dissolute days

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My parents gave me twenty dollars when they left the village and told me not to get into trouble. This was the first time they'd left me home alone for the weekend, and I decided not to disappoint them.

I'd rather stay home alone watching TV than go out with friends on Friday night, and then set my alarm for bed early.

The next morning, I got up and mowed the lawn, finishing around ten o'clock.

It felt really good to be responsible, and I focused all my attention on my young, throbbing cock during a long, hot bath. I didn't masturbate, though I really wanted to.

Just as I stepped out of the tub, the doorbell rang. Someone in town knew my parents and sister had gone to the beach, and I guessed it was a friend of mine.

I grabbed a towel, still wet on my chest, and headed for the door.

I opened it to find Susan; she seemed to have arranged to meet my sister for the weekend, but her outfit was far too revealing—more exposed than covered by fabric, though I didn't mind. At nineteen, her petite frame was clad in the shortest, most form-fitting dress I'd ever seen.

Susan was a tall, slender blonde with long, beautiful legs, a perfect bottom, pear-shaped breasts, and hazel eyes; every part of her body was model-perfect. Over the past two years, I'd noticed she'd transformed from a cute little girl into a sex symbol.

A few months ago, she and my sister started regularly sunbathing together, and once you saw her in a bikini, you'd never want to look at anything else. She often went braless (to avoid getting zebra stripes) and frequently forgot (or deliberately forgot) to button her clothes. More than once, she'd completely exposed her breasts, and I have to admit, just looking at her gave me an erection.

I'd rather see her in a bikini and get an erection than look at those fake magazine girls, even though I've masturbated to them more than once.

You can imagine how excited I was when I found her standing in the front hallway.

I was twenty-one, and my six-inch penis, like a venomous snake ready to strike, was engorged and swollen beneath my towel. At first, it tried to leap out, but the towel was too big, so it only formed a noticeable tent.

When Susan saw it, her eyes widened. A little annoyed and embarrassed, I bent over, trying to cover this unsightly sight.

After a few painful minutes, my engorged penis slipped out from under the towel, standing there stiff and erect. Perhaps because of Susan's attention, it now looked seven inches, or even longer.

"Sorry, I thought you were Paul." The towel slipped down, and I grabbed it tightly.

I tried futilely to cover my erect penis with my hands, trying to preserve the last shred of my shame, and wrapped the towel tightly around myself.

Susan stared at me, her expression almost amusement. She was laughing at me; she knew everything.

"How are you going to greet my brother? No, that's not what I meant... Yes, oh no, I just took a shower, damn it, and... Oh, don't mind me. What are you doing here? You should be at the beach with my sister." "I decided not to go last night, and I called Mary to tell her. Didn't she tell you?" Susan's gaze shifted to my lower body; her eyes seemed to be fixed on the towel. She stood there for a while, then looked up at me again.

"No, she didn't tell me. Why would she tell me? It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?" A jumble of thoughts flooded my mind, each daydream scenario known only to myself.

"Normally she wouldn't tell you, but I told her I was coming because I forgot my bikini here yesterday, and I had to get it back. I think she forgot." "I think so too." It seemed my condition affected Susan as well; her nipples were very swollen, like ripe cherries protruding beneath her thin clothing. I stood there, barely managing to suppress the urge to indulge myself and touch her. Somehow, maybe one day I'll overcome this fear, but for now, just seeing and thinking is enough for me.

My eyes boldly scanned her chest, gliding over her flat stomach, and down between her legs.

The fabric was stretched taut, and the slight wrinkles between her legs perfectly outlined the shape of her labia. It was very clear that she wasn't wearing underwear. My penis throbbed under the towel, yearning to break free of the fabric and plunge into her lovely labia. I wondered if she was aroused as much as I was.

"All done."

"What's done?" I jumped up, my gaze shifting from between her legs, feeling a burning shame.

"All done." Her crisp voice brought me back to the present, the most undeniably real moment. Susan giggled, seemingly unbothered by my staring: "Can I come in and get my bikini?" "Oh! Um, of course." I stepped aside.

As Susan walked past me, her breasts bounced, and her round, pert buttocks swayed under her clothes. I closed the door and watched her walk through the living room like that, almost fainting from the sight. She turned the corner and headed towards Mary's room, disappearing from my sight.

I followed her for a while, all the way down the dark hallway. My sister's door opened wide, and Susan's reflection was clearly visible in the mirror. She went to the dressing table, picked up a blue bikini, and stood in front of the mirror, posing for herself.

Then something unexpected happened. She put the bikini aside and began to undress. She unbuttoned her bodysuit, and I could see her breasts very clearly. She cupped her breasts and rubbed them with her fingers until the swollen nipples turned a deep red, as if they were about to burst.

I held my breath, watching intently.

Her body was twisting so violently that I wondered if she would hurt her back. A look of pleasure I'd never seen before graced her face. Finally, she stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, kneading her breasts. Then her hand moved my gaze; she was probably taking off her shorts, but unfortunately, I couldn't see.

A few minutes later, I realized she wasn't taking off her shorts. Forcing myself to suppress the urge to rush over and pin her down, I tossed the towel aside and began masturbating.

Susan raised a hand to her mouth, licking her fingers with relish. I was already excitedly sprawled on the carpet. After licking both hands, Susan picked up her bikini and began to put it on. As she bent over, I could see her pink nipples from the side. Compared to the white wall behind her, her nipples were the size of a dollar coin, protruding about half an inch like a thumb. I almost ejaculated.

Her hand returned to her breasts, her eyes closed in pleasure, her fingers frantically twisting her nipples. Even as her fingers moved near the bikini's shoulders, her eyes remained closed. The tiny bikini barely covered the area around my nipples, leaving most of my breasts exposed.

My hand was frantically stroking my penis when Susan suddenly opened her eyes. Her shifty gaze told me she saw me in the mirror, though I didn't really want to believe it.

I stopped stroking and lowered my gaze to avoid eye contact, hoping she hadn't noticed me. But my hope was dashed; I could feel her burning gaze fixed on my body. Finally, I decided not to run away anymore and looked up. Our eyes met in the mirror.

It was a confusing moment. She must have wanted to know how long I'd been watching her, and I wanted to know when she'd noticed me. My heart pounded. If I didn't do something now, I'd miss her. My hand returned to my penis. She stared wide-eyed, curiously watching me as I slowly stroked it, completely unsure of what to do next.

Susan must have understood my thoughts too. She reached behind her back and pulled off her bikini bra, revealing her beautiful breasts, just like mine. We looked at each other, and I began to masturbate faster, while she vigorously rubbed her breasts as we slowly walked towards my sister's room. Susan looked at me with pleading eyes, consumed by lust, and I completely misunderstood her expression.

The closer I got to her, the more I wanted her, and I paid no attention to her reaction. Just as I reached the door, she tried to cover herself, and I froze.

"No," she pleaded.

"I won't come any closer, I won't do anything, just let me see, okay? If you won't, I'd rather die." "I've heard plenty of promises," Susan said, still facing the mirror.

She was now practically naked, except for the thin straps still wrapped around her back and waist, and the thin fabric nestled in the cleft of her beautiful buttocks.

“If you didn’t believe me, you would have run away long ago,” I continued, stroking my throbbing cock.

“Turn around and let me see your breasts.”

Susan hesitated, turning around and letting go of the bikini bra, which fell to the ground. She whispered,

“I must be crazy. You’d better not do anything too extreme.” “I’m crazy too.” The intense throbbing of orgasm was destroying everything inside me, and my knees were weak.

“Why?”

“I actually promised I only wanted to look at you.” My buttocks began to throb uncontrollably. “You’re a hundred times more beautiful than I imagined. Your breasts are like a pair of warm lips. Do you want someone to suck your nipples? Maybe I can help you suck them?” “Maybe…” Susan blushed. She touched her nipples and stared at me. “…I want you to do that, but I think it’s best not to, at least not now.” “Why?” I stared back at her.

"Please," her eyes were fixed on my penis, "you promised you wouldn't do anything, and I want to see you too." "That doesn't matter, now, even if I wanted to do something, it's too late, I'm coming!" My hands moved faster and faster, my testicles ready to ejaculate. I lifted my toes, rubbing vigorously until my penis swelled to a purplish-red, every muscle in my body contracting violently.

"Don't you need to lie down and rest?" Susan gestured towards the bed, her voice tinged with concern.

"Oh, God... oh, God... oh, God!" I sighed, on the verge of eternal pleasure. The joy grew stronger, and I anticipated an extremely intense orgasm.

Leaning against the doorpost for support, I tried to soothe my aching muscles with my other hand, hoping my orgasm would come faster.

"Let me see, Susan, take it off, let me see you properly." "You promised!" Susan took a step back, but her eyes remained fixed on my penis.

"Please, I'm coming in a few seconds, please let me see, let me see your vulva!" "Go to hell!" Susan was a little annoyed, her hands tightly gripping the cloth covering her vulva: "I know you won't keep your word." "Yes, please!" The first wave of orgasm had arrived, and the desire to see her vulva overwhelmed everything else. I wanted to see her vulva with all my heart: "Hurry up! Let me see before I come!" Susan pulled her panties to the side, her golden pubic hair glistening with moisture, her swollen labia unusually wet, protruding noticeably outwards, as if wanting to devour something.

Her curled fingers pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, and her other hand reached out, her middle and index fingers sliding together into her youthful cleft. She opened it wide, exposing everything, like a blooming flower, her labia writhing. Using her fingers to separate the labia, she gently caressed her clitoris.

My eyes were fixed on that hidden place, her clitoris standing proudly like a sword sheath. My fingers slid between her labia, withdrawing covered in a creamy, sticky fluid. The fragrance of her vulva, like nectar, filled the hot summer air.

She must have known I craved her there, so she seductively raised her glistening fingers to her mouth, teasing me, a mischievous smile blooming on her face. Soon, her fingers returned to her legs, her hands opening her vulva wide, and I gazed at her hidden, tight pink cave. Just

then, orgasm overwhelmed me. My penis ejaculated its first stream of semen, hitting the wall eight inches away, and Susan gasped in surprise. The second wasn't as intense, but it still glided five inches through the air before landing on my sister's bed. The next few times were just a trickle, and then I shuddered, mustered my strength again, and once more ejaculated against the wall.

Susan stared intently at my ejaculation until I finally collapsed, exhausted, onto the carpet.

When I regained consciousness, I knew this wasn't a dream. I was lying naked on the carpet in my sister's room, my semen everywhere—on the walls, on Mary's bed, and on the carpet.

I sat up, confused. Susan had already hurried away, her bodysuit and panties still lying on the floor.

I picked up her panties and inhaled their fragrance intensely. Even though I had just climaxed, my penis quickly became aroused again. Her youthful vulva could make me hard again in seconds, but I knew I had to wait.

This time, I wouldn't masturbate alone.

Chapter Two:

I was sitting in my chaise lounge watching TV when the phone suddenly rang. I wasn't too keen on answering it, and it wasn't until it rang six times that I picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Are you alright?" Susan seemed a little relieved. "I checked your pulse and thought you were dead." "I'm fine, but what happened to you? You were gone when I woke up." "I was terrified. Can you forgive me? I should have waited until you woke up before leaving." "It's alright, I'll forgive you." "Is your head hurt?"

"No... Why do you ask?"

"Your head hit the ground hard when you fell."

"I was too excited to notice. By the way, I forgot to tell you how sexy you look. I've never seen a prettier girl than you." "I'm only nineteen." "I'm only nineteen too," I emphasized, "but I've seen many real naked women, but none of them are as beautiful as you." "You're exaggerating!" Susan chuckled. "Where did you see so many naked women?" My face flushed. "In magazines." "You're comparing me to those lewd magazine girls?"

"Do you mind?"

“You’re exaggerating,” Susan giggled. “But I’ve seen plenty, and I know I’m not the sexiest. My breasts are only a 34.” “Most girls are only 32-33. I think your breasts are quite perfect, even if they’re not the same size as theirs. Besides, you’ll grow bigger.” “My mom’s a 37.”

“Then you’ll definitely grow that big too, I guarantee it.” “What about my nipples?” “They’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I really want to lick them, but of course, I’ll have to ask your permission.” “I bet you’re up to no good, aren’t you?” Susan smiled mischievously again. “What do you think of my nipples?” “They’re very beautiful,” my penis started to harden. “Why don’t you come over now and let me kiss them?” “Not tonight, I have a bit of a headache.”

“Are you teasing me?”

“Yes… or no.”

“What do you mean?”

"So, 'yes' means I was indeed teasing you; and 'no' means I was just really tired." "Too tired?" I tried to convince her. "I thought you were joking, that you were teasing me the whole time." "Then what do you want? I saw you ejaculate in your sister's room, do you expect me to clean the house?" Susan laughed. "I'm not as innocent as you think, or I could wash my floor." "Okay, okay," I laughed too. "I just wanted you to know I felt cheated." "Why?"

"You saw me masturbate, but I didn't see you masturbate."

"Have you ever seen a girl do that?"

"Masturbate?"

"Yes!"

Susan laughed again. "Have you ever watched a girl masturbate?" "No." I had to soothe my throbbing penis with my hand, and now I was already imagining Susan masturbating in my mind. I was completely immersed in this fantasy. "Would you do it for me?" "I don't know," her voice was a little weak. "I've never thought about these things." "Why?" I put pressure on her. "Didn't I do it for you?" "That's completely different," she retorted. "I'm a girl. When I do it, can you guarantee you won't get aroused?" "I can watch and masturbate at the same time," I suggested. "Let's watch each other." "Why won't you give up at all?" Susan sighed.

“I don’t want anything else,” I took a deep breath, trying to change the subject. “What were you thinking when you saw me masturbating?” “At first I was a little scared, especially when you came up to me, you looked like you were going to rape me, but when I thought you wouldn’t do anything outrageous, I happily stopped there. You put on a good show for me, and I even know people who buy tickets to see this kind of beef show.” “Tell her she can watch for free. By the way, who is she?” “My God! You boys are all the same.” Susan laughed happily again. “You don’t think about anything but that, but if I told you she lives with you, would you still be interested in knowing who she is?” “What?” I was stunned.

"Are you scared by this idea?"

"What are you thinking?" I was a little incoherent. "That girl is my sister, Mary." "She's a girl too," Susan laughed. "I thought she was pretty sexy when she was naked last time. Maybe you can let her see if she wants to." "That's crazy."

"It's not as crazy as you think. I guarantee she'll let you see her vulva when you masturbate." She said in a mischievous tone.

"Aren't you going a bit too far? Why would you want my sister to watch me masturbate?" My heart started pounding. I remembered the scene of my sister showering a few months ago. I wanted to see more. She really was a sexy little stunner.

Susan changed the subject: "She knows you've been peeping at her."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"She told me." Susan smiled mischievously. "We talk about everything." "I can't believe it. Mary knows I've been peeping at her. Why would she tell you?" I was so distressed I felt like I was going to kill myself.

“I’m not making this up,” Susan paused, “it’s a fact.” “You’re telling me everything exactly as it is?” My face flushed.

“Two weeks ago, I think it was a Monday night, Mary was changing into her pajamas when she heard some noises outside the window. She knew it was you, so she deliberately exposed her breasts. She has beautiful breasts, but I think you might be more interested in what’s in her panties, right?” “That sounds like a fact.” My pulse quickened.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but her window was open an inch, and you made noise climbing in and out of your bedroom window. She heard it, so she knew it was you." Susan chuckled. "She even heard you unzip your pants. You remember, right? Masturbating outside your sister's window." "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, utterly ashamed. "I can't believe it. Do you know anything else?" "A few days ago, Mary was watching TV when you came home from school. She was wearing a white top without a bra, and for some reason, she deliberately left the top three buttons undone, so her breasts were clearly visible, and you were staring intently at them." "Okay, okay... that's enough." I was completely bewildered. Mary not only knew all my illicit thoughts, but she was also excited about them, or worse, she told Susan everything.

"Do you remember the miniskirt she wore?"

"Yes." I swallowed hard, wishing I could hang up the phone and pound my dick.

“She lent it to me,” Susan smiled thoughtfully. “It’s really short, isn’t it? I remember when your sister wore it, lots of men whistled at her and stared at her. Was she wearing underwear then?” “No.” I released my penis.

“Seems a bit wild?” Susan laughed. “Your sister showed you all of hers, and while you were watching TV during the day, does that get you hard?” “Maybe, but why should I tell you?” I was even more excited.

“Mary and I share all our secrets, we tell each other everything. She told me that your penis was bulging in your shorts, why didn’t you take it out then? Mary really liked that.” “That’s crazy, Susan.” I leaned against the wall, my hand involuntarily grabbing my penis again, rubbing it frantically. “Why…why did you tell me all this?” “Well, for some reason, I deliberately left the door open because I was incredibly jealous every time Mary talked about you, and I wanted to see that too. But when you looked at me and came over, I suddenly realized you might do something drastic, and of course, I thought so myself.” “If that’s true, why did you leave?” I retorted.

"Think about it," her voice sharpened, "I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of hurting Mary. She's my best friend, and I know she desires you more than I do. Put yourself in her shoes, I know she'll be jealous if I did this." "This is ridiculous! Do you know what you're talking about?" My heart pounded. What Susan said was even more unrealistic than my daydreams. The thought of incest slowly rose in my mind.

"Let me tell you a secret: the walls in your room are very thin. Every time you masturbate, Mary can hear the sound of your balls rolling. I've heard it once or twice, when we were sleeping together. She knows you're masturbating, and she knows you're always peeping while you masturbate." "This is so shameful!" My face was probably burning hot enough to cook an egg.

"I find this very interesting. Why don't you look under her bed? Every time she hears you masturbating, she doesn't just lie there..." Susan's voice trailed off until it was completely silent. I heard the signal that she had hung up, and I hung up too.

I stood there, stunned, for about twenty minutes, before heading to Mary's bedroom.

Susan's panties lay still on the dressing table, where I had placed them earlier. I picked them up and pressed them against my face; the scent of her vulva was still strong. My penis throbbed, hard and erect. I pulled down the panties and walked towards my sister's bed, hesitant, but finally knelt down to examine them.

I found two magazines, one was *Penthouse* (a famous American pornographic magazine), the one that had disappeared a few weeks earlier, now on the bed—it was obvious. The other was wrapped in newspaper and placed on top of *Penthouse*.

When I opened it and saw the cover, my blood nearly froze.

The words "True Family Love Stories" appeared before my eyes!

My heart pounded. I opened the cover; it was full of incest stories. There were stories of brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, aunts and uncles, cousins… even incest stories between every possible member of the family.

I started reading. The story wasn't particularly sentimental; and it was quite believable, clearly not written by the same person.

Needless to say, I read the parts about the brother and sister first. Within minutes, my penis was erect.

As I read about a brother and sister making love in the basement, I vigorously masturbated, wondering if Mary wanted to do what the story depicted. I ejaculated soon after, the cleanup process of which I won't go into detail about.

I rummaged under my sister's bed again and found a pair of well-preserved shorts, but when I picked them up, I was startled because a dildo suddenly fell out. I tried to calm myself. Was this what Susan had asked me to find? Did my younger sister use this dildo to have sex with herself when she heard me masturbating?

Mary's shorts were wrapped around my penis, and I rubbed it against her most intimate underwear. The dildo was placed in front of my face; although the scent of her vulva was faint, I could still smell it.

I licked the dildo and then swallowed it. The pungent smell excited me immensely, even though the scent of my sister's vagina was fading, it still drove me wild. I licked it intimately, kissing every inch of the dildo, savoring every trace of my sister's body odor left on the plastic device, as if worshipping it.

After the climax subsided, I climbed into Mary's bed, her panties still covering my penis.

That night, I had many erotic dreams in that bed.

Chapter 3

All morning, I waited impatiently for the phone to ring, but it didn't.

Until noon, the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door for Susan.

To my delight, she was only wearing a summer dress that almost exposed her crotch, and she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her nipples were clearly protruding under the fabric, and the dress was so short it only covered her thighs. I wondered if she was wearing underwear.

"Hi!" she greeted as she came in and went straight to the sofa.

"Hello!" I replied, sitting on the recliner facing her.

She sat very politely, her legs tightly closed, preventing me from seeing anything suggestive. Damn it, she was clearly trying to seduce me.

"Did you look under her bed?"

"Yes." I blushed as I remembered licking the dildo and secretly vowed never to do it again.

"What did you find?" she asked playfully.

"Two magazines: one, 'Penthouse,' which I stole; the other, a collection of incest stories.

Also, I found a dildo."

Susan blinked. "Are you excited?"

"Yes," I stared into her eyes. "I masturbated with her panties." "And then you threw them under the pillow?" Susan smiled and slightly opened her knees. "I know she goes there often." "How long has she been using the dildo?" I lowered my eyes because she wasn't wearing any panties at all, and the tuft of pubic hair between her legs was clearly visible. I licked my lips, wanting to see more.

"Does her using a dildo surprise you?"

"Yes." I clamped my legs around the restless cock. "But she's only nineteen!" "I'm nineteen too!" Susan spread her knees a few inches wider. "Do you think I use a dildo too?" "I don't know. Do you?" I stared at her vulva; the pubic hair was thick, but it couldn't hide her plump labia. Although her labia were fully mature, her vagina was still tight and full of youthful elasticity.

"Yes," Susan grinned mischievously, "this dildo is mine; I lent it out. Now what do you think?" "I think my cock will get bigger and harder." I said, pulling down my zipper and pulling out my erect penis. It throbbed wildly, pulsating with vibrant life, while she watched calmly.

“This is quite a performance,” Susan blushed. “Would you be willing to perform for Mary?” “She’s not sitting in front of me right now, showing me her vulva. But if she were, I think I’d offer her the performance.” I admitted everything, feeling uneasy.

Susan pointed to my crotch. “Then I won’t be the only spectator.” “Don’t you want to see?” “No,” Susan met my gaze, subtly changing the subject. “I dreamt about you last night. Did you dream about me or Mary?” “That’s a silly question.”

“Alright,” Susan giggled. “I can guess what you were thinking last night, but I hope you’ll take some time to think about me too.” “I miss you a lot.” I stroked my balls and vigorously caressed my penis.

She seemed to enjoy watching; her nipples were hard under her clothes, and her labia were swollen, revealing a wet, pink passage like a blooming flower, her clitoris swelling and hardening like a nipple.

"Lift up your skirt."

Susan lifted her legs, placing them on the edge of the sofa. She pulled up her skirt and quickly pulled it off her head. The skirt fell to the floor, and she stood naked in front of me, her hands cupping her nipples, squeezing them to bring the pink tips into my view.

"They're so beautiful!" I licked my lips, imagining how I would lick her large nipples, while simultaneously playing with my penis even faster. "Turn around and let me see your beautifully curved ass." "You're such a pervert!" Susan mocked me, turning around and bending slightly at the waist. Her hands slowly slid down to her buttocks, caressing her buttocks. She enjoyed this for a while before spreading them wide apart.

I whistled at her anus, and as if in return, she bent even lower, displaying her entire delicate vulva before me.

Seeing my lustful gaze roaming between her legs, she moved her hands between them, smiled mischievously at me, and slipped her fingers between her swollen labia. She turned to me, and I almost fainted.

"You have a nice ass too." She clearly knew exactly what a nineteen-year-old boy was thinking. "Your dick is pretty too." Her eyes were fixed on my dick, and I was a little curious. "How many dicks have you seen?" "Four." She laughed. "The first one was the boy who took my virginity, about a year ago. We slept together about twenty times in two weeks, just because I liked it, it's a joke. Another one was a 'beef show' (note: a type of pornographic performance, usually striptease or something), but I couldn't see it very clearly that time. And then there's yours. As for the last one, it's my brother's." "Paul?" I was stunned. "You've seen his?" "Yes, he always peeps at me, and I've peeped at him once or twice. If he knew I was watching him masturbate, he'd be so ashamed." Her eyes gleamed with mischief.

"You saw him masturbate?" I asked, a little suspicious. "He saw it too... I mean... he saw you using a dildo?" "Of course not!" She smiled. "I have absolutely no interest in him." "Okay," I sighed in relief. "But why did you spy on him?" "You're worse than your sister!" Susan sat back on the sofa, spreading her legs wider. "I did it because it was fun. I'm only interested in fun things." My eyes widened at her fully exposed vulva. Her clitoris stood proudly on the pink cleft, her petal-like labia oozing with lustful fluid.

"Why am I worse than my sister?"

“You’re both jealous,” Susan said, sliding her hand down to her vulva, rubbing a finger against her anus before pressing it against her clitoris. “If Mary knew what we were doing, I wonder if she’d be jealous of you or me?” “If she’s jealous of you, I’d be happy to satisfy her, just like I satisfy you,” I chuckled. Her teasing would come at a price; my hips thrust, my penis pounding in my hand. “But if she’s jealous of me, you’re in trouble.” “What do you mean by trouble?” Susan’s face flushed, her fingers probing inside her vulva.

“Oh my god!” My eyes nearly popped out, my breathing heavy. This visual stimulation was a novel pleasure for me; my eyes were glued to it, her earlier comments completely forgotten.

Susan lifted her legs from the sofa and placed them under her buttocks. As she opened her legs again, she exposed her entire vulva. Her hands left her heels, one rubbing her clitoris, the other hand inserting two fingers into her tight, wet vagina. Her fingers moved, the fragrance emanating from her vulva filling the air. Then she withdrew her glistening, wet fingers and put them in her mouth, licking them with seemingly blissful eyes.

Susan looked at me, her gaze dazed, her fingers returning to her crotch and then diving back in, panting as she thrust her fingers in and out. There was something indescribable in her eyes; this wasn't just a crazy game for her, her oblivious masturbation bringing her genuine ecstasy.

Lying on the carpet, my face was less than an inch from her vulva. Under my gaze, she moaned, thrusting her fingers in and out more forcefully, her tight vagina gushing out copious amounts of fluid with each thrust, wetting her pubic hair and dripping onto the sofa.

With such vigorous rubbing of her delicate clitoris, I felt she seemed to be seeking that painful pleasure. Her hands worked in perfect harmony, one stimulating her wet vulva while the other caressed her swollen clitoris. She groaned loudly, her buttocks rising from the sofa, her legs twitching slightly.

Her hands stopped, and she squeezed her clitoris hard, as if trying to press it against her pelvis, her whole body trembling with orgasm. Even though two fingers were still inside her vulva, her vagina was throbbing, releasing a copious amount of lubrication, more than any man could ever hope to achieve.

My face was slanted, my back a little sore, and I frantically masturbated, letting out a loud cry. I orgasmed. My eyes were closed, but I knew my semen was spraying onto her body, a thought that made my orgasm even more intense, and it seemed like it would never end.

The intense impact subsided, and I opened my eyes, looking at the souvenirs on Susan's body. I wanted to go again, but this time I wanted to ejaculate inside her. Susan smiled at me, legs spread wide, and I groaned as I leaned closer, wanting to make her crotch even wetter.

As my penis drew near, Susan's eyes were fixed on me; I knew she wanted it, but the double orgasm had undoubtedly been too intense, and my penis was already limp as it pressed against her slippery vulva.

Her delicate hands tried to make me hard again, but it was futile. I looked at her, disappointed like a boy without a Christmas present.

She laughed, and I laughed too, but not because I found it funny; because I wanted to fuck her, but my penis was too weak.

Susan understood my predicament perfectly; she brought her lips to mine, and we kissed. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and we entwined for several minutes. Susan rolled off me, stood up, picked up her skirt, and put it on right before my eyes.

She looked so innocent and sweet, but I knew beneath it lay her naked body and my selfless gift.

I suddenly wanted her to stay: "Please don't go."

"I have to go." A spark of desire flashed in her eyes.

"Why?"

She winked playfully and replied, "I need to see a doctor."

"See a doctor?"

"Yes," she laughed, "Do you think a nineteen-year-old girl can get birth control pills from somewhere else?" My eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"

"Don't I look serious?" She lifted her skirt, spreading her legs to let me see the white, lustful fluid flowing from her vulva.

"Yes," I stared in surprise, "You're always teasing me." "Teasing you is for your own good." She licked her fingers clean with the fluid we had created together, then quickly licked them clean, smiling wickedly as if she wanted more.

"Oh my god..." My cock started throbbing again. "You'd better go to the doctor right now, or don't blame me for forcing myself on you after I get hard." "Okay," she said, walking towards the door and opening it before turning back. "Should I take the amount of birth control pills for two girls?" "Damn it..." My cock was rock hard, and I chased after her. "...I'm warning you!" Susan ran out of the hallway and into the yard. I followed her, then realized I was completely naked. I stopped and covered myself with my hands. Susan laughed, as if teasing me, and lifted her skirt. If there hadn't been children playing in the neighbor's yard, I would have caught her and taken her right there.

I ran back into the house. She knew I was looking out the window, so she stopped and blew me a kiss before turning the corner and disappearing from my sight.

Chapter Four

It was the middle of the night, and sleepiness was creeping over me. I was feeling a little drowsy.

The door was opened softly, and Mary sneaked into my room. I lay motionless in bed, watching her close the door and stealthily approach me.

My eyes, long accustomed to the darkness, saw her body bathed in a dim halo, her naked form shimmering like some flowing liquid. I held my breath, watching her breasts heave.

She drew closer, standing beside my bed, staring at me for several seconds—I, of course, was pretending to be asleep.

Then her hands reached for her chest, her breathing growing heavier and heavier. She cupped her breasts in her hands, tugging at her coin-sized nipples.

A dark, mysterious triangle shimmered dimly between her legs; she wasn't wearing underwear, and that one glance instantly aroused me.

Mary caressed her breasts for several minutes, then her hands moved down. I waited to see her hands touch her vulva, but they moved a little below her groin. I guessed she knew I was watching; she might have seen the tent in my clothes. Her hands lingered on the inside of my slender thighs, but didn't actually caress my vulva.

Suddenly she knelt down, crawled under my bed, and quickly crawled back out, holding a copy of *Penthouse* magazine. She gave me one last look, then quietly opened the door and left.

I felt a surge of urgency, kicked off the sheets, and started masturbating. Recalling Susan, my penis became unbearably hard, the slight swaying of my swollen testicles between my legs seeming to fill the entire room. I wondered if Mary would join me if she heard.

I woke up late, probably around noon, and prepared to take a shower.

Just as I entered the bathroom, Mary came out, and we collided heavily, almost knocking her over. She grabbed the edge of the bathtub, but let go of the towel covering her body. The towel fell to the floor, revealing her wet, sweet body.

I had never seen her body in broad daylight before. Her breasts were even more lovely than I had imagined, with their plump mounds, flat stomach, and large nipples: the size of thumbnails, even longer than Susan's, all pink and swollen (though she had washed them), clearly indicating her excitement.

I stared blankly for a long time before finally shifting my gaze to her lower body. Thick pubic hair parted to the sides, forming a triangle as if trimmed, and in the dark shadows, her labia stood bare.

Seeing her protruding labia, my eyes widened, especially the forbidden cleft, which captivated me.

"Oh my god!" Mary bent down to pick up a towel. "Watch where you're going." "Sorry." Instead of panicking, she deliberately and slowly wrapped the towel around her chest. My penis hardened, almost bursting through my shorts.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Her eyes were fixed on my shorts, looking at it with great interest. "And you?" she asked me back.

I didn't know why I didn't sleep with her; our parents were both out at work.

While showering, I deliberately left the bathroom door open, touching my penis with soapy hands; I wasn't just showering.

Just as I was about to ejaculate, I heard a sound in the hallway. It must be Mary spying on me. I decided to postpone my climax a bit; that would be much more fun.

At home, Mary always wore light clothing, her firm breasts bouncing all day long. Her clothes were white, and her dark nipples stood out as if they were completely exposed, clearly hard.

I would stare whenever I had the chance, and she knew I was very excited from the bulge between my legs. My penis felt like it was going to tear my shorts to shreds, but in the end, it obediently remained encased in my shorts.

My sister wore even less clothing than me, and every time she sat down, I could peek at her pink labia between her legs. Once, she spread her legs wide, exposing her entire vulva. I almost had a nosebleed looking at her cleft, but she quickly covered it with her clothes, then smiled at me with a look of utter frustration.

Suddenly, I unzipped my shorts, grabbed my penis, and she jumped up, ran back to her room, and closed the door. I couldn't believe it; I had actually been rejected.

Filled with displeasure, I walked back to my bedroom. As I pulled a copy of "Penthouse" from under the bed, I found a pair of shorts. My heart pounded. I realized it was the one I'd left under her pillow; that little rascal hadn't just come for a magazine last night.

I pulled down the shorts and headed towards her room, a little curious to peek at my sister's sweet vulva.

Just as I reached her door, a moan and the lewd, wet sounds of her vulva being penetrated reached my ears.

Mary was only nineteen, Mary was my sister, but she was using that dildo I'd licked.

I not only wanted to fuck her, but I also wanted to see what she was up to. I put my hand on her doorknob and twisted it, opening the door a crack. I held my breath and peered inside. She was lying on her back on the bed, violently rubbing her breasts. I stood by the door and shook my head.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. If sound could kill, I would have been killed right then and there.

The only people who could come in without knocking were my parents. A chill ran down my spine, and I wanted to run back to my bedroom. But at the corner of the living room, I bumped into someone, and I fell to the ground with her on top of me.

"Oh my god!" Susan yelled.

"Sorry." Despite the sincere apology, I didn't want to get up at all. My penis was comfortably pressed between our bodies, so comfortable that I didn't want to move away.

"Can I pause something?" Susan's eyes widened as she realized she was in a predicament. She was naked under her shirt, and my penis was throbbing against her vulva.

"That kind of thing..." I tried to smile. With a quick movement, my penis was inside her unguarded vulva.

The thought drove me crazy. I pressed my lips to hers, and she kissed me back. Our tongues intertwined, and my penis rubbed against the opening of her wet vulva, giving me a dry craving. Her love juices quickly flowed out, dripping onto my balls.

Susan ended the kiss. "Could we pause for a moment?"

"I heard some noises," I said. "I thought Mary was using that dildo." I sat up. Susan's eyes were fixed on my erection. She was probably wondering why I wasn't having this opportunity to do her.

"Mary's door was open. I was shaking my head when you came in. God! I thought you were my mom or dad." "She might be using a dildo." A blush

crept across Susan's face. She sat up. "I can come later if you want. Do you want me to leave?" "Are you serious?" I stared at her. "Of course." She brushed her blonde hair down to her eyes. I couldn't believe my ears or eyes.

She sat there, studying my erection as if it were the most precious thing on earth, and then offered to leave so I could spy on her sister. Her wicked offer overwhelmed me. I dragged her into my bedroom. I closed the door and sat on the bed, ready to get to know her completely.

Susan's hair was very thick, making her look a few years older than she actually was, with a mischievous appearance. Her white top and black mini-skirt were a perfect match; she looked more like a glamorous bombshell than a young schoolgirl.

The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra didn't surprise me; I was just a little disappointed that I couldn't see her nipples.

Her skirt was also very, very short, making it seem as if she wasn't wearing underwear, but I knew she was.

Susan gave me a charming smile: "Talk to me." She saw the desire in my eyes and began to unbutton her top.

"It happened this morning. I bumped into her. I was on my way to the bathroom, and she had just come out. She almost fell, but she managed to steady herself, though her towel fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked in broad daylight. Even though she knew I was staring at her, she slowly and nonchalantly picked up the towel and covered herself.

I was showering with the door open, and I was playing with my penis. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I heard some kind of noise in the living room, and I knew she was peeping. Then we spent the whole day playing a game of cat and mouse, my penis getting harder and harder, and her crotch getting wetter and wetter. I was peeping at her vulva all day, but a few minutes ago she spread her legs too wide, and I got so excited sitting there that I couldn't help but pull out my penis, and just as I did, she ran back to her room." "Why didn't you chase after her?" Susan threw her top on the floor and started taking off her miniskirt.

"At that moment, all I could think about was that I had to fend for myself. I went back to my room and masturbated, but when I took the 'Attic' from under the bed, I found a pair of shorts. You know, the ones I stained and put under her pillow. It was like a last-ditch effort. I took off the shorts and went to her room, but when I got to her door, I heard a sound, you know… the sound of a dildo going in and out of her vagina." "Are you sure you want me to stay?" Susan took off her miniskirt and climbed onto the bed. She stood in front of me like a sex goddess.

"There's only one thing that can make me let you go." I spread my legs and crawled toward her. My hands touched the back of her thighs and her buttocks, pulling her closer.

"What is it?" Susan's hands were around my head as she sat comfortably on me.

I looked at her seriously: "Complete satisfaction."

Her nipples rubbed against my face, and her pubic hair brushed against my lower abdomen. I held her buttocks with both hands and kissed her and every inch of her full breasts.

As I began to lick her nipples, she moaned and willingly put them in my mouth. My hands stroked her back, pulling her closer, our lips intertwined, and she rubbed my penis against her vulva. Her vagina seemed to be the perfect hiding place for my penis, overflowing with vaginal fluid, making both of us wet.

The opening of her vulva touched my glans and took it in, and I thrust upwards, but the slit was too curved, and I couldn't penetrate.

Sensing my arousal, Susan kissed my chest. She gently licked my nipples, and I felt an extraordinary pleasure. Her tongue slid down my navel to my penis, gently biting and licking, then she grasped it with her hand and took the glans into her mouth.

I held her head, her tongue entwining around my glans, and suddenly her mouth pressed down sharply with a "slurp" sound, swallowing my penis all the way down to her throat.

She actually swallowed my entire penis! I couldn't believe it was real.

"Oh my god! Susan," I tried to retain some composure, "where did you learn this trick?" Susan's mouth slowly rose, spitting out my penis. She licked her lips and smiled, "I practiced with a dildo. Am I good?" "Damn, absolutely fantastic!" I laughed and pressed her face down again.

Susan took my penis into her mouth again, licking and sucking vigorously. Her head moved up and down, faster and faster, and I knew I was about to come.

I warned her, but she licked even more vigorously until I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. As I climaxed in her mouth, Susan continued to lick my penis, and before spitting it out, she had already swallowed a lot of semen.

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching her lick my now limp penis clean. This excited me so much that my penis got hard again before she finished licking it.

"It's my turn now." I pushed her onto the bed.

"Oh, please, I can't wait a second longer." She spread her legs wide.

I looked at her vulva, covered in golden pubic hair: a beautiful, wet, and completely open vulva. I inserted a finger into that tight little hole, then pulled it out and tried to put it in my mouth, but Susan intercepted me halfway, taking it into her own mouth.

I watched her lick her own nectar, a glint of lust in her eyes, which excited me even more. She licked my finger clean before guiding it into her love-filled hole.

I leaned to one side, thrusting my finger in and out of her hole while my mouth licked her clitoris. She panted, pressing my head down hard with her hands, her tight flesh gripping my finger, pulsating; I guessed she must have come.

Blindly shoving my finger into her mouth, I sucked hard on her vulva. She licked my finger, while I drank the nectar flowing from her hole. It was wonderful!

My tongue swirled inside her until she climaxed, then I licked her lower abdomen, moving up to her breasts. I sucked on her nipples, wondering why they were still so hard.

Finally, I reached her mouth, and we kissed passionately. As our tongues waltzed in one mouth, I aimed my penis at her cleft, knowing it was time for us to become one.

She guided my glans to her opening, and it slid into a tight, hot hole.

I suddenly wanted to see how I would fuck her, so I knelt down and spread her legs wider.

"Fuck me! Richard," Susan pleaded.

"Yeah, Richard, why don't you fuck her?" Mary's voice came from behind me.

I turned around, still holding Susan's legs. The most embarrassing thing happened: my sister was standing in the doorway watching us. She was completely naked, leaning against the doorpost as if she had been watching for hours.

“Alright,” Mary brushed her bangs aside, “don’t make me interrupt your precious time, continue! I hope you don’t mind me watching.” My face was flushed with embarrassment, a glint of light flashing in my eyes, but I couldn’t shake off Susan, because my penis seemed to have become one with her vagina.

Mary came in and pulled up a chair on the edge of the bed. Her erect nipples were sticking out, and she spread her legs wide, her hairless labia revealing her wetness, a result of her complete lack of precaution.

“Continue, you two,” she said in a lustful and teasing voice, “let me watch a sex show, I’ve never seen my brother fuck a bitch before.” “I’m not a bitch being fucked!” Susan retorted, but she seemed to have forgotten that my penis was inside her vagina.

Mary grinned, then placed her hands on the inside of her knees, her impatient fingers slowly creeping up her smooth thighs until they reached her soaked labia. With her other hand, she touched her breasts, her fingertips slowly teasing her nipples. They hardened under her care, and she gracefully licked her lips, then smiled.

"Looks wetter, brother. I never imagined I'd see you fucking my best friend Susan. If you can give me a good show, maybe I'll let you see real sex!" Her fingers traced the outline of her labia, suddenly disappearing between them.

I swallowed hard; I couldn't do it as well as she did with the attic girls I'd been with. I wanted to pin her down, letting her fingers caress my cock.

"Bingo!" Mary cupped her breasts, proudly showing me her pink, erect nipples. "Let me get hot, brother, I'll thank you handsomely!" This was a side of my sister I'd never seen before. She sat there, hands on her bare breasts, fingers teasing her glistening vulva, swearing at us… that was enough to drive me crazy.

If she wanted to watch us fuck, well, fucking, we'd let her watch! I turned to Susan, and my sister immediately focused her attention on us.

I kissed her lips gracefully, though I wasn't quite sure what to do, but our tongues naturally intertwined, endlessly entwining. Slowly, almost deliberately, my penis began to move within her wet, hot vagina, causing our mons pubis to collide. Susan let out a triumphant cry, and we began to do it.

Mary was no longer sitting in the chair; she knelt beside us, a hard, hot nipple rubbing against my arm, and my body trembled as if electrocuted. I looked at her; her face was flushed with excitement, and lust flickered in her eyes.

The wet, murky sounds came from Susan's vagina, but I didn't pay much attention, only continuing to thrust my penis.

Mary grabbed my testicles with her hand: "Oh, oh, brother's is so cute here, just like a cock. You can have any girl you want, as long as you show them this big cock." Burning with lust, I didn't say a word. She smiled and began rhythmically squeezing my testicles. I didn't know if her hand felt the same as Susan's vagina, but it was a unique stimulation. My thrusts became more intense and deeper.

Susan lay there calmly, thinking about her sister seeing us having sex and calling her a bitch. But this calm was quickly shattered by my increasingly violent movements. Her hot little hole tightly gripped my cock, and she twisted to match my thrusts.

"Oh... I'm going to die, Richard... your cock is making me orgasm!" Susan sighed.

I stopped, afraid that if I continued thrusting, I would also orgasm.

"Go for it! Brother, fuck her hard!" Mary understood my hesitation. She whispered in my ear, her words etched into my soul: "Just go for it, don't worry." I raised my hand, while Susan gripped my buttocks tightly. I thrust my cock into her near-orgasmic vagina with all my might. She jumped up and down, twisting wildly, my cock pumping fiercely until the first ejaculation erupted deep inside her.

I groaned as I ejaculated violently, my sister laughing beside me, squeezing my balls, wanting me to release the last drop of semen.

"Now's the perfect time," Mary said mischievously. She separated Susan and made me lie on my back, straddling my buttocks and pulling Susan up with me.

By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. Like a hunting eagle, Susan's dripping, wet vagina was pressed against my mouth. I reluctantly swallowed the flowing fluid, even though it came from a beautiful vulva.

"Eat her, brother!" Mary wriggled, pressing her vulva against my limp penis.

The warm fluid dripped onto my tongue, and it tasted delicious! I opened my mouth wide, begging Susan to press her vulva down harder. I gulped down the fluid,

my tongue still sticky even when Mary pushed Susan away from my face. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, licking up my and Susan's fluids. She gripped my penis, roughly stroking it, her naked breasts rubbing against my chest.

"I've never seen anything like this before!" Mary gasped. "I thought I'd seen it all." Could someone her age have seen everything? I didn't know, but Mary's technique was really lacking.

I wondered what her next move would be: she seemed to like being in control. She continued kissing me, but her eyes kept wandering downwards. I got hard again, and her fingers circled around me, as if to prove her superior skill.

After giving me one last kiss, she moved down my neck and chest, my nipples as hard as hers, which she licked and sucked, even biting lightly.

This made me moan wildly, not in pain, but filled with pleasure. My hands grasped her breasts, which were as beautiful as I had imagined, firm and incredibly elastic, my fingers circling her hardened nipples.

Mary continued down, and I knew she had my penis in her mouth, her lips engulfing nearly an inch of the glans.

"This is the best way to make a boy orgasm!" she licked her lips and swallowed my penis.

I heard her breathing softly, but she didn't hesitate, holding my penis until it reached the back of her throat. I don't know how my sister swallowed my penis, but she did a fucking good job.

Susan sat up, caressing her own vulva. Clearly, the scene before her excited her, even though she had only recently orgasmed from my cock; her vulva was now revived.

She touched herself more and more vigorously, becoming wetter and more wanton, her eyes conveying naked desire as she watched Mary suck my cock.

My sister was wolfing it down, soothing my cock with her mouth and throat. She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with smug pride, yet she feigned modesty. Her tongue entwined tightly around it, her hands constantly playing with my testicles, her throat seemingly bottomless, swallowing my cock deeper and deeper. If I didn't come again in ten seconds, I might die. Indeed, I had no doubt about that.

My testicles exploded, spurting a large amount of semen from my long cock, pouring into Mary's throat, which she swallowed without hesitation. She didn't blink, though a haughty smile played on her lips as she swallowed my semen.

Gasping for breath, Mary gasped for air, and I continued to caress her breasts at her urging, while she spread her legs wide. The scent of her aroused body danced in my mind; soon, I would be fucking my own sister.

One hand caressed her crotch, my fingers sliding into the center of her body, slippery love juice gushing from the opening. It seemed this was my moment of triumph; my sister was excited by sucking my cock.

"Sister, didn't you say you'd let me see real sex?" I reminded her.

Mary smiled, a bubble forming between her lips, drooping down her chin, but she held it back with her fingertips. "Here," she said, extending the ball of liquid towards Susan, who opened her mouth and licked it.

"Should we show him real sex?"

Susan blushed. "Are you sure? I'm afraid you're joking, but..." I didn't know what they were talking about until Mary pressed her face between Susan's legs. My sister's tongue slid into Susan's vagina, and I watched breathlessly.

Lying on her back, Susan's blue eyes gleamed with lust; she surrendered to this pleasure.

Mary adopted a 69 position, licking her vagina, while Susan's tongue licked hers. Without any awareness, I felt as if I didn't exist; I wasn't prepared to see this at all.

They licked each other's vaginas, my penis throbbing, Mary passionately grabbing it, still licking her closest friend's vagina. Susan began to moan loudly; she was about to faint, but my sister was still jumping for joy like a dog eating from its favorite bowl.

Finally, Mary looked at Susan's golden vulva and had me lie on the bed. "Now I need you," she said, straddling me and leaning back, pressing her pink nipples against my face. She licked them with her lips and tongue, while I took one of her nipples into my mouth.

Mary sighed and aimed her vulva at my erect penis, pausing her wet slit in mid-air before plunging me into her swamp, swallowing my entire penis.

Her vulva was even more agile than her mouth, swallowing my penis, the vaginal flesh squeezing it. I never imagined a girl could possess such a magnificent vagina. We kissed each other as we fucked, and of course, we shared Susan's vulva with our mouths.

I wanted Susan to sit on my face while my sister stroked my penis, but when I looked at her, she was gone. I guess she could go out now, her wet vulva and naked body under her shirt, of course, strolling around in that super short mini-skirt.

Mary sensed my excitement and her movements became faster and faster, trying her best to bring me to orgasm.

Finally, I screamed and experienced the most intense orgasm of the day in my sister's almost-broken vagina.

Just as Mary withdrew her vulva from my penis and moved it to my face, I confidently knew what she wanted to do and didn't hesitate to take a big gulp. Our uniquely flavored mixture flooded my mouth, and just as her vulva left my lips, my penis almost became hard again.

It was time for our parents to come home, so we had to stop this crazy game.

After I kissed Mary goodbye, she reluctantly went back to her room.

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