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These stories are from my head, but I am sure there is a truism about these imaginary encounters. I started fantasising around thirteen, after I had discovered the joys of masturbation, two years earlier, when I hit puberty. Whenever I hit ovulation I would go somewhere, not to be discovered, and get naked and add the fear of discovery to my masturbation.
Later after indulging in porn, I found my ability to imagine things happening to me, and then start acting them out with older men, incredibly exciting and sexually gratifying. It was then I started touching men and letting them touch me.
After such encounters I would write in a sex diary I kept, of what I felt and thought and these soon developed into stories, much like I write today, and as I wrote, I could feel my excitement rising and masturbate, flash men and make dirty phone calls, usually to men I knew were paedophiles and promise to come round and suck their cocks through their letterboxes.
All this time I would walk to school, tall graceful and athletic, people thought me the virgin incarnate, how little they knew of my deep sexual desires, and fantasies. I once for a dare went into a men's public loo and scribbled me name and phone number on the three cubicles, calling myself a schoolgirl nymphomaniac, "Please call me and have a mutual wanking session", I concluded, and some men did.
1) My friend Sara and her older brother.
Sara was short and stocky, whereas I was taller at 5'4" she was jet black haired and hairy and I the polar opposite, blond to fair, and no pubes to speak off.
Some girls called us lesbians, not to our faces, of course not, I think they were just jealous of our close friendship.
I once fancied her older brother when I started getting sexual urges during my ovulation periods. One night we two were up in her room listening to music and lying on her big bed, when her brother came in. he had been out at the pub and drunk a little too much. He as off to University in a few months and my heart ached for my impending loss, but of course he never knew of my love for him, I was a girl five years his junior.
Sara invited him to lie between us and I offer an ear bud for him to share my music, my god, I was lying in bed with a guy I fancied, cheek to cheek and feeling all fuzzy and warm.
He lay between us and at some point Sara got out of the bed and turned off the room light and w lay on top of the duvet in complete darkness, which seemed to heighten the mood. We were listening to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon", and suddenly we were kissing and I could feel his hand on my breast. I almost wet myself.
I had been on the pill for six months by then and had taken it faithfully every morning, just in case something like this would happen. I never realised being groped could feel so good, so I helped with buttons and clasps, until I lay bare breasted with my short skirt around me hips.
I was in schoolgirl heaven, frightened and excited, this was really happening and with someone I had always wanted it to be with, he was mine, and I groaned out loud, with a sudden release as I felt a hand touch my pussy outside my panties.
I was wet, very wet, and just wriggled and raised my hips so they could be taken off easily, this was it, and I readied myself for penetration.
My panties were mid thigh, and I felt a hand on my stomach, as he undid his belt and zipper, and fish his cock out and rub it against my pubic bone and clitoris, and then push a finger or two into me.
It was only later I realised it was not him readying me for penetration, it Sara, who was playing with her brothers dick and fingering me, pulling my panties off and her brother's trousers
Once our lower extremities were free of clothing, I was pushed onto my back and penetrated, and as we humped, Sara got off the bed and stripped naked and got back on behind her brothers heaving arse, and began licking his bum hole, until her saliva ran down his crack, onto his balls and continued onto my own crotch.
All of it was too much, I could not stop it cumming, and I convulsed at the severity and power of my orgasm. Sara flopped down beside us, job done, for me that is, "My turn" demanded Sara, pulling her brother onto her and reaching down to guide him inside, and they began fucking, as if I was not even there.
I marvelled at their closeness, they had obviously been having tons of practice, and I slipped my hand between their bodies and felt Sara's tits, with her rubbery hard nipples, and she turned her face to look at me, as her brother continued heaving between her raised legs.
"Kiss me", she said, and her brother licked the nape of her neck, but I knew she meant me, so I lent in and placed my mouth on hers and felt her tongue fill my mouth.
Two girls and one boy or man, is something I see becoming the norm. real men are dying off with age, and young men are a waste of space, too selfish and women know and enjoy pussy.
2) Doctor patient confidence
I cast a glance at the clock on the wall, 08:55, soon be time for my first appointment, "Fuck, I felt hung over", what a wild night, and with that thought, instinctively felt the crotch of my panties for wetness, morning sex with a horny husband is one thing, not getting anything other than a pussy full of spunk, is downright selfish.
I take a deep drink of my morning coffee and pop in a couple of mints to mask the boozy smell. I turn to the computer and look at my schedule, Mr Smith, and quickly glance over his history, and give a wry smile, 68 years young and has a problem with sex, "WTF", I think.
Another cock and ball fondling session, old men come to the practice praying for an intern to off load their sexual fantasies to girls young enough to be their granddaughters, hoping for what, I wondered?
I got up somewhat wearily and made for the door, my patients would be sitting out there, all I needed to was take a deep breath and call out, and appear genuinely keen to see them, "Fucking bedside manners, next they will be asking us just to hop in with them and see if we can cure them of their ageing erectile dysfunction".
"Mr Smith", I said it with humility and in my little lost girlish voice, it helps men to feel more masculine in the presence of woman about to dominate the proceedings.
I must say as he stood up I was taken aback, for a man of his age, he certainly had a presence about him, that was Indiana Jones roughness handsomeness.
"Good Morning". I extended my hand to his, as I greeted him, holding my breath as he neared me, in case he smelt my alcohol breath under the minty masking.
As he walked past me into the office my nostril picked up a sandalwood, musky aftershave, that matched his pheromones perfectly, my nipples feeling an uncontrolled sudden surge of excitement, are always my first indication of a male match.
I closed the door and turned to see him arrive at the appointed chair, turn and smile warmly, fuck I felt a surge of power over this man, I was in a position to do anything I wanted.
I cursed my husband for warming me up and leaving me cold, my brain and body were conniving to utilise the vast age difference between us, his obvious sexual dysfunction and my need for an orgasm, this was a golden opportunity, all I needed to be was brave and get him hard enough to mount me.
I was twenty four, lost my virginity at f******n, and had masturbated boys from my tenth birthday, not to mention other family shit, I hold dear to my heart.
I sat down and turned to face him, with the computer screen to my right for reference to his ailments. I looked at the screen before my opening statement and turned back quick enough to catch him looking at the expanse of thigh I was generously showing him, from under my white smock like fatigues.
My heart leapt, for a mere moment I felt like an angler who had just hooked a whopper, and my instant elation was felt deep in my crotch, where my husbands morning deposit, was both being nurtured and percolated by the thought of an illicit penetration, to finish off what he had started.
As a quick footnote here, it takes a lot of words to describe what a girl feels when she wants sex, so call it descriptive prose if you like, I want to take you men deep into my psyche, if you only knew how much we want to be fucked, most of the time and to dispense with all the bullshit veneer of respectability, I yearn for men to come up behind me and just lift my skirt and penetrate me, whist other watch and then join in, honestly, ask your girlfriends or just watch how they react and respond to your dirty suggestions. We are as frustrated as you are, any how, back to my story.
I deliberately crossed my legs, Sharon Stone style, my black panties would be easy to see, and would I, watching his eyes fall to my crotch.
"How are we feeling this morning", I asked him, pretending not to notice his excitement at seeing the thin black cotton barrier covering my cunt?
I saw his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed hard, I had him where I wanted him, and I wondered if my black brassiere could be seen under these fatigues, then I thought, "Fuck it, why not let old men look at you in your underwear and get excited", so I smiled as he started to answer my question.
As he spoke I decided to get up and go for my Blood Pressure Monitor, again making sure my panties could be seen, as I got up.
He finished speaking and I turned to let him know I was going to measure his blood pressure, I wanted a visual measurement of his heartbeat, and I knew how to this, so I could hear his response to my closeness, as I drew my own chair close to his and put on the arm pad.
I opened his shirt and saw his grey haired chest. I think my own heart was thumping like crazy under my left breast, each movement I made seemed to tell my I had physically swelled inside my brassiere, but I know it was my nipples that were providing the resistance, and being pleasured with the added subjugation of the brassiere material.
Christ even I felt the mood strongly, as I opened his shirt and placed the Bell to his chest, noting his deep red nipples were as erect as my own. I moved the Bell around a bit, making sure I brushed against his nipples in the hope he was like a woman, and felt it sexually.
Now for my 'pièce de résistance', I fidgeted a little, as if struggling to get a good hearing, so I straitened his arm our and let his hand rest on my mid thigh, and listened to his heart tell me how much he loved feeling the heat of my legs.
I ignored everything external by closing my eyes, every little twitch his fingers made inches from my pussy, almost made me cum.
I stopped and smiled, removing the ear pieces I told him, "You sound like a very healthy specimen", I think he caught my gist.
I put the stethoscope down on the table and glanced at the screen. I already knew where his past problem lay, and the thought of it excited me.
"How are things down there, did the medication work", I asked him? He was prescribed Viagra, which was strange, as his wife had passed away a few years before it.
"For a while he said", his eyes bright, perhaps being with a young pretty female discussing his sex life was better than popping a blue pill?
Then I asked him, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten with anticipation, "If you don't mind, I would like to examine you and see for myself"?
Of course he did not mind, putting your dick into a young woman's hand to be fondled, even if in the name of medical science, leads to just that, I asked him to take his pants off, then switched on the sign for outside the waiting room, "Do not enter, Examination underway", and then reached for the curtains, that surrounded the examination bed, and drew them to shield the bed from an accidental opening of the door.
I then drew out a 2 m length from a roll of paper to cover the bed, and cut it off, stepped behind the curtain as he stepped from his pants, and I did likewise, in one quick move, balling up my panties and putting them in my pocket.
He lay down and I looked him over. "The first thing I would suggest is a prostate check, because of your age. It only takes a minute and it's over".
He agreed, and I eased his underpants down and took them off, and turned him on his side in the recovery position and smeared a lubricant jelly around his anus, I did this slowly and deliberately, all the time talking gently to him, before putting on a rubber glove, and dipping my finger into the jelly, and pushing up his arse, and holding it there, "Are you comfortable", I asked him soothingly?
I could feel his sphincter clenching with me inside him, "Yes", he laughed nervously, and I then began fingering his anus, moving my finger around and feeling the pleasure for being inside him.
Less than a minute later, I pulled out of him and tore off the rubber glove and tossed it into the bin.
I turned him back onto his back and he had an erection.
I did not flinch I reached out and took hold of it and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the girth and enjoying the heat of his cock.
"A few unconventional tests", I breathed, and smiled as I opened my hand to rest his dick in it. I also pointed out, I should be wearing gloves, but he felt too nice in my hand and I did not want to ruin the magic.
I held him loosely and using my free hand I raked a nail up the length of his dick, along the back, until it reached the back of the glans, where I scratched him gently, whilst slowly squeezing his shaft. I did this for a few moments, and watched his face, his eyes became hooded heavy then closed.
I leaned forward until my mouth was almost touching his scrotum, his smell was intoxicating, and I took a deep breath, and released it, wafting his balls with my breath, "How does that feel", I asked him, feeling his cock jerk in my hand.
All I heard was a groan and the single word, "God". There was no going back, and I pressed my lips onto his scrotum and began kissing his cock, with my lips and little darts of my moistened tongue, up and along the back of his cock, which was humping my hand, between my fingers.
I mentally cursed my husband for not finishing our morning fuck to my satisfaction, and then felt his hand on the back of my leg, sliding up and up and until he was between my arse cheeks, using my wetness and husbands sperm, to finger my holes.
I sat up and stood up and pulled my garment off, lifted my leg across his body and lowered myself onto him. We fucked until we both exhausted our needs.
"I approve of your unconventional methods", he said once we dressed and relaxed. "I have set up another appointment for same time next week", I said to him, "I don't think you need Viagra", adding, with a wry smile, "Do you".
We out stretched our hands to shake, but in the end I hugged him, and whispered into his ear, "Thank you for the brilliant fucking".
1) GSA really happens
"Oh God, where do I begin with this"? I am a half sibling to a boy, through our mother, and when we met for the first time, I did not know of him, or he of me, but it was instant attraction at first sight, across a room at a party.
We skirted around each other, in circles, each round we made, we got closer and closer, until we stopped in a hallway, outside the toilet.
We never spoke, even for an instant, it was like a silent movie, and it was only broken when I whispered into his ear, "I'm cumming", and slide from his grasp, breaking the penis vagina connection, and feeling his cum run from me, down my thighs, and drip onto the bathroom floor.
I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped myself and the pool of semen on the floor, tossing it into pan and flushing our intimate union away. It was a quick thank you maam, thank you bang and as everything flushed away, I could still feel his cock inside me, pushing my internals, and leaving an indelible imprint on my brain, of his fucking me and cumming.
back in the main party, the smell of booze and weed impinged upon my sensitive nostrils, I was alive and alert, why should I not be, I was just fucked and if anything, I began to miss the sex, and want more, "My God, I wanted to start fucking everybody".
I saw him one more time in the kitchen, he was with a very beautiful girl, "Who is she", I queried a friend who knew both him and the person who was throwing the party?
She looked at me, with a puzzled expression. Ever have one of those moments when the music stops, and there is a sudden cessation of everything, you just know you are about to be confronted with something to knock the wind out of your sails?
"She is his wife", I hears her say, it was the next sentence that knocked the stuffing out of me, "she is your sister-in-law, that's your half brother".
I stared, and saw him slowly turn to acknowledge my presence, nod and smile at me. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole, and then my sister in law was hugging me, and my half brother was looking at two girls he had intimacy with. I felt used and abused, until I admitted to myself, I had wanted him as much as he had wanted me, and I hugged her back, before embracing him once again, and kissing him affectionately, in a sisterly fashion.
I just wish parents could be honest about their unknown c***dren, it would make this Genetic Sexual Attraction less of a problem when two of them meet for the first time.
Later after indulging in porn, I found my ability to imagine things happening to me, and then start acting them out with older men, incredibly exciting and sexually gratifying. It was then I started touching men and letting them touch me.
After such encounters I would write in a sex diary I kept, of what I felt and thought and these soon developed into stories, much like I write today, and as I wrote, I could feel my excitement rising and masturbate, flash men and make dirty phone calls, usually to men I knew were paedophiles and promise to come round and suck their cocks through their letterboxes.
All this time I would walk to school, tall graceful and athletic, people thought me the virgin incarnate, how little they knew of my deep sexual desires, and fantasies. I once for a dare went into a men's public loo and scribbled me name and phone number on the three cubicles, calling myself a schoolgirl nymphomaniac, "Please call me and have a mutual wanking session", I concluded, and some men did.
1) My friend Sara and her older brother.
Sara was short and stocky, whereas I was taller at 5'4" she was jet black haired and hairy and I the polar opposite, blond to fair, and no pubes to speak off.
Some girls called us lesbians, not to our faces, of course not, I think they were just jealous of our close friendship.
I once fancied her older brother when I started getting sexual urges during my ovulation periods. One night we two were up in her room listening to music and lying on her big bed, when her brother came in. he had been out at the pub and drunk a little too much. He as off to University in a few months and my heart ached for my impending loss, but of course he never knew of my love for him, I was a girl five years his junior.
Sara invited him to lie between us and I offer an ear bud for him to share my music, my god, I was lying in bed with a guy I fancied, cheek to cheek and feeling all fuzzy and warm.
He lay between us and at some point Sara got out of the bed and turned off the room light and w lay on top of the duvet in complete darkness, which seemed to heighten the mood. We were listening to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon", and suddenly we were kissing and I could feel his hand on my breast. I almost wet myself.
I had been on the pill for six months by then and had taken it faithfully every morning, just in case something like this would happen. I never realised being groped could feel so good, so I helped with buttons and clasps, until I lay bare breasted with my short skirt around me hips.
I was in schoolgirl heaven, frightened and excited, this was really happening and with someone I had always wanted it to be with, he was mine, and I groaned out loud, with a sudden release as I felt a hand touch my pussy outside my panties.
I was wet, very wet, and just wriggled and raised my hips so they could be taken off easily, this was it, and I readied myself for penetration.
My panties were mid thigh, and I felt a hand on my stomach, as he undid his belt and zipper, and fish his cock out and rub it against my pubic bone and clitoris, and then push a finger or two into me.
It was only later I realised it was not him readying me for penetration, it Sara, who was playing with her brothers dick and fingering me, pulling my panties off and her brother's trousers
Once our lower extremities were free of clothing, I was pushed onto my back and penetrated, and as we humped, Sara got off the bed and stripped naked and got back on behind her brothers heaving arse, and began licking his bum hole, until her saliva ran down his crack, onto his balls and continued onto my own crotch.
All of it was too much, I could not stop it cumming, and I convulsed at the severity and power of my orgasm. Sara flopped down beside us, job done, for me that is, "My turn" demanded Sara, pulling her brother onto her and reaching down to guide him inside, and they began fucking, as if I was not even there.
I marvelled at their closeness, they had obviously been having tons of practice, and I slipped my hand between their bodies and felt Sara's tits, with her rubbery hard nipples, and she turned her face to look at me, as her brother continued heaving between her raised legs.
"Kiss me", she said, and her brother licked the nape of her neck, but I knew she meant me, so I lent in and placed my mouth on hers and felt her tongue fill my mouth.
Two girls and one boy or man, is something I see becoming the norm. real men are dying off with age, and young men are a waste of space, too selfish and women know and enjoy pussy.
2) Doctor patient confidence
I cast a glance at the clock on the wall, 08:55, soon be time for my first appointment, "Fuck, I felt hung over", what a wild night, and with that thought, instinctively felt the crotch of my panties for wetness, morning sex with a horny husband is one thing, not getting anything other than a pussy full of spunk, is downright selfish.
I take a deep drink of my morning coffee and pop in a couple of mints to mask the boozy smell. I turn to the computer and look at my schedule, Mr Smith, and quickly glance over his history, and give a wry smile, 68 years young and has a problem with sex, "WTF", I think.
Another cock and ball fondling session, old men come to the practice praying for an intern to off load their sexual fantasies to girls young enough to be their granddaughters, hoping for what, I wondered?
I got up somewhat wearily and made for the door, my patients would be sitting out there, all I needed to was take a deep breath and call out, and appear genuinely keen to see them, "Fucking bedside manners, next they will be asking us just to hop in with them and see if we can cure them of their ageing erectile dysfunction".
"Mr Smith", I said it with humility and in my little lost girlish voice, it helps men to feel more masculine in the presence of woman about to dominate the proceedings.
I must say as he stood up I was taken aback, for a man of his age, he certainly had a presence about him, that was Indiana Jones roughness handsomeness.
"Good Morning". I extended my hand to his, as I greeted him, holding my breath as he neared me, in case he smelt my alcohol breath under the minty masking.
As he walked past me into the office my nostril picked up a sandalwood, musky aftershave, that matched his pheromones perfectly, my nipples feeling an uncontrolled sudden surge of excitement, are always my first indication of a male match.
I closed the door and turned to see him arrive at the appointed chair, turn and smile warmly, fuck I felt a surge of power over this man, I was in a position to do anything I wanted.
I cursed my husband for warming me up and leaving me cold, my brain and body were conniving to utilise the vast age difference between us, his obvious sexual dysfunction and my need for an orgasm, this was a golden opportunity, all I needed to be was brave and get him hard enough to mount me.
I was twenty four, lost my virginity at f******n, and had masturbated boys from my tenth birthday, not to mention other family shit, I hold dear to my heart.
I sat down and turned to face him, with the computer screen to my right for reference to his ailments. I looked at the screen before my opening statement and turned back quick enough to catch him looking at the expanse of thigh I was generously showing him, from under my white smock like fatigues.
My heart leapt, for a mere moment I felt like an angler who had just hooked a whopper, and my instant elation was felt deep in my crotch, where my husbands morning deposit, was both being nurtured and percolated by the thought of an illicit penetration, to finish off what he had started.
As a quick footnote here, it takes a lot of words to describe what a girl feels when she wants sex, so call it descriptive prose if you like, I want to take you men deep into my psyche, if you only knew how much we want to be fucked, most of the time and to dispense with all the bullshit veneer of respectability, I yearn for men to come up behind me and just lift my skirt and penetrate me, whist other watch and then join in, honestly, ask your girlfriends or just watch how they react and respond to your dirty suggestions. We are as frustrated as you are, any how, back to my story.
I deliberately crossed my legs, Sharon Stone style, my black panties would be easy to see, and would I, watching his eyes fall to my crotch.
"How are we feeling this morning", I asked him, pretending not to notice his excitement at seeing the thin black cotton barrier covering my cunt?
I saw his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed hard, I had him where I wanted him, and I wondered if my black brassiere could be seen under these fatigues, then I thought, "Fuck it, why not let old men look at you in your underwear and get excited", so I smiled as he started to answer my question.
As he spoke I decided to get up and go for my Blood Pressure Monitor, again making sure my panties could be seen, as I got up.
He finished speaking and I turned to let him know I was going to measure his blood pressure, I wanted a visual measurement of his heartbeat, and I knew how to this, so I could hear his response to my closeness, as I drew my own chair close to his and put on the arm pad.
I opened his shirt and saw his grey haired chest. I think my own heart was thumping like crazy under my left breast, each movement I made seemed to tell my I had physically swelled inside my brassiere, but I know it was my nipples that were providing the resistance, and being pleasured with the added subjugation of the brassiere material.
Christ even I felt the mood strongly, as I opened his shirt and placed the Bell to his chest, noting his deep red nipples were as erect as my own. I moved the Bell around a bit, making sure I brushed against his nipples in the hope he was like a woman, and felt it sexually.
Now for my 'pièce de résistance', I fidgeted a little, as if struggling to get a good hearing, so I straitened his arm our and let his hand rest on my mid thigh, and listened to his heart tell me how much he loved feeling the heat of my legs.
I ignored everything external by closing my eyes, every little twitch his fingers made inches from my pussy, almost made me cum.
I stopped and smiled, removing the ear pieces I told him, "You sound like a very healthy specimen", I think he caught my gist.
I put the stethoscope down on the table and glanced at the screen. I already knew where his past problem lay, and the thought of it excited me.
"How are things down there, did the medication work", I asked him? He was prescribed Viagra, which was strange, as his wife had passed away a few years before it.
"For a while he said", his eyes bright, perhaps being with a young pretty female discussing his sex life was better than popping a blue pill?
Then I asked him, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten with anticipation, "If you don't mind, I would like to examine you and see for myself"?
Of course he did not mind, putting your dick into a young woman's hand to be fondled, even if in the name of medical science, leads to just that, I asked him to take his pants off, then switched on the sign for outside the waiting room, "Do not enter, Examination underway", and then reached for the curtains, that surrounded the examination bed, and drew them to shield the bed from an accidental opening of the door.
I then drew out a 2 m length from a roll of paper to cover the bed, and cut it off, stepped behind the curtain as he stepped from his pants, and I did likewise, in one quick move, balling up my panties and putting them in my pocket.
He lay down and I looked him over. "The first thing I would suggest is a prostate check, because of your age. It only takes a minute and it's over".
He agreed, and I eased his underpants down and took them off, and turned him on his side in the recovery position and smeared a lubricant jelly around his anus, I did this slowly and deliberately, all the time talking gently to him, before putting on a rubber glove, and dipping my finger into the jelly, and pushing up his arse, and holding it there, "Are you comfortable", I asked him soothingly?
I could feel his sphincter clenching with me inside him, "Yes", he laughed nervously, and I then began fingering his anus, moving my finger around and feeling the pleasure for being inside him.
Less than a minute later, I pulled out of him and tore off the rubber glove and tossed it into the bin.
I turned him back onto his back and he had an erection.
I did not flinch I reached out and took hold of it and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the girth and enjoying the heat of his cock.
"A few unconventional tests", I breathed, and smiled as I opened my hand to rest his dick in it. I also pointed out, I should be wearing gloves, but he felt too nice in my hand and I did not want to ruin the magic.
I held him loosely and using my free hand I raked a nail up the length of his dick, along the back, until it reached the back of the glans, where I scratched him gently, whilst slowly squeezing his shaft. I did this for a few moments, and watched his face, his eyes became hooded heavy then closed.
I leaned forward until my mouth was almost touching his scrotum, his smell was intoxicating, and I took a deep breath, and released it, wafting his balls with my breath, "How does that feel", I asked him, feeling his cock jerk in my hand.
All I heard was a groan and the single word, "God". There was no going back, and I pressed my lips onto his scrotum and began kissing his cock, with my lips and little darts of my moistened tongue, up and along the back of his cock, which was humping my hand, between my fingers.
I mentally cursed my husband for not finishing our morning fuck to my satisfaction, and then felt his hand on the back of my leg, sliding up and up and until he was between my arse cheeks, using my wetness and husbands sperm, to finger my holes.
I sat up and stood up and pulled my garment off, lifted my leg across his body and lowered myself onto him. We fucked until we both exhausted our needs.
"I approve of your unconventional methods", he said once we dressed and relaxed. "I have set up another appointment for same time next week", I said to him, "I don't think you need Viagra", adding, with a wry smile, "Do you".
We out stretched our hands to shake, but in the end I hugged him, and whispered into his ear, "Thank you for the brilliant fucking".
1) GSA really happens
"Oh God, where do I begin with this"? I am a half sibling to a boy, through our mother, and when we met for the first time, I did not know of him, or he of me, but it was instant attraction at first sight, across a room at a party.
We skirted around each other, in circles, each round we made, we got closer and closer, until we stopped in a hallway, outside the toilet.
We never spoke, even for an instant, it was like a silent movie, and it was only broken when I whispered into his ear, "I'm cumming", and slide from his grasp, breaking the penis vagina connection, and feeling his cum run from me, down my thighs, and drip onto the bathroom floor.
I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped myself and the pool of semen on the floor, tossing it into pan and flushing our intimate union away. It was a quick thank you maam, thank you bang and as everything flushed away, I could still feel his cock inside me, pushing my internals, and leaving an indelible imprint on my brain, of his fucking me and cumming.
back in the main party, the smell of booze and weed impinged upon my sensitive nostrils, I was alive and alert, why should I not be, I was just fucked and if anything, I began to miss the sex, and want more, "My God, I wanted to start fucking everybody".
I saw him one more time in the kitchen, he was with a very beautiful girl, "Who is she", I queried a friend who knew both him and the person who was throwing the party?
She looked at me, with a puzzled expression. Ever have one of those moments when the music stops, and there is a sudden cessation of everything, you just know you are about to be confronted with something to knock the wind out of your sails?
"She is his wife", I hears her say, it was the next sentence that knocked the stuffing out of me, "she is your sister-in-law, that's your half brother".
I stared, and saw him slowly turn to acknowledge my presence, nod and smile at me. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole, and then my sister in law was hugging me, and my half brother was looking at two girls he had intimacy with. I felt used and abused, until I admitted to myself, I had wanted him as much as he had wanted me, and I hugged her back, before embracing him once again, and kissing him affectionately, in a sisterly fashion.
I just wish parents could be honest about their unknown c***dren, it would make this Genetic Sexual Attraction less of a problem when two of them meet for the first time.
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