A Guest Submission
SEXUAL LEARNING TOOL
Karosing@aol.com
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Chapter One
As a early and mid-teen, I was fortunate enough
to have a live-in, 24-hour accessible instructor
and object of my sexual desires. That
person took the (very shapely) form of my sister, Denise.
Early on, I simply admired her amazing body,
36-inch tits, and alluring long fingernails from afar.
Each morning and evening as she wore one of
her short bathrobes, I would peer into the side to
garner a view of her magnificient melons,
and, depending on which robe it was, stare a good while
at her curvey legs and ass. Due to the
busyness of her life at the time, I began to assist her in
doing some errands, "running around" type
things, and, as such, spending more time with her.
This gave me the opportunity to not just ogle
and dream, but, make some real headway in realizing
some of those dreams. Commenting on
her long, always sexy fingernails was usually a good way
to start, and, such I did. Before long,
Denise became pretty comfortable with both our sexuality,
and, allowed me great, great leeway with her
body. We were on a somewhat long car trip one hot
day, and, she decided to wear her black bikini
while driving. Not too far into it (as in: not even on
a highway yet!), as I am admiring, stroking,
and tasting her nails, Denise noticed how I was looking
at her, and, getting hard.
The middle of my shorts were straight up,
so, it was kind of tough to hide it. "Think this color does
my body justice", she coyly says, awaiting
my response. "With your body, trust me, ANY color
looks hot as hell!", I say to her, now, not
even trying to hide my erect rod. "You seem to like it
when I do my nails red" she states, as I conntinue
munching away on one hand, alternating with
the other. "Matter of fact, I do.
Just so long and sexy. As if you needed anything else.." I reply.
She runs her hand over my crotch, knowing
full well that I want her to go in. She does, and, starts
digging into me, and pulling my penis like
it was a tug-of-war contest. Even though I was really
enjoying this from her, I took my turn.
My left hand found her bikini bottoms and headed south
with a rubbing motion, prompting sighs and
"aahhhss" from her. My hormones racing at warp
speed, I place two fingers into her clit,
and go round and round a few times. "You could do more"
she exclaims. I figure she means one
more finger, so, three it is. By now, we are both at a fever
pitch of excitement. Denise is getting
wet, and, me, I'm about to spew through the freaking car
roof!! Going for broke, as we approach
a developing (but, still pretty desolate) industrial park
area, I tell her to pull in. We are
both on the same intense sexual wavelength at this point, and,
she pulls behind the protective cover of a
soon-to-be warehouse. "I gotta have that body. I gotta
go further!" I say, eliciting a favorable
response from Denise. Her bikini top was a "figure 8"
style. so, getting to her milky tits was not
a problem. Nor was removing her bottoms, and, she
obliged in kind to me. I would soon
learn the major advantage to driving a monte-carlo: With
the front bucket seats back all the way, anything
was possible. I roll her over on top of me,
tasting her tits every step of the way, and,
place her clit into position for paydirt. I had had sex
before (ok, twice, and it was quite sloppy),
and, knew what I was after pertaining to her response
and how to get it. Slowly, then quickly,
I pumped her fantastic body down onto mine, entering
her each time. Alternating slow and
fast, I could see and hear her orgasming, wanting faster
when I was slow, and, slow when I was fast.
Additionally, I had always been turned on by Denise's
tongue, and, probed that with mine.
In my mind, even though I was performing well, I still could
not believe that my "Denise Fuck" fantasy
had actually came true!! When we finished, I flat-out
told her that one of my fantasies was for
her to dig her great nails into my back while fucking her.
Motioning to me to lay on my stomach (I do),
she plants all ten sharpies on the back of my
shoulders, grabs both handfulls, and proceeds
to dig so hard it felt like barbed wire going right
through my skin. It was amazing.
We would repeat this performance a few more times at home
over the next few months. If she was
feeling "into it" at the time, she would discreetly ask me if
I had "Had any good dreams lately", and say
"Tell me about them later". Then, I knew the show
was on.
True story submission.
For the better part of my youth and teen years,
we had a large above-ground swimming pool in the
backyard. For me, summers were for practically
living in it, and, due to having other siblings who
hated to clean it, performing that duty fell
upon me and my oldest sister, Denise. The summer that
we first started "experiementing" with each
other's bodies, we kept the pool squeaky-stinkin'
clean. On one such day, she was checking
out the filter screen for gunk caught in it. The sun
glistened off of her tits, and, I approached
her from the back. "Hey Denise.....Find anything?"
I said to her, running my hand up her back
and around her ribs to caress her shining tits. "I have.."
She then said. "Maybe you should try
to fix it. You wouldn't want me breaking a nail, would you?".
That was the good thing about her. She knew
how to push panic buttons. "Course not", I say, and
start thumbing throught some pungent yuck
in the strainer. While I do this, I feel ten siniwy fingers
inside my bathing shorts, tickling and tingling
my guys and penis. Hurriedly, (and, I might add, not
caring), I dump whatever was in the screen
over board, and, turn around facing her. Gazing at the
glimmering size 36s, I remove her bikini top
and start to play with her nipples. Hard, wet nipples in
a pool are an absolute turn-on! "Need
to get my hair wet", I say to her, and dunk myself down below
to pull down her bikini bottoms. I resurface,
and she says "Go get the raft". Soon as I assume swim
position, her hands find my waist and slide
my trunks off, dropping to pool bottom. With both of us
now naked and me getting really stiff underwater
(and I do not mean cold), she brings her one hand
above surface and motions "come here", just
drawing me in like a hypnotist. Denise is floating a
little, teasingly exposing her bare body as
the water flows over it again and again. I finally support her
back, via her perfect ass, so she floats baring
all for me. Starting with her navel (which I always found
sexy), I lick my way up and down her wet,
tanned, and otherworldly physique, ending up on her
dark-haired clit. Even the mild taste
of pool chlorine was no match for her sweet-tasting insides, as
my tounge can attest. I jutted my tounge
as far into her as I could, prompting a "Not now!! I swear I'll
go orgasm!!" Well, of course, that was
all I needed to hear. Continuing, and, trying to explore her ass
region so that my hand and tongue would meet,
Denise digs her sexy, burgundy claws into my arm and
lets out a "YYYEEESSS!!!" that could not possibly
be construed for anything else that what it was:
Peak Orgasm. My arms tiring from all
this, I finally let her down in the water for a breif rest. Actually,
the rest was as much for me as for her, truth
be told. Pleasured, she runs her fingers over my chest and
lips with a raking-type motion, making me
further crazy. "You just wait til later" she says, referring to
my late-nite forays into her bedroom to feel
her body (which she came to expect). Sure enough, later
that night, maybe 2:30AM, when I was in there,
she played a little "down periscope" with my dick,
forcing me to spew like a geyser in the bathroom
aftewards. Any wonder why I spent so much time in
the pool my skin was always wrinkly??
After my sister Denise got divorced, she had
a large apartment to herself, and, a newfound partying
attitude. She had become more
carefree, from her bar-hopping to her wardrobe. I would visit her
frequently, since it was only a short drive
away, and get the tales of the previous evening's ventures.
Just by looking at her, I could tell if she
had a good time, was still in the mood, or whatever. One
saturday afternoon, I stopped in to see what
she was doing (and to check out her body), and, she was
doing laundry, walking around the apartment
in a blue and white thong and no top. She covered up
briefly when she let me in, then, gave me
the full view again. As she's pouring me a drink and telling
me about the previous night, I could not take
my eyes off of her for one second, and she knew it. She
hands me the glass, and turns around, bent
over, with her ass right in my face. "You do have a great
ass" I said to her. "Well, thank you" she
replies, rubbing it on my knee like a dancer. From this
position, I wrap my hands around her waist,
and move up to play with her exposed tits. Denise sits
there, compliant. My hands cupped and
fondled those soft melons, making her sigh and "ahhhhh" for
a bit. I always did know how to arouse
her by playing with her tits. "Let me up, I have to check the
laundry" she says, heading for the small laundry
room. I follow her in. During the changeover and
subsequent bend-over, I pull the thong down,
followed by her pushing my shorts to the floor. "Hey, I
got an idea", I say to her.... "Turn around".
"You want to butt-fuck me?" she asks.. "Like i said, you
have a great ass! and i want it". Leaning
over a little table, Denise stretches out, opening up wide for
me. It's a good thing that the door
of that small room was closed and her neighbor was not home,
because she was screaming in orgasm almost
the whole time. I entered and exited many and several
times, playing with her clit as well.
Funny thing is that I always dreamed of doing this, even the other
times we had had "regular" sex. As was
par for the course, I demanded that she use her long, sexy
nails on me, and she did. Now, that
same table is in my home, and, I swear, I can still picture her
bending over it like it was yesterday.
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and if they still fuck. Here was his reply:
-29 and 35, respectively. I think the last time I fucked her was when I was in
college, and home for winter break. I remember watching her short sweater go
up and down when she was taking decorations off her tree, drinking lots of
homemade wine someone had given her, and, just kind of taking her under the
bare tree. It was either that or the extended weekend in Virginia Beach,
where we were driving together to meet up with some other people. They were
not in the house we rented, one thing led to another, and, we "tried out" the
sofa bed. I think that may have been it.