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Megan and her family spent the holiday with us. It was
one of the most important and enlightening milestones
of my life, and I will love Megan forever because of
the ineffable joy to which she awakened me that night.
Megan had always been my role model, even though we
only saw one another a couple of times a year - I had
admired and loved her as long as I can remember, partly
because we were both redheads (I hated being "Carrot
Top"), but mostly because she always treated me as
though I were a friend rather than the pesky little
cousin I really was.
They arrived late Wednesday afternoon, and I think I
chattered non-stop to Megan from the instant they
stepped off the airplane. Partly it was because I had
just started at boarding school that fall, and I had a
million interesting (at least to me) stories to relate.
After dinner we went up to my room, which we were
sharing, and continued to talk - by then I was able to
shut up long enough to give Megan a chance to respond.
A lot of our conversation was about the boys I was
dating; Megan was a big sister I could talk to without
worrying about whether she'd tell my parents any
secrets - unlike my real sister. In turn, Megan told me
about her experiences with boys at my age; it made me
feel good to know that she'd conquered the same
insecurities and confusion that seemed to overwhelm me
sometimes.
I even got up my nerve to ask her about "uh, playing
with yourself, uh, you know... down there?" It was a
question which was on my mind a lot. I'd been
masturbating for a long time, but my traditional
upbringing made me ashamed - I blushed and looked away
when I asked her, it was supposed to be something "nice
girls" didn't do.
But dear Megan just laughed and said that it was
perfectly normal, that at her remote girls' school
there weren't many opportunities for dating and
everyone masturbated. "Oh, the week before my period I
get so horny that I'd go crazy, otherwise!" Megan said,
then added with a grin, "But don't EVER use scented
baby oil, it feels like you've been fucked with a giant
jalapeno - for a week!"
Then after a few more words of advice and a few funny
stories (I remember especially her story about doing it
in a piano practice room at school, and having another
girl walk in and catch her with her jeans and panties
around her ankles - there'd been a mix-up in practice
scheduling!) Then the talk turned to other things, like
classes and the true origin and composition of
cafeteria food.
It was such fun that I wasn't aware of the time until
the big grandfather clock downstairs chimed twelve
times. It was midnight, and our energy suddenly drained
away as if a plug had been pulled - we yawned in
unison, then giggled and agreed it was time for bed.
A cold rain was beating on the window, and it felt nice
to snuggle under the soft, warm comforter while I
waited for Megan to come back from the bathroom. In a
moment she came in, turned off the light, and slipped
in on her side of the bed. She smelled nice and fresh,
of shampoo and rose-scented powder.
While Megan was settling in, arranging the covers and
pillow to her liking, I leaned over and kissed her
cheek.
"Good night," I said. "I'm so glad you're here!"
"So am I," she whispered, rolling on her side to face
me. "You've grown up since I saw you last time." Then
somehow her arms were around me, her breasts were
pressed against mine, and she kissed me on the mouth.
I still get a tingling in my pussy when I remember how
soft her lips were that first time. She kissed me a
long time, tenderly, lovingly, gently. I can relive
every instant of that night, the intoxicating minty
aroma of her toothpaste, the heat of her firm breasts,
the slight pressure of her hard nipples against me,
squirming tighter against her as my own nipples tingle
and stiffen, the warm stickiness in my panties,
sensations like, but much stronger, than when I'd spent
an evening necking with a boy.
Her wet tongue began to caress the insides of my lips,
so softly at first that I didn't notice until it
touched mine, electrically, it was so sweet and so
exciting, especially compared to the boys I'd kissed,
that I couldn't have resisted her if I'd wanted to. I
feel her gentle hands caressing me, fondling me,
stripping off my nightie, peeling off my panties; my
pussy felt so swollen, so happy to be unconfined, that
my legs spread spontaneously, my back arched in
u*********s offering or pleading.
Her loving mouth explores my hot flesh inch by
painfully slow inch, sucking, licking, nipping
everywhere but where I burned hottest, her hands led
their own lives, squeezing, touching, probing, until I
thought I would scream or cry or pass out.
I remember my thrill when Megan slipped off her own
gown, how breath taking she was, her firm full breasts
with nipples like cherry candies, how impressed I was
that she wore no panties under her gown, how excitingly
her damp pussy glistened in the soft glow from the
streetlights, how lovely to see that her golden pubic
hair was the exact shade of my own.
My most erotic experience ever was the second or two
when Megan knelt between my thighs, smiled happily, and
whispered, "I love you," and then lowered her head, her
fingers gently parting the wet swollen lips of my
pussy. Her tongue lapped over my cunt in long
tantalizing strokes and then whipped back and forth
over my swollen clit.
Within minutes she brought me to the first devastating
orgasm of the four she gave me that night. And my
second most erotic memory is dawn of Thanksgiving Day,
when for the first time I lay with my head clamped
between Megan's sweaty, trembling thighs, murmuring
over and over, "I love you," and greedily sucking and
lapping her salty twat as she bit a pillow to muffle
her cries of ecstasy.
We still make love together frequently, just the two of
us or with others, and each time is better than the
last and it's been more than 22 years since that first
time.
Maybe because my idol obviously approved of it - I had
many sexual relationships with other women, including
my sister; most of the time they are part of a loving
rapport, but occasionally they are purely physical
indulgences. I have had many male lovers, and
thoroughly enjoy heterosexual activities of all kinds.
I've never had an experience with any man as profound
and moving as I have with other women. And no one to
match Megan.
one of the most important and enlightening milestones
of my life, and I will love Megan forever because of
the ineffable joy to which she awakened me that night.
Megan had always been my role model, even though we
only saw one another a couple of times a year - I had
admired and loved her as long as I can remember, partly
because we were both redheads (I hated being "Carrot
Top"), but mostly because she always treated me as
though I were a friend rather than the pesky little
cousin I really was.
They arrived late Wednesday afternoon, and I think I
chattered non-stop to Megan from the instant they
stepped off the airplane. Partly it was because I had
just started at boarding school that fall, and I had a
million interesting (at least to me) stories to relate.
After dinner we went up to my room, which we were
sharing, and continued to talk - by then I was able to
shut up long enough to give Megan a chance to respond.
A lot of our conversation was about the boys I was
dating; Megan was a big sister I could talk to without
worrying about whether she'd tell my parents any
secrets - unlike my real sister. In turn, Megan told me
about her experiences with boys at my age; it made me
feel good to know that she'd conquered the same
insecurities and confusion that seemed to overwhelm me
sometimes.
I even got up my nerve to ask her about "uh, playing
with yourself, uh, you know... down there?" It was a
question which was on my mind a lot. I'd been
masturbating for a long time, but my traditional
upbringing made me ashamed - I blushed and looked away
when I asked her, it was supposed to be something "nice
girls" didn't do.
But dear Megan just laughed and said that it was
perfectly normal, that at her remote girls' school
there weren't many opportunities for dating and
everyone masturbated. "Oh, the week before my period I
get so horny that I'd go crazy, otherwise!" Megan said,
then added with a grin, "But don't EVER use scented
baby oil, it feels like you've been fucked with a giant
jalapeno - for a week!"
Then after a few more words of advice and a few funny
stories (I remember especially her story about doing it
in a piano practice room at school, and having another
girl walk in and catch her with her jeans and panties
around her ankles - there'd been a mix-up in practice
scheduling!) Then the talk turned to other things, like
classes and the true origin and composition of
cafeteria food.
It was such fun that I wasn't aware of the time until
the big grandfather clock downstairs chimed twelve
times. It was midnight, and our energy suddenly drained
away as if a plug had been pulled - we yawned in
unison, then giggled and agreed it was time for bed.
A cold rain was beating on the window, and it felt nice
to snuggle under the soft, warm comforter while I
waited for Megan to come back from the bathroom. In a
moment she came in, turned off the light, and slipped
in on her side of the bed. She smelled nice and fresh,
of shampoo and rose-scented powder.
While Megan was settling in, arranging the covers and
pillow to her liking, I leaned over and kissed her
cheek.
"Good night," I said. "I'm so glad you're here!"
"So am I," she whispered, rolling on her side to face
me. "You've grown up since I saw you last time." Then
somehow her arms were around me, her breasts were
pressed against mine, and she kissed me on the mouth.
I still get a tingling in my pussy when I remember how
soft her lips were that first time. She kissed me a
long time, tenderly, lovingly, gently. I can relive
every instant of that night, the intoxicating minty
aroma of her toothpaste, the heat of her firm breasts,
the slight pressure of her hard nipples against me,
squirming tighter against her as my own nipples tingle
and stiffen, the warm stickiness in my panties,
sensations like, but much stronger, than when I'd spent
an evening necking with a boy.
Her wet tongue began to caress the insides of my lips,
so softly at first that I didn't notice until it
touched mine, electrically, it was so sweet and so
exciting, especially compared to the boys I'd kissed,
that I couldn't have resisted her if I'd wanted to. I
feel her gentle hands caressing me, fondling me,
stripping off my nightie, peeling off my panties; my
pussy felt so swollen, so happy to be unconfined, that
my legs spread spontaneously, my back arched in
u*********s offering or pleading.
Her loving mouth explores my hot flesh inch by
painfully slow inch, sucking, licking, nipping
everywhere but where I burned hottest, her hands led
their own lives, squeezing, touching, probing, until I
thought I would scream or cry or pass out.
I remember my thrill when Megan slipped off her own
gown, how breath taking she was, her firm full breasts
with nipples like cherry candies, how impressed I was
that she wore no panties under her gown, how excitingly
her damp pussy glistened in the soft glow from the
streetlights, how lovely to see that her golden pubic
hair was the exact shade of my own.
My most erotic experience ever was the second or two
when Megan knelt between my thighs, smiled happily, and
whispered, "I love you," and then lowered her head, her
fingers gently parting the wet swollen lips of my
pussy. Her tongue lapped over my cunt in long
tantalizing strokes and then whipped back and forth
over my swollen clit.
Within minutes she brought me to the first devastating
orgasm of the four she gave me that night. And my
second most erotic memory is dawn of Thanksgiving Day,
when for the first time I lay with my head clamped
between Megan's sweaty, trembling thighs, murmuring
over and over, "I love you," and greedily sucking and
lapping her salty twat as she bit a pillow to muffle
her cries of ecstasy.
We still make love together frequently, just the two of
us or with others, and each time is better than the
last and it's been more than 22 years since that first
time.
Maybe because my idol obviously approved of it - I had
many sexual relationships with other women, including
my sister; most of the time they are part of a loving
rapport, but occasionally they are purely physical
indulgences. I have had many male lovers, and
thoroughly enjoy heterosexual activities of all kinds.
I've never had an experience with any man as profound
and moving as I have with other women. And no one to
match Megan.
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