Control Ch 3 - Sex Stories

Control Ch 3

... climax the same way I had with my mother earlier in the day.

After my sister regained composure, she pushed my head away from her and smiled, “Damn, Terry, you learn quickly.”

My dick was so hard that I thought that if I smiled in acknowledgment of her compliment, I would come. I just sat there in the glow of her sex. Knowing my predicament, Megan stepped off the bed and told me to lay on my pillow. Following her instructions, I then watched her climb between my legs, stealing one of my pillows.

My cock continued to bounce with every rapid beat of my heard, a clear strand of heavy pre cum hung from the opening in the fold of my foreskin all the way to just below my belly button. I’ve always, for as long as I’ve masturbated, produced an abundance of pre cum. Megan seemed to like the taste as she hooked it with her finger and scooped it up, depositing it on her tongue.

Laying back on her stolen pillow, her ass just inches from mine, watching the jerky bounce of my rigid dick. My eyes, however, looked past my throbbing member to the glistening wet opening of my sister’s sex. The middle finger of her right hand was making tiny circles inside the folds around her clit. She had a dreamy look of contentment in her eyes, watching me take my cock in hand and stroke it.

“Go slow,” she whispered. “Watch me while you play with it. Pull your foreskin back when you stroke. I like to watch it when your cock head comes out.”

I did as Megan instructed, focusing more on her finger that was working in her pussy than on the pleasure of stroking my cock. I stroked slowly, deliberately ignoring my need for release, pulling my foreskin back with every stroke. My sister didn’t make it easy, seductively whispering things about my cock and her pussy. She whispered, as if telling a secret in a crowded room, telling me how good it would feel to have...