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[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
The root of the problem was that my surrogate father and I never got along. That’s putting it mildly. I call him surrogate because he was not my biological father and–he never married my mother. I said, putting it mildly because, after he came on the scene, I was constantly in minor trouble with the law to spite and antagonize him.
You see, I was five and my sister, Roberta, was barely two when my real father died in a car crash in 1945. By the time I reached ten, Shithead, as I called him, had enough. I was unceremoniously shipped off to a Virginia military school for young boys where I spent the next seven years and where I finished the equivalent of grammar school and high school.
I never got back home. Shithead would not allow it. Mother hit the bottle two years after Shithead moved in and was never the same again. Two years before I finished the academy, mother was killed in a hit and run accident as she wobbled home from a tavern one night. Shithead disappeared.
How did I know all this without ever going home? Simple. Roberta wrote to me quite often. She was placed in foster care less than two years after Shithead moved in after neighbors complained about all the noise and problems and after people found out Shithead was chasing my sister around the bedroom. He never caught her, thank God.
Roberta was adopted out of foster care at age eleven and grew up somewhere in Iowa. She found the address of the academy I attended before she was pulled from mother’s care. She wrote to me until her adoption and then the letters quickly petered out. She didn’t remember a lot about me as she was only seven when I left. I lost track of her after that.
Graduation week at the academy was hectic. John, my best buddy at the academy said, “Robert, you’re eighteen by several months and never been laid. It’s time we helped you get that done.”
“We,” was John and the three others I buddied with. All four of them were “experienced,” and constantly lamented the fact that I wasn’t.
John went on, “We have all chipped in and bought you a woman for tonight–all night.” He handed me a slip of paper as he continued, “All you have to do is show up at this address at seven tonight.”
“Shit, guys, I don’t know about this.”
“Well, we do. If necessary, we’ll escort you to her door. We intend to see you through this.”
There were hearty guff haws all around. It was Saturday night and the academy was liberal with weekend passes, at least for seniors. I didn’t think there was anyway I was going to get out of this one.
Come seven, since I still appeared to be dragging my heels too much, I was delivered to the door by my gang. Only after the door opened and I stepped in did the car speed away.
A gorgeous woman who appeared to be somewhere between thirty-five and forty-five stood before me. Thirty to thirty-five, I mentally corrected myself as I looked her over up close.
“Hello, Robert. My name is Lila. Welcome to my home. Would you like something to drink?”
“Uh, b, beer, I guess.”
When Lila brought my beer and some wine for herself, she sat on the sofa across from me. I was sitting in a chair. Her perfume was intoxicating. Her deep cleavage on full display was maddening. Her bare legs, exposed to mid thigh by her short skirt was–well, that was indescribable.
While we chatted, mostly Lila asking me questions, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. This made her skirt ride up even further, exposing her unclad bush. I perspired even more and the bulge in my pants was growing painful. Lila bent forward to pick up a napkin she dropped. In the process, she fully exposed her 36Cs unfettered by a bra.
When she sat back up, she asked, “Do you like what you see, Robert?”
All hesitation seemed to drop away as I answered, “Yes, I really do.”
“Then why don’t you come over here and sit beside me?” I sad down beside her and placed my right arm on the back of the sofa behind her. She immediately grabbed my left hand, slid it down her loose fitting top, and placed it squarely on her left tit.
“Do you like the feel of that, Robert?”
My answer was to caress her tit and squeeze her already erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Does what I’m doing to it feel good to you?”
Before she could utter a reply, I leaned in and kissed her deeply on her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue began to probe my lips. It took me long enough to get the idea and open my mouth. Lila uttered a deep moan. My tongue met hers and our two tongues danced.
Lila broke our kiss at last and said, “You do catch on quickly, my boy, yes indeed you do.”
Growing still bolder, I withdrew my hands and started tugging the bottom bursa escort of her top up. She raised her arms to help and I tugged the top off and dropped it on the floor. She was now naked from the waist up.
I just stared for a bit at her luscious tits. Perfect globes with only the tiniest bit of sag as yet. Large aureola capped those wonderful melons with long, erect nipples jutting from their centers. My mouth had a mind of its own. It just dropped onto the nearest nipple and I sucked and licked with abandon.
My right hand played with her hair at the nape of her neck while my left hand found the other nipple and went to work on it. Lila moaned some more. Her left hand had found the bulge in my pants and was caressing it over top of the cloth.
Lila whispered, “John told me you were inexperienced. Doesn’t seem that way to me.” She squeezed hard on my bulge and I moaned.
My hand dropped from Lila’s tit to her belly and caressed her navel. I slipped the hand still lower, sliding it beneath the waistband of her skirt to her bushy mound. Her legs parted to allow me access.
Lack of experience or not, what to do just seemed to come naturally as the action progressed. My middle finger was sliding up and down her crevice, getting very wet in the process. Lila moaned even more.
Suddenly, I withdrew my both hands from her.
“What? What are y…”
I cut her off by grabbing hold of her skirt and literally ripping it off her body. I forced her on her back and placed one leg up on the sofa back and the other on the floor. My mouth dived for the bush. My tongue now replaced my finger in her very wet crevice.
“My God,” moaned Lila. I thought you were inexperienced.”
That was the second time she said that and it would not be the last time. Her hips were slowly undulating up and down in no time flat. I added a finger below my tongue. It found the opening to her pussy and sunk in full length. I rotated and agitated the finger in all directions. I added a second and then a third finger to the mix.
I thought she was going to come off the couch. Lila just really humped my tongue and fingers, grinding away with real force. I guess she liked what I was doing to her body. Her nectar tasted just great to me, but then, I had nothing to compare it to so far as other women. She was my first.
Lila suddenly climaxed, long and hard. My mouth and nose got drenched. I couldn’t lap it all up quickly enough.
“Oh my God,” she sighed.
I moved up and kissed her again, sharing her own nectar with her.
“That’s sexy,” she mumbled.
For various reasons, I had dressed in “civvies” for the night. That was a white cotton tee and jeans. Lila gripped the bottom of the tee and pulled over my head, breaking our kiss.
She pushed me up and back down onto the sofa. My jeans quickly came off at her tugging. The BVD’s went with the jeans. My seven inch tool sprang up smartly as it was released from its confinement.
Lila’s mouth quickly found my leaking tool and she went to work with a blow job that had me moaning and groaning in thirty seconds flat. In sixty seconds, I blew my wad down her throat.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I just couldn’t hold it.”
“That’s not a problem,” Lila said, choking a little as she swallowed the last of my load. “Now you will last for a while for the next round. Now I want you and your still hard dick to climb in the saddle and fuck my brains out.”
So, I climbed in the saddle. I positioned my cock between her legs and touched her lips with it.
“Slide your cock up and down my slit, Robert. That will lubricate it but it will also give me a great deal of pleasure.”
I took hold of my cock and did as she bid me. I let the helmet sink into her slit as I rubbed from her clit to her rosebud and back. Lila moaned deeply as I made very slow, sensuous passed with my cockhead.
This was driving me wild. As I reached her gate again, I thrust hard and sank into her tunnel of love. I just kept shoving until I was balls deep in her cunt.
“Now, Robert, stroke in and out slowly until I tell you to speed up.”
“Yeeesss,” I groaned in pleasure.
Since I blew my first load quickly, I did last a lot longer the second time. I stroked and she matched me stroke for stroke, in a long, lazy, very pleasurable fuck. It just seemed to go on and on. Finally, though, as the climax built, we sped up the pace, stroking faster and faster.
We exploded together in an ecstasy of pleasure and love fluids. My load seemed as large or larger than the first one. Lila had multiple orgasms for a couple of minutes.
Coming down from her high, Lila said, “Well, Robert, for a novice, you did damned well. Damned well.”
“All I know is, Lila, that was the most pleasurable thing I have ever done.”
We were at it, off and on, for the rest of the night. We slept some, but not much. I just could not get enough fucking and apparently, neither could Lila. Somewhere close to dawn, we both finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
Just past noon, a naked Lila woke me. “Food’s on, lover.”
“God, I am really bursa escort bayan starved,” I answered her.
“I don’t doubt it after the heavy work you did all night last night.”
We both laughed. I climbed out of bed and also remained naked, my cock flopping around at about half mast. If I looked at Lila much or thought about her, my cock would not stay at half mast for long. It didn’t and I ended up with an erection most of the time ’til I left two hours later.
Sitting at the table, her naked tits driving me insane, we drank coffee and talked.
“Do you do this sort of thing often, Lila?”
“As a matter of fact I do. I’ve been a widow quite a while, but I crave sex worse than when my husband was alive.
“And this is how you get that sex?”
“Yes. I guess you could say my son, John, your buddy, pimps for me.”
“Huh? John is your son?”
“Yes. I had to come up with my own dates for some time and I was disgusted with singles bars and the like. I found I like to initiate young men into the world of sex and John could supply me with those young men from the academy.”
“Wow. I never knew that about him.”
“Now that he’s graduating, I don’t know what will happen.”
“I’m sure you will manage. I’m just glad I got to meet you before I graduate and leave for parts unknown.”
“Me too, Robert.”
After our long, leisurely lunch, I gave her a long, lingering kiss good-bye and left to return to the academy. We were both much too sore to do anything more than that.
Thanks to one of my instructors and my own outstanding academic record, after graduation, I won an appointment to the Air Force Academy in Colorado. My other four buddies went off on their own career paths.
I fell in love with Colorado. But my plebe year at the Academy was anything but lovely. But, like thousands of others, I survived it.
My second year went much better. Grades came harder at the Academy than back in the one in Virginia. I had to study hard most of my free time. Girls were all but a thing of the past for the duration. I couldn’t afford them the time. There were dances and some fraternization during those, but nothing else.
My third class year, everything came crashing down. I received a football injury and subsequent infection that put paid to any Air Force career. By the fall of what would have been my fourth class year, I had achieved nearly full recovery, but I was a civilian again. I was no longer fit for military service.
I started over, taking computer classes at local community college looking toward future employment. One day while in the student union for lunch, I had just turned with my full tray of goodies and crashed into someone.
She was absolutely, drop dead gorgeous. Flaming red hair, green eyes, lots of chest, tight waist, tight hips, and…
“You dumb, clumsy ox, why don’t you look before you leap? Jesus, just look at me!”
“I am,” I said before I thought.
I didn’t see that left coming. She smacked me in the face quite smartly.
“I beg your pardon, Ma’am, I didn’t mean to offend. It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”
“With this slop all over me?”
“You would look gorgeous in anything–or nothing,” I all but whispered at the end.
Her face went beet red, nearly matching her hair. This time it was her right that came at me. But I had anticipated such a move and caught her wrist half way to her target and I hung on. She gritted her teeth and brought up reinforcements–her left.
I caught that too and hung on.
She growled, “Let me go.”
“ok,” I replied.
I released my grip, but I quickly grabbed her into a tight clinch and planted my lips on hers in a passionate kiss. The gooey food nearly stuck her tits to me, I had crushed her into me so hard with my left arm. My left hand held her head from behind, keeping her lips locked to mine. My rising erection was pressing hard into her nether regions.
She fought to get loose, but I hung on, still locked to her lips. Quite a crowd had gathered, hooting and whistling, to cheer us on.
Without warning, she quit struggling and embraced me as tightly as I did her. We were still lip locked. Finally, she sighed, relaxed, and went nearly limp in my arms, breaking our kiss.
She made direct eye contact with me with a look of wonder and sighed again.
There was clapping all around. Loud, thunderous clapping. Somewhere in the crowd, I heard something shouted. It sounded like, “Hey, the ice queen has finally melted.” I don’t think she heard it. She was still groggy.
Looking down at her, I said, “My name is Bob. Why don’t we go somewhere and clean up?”
She mumbled, “Ok, I’m Bert.”
We went outside and in hand to the accompaniment of continuing cheers and whistles. I put her in my yellow, VW Beetle. She was still not quite out of her dazed state of amazement.
The car? Oh, I had a good job. Manual labor at which I didn’t intend to spend the rest of my working life. Hence the money for the car, a modest apartment of two rooms plus bath, and college classes. That was escort bursa my ticket to an even better job and life.
My apartment was five minutes from campus. By the time I got her inside, she appeared to be coming back to her senses. Then I wondered if she really had when she reached her hands behind my neck, pulled me down to her mouth, and gave me another long and passionate kiss.
“What?” I asked.
Dreamily, she replied, “I don’t know what you did to me, but you woke something up when you kissed me back there in the union and it has started a fire in me that just won’t be quenched.”
“Well, far be it for me to put water on that fire.”
We clinched again as I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her tightly into my still bulging erection. She grabbed me and pulled her tits hard against my chest. The kiss was fiery.
I was kneading her butt. She was caressing the back of my neck and head. One of her hands dropped to slide between us and grabbed my dick.
“Let’s get out of these soggy clothes,” I suggested.
We both stripped right then and there, quickly and unashamedly. She grabbed my erection and pulled me to my bed.
“Now, Bob, do it now. Fuck me good.”
She was a virgin. Her initial moans of pain gave way to moans of pleasure as she became a rabid sex machine, nearly fucking my brains out. The sex was a wild, savage, fuckfest of lust and need. The sex was far hotter than it had been with Lila.
Later, when our ardor had cooled some, she sat up, kissed me with her tits banging into me again and said, “I see you have a small, stacked washer and dryer. Let’s get these clothes in the wash and then you can feed me. Our lunches are going in the washing machine there.”
“Ok, but first, let me get you something to wear.”
“We don’t need clothes,” she answered me.
I decided it would be no pain at all to constantly stare at her more than ample rack, not to mention other unmentionable places. I was wrong. There was pain, the pain of looking at her while I had to do something else rather than ravish her again. With images of her gorgeous body, I did at least manage to whip up a modest repast for the two of us. Then we sat with our coffee and talked about ourselves. our eyes constantly roving over each other’s body.
“You first, Bert.”
As she got into her story, the hair on the back of my neck began to rise. The further she got into her story, the more concerned I got. After she got through the adoption, I had to ask her some questions.
“Bert,” I interrupted her, “Is that short for Roberta?”
“Yes, it is. You don’t like it?”
“That’s not the problem, Bert. Do you have a brother?”
“No, just two half sisters. Oh, wait, there was a natural brother, but he went off to military school and I never saw him again. I wrote for a while, but my adoptive parents didn’t want me to have contact with him any more.”
“So you don’t remember much about him?”
“No, I was only seven when he left. That was eleven years ago. The letters only lasted a couple of years after he left.”
“Tell me, Roberta, what do you think of incest?”
“Incest? Whatever brought up that question?”
“Just answer it, if you would, please.”
“I don’t know what I think of it because I have never thought about it. I had no reason to think about it.”
“Well, you do now.”
“And why is that, Bob.”
The light bulb suddenly went off in her head.
“Oh. OH! No, you don’t mean what I think you mean, do you?”
“Yes, I do. I am your blood brother, Robert.”
“Oh my GOD!”
There was dead silence for five full minutes.
“Your thoughts, Bert?”
In a firm, unfaltering voice, she responded. “Perhaps our blood relationship had something to do with what happened when you first kissed me,that electric spark that jolted between us, I don’t really know. What I do know is, blood brother or not, I have found the man I love. I won’t give you up. What about you?”
“My feelings exactly. I have found the woman I love and want–you.”
“So, where do we go from here, Robert?”
“What I think is, no one knows there’s a blood relationship of any kind between us. As far as people are aware, we’re total strangers who just met. I don’t see as we have to enlighten anyone to any further degree and we can act what we feel. We just met and we fell in love.”
“And?” Bert asked.
“You mean marriage?”
“I don’t see why not. We are already man and wife in all but the paper part. If the clergy blesses our union, so much the better.”
Bert rose from her chair, came over to my side of the table, and plopped her naked self onto my naked lap. My continuing hardon rubbed her thigh as her arms encircled my neck and her lips met mine.
Breaking her kiss, she sighed with pleasure and said, “Oh God, Robert, I love you so much it hurts.”
“I know the feeling, Bert, I know the feeling.”
I got my degree after four years and an new job as a computer programer. We stayed in the area for ten years. I was employed in a defense industry and thus avoided the draft when Vietnam came along. But, out of the blue, I received notice I would be transferred. It would mean promotion and considerable increase in salary.
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