THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... Not ever. All we wanted was to please each other, and holy shit was this ever pleasurable! I don't recall how many times we fucked, but it wasn't just for that day. It was over the entire three-day weekend! We never got dressed. We hardly slept. When we did, it was in each other's arms, naked flesh to naked flesh, and when we awoke, we started fucking again. We fucked in the living room. We fucked in the shower. We fucked in my room, in her room, in the dining room pressed up against that cold, cheesy, 1970s sectiontal mirror that so many mobile homes of that era had. We were all over the house, licking, teasing, sucking, fucking...hell, I think we even fucked in my step-b*****r's room - it was all a blur after awhile. We watched my father's allegedly "hidden" porn videos and copied what they were doing on screen. Her on top. Me on top. Doggie-style. Lying down and scissoring. We even invented our own positions as we found the place for it. Her sitting on the counter or the sofa and me kneeling or standing...we couldn't get enough of it. Sex was all we had, all we were, all we wanted to be or do or feel or see or smell during those glorious three days. We used the two or three toys that she had hidden away in her room that she had ordered from the backs of magazines. We used kitchen utensils. Hell, we even used the Atari joystick she had plugged in and trounced me in all the games with! Though we found that we enjoyed it when fingers were inserted into our asses during ...

... foreplay and oral, we never really saw the appeal of actual anal sex. I thought it was sort of nice-feeling, but it was also messy and smelly and I think she found it painful, so we stopped it early on and showered off...and wound up fucking in the shower again. She was wrong, and so was I for agreeing with her. Our fucking didn't ruin a thing. If anything, it freed us. We were no longer bound by what the Catholic Church said - we had discovered the secret: sex was liberating, and therefore something that the powers that be didn't want to have running free. They couldn't retain control otherwise. No, sex between unmarried couples, between homosexuals, between even a b*****r and his step-s****r wasn't anything that was amoral or sinful or "of the devil". Not even between bl**d relatives, really, I mean, think about it. Monarchies follow a specific bl**dline, and this means b*****rs fucking their s****rs and cousins and...when you get right down to itk it's i****t...and even that word alone has been laced with disgust and "taboo" shit. Society places the stipulations, the taboos, the feelings of disgust and remorse and wrongfulness, but you know what? These exact same things vary so widely from culture to culture, so...there you go. What we did wasn't anything horrific. It wasn't anything despicable, destructive, and it certainly wasn't "sinful". The sex we had over those three days was just that...sex. It wasn't anything other than pure primal pleasure. Do you want to know what it ...