University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... minutes later his erection began to fade and I felt what was to become the familiar sensation of fullness starting to dissipate. Mike held himself over me, his softening cock still within my body, small drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto my face. He was smiling, his pupils wider than I had ever seen them. I wanted to lick them - to fall bodily into their deep pools. “Wow! Nic! That was... You were... amazing!” He paused. “Are you okay?” Words couldn’t explain how I felt at that moment, in my first post-climactic glow, lying there with my first proper lover’s semen inside me. I nodded and croaked: “Oh my God! It was amazing! You were so good!” His smiled broadened and I felt his cock slip from me. Instinctively I pressed my knees together as he rolled onto the bed alongside and we lay in silence for a while, staring at the ceiling, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I rested my head against his shoulder and he took my hand in his, our fingers intertwined. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Mikes’ voice was soft and dreamy as if still stunned by his climax. “Me too; for three long weeks,” I agreed, expecting confirmation from Mike. He chuckled. “Nah! Much longer!” “What do you mean?” I asked, rolling onto my side to look at him. “I mean I’ve dreamed of slowly stripping you out of your school uniform and fu... making love with you on your bed ever since... well for a long, long time!” It should have shocked me but for some reason it didn’t. “I had no idea,” ...

... I replied truthfully. He laughed. “Well I wasn’t going to go round letting everyone think I had a crush on my little stepsister.” He thought for a moment. “I think all stepbrothers – maybe even all brothers feel a bit like that about their sisters – watching them. Spying.” “Spying?” I laughed. “Did you spy on me?” “Maybe! Maybe not,” he teased infuriatingly. “I plead the fifth!” “Cheeky Sod!” I laughed and punched him in the shoulder with my free hand. It was a pathetic, girly punch. “Cheeky am I?” He snorted and began to tickle me in response, his hands all over my tummy, armpits and of course my boobs which responded by firming again as I rolled from side to side, giggling loudly, joyfully naked in a tangle of bodies on my bed, enjoying any excuse to touch and get close to each other again. “You do realise we never actually talked properly before coming to bed,” he said once the tickling and giggling had finally died down. “I suppose that says a lot in itself.” “I suppose so,” I agreed. “So are we an ‘Item’ now?” he asked, squeezing my hand. “Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Or are we just lovers when we have the chance?” To be honest at that moment I think I would have taken any relationship with my stepbrother that was on offer and been grateful for it. Certainly I would have accepted anything that promised more of the incredible lovemaking I had just experienced. But something within me told me that whatever decision I made then would shape the rest of my life. “What do ...