Growing - Sex Stories

Growing

... girlfriends have older b*****rs who are always doing it. Were you?’ She seemed so genuinely interested, that I relaxed, and, remembering our intimacies of last year, I nodded. ‘Kind of. I’m not very good at it yet.’ ‘Can I watch? Oh, please, Junior.’ I looked her in the eye, she was so sincere in her desire, so I pulled back my sheet. My dick was still rigid. She gasped, ‘Oh my, it’s grown. Can I…?’ She reached down and grabbed hold of it. ‘Tell me how you jack it off.’ ‘Just form your thumb and finger into a ring, and then slide it up and down fast.’ She started to rub my dick, and I gasped with pleasure. She was a natural! I put my hand on her wrist, stopping her. ‘Show me yours.’ She looked at me and grinned. Pulling off her sweater, I could see she now wore a bra, which she quickly unfastened, releasing her beautiful breasts, which had grown in the last year, too. She looked at me again, searching my eyes, and then she pulled at the waistband of her shorts, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away. She stood by my bed, naked except for a pair of white panties, a young woman, no longer just my s****r. I was incredibly excited; my dick was throbbing with my pulse. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her underpants and slipped them down her thighs. They fell under their own weight as she stood straight and unembarrassed. Between her legs, where there had been a smooth pink cleft, there was now a tangle of dark hair. I couldn’t stop staring at it; I was so ...

... excited by her openness. Once again she sat on the bed, legs slightly apart, so that I could see moist pink lips amongst the new hair, and grasped my aching dick, which she proceeded to stroke slowly at first and then more vigorously. Eventually, the sensations I had begun to experience when she interrupted returned, and I could feel as if something was going to happen, then… …it was the most painful experience I had ever had. Had she broken something? But no, it wasn’t a pain, it was a spasm, a knifing moment of intense sensation. I had no words to describe what I felt. It had happened, and now I understood the purpose of jacking off. To feel that…that feeling…each time. I had closed my eyes when I came, and as I slowly opened them, I realized my s****r was staring anxiously into my face. ‘Are you all right? Did I hurt you?’ ‘I’m fine, that was jacking off, and I came…’ I looked at my still-hard dick, and was disappointed to see that there was no spurt of jizz anywhere in evidence. ‘Wasn’t there supposed to be some stuff come out?’ whispered my s****r, who seems somewhat abashed by the whole experience. ‘I’m pretty sure there is supposed to be, but I guess my balls aren’t making it yet, so it didn’t.’ ‘Do you want to touch me?’ she asked. ‘Okay, shuffle your butt up the bed.’ I was too enervated to move at the moment, my junior orgasm had taken all of my strength. She brought her sweet pussy right next to my face, sitting up on my pillow, with her legs apart. ‘You can kiss it if ...