“Are you sure this is OK,” I queried. I really was a respectful (perhaps overly so) lover.
Seemingly not trusting herself to speak, Sally just nodded assent and pulled me back to her.
I discovered, almost immediately, that I enjoyed kissing almost as much as I was enjoying being wanked off. So, it appeared, did Sally.
So much so that we let go of our genitals, wrapped our arms around each other and buried our tongues in each others throats.
Remarkably, at the age of 18, until then I’d never kissed a girl. Nor, I discovered later, had Sally kissed a boy. There can’t be many people who’ve been wanking with another person before they’ve been kissed! So, from the off, we made up for lost time.
As gratifying as this was, of all the things we’d done (and were to do in the future) this felt, initially at least, the most awkward. Watching ourselves wanking, and even wanking each other, felt somehow “functional”. Whilst kissing, on the other hand, had much more of an intimacy about it. That, of course, is part of its huge appeal. But kissing your sister, or to be accurate step-sister, felt much more taboo.
But that awkwardness very rapidly passed. And the taboo element, I’m sure, added further to the excitement. As with everything we were doing we were unskilled in the art of kissing. But, what we lacked in skill, we more than made up for in enthusiasm.
So we lay there on the bed, swirling our tongues against each other and into each others mouths. Initially with an urgency and force that, whilst understandable, was probably a little much. But we both, almost instinctively, found we derived more pleasure as our kissing became more sensual and less forceful.
So in that first frenzied 10-15 minutes we were like kids in a sweet shop. I wanted to devour Sally with kisses, but also suck on her tits, whilst simultaneously frigging her. And she was doing the same to me (minus the tit sucking). We really didn’t know what to do to each other and for each other.
But our hunger for each other soon manifested itself in a need to seek relief. And I was a little embarrassed that I was the first to “crack.” Or, to be more accurate, spurt! With Sally’s tongue buried deep in my throat, my fingers in her pussy and her hand wanking me, inexpertly but furiously, I felt my orgasm building.
“Oh God, I’m really close now, I don’t think I can hold off,” I panted, as I paused from our kissing to warn her.
“Come on then Jack, come for me,” Sally encouraged, pushing me onto my back and hovering above me. The sight of her stupendous tits swaying above me as she pumped my cock was all that it took to trigger my orgasm.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooohhhh, shit, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!” I grunted, as several ropes of spunk shot from my cock. The first of which was, once again, so powerful it shot upwards and landed on Sally’s tits. It was, up to that point, the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“Oh wow,” Sally exclaimed with a deep, throaty, chuckle. “You often seen to produce a lot of spunk. But that was huge. How is there so much?”
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