Virgin In Heat Chapter 3
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“Your turn, little sis.”
I had just had the most erotic experience of my life. My first experience with male anatomy, first sight, first touch with an erect penis. It startled me to think that before I even got my first kiss I had already sucked a guy off. Well to be mostly accurate been mouth-fucked by him, but still. My lips touched cock before they touched other lips.
I sat there watching my brother nervously. His normally comforting smile had an edge to it; an edge that both scared me and thrilled me. What did he mean by my turn?
Michael’s erection was fading, but as he stood up it bobbed and swayed in front of my mouth. I thought for a moment how absurd it looked, like a tail someone had put on backwards. But thinking of its purpose, how it was designed to stretch me open, filling a hole in me that had never been filled with anything but two of my fingers, thinking how this monster, which even now looked to be four times the size of my fingers, would feel in me, that thought made me tremble with arousal. I felt a pure animalistic need grow from my pussy; an aching demand to be filled.
Michael put a hand under my chin, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on my lips. It was chaste to start with, just his lips on mine, but then he opened his mouth ever so slightly, just enough to catch my lips in his. I never truly understood what a “tender” kiss was before, but that kiss opened up whole new worlds for me. The sensations that started in my lips ignited a fire in my core, spread to my nipples and down to my pussy, were it grew and flared into a demand.
I can’t tell you how much I trusted and loved my brother right then. He had opened up whole new worlds for me, world I dreamed of but never really thought I would experience, and he had done so in a way that let me slip comfortably into this new and scary world.
The kiss grew more intense as our passions swelled. Soon my brother’s hands were slipping under my t shirt, caressing my back, and I was pulling at his, desperate to run my hands over him. I wanted to feel him so bad, flesh on flesh, and he could wait to feel my breasts again. We broke the kiss only for a moment as we tore each other’s shirt off, and then Michael was on me, slipping his tongue into my mouth and crushing me to him. My harden nipples crushed into his chest as our tongues dueled.
Michael’s weight caused me to fall back on to the couch, pulling him down on top of me. My legs opened up, flanking his hips as we kissed. I could feel his penis against my heat, separated from my moistness only by the thin, sopping wet fabric of my panties. It had softened after his orgasm, but the contact with my indecently clad vagina was having a slow affect on it. It became heavier, less yielding, and as it rubbed across my tender, aroused vulva, I broke the kiss with a gasp.
I arched my back, driving our pelvises together, and pulling in air in a drawn out moan. Michael took this opportunity to focus his attention instead on my neck, nibbling at my ear and running his tongue and lips under my jaw. He scooted backwards, disappointingly removing his penis from its contact with my pussy, but slowly kissed his way down my body, stopping to nuzzle and suck on each of my breasts.
The sensation caused by his actions sent another convulsion throughout my body. In my heighten state of arousal, I was ready to cum. I wanted to orgasm oh so badly. And Michael knew it. Forgoing the rest of my body, he moved down, and in a single slow motion pulled my panties off.
I lay there, completely naked, letting my brother stare at me. I felt shy and self-conscious, aware of my dripping snatch and wondering what he would think; terrified he would find me ugly or unattractive. I needn’t have worried. Almost as soon as my panties cleared my toes Michael’s warm breath was on my vulva and a moment later his lips planted a kiss on my pussy lips. I gasped with pleasure, anticipating something new and wonderful on this day that had already been so unique and amazing. Then my brother’s questing lips pushed up along my folds and found my clit.
My sensitive little nub, so packed with nerves, and hardened with my arousal proved the trigger I needed. Michael’s lips brushing, then grasping it, pushed me over an edge I had been clinging too. Waves of pleasure swept through me, my feet clenched, my hips rocked, and I shuddered as I came. My body tensed to its extreme, every muscle alive and twitching; then relief as my vaginal muscles clamped tight, and I relaxed in the after throes.
I lay there, panting, recovering from my orgasm. Michael however, wasn’t finished with me. Slowly and gently he started kissing my lips, placing tender love signs on my vulva. His face dripped with my personal lubrication, but he didn’t seem to care, just softly pressing his lips against my tender pussy. I could feel my body start to warm up to this treatment, and I reached out to touch Michael’s head, pulling him towards me slowly. Michael met my eyes, and we stared at each other for a long moment.
Michael’s kisses grew harder, and I moaned in appreciation. My brother’s tongue flickered out, pressing against my slit. I bit my lower lip and rocked my hips up and down against Michael’s face. I could feel his hands climbing my body, and then (slowly, but oh so inevitable) a finger piercing my vulva, past the lips of my pussy to rest in my vaginal canal. I gasped at the intrusion, my pussy clamping down on his finger, but Michael kept kissing my clit, and slowly I relaxed. As I did so, he eased a second finger into my opening, and held them there, waiting for me to adjust as he continued kissing around my vulva.
It took me longer to accept his second finger. This was more than I had ever had inside me before. I had experimented with my own fingers, and with some long thin objects, but Michaels fingers were quite a bit larger than mine. I felt stretched out, filled with something I was never meant to handle, but I swear to God, it was the best feeling ever.
My brother kept his fingers inside of me as he started to attack my clit. His tongue flicked across it, his slips pulled at it, his teeth rubbed it. Each little bump was a shock of intense pleasure for me; one that was now heighten by his fingers in my pussy. Slowly the fingers stated to move as well, until he was fucking me with them, thrusting in and out as the assault on my love button continued.
I was out of control, thrashing incoherently, thrusting my hips forwards, and gasping for air. My hands were fixed on the back of myTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
I had just had the most erotic experience of my life. My first experience with male anatomy, first sight, first touch with an erect penis. It startled me to think that before I even got my first kiss I had already sucked a guy off. Well to be mostly accurate been mouth-fucked by him, but still. My lips touched cock before they touched other lips.
I sat there watching my brother nervously. His normally comforting smile had an edge to it; an edge that both scared me and thrilled me. What did he mean by my turn?
Michael’s erection was fading, but as he stood up it bobbed and swayed in front of my mouth. I thought for a moment how absurd it looked, like a tail someone had put on backwards. But thinking of its purpose, how it was designed to stretch me open, filling a hole in me that had never been filled with anything but two of my fingers, thinking how this monster, which even now looked to be four times the size of my fingers, would feel in me, that thought made me tremble with arousal. I felt a pure animalistic need grow from my pussy; an aching demand to be filled.
Michael put a hand under my chin, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on my lips. It was chaste to start with, just his lips on mine, but then he opened his mouth ever so slightly, just enough to catch my lips in his. I never truly understood what a “tender” kiss was before, but that kiss opened up whole new worlds for me. The sensations that started in my lips ignited a fire in my core, spread to my nipples and down to my pussy, were it grew and flared into a demand.
I can’t tell you how much I trusted and loved my brother right then. He had opened up whole new worlds for me, world I dreamed of but never really thought I would experience, and he had done so in a way that let me slip comfortably into this new and scary world.
The kiss grew more intense as our passions swelled. Soon my brother’s hands were slipping under my t shirt, caressing my back, and I was pulling at his, desperate to run my hands over him. I wanted to feel him so bad, flesh on flesh, and he could wait to feel my breasts again. We broke the kiss only for a moment as we tore each other’s shirt off, and then Michael was on me, slipping his tongue into my mouth and crushing me to him. My harden nipples crushed into his chest as our tongues dueled.
Michael’s weight caused me to fall back on to the couch, pulling him down on top of me. My legs opened up, flanking his hips as we kissed. I could feel his penis against my heat, separated from my moistness only by the thin, sopping wet fabric of my panties. It had softened after his orgasm, but the contact with my indecently clad vagina was having a slow affect on it. It became heavier, less yielding, and as it rubbed across my tender, aroused vulva, I broke the kiss with a gasp.
I arched my back, driving our pelvises together, and pulling in air in a drawn out moan. Michael took this opportunity to focus his attention instead on my neck, nibbling at my ear and running his tongue and lips under my jaw. He scooted backwards, disappointingly removing his penis from its contact with my pussy, but slowly kissed his way down my body, stopping to nuzzle and suck on each of my breasts.
The sensation caused by his actions sent another convulsion throughout my body. In my heighten state of arousal, I was ready to cum. I wanted to orgasm oh so badly. And Michael knew it. Forgoing the rest of my body, he moved down, and in a single slow motion pulled my panties off.
I lay there, completely naked, letting my brother stare at me. I felt shy and self-conscious, aware of my dripping snatch and wondering what he would think; terrified he would find me ugly or unattractive. I needn’t have worried. Almost as soon as my panties cleared my toes Michael’s warm breath was on my vulva and a moment later his lips planted a kiss on my pussy lips. I gasped with pleasure, anticipating something new and wonderful on this day that had already been so unique and amazing. Then my brother’s questing lips pushed up along my folds and found my clit.
My sensitive little nub, so packed with nerves, and hardened with my arousal proved the trigger I needed. Michael’s lips brushing, then grasping it, pushed me over an edge I had been clinging too. Waves of pleasure swept through me, my feet clenched, my hips rocked, and I shuddered as I came. My body tensed to its extreme, every muscle alive and twitching; then relief as my vaginal muscles clamped tight, and I relaxed in the after throes.
I lay there, panting, recovering from my orgasm. Michael however, wasn’t finished with me. Slowly and gently he started kissing my lips, placing tender love signs on my vulva. His face dripped with my personal lubrication, but he didn’t seem to care, just softly pressing his lips against my tender pussy. I could feel my body start to warm up to this treatment, and I reached out to touch Michael’s head, pulling him towards me slowly. Michael met my eyes, and we stared at each other for a long moment.
Michael’s kisses grew harder, and I moaned in appreciation. My brother’s tongue flickered out, pressing against my slit. I bit my lower lip and rocked my hips up and down against Michael’s face. I could feel his hands climbing my body, and then (slowly, but oh so inevitable) a finger piercing my vulva, past the lips of my pussy to rest in my vaginal canal. I gasped at the intrusion, my pussy clamping down on his finger, but Michael kept kissing my clit, and slowly I relaxed. As I did so, he eased a second finger into my opening, and held them there, waiting for me to adjust as he continued kissing around my vulva.
It took me longer to accept his second finger. This was more than I had ever had inside me before. I had experimented with my own fingers, and with some long thin objects, but Michaels fingers were quite a bit larger than mine. I felt stretched out, filled with something I was never meant to handle, but I swear to God, it was the best feeling ever.
My brother kept his fingers inside of me as he started to attack my clit. His tongue flicked across it, his slips pulled at it, his teeth rubbed it. Each little bump was a shock of intense pleasure for me; one that was now heighten by his fingers in my pussy. Slowly the fingers stated to move as well, until he was fucking me with them, thrusting in and out as the assault on my love button continued.
I was out of control, thrashing incoherently, thrusting my hips forwards, and gasping for air. My hands were fixed on the back of myTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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