Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 3 free porn video

Introduction:
The third chapter in a very long series
This explains so much. "So just to be clear, all of the porn you've watched is like this."

"This is the only porn I watch."

"What do you mean the only porn you watch?"

"Like, this is the only porn I watch."

"What, like this genre?"

"No, this movie."

"This...movie. Just this movie."

"Yes."

"...How many times have you watched it?"

"...Twice." Holy fuck.

I rested the bridge of my nose in between my thumb and forefinger. Oh my God this explains so much.

"So where..." Where do I even begin? "Where did you learn all the sex stuff?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like..." I can't believe what I'm watching. "You can't fucking see anything here! You obviously didn't learn the explicit stuff from this movie."

"Oh..."

Jesus Christ I can't wait to hear this.

"...Sex ed," Cammi said.

Aaaaand there it is. ...Wait a sec.

"Wait I thought...doesn't the sex ed seminar roll around like after Christmas?"

"Maybe they changed it this year, 'cause we got taught on the third day of school. By the nurse and everything."

That's fucking weird. You plucked a bunch of k**s fresh out of elementary school and they're all nervous and shit 'cause it's their first week of class and then you jump right on into sex ed? Whatever. This just explains so fucking much. "Masturbate". "Ejaculate". 'Oh sorry Jordan I had no idea touching your penis would feel good, I thought the only thing that could make you orgasm was a vagina or your own hand! Jordan what's a handjob? And a blowjob?' Meanwhile she didn't flinch at the sight of a condom on my dick or how slimy and gross the lube makes it because she probably learned to put one on a cucumber or something. And that's where she learned to pop her hymen and...wait.

"Cammi you said sex ed was just last week right?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay this is a little uncomfortable for me to talk about and I hate to ask but...I thought you said you popped your hymen two weeks ago."

"I did. I didn't bleed last night, did I?" Cammi replied.

"Right but, where did you learn to do that if sex ed was just Friday?" I mean I guess Mom could've told Cammi when she taught her about her periods, probably last year or something, but if she told her about her hymen she should've taught her about sex too. And Cammi is clearly ignorant so...

"I didn't learn to do it, it just happened. I used a tampon and it just...broke. It really hurt," Cammi said.

"But, you said you did it on purpose," I pressed.

"Oh. Yeah I lied about that," Cammi said nonchalantly. A brief memory popped into my head of Cammi screaming for Mom from her room out of nowhere the week before school started. When I asked my mom about it later she said it was nothing in a very unconvincing way. I guess I got my crappy lying skills from her.

"But...why?" I asked. Cammi turned away from me for a few seconds as she thought about her answer. I sneaked a quick stare at her tiny bare breasts as she was looking away. In the moment I had almost forgotten how erotic this started out, but now I could feel blood rushing back down to my member. When she turned back to face me she was still looking at the wall with a slightly irritable look on her face.

"Because if I didn't you would've been all, 'I don't believe you,' or, 'ohmygod are you hurt, are you sure about this?'" Cammi responded.

"What? And I don't sound like that."

"Jord you only had sex with me last night because you flipped a coin. I was like begging you to fuck me. I came on super hard and everything...and you still hesitated 'cause I'm still a baby to you or something. Like I'm a soufflé or a butterfly wing and if you don't handle me with urgent care I'm going to break. I'm not a little girl, Jordan."

Well, at least my theory about her wanting to seem more grown up was right. Oh Cammi, you really are adorable. And also, really clueless.

"Okay," I said, "fair enough. But you're still clueless."

"What?" Cammi asked sharply.

"I mean, about sex stuff," I explained. "Even for someone who went through sex ed I'm pretty sure most girls your age know more about sex than you do."

"Well if I asked the nurse more questions in sex ed everyone would've thought, 'why is she so interested in sex-'"

"I don't mean from sex ed. I mean like...like you just learn things, you know? People talk about kinky stuff, hormones are going crazy so you look things up on the internet..."

"My porn is playing on your computer, right now."

"Oh yeah thanks for reminding me, this..." I looked at the disaster still playing on my monitor like I just wanted my brain to check out. There were so many things wrong I didn't know where to begin. "...This...I don't know what this is, but it is not. Porn."

"How is that not porn?" Cammi asked, totally incredulous.

"It's..." Words could not describe my thoughts. "It's awful."

The so-called "porn" Cammi had the misfortune of watching was some extra-softcore made-for-TV piece of shit movie that by the looks of it was made in the early 90's. Maybe even the 80's. Whatever the case, it was definitely from before I was born. The blonde in the travesty of a sex scene that was currently playing had nice tits but getting turned on was impossible for me because her hair looked like a cross between a redneck mullet and a shag carpet. She was supposedly riding the guy whose greasy face was in the background but I couldn't tell for sure because the bottom of the shot stopped at just under the woman's belly button. For all I knew both actors were still wearing their underwear. For all I knew the woman was bouncing on a yoga ball and this was the most half-assed, pathetic pantomime of a sex scene known to mankind. And this scene had already been going on for almost three minutes. No cuts, no camera angle changes, no close ups to make sure that anything even remotely resembling fornication was actually taking place. They just planted a topless blonde woman who couldn't afford conditioner in front of a camera on a tripod and told her to moan while some sweaty fuck with a fake tan made boner-killing faces behind her.

"You're telling me you actually watched this shit twice?"

"Yeah, what's so bad about it?"

"It's..." I couldn't take it anymore. "Here let me show you some real porn." I closed the tab just as the woman's "sexy" moans began to sound like someone taking a constipated shit and started searching up one of my favorite porn videos.

"Okay, Jord," Cammi said sheepishly, "don't be mad, but I've been on your computer and seen your porn comics so please don't show me drawn little girls taking it until they cry. I saw those already and they really creeped me out-"

"Okay, um..." I trailed off as I felt the heat of embarrassment well up around my neck. "Thank you for your honesty. Please don't stalk my shit on my computer again. And I'm not going to show you hentai. I'm going to show you real live porn, with real live people. Sex done right, unlike your ancient softcore movie."

"Okay," Cammi said as she stood up from my bed and walked over to my desk. She planted her hands at the edge of my desk to support herself and leaned in to watch me try to find the video I was looking for. I glanced over to the corner of my eye to see how her arms were pushing her budding tits together and making her tiny cleavage even more tantalizing.

"Having trouble concentrating?" she asked. I diverted my gaze to her eyes to see they were already on mine.

"Nope," I said quickly, and turned back to the monitor to continue my search. In less than a minute I had found it, a very popular video with a famous pornstar that I knew for a fact showcased fellatio, cunnilingus, various sex positions, and a money shot. "Money shot!" I exclaimed out of nowhere.

"What?" Cammi said.

"You asked what it's called when you cum on someone. I just remembered, it's called a money shot. Usually on the face," I said with far too much glee.

"That's...great."

I cleared my throat. "Ahem, anyway, here." I played the video and it opened with one of those corny, horribly acted scenes where the slutty girl in a huge house has some big burly guy come over for who knows what reason and ends up taking off his pants. What was the scenario here again? Right, plumber.

"Wow," Cammi said sarcastically, "this is so much better. I'm so glad you showed me your real porn." She looked upwards and made a stupid voice on "real porn."

"Oh, yeah, um, amateur porn is way better than pornstar porn, but this one's really good. And more importantly, it'll show you a bunch of things you should know," So we can do them. "Let's just skip this crap..." I skipped forward to the part where the pornstar and the "plumber" were just about to get it on. She undid his belt and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock-

"Holy," Cammi said quietly as she leaned in closer to the screen, "do all guys get that big?"

"Really rarely. They usually pick big muscly guys with huge dicks to be male pornstars."

"...It's so big," Cammi continued. She was frowning trying to comprehend how a dick could get to that size. The caveman in me didn't like that.

"How can you tell?" I asked stupidly. "It's not like you have a wide range of reference with dicks," I continued for no good reason.

"Well I know his is way bigger than yours," she said flatly. Dagger in the heart.

"Yeah? Well her tits are way bigger than yours too, so..." I retorted sourly.

"Ohhh," Cammi said with mock puppy-dog eyes like she was talking to a toddler, "did I hit a nerve?"

I met her coddling gaze with unentertained eyes as I discreetly moved my left hand off the armrest and behind her back. I pinched her soft ass and she did a little hop and slapped my arm away. We both chuckled and smiled and turned our attentions back to the video.

We didn't say another word to each other for the rest of the video. For the next half hour she just watched intently, as I watched her just as closely. I was hoping her reactions would be more on the side of excitement and horniness, but unfortunately they were more of concern and disgust. Her brow furrowed when the pornstar played with the guy's dick and when they were actually having sex. She looked unsettled when the pornstar was sucking his dick and when he blew his load all over her face and mouth. Damn, that's what I was hoping for most. The only parts where she looked even mildly interested were when the pornstar enticed the guy by slowly taking off her clothes, which even then was too quick to really be called a striptease, and when he was eating her out. Still, she didn't look turned on so much as like she was taking mental notes. When the video was over I stood up and casually walked behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as my fresh erection rubbed up against her lower back. I put my lips to her neck and gave her a light kiss. She didn't give off a physical response that I noticed but then again I had no idea what I was doing. It just felt natural and erotic in an almost romantic way.

"So," I said with forced nonchalance, "what did you think?"

She turned her head in an attempt to look at me but we couldn't lock eyes from where I was standing right behind her. "I think that was really weird. And fake. Is sex really supposed to be like that?"

The smoothness and lowness of my voice was gone as I awkwardly replied, "Uh, no. It's really scripted, obviously. Professional porn is always like, the seduction, and then the blowjob, and then the sex, and then the money shot like it's routine or something. Real sex is just like, go with the flow, and it's not always the girl servicing the guy. That's why amateur porn is so much better. You can tell the pleasure is real and not pretend. It's way hotter. And unlike the pornstars they don't sound like donkeys hawing."

"Oh thank God," Cammi said, "I was scared I sounded like that last night."

"Yeah no, if you sounded like that Mom and Dad would've woken up and we'd be dead right now," I said half-jokingly. "I guess since it was your first time you were super tight so it looked like I was torturing you, but when you were cumming you were screaming into Reggie." I was referring to her stuffed bunny.

"What?" Cammi said as she walked out of my hug and turned to me. "Girls don't cum."

I thought for a moment she might be joking but we stared at each other until I believe she was dead serious. Then I understood.

"No no cum doesn't mean ejaculate. I mean it does but that's 'cause guys ejaculate when they have an orgasm. Cum just means orgasm. When you were orgasming you were screaming into Reggie."

"Oh," Cammi said shyly, "...I can never look at him the same way again."

I laughed heartily and realized that at that moment, I was completely at ease. I had always been shy about my body even if it looks pretty good if I do say so myself, always hiding myself when I changed into and out of my trunks in swimming pool change rooms, never using the showers in the school locker room...even on my own in my locked room, unless I was beating off I didn't like to be completely nude. And although I would never have sex any other way, Cammi and I hadn't gone to any base on the diamond in almost an hour but we were naked around each other the whole time. You know, we got here because of lust, but this isn't so bad either. Maybe it would look weird if someone saw us like this but just being brother and sister is nice too.

"Hey, Jordan?"

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"Yeah?" I said a little too eagerly.

"Can I ask you..."

"Yes?"

Cammi took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. "Ohmygodthisissoembarrassing,"she muttered under her breath.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Can you...teach me how to masturbate?"

"Sure!" I exclaimed excitedly as I effortlessly lifted her tiny frame and threw her onto the bed. I furiously shoved my index and middle finger in and out of her pussy as quickly and fiercely as possible as her chest and face quickly turned blush red. She started letting out ragged gasps and in less than half a minute I had her moaning like an a****l as a mindblowing orgasm rocked her from head to toe. She quivered harshly and I felt her pussy walls squeeze my fingers as they let out a wave of wetness that moistened my whole hand. She made soft unintelligible noises as she pulled at my hand and indicated she wanted to be fucked. "But what about the condom?" I asked insincerely and she shook her head violently and insisted that I fuck her like an a****l until the sun came up so I spread her legs and plunged the whole length of my shaft into her velvety pussy in one go so she screamed and came again and I started pumping in and out of her as fast as I could-

"Jord are you...drooling?"

And SNAP back to reality.

"Sorry I...gotta drink something," I said stiffly. "Kinda dehydrated."

"...Uh huh."

"I'll do that later. You uh, want me to show you how to masturbate?"

"Yeah. I've tried and it...doesn't work? It kinda felt good a couple times but I don't think I had an orgasm."

"Okay, if you don't think you had an orgasm you didn't have an orgasm. I'm not a girl but if your orgasms are anything like mine an orgasm is like love: it's hard to explain but you'll know when you've felt it." What a fucking awful comparison, don't teach her that!

"Yeah I had one last night when we had sex. So yeah I've never had an orgasm masturbating." Oh yeah I made her cum last night. +5 manstud points.

"I'm not sure I'm the most qualified person to ask," I said tentatively. "Why didn't you ask the nurse in sex ed?"

"Probably the same reason no one else did," she answered. Oh yeah, the other girls in her class would never let her hear the end of it. "Hey Camille, did you masturbate just now in the washroom? Slut." Even in private schools, teenagers are little shits. And I'm saying that as a teenager myself. "I know you're a guy," Cammi continued, "but can you try?"

FUCK YEAH I CAN! "If you really want me to," I sighed, like this was a total drag. Wait, aren't I really bad at acting?

"Oh I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to," Cammi said cheekily, "it's okay I'll just go back to my room and try it again by myself." She walked over to her discarded pyjamas and picked up her top before I grabbed her hand and gave her that semi-romantic hug from behind again, complete with my raging boner pressing into her back again. Again, I couldn't see her face, but I could sense her smiling.

"Ooookay, okay," I said with a tone that said "you got me", "just get on the bed, and lie on your back."

Cammi happily skipped to my bed and jumped onto it, turning midair to face me. I felt my mouth dry up as I saw her small breasts bounce as she did. She lay on her back and patiently waited for my next move. I walked over to the side of my bed and took in the vision of pure beauty before me. Aphrodite in the flesh. If Aphrodite was a p*****n little minx. I just couldn't get over how picture perfect my little sister was. I eyed her slender body like a starving man looking at a 10-course meal before I reminded myself what I was supposed to do. Somehow I was supposed to teach her how to masturbate, because clearly if she hasn't figured it out for herself already I must have the answers somewhere in my perverse mind.

Come on dude, she already got you off tonight. It's time to return the favour. And if you actually teach her right, it'll be a favour that keeps on giving. Like the saying goes, give a man a fish, and he won't go hungry. Give a man a fishing pole, and he...he'll...he also won't get hungry I don't know how the fucking saying goes let's just get her to cum.

"Okay uh, I know you said this tickles, but just trust me, okay?" I sat down beside Cammi on the bed and slowly and sensually reached for her breast when she recoiled slightly.

"Wait, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm...gonna get you to cum?" I said blankly. DId I do something wrong? Why won't you let me make you cum?

"But masturbating is doing it by yourself, isn't it?"

"Well yeah but...so you just want me to not do anything? Like just sit back and tell you how to touch yourself?"

"Well it's not masturbating if I don't do it myself, right?" she said. I could already feel my erection softening.

What a buzzkill. I dropped my head and did a short walk of shame back to my computer chair, and gracelessly plopped myself in it. I slowly slid my chair over in front of the bed, head still hanging.

"You're such a baby," Cammi laughed. "You can grope me and fuck me whenever, I just wanna learn to masturbate because I can't make myself cum. Is that so bad?"

"No," I sniffled. I could practically hear Cammi roll her eyes.

Once I positioned my chair at the foot of the bed I realized how awkward the situation was. I fingered Cammi yesterday and she said it didn't do anything, and she obviously tried masturbating before at least a few times and couldn't get herself to orgasm. How was I supposed to fix that? I've never had a vagina I don't know what feels good or not. If she has a G-spot I sure as hell didn't find it last night.

"'Kay so what did the nurse tell you about masturbating?" I asked.

"She said that it's when you stimulate yourself to orgasm. So for boys you guys stroke your penises? And for girls we touch ourselves down there."

"Down there?"

"Vaginas. You know what I mean."

"Yeah but why 'down there'?"

"I just don't like saying it."

"What, 'vagina'? I taught you way worse stuff today. I've heard you use more dirty language today than the rest of your life combined. Why is 'vagina' stopping you?"

"I don't know," Cammi huffed, "is that really important right now?"

"I guess not," I replied. "Um...so how have you tried masturbating?"

"I like touch myself and like...rub myself? I tried sticking a finger inside and it doesn't feel that good."

"I mean, can you show me?" I interrupted.

Cammi lay back down and bent her knees with her feet flat on the edge of my bed. She very delicately touched her snatch with a hand in motions that clearly showed she had no idea what she was doing. She moved excruciatingly slowly and hesitantly, as if too much contact would have burned her hand. She did this sad display for not even half a minute before she suddenly closed her legs and dropped her hand back at her side.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked. "Is that it?"

"No I just...it feels so weird," Cammi said.

"How did it feel weird?"

"No I mean, you watching me feels super weird."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "Cammi we've been naked around each other for like an hour. We had sex last night! How is this weird?"

"It just is." Cammi said shyly. She was too cute at the moment but still didn't make any sense.

"So...what then?"

"I'm okay I'll keep going just...give me a sec."

Cammi took a couple of breaths and got back to it, a little more active this time. She stuck her middle finger in her pussy and slid it in and out. It looked sensual enough, and a lot like in porn, but she didn't look too aroused by it. She rubbed her entrance with all of her fingers in different rhythms. She tried the same thing curled up in the fetal position on her side, and lying flat on her stomach with legs splayed out. It was bizarre seeing a scene that should have been so hot and erotic be so dull. In porn the girls were always moaning like crazy, but I was pretty sure they were full of shit. Cammi didn't seem to be getting any pleasure out of this, so I wasn't either. Even with a ripe, petite 13 year old attempting to masturbate right in front of me, I was falling asleep. After what felt like years of bland pussy rubbing, Cammi slumped on the bed and groaned in exasperation.

"Yeah it's not doing anything," Cammi complained.

"Didn't look like it," I agreed groggily.

"So, you're supposed to teach me, right? What am I doing wrong?"

I had no idea. I really didn't. "Uh...what did you feel when you were doing that?"

"Nothing."

"Specifically," I insisted.

"I felt like I was rubbing my vagina and sticking my finger in it," Cammi said flatly.

"Okay, now I'm starting to feel weird about 'vagina'. Just say 'pussy', unless it feels dirtier. But you didn't feel turned on? Didn't feel hot or excited? Heart didn't beat faster?"

"No, and I felt all of that when we were fucking last night. You know, after it stopped hurting," Cammi said sheepishly.

Hm. "So when do you feel like masturbating?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, when do you masturbate? How often do you try? What makes you feel like trying?"

"I don't know, I tried for the first time the night of sex ed. Nothing. And then again on Sunday I think? And last night before I came to your room."

Before she came to my room? "So you're kinda turned on already before you try, right? Like something gets you in the mood, arouses you."

"I guess."

"You should be thinking about that while you masturbate. If the mood's not there, touching yourself is just touching yourself. Being turned on and horny is what makes it masturbating, otherwise you'd have an orgasm every time you washed yourself in the shower. Just...close your eyes and think about things that turn you on. You need that mental stimulation."

"Don't you watch porn when you jack off?"

Of course! Why did I think girls could just shlick over nothing? They must need porn or something else to masturbate too! But then...

"Yeah but you didn't look too excited from what I showed you. There should be other things that turn you on more, like whatever got you in the mood in the first place."

"What gets you in the mood?" Cammi asked.

"Like, everything," I said half-jokingly. Cammi raised her eyebrows so I explained further. "Okay you know how everyone's starting to say that guys around my age only think about one thing?"

"Yeah."

"So stereotypes are bad, but it's totally true. Like, for me, for guys, we need to have an orgasm every few days or the horniness builds up. So for example, the first day after an orgasm we don't think about sex that much, but by the third day I like really need to jack off. I'll think about sex from anything. Any remotely good-looking female, being naked in the shower, and we'll think about sex even completely out of nowhere. Is that what it's like for you?"

"No, I don't think about sex that much. Especially since I didn't really know what it was gonna be like until last night. I just have something that kind of turns me on."

"What is it?"

Cammi pursed her lips ever so slightly and looked down at the bed. I felt a hint of a blush spread on my cheeks. Me? I decided to break the awkward silence before it got messy and weird and pretend I didn't just think what I thought.

"Well whatever it is, you should be thinking of that when you masturbate. Why don't you try again?"

Cammi shot me a quick glance that gave nothing away and lay back down again. Even though this was her time to get excited and horny I felt myself waking up. Does my sister really have the hots for me? That would be so cool. Just as long as not romantic hots. That would be fucked up. But if she really saw me that way, we could do it basically whenever I wanted. Or we wanted. If she wanted me like she said last night she'd always be up for it just as much as me. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts and hopes for the future that I didn't notice Cammi moving more sensually than before. She was writhing very slowly and her hand movements looked more rhythmic and natural. I started to hear her softly exhale through her mouth and I felt my dick stand at attention again, although it was still aching from being aroused after having just had an orgasm. She looked like she was gaining momentum but it seemed to not go anywhere and she tried the same positions as before before slumping again.

"Urghhh!" Cammi exclaimed in frustration.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked.

"I can't do it," she replied.

"Why not?"

"I don't know!" she exclaimed back. She was talking a little too loudly so I put a finger to my mouth. She understood and continued more softly, "Like it was starting to feel good, but I just...It's like you know when a graph keeps going up but then it goes flat...?"

"You plateaued."

"Plateaued. I was so close, I could feel it, but I couldn't get myself to orgasm," she said despondently.

"That sucks," I said flatly. I didn't know what else to say. I didn't know what else to do either. Hey maybe this isn't such a bad thing. If she can't get herself off she'll HAVE to come to you every time she gets horny. Hey I'm not that much of an asshole. I'm not gonna teach her how to masturbate wrong to take advantage of her.

"How do you get yourself to cum?" Cammi asked.

"I just stroke myself until I cum. It really is that simple. You interrupted me last night. And you did it to me just now."

"But you were still wearing your boxers last night."

"So?" I asked. What does that have to do with anything?

"Can you show me?"

What? "I don't think watching me masturbate is going to help you figure out how to masturbate. And you did it to me yourself just now."

"So what? Your dick is already hard."

"Still, why?"

"Just humor me?" Cammi pleaded.

I looked at her with my "if you insist" face and started half-assedly stroking my erect penis. I didn't really feel much so I remembered my own advice and thought of things that got me aroused. Conveniently, one was sitting stark naked right in front of me watching me, so I looked back at her and stroked myself a little more firmly and thiiiiiis isssssss...

"Okay I get what you were saying about it being weird being watched masturbating," I muttered.

"Hey I showed you mine so you show me yours," Cammi retorted. She seemed to be enjoying herself more than me.

I bit my tongue and kept going. It felt like I was on display in a spotlight. I couldn't explain why, but I felt awkward and uncomfortable just being watched as I attempted to stroke myself to climax. It made no sense. I had already cum inside this girl. We had already been around each other totally nude for over an hour before this point. And yet, my discomfort persisted. Although I could have just as easily eyed the object of my lust and affection sitting on my bed watching me, I closed my eyes and thought of her instead. I thought about her growing breasts and how they were already nicely curved instead of pointy and flat. I thought about her cute smile and pretty face. I thought about her flat belly and slender waist. I thought about her tight pussy and how cumming inside it the night before was the greatest, most basic-instinct feeling of pure a****listic lust ever. Although my dick still ached I could feel myself getting closer to climax again, and my lust and horniness overrode my shyness from just a minute ago. I opened my eyes and looked at my little sister, still watching me intently from my bed. I stared at her tiny rack. Fuck imagining this, seeing her bare tits is a hundred times better. I looked her in the eyes as she looked into mine for just a few seconds before I stretched to reach the tissue box on my desk. I pulled one out and quickly wrapped it around my dick in a technique I learned purely from way too much experience. I started breathing heavier and looked Cammi straight in the eyes as I climaxed, still stroking myself as much as possible before I just couldn't anymore. I gripped my dick through the tissue tightly to make sure none of the semen spilled out, although my orgasm was much weaker than the one Cammi just gave me since hers took all the juice out of me. I closed my eyes for just a bit before reopening them to clean myself up. I yanked out a couple more tissues and made sure all my sperm was caught and my dick was clean before looking up and seeing that Cammi was already touching herself and writhing slowly again.

I balled up the tissue and threw it on my desk as I watched Cammi intently. She was rubbing herself a little more roughly, and was writhing a little more quickly. I had just cum seconds ago so getting an erection was impossible, but apparently my penis didn't get the memo. It stiffened again, and as my erection got more and more pronounced I felt a real dick ache. The one I had just moments ago was nothing compared to this. Not only was my penis itself sore, but I felt a very prominent ache in my pelvis too. Like a stomach ache, only lower and a bit deeper. Regardless, my erection was not going anywhere as long as this sight stood before me. Or lay before me. With her finger up her pussy.

Again, Cammi went through the same routine before her breath got ragged, and not from pleasure but frustration. A sudden image of a super-buff me in a Superman costume with a symbol of a penis on the chest instead of a big S popped into my head, and I took charge of the situation.

"Lay on your back again," I ordered. Cammi spun around so she was laying on her back again and kept going, and I stood up and quickly strode over to her. I knelt down at the food of her bed to put my head in between her thighs.

Cammi looked down at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

Like the hero I was I proudly said, "If you can't make yourself cum, then I'll do it for you." Dude, what the fuck.

If I thought any longer on how horrible and cheesy what I just said was I would've killed myself so I just buried my face in Cammi's pussy and went to town. I plunged my tongue as deeply as possible into her pussy and it tasted...surprisingly like nothing. Honestly, nothing at all. I didn't expect that but it was better than tasting something weird or foul so I happily continued. I had never performed cunnilingus before but with no bad taste it was easier than I had imagined, so I vigorously ate her out like no tomorrow. I had no idea what I was doing but Cammi was actually starting to moan softly and arch her back so it seemed it was working. I suddenly remembered something I had read in many of my doujins and reached my arm around one of Cammi's legs and stretched the top of her labia with my fingers. Then I stopped.

"What's wrong?" Cammi asked breathily.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?" Cammi asked frantically.

"The clitoris!" In all of the doujins I read that were explicit and decensored or not very censored they always showed the clitoris and how it makes girls go crazy. And it was always super obvious and easy to find. It was just this nub at the top of the labia and it's not fucking here! Where the fuck is it?!

"What the fuck's a clitoris?!" Cammi exclaimed. I could feel her frustration mounting. We were just getting somewhere and here I was ruining the momentum again asking about some random shit. I didn't care. This mystery had to be solved.

"How did they not teach you about the clitoris in sex ed? Even I learned about it! It's supposed to be this nub right...here..." I said as I gently moved my other hand to the top of her labia and rubbed it. Cammi inhaled sharply and blinked repeatedly.

"What was that?" she asked excitedly. I didn't respond. I just massaged the spot again and Cammi started breathing even more ragged and heavily. The clitoris is invisible then? Whatever, who cares. I kept massaging her clit I couldn't see and went back to eating her out vigorously. She slammed her head back down and I felt her legs slowly and erotically writhing by my ears. Something else occurred to me that I couldn't believe I forgot.

"Play with your breasts," I said. Cammi's eyes were closed and her face upturned so I wasn't sure if she heard me through the pleasure she was feeling. "Play with your breasts," I repeated.

"I'm not gonna play with my breasts, they tickle," Cammi whispered.

I gave Cammi's pussy a few quick licks before facing up again and asking, "Even when you're touching them?"

"Yes," she sighed.

"Well I'll do that for you too, then." With the hand that wasn't massaging her clit I reached up and grabbed Cammi's breast and she arched her back even more violently. Just like every other time she grabbed my hand with hers tightly, not sure whether to press it deeper to her chest or pull it off. I thumbed her nipple and she squealed loudly before covering her mouth with her other hand. She tried to pry my hand off of her budding tit but I wouldn't let her this time. I kept playing with her breast, massaging her clit, and eating her out at the same time effortlessly, like I was born to do this, as her gyrations gradually got quicker and stronger. I pinched her nipple with my one hand and she cried into her cupped hand so loudly I was afraid it might wake our parents up. I didn't care. I kept going with even more gusto until she arched her back deeply and screamed into her hand. I felt her body wiggle and then vibrate steadily before her pussy walls started pressing on my tongue. I could literally taste my little sister's orgasm. Even after she dropped back down to the bed I kept tonguing, massaging, and thumbing her until she stopped responding.

I looked up at Cammi and saw her in probably her hottest form yet: a hot, blushing, post-orgasm mess. Her whole face was red like a tomato, as were the tops of her breasts and all of her chest above that. Her eyes were closed in bliss and her hair was slightly frazzled. She was sweating and limp and breathing heavily. My work here is done.

I stood up triumphantly with the widest smile on my face. I almost wanted to ask her how it was but I didn't want to ruin her afterglow. Sometimes the comedown is just as good as the cum. I picked up the cum tissues from my desk and walked over to my washroom. I inspected my tongue in the mirror and saw it looked completely normal. Duh. Did you thinking eating her out would turn your tongue green or something? My nose was glistening with Cammi's pussy juice though, so I wiped it with some toilet paper, and threw it and the tissues in the toilet and flushed. I always did this instead of throwing them in the garbage. I walked back out and saw Cammi hadn't moved, so I sat down on the bed beside her and thought about what had just happened. What an awesome night. First I came all over Cammi, then I taught her a bunch of sex stuff, then I kind of taught her how to masturbate, and then jacked myself off, and then I ate pussy for the first time AND gave her a sick orgasm despite not knowing what the fuck I was doing.

I suddenly felt something on my hand and saw it was Cammi's hand. I looked back at her face and although her eyes were still closed she was now wearing a big open-mouthed smile.

"That...was awesome," Cammi sighed.

"I agree," I said bashfully.

"We're doing that again," Cammi laughed. "A lot."

"Hell yeah," I said.

This was going to be awesome.