Wild Days

Wild Days ( original work

: Rickett ; translation : 1976xyg

)
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... xyg warns all perverts: Sexual intercourse can "result in death," so please don't mess around. Sexual intercourse can lead to "contracting" (i.e., contracting sexually transmitted diseases), so please think carefully before having sex. This article can be reposted , but please retain the above paragraph. ——————————————————————————————————— —－Chapter One ——— ... The next morning, I got up and removed the weeds. It was about ten o'clock when I was done. It felt really good to be responsible. During a long, hot bath, I focused all my attention on my young, thirsty penis. I didn't masturbate, though I really wanted to. Just as I stepped out of the bathtub, the doorbell rang. Someone in town knew my parents and sister had gone to the beach, so I guessed it was a friend of mine. I grabbed a towel, still wet on my chest, and went to the front door. When I opened it, I saw Susan. She seemed to have made plans with my sister for the weekend, but her outfit was incredibly avant-garde ; the amount of fabric covering her body was less than what was exposed. Of course, I didn't mind. At fifteen , her petite body was wearing a very tight-fitting dress—the shortest I had ever seen. Susan was a tall, slender blonde girl with long, beautiful legs. She had a perfect butt , pear-shaped breasts, and light brown 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 sunbathing regularly together, and once you saw her in a bikini , you never wanted 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 made me erect. I'd rather get an erection looking at her in a bikini 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 sixteen, and my six-inch penis, like a venomous snake ready to strike, was engorged and throbbing under my towel . At first, it tried to pop out, but because the towel was too big, it could only form a noticeable tent. When Susan saw it, her eyes widened. I was a little distressed and embarrassed, bending over to try and cover this indecent sight. After a few painful minutes, my engorged penis slipped out from under the towel, standing there stiffly. Perhaps because of Susan's attention, it now looked seven inches or even longer. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were Paul." The towel slipped down, and I grabbed it tightly. I tried in vain to cover my erect penis with my hands, trying to retain the last bit of 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 moment, then looked up at me again. "No, she didn't tell me. Why would she tell me? It shouldn't concern me, right ?" A jumble of thoughts flooded my mind; only I knew the details of each daydream. “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 thought so too.” It seemed my condition affected Susan as well; her nipples were very swollen, like ripe cherries protruding beneath the thin fabric. I stood there, barely managing to suppress the urge to indulge myself and touch her. Somehow, maybe one day I would overcome this fear, but for now, just seeing and thinking was 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 she wasn’t wearing underwear. My penis throbbed under the towel, yearning to break through the fabric.

I forced my hand into her lovely labia. I wondered if she was aroused like me.

"All done."

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

"All done." Her clear voice brought me back to the undeniably real present. Susan giggled
, seemingly unbothered by my staring: "Can I come in and get my bikini?"

"Oh! Um, of course." I stepped aside.

As Susan passed me, her breasts bounced, her round, pert buttocks swaying beneath her clothes
.

I closed the door and watched her walk through the living room, almost fainting, until 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 bedroom door swung
open, 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 and preening.

Then something unexpected happened. She put the bikini aside and started taking off her clothes. 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. Her face held
a pleasure I had never seen before. Finally, she stared blankly at herself in the mirror, rubbing her breasts. Then her hand moved my
gaze; she was probably taking off her shorts, but unfortunately, I couldn't see it.

A few minutes later, I realized she wasn't taking off her shorts. Forcibly suppressing the urge to rush over and subdue her
, I tossed the towel aside and began masturbating.

Susan raised a hand to her mouth, licking her fingers with relish. I collapsed onto
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 chest, her eyes closed in pleasure, her fingers frantically twisting her nipples. Even as her fingers
moved to near the shoulders of the bikini, her eyes remained closed. The small bikini barely covered the area
around , leaving most of the bulges 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 truly confusing moment. She must have wanted to know how long I'd been watching her, and I wanted to know
when 'd finally 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, curious. I slowly stroked my penis, completely unsure
of what to do next.

Susan must have understood my thoughts. She reached behind her back and pulled off her bikini bra, revealing her beautiful
breasts, just like mine. We stared at each other. I masturbated faster and faster,
while she kneaded her breasts violently as we slowly walked towards my sister's room. Susan looked at me with pleading eyes, consumed by
lust , and I completely misinterpreted 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 her beautiful buttocks.

"If you didn't believe me, you would have run away long ago," I continued, stroking my throbbing penis.
"Turn around and let me see your breasts."

Susan hesitated, then turned around, letting the bikini bra fall to the ground. She whispered,
"I must be crazy. You'd better not do anything drastic."

"I'm crazy too." The intense throbbing of orgasm was destroying everything inside me, and my knees went weak.

"Why?"

"I actually promised I only wanted to look at you." My buttocks started shaking 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, 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.

"Do you need to lie down and rest?" Susan gestured towards the bed, her voice tinged with
concern .

"Oh, God...oh, God...oh, God!" I murmured, teetering on the
edge of eternal bliss.

The joy intensified; I anticipated an incredibly powerful climax.

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

"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 about to come in a few seconds, please let me see, let me see your vulva!"

"Go to hell!" Susan was a little annoyed, her hand gripping the cloth tightly: "I know you
won't keep your word."

"Yes, please!" The first wave of climax had arrived, the desire to see her vulva overwhelmed
everything ; I wanted to see her vulva with all my heart: "Hurry! 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, as if trying 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. She parted her labia with her fingers, gently
caressing her clitoris.

My eyes were fixed on that secret place; her clitoris stood there proudly like a sword sheath. My fingers slid
between her inner 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 between her legs, her hands opening her vulva wide, and I gazed at her hidden, tight
pink cave.

Just then, orgasm overwhelmed my senses. My penis ejaculated its first spurt, 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, it just flowed out, then I trembled and mustered my strength again, ejaculating
onto the wall once more.

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 only recently 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 ———

... "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 injured?" " 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 are. I've never seen a prettier girl than you." " I'm only fifteen." "I'm only sixteen 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. 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 as big as theirs, you'll grow bigger." "My mom's 37." " Then you'll definitely grow that big too, I guarantee it." "What do you think of my nipples?" "They're the most beautiful I've ever seen. I really want to lick them, but of course, I'd 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 cock was getting hard. "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 does that mean?" "It means, 'yes' means I am indeed teasing you; and 'no' means I'm really too tired."

"Too tired?" I tried to convince her. "I thought you were joking, that you were just playing with me."

"So 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 floors."

"Okay, okay," I laughed too. "I just wanted you to know I
felt .

" "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 seen a girl masturbate?

" "No." I had to soothe my throbbing, aching penis with my hand. My mind was already filled with images of
Susan masturbating; I was completely lost in this fantasy. "Would you do it for me?

" "I don't know," her voice was weak. "I've never thought about these things." "

Why?" I pressed 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 while I masturbate," I suggested. "We can watch each other."

"Why won't you give up?" 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 again, “You
don’t think about anything but sex, 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 stammered, a little incoherent. "That girl is my sister, Mary."

"She's a girl too," Susan laughed. "I thought she was pretty
sexy Maybe you can let her see if she wants.

" "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 . The image of my sister showering a few months ago flashed through my mind. I wanted to see more; she was indeed
a sexy little stunner.

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

"What?" I exclaimed.

“She told me,” Susan said with a playful smile. “We talk about everything.”

“I can’t believe Mary knew I was peeping at her. Why would she tell you?” I was so distressed I felt like
killing myself.

“I’m not making this up,” Susan paused. “It’s a fact.”

“Did she tell you everything exactly as it was?” 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 were probably more interested in seeing what was in her underwear, 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 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 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 and pound my dick.

"She lent it to me," Susan smiled thoughtfully. "It was really short, wasn'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 this is 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 is absurd! Do you know what you're saying?" My heart pounded. What Susan said
was even more unrealistic than my daydreams, and 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 testicles rolling. I've heard it once or twice, when we slept together. She knows you masturbate,
and she knows you always masturbate while peeping." "

This is utterly shameful!" My face was probably burning hot enough to cook an egg.

"I find this very interesting. Why don't you go check under her bed?
She doesn't just lie there when she hears you masturbating..." Susan's voice trailed off until it was completely silent. The receiver
gave , and I hung up too.

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

Susan's panties were still lying quietly 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 my shorts 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 , 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 "A Collection of True Family Love Stories" were right before my eyes!

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

I started reading. The stories weren't particularly sensational; and they seemed quite credible, clearly not written by
the same person.

Needless to say, I started with the stories about brothers and sisters. Within minutes, my penis was
erect .

As I read about a brother and sister having sex in the basement, I vigorously masturbated, wondering
if Mary also wanted to do what the stories depicted. Soon after, I ejaculated; the cleanup afterwards is
another story.

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

? Mary's shorts were wrapped around my penis, and I rubbed it against her most intimate underwear. The
dildo was placed on my face. Although the scent of her vagina was very faint, I could still smell
it.

I licked the dildo and then swallowed it. That scent excited me inexplicably. Although
the scent of my sister's vagina was fading, it still fascinated and drove me crazy. I licked and kissed every inch of the dildo with
the intimacy , savoring
all the lingering scent of my sister's body on the plastic dildo.

After the climax subsided, I climbed into Mary's bed, her panties still covering my penis, of course. That night , I had

many erotic dreams in that bed . ———

... Her nipples were clearly protruding under the fabric, and her skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs; I wondered if she was wearing underwear. "Hi!" she greeted as she walked in and went straight to the sofa. "Hello!" I replied, sitting on the recliner facing her. She sat very politely, her legs tightly closed, so I couldn't see anything. Damn it, she was clearly trying to seduce me. "Did you look under her bed?" "Yes." I blushed as I remembered licking a dildo and secretly vowed never to do it again . "What did you find?" she asked playfully. “Two magazines: one is ‘Penthouse,’ which I stole; the other is 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 threw it under the pillow?” Susan laughed, opening her knees slightly. “I know she goes there often.” “How long has she been using a dildo?” I lowered my eyes, because she wasn’t wearing any panties, 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 my restless penis. “But she’s only fifteen!” “I’m fifteen too!” Susan spread her knees a few inches further. “Do you think I use a dildo too ?”

"I don't know. Do you use one too?" I stared at her vulva; the pubic hair was very thick, but it
couldn't cover her two 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 think?

" "I think my cock will get bigger and harder." I said, pulling down my zipper and taking 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 really did
, I think I'd offer her the performance." I confessed everything, feeling uneasy.

Susan pointed to my crotch: "Then I won't be the only spectator."

"Don't you want to watch?"

"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 very much." I stroked my balls and vigorously caressed my penis.

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

"Lift up your skirt."

Susan lifted her legs and placed them on the edge of the sofa. She pulled up her skirt and then 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 nipples 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 response, she bent even lower,
displaying her entire delicate vulva before me.

As my lustful gaze roamed between her legs, she moved her hand between them,
smiled mischievously at me, and slipped her fingers between her swollen labia. She turned her face towards me, and I almost fainted.

"You have a nice ass too." She clearly understood what the sixteen-year-old boy was thinking. "Your
dick is pretty too."

Her eyes were fixed on his penis, and I was a little curious. "How many dicks have you seen?"

"Four," she said with a laugh. "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' (a type of pornographic performance, usually a striptease), 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 as I looked 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 to her vulva,
rubbing 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
smiled ; 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 fixed there, completely forgetting her earlier comments
.

Susan lifted her legs off 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 rubbed her clitoris, while two fingers of the other hand
were inserted into her tight, wet opening. 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, seemingly enjoying it immensely
, her eyes half-closed.

Susan looked at me dazedly, her fingers returning to her crotch and then diving back into her opening, panting as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out
.

There was something indescribable in her eyes; for her, this wasn't just a crazy game, but a
genuine, intoxicating state of mind brought on by her oblivious masturbation.

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

The small clitoris was being rubbed so vigorously; I felt she seemed to be trying to experience that painful
pleasure . Her hands worked in perfect harmony, one stimulating her wet vulva while the other caressed
her swollen clitoris. She moaned loudly, her buttocks lifting off the sofa, her legs twitching slightly.

Her hands stopped moving; she squeezed her clitoris hard, as if trying to press it against her pelvis,
her whole body trembling with orgasm. Although two fingers were still inside her vulva, her vagina was throbbing,
releasing a copious amount of love fluid, far exceeding what a man could produce.

My face was slanted, and my back ached a little. I frantically masturbated and cried
out . I climaxed. My eyes were closed, but I knew my semen was spraying onto her body, and that thought made
my orgasm even more intense, and it seemed like it would never stop.

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

As my penis approached, Susan's eyes were fixed on me. I knew she wanted it, but there was no doubt
that the double orgasm was too intense; my penis was already limp when it touched her slippery vulva.

Her slender hands tried to make me hard again, but it was in vain. I looked at her,
disappointed like a boy who hadn't received a Christmas present.

She laughed, and I laughed too, but not because I found it funny; because I wanted to have 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 dress, 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.

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

"I have to go," she said, a glint of desire in her eyes.

"Why?"

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

"See a doctor?"

"Yes," she laughed, "otherwise, do you think a fifteen-year-old girl could get
birth control pills ?"

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, sticky 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 penis throbbed 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 penis was erect, 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 my body 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 ———

... Then her hands reached for her chest, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier. She grasped her breasts with both 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 made my penis hard. 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 crotch. I guessed she knew I was watching; she probably saw the tent in my shirt. Her hands touched the inside of her slender thighs a few times, but didn't actually caress her 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 desire, kicked off the sheets, and began to masturbate. Recalling my time with Susan, my penis grew unbearably hard, the soft swaying of my swollen testicles between my legs seeming to fill the entire room. I wondered, if Mary heard this, would she join in the masturbation ?

**

I woke up late, it was probably around noon, and I was about to take a shower.

Just as I entered the bathroom, Mary came out, and we bumped into each other so hard she almost fell. She grabbed the edge of
the tub , but let go of the towel covering her body. The towel fell to the floor,
revealing her wet, sweet body.

I had never seen anything like it before. Her breasts were bulging
, her flat stomach flat, and her large nipples: the size of thumbnails, even
longer than Susan's, all pink and swollen (though she had washed them), unmistakably
indicating her arousal.

I stared at her for a long time before finally shifting my gaze to her genitals. 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 the confines of my shorts.

"Are you alright?"

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

" she countered.

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

**********
...

My sister's clothes were even less revealing than mine, and every time she sat down, I could peek at her pink labia. Once, she spread her legs wide, exposing her entire vulva. I almost had a nosebleed looking at her cleft, but she quickly covered herself with her clothes and then smiled at me, looking utterly dejected. 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 I'd been rejected. Filled with resentment, I went back to my bedroom. When I took 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 guy hadn't just come for a magazine last night. I took off my shorts and went to her room, a little curious to peek at my sister's sweet vulva. Just as I reached her door, a moan and the wet, lewd sound of her vagina being penetrated reached my ears. Mary was only fifteen, my sister, but she was using the dildo I had licked. I not only wanted to have sex with her, but I also wanted to see what she was up to. I twisted the doorknob, opening the door a crack, and held my breath as I 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 front door open and close. If sound could kill, I would have been killed 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 hallway, I bumped into someone, and I fell to the ground with her on top of me. "Oh my God!" Susan screamed. "Sorry." Despite the sincere apology, I had no desire to get up. 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 her 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 against hers, and she kissed me back, our tongues entwined . My penis rubbed against the opening of her wet vulva, satisfying my craving. Her 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 with her. "Mary's door was open, and I was shaking my head when you came in. God! I thought you were my mom or dad." "She might be using a dildo." Susan blushed and 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, and I couldn't believe my ears or eyes. She sat there, examining my erection as if it were the most precious thing on earth, and offered to leave so I could spy on her sister. Her wicked suggestion overwhelmed me, and I dragged her into my bedroom.

I closed the door and sat on the bed, ready to get to know her thoroughly.

Susan's hair was very thick, making her look a few years older than she actually was, a mischievous
appearance.

Her white blouse 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 hunger in my eyes and began
to unbutton her blouse.

"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 my eyes were on her body, 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 sound in the living room, and I knew she was peeping. Then we spent the whole day playing a
game of tag, my penis getting harder and harder, and her crotch getting wetter and wetter. I had been peeping at her vulva all day
, but a few minutes ago she spread her legs too wide, and I was sitting there watching so excitedly that I
couldn't help but pull out my penis. And just as I pulled out my penis, 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 before 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 as I pulled her closer.

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

I looked at her seriously: "Completely satisfied."

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

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

Her vulva enveloped my glans and took it in. I thrust upwards suddenly, 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 it. She grabbed it with her hand
and then took the glans into her mouth.

I held her head, her tongue entwining around my glans. Suddenly, her mouth slammed down, making a "slurp
" sound, swallowing my penis all the way down to her throat.

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

"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 it vigorously. Her head moved up and down, faster
and faster. I knew I was about to come.

I warned her, but she licked even more enthusiastically until I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. As I climaxed in her mouth, Susan continued licking my penis, swallowing a considerable amount of semen
before spitting it out . I propped myself up on my elbows, watching her lick my now-soft penis clean. This excited me so much that my penis hardened again before she finished. "It's my turn now," I said, pushing her onto the bed. "Oh, please, I can't wait a second longer," she pleaded, spreading 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 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 flicker of lust in my eyes that only fueled my excitement. She licked my finger clean, then guided it into her wet, love-filled hole. I leaned to one side, thrusting my finger in and out of her, while simultaneously sucking on her clitoris. She gasped , pressing my head down with her hands, her tight, pulsating vagina gripping my finger; I knew she was coming. Blindly shoving my finger into her mouth, I sucked hard on her vulva. She licked my finger, while I savored the nectar flowing from her. 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 danced , I aimed my penis at her cleft, knowing that now was the time for us to become one.

She guided my glans to her opening, and then 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'd been watching for hours.

"Okay," Mary brushed her bangs, "don't make me interrupt your time, go on
! I hope you don't mind me watching."

My face flushed with embarrassment, a glint in my eye, but I couldn't shake Susan off completely, because
my penis felt like it had become one with her vagina.

Mary walked in and pulled up a chair on the edge of the bed. Her erect nipples pointed outwards, and she
spread wide, her hairless labia revealing her wetness—a result of her complete lack of preparation.

"Go on, you two," she said in a lustful and teasing voice, "Let me see 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.

Mary grinned foolishly, 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.

"It seems 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 , suddenly disappearing between them.

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

"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, fine, fucking 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, warm vagina, causing our mons pubis to collide. Susan let out a triumphant cry, and we began to do
it .

Mary was no longer sitting on 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, 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 her hand felt the same as Susan's vagina, but it was a special kind of stimulation
. My thrusts became more intense and deeper.

Susan lay there calmly, thinking about my 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 wrapped around 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, and 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, and my cock pumped 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 laughed 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, juicy vagina was pressed against my mouth. I reluctantly swallowed the flowing fluid,
even though it came from a beautiful vulva.

"Eat her, brother!" Mary writhed, 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 bodily 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 don't know, but Mary's skills are really not that great.

I was curious about her next move: she seemed to like being in control. She continued kissing me, but
her eyes kept drifting 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;
they were as beautiful as I had imagined, firm and incredibly elastic, my fingers
circling her hardened nipples.

Mary continued downwards, and I knew she had taken my penis into 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, taking my penis into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat
. I don't know how my sister managed to swallow my cock, 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 alive again.

She touched herself harder and harder, becoming wetter and more wanton, her eyes speaking volumes of 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 smug pride, yet she feigned modesty. Her tongue entwined tightly, her hands
constantly playing with my balls, her throat seemingly bottomless, swallowing my cock deeper and deeper.
If I didn't come again in ten seconds, I might die. I certainly had no doubt about that.

My balls exploded, spurting a torrent of semen from my long penis, pouring straight
down , which she swallowed without hesitation. She didn't blink, though a hint of arrogant
smile played on her lips as she consumed my semen.

Gasping for breath, Mary gasped for air, and I continued to caress her
breasts , while she spread her legs wide. The scent of her awakened lust danced wildly in my mind; in a moment, I
would be fucking my own sister.

One hand caressed her hips, 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 aroused by sucking my penis.

"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 liquid ball towards Susan, who opened her mouth to lick 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 vulva, while Susan's tongue teased hers. Completely unaware
, as if I didn't exist, I wasn't prepared to see this.

They licked each other's vulvas, my penis throbbing, Mary passionately grabbing it as
she continued licking her closest friend's vulva. Susan began to moan loudly, she was about to faint, but
my sister was still as excited as 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. Licking with her lips and
tongue , 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,
then plunging me into her swamp, swallowing my entire penis.

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

I wanted Susan to sit on my face while my sister played with 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, wearing that super short mini-skirt strolling around.

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 .

Just as Mary withdrew her vulva from my penis and moved it to my face, I was confident that she
wanted to do it, and I didn't hesitate to take big bites. Our uniquely flavored mixture flooded my
mouth, and just as her vulva left my lips, my penis almost got hard again.

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

After Mary and I kissed goodbye, she reluctantly returned to her room . " The

End "

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