up as best I could, threw on my bathrobe, and trotted to the door.
“I’m so sorry! We overslept. The alarm didn’t go off. Please! Come in. We’ll be caught up in just a few minutes.”
Jackie put her arms out to get a hug. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. These things happen and we have all day left.” I hugged her back, then exchanged hugs with Chali. I couldn’t help but notice the sheer amount of female elegance that just walked into my living room. Jackie was wearing a loose blouse and Capri pants; Chali had on shorts and a tee, clearly braless, an outfit that suited her body perfectly and one that was going to drive Peter insane.
“Peter will be down soon. He’s just showering now.” I smelled the coffee and offered some, but both asked if tea was an option. It was and I put the teapot onto a burner to heat some water.
I heard Peter come out of the shower and head to my bedroom. I prayed to God that our guests wouldn’t notice that he went to MY room, not the guest room.
“I really like the new paint, Amy! Chali and I saw the place a couple months ago before the reno and it looks much nicer now. May we look around?”
“Yes, of course! Please make yourselves at home.”
They headed off to the dining room just as Peter came down, now dressed casually in shorts, a short-sleeved shirt and sandals. “Can you help me set the table?” I asked. That he hadn’t bumped into Jackie and Chali must have meant they went up the back stairs, not that it mattered.
“Your wish is my command.”, he responded. “But first, can I pour you a cup of coffee?”
Without waiting for me to answer, he pulled out two mugs and proceeded to do just that. “I see you’re making tea. Is that what they both want?”
I nodded and he promptly put two teacups and saucers on the counter, then, seconds later, put teaspoons, milk, sugar and honey on the dining room table. I was surprised by his efficiency and made a mental note to compliment him later.
I placed four plates, some silverware and napkins on the counter and he took them out to the table to set up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jackie and Chali came down the stairs. They paused at the bottom stair to finish their conversation, kissed each other, and walked over to say ‘hi’ to Peter.
Peter turned to greet them, and I saw where his eyes landed. By her sly smile, I knew that Chali had, too. But Peter regained his composure and met her eyes in time to exchange kisses on the cheek from the two women.
“The painters did a nice job, don’t you think?” Jackie asked as I carried their tea to the table.
“I can’t say; I never saw the original but, yes, I like the paint just fine.”, I responded.
Jackie prepared the two cups and handed one to Chali, who thanked her wife and turned to the patio door. “I think I’m going to check out the yard” Then, “Join me, Peter?”
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When I saw Chali approaching from the stairway I was stunned. She was braless and wearing a tight tee shirt that left little about her large breasts to the imagination. The shirt was so tight, I swear I could see the bumps in her areola. It took me a second to remember my manners and meet her eye. I hoped she didn’t see me looking but I feared she did. If I were a cartoon, the sound effect would have been “AOOOOGA!” I was equally surprised a minute or two later when she asked me to join her in the back yard. Who was I to get special attention from a woman like that?
She spent a minute or walking around the perimeter, looking at the various plantings, sipping her tea. It was nothing like her garden but, really, it was a pleasant yard.
“So, it was a late night was it, Peter?”
“Yeah. We didn’t get to bed until after midnight. Plus, we shared a bottle of the wine you guys gave us. We’re really sorry about sleeping late.”
“No worries. These things happen.”
We were near the kitchen window, and she directed my attention inside. Jackie had both hands on Amy’s face, smiling pleasantly, then she kissed Amy on the forehead. “Jackie and Amy seem to be hitting it off.”
“Jackie’s an easy person to like. But you already know that I suppose.” I added, “Amy’s really happy to have new friends here. Thank you for welcoming her.”
“She’s a lovely young lady. It’s been a pleasure.” Then “Hey, Peter!”
“Huh?”
“My eyes are up here!”, she said with a wide grin. I felt myself blush and I started to apologize but she cut me off by touching my lips. “It’s okay, Peter. I’ll start worrying when 18-year-old boys DON’T look at my tits.”
Her joke didn’t much ease my embarrassment and I turned away for a few seconds to hide my blush.
“Oh, shit!”, she said, and I turned to see what was wrong. She’d spilled tea on herself, on her tee shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that the fabric was suddenly see-thru and her nipple was clearly visible, plain as day.
“Did you burn yourself?”
“No, but I ruined my shirt. Can you find me a towel?”
I zipped to the bathroom and returned with a hand towel and surreptitiously watched as she rubbed her nipple through the transparent tee shirt, both breasts wobbling as she did so.
“I need to go home and get this wet shirt off. Will you walk with me? It’s not far; I know a shortcut.”
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I was slowly getting myself back on track.
“I was going to attempt Eggs Benedict, but I’ve lost too much time. Would scrambled eggs and bacon be okay?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Let me help.”
Jackie pulled out some bread and started the toast while I pulled eggs and bacon out of the fridge, then hunted through the shelves for a suitable non-stick pan. I found it but I almost untied my robe as I knelt, so I said, “I think maybe I should change out of this robe. I’m sorry not to have done it sooner.”
“Don’t be silly. You look fine.” She paused for a second and pressed her upper arm against mine. “Better than fine, actually. You’re a very desirable young woman.”
I was surprised by her choice of words — ‘desirable’ instead of ‘pretty’ or ‘cute’ – but she didn’t even look at me as she said it and I immediately supposed it was a generational thing. “How many eggs, do you think?” I asked. “Two each?”
“That should be plenty; here let me get a bowl for you. Mind if I slice some fruit, too?”
We worked like that, shoulder to shoulder for a minute or two, me cracking eggs, her cubing a honeydew, when she said “You were valedictorian I understand. Straight A’s?” I nodded.
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