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281 i****t and the virgin. round 5
It was the weekend before anything else happened, Charlotte arriving on the Friday and calling my mother Mrs Wabbit the whole time which I found a bit wearing. Charlotte was the same age give or take as my sister, shorter, but with jaunty tits dark hair, glasses and a disarming smile that begged to be kissed and in addition, a bubble butt, that I itched to touch
Anyway, she had Reb`s bed, her being conveniently away all weekend supposedly at her friend Melony`s house, but as I had seen Melony in the village on her own, on Thursday, and she was going away till Monday, it was a bit doubtful! But I said nothing, as it may have been useful ammunition later!
So, it was on the Saturday when dad had taken mum to Folkestone to shop, that there came a soft knock on my door, and Rose appeared with a mug of tea, me having laid in. “Erm would you come to the studio soon please, Charlotte and I are waiting to draw you! then under her breath muttered that “they were eager to lose their cherries too!” which I didn’t acknowledge
Nodding while swilling my tea, I passed her the picture frame I ad brought, which she loved, I said I would wash and pee and would be down in a moment, she nodded thn half turned to the door to go but hesitated, then said “well actually, I wonder if you would mind not peeing yet, as we would both love to watch… and help!”
She scuttled away, and leaving me smiling at myself in the mirror, as I combed my hair, I finished my tea, placed my dressing gown on my otherwise naked body, and hopefully thrust some condoms into the pocket as I went down to the garden.
Through the studio door I could see and two easels’, were set up at the far end, a rug awaited me over the small -stool, and both girls sitting patiently waiting in the sunlight on the bench outside.
To her amazed horror. I simply walked up, pulled Charlotte to her feet and kissed her passionately, it was a bit brash but the perfect ice breaker. I released her from my hug and saying, “I had wanted to do that since I first saw you,” it was a blatant lie, but it served its purpose, and as she melted into my arms as I could see over her shoulder my all -knowing sister grinning like a Cheshire cat.!
We adjourned to the studio, me quietly and secretly, easing open my dressing gown belt as we went in.
The sun having been up for a lot longer than I had and the, studio was warm and stuffy, two of the windows were open, but it was still warm.
Rose slid behind her board, but I caught Charlotte`s hand once more spinning her against my body, which automatically knocked opened the gown as I had intended. She came closer her eyes bulging, face red, as she stared at my cock, now rising to the occasion. Her jaw open, like a goldfish at feeding time. I stood and watched, this pretty girl devouring the view in a glazed stare for some seconds, then I caught her chin, and raised her face to mine, saying that, I knew as soon as I saw her she had never seen one of these in the flesh! So now she was here, and my tool was hers, for the whole day if she wanted to play, but that I wouldn’t force her, but it was here for them both to draw, and use as well if they wished.
Stuttering she thanked me, blushing in a way I knew was not down to the warmth of the hut, so I kissed her again and whispered that “she could touch it if she wanted, but she was hot, so why did she not take off her own clothes too if she wished, as we were alone for the day, as no one ever comes here “ I slipped off the cloak by now acting like I was Adonis or someone, and she stepped back as if to see the whole of this (I hoped) lovely male body, (well it was her first and she had no yardstick to work on [ yardstick! Please excuse the pun]).
My sister was by now scratching away with her charcoal stick all this time, catching thumbnail sketches of me and, her, still dressed and flustered friend. To cover her blushes` and probably her protests, I kissed her once more and felt her hand slither along my tool in a most delightful way, her eyes closed as she began to return my kisses, my hands cupping her bum in a gentle fashion and my tool rubbing against her body in an ever more-friendly way.
I began undoing her yellow check sun- dress, from the top, to which she did not resist, Rose behind her pad forgotten, as I slowly revealed the small cups of her bra, probably her first.
The dress fell to her arms, she herself allowing her hands to fall and the dress to drop to the floor.
Her knickers and bra were snow white, stark against her chubby pink body, skin like a peach, all fluffy hair and soft as butter. I reached for her bra catch, but she resisted, so I didn`t persist, not that I have scruples, but I felt it better if she was happy to do it herself.
We kissed again, sinking to the floor on the thick old carpet Rose had begged from mum all those weeks ago. The cloak was long gone now, and her hands sought out John Thomas, as she began o realise I was available and not protesting, so her body sung across mine, to allow her to get a nearer and a clearer view. She began to gently play with it, stroking the shaft, and caressing the balls in a probing, enquiring but not uncomfortable way. I knew I needed to pee, as at my sister`s request I had not done so yet today, so I said I needed to relieve myself. At that Rose came over suggesting that as she was in the same boat, we should go outside, as she wanted to go as well, we stood and out we went, Charlotte holding my hand like a c***d, as we descended the six steps to the lawn, my sister followed but squatted two steps up, allowing me my first glimpse of her already naked charms, under the quickly raised, white skirt, as she began her stream towards us from the vantage point just above us and the lawn. It was an erotic sight I shall remember for a very long time.
It was unreal, a month ago I had never seen an undressed female, now here I stood in our English country-garden, near naked, mesmerised, my dressing gown wide open, my dick out, and a half-dressed girl on my arm watching my sister peeing unashamedly at us! I again began to stiffen, but before things got too stiff I knew I needed to empty my bladder, so with some urgency, I took my companions hand and placed it on my tool as I began to let go. She gripped it firmly and with determination, aiming my flow straight at my sister, sat just above us. My urgent stream hit Rose`s crutch up between the legs, it was awesome, her face a picture as the hot water hit. Charlotte began to laugh as Rose instinctively jumped backwards, as she scrambled to her feet, the impromptu fire hose stream, unable to fully reach her, hit her left shoe and her white ankle sock, now sodden from my golden passing`s. laughter ensued, Charlotte saying “if she could strip so could Rose, “though that ‘fell on Stoney ground’ Rose ignoring the comment.
I sat down, the dewy grass drying fast now from the warm sun, as Charlotte slid down her panties, revealing her own near naked slot, hairless, and pretty, she turned towards me and then, like a waterfall I found my gown absorbing her flow, as she scored a bulls eye on my genitailia. I didn’t move till Her stream dried and then, hand in hand and no doubt smelling a bit we all walked to our kitchen to clean up we drank coke from the fridge while our newly rinsed clothing went into the dryer, each of us in turn showering, my sister appearing in a dressing gown still ashamed of her scars, Charlotte and I now unashamedly naked, her bra to my joy, having gone at some point, as we waited for the dryer to do its thing.
Hot dry clothes in hand we returned to the studio, here I was asked to strike a pose, and the two would-be art students began to draw, Charlotte, using charcoal, and Rose for a change using pencil`s, I was desperately trying to think of other things, so as not to get stiff too soon…it was a forlorn hope, the damned thing rose like a snake from a charmers bag, both to the girls obvious joy and amazement Charlotte till today not having seen one let alone a stiff one! As I couldn’t do anything to relieve it being in a pose, it, having stayed up for way too long, became a sort of ache. Most of an hour passed, then it became too much, and I had to say “Enuf’ is definitely enough” and suggested we had a break. Which we did, during which they showed me their work, Rose had it taped, a cracking job, ideal for mums pressy, but Charlotte wasn’t so good, she like me, being only an average artist and a bit distracted anyway!
We decided that the next pose should be with Charlotte and I, together as a keepsake sketch just for her.
Before we got set again, Charlotte winked at me, saying that it was time Rose took off her covers, and to hell with excuses about scars, “Rod is your brother, and I am your friend, we both know the score and we both care”. My sister, red of face, blustered a bit but we were not taking no for an answer so reluctantly she stood turned and slowly slid the gown down from her shoulders.
Her back slowly came into sight, the livid scar ran from neck to the small of her back, but it was a single stripe, tidy if unusual, and really not anywhere nearly as unsightly as she imagined.
We of course reassured her, and with encouragement she lost the dressing gown completely, and I must say her bum was tidier than I expected, and her body a joy overall, a down of tiny fluffy hairs covering her mons.
Here was I now with not one good looking girl, but two, one an apparently keen partner, and the other a little more reluctant, and needing a little reassurance. I suggested we lost the stool and spent a bit of time together on the rug. This we did, though Rose, was a little slower getting ‘down and dirty!’
Charlotte, whispered that “she was a virgin,” which was of course no surprise, so I said “look, both of you, the thing is that there are things we can do that don’t include losing your cherries, but I must say your both very attractive and I want you, but it`s up to each of you individually, it`s your choice how far you go, I won`t push.” Now you might think that I was being chivalrous, but in reality, I was being defensive, I didn’t want to be accused of forcing myself on either of them. Well if you are on a good thing you don’t spoil it do you!
They exchanged glances, then the delightful Charlotte, probably the more forward, said, that “though she didn`t want to get pregnant or take any risk, she had wanted to lose it for ‘ absolute ages’” Rose said nothing just fell to her knees and took my tool into her mouth, adding to my discomfort and getting me oh so close!
I reached for the rubbers, and then realised I had left them on the kitchen table when we did the drying. My heart fell, but Rose bless her, with a smile, stood and fetched a box from her drawer, saying that “she had not left her opportunity to chance!”
Fitted now with some protection, (well done mum!) our lips welded together, and with me revelling in the ministrations of not one but two eager girls., we moved on. Talk about lay back and think of England! it was wonderful! John Thomas stood proud and with the girls arguing over who was going to go first, it was beyond my wildest! I eventually suggested they tossed for it, and not with a hand job, but there was no penny! Eventually I , ‘billy big foot,’ suggested Charlotte as “I can have Rose anytime!” now that sounded good enough to me, but caused a frown on Roses face as I lay waiting for the girl, to straddle me, facing me with a fixed eye contact lowering herself down in a crouch slowly until her soft lips were just touching my tender tool. Charlotte holding Rose`s hand by then and allowing her body to slide steadily and slowly, down my stiffee. It was magic, her face showing every emotion, from joy to pain as my stiff pole got further and further deeper into her body.
Her groan was to me an added bonus, but the yelp as her hymen broke, was enough to have me pumping my seed into her without a single stroke having been taken!
She released my sisters hand, collapsing on me and simply laying still, with old JT still filling the condom in a way that I felt proud of.
I was aware of a camera clicking, it was Rose, capturing the moment for us both. No doubt to use as the fodder for a later sketch.
Realising I was still stiff I began a gentle hip movement and my partners eyes rolled in an appreciative way, her body reacting, by moving and gyrating in the newfound feelings of joy. In a matter of seconds, Charlotte began to climax, breathing hard, her nipples like hard little limpets as they slid back and forth on my chest, her body clasping old JT and her hands squeezing each of my shoulders hard.
We stayed together for a few seconds longer, then she lifted herself off my still stiff tool. My sister gave her some clean, would be paint rags to wipe away the little trickle of blood, and I replaced the used condom, as she sat desperately trying to regain her emotions.
I nearly cried “next!” arrogant prat that I am, but I need not have bothered, my sister was as fast as she could taking , Charlotte`s place, my youthful recovery time stiffening JT once more to his full height. As she mounted him with no hesitation, muttering “it was now or never” as she rammed her body down my shaft in a determined way! She later said it was because she was afraid of the pain and knew if she hesitated she would have chickened out, and she didn’t want to look silly in front of her mate!
The thrust had her giving out a scream of pain, due to the unexpected friction and the breaking of the protective skin, tears forming I could see so I began to hump my hips up and down immediately, seconds past then together we came to the boil, her wriggling on the shaft as we both climaxed, in a spectacular fashion.
It was amazing, as her grip on my arms tightened and we both had a moment of pain, sexual high and emotional turmoil such as neither of us had so far experienced,
After a few seconds she arose, her friend supplying the inevitable rag, and the two girls cuddling one another, soulmates, tears flowing and me, forgotten in the whole emotion of the moment.
Time past, then we mutually decided to dress and wander to the kitchen partly to feed our faces, and partly to regain my strength, two virgins in a day being heavy on sexual energy!
It was the weekend before anything else happened, Charlotte arriving on the Friday and calling my mother Mrs Wabbit the whole time which I found a bit wearing. Charlotte was the same age give or take as my sister, shorter, but with jaunty tits dark hair, glasses and a disarming smile that begged to be kissed and in addition, a bubble butt, that I itched to touch
Anyway, she had Reb`s bed, her being conveniently away all weekend supposedly at her friend Melony`s house, but as I had seen Melony in the village on her own, on Thursday, and she was going away till Monday, it was a bit doubtful! But I said nothing, as it may have been useful ammunition later!
So, it was on the Saturday when dad had taken mum to Folkestone to shop, that there came a soft knock on my door, and Rose appeared with a mug of tea, me having laid in. “Erm would you come to the studio soon please, Charlotte and I are waiting to draw you! then under her breath muttered that “they were eager to lose their cherries too!” which I didn’t acknowledge
Nodding while swilling my tea, I passed her the picture frame I ad brought, which she loved, I said I would wash and pee and would be down in a moment, she nodded thn half turned to the door to go but hesitated, then said “well actually, I wonder if you would mind not peeing yet, as we would both love to watch… and help!”
She scuttled away, and leaving me smiling at myself in the mirror, as I combed my hair, I finished my tea, placed my dressing gown on my otherwise naked body, and hopefully thrust some condoms into the pocket as I went down to the garden.
Through the studio door I could see and two easels’, were set up at the far end, a rug awaited me over the small -stool, and both girls sitting patiently waiting in the sunlight on the bench outside.
To her amazed horror. I simply walked up, pulled Charlotte to her feet and kissed her passionately, it was a bit brash but the perfect ice breaker. I released her from my hug and saying, “I had wanted to do that since I first saw you,” it was a blatant lie, but it served its purpose, and as she melted into my arms as I could see over her shoulder my all -knowing sister grinning like a Cheshire cat.!
We adjourned to the studio, me quietly and secretly, easing open my dressing gown belt as we went in.
The sun having been up for a lot longer than I had and the, studio was warm and stuffy, two of the windows were open, but it was still warm.
Rose slid behind her board, but I caught Charlotte`s hand once more spinning her against my body, which automatically knocked opened the gown as I had intended. She came closer her eyes bulging, face red, as she stared at my cock, now rising to the occasion. Her jaw open, like a goldfish at feeding time. I stood and watched, this pretty girl devouring the view in a glazed stare for some seconds, then I caught her chin, and raised her face to mine, saying that, I knew as soon as I saw her she had never seen one of these in the flesh! So now she was here, and my tool was hers, for the whole day if she wanted to play, but that I wouldn’t force her, but it was here for them both to draw, and use as well if they wished.
Stuttering she thanked me, blushing in a way I knew was not down to the warmth of the hut, so I kissed her again and whispered that “she could touch it if she wanted, but she was hot, so why did she not take off her own clothes too if she wished, as we were alone for the day, as no one ever comes here “ I slipped off the cloak by now acting like I was Adonis or someone, and she stepped back as if to see the whole of this (I hoped) lovely male body, (well it was her first and she had no yardstick to work on [ yardstick! Please excuse the pun]).
My sister was by now scratching away with her charcoal stick all this time, catching thumbnail sketches of me and, her, still dressed and flustered friend. To cover her blushes` and probably her protests, I kissed her once more and felt her hand slither along my tool in a most delightful way, her eyes closed as she began to return my kisses, my hands cupping her bum in a gentle fashion and my tool rubbing against her body in an ever more-friendly way.
I began undoing her yellow check sun- dress, from the top, to which she did not resist, Rose behind her pad forgotten, as I slowly revealed the small cups of her bra, probably her first.
The dress fell to her arms, she herself allowing her hands to fall and the dress to drop to the floor.
Her knickers and bra were snow white, stark against her chubby pink body, skin like a peach, all fluffy hair and soft as butter. I reached for her bra catch, but she resisted, so I didn`t persist, not that I have scruples, but I felt it better if she was happy to do it herself.
We kissed again, sinking to the floor on the thick old carpet Rose had begged from mum all those weeks ago. The cloak was long gone now, and her hands sought out John Thomas, as she began o realise I was available and not protesting, so her body sung across mine, to allow her to get a nearer and a clearer view. She began to gently play with it, stroking the shaft, and caressing the balls in a probing, enquiring but not uncomfortable way. I knew I needed to pee, as at my sister`s request I had not done so yet today, so I said I needed to relieve myself. At that Rose came over suggesting that as she was in the same boat, we should go outside, as she wanted to go as well, we stood and out we went, Charlotte holding my hand like a c***d, as we descended the six steps to the lawn, my sister followed but squatted two steps up, allowing me my first glimpse of her already naked charms, under the quickly raised, white skirt, as she began her stream towards us from the vantage point just above us and the lawn. It was an erotic sight I shall remember for a very long time.
It was unreal, a month ago I had never seen an undressed female, now here I stood in our English country-garden, near naked, mesmerised, my dressing gown wide open, my dick out, and a half-dressed girl on my arm watching my sister peeing unashamedly at us! I again began to stiffen, but before things got too stiff I knew I needed to empty my bladder, so with some urgency, I took my companions hand and placed it on my tool as I began to let go. She gripped it firmly and with determination, aiming my flow straight at my sister, sat just above us. My urgent stream hit Rose`s crutch up between the legs, it was awesome, her face a picture as the hot water hit. Charlotte began to laugh as Rose instinctively jumped backwards, as she scrambled to her feet, the impromptu fire hose stream, unable to fully reach her, hit her left shoe and her white ankle sock, now sodden from my golden passing`s. laughter ensued, Charlotte saying “if she could strip so could Rose, “though that ‘fell on Stoney ground’ Rose ignoring the comment.
I sat down, the dewy grass drying fast now from the warm sun, as Charlotte slid down her panties, revealing her own near naked slot, hairless, and pretty, she turned towards me and then, like a waterfall I found my gown absorbing her flow, as she scored a bulls eye on my genitailia. I didn’t move till Her stream dried and then, hand in hand and no doubt smelling a bit we all walked to our kitchen to clean up we drank coke from the fridge while our newly rinsed clothing went into the dryer, each of us in turn showering, my sister appearing in a dressing gown still ashamed of her scars, Charlotte and I now unashamedly naked, her bra to my joy, having gone at some point, as we waited for the dryer to do its thing.
Hot dry clothes in hand we returned to the studio, here I was asked to strike a pose, and the two would-be art students began to draw, Charlotte, using charcoal, and Rose for a change using pencil`s, I was desperately trying to think of other things, so as not to get stiff too soon…it was a forlorn hope, the damned thing rose like a snake from a charmers bag, both to the girls obvious joy and amazement Charlotte till today not having seen one let alone a stiff one! As I couldn’t do anything to relieve it being in a pose, it, having stayed up for way too long, became a sort of ache. Most of an hour passed, then it became too much, and I had to say “Enuf’ is definitely enough” and suggested we had a break. Which we did, during which they showed me their work, Rose had it taped, a cracking job, ideal for mums pressy, but Charlotte wasn’t so good, she like me, being only an average artist and a bit distracted anyway!
We decided that the next pose should be with Charlotte and I, together as a keepsake sketch just for her.
Before we got set again, Charlotte winked at me, saying that it was time Rose took off her covers, and to hell with excuses about scars, “Rod is your brother, and I am your friend, we both know the score and we both care”. My sister, red of face, blustered a bit but we were not taking no for an answer so reluctantly she stood turned and slowly slid the gown down from her shoulders.
Her back slowly came into sight, the livid scar ran from neck to the small of her back, but it was a single stripe, tidy if unusual, and really not anywhere nearly as unsightly as she imagined.
We of course reassured her, and with encouragement she lost the dressing gown completely, and I must say her bum was tidier than I expected, and her body a joy overall, a down of tiny fluffy hairs covering her mons.
Here was I now with not one good looking girl, but two, one an apparently keen partner, and the other a little more reluctant, and needing a little reassurance. I suggested we lost the stool and spent a bit of time together on the rug. This we did, though Rose, was a little slower getting ‘down and dirty!’
Charlotte, whispered that “she was a virgin,” which was of course no surprise, so I said “look, both of you, the thing is that there are things we can do that don’t include losing your cherries, but I must say your both very attractive and I want you, but it`s up to each of you individually, it`s your choice how far you go, I won`t push.” Now you might think that I was being chivalrous, but in reality, I was being defensive, I didn’t want to be accused of forcing myself on either of them. Well if you are on a good thing you don’t spoil it do you!
They exchanged glances, then the delightful Charlotte, probably the more forward, said, that “though she didn`t want to get pregnant or take any risk, she had wanted to lose it for ‘ absolute ages’” Rose said nothing just fell to her knees and took my tool into her mouth, adding to my discomfort and getting me oh so close!
I reached for the rubbers, and then realised I had left them on the kitchen table when we did the drying. My heart fell, but Rose bless her, with a smile, stood and fetched a box from her drawer, saying that “she had not left her opportunity to chance!”
Fitted now with some protection, (well done mum!) our lips welded together, and with me revelling in the ministrations of not one but two eager girls., we moved on. Talk about lay back and think of England! it was wonderful! John Thomas stood proud and with the girls arguing over who was going to go first, it was beyond my wildest! I eventually suggested they tossed for it, and not with a hand job, but there was no penny! Eventually I , ‘billy big foot,’ suggested Charlotte as “I can have Rose anytime!” now that sounded good enough to me, but caused a frown on Roses face as I lay waiting for the girl, to straddle me, facing me with a fixed eye contact lowering herself down in a crouch slowly until her soft lips were just touching my tender tool. Charlotte holding Rose`s hand by then and allowing her body to slide steadily and slowly, down my stiffee. It was magic, her face showing every emotion, from joy to pain as my stiff pole got further and further deeper into her body.
Her groan was to me an added bonus, but the yelp as her hymen broke, was enough to have me pumping my seed into her without a single stroke having been taken!
She released my sisters hand, collapsing on me and simply laying still, with old JT still filling the condom in a way that I felt proud of.
I was aware of a camera clicking, it was Rose, capturing the moment for us both. No doubt to use as the fodder for a later sketch.
Realising I was still stiff I began a gentle hip movement and my partners eyes rolled in an appreciative way, her body reacting, by moving and gyrating in the newfound feelings of joy. In a matter of seconds, Charlotte began to climax, breathing hard, her nipples like hard little limpets as they slid back and forth on my chest, her body clasping old JT and her hands squeezing each of my shoulders hard.
We stayed together for a few seconds longer, then she lifted herself off my still stiff tool. My sister gave her some clean, would be paint rags to wipe away the little trickle of blood, and I replaced the used condom, as she sat desperately trying to regain her emotions.
I nearly cried “next!” arrogant prat that I am, but I need not have bothered, my sister was as fast as she could taking , Charlotte`s place, my youthful recovery time stiffening JT once more to his full height. As she mounted him with no hesitation, muttering “it was now or never” as she rammed her body down my shaft in a determined way! She later said it was because she was afraid of the pain and knew if she hesitated she would have chickened out, and she didn’t want to look silly in front of her mate!
The thrust had her giving out a scream of pain, due to the unexpected friction and the breaking of the protective skin, tears forming I could see so I began to hump my hips up and down immediately, seconds past then together we came to the boil, her wriggling on the shaft as we both climaxed, in a spectacular fashion.
It was amazing, as her grip on my arms tightened and we both had a moment of pain, sexual high and emotional turmoil such as neither of us had so far experienced,
After a few seconds she arose, her friend supplying the inevitable rag, and the two girls cuddling one another, soulmates, tears flowing and me, forgotten in the whole emotion of the moment.
Time past, then we mutually decided to dress and wander to the kitchen partly to feed our faces, and partly to regain my strength, two virgins in a day being heavy on sexual energy!
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