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Subject: {ASSM} HomeComing  - by Petelargo-(m/f, inc, mast)
Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 23:10:02 -0400
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   HomeComing - By Petelargo-(m/f, inc, mast)

   Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same
sex. If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or
location, or is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download
this story, or delete it immediately if you already have.  Otherwise,
enjoy.



   This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual relationships I
ve ever had; no one since has made me come harder, or longer, than my
sister.  1.

   It began in the early summer of my sixteenth year.  My parents had
separated three years previously, and my sister had moved away with my mom
to the west coast, while I stayed with my dad.  I guess there was a lot of
bad feeling between my folks, because for that three years, I didn t see
either my mom or Cathy at all; I got to speak with them on the phone over
holidays and such, but that was it.

   Eventually, there was a thawing in the iciness that had prevailed
between my parents, and a prisoner exchange of sorts was arranged; my
sister would come to stay with us for a month over the summer, and then I
would go and visit them likewise for a month.  I was eager to have this
happen; I missed both my mom and Cathy terribly, although in actuality they
had been out of my life for so long that they had both become just a sort
of sentimental memory to me.

   Then, toward the end of June, the big day finally came, and my sister
Cathy arrived at our house.  My dad picked her up at the airport, and,
after getting her settled in the house, said to us, I guess you two kids
have a lot of catching up to do- why don t you go visit, and we ll all meet
for dinner at 6 .

   I felt a little awkward around her; she had been only eleven when last I
had seen her, a little girl in pig tails, and she had grown a lot since
then- not only in size, but she had started to develop into a woman
precociously.  She had a pretty face, framed by long, wavy brown hair, and
a cute figure, with a developing bust and nice waist.  She had also grown
into a self-posessed, intelligent person, not just the childish little girl
I used to tease and ignore; she felt to me like a stranger, and I didn t
know how to behave toward her.

   We went into the back yard and sat on the bench under our willow tree.
Our house was an old house in the upper New York state countryside, and the
back yard overlooked a small pond.  As we talked, I felt that she was as
unsure of things as I felt, being back here after so long among people she
really didn t know well anymore; and so we shared our memories and told
each other of our current lives shyly, with a certain delicacy.  But over
the few hours before dinner, we quickly found our footing with each other,
warming up and relaxing in each other s company as we opened our lives to
each other.  I felt that she had really turned out to be a great person,
and I found myself feeling very close and open with her, as if she was my
twin, and not just my little sister.  We found agreement about all sorts of
things, sharing many of the same attitudes towards the facets of our
worlds. By the time dinner rolled around, we were fast friends.

   We had a family dinner with my dad; he was obviously glad to have her
there, but he seemed a little distant and stiff, warming up only a little
as we spent the evening visiting and watching tv.  After a few hours,
agreeing that we were all tired, we turned in for the night.  It felt funny
to have another presence in the house, and a feminine one at that; she was
staying in her old room, at the end of the hall on the other side of our
bathroom.  I of course was used to having the bathroom, and in fact the
whole end of the second floor, to myself; and to have to wait while she
used the bathroom to get ready for bed felt weird; and then, when I finally
did get into the bathroom myself, having her feminine accessories around
added to the unfamiliarity.

   Our adventure really began that night, although it took days to blossom.
I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and went into the bathroom,
leaving the door open sleepily as I always did; there hadn t been reason to
do otherwise for years.  I always slept in pajamas, as I was that night;
and as often happened when I got up at night, I had an erection.  I was
standing in front of the toilet, having pulled the front of my pajama
bottoms down to clear my stiff dick, and was pushing it downwards toward
the toilet, about to begin peeing, when I heard a sound, and sleepily
looked up to see Cathy standing there!  She had apparently come in to do
the same thing as me, and hadn t expected to find me there any more than I
had thought of her.  We both froze, for a timeless moment that seemed to go
on forever, as she realized what she was looking at, and I realized what
she was seeing.  Then she turned away shyly, murmuring an apology, and
left; I closed the door, peed, and went back to bed.

   The next morning at breakfast, we were both a little reserved, uncertain
how to deal with our encounter of the night before.  I didn t know what her
reaction was, but I felt uneasy, and was content to let the incident lapse,
not acknowledging it to her.  It was the first time a girl had seen me with
my pants down, let alone with a hardon, and, although the idea gave me
twinges of excitement, it was new territory, harder to deal with than the
status quo.  I was sexually active already, being an avid masturbator, but
the extent of my sexual experience with others was having a friend who I
jacked off with from time to time.  I of course had a rich fantasy life,
but had yet to translate it into actual experience; so the whole issue was
complicated for me.  The fact that Cathy felt more like a cute stranger to
me than a little sister only added to my confusion.  So, I was content to
avoid confronting the whole issue by denial and proceed as if nothing had
happened, avoiding taking any responsibility for my actions, letting events
shape themselves.

   Whatever uneasiness there may have been between us that morning quickly
dissipated, and we spent a fun day hanging out and getting reacquainted. 
But I felt a very slight undercurrent of something between us, as though we
had a tacit understanding that something had happened, but we weren t going
to deal with it just yet.

   Then late that afternoon, the two of us were sitting again relaxing
under the willow tree before dinner, when in a quiet moment, Cathy, looking
down at her hands, quietly said, I had a hard time getting back to sleep
last night after I saw you in the bathroom .  I sat startled, alert,
waiting to see where this was going.  I ve seen diagrams and that sort of
thing in health class , she continued quietly, still looking down, but that
was the first time I ve ever actually seen a boy s thing, at least since we
were small kids.  We sat in silence a few more moments, then, suddenly
looking up at me, she said thoughtfully, It looked so big!  Was it hard?

   I was taken aback; then, embarrassed, I stammered how boys sometimes got
hard while they were sleeping, and I started to fumble an apology for
leaving the bathroom door open.  That s ok , she interrupted, I m glad I
got to see it.  Then, after a moment s silence, looking away again, she
asked me very quietly, Would you let me see it again sometime?

   I felt as if a bomb went off inside me.  A rush of different emotions
ran through me, and I felt my face reddening; then, surprised by a sudden
boldness surging up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying, ok,
if you d like .  Then suddenly the words you could come to my room tonight
after we turn in, if you want blurted from my mouth.

   As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in the air from
our sudden intimacy, Cathy changed the subject, and we resumed the
conversation that we had been having before she had dropped her bombshell.
Throughout dinner and the rest of that evening a correctness and politeness
prevailed between us, but I could feel that the memory of our talk was in
the forefront of both our thoughts.  As we prepared for bed, I wondered if
she would actually follow through on my invitation.

   I was very excited at the prospect of showing off for Cathy.  I had a
strong sex drive, masturbating frequently, both alone and with a couple of
friends; but had never had any direct sexual contact with a girl, and was
eager to.  For me the fact that she was my sister was an advantage; we had
a built-in intimacy, and no prospect for needing to maintain a relationship
; and at the same time, the fact that she was a relative stranger to me
made her exciting as a potential sex partner.

   I went to bed, lying quietly, waiting either to go to sleep or for the
anticipated visit.  Eventually I was drifting off into my thoughts, when I
heard my door open quietly, and then close.  I reached over and turned on
my bedside lamp, revealing Cathy standing there in her nightie.  I sat up
awkwardly, swinging out my feet to sit on the side of the bed, as she came
over, and sat down next to me; she looked at me, then down towards my lap,
and playfully said, Well, let me see it!

   There was a sizable bulge pushing out the front of my pajamas already;
and as the reality of the situation penetrated my awareness, I felt a
further surge in my dick, as I rose myself up off the bed slightly, and
pushed down the waistband of my bottoms.

   My erection, now fully hard, sprang free, as Cathy watched; and I
settled back down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows to show
it off fully.  Staring at it wide-eyed, she said, Wow!  It s HUGE! .  I
felt on fire; sitting back, both of us staring intently at my stiff cock,
which was rock hard, its skin stretched shiny-tight, I basked in the thrill
and arousal of showing this cute girl my most private parts.  She studied
it with great attention and curiosity; as she looked at it, she said, I can
t believe this could fit inside a girl!  ; then, are all boys this big? . I
explained that apparently it could fit somehow; and that everyone is
different, and as far as I could tell from the school gym, and the few
friends who I had seen hard, that I was pretty big.  Then she asked me if I
had ever had an orgasm.

   I smiled, and told her that I did as often as possible, usually once a
day, sometimes twice.  Wide eyed, she moved her head closer to it to study
its tip, asking, how much stuff comes out when you do? .  I said it depends
on how hot I feel, and how long I masturbate it; but maybe about a couple
of tablespoons.  She asked, Will you show me?

   I felt a flush of dizzying excitement, and the blood rushing in my ears,
as I acquiesced in this new level of intimacy by reaching for my hardon in
front of her.  I grasped it with my left hand just above my balls, and with
my right hand about an inch below the rim, and began to move both hands up
and down slowly, pulling the skin up over the rim of its head on each
upstroke.  She sat next to me, and watched curiously.  Have you ever been
with a girl?  Have you done this with anyone before?  I told her she was
the first girl to see my hardon, but that I sometimes jacked off with a
friend of mine.  She watched my balls ride up and down with each stroke,
commenting on their beefyness.

   Suddenly, a drop of fluid squoze out of the hole and sat perched
glistening on the tip; Cathy asked excitedly, Are you having an orgasm?  I
told her no, that as I got hotter slippery fluid came out to lubricate it,
and not to worry, when I was having an orgasm she would know about it; and
I told her we called it coming , and we called masturbating jacking off .
As she watched excitedly, she told me how she had a girl friend back home
who had showed her how to masturbate, and would come over to her house for
sleepovers, and they would masturbate each other.  She said they called it
finger fucking , and that her pussy also got very wet before she would
come.

   We watched the drop of pre-come sitting on the tip of my dick swelling
with each downstroke of my hands, then shrinking slightly with the upstroke
as some of it was sucked back down into the hole; I was going very slowly
to try to make it last.  I felt incredibly hot; I was panting, more excited
than I had ever been; having my sister watching me work on my erection,
masturbating it slowly and very thoroughly, was the sexiest thing I had
ever done.

   It felt incredibly hot to have this curious, cute girl eagerly watching
me work on my big dick- it felt wonderfully nasty, and the forbiddenness of
the act, considering that she was my sister, added greatly to the thrill I
felt as we watched me masturbating.

   The drop of fluid finally grew too large to stay balanced on the tip of
my dick, and its own weight started it slowly flowing down my dick.  We
watched it flow down the top of my helmet-shaped head, get caught briefly
on the thick, protruding rim, and then get dragged down the shaft when it
hit my hand, leaving a shiny, wet trail over the head as more fluid flowed
down.  As the juice pooled around my hand on the shaft, it began to make a
sticky, wet sound; and Cathy commented on how much juice was coming out.

   I stopped my jacking movements, and took my hands away from my erection,
explaining to my sister that I was getting close to coming, and I wanted to
slow down and build up more come for her.  We watched my hardon bouncing
slightly with my pulse, which had gotten very fast by now.  It was shiny
wet, stretched to its maximum with excitement; the head a deep shiny
purple, the veins along the shaft a rich blue.  Cathy studied it all
around, commenting on how much bigger it was when it was close to coming
than when we had started, and how wet it had gotten.  I told her we called
the fluid cream , and as we watched, a fresh pulse of cream oozed from the
head and began its trip down the shaft.

   Cathy told me how excited it made her to see my dick in such a state,
and that maybe she d finger herself for me after I came.  I felt the urge
to come subsiding, so I grasped the shaft in the middle, with one hand now
so Cathy would have a better view.  I started to slide the skin on the
shaft up and down very slowly in a steady rhythm; the sticky sounds
resumed. Cathy commented on how amazingly loose the skin was on my dick,
that it could be slid around so far; and again on how large my dick and
balls were, saying that it must be weird having something that big bouncing
around and hanging between my legs all the time.

   Does it hurt to have it so swollen?  , she asked, watching me cream; I
replied, with some difficulty being so close to coming; No, it feels
incredible.  In fact, the harder it is, the better it feels.  When I m
really hot, like I am now, it gets so swollen that the skin gets stretched
really tight, and gets ultra-sensitive.

   At that moment, I could feel myself passing the point of no return.  I
warned Cathy that I was about to come, as I felt the incredible
deliciousness of the juices pooling in my balls; I slowed, and almost
completely stopped, my jacking, to prolong the orgasm as much as possible;
my erection started twitching involuntarily, and I stopped rubbing it
altogether, and took my hand away, as I felt the fire building in my limbs,
centering on my midsection; my sight began to dim, and I heard a roaring in
my ears; then, with a large spasm, my dick jumped and a thick rope of white
come shot out from its head high over my chest, then another and another,
my dick jumping in spasm with each shot.  Cathy said, My God! .  It was far
and away the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, and my erection
kept bobbing over and over, as more come, now in a stream pooling in my
pubic hair, pulsed from my erection in a diminishing flow.

   As the throbbing in my genitals subsided, I returned to awareness of my
surroundings.  My chest was spattered with streams of come, trailing down
to my pubic area, which was soaked in a white puddle.  Cathy repeated, My
God.  That was incredible!  Was that a particularly big one?  I explained
that it was, that having her watch me had given me the best come I could
remember.  She was flushed and breathing hard, obviously aroused by the
experience of watching me come, clearly surprised and excited by the
magnitude of the explosion.

   As my hardon began to subside, she layed back on the bed, still
breathing hard, and quickly pulled down the white cotton panties that she
had on under her nightie; and started to urgently rub herself with her
fingertips inside the slit of her pussy, that was now exposed openly to my
view.  I saw the soft in curve of her waist, and her flat belly above the
slight nest of soft, brown curls that spread over the mound of her pussy; I
admired the pouting, now-swollen lips of her pussy, that she was in the
midst of frantically working on, nestled between her two petite, smooth
thighs, that led up to the plump swelling of her cute ass.

   Her head was thrown back, her eyes partly closed, and she seemed lost in
the world of her arousal.  I watched with interest what she was doing with
her hand; I had never seen a girl masturbate before.  Her legs were partly
spread, and she had the tips two fingers of her right hand moving rapidly
between her lips near the top of her slit, which looked swollen and pouty.
Instinctively I reached my hand out , and with my fingertips, touched the
lips of her pussy just below where she was so frantically rubbing.  She
opened her eyes as she felt my touch, moaning Oh!  , then saying hoarsely,
I m just about to come ; I slipped my fingertips between her swollen lips
near the bottom of her slit, feeling a very warm, slippery wetness; she
pushed her head back, closed her thighs on my hand, breathing, Oh!  Oh! 
softly, as I felt the smooth, wet flesh under my fingers start to pulse in
strong, rhythmic spasms.  I felt her coming for perhaps twenty seconds, her
pussy pulsing strongly, her entire body tightening with each spasm, with
gradually diminishing intensity, until finally the last few pulses were
maybe five seconds apart.

   She relaxed, lying back, spent.  I said softly, Wow- was THAT a
particularly big one?  She opened her eyes and looked over to me, and
answered, with a blend of shyness, embarrassment, and pride, I ve never had
such a big one before- I guess watching you really made me excited; and
then when you touched me...  I agreed that seeing someone else was a major
turn on; I told her how I would get together with a friend of mine and do
it, and how hot I would feel watching them, how seeing them come would make
me want to; but it was great seeing her do it, and that I had never seen a
girl come before.

   I mopped myself off with a dirty t-shirt as she wiped her slit with some
kleenex, then put her panties back on.  There was a slight air of
embarrassment between us, and as I pulled on my pajama bottoms, she slipped
out the door to her room, closing it quietly.

   2.

   The next morning as I came down to breakfast, I was apprehensive about
how she would respond to me after the events of the previous night.  I was
a seething cauldron of conflicting emotions: embarrassment at having let
her see me jack off; guilt at involving my little sister, who I ought to be
protective of, in such forbidden activities; a kind of tender closeness
with her at having shared such intimacy; and a thrilling hope that she
liked it as much as I had, and might even want to do it again.

   I entered the kitchen, to find Dad and Cathy already sitting down to
eat. I came in nonchalantly, said good morning and sat down, glancing up
surruptitiously at my sister, to assess her mood.  My father gave me a
perfunctory greeting, and Cathy looked up at me, and gave me a neutral,
self-absorbed good morning back.  I was in torment; I couldn t tell what
she was feeling.  I kept a cool exterior, eating breakfast normally, then
taking my dishes to the sink.  Cathy ate quietly, mostly looking down at
her plate.  I feared the worst; that she was upset about last night, or
worse, really suffering inside herself at the perversion I had permitted to
happen.

   Our father got up and organized himself to go off to his work.  As he
said goodbye to us and headed off to the front door, I glanced over towards
Cathy nervously, as she was rinsing her dish at the sink, fearing the
confrontation that was to come.  As I heard the front door closing, I was
about to stammer out an apology for my behaviour of last night when she
turned around, looking up at me shyly, and said, That was really amazing
last night.

   My emotions did a soumersault, and I felt a wild surge in my heart, and
also in my crotch.  Yeah, I thought it was amazing, too , I agreed, feeling
an excitement to be having this converstion with her.  It was amazing
seeing your thing squirting like that.  I couldn t believe how it exploded.
Looking at me appraisingly, she asked with a gleam in her eye, How long do
you have to wait usually before you want to do it again?  I said that I
sometimes did it again right away, but that it was usually better if I let
it build up for at least a few hours, or overnight.  I asked her how it was
for her, and she said that it varied, but sometimes she could do it over
and over.  would you like do it again now?  It HAS been overnight.  she
asked coyly.

   At my blushing smile, she led the way into the livingroom towards the
sofa.  Would this be ok, or do you need to be lying down?  she asked me, as
we started to sit down.  I laughed as I reached to undo my belt, saying
that I could do it in any position.  We sat on the sofa side by side; and
as she watched interestedly I unzipped my fly, and slowly slid my pants and
underwear halfway down my thighs, freeing my erection to flop upwards
toward my belly.  It felt so hot to be showing off my hardon to a girl
again; I felt my dick swelling to rock-hard.

   Wow she said again, studying it in the brighter morning light; then
after a moment, asked can I feel it?  At my silence she cautiously reached
a hand out, and grasped it gently on either side of the shaft between her
thumb and fingertips.  Squeezing slightly, feeling its texture, she said,
It s so hard and warm!  It feels like it s made of rubber.  She tentatively
wrapped her hand around the middle of its shaft; her small hand wouldn t go
all the way around it.  Can I make it, uh, come?  Would you teach me how to
do it?

   The velvety feeling of her hand on my erection, squeezing it gingerly,
was heaven!  I couldn t believe such sensations were possible.  As she
experimented with pulling her hand up, sliding the loose skin along the
shaft up towards the head, pulling my balls up with it, I felt a tingling
playing through my entire body, from my head to the soles of my feet - This
is going to be uncredible!  , I thought.

   I told her I would love it, and described to her how to grab the shaft a
few inches below the head and slowly pull the skin on the shaft just up
over the rim, letting it back down again steadily, over and over, being
careful not to grasp the shaft too hard or to move her hand too fast.  As
she heard me talking she was trying out what I was saying, getting the feel
of my dick, how much the skin would move, squeezing with different
strengths, and so on.  Her inexperience and tentativeness added to the
stimulation; feeling her do me was incredible.

   She was asking me how it felt, and how good a job she was doing, as she
continued to get the feel of jacking me.  Sighing, I told her how
incredible it felt, that even when I was being jacked off by my friend it
had never been this good; I warned her to go really slow so I wouldn t come
too soon.  I explained how much better an orgasm was when it was built up
for as long as possible; she agreed, saying that it was the same for girls.
I was fully swollen now, and each time she pulled up on my shaft her motion
made my cock-hole pout, producing a slight popping sound with each stroke.

   As she continued doing me she asked me about what my friend and I did
together, and I told her how we would get together at one of our houses
when noone else was around, and do each other; how we had started just
jacking off with each other, but eventually through experimenting found out
how much better it felt when someone else did it to you; so now that s what
we did.  I told her that we usually took turns, one of us doing the other
until he came, or sometimes we would stop just before the other one came,
and switch places again, drawing it out; that we could sometimes last for
several hours that way, and had huge orgasms.  She said she d love to watch
us doing that sometime.

   As we watched her slowly pulling on my erection, a drop of cream oozed
out the hole, and began a slow trickle down the front of the head towards
her jacking hand.  Seeing it, she asked me to warn her when I was going to
come, so she would be ready; then she asked if I did anything special with
the cream when it started dripping.  I told her how you could just let it
drip down and build up around the jacking hand and it would get nice and
slippery, but that the best thing was to use a fingertip to softly spread
the wetness all around the head, making it really slippery, and then softly
tickle the head and rim, making an incredibly intense burning-tingling
sensation.

   Hearing this, she softly stopped her jacking, and using her index
fingertip, started drawing soft circles slowly around the head, dragging
the stream of cream behind her finger.  I sighed, Ahhh...  , and told her
how hot that made me feel.  I told her she better stop soon, that I was
getting near coming, and what she was doing felt too intense.  She stopped,
and asked me if she could just feel me up, if that would be less intense
and let me last; I told her I thought so.

   She moved her hand away from the tip, and reached it down to feel my
balls, reaching with her other hand to trace the thick column that ran up
the underside of my shaft.  I warned her that if she stayed away from the
head it should be ok, and to be very gentle with my balls.  She put her
palm down between my legs and hefted my big sack, bouncing slightly up and
down, feeling the weight; it filled her cupping palm, spilling slightly
over each side of her palm.  Then she explored the shape of each ball,
gently rolling them through her fingers, marveling at their size.  She
gently pushed my hardon down towards my belly, letting it bounce back up,
studying its movement, asking if that was ok.  I told her to let go and I
would show her something; and when she did, I started flexing my groin
muscle, making my shaft bounce up and down; then tightening and holding the
muscles, making it stick straight out and swell even more, the head growing
shiny and darker red with swelling, a fresh stream of cream being forced
out the hole.  She grasped the shaft near the base and aimed it different
directions, up and down, side to side, exploring the way it moved.

   I told her it was probably ok to start jacking it again, and she grasped
it with both hands as she had seen me doing last night.  It was funny
seeing her small hands on my big shaft, not able to reach around it, far
from the base or the head; with more than an inch of shaft showing between
them.  She started jacking her hands in unison, asking me if she was doing
it right .  I told her, Just keep it up just like that for a few more
minutes and you ll see how right you re doing it.  She giggled, and said
that then we d just have to see.  I told her that I was wet enough, so that
if she loosened her grip a little bit, her hands would start sliding up
over the skin and up over the head as she jacked me off, and it would send
me over the top.

   I slumped down a little further in the sofa, pushing my pelvis out
farther so my dick was sticking out as far as possible as she brought me
into the home stretch.  She was leaning over my midsection, working on me
intently with both hands.  My shaft was soaked, cream streaming steadily
from the tip down over her slowly pumping hands, running down wetting the
dark thatch of my pubic hair.  Her movements were producing a steady murmur
of wet, sticky sounds, that were the only sounds in the room, our
conversation dying as we concentrated on masturbation.

   I told her to watch my balls; that just before a boy comes, his balls
rise up and tighten a bit; I told her that if she slowed her jacking way
down when she saw them rising, she would make me have the biggest orgasm
possible.  She leaned forward a bit more, to get a better view of my balls
rising and falling as she did me- and after only about a minute more, she
said excitedly, They look like they re rising; are you about to come?

   I was too far immersed in my impending orgasm to answer her directly,
but as I moaned assent she slowed her jacking way down, to maybe a stroke
every second or two.  I was delirious with pleasure; I felt paralyzed, my
limbs rigid with ecstacy; my genitals felt completely engorged and
stretched to their maximum, painfully so; I felt the juices pooling in my
balls; and a huge wave of tingling energy was sweeping slowly inward from
my hands and feet toward my groin, building as it came, until, when it
reached my center, I felt my entire body stiffen, and my dick began pulsing
spasmodically, sending thick gobs of semen squirting out over my chest. 
Cathy watched in amazement, and she kept jerking me off as the spasms
slowly died down, when I told her to start easing off.

   As I lay back exhausted, she told me how exciting it was to feel how
strongly my dick throbbed in her hands while I was coming; and that feeling
that, and seeing how strongly I squirted, and how much come there was
shooting out really gave her a feeling for how hard I came.  She said that
her orgasms were wonderful, but she thought that I definitely won for
strength; no wonder I liked to do it so much!

   We lay back and watched my erection slowly subsiding.  I felt a new kind
of warmth, that I had never felt before toward anyone else, toward my
sister.  The intimacy of sharing so completely my most basic urges and
actions with another person, a cute, interested girl, who seemed to accept,
and even greatly enjoy, my most intimate needs and urges, was moving in a
very deep way; and I felt a much more than just sexual satisfaction warming
me.

   Cathy got up and got a towel from the kitchen, and started to mop up the
come from my chest and belly.  She said, After you rest a bit, I ll let you
do it to me.  I told her I didn t know how to do a girl, but I d like to
try it; and she said that then we were even- she d teach me, like I had
just taught her.  As we lay back and talked, and she told me about her
experiences; how a friend of hers had taught her about masturbating, and
how they enjoyed doing it with each other on sleepovers.

   She said her friend s name was Liz, who she had known casually for a few
years, but really befriended a year ago.  After they had started hanging
out together at school, she had invited Liz, who was a year older, over to
her house for a sleepover.  As they had gotten ready for bed that evening
and were changing into their nighties, in the course of seeing each others
bodies the talk had gotten more intimate, and at Liz s questioning it had
emerged that Cathy didn t know about masturbating.  She of course knew that
it felt nice to touch herself between her legs, but she didn t know how far
it could go.  Liz had then told her that she had a treat coming, and had
told her to lie back and let her show Cathy what she was missing.

   They compared their bodies; Cathy s breasts were just starting to
blossom, and Liz s were more full and rounded; and Liz s pussy had a fuzzy
patch of soft hair around it, while Cathy s was then mostly hairless.  Liz
had then tickled, pinched, and rubbed Cathy s breasts and nipples until she
started feeling a warm and rich feeling inside herself.  Cathy, at Liz s
encouragement, was likewise doing Liz s tits in the way she was being done;
after a while, when they were both feeling hot , Liz had started stroking
and tickling Cathy s pussy-lips on the outside, which Cathy reciprocated.
It was a much more insistent stimulation than Cathy had ever done before,
and she felt her pussy swelling and opening, and becoming moist, as was Liz
s; they then began including the smooth skin inside their lips in their
tickling and rubbing.

   Liz had started rubbing Cathy s clit insistently, alternating with
rubbing the outside of her little hole farther down; when Cathy had
reciprocated, Liz told her to push her finger inside the hole while she was
rubbing her clit; she tried to do the same to Cathy, but no more than the
tip of her little finger would fit in.  They did each other intensely for a
while, each of them getting wetter and wetter, until Liz had cried out, and
Cathy had felt her friend s pussy throbbing over and over; then Liz had
gotten up on her knees and worked on Cathy feverishly, until after several
minutes of this she started to have this amazing feeling surge through her,
and then her whole body convulsed, as her pussy had its first orgasm.  She
said that ever since that night, they had gotten together regularly to do
each other, just like me and my friend did; It must run in the family!  ,
she giggled.

   As she had been telling me this story, she had lain back, and had let
her dressing gown fall open, revealing that she was naked underneath it. 
Listening to her, I drank in the view of her figure; I hadn t seen any
other girls naked except in pictures, and had been too absorbed last night
to fully notice the nuances of her femaleness.  Her breasts were not large,
but were shaped very full and rounded, with prominent large, dark nipples;
I imagined from this that they would be much larger when she was older,
like our mother s were.  She was slim, but already had the narrow waist and
swelling hips of a woman, developed early for her age.  She had a flat
belly, subtly curving down to a cutely protruding mound above her pussy,
which was lightly covered in a downy patch of dark, soft curls; and the
lips of her treasure, which she had begun to absentmindedly stroke lightly
with her fingertips as she recounted to me the story of her initiation into
sex, were swollen pink and puffy (no doubt from the as yet unrequieted
excitement of jacking me off); slightly spread, with the reddish folds of
her inner lips and the swollen tongue of flesh hiding her clit projecting
from them.

   I asked her if I could feel her breasts; in answer she reached out and
took my hand, guiding it to her chest, and placing it cupping the breast
nearest me.  I was enthralled with its soft, silky warmth, and gently
squoze it, sliding my palm over its smoothness, her big nipple rubbing over
my palm; Cathy s eyes drifted half-closed, and she gave a little sigh,
encouraging me to continue.  Putting her own hand on her other tit, she
demonstrated for me how to tickle and pull on the nipple, and massage and
stroke the rounded curve of the flesh, which I tried as I watched her.  Her
nipples swelled and stiffened, growing quite large, as we worked on them;
she told me how good it felt, and that she could get very close to orgasm
just by that; and that she and Liz liked to just do each other s tits until
they each couldn t stand it, only then finishing each other off quickly by
fingering each other s pussy.

   After a few minutes, she pushed with her free hand on my arm, urging it
to move downward from her chest across her belly; I stopped over her curls,
running my fingers through them.  They were downy-soft; clearly they were a
fairly recent growth.  I continued sliding my hand down her mound, my
fingers moving down over the top of her slit, rubbing gently over her lips,
bumping against the protrusion of her clit, sliding down over the moist
folds of flesh sticking out from between her swollen lips, to cup her
entire cunt softly against my fingers; she moaned softly, spreading her
legs a little more, and pushing her pussy up against my hand slightly.  She
had continued to pull at her nipple as I felt down to her cunt, and
continued my exploration.

   I slid my hand back up along her pussy, allowing my middle finger to
slip between the lips, dragging it very slowly upwards over the smooth,
wet, silky flesh it found inside; first down into the deeper depression
around her hole that I had explored last night, then sliding up along the
increasingly shallow furrow, slick with juice, finally bumping up over the
mound of her clit, at which point she let out a soft, pleading moan, and
pushed her hips forward slightly again.  I continued slowly dragging the
whole length of my finger over her clit until I cleared it at the top of
her slit, then I reversed my direction, lightly repeating the journey I had
just made until my hand again was completely lightly cupping her pussy.  I
couldn t believe I was actually feeling a girls cunt!  I asked her if it
felt good, and she breathed, oh, yes!  ; I asked her if what I was doing
would make her come, and she said, don t stop, and you won t have to wait
very long to find out .

   She was now lying back with her eyes closed, completely relaxed,
breathing heavily, her legs spread, her one hand still playing absently
with her tit, the other lying forgotten resting against my hip; completely
absorbed in getting masturbated.  I was feeling very turned on by the
relaxed, totally intimate sexuality of the situation, the openness with
which she was letting me explore her most private parts; my cock, which had
been reposing along my thigh where it had fallen as it had deflated, again
began swelling, rising from its resting place, and slowly pointing up again
toward the ceiling.  In the slow gyration over my belly that it made as it
swelled, it grazed her hand, and as she felt it she reached out, feeling
for it, and grasped it.  The sensation of her small hand on my shaft
accellerated its swelling, quickly raising it to its full size sticking up
over my belly.

   We laid back side by side, our arms crossed, each of us with a hand on
the other s genitals, slowly masturbating each other.  It seemed like time
had stopped; the only sounds in the room for this indeterminable interlude
was our slow, heavy breathing, the slick, sticky sounds made by my fingers
in her now dripping slit, and the fleshy, kissing sounds my erection made
as she slowly jacked me off.  It was heaven.  I was watching us do each
other, when Cathy let her eyes drift partially open, and turned her head
slightly towards me, and our eyes met; the mutual surrender to our lust
that we each saw in the other s eyes was magnetic, and we held each other s
gaze steadily as we continued our mutual masturbation.

   Her pussy lips were swollen wide open now, and my movements had evolved
to a period of slow, light rubbing around her clit, then a journey down to
tickle around her hole, drawing more juice from there back to work around
her clit again.  She was guiding me somewhat with slight movements of her
hips, as I was with her jacking, and she began to encourage me to push my
finger more into her hole on each trip.  It wouldn t fit easily, and I was
afraid of hurting her, but her pushing was insistent; so I was getting my
middle finger about halfway into her, and moving it partially in and out
several times each pass.

   She was panting slightly now, her mouth relaxed open, and she seemed to
be sinking farther into her sex-trance.  I could see her heart pounding in
the throbbing of the veins in her neck, and her eyes were rolling back
slightly under her eyelids.  I was also panting; I felt so hot; the thrill
of making her so sexually aroused, and her haphazard jacking on my hardon,
were sending me over the top.  Suddenly she whispered hoarsely, leave your
finger in, and rub me with your thumb at the same time .  I did so, and
almost at once, she closed her eyes and started quietly sighing ah, ah ; I
felt her whole body tensing, and suddenly her pussy clamped down hard on my
penetrating finger.  It gripped me tightly for a second, then released,
tightening and releasing spasmodically over and over as she came.  As the
pulsing in her pussy started winding down, I felt my own orgasm
approaching; as she felt my dick swelling to its maximum, she opened her
eyes in time to see the first throb of my erection as it came.  We watched
a thick stream of semen flow from the head of my dick, down over her
fingers, then dripping to pool in my navel; since I had recently come it
didn t shoot, but its stream did thicken with each throb of my penis.

   We lay there exhausted for several minutes, until Cathy quietly said to
me, It never felt so good before- I love doing this with you; and watching
your big thing come makes me so hot!  I told her that it was the same with
me; I d never had such a big come as she gave me today, and that she was
very good at jacking off boys.  I picked up the already soaked towel from
earlier and started to wipe myself up, as she asked me playfully if we
could have another lesson soon...

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