Experimentation and Exploration the beginning
It was our step parents anniversary. Two years they had lasted, and they seem happy. Not that Sam and I noticed much. They we’re gone most of the time on their various business ventures. And since we as kids, didn’t get into too trouble much or break down the house when unsupervised, we we’re left alone for most of the time. In the beginning they had the odd family member come round the house when they would leave, but that didn’t last long.
Of course we did find an occasional spot of bother, but we made damn sure it was cleared up before any parental supervision could raise an alarm.
So for this anniversary, a trip to the mountains was planned. A week of fun in the snow. But as expected they didn’t make it the entire week. On the morning of the fifth day my dad announced that there was major trouble at a subsidiary company and his help was needed. At lunch time my step mom followed with similar news.
Sam and I both wanted to stay and enjoy the snow covered mountains. This was no problem and after dinner we’re on our own again.
“They had to find the one ski lodge that’s two miles out of town,” Sam sighs, while looking at the massive downpour of snow outside.
Standing next to her I remark, “at least we’ll have fresh powder tomorrow.”
Shrugging, Sam walks over to the kitchen and asks if I want a beer.
She comes back with the beers and plops down next to me while I start flipping through the 500 channels on TV. Starting at 1 with local nonsense, moving on the sports, sports and more sports. I pause at a baseball game, but a negative grown from Sam makes me flip forward. We get to the Christian channel and a the first thing we hear and see, is a priest on the pulpit exclaiming, ”premarital sex!”
We both find this amusing. While the priest goes on about the dangers of sex, we glance at each other and start giggling. The old man ends with saying that we should save ourselves for marriage. While still in a fit of the giggles, Sam blurts out, “too late, dumbass.”
“Same here, oh well, hell and damnation I guess.”
When the giggles die down I say, “always funny when some 60+ year old virgin hands out sex advice, want another beer?“
I get up and Sam takes over the clicker and moves on from Christ to cooking. While walking to the kitchen I hear something about teriyaki duck sauce. I grab the brews and head back. Closing the fridge door, my ears pick up a noise that has very little to do with food, coming for the TV. When I enter the living room there is something quite different playing. A woman is bent over the table while a man is driving his point home at an impressive pace. When I sit down next to Sam see looks up at me and remarks, “now here are some people who should hand out sex advice.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
Without taking our eyes of the screen I hand her the beer. At the same time we take a swig, when our eyes fall back on the TV, the couple have changed position. The man is now lying on his back while the woman is enjoying a nice ride.
“That’s it girl, take control,” Sam says, quite enthusiastically.
“So that’s the point you started yelling, that night Tommy stayed over.”
When she looks my way, I’m smirking with one eyebrow raised. She punches me in the arm, “heard that did ya?“
“Hard to miss.”
“Well, it’s not like you always invite the quiet ones to your bedroom, what’s her face, Rachel?”
“I don’t remember Rachel being very loud, it must have been Alexandra, she was a screamer.”
“Yeah well, sometimes a girl needs to do something to get rid of the useless idiot in her bed.”
“That guy could find the clit even if a giant arrow was tattooed on my stomach pointing to my pussy.”
The couple had changed position again. The woman was up against the wall and being skillfully handled from behind.
“You sure Alexandra wasn’t just putting on a show for your unskilled ass?”
Faking a look of shock I slap her lightly on the head and proclaim, ”I never!”
“Maybe that’s the problem!”
So impressed with her own sense of humor, she is laughing it up, rolling back and forth on the couch. Trying my best to ignore her, I look at my beer bottle, “I’m empty, time for something stronger.”
With tears in her eyes, Sam stops the laugh track long enough to say, “me too, make it a double!”
I leave her giggling ass on the couch and open the liquor cabinet. Without caring too much, I grab a bottle and two shot glasses. Drop back onto the couch and fill the glasses to the top. The couple we first saw apparently finished and now there’s a new pair going at it.
After downing our shots, Sam remarks that the guy on TV is kind of doing it for her. Having no opinion about on this matter, my attention goes to the girl. Double D knockers, pumped up lips and enough make-up, to have a drag queen say, “that’s a bit much.”
“The guy might be alright for you, but Barbie is not doing much for me.”
“Would be like having sex with an animatronic sex doll.”
“So what does do it for you?”
A little stumped, the best I can come up with is, “you know…”
“No, I don’t, tell me.”
I remain silent, however before the situation dies down or gets awkward she throws me a bone. “So, you’re not into massive boobs and fake lips, what body type do you like?”
“Athletic I guess,” the liquid courage starts to kick in, “and I’m partial to blonds, but what man isn’t. Breasts, something I can cup in my hands, and a nice smile.”
“Awe how cute, girly-man wants an nice smile.”
Slightly embarrassed I turn my attention back to the TV. The couple are enjoying each other doggy style.
Then out of nowhere, “apart from the smile, you just described me.”
A politeness reaction from me, “you have a nice smile,” and the room goes quite. If it wasn’t for the screaming girl on TV, we would be able to hear the snow fall. “Did I really just describe my step sister,” my mind wonders. Beyond my control I glance over at her, our eyes meet for a second.
“Yep, athletic body, nice handful of breasts and a blonde, I did described her, fuck.”
The silence now deafening, my mind races over the possibilities. “She’ll slap me, go to her room, lock the door, call her mom, tell her everything. The marriage will end, my dad will never talk to me again and I’ll die alone. “ My thoughts go from bad to worst and just as I get to the mental image of an unnamed grave with the words here lies a pervert, Sam says, “fuck it, more alcohol. ”
She pours the glasses. We take hold and without pause, looks or bad thoughts, down them. With a clang, the shot glasses land on the table. With our hands still on them we share a look and in unison, “one more.”
Glasses are filled and the cycle repeats a few times more. The bottle is now two thirds gone, or one thirds still there, depending on your mindset. I fall back into the couch. Sam’s still hunched over the coffee table with her hand on the glass.
“I’ll do another in a minute.”
She looks back and me and slurs, “lightweight.”
I slouched down and that’s when Sam gives in as well, unsure of what her intentions are, she lets herself fall against me. Her head is resting on my shoulder. In an automatic reaction my arm wraps around her. We share a brief look and a slightly drunken smile. A smile that indicates, this is ok. She moves in a little closer and wraps a leg over mine, while ever so slowly moving her hand across my chest.
My heart is beating like a drum, for which I can find no good reason. It’s not like there was an extra blood supply needed in a certain body part. That thing had been at attention ever since the image of the first moaning woman on the screen.
The alcohol is messing with my rationale, however. I close my eyes tight and try to locate my thinking cap. My heart still acting like I’m running a marathon and I still can’t think of a reason for it. In fact, I’m having a hard time thinking at all. And then my brain stops. No more thoughts, no reasoning, all gone. Only a feeling remains. Her hand has moved from my chest to my stomach and it’s found where, the precious blood needed for thinking, has gone.
Her hand starts to move from the tip to the base and back again. I open my eyes and find her staring at me. Bedroom eyes is how they describe that look. Our foreheads touch and I feel her breathing on me. We move a little closer and our noses make contact, I feel her exhale on my upper lip. After a slight pause, she raises her chin. Our mouths are inches apart, so close that I can feel the heat. A slight jerk from one of us, not sure which and we meet. With lips slightly parted, I caress her upper and she my lower lip. Our kiss burns through my body, I feel every muscle contract, my erection jumps under her hand and my heart feels like it’s giving up on me. With the hand that’s around her I feel her having a similar reaction. It feels like hours go by. Our lips dancing with each other and a slight spark of additional excitement when our tongues touch. While still dancing our heads move away from one another. When we break there is a goofy look on her face.
“Alright lightweight, next round. Good kiss by the way.”
Blackness, followed by morning light.
I open my eyes a little in find myself in a bed. Raising my head a little, only to be stopped by a sensation of throbbing, and not in the fun part of my body. My head falls back on the pillow again. For some reason a naked ass, flashes through my mind. Nicely rounded, dimples at the base of the back. An ass you could smack and it would wiggle. A dream ass if you will. At what is sure to be a mother of a hangover, waking to one with lovely body parts on the brain, could potentially not be so bad.
Slowly, my senses start to come alive and I start noticing little things. A slight draft, indicating that I might not be dressed, a weight of some sort on my legs and again the nice ass flashes through my mind, but this time not as a distant memory, my brain is starting to register it more like something I’ve seen.
I open my eyes again, squint to block most of the light and look down. What a sight. As suspected, I am naked. My dick lying flaccid to left. Lower I see a pair of legs draped over mine. Lying at a ninety degree angle to me, is a girl. Following the legs upward my eyes come into contact with the ass. More spectacular than in my mind, I check out the rest of the body. A little impressed with myself for pulling such a hottie. Blond hair is covering her face, but if her body is any indication, I got very lucky.
Turning my attention to the rest of the room, I look for clues to find out where I am, cause I do not know. It all seems familiar. Deciding not to care for a while, I close my eyes and dose off.
Pressure wakes me. Enough that I feel like bursting. With ninja like skill, I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. It doesn’t dawn on me, until I start peeing.
“Holy shit!” blurts out of me while my stream goes a little off target. I focus the beam and my mind starts racing. The blond, did we have guests over last night? I remember a priest, porn and shots, not much more after that. I wash up and rush into the hallway where a naked blond regards me with a dazed look in her eyes. That look disappears quite quickly and turns to slight panic.
“No clue, did we?”
She storms past me into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. I stumble to the living room where a still active TV tells me that the adult entertainment will start at 10pm. Turning off the TV, I land on the couch. With a throbbing head, I fall over to my side, where my hand lands on the floor and finds an empty bottle. Looking at the label it reads, tequila.
“That’ll do it,” I think to myself.
I hear a stream of fucks being uttered, getting louder and closer to me. I look up and there’s Sam.
“I take it, we did.”
“Yep, and the fact the we are legally related is not the only problem.”
I stand up, for some reason the massive hangover has subsided. Even though she’s still naked, my attention goes to her lips, waiting for what she has to say next.
“What’s the other problem?”
“Well, the fact that you were leaking out of me.”
Being slow on the uptake, I respond with an unintelligent remark, “uh, huh?”
Getting angrier, Sam responds, “I’m not on the pill yet dumbass, and now I have your evil spawn inside of me!”
I find this amusing and snicker at her remark. As expected, Sam is less amused and storms off. Following her, I’m a little too late and have the bathroom door slammed in front me.
“Come on, it’s not that bad, can’t we get a morning after pill, or something?”
Clearly upset Sam yells, “we are in the middle of fucking nowhere!”
“Are you kidding, we’re two miles from party central. This town was built on kids who drink too much and do stupid things. I’ll bet they have those pills in dispensers outside the supermarket.”
The door is unlocked and opened a little. As I pass through I find Sam on the side of the bath looking up at me, worried.
“You think so?”
“Well, we might have to go to a pharmacy, but I doubt the lady behind the counter will even blink.“
This calms her down a little. Enough so that she starts to look at me. “You’re naked.”
“So are you, too late to get squeamish now.”
“Do you remember anything?”
“No, but I did find an empty bottle of tequila.”
“That’ll do it.”
We share a laugh.
“I’m going to shower and go into town.”
“I’ll call you a cab, twenty minutes? You want me to go with you?”
“Make it thirty and no, I can handle this, why don’t you get rid of the evidence.”
“You got it.”
Having called the cab, I go back to the bedroom. Apparently we decided one of our own rooms were not good enough for this little romp and used the master suite instead. There are clothes scattered everywhere and the sheets are in places where they’re not supposed to be. I put the bedcovers in the washer on the highest temperature and with as much cleaning product as it will take. Going back to the room, I pick up my own clothes and place them in a pile and do the same for hers. I pause at her panties. You can tell the front of it had been moist. A little purvey thought jumps in my head, “smell ‘m.”
I put the panties to my nose and take a whiff. The smell of sex fills my nostrils.
“Keep ‘m if you like.”
I jump and find Sam standing behind me. Her hair and body wrapped in towels. Not wanting to give her any ammunition to make fun of me, I simply stick them in a pocket of my robe and say, “thanks.”
“Cab’s on the way, you better get dressed, or you’re going to create a spectacle in town, looking like that.”
“Wouldn’t want to blemish my reputation.”
I pick up my pile of clothes and motion past Sam, she stops me by putting her hand on my crotch. My dick jumps to life as we share a silent look. Ever so slowly so rubs her fingers against me. Her other hand goes to the clothes I’m holding. From the pile she picks up my boxers, smiles and says, “then I’ll take these.”
With that she darts of to her own room, leaving me hard an confused.
By time Sam gets in the cab my soldier is just about standing down. Putting on my jeans however, was quite the challenge. As she drives off, I start on the living room. The beer bottles and the empty bottle of Mexican knock-out juice are thrown in the trash and the entire lodge returns to a state of innocence.
Two aspirin, a liter of water and a packet of crisps. My hangover cure. Although this morning’s excitement got rid of the edge, my breakfast starts kicking in and the throbbing ever so slightly goes away. Well, at the top of my body anyway. The part where throbbing is usually wanted, it’s going like a roller-coaster. My mind flashes from the sight when I woke up to the moment my dad introduced me to my new sister. That last moment lowers the pressure in my pants, however as soon as I stop concentrating and let my mind wonder, I feel her hand on my crotch while she steals my boxers.
The whole thing is driving me insane. Normally I’d go to my room and rub one out, but Sam might be home any minute and the last thing I need now is her walking in on me. That’ll give her enough ammo to make fun of me for years. Which by now is thankfully the least of my concerns. It seemed that after the pill idea, she calmed down enough not to create a big stink about the whole situation. Hopefully when she gets back that will not have changed.
Instead of laying a hand on myself I opt for some TV. Something unsexy, boring even. Golf, crusty old men whacking a little white ball across a lawn. Doesn’t get more boring and unsexy than that. As the sports event unfolds, old man number one is shooting eagle and old man number two has a bogie. My male brain sees a sport and loses interest in the rest of the world. This works until I hear a car stop in front of the lodge.
I stand at attention while still sitting down and wait for the door to open. It doesn’t. Instead I hear kids screaming and running amok. The fucking neighbors are home. I try loosing myself in the boredom of golf again, but alas.
This tension will have to be dealt with soon. When Sam comes home I’ll fake a headache, go to my room and take care the this. At least then I’ll know where she is.
Again, I hear the squeak of tires. I might just pop a button of my jeans if this keeps up. Keys in the door announce her arrival. I get up and meet her in the kitchen.
“You were right, the pharmacist didn’t even blink, took her, all of two seconds to grab the right pills.”
“Good,” is about all I can muster.
“You still don’t remember anything from last night?”
“None of the naughty bits,” I reply, “how about you?”
She actually looks disappointed when saying that. That drives me over the edge and I feel like things are going to break if they are not taken care of soon.
Before I can start in with my headache story, she throws me a box.
“Here, those are for you.”
Having caught it, I take a quick glance. It reads, “durex.”
“Are you as horny as I am?”
She’s standing six feet away from me when she asks me if I’m horny. Every one of my inhibitions disappear at once, faster than any bottle of tequila ever could accomplish this.
The six feet, feel like a thousand by the time I’ve crossed them. I grab her close to me, one hand behind her head the other on the small of her back. Our bodies touch and my lips meet hers. It’s deep and passionate. Our tongues glide over one another and my hands try to go everywhere across her body all at once.
I take of her jacket and my shirt is pulled over my head. In rapid succession our clothes come off. In no time I’m down to my shorts. My mouth tastes one of her breasts, they are fantastic. Sam moans as I gently suck on one, while my hand is making work of the other. Sam’s not idle either, one of her hands slides into my boxers and takes hold of the one part of my body that has been begging for relief. She massages the head so well, that it’s turning me into nothing more than a lustful animal.
I take charge of the situation, pick her up and bend her over the kitchen counter. The last item of clothing on her perfect body is removed with one forceful pull. Not down, but up. A deep moan is her response. I look at her naked ass and then my hand, which holds her ripped panties. Tossing them, I grab the box and kneel in front of her ass.
Like a starving man at a buffet, I attack her pussy from behind. She raises her ass which causes my nose to enter her pussy a gives my tongue perfect access to her clit. Greedily I lap up every drop of juice that flows from her.
Meanwhile the box is ripped open and I tear open one of the wrappers. The latex rolls over my dick, while my face is being covered with her cum. As soon as my hand reaches the base, I stand.
“Take me!” Sam moans.
Not that I need the encouragement, but it’s most welcome. I place myself at her entrance and push forward, gently at first, but when I feel almost no resistance, the animal in me takes over.
Her ass violently shakes with every thrust. Her moans become increasingly louder. My hands are at her hips for pace which is getting faster. I look at my pray and she is shaking all over. Her hands are desperately looking for something to grab hold of on the counter, so she can better reciprocate my thrusts. She finds the edge of the sink and is able to push back. We now slam into each other. Her cries of lust are pushing me over the cliff and with a loud grown I cum. I feel a massive amount of myself hurtling forward into her, with hopes of finding a target. This time it will not. Every shot is accompanied with a thrust from me. When the waves of my lust subside I look down at the heaving woman in front of me.
She begs me for more but my dick is howling by now and needs a rest. “I can’t leave it at this, “I think. Quickly I turn her over on the counter. I assume my kneeling position in front of her. Two of my finger slid into her while my mouth finds its target where her lips come together. She’s wetter than before and the taste is sweeter. After what feels like only seconds, her orgasm starts up. I feel her squeezing my fingers and her pussy oozes even more. Her body convulses and in between convulsions she screams. I drink from her pussy by removing my fingers and sticking my tongue deep into her. Her sweet nectar flows into me while Sam’s orgasm is dying down. I continue until I feel the last of her convulsion, than slowly I stop my cunnilingus. A few last licks and I stand up. The sight that greets me at the kitchen counter is enough for my dick to start reacting again. Sam’s is sprawled across the counter with her arms and legs dangling to the sides. Still breathing heavily she looks up at me.
In between deep breaths she looks up and says, “Good boy, now clean my up.”
Not exactly sure what she means, but I use my imagination. I pick her up by her waist and pull her towards me. Just before she can put her feet on the ground I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her ass. Instinctively, she in turn, wraps her legs around me. I stand there for a second to enjoy the feeling of her naked body against mine and the proceed toward the bathroom.
The large tub that awaits can easily fit two. I lay her into it and start the water. I remove the used protection before getting in with her.
As the water washes the sex from our bodies we are in each other’s arms and entwined in a passionate kiss.
Her tongue is moving around like it’s trying to find the juice from her own pussy in my mouth. Most of this I swallowed, but the taste is still there. After coming up for air we share our first post fuck look. We are both beaming. Some light kisses are exchanged. I’m afraid to speak, fearing it might break the spell, so Sam goes first.
“When you’re horny you don’t mess around. I have not been fucked quite like that before.”
“Are you fucking kidding, that was one hell of an orgasm.”
“I know, I was there for the release.”
“I did let go of lot, didn’t I.”
“I enjoyed every drop.”
“I noticed, you left nothing for me.”
That remark causes another twitch down under. I decide to be a little naughty and take two fingers and lead them down her path.
“oooh,.. careful cowboy, very sensitive right now.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
Slowly I insert two digest into her, let them get wet and quickly withdraw them from her an out of the water before presenting them to her mouth. She sticks her tongue out an I slide my fingers into her. She closes her mouth and sucks until satisfied.
“You’re most welcome.”
“Now hold me, and let me dose off for a while. Got to get me some energy and let my pussy recover for round two.”
I do as requested and let her lie on top of me. “Technically, you’re talking about round three,” I joke.
“You’re right, now shut up and let me rest.”
We both wake when the water gets colder. I ask if she wants me to add some more hot water to which she replies, “no, I’m starving, feed me.”
“Take me, fuck me, clean me, hold me, feed me, you are quite demanding aren’t you.”
With one eyebrow raised she says, “any complaints?”
She climbs out of the tub and grabs a towel. I pull the plug an follow her. We dry off in a very businesslike manner. Quick and no fuss. Grabbing robes we move into the kitchen where we find the scene of the crime. This stops us in our tracks a little. There is a puddle of liquid on the kitchen counter which has been dripping down. Our clothes and a box of condoms scattered across the floor. Sam pats my on the ass and once again tells me I’m a good boy. She handles the cleanup while I prepare the cooking.
“Good idea, carb-up.”
I set water to boil and start frying of some minced meat, add some flavor and while I guard the food Sam is taking care of the dinner table. While coming back into the kitchen she peeks over my shoulder and says, ”Jesus Brian, who else is coming for dinner?”
“You said the word starving, I merely responded in kind.”
“Oke, but if we eat all that, we’ll need some sort of exercise before we do anything else.”
I choose to ignore her. She’s not the only one who has an appetite. Myself, I could eat a horse. The bag of crisps and the pussy I ate earlier, satisfied a different kind of appetite.
When the pasta is done I serve up two plates and bring them to a waiting Sam, sitting at the dinner table. She’s lit some candles and poured us a glass of red wine.
“Smells good,” is the last thing either of us say before wolfing down our plates. When both empty, I look at my step-sister who has little red stains in the corners of her mouth, from the sauce. I smile and ask, “more?”
She hungrily nods before trying her wine. When I return with the second serving our inner wolves have been tempered. This allows us the enjoy a meal like normal people. Or at least as normal as two step children who just fucked each other’s brains out, can get.
“Who taught you how to cook?”
“My mom, before she left.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t…”
Sam looks worried, thinking she may just have dragged some nasty subject onto the dinner table.
“It’s oke, I’m better off, hell, we all are, without her.”
I enforce my statement with a generous smile. A few bites later she comes back with, “alright then, who taught you how to fuck?”
I nearly perform a spaghetti spit take, but I manage to keep it down. “Not sure, however what I did this afternoon was more instinct than anything else.”
“You were a little animalistic. And you owe me a pair of panties,” I put my hand into the pocket of my robe, but before I can pull it out, she stops me, “no no, buy me something new, something you want me to wear.”
“Done. What about you, where did you start?”
“Remie Gerard’s birthday party. The French foreign exchange kid. We were selected for 7 minutes of heaven. I had kissed boys before, but the sneaky French kid had other plans. He put his hand under my skirt and gave me my first orgasm. About a week later we had sex at our house. It was good. Took a while before I found another guy that could match him.”
“Who was that?”
“Well, you remember Patrick.”
“Right, of course. I liked him. Why did you two break up?”
“Too vanilla, in the beginning it was great but it was always the same thing. Oke, you’re turn, number one please.”
“Caroline Peters, at her place while her parent where at church.”
“Was it any good?”
“Well at the time I though myself a stallion, but looking back, probably not so much.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, an honest man,” Sam applauds me.
“But it did get better with her right?”
“Well, there was only, the one time. She broke up with me a month later. But that’s when I found Rachel, now she and I, we had fun together. Lots of sex. She had the attitude of a man, always horny and in for new things. That’s when I got good.”
“Oh, got good, I’ll be the judge of that.”
A little stunned, I point towards the kitchen and blurt out, “what about…”
“That was great, and if I had to use only that, as a barometer, than I give you a solid B-,.”
I interrupt her, “a B-?”
“Let me finish. You came in like 60 seconds, which is usually reason enough for an F, but you stuck in there, ate my pussy like a pro and made me cum, so B-. Plus we we’re both horny out of our minds. There were cum stains in my pants, I was so wet.”
“Your pants, the counter, my face.” We share a laugh at that.
“You liked being covered in me, didn’t you?”
With a sleigh smile, I nod.
“Good, but all kidding aside, I’d like to go again when we are both a little more in control.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
“How did you rate this afternoon?”
“Well, your reasoning is sound and I defiantly want a rematch. Not sure we should grade that one, and if it is a B and it for beastly. Tell you what I liked though.”
Sam leans forward, sets her elbows on the table and rests her head on her hands, “tell me.”
“Of course the part where I came, should go without saying. But I loved eating your pussy, seriously, you have one of the best tasting ones, I’ve ever had.”
“You go down on all the girls you bed.”
“Yep, love doing it. Even some I don’t end up in bed with.”
“And do these girls go down on you?”
“Some, not all.”
“More like 20.”
“You poor thing.”
With my best pouting face on I say, “I know.”
We continue to talk about our sexual past while our plates are emptied. I find out a few interesting things, such as her desire for a slight spanking, a propensity for dressing up and the fact she made out with a girl once. She on the other hand is fascinated with my willingness to go down on girls. When the food is gone Sam downs the last bit of wine in her glass, whips her mouth and then does something unexpected. She shoves the chair back and dives under the table.
“What are you doing?”
“Upping your percentage.” With that I feel my robe pushed to the sides and a tongue at the base of my dick. It springs alive. Sam starts by slowly licking the sides, her hands are at my hips for support. I spasm the first time she takes me into her mouth. Her lips close around my dick and her tongue rolls over my head. She creates a vacuum around me while her tongue continues to massage. Having gone off earlier that day to it takes time before I feel the pressure building up. Sam sticks with it though, skillfully making me cum. I warn her and just before my first wave, she releases me and points me forward. I shoot out, without knowing what I hit, when the last of me is done, her lips wrap around my dick again making me shiver. A few more seconds and I feel her retreat. When she stands up from the table her chin and breasts are covered in me. There is a big smile on her face.
“Enjoyed that did we?” whipping her hand across her face.
“Hell yes, thank you.”
She walk over to my side of the table and kisses me on the cheek. She looks me in the eyes and then draws my attention to her hand. It follows the contours of her body down to her pussy. Two of her fingers disappear, when they come out, she holds them in front of me. No encouragement needed I lick them clean. Her sweet juices mix with the pasta and wine. When I release her fingers she smiles and says, “thank me later, ” and walks off. Moments later I hear the shower going.
I’m doing the dishes when I hear Sam walk back into the kitchen. She’s fully dressed. “I called a cab. Going into town to do a little shopping. Why don’t you make this place ready for tonight.”
She walks over to me stepping right up close. We kiss, mouths, lips, tongues, everything. Stopping only because the cab arrives. Sam leaves and I’m left with dishes and thoughts of the coming night.
When the cleanup is done I check under the table to see if I spilled, I hadn’t, Sam took it all. That’s when I start prepping the house. Two glasses on the coffee table next to a bottle of red wine. I gather every candle I can find, and divide them between the living,- and bedroom. Putting fresh sheets on the bed, setting the candles on places where we’re sure not to knock them over. To make absolutely sure the fiasco of this morning doesn’t repeat itself I take 4 condoms from the box rip them off the strips and place two on each side of the bed. Thinking ahead I place one more in between two matrass layers at the foot of the bed.
Getting in the shower I start thinking about how to best greet Sam when she comes back. Dress casual, a little formal, in a robe or simply naked. With these thought rolling in my head I towel off and notice someone is ready to go again. In my bedroom my choice for garment is simplified by Sam. She’s left a note on the bed that reads, “wear this. S.”
On the bed I find a pair of boxers and nothing else. In my boxers in front of the TV, I see it getting dark outside. Nearly five o’clock an hour and a half since she left and I get a text, “home in 10. S.”
I turn off the TV, put on some mood music and start lighting the candles. I switch off all the electric lights inside the house and place one last small candle on the kitchen table. I poor two glasses of wine and wait. I’m much more relaxed then this morning, ready to go, but not chomping at the bit, if you will.
I hear the car stop, and someone getting out. The door to the kitchen opens, “I’m home.”
“I’m in here.”
She comes into view and says, “nice getup, I’ll be right back,” and walks towards to bedrooms. I grab the glasses and stand to wait for her return. When she does, I nearly drop them. She’s wearing a lace bra, tiny pink panties, and a see thru robe is draped around her shoulders. Walking towards me on high heels she can almost look me directly in the eyes.
“Never seen anything sexier.”
She takes the glass and with her other hand feels her way down to me. Smiling she says, “I believe you.”
We sit down on the couch and she leans into me, my arm wraps around her and we share our first kiss of the night. I put my glass down on the coffee table and take hers. I take a sip and then put the glass to her lips and raise it slightly. A small amount of liquid flows past her lips. I put the glass away, thinking I don’t want a repeat of last night.
Turning our full attention to each other, our lips meet with a desire not to be separated again. She’s still leaning against my side while we kiss. We what more closeness, without speech she, with my help, gets to her knees and put one on each side of me. My dick is active under my boxers and through her panties comes in contact with its most desired location. I feel her warmth on me while my hand travels from breasts to ass to her shoulders, all the time trying to pull her closer. When she starts grinding her pussy over my erection, I set my hands on her hips and guide her motion. Our lips never loose contact. We move slow but intense, while our breathing gets deeper and louder. Sam breaks our kiss and leans her head down next to mine. A slow moan escapes her. The kind of moan that indicates only one word, “more.” She starts breathing through her mouth and every time I put in and extra thrust upward while she grinds down, she breaks the silence. My boxers are getting wet, from both sides, her pre-cum juices and mine, mix in the fabric. Her head comes up and we share a look saying, “it’s time.”
A final deep kiss on the couch before I pick her up and stand. She takes me by the hand leading me to the master bedroom. Opening the door, she stops and gasps. I come up from behind her to wrap my arms around her. She’s staring at the candles flicker in the slight draft the open door has created.
“If it wasn’t already guaranteed, I’d say you were getting lucky tonight.”
We move forward closing the door behind us. The candles calm down, we don’t. She turns to me and I place my hands on her shoulders, Putting slight pressure on the fabric of her robe I slide it off her. When my hands reach her arms, gravity takes over. The robe drapes to the floor. We embrace, however from me it’s not good enough yet. I want to feel her breasts against my flesh. I developed some skill with the undoing of clasps, but this one proves troubling. Sam leans back, smiles at me and opens her laced bra from the front. The cups come a side to reveal her perfect breasts. As her bra falls to the ground our bodies touch. Her nipples make contact with my sensitive skin, only to be squashed by my pull on her, into me.
I turn her around again and let my hands explore her. Cupping, my fingers play with her, causing moans of delight. Moving my left hand down I feel just how delighted she is. The little bit of fabric is soaked. When she moves her butt into me, she’s greeted by my delight. If there wasn’t still fabric around my waist, I’m fairly certain that by now, Sam would be my first anal experience.
“Someone is ready to go,” she moans, “let’s see how ready.”
She turns and gets on her knees. Grabbing het elastic band she pulls down. I spring forward. When Sam takes me into her mouth again, I have a hard time standing up straight. My knees buckle while I watch my dick move in and out of her mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head, not to excerpt extra pressure but to create some dominance. She looks up at me with my dick still in her. Maintaining eye contact her mouth is filled be me. I decide to stop her long before I reach the point of no return. I put both of my hands on the sides of her head and lift her up.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to continue. Just thinking of your percentage points. Cause I’m pretty sure of what comes next.”
I gently motion her toward the bed. At the foot, I push her over. She falls with her legs still dangling over the side. We share one last smile as I go down to my knees. My face hovers over her sex and I can smell her natural perfume. I start by placing my mouth over her entire pussy, panties and all, then sucking and licking. On the other end of this body, approving sex sounds are made for my efforts. I continue to lick the fabric covered pussy, up until the point where Sam herself starts to move her panties aside. She can’t take it anymore and wants direct contact. Not wanting to disappoint, my hands take the lace of her panties from behind and pull. This time not ripping them apart I choose the path that follows her legs, which she willingly raises. I toss the soaked undergarment on the bed. Sam grabs it and puts it in her mouth. An erotic sight that makes me twitch. This reminds me of my strategically placed protection. While my mouth lowers onto the sex of my partner, one of my hands finds the wrapper. My tongue is now deep inside her, causing extra stimulation is my upper lips which occasionally flicks past her pleasure center. Thus far I’ve gone easy on her, but when my hands have done their job covering me up, I turn my full attention towards Sam.
My tongue is replaced by two of my fingers, which frees it up for its sole purpose for the next couple of minutes. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it, only to release and suck it up again. I hear and feel Sam getting ready for the pleasure storm that is to come. By now, my mouth has all its attentions on her clit, while two fingers have found her G-spot. It is a sight I live for. It starts with her stomach contracting and by doing so her hips move into my mouth. Her breasts heave and her thighs grab onto the side of head. I feel my fingers getting wetter, time for me to make one final adjustment. I pull out and stick my tongue into her, as deep as it will go. A flow of liquid enters my mouth, sweet and warm. This time I’m not selfish and save it. Sam’s muscles are still contracting a little and her eyes are firmly closed. I crawl onto the bed hovering over her. As her hands grab my head to pull me in for a kiss, my mouth opens and her juice is shared and divided by our tongues.
We move up the bed and I get in between her legs. Still kissing she takes hold of my sheathed rod and places it in front of her.
As commanded, I go forward feeling her pussy grip my dick. When I reach our limit, I pause any movement below the waist. Focusing my full attention on her lips, neck, breasts and earlobes, I wait for permission to move forward. It is given when she start bucking her hips and pulling my butt towards her. To her motion, I add my own. Our missionary dance is in full swing when I feel a set of teeth biting into my shoulder. At the same time nails dig into my back. I moan in approvingly, while Sam moans in orgasm.
I wait for her to come back to me and make eye contact. In between small thrusts we smile and kiss. I take charge again and raise my body up, Sam responds by lifting her legs. I’m able to penetrate deeper this way, but for me it’s just a layover position to where I actually want her. For now her legs provide excellent traction for pulling her closer and pushing deeper. Sam plays with her breasts while I provide her with pleasure down below. When I feel we’re ready, I turn both of her legs towards one side. Like every other shared movement tonight, Sam and I are in unison when she rolls onto her knees, while I lift her hips to penetration level. Sam looks back and the sexiest pair of bedroom eyes meet mine. We maintain contact when I penetrate. This causes Sam to close her eyes, drop her head and moan intensely. At first I go slow and bend forward to cares her neck with my lips. When I take one of her earlobes into my mouth, she turn her head towards me. The kiss we share is sloppy, with lots of tongue.
The kiss gives me a good idea. I get up and pull out. Sam is not pleased by this and makes this known, before she can speak however, my tongue is deep inside her, lapping up her juices. Her words fade into moans and when I have a mouth full, I get back up and into her. Thrusting forward, I grab her head and turn it toward me. Her juice on my tongue mixes with our saliva. Sam overflows at that point, driving her head into the bed sheets she screams her muffled orgasm song. I feel her body shake under my control. But what does it for me, is the liquid rushing past my dick while her pussy grabs onto me. I grab the back of her head and pull her to attention. Her screams are no longer muffled and she lets the words, “you’ll do,” go. With deep thrust my own orgasm flows from me. One wave after another, again missing their intended target but giving me no less pleasure for it. Shaking and still inside her I collapse.
Lying on my side I put my arms around her and pull her close. We both wait for the intense orgasm high to wear off. Reveling in our shared pleasure we breathe deeply. Finally after what seems like hours we calm down. When Sam turns, our pleasure centers loose contact. Holding on to each other our mouths restore the intimate contact we just lost. We break our kiss and share a look only satisfied lovers have.
“I have to get rid of something, be right back.”
I hurry to the bathroom remove the latex and rush back. Sam still lying In the same position I left her in. I remove the bed sheet and we both get under it. I sit upright against the backboard with a few pillows behind me. Sam sit in my lap with my arms around her.
This time I speak first, “that was fantastic.”
I snicker at the remake.
“I mean it. I haven’t been taken care of that in a long time. I guess Rachel did help you become good.”
“Thank you, but it takes two to tango and I certainly didn’t dance alone.”
“By the way, what did you mean by, you’ll do?”
“Oh, I’ve been looking for someone to have fun with for a while now. And,..”
“Could be tricky, considering our legal status.”
“We’ll need a set of ground rules.”
“I guess number one should be, tell no one.”
“Agreed. Two is, no sex when the parents are in the house,” Sam says, only to add, “three is, no love, only sex. I mean, we’ll love each other during sex but no boyfriend, girlfriend nonsense.”
“That should do it I guess.”
“We talk about it. After we’re done, we share what was good, what wasn’t. Since this is only sex, that will make it better.”
“A man who wants to talk. Interesting. But I agree. Since we’ve got our forth rule, tell me, any thoughts you want to share.”
“It was an A+ on my side as well so, all I got, is good things. The bite and the nails were a nice touch.”
“Good to know you can take a little pain. As for me, the cunnelingus in between was a surprise. I felt you pulling out, which was horrible and then you’re tongue just drove me nuts. That was good. The one thing I’m going to work on when we get home is, birth control. I need to feel you cum inside me. You’ll be my first.”
“Technically, I already am.”
“Right, but I’m choosing not to count that one.”
“I feel this could be the start of something very good.”
We chatted for a while, slowly lowering ourselves to a position where I was spooning her. With my hands on her breasts and my dick resting between her cheeks, we drifted off. Somewhere during the night we both wake and make love again. In the morning we make love one final time in the lodge, share a shower and pack our bags. A cab picks us up and we head home to our new lives.