Control Ch 3 - Sex Stories

Control Ch 3

... Again, if it were possible, my cock grew even harder. My eyes fixed on the white cotton of my older sister’s panties, just inches from my nose. I could see the moisture in the material. I could see the outline of something beautiful clinging wetly to the fabric.

“Lick them, Terry,” Megan whispered, “Lick my panties.”

Never looking away from her damp cotton panties, I cupped her tight ass with both palms, pulling her to my waiting tongue. The first taste was linen and sex. Her essence was similar to Mom’s but different. The aroma of cinnamon and new cotton. I pushed my tongue into her camel toe, her fingers tangling in my hair. Soft moans tickled my ears while I lapped at her sex.

“Brother, that feels so good.”

With that, I slipped my fingers under the hem oh her panties, gently spreading the firm cheeks of her ass. My fingers slid over her asshole, warm and puckered, then to the edge of her pussy. Megan was wet. Her pussy drooled into those bright, white panties that clung tightly to her sex, soaking them through. She moaned, kissing the top of my head when my finger traced the center of her slit.

“Fuck, Terry, that feels good. Don’t stop,” she hissed.

I wanted badly to push my fingers deeper inside her but I was trying my best to be obedient. I was going slow like she wanted. That was no easy undertaking for a sixteen-year-old boy. My dick was pounding with the fast beating of my heart. It throbbed as a sore thumb. Occupying my mind with the warm, silky ...

... wetness that my fingers explored was the only thing keeping me from spewing cum all over the both of us.

Megan stroked my hair while I nursed at each breast in turn, my fingers slowly tickling the small nub of her clitoris in the center of her wet sex. This went on for what seemed an eternity to my young mind. Unsure as to the degree of pleasure my attention afforded my sister, my confusion was abated when Megan convulsed in her first orgasm of the night.

She softly moaned the word fuck over and over again, cresting the wave of her pleasure. Her juices flooded my palm and over my wrist, soaking into the sheets of my bed in a large wet patch. I didn’t care. There were other blankets and sheets in the closet. Besides, my mother’s pussy juices had already soaked into these anyway.

I was mesmerized by the look on my sister’s face. It was an expression of absolute pleasure. Her body trembled and her knees began to buckle. Her cries of, “Yes,” echoed in my head. Without instruction or permission, I slowly pulled her panties from her hips leaving her inner thighs with glistening wet trails of girl cum. After she stepped from the damp garment, I just had to taste her naked sex. Her second orgasm exploded on my tongue when I swiped it over her clit, her thin strip of pubic hair tickling the tip of my nose.

Megan trembled and softly moaned while I continued to lash her sex with my inexperienced tongue. I gained a bit of confidence though, in my ability to drive her through her ...