My Firsts for Sex
Ex Spectimum
Copyright Ex Spectimum 2011
Published at Smashwords
ISBN: 978-1-4657-4083-0
Chapter One Solos – opening movements
There were a number of “first times” in my rather late sex life starting with my first discovery that I could produce the most wonderful feeling that made my whole body shudder – just by playing with one little appendage.
And it was little, to start with.
Like most little boys I’d had a propensity to whip out my willy at inappropriate moments only to get a clout around the ear and be told, “Thomas, nice boys don’t do that in public.”
It took me a long time to get past the “nice boys don’t do that” bit to the significance of the “in public” part.
One day it dawned on me that nice boys did do that – but in private.
As I grew up I found some idle interest in playing with my little dick – in much the same way as a girl will play with a lock of hair. It was something to do with my hands and had no other effect that than to keep them entertained whilst my mind was elsewhere. This was particularly true in bed at night. I would lie there and make up stories of meeting a beautiful girl only to discover that she was very rich (or important or famous or royal) and I would become equally rich (etc) by marrying her. The dreams then centred on what I would do with my money, importance, fame or royalty.
These continued on a regular basis until one morning I woke up to discover that, not only had I apparently wet the bed, but my dick was quite solid.
I looked carefully at the puddle and could see that it was a see-through whitish fluid – rubbing my small erection to get rid of it, as I thought, suddenly produced an electric sensation through my tight little ball sac resulting in a little more of the stuff.
I’d heard enough from boys at school to realise I must have had my first “wet dream” and my first “hard-on” all at once.
My early attempts at wanking were somewhat hit and miss and the result was a bit of a trickle and that tingle through my balls until the night I had my first real wank.
I’d adapted my earlier girl meeting story to include some (it turned out quite inaccurate) exploration of her soft body with particular interest in her breasts. There was a girl I’d seen walk past the house each day who had long dark hair, a pair of boobs that were barely contained by her school uniform, and legs that disappeared into a very short skirt.
As I did not know much about the female anatomy I concentrated on my heroine wanting to wank me off with her soft long fingers while I played with her pendulous boobs.
On this occasion I stroked my flaccid dick until it gradually swelled up and started to stir and then stand of its own accord. I’d noticed that if I cupped my balls whilst wanking it increased the pleasant shock at the end.
With long steady strokes I pulled my foreskin up and down my cock gradually increasing the tempo. As I did I mentally had the girl standing in front of me and slowly removing her clothes to show that she was wearing a white bra and knickers. The bra strained to hold her soft pink tits and the triangle of knickers hid her crotch. Slowly she reached back and unfastened the bra and then let it fall to give me an uninterrupted view of her large breasts. (I’d seen enough works of art to know what it all looked like.)
As she leaned over me her nipples accidentally brushed the tip of my dick – at that moment I felt a strange wave of feeling starting inside my upper legs and quickly flowing around my balls before shooting up my erection as an eruption of white fluid. Three times I pumped on my dick and three times a gobbet of cream shot out to land on my chest – each one accompanied by a shock of ecstasy which made my whole body shudder.
It was my first real cumming.
After that, for the next few years, there was no stopping me. I was surprised at the number of opportunities I found to make my dick swell and then wank myself off. I would sit and watch with fascination as my sleeping cock would suddenly start to stir – first with little twitches of movement before slowly stretching itself as it grew causing the foreskin to peel back and reveal the emerging purple head. At that point my dick would rise slightly and the veins on the side would begin to stand out as the erection grew. Suddenly it would flop upwards and begin to stand on its own as it jerked to a full hard extra digit as it reached the extent of its growth and stood proud amid a fine haze of early bum fluff.
One evening I walked back into my bedroom having nipped to the loo in my pyjamas to discover that a poster had fallen off the wall. Our house was an old farmhouse and two bedrooms had been constructed out of one much larger room. I had one and my sister (two years older than me) had the other. Like all brothers and sisters our relationship was one that swung from pure hatred to an uneasy truce.
On this particular evening the poster’s falling revealed a long crack between the boards used to divide the rooms. I later discovered that it was almost invisible in her room as it ran along the side of her full-length mirror. As long as it was never uncovered whilst my room was lit and hers was in darkness she would never suspect (and never did discover) its existence.
I had had some fantasies in the past about Karen, who was a petite brunette, about four foot six, short straight brown hair. I had been fascinated by her pert breasts as I had watched them jiggle in her tight jumpers and the fact that she had quite sturdy legs clearly outlined in her skin-tight jeans. The contents of her black underwear which I frequently saw on the washing line afforded me material for many a successful wank.
That evening I left my own light off and applied my eye to the sliver of light to meet a sight that almost made me gasp out loud.
Karen was standing, apparently looking straight at me (actually admiring herself in the mirror) in nothing more than her underwear.
I had a full view of her taut stomach surmounted by those neat breasts fully contained in her dark underwear. Her legs appeared to sprout out of her fairly brief knickers and even with those on I could discern the mound of her crotch.
As I watched she unfastened the clip at the back of her bra and turned away to drop it on her chair. My disappointment was immediately replaced with joy as she turned back to look at herself.
Her breasts were of a size that each would neatly fit into the palm of a hand –which is exactly what she was doing as she cupped each tit in turn and gently massaged it. Karen was naturally quite brown and picked up a suntan very easily – her boobs, however, were a contrasting white and she had amazingly large areolas (about three inches across) that were a very dark brown and crowned with nipples the size of jelly tots.
My dick shot out of the hole in the front of my pyjamas and I started to toss myself off as I watched her play with her tits.
Having cupped each in turn she ran a wetted finger in circles and homed in on each nipple before firmly taking each and tweaking it in turn.
I had to leave my dick alone or I’d have cum there and then and missed what followed.
Karen smiled at her reflection and then put a finger in each side of her lace knickers before easing them down.
Again she turned away just as they started to descend and I had to accept the view of her gradually revealing backside – as she watched herself over her shoulder.
I wanted to call to her to turn around but knew that that way lay certain death (or something that would seem like it).
With her back to me and totally naked, she walked slowly away from the mirror accentuating the wiggle of her backside as she went to the bed – the mirror was placed at the foot of her bed.
She put one knee on the bed close to the little foot post before swiveling so that she was kneeling facing me once more.
Karen had bent her knees so that the short headboard hid her below the waist and I started to think that the show was over when I noticed what she was doing to the bed furniture.
Each corner of her bed the board was surmounted by an elongated finial which rose about seven inches higher than the board. She was paying very close attention to one of these and I couldn’t help but note how much it was like a rather bulbous and slightly elongated erection. With that in mind her actions then became much clearer as she ran her hand up and down the metal finial before taking it in her mouth.
It took a moment to realise that she was less interested in pretending to suck it than to lubricate it for the main event.
She released the bed knob then slowly sat up straight. Her crotch came into view and I was surprised by how hairy it was. Most of the paintings I’d seen had that part either covered or very bald and featureless.
Karen’s muff was not featureless. Her thick brown hair was parted in the centre with a red gorge that looked like an angry wound.
It was as much as I could do to stop myself from gasping out loud.
She raised her crotch above the level of the now slimy bedpost and then rested her cunt on the tip of the finial. She then rocked her body back and forth very slightly to rub it along the line of her pussy. As she swayed I could see the sharpish end of the post slide along the engorged lips of her cunt and could see that her juices were making the finial more and more slippery.
As she rocked so she squeezed her breasts in turn and pulled at her nipples – all the while watching herself in the mirror – which had the added effect of her appearing to look straight at me as she rode the post.
Suddenly she stopped and I thought for a moment that I had been discovered as she leaned forward towards me. She grasped the bed board with one hand whilst the other slid down to the top of her opening and then she gradually sank onto the post.
I watched in surprise as very slowly first the tip, then the bulb and finally most of the seven-inch finial disappeared into her cunt. She wriggled slightly with the wooden end right inside her before gradually unbending her knees allowing the post to re-emerge from the depths of her pussy.
As it did I could see it soaked with her honey before she sank back onto it.
It did not take a deal of imagination to see that post as my erection (albeit the post was longer and wider).
As she sank and rose on the post I followed her rhythm with my hand on my dick. Unfortunately I came all too soon and lost some of the action as I tried to avoid spunking all over the wall.
When I looked back Karen was reaching a clear climax as her actions became faster, her eyes closed and each hand grasped a breast and massaged it as if she were giving it artificial respiration.
Suddenly her eyes flew open – she seemed to stare straight at me – as she clamped her mouth tight shut and clearly brought herself to an exquisite climax.
After she wiped the finial and slipped into her nightgown I replaced the poster and went to my bed.
I had problems meeting Karen’s eyes at breakfast and my gaze kept wandering to her chest that I had seen so clearly the night before.
Karen’s fucking of the bedpost was a somewhat irregular occurrence and she would often go for a week or more without giving me anything more titillating to watch than a glimpse of her naked body.
That was all to change.
Chapter Two Duets – appreciation
It was only because of what I had seen that I understood the full import of a disagreement between Karen and our parents when they said they were going to buy her a new bed and that this one would be more modern without a footboard.
Karen attempted to argue that her current bed could not be beaten for comfort – but I knew that replacing it with a divan would remove her source of sexual satisfaction.
She lost the argument – but what I thought was to be the ruination of my sexual entertainment proved to be a boon to it as I now had an uninterrupted view of her bed.
One night, only a few days later, our parents had gone away for the weekend and Karen had a friend in for a sleepover.
I’d witnessed some of Karen’s friends staying over in the past (before and after discovering the crack in the wall) – and they had proved little more than long boring gossips about other girls they knew. I’d given up paying any attention to her girls’ nights in – until Samantha visited on this particular weekend.
I’d seen Samantha about – she was a slightly overweight blonde with breasts so large in her loose jumper I doubted she’d seen her stomach in some years – she wore jeans that were probably a size too small and left the meatiness of her legs in no doubt.
On this particular evening the three of us had sat and watched television and we’d seen a film which had featured the heroine topless at one stage.
“I think Thomas fancies her, his eyes are out on chapel pegs at her breasts,” Samantha commented.
“I don’t think Thomas is into that sort of thing yet, are you, Tom-Tom?” she asked poking me in the ribs.
I wasn’t sure what to say and was saved by Samantha.
“If I was a boy I’d fancy her,” she said.
“Well she was well-endowed,” Karen commented. “I can understand the fascination.”
“Can you?” Samantha asked suddenly losing interest in me. She smiled at Karen and went on watching the film.
After it finished I went up to bed and expected that they would stay downstairs and watch another slushy movie which was what Karen usually did when her friends came round. That night they didn’t – just after I’d got into bed I hear them both come up stairs amid some stifled giggling and shushing.
I heard Karen’s door close and then the familiar sound of her shooting the lock she’d had my dad fit – on the grounds that her door sometimes would swing open of its own accord.
I was puzzled as to why she needed the door closed as soon as they went in the bedroom – presumably Samantha would not be changing in the bathroom which was what normally happened.
Curious, I got out of bed (the light was already out) and moved the poster to see if I could watch them both change.
I was surprised to see the two girls in a clinch, standing by the mirror, with arms around each other and clearly in the middle of a long deep kiss. Their mouths remained locked as their hands moved up and down each others’ backs. Samantha was standing on one leg rubbing her knee up and down Karen’s far leg with more and more urgency as they stood there.
They broke the clinch and Karen whispered something I didn’t hear clearly.
Samantha’s reply was more distinct, “Don’t worry; I’ll take you through this gently. Now, first of all stand facing the mirror and I will stand behind you and undress you. Hands down by your side and do nothing but watch in the mirror.”
Very slowly and deliberately Samantha undid the buttons down the front of Karen’s blouse before untucking it from her skirt so that it hung slightly open.
She let her hands glide over the rounds of Karen’s breasts barely touching them before moving her fingers under the bottom of the blouse in search of the skirt fastening.
All the while they both stared in the mirror at each other – and gave the impression of staring straight at me.
Samantha found the button and short zip and undid the skirt letting it pool around Karen’s feet.
“I’m not sure…” Karen started to say – but Samantha put her finger to Karen’s lips and breathed something into her ear.
Karen visibly relaxed at whatever she had said and smiled at her reflection as Samantha eased the blouse off her shoulders and threw it onto the chair in the corner out of my view.
Karen was wearing white underwear that was much briefer than any I’d seen her wear before. The bra supported her breasts but scarcely covered the tops of her brown areolas and I could easily make out the higher wisps of her pubic hairs escaping from the top of her pants.
Once more Samantha ran her hands up and down Karen’s barely concealed body. They made circles around her breasts and then rubbed across the tops of them before diving down towards her covered crotch where they ran around the tops of her thighs and darted between the tops of her legs before emerging again to address her bra.
Karen’s breathing was getting heavier but she remained with her hands by her sides as Samantha found front centre fastening of her brassiere. Having unclipped it she slowly opened the two cups gradually revealing in the mirror her rounded tits.
Once they were uncovered Samantha threw the flimsy garment away and, leaning her chin on Karen’s shoulder watched her own hands as she gently massaged the newly exposed breasts – taking care to address her very erect nipples with the gentlest of tweaks.
Her hands then went down to the top of the white briefs when Karen’s hands suddenly shot out and grasped Samantha’s as if to stop her.
Once again the larger girl whispered something in my sister’s ear and her hands relaxed allowing Samantha to rub the front of her muff gently through the fabric of her knickers.
The regular rubbing was clearly having an effect on Karen as her knees bent slightly and she wriggled her backside against Samantha’s still fully clothed groin.
It seemed that this was too much for Samantha as she very suddenly pulled Karen’s briefs down and revealed her clearly wet cunt in its little brown lawn.
Samantha fell to her knees behind Karen and applied gentle bites to her naked backside and upper legs. From that position she turned Karen to face away from me (which was a great disappointment) and all I could see for a few minutes was that Karen had her hands in Samantha’s hair and was keeping her head buried deep in her pussy – I could hear the light slurping noises as she appeared to be licking her cunt.
My disappointment was short-lived as, just as Karen appeared to be reaching climax and started to thrust her pelvis deep into Samantha’s face, the larger girl broke loose, stood, whispered something again to Karen and moved to stand in front of her.
The positions were now reversed with the more diminutive girl standing naked behind her clothed friend.
What followed was a repeat, almost down to every last detail, of how Karen had been undressed.
First, not without some difficulty, her tight jeans were peeled off revealing those very sturdy legs which disappeared into the bottom of her loose jumper.
Then the jumper was, after another slight struggle between then, removed over her head and Samantha was standing in her light blue underwear.
I’ve already said that she had large boobs – her rather shapeless tops had hidden quite how big they were. As she stood there smiling into the mirror two breasts the size of watermelons were tightly confined into her industrial bra. Her stomach swelled above the line of her contrastingly delicate knickers which were suspiciously darker at the front indicating the escaping juices from her veiled valley.
Karen’s hands felt their way around her massive bosom squeezing the top, bottom and sides of her breasts in turn.
Eventually she turned her attention to the clip at the back and there was a very clear movement of flesh as the bra was unclipped and her tits fell out revealing their heavy size and surprisingly delicate pink nipples.
Karen’s hands spent some time exploring the feel and size of Samantha’s breasts until her hand finally took hold of Karen’s and directed them to the damp patch at the front of her pants.
Karen’s delicate fingers traced the wet line between Samantha’s legs up and down, over and over, until she started to press more firmly and push the material between the obviously engorged lips of her fanny.
Samantha’s hands could not remain at her side and she finally took hold of her pants and removed them in a swift movement to expose her totally bald cunt.
I’d got used to seeing Karen’s furry muff and the sight of Samantha’s smooth and hairless crotch came as a surprise. Her cunt lips were large, not unlike her mouth, and surmounted by what looked like a third nipple.
I’d vaguely heard talk in the playground of “clits” and assumed that this was what was referred to – particularly as Karen lavished so much attention on this little nub at the top of Samantha’s wide wet slit.
Samantha turned around to face Karen and I thought, for a moment, that I was going to miss out once again on the next step.
“Let me sit on the bed,” she whispered.
It was at this moment that I was pleased that the divan had been bought because the big girl sat herself, with her legs akimbo, on the end of the bed facing the mirror. And what a sight – her large pendulous boobs swung as she moved and it was as much as I could do to stop myself going and asking to be invited in: only that was never going to work.
I got my throbbing dick out and gently massaged it as I watched my sister kneel and bury her face deep in Samantha’s succulent snatch. She licked around the outside of her labia before finally diving deep into her cunt, at which point Samantha grasped her head to ensure that she went nowhere.
It was not long before Samantha started to whimper and then shudder – her fingers grasping Karen’s hair more tightly – her whole body shook causing waves of flesh to travel over the upper reaches of her breasts. Within a minute she was biting her lip and virtually bouncing up and down on the end of the bed with Karen having some difficulty keeping in contact with her exploding cunny.
She suddenly let out the deepest of breaths and shuddered violently one more time as she released her grip on Karen.
“Oh, thank you, that was wonderful. It’s a while since I’ve had such a satisfying orgasm. Now it’s your turn.” With that Samantha stood and guided Karen to the same sitting position – but not before she had kissed her fully on the lips and clearly removed by licking and sucking all of her own cum cream from around Karen’s mouth.
As Karen sat and Samantha bent to kneel Karen kissed the tops of her friends breasts and played with their weight.
“You’re so lucky to have such big tits,” I heard her mutter.
“Like most people I’m not satisfied with my body – I want to thin and svelte like you.”
Karen continued to suck at Samantha’s nipples and to massage her large mammaries before Samantha grasped Karen’s tits and kneaded them for a while.
It was more than I could stand and I came all over my pyjama bottoms in thick splodges of jism that I knew would stain but suddenly didn’t really care about.
As I contemplated the area I’d covered in cum I noticed that Samantha had sunk to her knees and was licking the hair around Karen’s cunt.
She explored the little lawn for some time before her tongue finally found her fuckhole and she applied her tongue in and out of it in a regular fashion.
As a spectacle what followed was not very interesting as Samantha moved across and I could only see the back of her head buried between Karen’s thighs.
When Karen finally climaxed, amid much stifled squealing, the two of them shuffled up the bed and entwined their legs around one another as they fell quickly asleep on the bed covers with the lights still on.
I crept back to my bed and played the scene through over and over again – which I did most nights thereafter.
Samantha never visited again as she went off to University shortly after their night of lesbian passion.
It was not the last action I witnessed through wall – there was one more before my bedroom was redecorated and the gap disappeared.
What happened next must have been a few months later – enough time for Karen to have got herself a steady boyfriend who had become a fairly standard fixture in the house some evenings and every Sunday.
The boyfriend, Rick, was about two years older than her and would have been disapproved of my parents if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was a rugby player (that was what kept him away the other evenings and Saturdays). Rick was a really pleasant and surprisingly shy character who was six foot in his stocking-feet and built like an American fridge and had a shock of ginger hair over which he appeared to have no control.
Karen and Rick never had any occasion when they were alone in the house – until the weekend of my father’s work conference to which spouses had been invited.
We were admonished to ensure that we did not “have people round” or “do anything we shouldn’t” and we promised faithfully to be good.
That Saturday we were sitting in front of the tv watching a rather noisy film (which would not have been approved of) when there was a knock at the door.
I went to open it to discover Rick.
“Is Karen in?” he asked, “Oh, there you are,” as Karen came into view. “I’ve come round to keep you company.”
“Oh, lovely, come in.”
“I want to see the rest of this film,” I complained seeing that I would be turfed out of the living room.
“Is there anywhere else we can go?” Rick asked, “I don’t fancy going out again I’ve only just got back from an away match.”
“Why don’t you go to your own room?” I asked. “You’ve got a tv in there.”
“That’s true,” Karen agreed. “We’ll go upstairs. But don’t you say anything to mum or dad – we’re doing this for you.”
“I won’t say anything,” I promised and dashed back to watch the film.
Just about an hour later I turned the television off and went upstairs – I didn’t turn the light on in my bedroom but removed the poster to see what they were up to. I’m not sure what I expected to see – probably them sitting cuddling watching her little television (in other words exactly what they would have been doing if they were downstairs).
What I didn’t expect was to find them sitting on the end of the bed playing cards, using the bed as the table. And what I certainly didn’t expect was that they would both be in their underwear – Karen wearing only bra and knickers and Rick wearing only his Y-fronts.
They were concentrating very closely on their cards as Karen laid down her hand only to have it beaten by Rick.
“Off with the top,” he smiled quietly at her.
“Must I?”
“Of course, those were the agreed rules.”
Carefully Karen reached behind her back and released her boobs form the confines of her bra. Rick looked on appreciatively.
“Very nice,” he said. “Can I touch?”
“Not yet. Let’s finish this game.”
They played another hand which Karen literally played close to her chest covering her lighter breasts and giant areolas from Rick’s (and my) view. As she played each card, however, she let her breasts swing tantalizingly forward and I knew that she deliberately teasing Rick.
She lost that hand too and turned away from us both as she lowered her panties revealing her very full and rounded bottom.
“Let the dog see the rabbit,” Rick said and she slowly turned to reveal her crotch which almost made me gasp aloud. No longer was it a triangle of wild hair but a thin neat line of hair from the top of her cunt upwards emphasizing the line and position of her fanny.
“Wow,” he said, “Is that a toothpick cut?”
“Yes, do you like?”
“I like. Let’s forget cards – let’s play something much more interesting.”
“Not so fast – haven’t you forgotten something?” she looked meaningfully at his covered crotch.
“Whoops, yes, let me catch up.”
Rick stood and eased his Y-fronts down – as they passed the end of his swollen dick it bounced up into a horizontal position. As my first sight of another boy’s cock – particularly in such a state, I had trouble tearing my eyes away. His very solid thick rod exploded from an undergrowth of orange hair and the dark purple hood was wet with anticipation. His balls hung surprisingly low and sung with his every movement. Although my equally erect dick was a little shorter and a little less thick it was weeping copiously with pre-cum and I squeezed my rather tight ball sac as I watched Karen take in the sight of his proud erection.
“My, my,” said Karen.
“Yours, yours.” He took her hands and guided them to grasp his engorged cock and she clamped onto his dick his hands explored her breasts as they stood facing each other. “You’ve got a lovely pair of breasts here, Karen.”
“I like the hard feel of your dick, Rick.” They both laughed at the inadvertent rhyme. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Just stroking it as you are is good enough for the moment – but don’t forget my balls.”
“Ooh, they’re so cool and heavy!” she exclaimed using her right hand to cup his free-swinging gonads.
“How about you start by giving it a kiss – I’ll return the favour in a minute.”
Karen obediently sank to her knees and carefully approached his lightly bobbing cock with her pursed lips before lightly kissing the end.
“It’s wet,” she commented.
“In readiness for you. Try licking it.”
Karen experimentally ran her tongue along the length of his erection – clearly getting a taste for it she used more and more of her tongue and enveloped more of his swollen organ at each pass.
“That’s good – now try it in your mouth.”
“It won’t all fit in there!”
“You’ll manage enough of it and I think you’ll like it.”
She tentatively sucked in the hood and clearly rolled it round and round her tongue licking furiously at the point where the little bridge of skin attached the underside to his fully-withdrawn foreskin.
“Mmm!” she mumbled with her mouth full.
“Now a gentle back and forth movement like you’re sucking an ice-lolly.”
She rocked her head back and forth taking in a greater and greater length of his tool each time until she was almost taking its full length.
Suddenly Rick pulled out and away from her.
“What, have I done?” she asked bewildered.
“Nothing,” he said, “It’s what you nearly did. I don’t want to cum just yet. It’s your turn now. Lie down on the bed.”
Karen laid herself on the bed and I had an excellent view of the length of her body as she opened her legs slightly.
Rick lay down next to her and spent some time sucking at her breasts whilst I watched his hand firstly massaging her now virtually bald crotch. Gradually the fingers homed in on the opened and wet slit of her cunt. He lightly ran his finger up and down its length before suddenly plunging it into her depths. The finger rapidly re-emerged and he then alternated between rubbing her clit at the bottom of her thin line of pussy hair and diving first one and then two fingers deeper into her slimy slit.
After a few minutes of this Rick said, “Now it’s your turn, stay there.”
With that he got to his knees and turned around so his face was by Karen’s crotch and his hard prick was near her face. He rolled over to her and placed a knee either side of head.
Initially he sat up so that he could see the full length of her body and the only part of his she could access was his balls which were resting on her mouth.
I saw them, in turn disappear into Karen’s open mouth as she sucked each of them before her tongue re-emerged to seek his engorged cock. At that moment Rick leaned forward.
I just caught sight of his dick entering her mouth as his tongue touched down at the top of her thin line of hair. He slowly sucked his way through the narrow lawn until his mouth reached the top of her waiting cunt.
I had a perfect view of his tongue creating circles around her wet slit until he finally homed in on the waiting gorge and dived deep in over and over running his tongue the length of her cunny and paying particular attention to that little nub at the top that clearly offered her the greatest satisfaction.
Suddenly her legs began to shake violently and he redoubled his ministrations as her hips started to buck and move with his licking. She made deep throated noises as the trembling became more exaggerated until Karen thrust her pussy into Rick’s face and he abruptly stopped and rolled off her. She tried to follow but he pushed her onto her back.
“Hang on, let’s do this properly.”
“Hurry up. Rick, don’t hang about. Fuck me properly!”
“I’m about to.”
As they spoke he turned himself back round and pulled her legs towards the foot of the bed until her knees hung over the end and he stood on the floor.
He grasped a knee in each hand and I just caught sight of his dick resting on her labia before her thrust it slowly into the depths of her cunt. His balls smacked against her bottom each time he thrust deep into her.
With nothing to occupy her mouth my sister became vocal once more.
“Deeper. Stick it in deeper. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“I am doing. God, your twat’s tight. I can feel you squeezing my dick.”
“Can you feel this?” I saw her cheeks tighten as she clearly squeezed her fanny muscles.
“Ah! Yes!”
“Fuck!”
“Yes!”
“Fuck me!”
“Ah! Yes!!”
“Fuck!!”
“Yes!!”
“Fuck me!!”
“AH!!! YES!!”
“FUCK!!”
“YES!!”
“FUCK ME!!”
“FUCK!! YESSS!” they both cried simultaneously as their bucking reached a crescendo.
They both paused.
“Leave it in. I like the feeling of your dick in my pussy.”
“I can’t stand her all night. Shift up the bed.”
Karen carefully moved up the bed obviously afraid that Rick would slip out of her and he gently went with her until they were lying fully with Rick on top and his cock still buried deep in her cunt.
“I really enjoyed that,” Rick commented. “But I thought you told me you were a virgin. I expected some problems when I penetrated you the first time.”
“That was my first fuck – but your cock is not the first (nor the biggest) thing to go in there. It was by far the best. Can we do it all again?”
“Not just yet – I need a bit of time out. Can you turn out the light now?”
“I can now; we’ve put on a good show.”
“A good show?”
“Don’t worry,” she said. As she reached up to pull the light switch I swear she looked straight at me, smiled and then winked before the room was plunged into darkness.
I felt myself go hot and then cold – had Karen known I was watching all along? My hard-on dissipated rapidly at the thought that she had been aware from the start that she was being watched.
As I thought about her antics on the bedpost and with Samantha as well as this evening with Rick I began to feel a surge of blood rush back to my flaccid member at the thought that, in a way, I had been a participant in all of Karen’s sexual adventures.
I couldn’t help but hear them both again in the night, and once again in the morning, but I did not go anywhere near the crack in the wall.
The following day and forever after the only comment that was made was Karen’s query at breakfast that morning.
“Watch anything good last night after we went upstairs?” she smile and her eyes twinkled as she asked.
I wasn’t sure how best to answer so I said nothing.
Shortly after that the re-decoration took place and the wall was replaced with a new plasterboard one without gaps.
Chapter Three Duets – performance
The events of that night kept my imagination active for some months afterwards.
My own first foray into partnership sex happened when we were on holiday.
We’d gone to Gran Canaria for a fortnight’s holiday and were on an all-inclusive package – just my parents and me as Karen had arranged to go with friends to France.
I had my own little room and, although I saw my parents each day at breakfast and for the evening meal we went our different ways between except for the few occasions we went out on excursions.
One afternoon I was sitting in a secluded spot on the beach when a woman in her mid to late thirties wandered towards me and took up residence in a sun bed just near mine.
There were about six beds in the little area which was slightly out of sight of the main beach. It was lunch time and a large family that had occupied the other beds had just taken all of their things and gone in – very excited about a trip they were going to make that afternoon.
The woman was a short brunette – she was very slightly built with very little shape. Her relatively flat chest was contained in a yellow bikini top and she wore a very minimal pair of briefs.
As she settled onto the sun bed she shot me a smile before putting her sunglasses on and producing a paperback. I realised I’d seen her a few times about with a much older husband who had difficulty walking without a stick. A lot of the time she was on her own and I’d seen her talking to various other people at different times.
As I lay there enjoying the sun my mind wandered back to the “shows” (as I’d come to think of them) put on by Karen and suddenly realised that I was developing a noticeable erection in my trunks.
I blushed as I looked up and saw the woman looking across – quite clearly at my crotch. She’d taken off her sunglasses and then shot me a smile.
“Lovely weather isn’t it?” she asked.
“Er, yes, lovely.”
“Your parents left you for the day?”
“Yes they’ve gone off to Las Palmas on a coach outing.”
“Not your cup of tea?”
“Not really, I’m not into sight-seeing. I want to top up my tan so I’ve got something to take home from this holiday.”
“I’m not too keen on travelling in coaches. Mind if I come over and join you?” she asked.
I was a little taken aback by the suggestion – there were plenty of empty sunbeds about.
“No,” I said unable to think of a reason to prevent her.
She got up and wandered over and then laid herself down on the bed right next to mine.
“My name’s Kim, and you are…?”
“I’m Tom.”
“Pleased to meet you, Tom.”
She then started to spray sun cream onto her upper chest and stomach before rubbing it in – I couldn’t help watching her hands as they massaged her tight tummy and her little finger caught twice in the top of her bikini bottoms.
She turned onto her stomach.
“I know it’s a terrible liberty but there is no way I can reach the small of my back. Tom, would you mind awfully just putting a spot of cream on there?”
“Er, no.”
She gave me the spray bottle and pointed to the spot on her back that needed doing.
I sprayed the spot and offered her the bottle back.
“You’ll need to just rub it in, Tom, otherwise it won’t work.”
Now I’d never touched a woman before, let alone a perfect stranger with barely a stitch on. I kind of poked at the patch of spray with two fingers.
“Use your whole hand, Tom. The palm.”
I placed my palm on her hot back midway between her bikini bra top and her briefs and rubbed. It was quite a nice feeling and my erection started to return.
“You’ll need to make sure there’s nothing missed, Tom. Make sure you go under the strap.”
My hand nudged her bra strap up and rubbed between her shoulders.
“And right down to my panty line otherwise I’ll burn.”
More reluctantly I approached the waistband of her bikini bottom and just touched it with the side of my hand – I wasn’t going any further.
“Lovely, thanks ever so much, Tom,” she said turning back over. She immediately glanced back at my crotch which I tried to hide by crossing my legs. “Don’t try to hide your appreciation of a woman’s body. It’s only a natural reaction, Tom.”
I wasn’t sure that made me feel any easier – it was certainly enough to dampen my ardour once more.
“I couldn’t help noticing your excitement earlier – what caused that?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I stuttered.
“Yes you do, your friend,” Kim glanced down toward my now dormant dick, “was stirring over something before I came over here. Was it in memory of events or in anticipation?”
I could think of nothing other than to tell her the truth. “Memory.”
“With a girl?”
“Sort of.”
“Oh, so you’re still an amateur, as it were?”
“Er, yes,” I was finding this the most difficult conversation since my dad tried to explain the facts of life and ended up getting flustered and referring me to a medical book.
“How about we address that issue and you really go home with something to remember?”
“Sorry?”
She smiled and started to get up and gather her things. “Come with me. Come on.”
Not entirely sure of what she meant I gathered my book, glasses and my sun cream and meekly followed her as she strode across the beach towards the hotel.
As she walked I couldn’t help watching the swing of her tight backside and listening to her thighs rubbing together.
I had a sudden plan – as we approached the hotel doorway I would dip off to one side and disappear. At that moment she turned as if to ensure that I was still with her.
“Walk ahead of me – room 412.”
I had no choice but to walk in front. As I got to the lift I hoped that its doors would close before she arrived and I could get out on another floor and double back. But the doors remained resolutely open until she joined me in the lift and pressed 4 on the panel.
Once the doors closed Kim turned to me and said, “I may not be very well endowed on the tit front, Tom, but you’ll find no complaints when you get lower down. I’ll be very gentle with you as it’s your first time. It is your first time isn’t it?”
I thought to claim it wasn’t when I realised I was intending to go through with it. I then tried to think of a reason to escape before I wondered whether I really wanted to miss the opportunity that I was being offered.
“Yes, it will be my first time,” I said – I’d obviously made up my mind.
As we stepped into her room I suddenly wondered about her husband.
It was as if she read my mind. “Tony’s in a separate room on the ground floor due to his arthritis – we’ll not be disturbed – the maids have already done the room.”
She led me by the hand towards the bed and patted it indicating I was to sit.
“I’ll need to get out of these bits – just release my top will you, Tom?” She turned and dipped down so I could undo her bikini top. My hands trembled as I fiddled with the catch but I eventually unfastened it.
She turned to face me with her top still held in place by her hands.
“Firstly you can have a good look, and feel, of my boobs, Tom.”
She slowly lowered her top and revealed a pair of tits that were no bigger than large oranges – very white compared with her body – surmounted by pert pink nipples.
She took my hands from my lap where they were hiding my burgeoning hard-on and placed one on each breast.
I naturally squeezed and felt the smoothness and the pliability of her tits and could feel her hard nipples on the inside of my palms.
“Stand up a moment so you can see them properly, Tom.”
I stood and ran my hands in circles around her breasts before she removed my hands and pulled my head down into her bosom. I felt the softness of her skin on my cheek and could not stop myself from kissing the ends of her nipples. She pulled my head closer so that I had little choice but to suck on the jelly-tot I had in my lips and explore the roughness of the area around her hard teat. I explored her breasts with my tongue and mouth for some minutes before she gently pushed my head away.
“Sit yourself back down, Tom. There’s more to a woman that her breasts.”
With that she started to push her bikini bottoms down revealing a neatly cut triangle of dense hair that totally hid her sex hole.
When she stepped out of her panties she stood before me – I’d seen Karen (and Samantha) at a distance through a gap in the wall – but that was as nothing to sitting inches away from a raw fanny.
“Run your fingers through my little lawn, Tom,” she said. “I won’t bite.”
I tentatively touched Kim’s springy little mat with the back of my hand and was surprised by its softness.
“Use your fingers.”
I turned my hand round and ran the tips of my fingers from the top of her little bush downwards and realised I could feel the outline of her pussy lips. I also noted that those lips were damp and that, as I did a second pass, opening slightly like some exotic flower.
The sweet musky smell did not escape my notice as I continued to exert slightly more pressure with each pass until my fingers were passing through her pubes rather than over them and were brushing the insides of her lower lips.
I felt the soft roughness of her opening made slick with her increasing flow of juices.
“Would you like to kiss my pussy, Tom?”
I didn’t need to think about the question and nodded dumbly as she stepped forward and my nose was only an inch away from her rich-smelling rug. She put her hands on my head and gently pushed my face closer until I felt the slight coarseness of her bush and my lips came in contact with her lips. I wasn’t quite sure what to do – but I had watched a couple of masterclasses through the peephole and so carefully ran my tongue up the length of her cunny. My tongue soon found the little hard nub of skin that was her clit and I lightly sucked on that hearing, to my surprise and excitement, Kim gasp with pleasure. It was nearly enough to make me cum in my swimming trunks.
She let me spend a short while licking up and down her cunt darting my tongue in and out of her wet opening before she lightly moved my head back and took a step backward.
“Let’s swap places, Tom. I’ll sit on the bed and you stand while I give you a little attention.” She guided me to a standing position between her open knees and my hands gravitated towards her tight tits but she brushed them aside. “Just put your hands down for a moment so I can see what’s happening.”
She then reached out and grasped the waistband of my trunks. By this time I had a fully fledged erection barely contained within the tight flimsy material of my swimwear. I was also very conscious of a growing wet patch of darker blue on the light blue fabric indicating the end of my constrained knob.
Kim pulled my only item of clothing down – as the briefs released my dick it shot upwards suddenly released from the confines of my trunks.
I felt very self-conscious as no one had seen my cock for many years and absolutely no one else had witnessed it in its swollen condition. Apart from Rick’s I had nothing to compare it with and somehow assumed it was fairly inferior as it stuck out from my thin layer of hair. Its five inch length surmounted by the fully exposes purple helmet grew from a barely concealed base below which my tight red balls hung. My anticipation of what might follow was such that my balls ached and I was sure I could feel the strain of the pumping blood though every exposed vein along its length. The little hole at the end actually dripped with pre-cum – a little globule of which was suspended on a string of jism at the end.
“That’s not a bad little John Henry you’ve got there, Tom. Let me have a closer look.” She eased me forward slightly until the end of my cock was almost touching her mouth.
Very slowly she extended her tongue and, without actually touching my straining stiffy she collected the dripping juice and swallowed it. The sight excited me as much as the view I still had of her tight tits and hairy cunt just below me.
Her tongue shot out again and delicately curled around the end of my dick before she closed in with her lips. As I stood there her mouth closed around the helmet of my cock and she slowly took in its length until the whole thing had disappeared inside her.
I could feel the wet warmth of her enveloping my prick and then the sensation of her closed lips as she allowed it re-emerge. I could feel her tongue as it darted around my member and felt that I’d died and gone to heaven. I couldn’t think of a more satisfying feeling as I stood there – but I was soon to find out that this was only the start.
She slowly fucked me with her face for a few moments – but must have realised that I was on a knife edge and liable to cum very easily.
“I’m going to let you cum in my mouth, Tom,” she said as she released my pulsating pecker for a moment. “Enjoy this – but don’t imagine you’re going to miss out on your first fuck – that’ll come a little later when you’re less liable to go off too soon.”
Her lips recaptured my dick and she started to move back and forth along its length whilst, at the same time, she grasped my balls in one hand and squeezed them rhythmically.
It was probably less than thirty seconds later that I felt an electric shock running round the top of my thighs and surging towards her face. I felt my cum make the full journey as my balls contracted and expanded causing a jet of jism to fly the length of my shaft and explode into Kim’s waiting mouth.
I thought the cumming would never stop – but she took it all and continued to suck on my dick until she was sure that there was no more left in it.
As she let my dick and balls go she guided me to sit beside her.
“How do you feel?” she asked as she licked a dribble of spunk off her lips.
“Exhausted!” I suddenly went super-polite and said, “Thank you ever so much.”
Kim laughed. “Don’t worry, Tom, you’ll earn it.” She leaned over my lap and, like a dog or cat, licked my dick clean of the juices that coated it.
I was amazed at the fact that I found this a further turn-on and that my cock was not suffering its usual post-wank withering.
“Let me explain what we’re going to do, while you get your breath back. First you are going to suck my tits and then you will return to kissing my cunt. In the meantime I will be reviving your John Thomas, Tom, so that it is ready for the main event.”
I hadn’t heard anything that was too objectionable in her suggestion and was looking forward to revisiting her crotch.
“Have you heard of a soixante-neuf?”
“Isn’t it French for sixty three?” I asked.
She laughed, “You’re six out – it’s a sixty nine.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of that – and I’ve seen one,” I blurted before I thought about what I was saying.
“Oh, you’ve seen one have you? I’ll not ask how a naughty boy like you got to watch that – not with the participants’ agreement, I’ll bet. Anyway, lay yourself out flat on the bed, Tom.”
I did as she asked conscious that my cock was starting to revive and raise itself like a mini-flagpole as she knelt, sitting back on her heels just above my head. She leaned forward a little putting a hand either side of my chest and I watched her breasts dangle as they were lowered towards me.
They may not have looked too much when they were encased in her bikini top but gravity was now increasing their size and they hovered a few inches above my face.
“Now, one breast at a time, I want you to take the left nipple in your mouth and roll it around.” I followed her instruction taking the enlarged teat between my lips and licking the end of it, once again feeling the slightly bumpy skin that immediately surrounded the surprisingly hard nipple. I could also feel the soft skin of her breast as it pressed against the rest of my face. “Now, very lightly nibble around my left nipple and then do the same to the end itself. And while you’re doing that, Tom, don’t forget I’ve got two – so use your hand on my right one.”
I gently nipped the skin between my teeth as if I was biting on a grape without bursting it. I worked my way around her tit and returned to the nipple. In the meantime my right hand sought out the other hanging dug and gently massaged the entire breast.
After some time of offering these ministrations she asked me to swap over and my mouth sought out her right nipple which she teasingly brushed past my lips several times until I caught it. My left hand sought out the soft roundness of her left breast which was now a little damp around the end from my mouth.
She then pressed her body down onto my face and I felt as if I was about to suffocate in her breasts – I’m sure if Karen’s friend, Samantha, had tried it I would not have survived.
“Right, now let’s get on with the soxiante-neuf. I’ll not be able to give much instruction, Tom ,as I hope to have my mouth full and you may not be able to hear me anyway.
With that she raised her bottom off her heels and slid slowly forward down the length of my body. She showered my upper chest with little nibbles, sucks and kisses and spent a little time doing to my nipples what I had done to hers.
I was surprised at how effective her tweaking was and I felt my dick stiffen further as she set off down my stomach towards my straining stiffy.
In the meantime her furry crotch rose above my face and gradually sank down towards me. I smelt her womanly odour long before I was able to make any sort of contact as her thighs, either side of my face held me in a vice-like grip. But what s soft, warm vice it was!
I could see her cunt glistening within the triangle of hair that framed it as it slowly approached my mouth. I suddenly felt a drip of liquid land on my nose and realised with a sudden thrill that she was so excited she was dripping her love juices.
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