"Well, yes, but..
"Please stay, Andrew. Tell me about what you teach."
Andrew felt the heat stirring in his groin. Up to this point he'd managed to keep himself under control. Though Jenna was the same age as his sister, she was a provocative woman. Perhaps it was
because she was the same age as his sister that he found her so alluring. Deep down inside, Andrew had a passion for his sister.
Nice things had happened to Andrew that night, and Jenna, who had never before been satisfied with one man no matter how many climaxes she achieved, was more than satisfied with him. At last, she had found the one male capable of making her feel good inside, instead of giving her that sensation of a sexual release without love.
Things would have gone from good to better, and from better to best, had not Sammy, Andrew's fourteen-year-old brother, come home from military school. Sammy was as unlike Andrew as any male could be. He was aggressive, open, and given to talking too much. Jenna knew he was fooling around with a neighborhood girl named Cindy, who was only thirteen years old, though she had no idea just how far things had gone. Actually, she could not have cared less. Andrew was the one in whom she was interested.
So she was very irritated the day Sammy, who though he was fourteen was not much shorter than Andrew, came over to her and told her he had been outside on the fire escape the previous night, when she and Andrew had cavorted in her bed. And the price of his silence was a good fucking. What bothered Jenna was the thrill she felt at having heard what he said. She suddenly realized the liking she had for Andrew was extending itself to Sammy, and so agreed to let Sammy have his way with her, especially since he would soon be going back to military school. So she had brought him into her bedroom.
Sammy, for all his fooling around, was still a virgin. But that would soon be taken care of. Hell, it just wasn't right for him not to get fucked with Jenna so handy. It was true he had really fooled around a lot with Cindy. He had sucked her cunt,
and she had sucked his cock. He had fingered her, front and rear, and she had jerked on his chain. But not once had she ever allowed him to fuck her. And her tiny asshole was too tight to be used. Hell, not that Cindy was bad at sucking cock, but Sammy wanted to feel what it was like to bury his cock in a cunt. He wanted to know the pleasure of hot, wet cunt-walls surrounding his meat. And he also wanted to fuck an asshole. He figured his brother must have sodomized the woman at least once. Besides, he wanted to know if all women were alike. He wanted to feel Jenna suck his cock, and see if it felt the same as when Cindy did it, or if it was better or worse.
Impulsively, Jenna put her arm around the boy's shoulders, and he shivered. He noticed she had been meaning to make an early night of it. Her bed was already turned down, and she was wearing an opaque nightgown, which was not what she'd had on the previous evening when he'd sneaked down the fire escape and peeked in her window. But what the heck, soon she'd be as naked as she was with Andrew, and he'd get what he wanted.
The boy's flesh was more than warm, it was hot. The very heat brought a stinging in her nipples, and
of their own volition they began swelling. Oddly, there was no sense of guilt. Jenna thought she might feel certain pangs, but she didn't. She suddenly realized, she wanted this young boy every bit as much as she'd wanted, his brother. She was glad he'd discovered her with Andrew.
Once in the bedroom, standing near the bed, she held him tightly to her, pressing his face into her tits, and she could feel his open mouth running along the nylon material, looking for the bumps made by her enlarging nipples. A tingle in her boobs moved quickly outward, traveling down into her already burning cunt.
"You must have a nice little pecker," she said,
smiling.
"It isn't so little," he replied. "Maybe it isn't as big as Andrew's, yet, but it's still big enough."
"I'll have to have a look and see for myself," she told him.
Her hand was pressing against his chest, and she was pleased he was as aroused as she. She could feel the thud of his heart. Her own heart was pounding at the thought of playing with the boy's cock and balls.
"Would you care for some soda first?" she asked, cruelly teasing him just a little.
"Heck, no!" he responded, looking about the bedroom. Like his sister's, this room had a woman's touch about it. It had a soft, perfumed smell, and Sammy didn't mind admitting to himself that he liked it.
Suddenly he realized she had undone his pants and, along with his under shorts, had pulled them down. His cock stuck nakedly up, lancing the open aim
Jenna's breath caught in her throat. It was a large one, all right. Especially when one considered it was attached to a young, growing boy. He had to lift his legs one at a time to let his pants and under shorts fall to the floor, and as he did so, Jenna had a good look at his balls. They weren't as large as Andrew's but they were larger than those of many boys she'd known. Oh, he was going to be hung better than a bull once he was full grown.
They lay on the bed together, and she clasped his young, lean body to hers, holding him tightly, kissing his face. When he tried jabbing his tongue m her ear, she held his head firmly in place and began kissing his lips while letting her other hand run up and down between his already aching thighs.
Her hand purposely did not touch his man-sized prick, lightly caressing his inner thighs and rubbing his firm belly. He tried pushing his body against
her, attempting to press his cock head into her belly, but she skillfully backed away and continued teasing him.
When she saw he couldn't take the teasing any longer, she allowed her fingertips to graze the tip of his throbbing cock. The instant she touched the umbrella like tip, it began twitching wildly from side to side.
For Sammy, Jenna was a wild experience, all right.' He had thought she might reluctantly give in, allowing him to poke his cock between her thighs, just to get it over with. But no, she was enjoying it as much as he, and she was playing with him in a way Cindy never had.
"Let's elevate you a little," she murmured into his ear, each word striking his eardrum like a thunderbolt. Her voice sounded. as excited to him as he felt, and he quickly raised his ass to allow her to stuff a pillow underneath. Like a huge boom, his cock swung wildly about, almost stretched out of its skin.
"Now let's see what you're really made of," she said, her fingers encircling the fleshy pole of his hot cock. Then she said, "What a beautiful cock. What an absolutely marvelous prick." Her thumb and forefinger pr6ssed the shiny dome tightly, and the lubricant caused her fingers to slide all the way down to the base.
"Wow!" was all Sammy could say, his eyes tightly shut.
Then Jenna's lips were on his, while her hand gripped his flaming cock tightly, and for an instant Sammy was afraid he'd blast off. But he regained control of himself, even as the woman's tongue swirled through his mouth.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked, and all he could do was nod.
"I know Andrew used to play with himself a lot," she murmured. "Do you?"
"N-No," he answered, shaking his head. "I've found some girls who are willing to play around, though none of 'em are as good as YOU."
I should hope not, Jenna thought to herself, and then gasped as she felt his hand cup her tit and tighten around it, pressing the cloth of her nightgown against her.
"I see I'm dealing with a man of experience," she said, smiling. "Obviously you want me to remove my nightgown so you can touch my bare body."
"Mmmm… yeah," was all Sammy could reply, and his hands were already tugging on the cloth, puffing it up.
"Wait," she cautioned. "Don't tear the material."
Deep inside her own sensations were mounting higher and higher. She released his cock just long enough to pull the nightgown off, after which she quickly grabbed hold of it, as if afraid she might actually lose it.
"Golly, those are beautiful tits," he mumbled. "I thought so the other night when I was staring at them from outside, but up close they're even nicer. Can I play with them?"
"They're all yours," Jenna smiled.
His fingers gripped her nipples so tightly for a moment she was afraid he might pull them off. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and his entire body seemed on the verge of erupting as her palm caressed his balls.
"Easy," she cautioned. "Nice and easy."
He heard her as if from a long way off he was so engrossed in touching her. Still, he heeded her voice and began lightly caressing her nipples, feeling their leathery sponginess as his palms moved back and forth again and again, feeling the way they tickled him.
"That's good," Jenna assured him. "That's the
right way to do it."
The boy was good. He was so good in the way he was now caressing her tits, Jenna was surprised. Who would have thought an inexperienced fourteen-year-old could be so adept at touching her.
Her palm pressed harder on his scrotum, tightening around it, feeling his balls throb inside. They were pressing one against the other, and it was difficult for her to distinguish one ball from the other. The harder she squeezed, the louder he moaned, but it was a sound of pure ecstasy. She could tell by the way his eyes were squeezed shut plus the fact that his thighs opened all the wider to allow her a better hold. He knew, all right. He really knew. Hell, he knew more than his brother, and Jenna had been teaching Andrew so well she knew he would shortly surpass most of the other boys she'd known, despite their having so much more experience. Yet this young teenager seemed to know everything without her having to teach him.
His knowing fingers were carefully rubbing her tits, pressing her sensitive nipples harder and harder. She saw his eyes open and lock on her left nipple. His mouth was opening and closing, and he was licking his lips. Her tawny-colored nipples were now completely hard, both pointing at him like a pair of accusing fingers. And then, all of a sudden, he leaned forward and slowly took the left nipple between his lips, lightly playing with it, letting his tongue rub across its firm tip. His teeth lightly rubbed the soft flesh of the pointing nipple, taking great care to taste- her deliciously clean flesh.
For such a young boy he was more than a little knowledgeable. Jenna's eyes were locked on the boy's mouth as it nursed hungrily at her tit, while she felt his fingers playing wildly with her other nipple. Blazing sensation moved trough her,
shooting from her tits straight down to the sopping slot of her cunt. His hand continually squeezed her right tit, pressing the turgid nipple, making it remain fully swollen and ultra sensitive. She even had a small climax, and allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy it.
Her hand was no longer rubbing his balls but was now gripping his upstanding cock. She squeezed the cock tightly, and felt him slide his hips back and forth, moving his solid meat through her fist as easily as if it were the cunt for which he was longing.
"Slow down," she gasped as his tongue slid across the expanded bud of her nipple, driving her wild with feeling.
His mouth was opening wider, and he was sucking in more and more of her tit. She could feel her nipple pressing against the back of his palate and it drove her into frenetic writhings.
Looking down, Jenna could see his youthful prick surging back and forth in her fist, its purple head jutting up and down. For so small a boy he had a very large cock, she thought again. When he grew to full size Jenna knew his prick would be the envy of all his friends.
His mouth began hurting her nipple. She couldn't take the suction, and finally managed to pull the sensitive tit from his eager lips. The hand which she'd used to clutch his ass was now free and she was pressing it firmly against his chest. The other hand continued manipulating his beautiful cock, but more slowly as she attempted to calm him before he shot prematurely. He was breathing heavily, his chest pushing back against the hand pressing on it.
"My, but you are anxious," she smiled. "You seem to know a jot more than most boys your age.
Now both his hands were clutching her pro
tuberant tits, his thumbs and fingers working swiftly to keep her highly aroused. Jenna loved it, even if his fingers were really no match for his tongue and lips.
"Take your time," she told him. "We want to enjoy this for a long time, and not let things happen too quickly."
She leaned over him and slowly brought her lips down on his. She gasped with surprise when his tongue probed between her lips as his hand sank into the hairy swamp of her cunt.
"You really do know a lot," she muttered, and kissed him all the harder, raising her body slightly so his fingers could rub her slick cuntlips all the better. Excitement battered its way through her shuddering body. "So you want to feel a big girl's cunt, eh?" she smiled, parting her thighs to make things easier. "Go right ahead, but slowly, very slowly. Don't force your fingers into me. Make sure I'm wet enough down there first. That's the way."
In his desire to please Jenna, Sammy was moving more slowly and carefully than before, taking some of the edge off the pleasure he had been imparting. Now, when Jenna was ready to roar ahead at full steam, he was easing up. Her boobs swelled and jutted, burning inside.
Staring at Sammy's purple-headed cock, she watched the way it was pouring out heavy doses of slippery lubricant, coating her jerking fist. His hips had picked up speed again, and his hand, thrusting into her hot, wet cunt was matching the rhythm.
He already had one finger deeply embedded into her blistering cunt. Now he tentatively slid a second finger in. When he finally pushed the third finger into her there was no resistance whatsoever. His fingers moved back and forth easily, and he was ready to slip his pinky in. Jenna felt his thumb reaching up for, and rubbing, her clitoris, and for a
moment she thought of herself as a virgin girl first discovering the joys of sex. His youth seemed to rejuvenate her and make all the old things new and wonderful again.
Falling back on the bed, she released his cock, and with her hands on his waist pulled him over and on top of her. Her thighs were wide open and she pulled his hand out of her cunt, hauling him into the proper position, and Sammy knew it was time. He was going in, at last. He was going to discover the wonder of a hot cunt. Now he would finally see how good it was and no longer have to depend on what he heard from others or read in books, or even saw, peeping in windows. This was it. This was the supreme moment for which he had waited so long.
He felt her anxious, practiced thighs surround him as her eager hand reached down and grabbed his hot cock, guiding it to the sopping slit. He wriggled anxiously, then contained himself for an instant as she placed the burning point between her slavering cuntlips. She was moaning, as ecstatic as he but he didn't notice her excitement. He was too tied up in his own feelings. He remained stock-still for the moment, unsure of what to do next. But Jenna knew what needed to be done, and wasted no time.
Reaching forward with both hands, she cupped his asscheeks, and then pulled him forward hard. His hard cock slithered right into her sucking hole. He slid in right up to the hilt, feeling his pelvis slam right into her hairy thatch.
It felt good. It felt fantastic. It felt wonderful. It was a totally unbelievable experience. Mere words could not begin to justly describe how unbelievably marvelous her clutching cunt felt surrounding his blisteringly hot cock. The boy was ecstatic.
It had a lance of pure, unadulterated lust
spearing into her desire-filled cunt. Jenna's inner elasticity adjusted to him, closing around his pronging prick.
"You wanted to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. "Now fuck!"
And fuck he did. He reared back and plunged his burning cock in again, slamming it all the way in, pulling back, slamming in, rearing back.
"That's the way," Jenna told him, urging him on, moving her own hips in syncopation, listening to the slurping sounds of her cuntal maw continually swallowing and reswallowing his lancing cock. "Fantastic," she murmured. "My God! You're really good! Oh Sammy, fuck me!"
Her head fell back on the pillow, her eyes wide open as she stared at his eager-to-please, youthful face. Her hair billowed around her head like a. dark halo, making him think of her as his own, personal angel.
Her thighs parted, ten came around, encircling his waist, locking him inside her bouncing body. Her heels were kicking his buns and it seemed to urge him on to even greater speed.
"Jenna," he murmured. "I think… I… love…you.
"Yes," she nodded, "and I want you to keep on loving me this way, sweet Sammy."
He was ramming his rigid cock deep into the blazing cauldron of her cunt, and with each forward stroke he realized the feeling was getting even better, if such a thing were possible. With each backward movement the tingling was building higher. He was in a delightful universe all his own, surrounded by two lush thighs, held tightly by them, bound by them, feeling the whirlpool between them sucking him down deeper and deeper. The heat in him rose higher and higher, and he knew if relief didn't come soon, his entire body would erupt. His knees were jammed against her
bouncing ass now, and he could feel her hairy hedge scrub his pelvis on each in stroke.
Nothing in the world compared to fucking. Blowjobs were good, in their place, as an alternative to an occasional cunt, but there was nothing like fucking. True, the cunt didn't have a tongue, but the tight fit of the cock inside more than made up for it.
And now that he was enjoying Jenna's hot cunt, Sammy knew he could never go back to simply jerking off. In fact, now that he was fucking Jenna, he began to first understand he was using her as a sort of sister substitute. In a way, sinful as it sounded, he wanted to fuck his own sister. Yes, deep down that was it. That was what he'd wanted for as long as he'd known of the reasons for the existence of cunt and cock. He wanted to bury his meat in his lovely, red-headed sister's mint. And he had a desire to see his sister's mouth completely stuffed with his hard cock, the same cock now mercilessly slamming its way into Jenna.
He was about to come. And what a come it would be. Only once before had he come this strongly, and that was the first time Cindy had sucked him off. His face sank to her tits and his mouth filled with her right boob as he began firing heavy wads of cum into Jenna's tight, crushing cunt. The heated jism, blasting its way into her womb, set Jenna off, and she began having one uncontrollable spasm after another, having more than a dozen climaxes, each one bigger than the previous one.
And then they fell asleep.
Jenna knew she would never be able to carry on with both brothers for any length of time. She also knew Andrew's discovery of her with Sammy would mean her loss of Andrew forever. And since Andrew was the only male of manageable age to give her a sense of security while fucking her
(Sammy imparted the same sense, but he was nowhere near marriageable), she had to get away and wait until Sammy returned to military school, which he would be doing Sunday evening. She had sworn him to secrecy with the hint of more sex to come when he returned from school, should he remain quiet. She knew if she married Andrew in the interim, Sammy, hot-blooded as he was, would have the good sense to stay away from her. It was especially true considering how many girls he would probably have chasing him once he got back.
Jenna had met Mickey the previous summer, and the two girls had corresponded. Jenna had learned Mickey was a virgin that previous summer, and said nothing to hint she herself was not. Now, on her way to Mickey's for the weekend, she was more than content to accept what she believed would be a sexless weekend.
And Mickey, leaving the office after work, thinking Jenna was as virginal as she had been previously, thought the weekend a good chance to relax. Since her encounter with Joe Orgiurio, Mickey had fucked six other men, and she realized fucking just wasn't what she had believed it would be. Orgiurio had been the best of the lot, making her curse her own stupidity for being turned off by him, afterward. She could never approach him again. Perhaps it was just as well. He was strictly a cunt man, incapable of falling in love, and Mickey knew she could fall in love with him' very easily.