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“I used to fuck my sister for years. No go. She couldn't get wet enough for me to penetrate. “ No go. She couldn’t get wet enough …”
Prior to that… When we were 7 and 8 we decided to play Indian chief and squaw. We got naked, fashioned loincloths out of towels, put dad’s ties on as headbands and dropped some crayons into glasses of water pretending it was a magic potion. (Yeah, I know, sounds crazy, but that’s the imagination of a child before adults train it out of us.) Before we could start touching each other (believe me, we would have), mom comes in from her gardening and catches us: “What are you two doing? You should be ashamed!” We were so innocent; we wondered what the big deal was. From later events, apparently it didn’t shame us.
Before I go further, I should say that I had 3 sisters, but Sally and I were the closest. We’ve always been best friends and very close and protective of each other. And she was one good-looking female with a great ass and nice half-apple tits with perky nipples.
I was a horny little prick. She was a horny little whore. I don’t remember details, but we were the only ones home and I asked her if she wanted to try to fuck. “Yup! Where should we go?” We ended up in the basement naked and tried and tried but I just couldn’t get my cock in her her hairless pussy. It didn’t hurt her, I’m sure, because she begged me to keep trying. I ended up teasing her pussy lips with the head of my cock - which she loved. She’d moan just like I do now when my man blows me and sucks my balls. I may have been hitting the clit, not that I knew of such a thing.
She stroked my cock and licked my precum, but didn’t blow me. We likely thought big people didn’t do such things. I’m surprised she licked the head. I didn’t go down on her, which blows my mind all these years later, being a very oral type.
Skip 10 or so years ahead, I get home to Massachusetts from college in Michigan and move in with family and sis takes me out to local bar to treat me to dinner and drinks. Nothing happens except some subtle teases. We make weekly visits to her best friend (Sandy) for Friday night coke parties. Nothing happens except some subtle (and not so subtle) teases driving home. That is another surprise as I look back on it. Coke makes me a raging sex fiend. Her, too, it turns out. I wanted to tell her to pull over so I could fuck her right then and there. Oh, well. We made up for it later.
So one Friday night she comes to pick me up to go to Sandy’s and I invited her in the house. “I’ve got something good for you and Sandy.” I showed her a one ounce bottle of coke with the federal seal still on it. The label read, “Cocaine Hydrochloride. Merck Laboratories. (Small Fluffy Flakes)”. Small Fluffy Flakes, I swear! I took out an opened bottle and we did a match head each. Now this was 100% pure. I told her to prepare to get horny as hell. I also told her I’d give her enough for her and Sandy to stay high all night. I also had a bottle of Valium and Percocet and she could have some.
Well, this coke, you’d stay high for over an hour then do another match-head. And no crash. When you wanted to sleep, just take a Valium or Perc.
I told her, “I’m staying home. You can go up to Sandy’s with what I give you.” She was high, “Can I stay here with you? Are you going out to look for pussy?” I knew where this was going and it was about time. We were both high and horny and decided to spend the night together. Mind you, nothing had yet happened.
We were sitting on the sofa and I’ve got a roaring hardon and she notices it and swings her legs up onto the couch facing me and spreads them trying to look casual. She’s wearing a denim miniskirt and there are her white panties staring me in the face, pussy and bush bulging. I’m freakin’ on the inside. I stand up to make my hard cock even more visible and she can’t take her eyes off it. I go into the kitchen to get us some beer and next thing I know she’s behind me reaching around and stroking my cock. “I wanna fuck your brains out,” she whispered. Game on! I turn to face her and we kissed. I pulled down her tank top and sucked her tits. Small but beautiful. I love small tits. (I also don’t mind sucking small cocks!) She goes wild whenever I suck her tits.
We went back to the sofa and I went down on her for 15 minutes. Tasty and pretty pussy. I stood up and she knew what I wanted. She pulled my pants down and gave me the greatest female blowjob ever. “I love sucking dick,” she kept moaning.
Then I bent her over the sofa and fucked her. Watching my cock go in and out of her pretty pussy was most beautiful and I told her so. We went into my bedroom and she mounted me so she could look behind into the mirror and watch my cock going in and out for herself. We’re both verbal and moaners and loud. We fucked and did everything under the sun till 2 AM. Did some Percs and went to sleep. Next morning more coke and a day in bed.
Sorry. This is getting TL;DR. There are so many good stories left to tell.
We spent the next years fucking a couple times a week. In the car. In the woods. In motel rooms. She loved it up the ass. She loved facials. She loved a mouthful of cum. She especially loved it when I’d dog her and pull out to cum all over her cute ass. She’d be watching and then rub the cum all over her ass and scoop what was left into her mouth. I loved it when she would sit on my face. She loved it, too.
She’s living in another state now and we haven’t hooked up in a few years. We’ve been talking on the phone about meeting halfway for a weekend in a motel. It’s going to happen. Bi-Queer as I am, she’s still my one true love.
