Message-ID: <32415asstr$999843003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Bey Shaun" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 06 Sep 2001 23:05:07.0406 (UTC) FILETIME=[5EEF86E0:01C13728] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 06 Sep 2001 16:05:07 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} HomeComing pt.3- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, inc, mast) Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 02:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates "HomeComing" pt.3- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, incest, mast) Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy. / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual relationships I've ever had; no one since has made me come harder, or longer, than my sister. 3. Over the next week Cathy jacked me off daily, sometimes twice a day; she often let me do her too, but her joy seemed to be to feel my rock-hard erection twitching and throbbing involuntarily in her little hands as she did me, finally getting to feel it pulse spasmodically as the semen forcefully squirted through it as she brought me to orgasm. I was incredibly happy that she wanted to go further into the sexual exploration we had begun; and as much as I enjoyed doing her, the fact that she particularly seemed to enjoy making me come was, needless to say, great with me. She took command of out sessions, experimenting with every aspect of handjobs- she began posing me in different positions to do me, and took great pleasure in watching her handiwork from different angles. I went along with her inventiveness; never before had I come so hard as I did daily in her hands, and I was eager to accommodate whatever it would take to increase her enjoyment of our forbidden activities. That week began the next morning after our double session in the living room; she suggested we go outdoors. She led me into a copse of trees over by the back corner of the house, nervously looking around to assess our visibility to any neighbors, and when we were well within the little woods she asked me, with a contrived casualness, "Can you come standing up?" Excited by her forwardness, I felt a swelling in my pants; I told her of course, in fact that's how I started jacking off with my friend Greg, in the woods behind our little pond after we would swim. We would sneak off into the woods, pull our trunks down, and watch each other do it, telling each other our various erotic fantasies we hoped to enact when we were "older". She told me to lower my pants enough so that "my thing" would be sticking out, and as I undid my belt she stood next to me on my right, rubbing shoulders with my arm, facing in towards my front, eagerly watching my actions. I slid my jeans down a bit, revealing the tent my swelling cock was raising in my underwear; and as she looked on appraisingly, I slid them down to where my jeans were bunched at mid-thigh. As the elastic waistband slid over my protruding cock it caught briefly on the thick rim of its head, then releasing it to spring up bouncing to its full erect length as I pushed them down my thighs. I heard Cathy suck in her breath as she saw it; she impulsively reached out her right hand and grasped it around the base, squeezing it firmly. I was surprised by the strength of her grasp, and felt a hot burning in my erection as her pressure powerfully forced blood into its head-end, distending it even further. It was amazing to see how swollen it became, larger than I had ever seen it, the veins curling along its shaft distended thickly, the head stretched bright red, shiny and huge, its whole shaft distended and deep red as it became further engorged with blood. She exclaimed "Wow!", slowly releasing her pressure, the supernormal swelling subsiding as my hardon shrank slightly to its normal erect size. "Did that hurt you? Did I squeeze too hard?" I told her that it didn't really hurt, but that the extra swelling actually felt great. She repeated her squeezing, then slowly releasing, several more times, and we noticed that after a few cycles the abnormal swelling stayed somewhat, my normally big erection red and swollen to a new larger size. "Look at how big it is!" she muttered in wonder, as she started to pull its loose skin up along the shaft to bunch below the head with a looser pressure, starting to jack me off. (This new trick she had discovered to stretch me out even larger became her standard technique for starting to jack me off over the next few weeks. We noticed that my normal hard size seemed to be increasing slightly under this regimen, so she worked the time up until she did me like this for about five minutes at the start of each session; and after a few weeks of this, my erection was noticeably thicker than before... but I'm getting ahead of the story.) She continued to steadily work on my hardon, chatting occasionally about some aspect of my equipment and the way it worked as she would notice it- this was after all only our third "date", and it was still all quite new to her. After a few minutes of her steady handjob, a drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip of my dick, quickly turning into a slow flow that started oozing down the front of its head, suddenly getting caught up by her hand jacking me and dragged in a string down my shaft, where her slow pumping started spreading it with a sticky wet sound all along the shaft in a shiny film. "I'm learning this can be messy work!", she purred. I was incredibly turned on; my cock was burning as it was stretched out so full, twitching involuntarily, rock-hard; I felt dizzy, and it was becoming hard to stay standing under the pull of the intense orgasm that was slowly building in me under her excruciating handjob. I had encouraged her to jack me very slowly, but very steadily, which had an inexorably intense effect, making me want to come but not really pushing me over the edge, so the orgasm that was slowly building in my balls felt huge. She asked me if I could spread my legs a bit, standing there with my pants bunched at mid thigh; I complied, and she reached her left hand around behind me and through my open legs, and started fondling my ballsack from behind while she continued to do me with her other hand. It felt incredible, a complete overload of stimulation; I felt that familiar tingling in my arms and legs, building and converging on my crotch; my sight grew dim, and I felt a huge surge of fluids churning in my groin; and as a flash of light went off in my head, my erection tightened and I felt a huge surge of cream rushing through my shaft, shooting out in a long arc onto the leaves two feet in front of me as we watched, followed by another and another. Cathy was relishing my intense orgasm, watching with an intense lust burning in her eyes as my huge erection pulsed spastically in her hands again and again, streams of thick semen at first spurting, then flowing in a pulsing stream, down to pool on the ground. I felt weak in the knees, and almost staggered backwards as my orgasm slowly subsided; Cathy leaned into me to steady me until I again caught my balance. She milked the last few drops of come through my detumescing hardon with several long, squeezing pulls, and gently released it as it settled once again to rest hanging over my balls. "Wow, that was a big one!" she said, still breathing hard, as she helped me in pulling up my pants. I turned a bit to face her sideways, and reached and slipped my hand experimentally down inside the elastic waistband of the tartan skirt she was wearing, watching carefully for what her reaction would be; and as my fingers entered the waistband of her soft panties and my palm slipped down to cup the puffy hillock of her genitals, was encouraged to proceed with my exploration by her spreading her legs slightly as she stood there, to allow me better access between her legs. Her eyes were still glazed over in lust as they had become since watching her own handiwork push me over the edge of orgasm, and she distractedly encouraged me to continue my work her between her legs with subtle wiggles of her hips while she talked excitedly, asking me all about my previous masturbatory experiences with my friend. I had started to slide my fingertips slowly up and down the inside of her slit and up over the soft down covering her lips and her mound, exploring and lightly feeling the now-moist folds of her pussy, while I answered her questions abut my jack-off buddy. I told her his name was Greg, and he had been a friend of mine as long as I could remember; how in the summer of my fourteenth year we had admitted to each other that we jacked off, and as we were swimming in the pond down back, we went in the woods and did it while we talked to each other- I guess we had gotten turned on at our talk. That first time we had hidden from each other's view behind the trees, but it was so hot to talk to a friend while we were doing it that we started doing it daily together. Cathy was now standing listening to my story with her eyes closed, pushing her hips slightly back and forth against my hand as I fingered her. I started to try and slip my other hand also down inside the front of her skirt, but as soon as she felt my attempt she helped me by slipping her thumbs in the side of the waistband and sliding her skirt down to her mid thigh, as my pants had been while she did me. I continued my story through our maneuvering, and she never opened her eyes, resuming the slow gyrations of her hips once her skirt was down. I left her panties on, reaching the fingers of my second hand up through the elastic of one of the leg-openings, starting to slowly finger the opening of her vagina with my middle finger while I continued to softly jack her off with my other hand from above. As I continued doing her, I told her how the second time Greg and I had jerked off together we got up the nerve to watch each other doing it. We both thought it was very hot watching each other, and each had a big come, at almost the same time. It was amazing seeing someone else coming, very hot. We started doing it almost every day together, and after a few weeks, curiosity led us to feel each others hardons; and one thing leading to another, we took turns jacking each other off. We discovered that it felt incredible, much better when someone else did it to you than when you did it yourself, and started doing each other every day, sometimes twice daily. I now had my finger in her up to its second joint; she was very wet, and I was working it in and out of her cunt slowly, bending and twisting it to stimulate all around inside her, while with my other hand I jacked her clit. As I had been telling her my story, she had interrupted me a few times urgently, interjecting whispered directions about how I should be doing her between my sentences, which I had complied with even as I kept on talking. I could tell that hearing about my sexual explorations, particularly since they were of an even more forbidden nature than what we were doing now, was adding to the arousal that my masturbating her pussy was giving her. She was now thrusting her hips in time with my motions, pushing my finger deep inside her; she was panting, eyes closed, her mouth opened and her head falling slightly back. She managed to say hoarsely "I'd really love to watch you two doing each other...", her voice trailing off in her lust-trance, then suddenly almost barking "Oh!... Oh!", as I felt her cunt clamp down on my finger, hard, again and again, as she came. She grabbed my hand and pressed it hard into her clit, and I kept jacking her as she came, my other finger buried in her soaking, violently contracting cunt; she gave a little whimper with each orgasmic contraction, each slightly diminishing in strength after the first three or four, until finally only random, fluttery pulses gripped my finger more gently. She urged me with her movements to keep doing her until even those small after-throbs had ceased, then, her eyes drifting open, a lax smile on her lips, she hugged my hand to her belly, and looked into my eyes. I had stopped telling my story when I noticed she had started coming, concentrating on enjoying the feeling of her climaxing pussy throbbing in my hands; now we stood there, basking in the warm feeling of intimate satisfaction that sharing an orgasm brought. I carefully slipped my finger out of her pussy, and as we looked down, noticed the urgent bulge tenting my pants that the excitement of masturbating her had raised; patting it, she asked,"Are you ready for some more already?" Moving her hand away, I told her that I'd rather wait until later, and she agreed, saying she wanted me to build up as much come-juice as I could; she loved "watching me squirt all over". As she reached to pull up her skirt she noticed how soaked my handjob had made her panties, and she said "What a mess! Next time we better take them all the way off!". Next time; at those words, I felt a renewed surge of warmth surging in my groin... _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+