Melissa was doing her homework when she heard Bobby
come in. It was late, and she knew that would mean his
calves and thighs would be hurting him. Coach was
pushing his long distance runners hard because for the
first time in a long time he had a team that had a real
chance at taking State. She knew he’d take a shower,
and then ask her to rub down his legs. He always did.
But she didn’t mind, really. He was a good brother, by
virtue of being compared to the brothers of her
friends. Her friends all hated their brothers and told
horrible tales of mean things they did to their
sisters. But bobby wasn’t like that at all. He was
sweet and caring to his sister, and she knew it. She
appreciated it too. That’s why, half an hour later when
she heard her brother’s plaintive cry “Melissa? I need
it bad tonight” she answered back “Be there in a
minute.” and wrapped up her homework.
She found him on his bed, flat on his back, as usual.
Once he lay down it was hard to get him up again. He’d
laid out the liniment and other stuff she used on his
legs. He had on the loose basketball shorts he used as
pajamas.
Melissa wore her PJs too, a set of pale purple baby
dolls that were see through for all intents and
purposes. It wasn’t until she had her hands covered
with the smelly liniment that she realized she had
forgotten to put on her terrycloth robe. She didn’t
usually expose herself to her brother this way.
But it was too late now. Her hands were already messy
and anyway, his eyes were closed and one arm was across
them. As she made the first strokes that would loosen
up his tight, cramping muscles he sighed.
“Man that feels good Melissa. I don’t know what I’d do
without you.”
She continued to poke and press and squeeze his
muscles. She was used to his compliments and knew she
was an accomplished masseuse by now. On legs anyway.
She smiled as the front of his shorts began to tent up.
He was getting a hardon. She was used to that too.
He ALWAYS got hard-ons when she worked on his legs. The
first couple of times she had accused him of being some
kind of pervert, but he swore it wasn’t because of her.
He hypothesized it was just because the relief from his
pain was so pleasurable that his hormones got out of
balance.
What a crock.
But he wasn’t an asshole about it, and he never tried
to get her to do anything sexual. He was actually kind
of a gentleman about it. And, the fact was, she was
kind of proud that she could produce an erection like
that when he was in such pain… and that she did it by
touching parts of him that weren’t sexual at all.
She knew he jerked off after she left. One night she’d
left her rings in his room and when she went back to
get them he had his eyes tightly closed, his member in
hand and was beating it furiously. He was so involved
that he didn’t even see her come in, and she was able
to duck back out before he was aware she was there. All
she could think of until she finally got to sleep was
who he was thinking about as he did that. The thought
that it might be her wasn’t repulsive, but she had a
hard time believing he felt that way about her.
She’d been on plenty of dates, and had necked heavily
on some of them. Once a guy had gotten so horny that
she had to jack him off to keep him off of her, so she
knew what that thing in her brother’s hand felt like.
She’d only had a glimpse, but his looked…
interesting. She was interested enough to stick around
several times to listen at his door when she left the
room. Every time she heard the slap slap of his arm
hitting his stomach as he jerked off his stiff rod.
She ran her hands up the front of his thighs. She could
feel the rock hardness of the muscles there. He really
WAS in pain tonight. Sometimes she thought he faked it,
just to get her to run her hands over his legs.
He was fully erect now. In the beginning he’d tried to
hide his erections from her, or lay it down on his
stomach so it didn’t show so much.
But both of them were used to it by now and he never
bothered any more. Because of that, she got to see a
lot of his balls. When his penis stood up, it held the
leg of his shorts open and she could see the base of
his shaft and that amazing pair of balls quite clearly.
His balls were big and full, almost swollen looking,
but she knew it was normal. His young body kept them
full, ready to supply that hard thick rod with seed to
pack into some girl some day. She didn’t think he’d
ever done that yet. He spent too much time training and
too little time going on dates.
She dug into his tight muscles and he groaned,
uncovering his eyes and lifting his head. “What are you
trying to do… Kill me?” His eyes widened as he saw
how she was dressed… or rather not dressed. “You
forgot your robe Melissa” he went on. “Mom will kill
you if she sees you in here like that.”
“No she won’t because she’s not here” said his sister,
poking her thumb into his leg hard. “She called and
said she had to work late.” Melissa noticed that the
cloth pressed against the tip of his hard penis was
getting darker, like it was getting wet. “Besides,
you’ve seen me in lots less than this.”
He let his head fall back with a groan. “Yeah, but give
me a break sis, I’m only human. I mean look at what you
do to me!” They both knew he was talking about the very
obvious erection in front of her face.
She moved to the inside of his thigh and he spread his
legs. “I thought you said that was just hormones
released by the remediation of the pain.” she said.
“It is,” he moaned. “It has to be, because if it isn’t
that means I’m getting a boner for my sister! That just
doesn’t happen.”
“Sure it does” she said, continuing her work on the
inside of his thigh right beside those full swollen
balls. “Amy Johnson told me her brother sneaks in her
room at night and beats off while he thinks she’s
sleeping. She said she teases him by pulling her shirt
up so one of her breasts shows.”
Bobby’s head lifted off the bed again. “You’re shitting
me! She actually told you that?”
“Yup, and you remember Robin Amonson? She was in your
chemistry class last year?”
“Yeah, she moved away during the summer,” he said.
“Well, the reason she moved is that her brother knocked
her up.” Melissa continued the massage like they were
talking about what brand of hot dogs was best.
“No shit?” he gasped. “How’d you find that out?”
“She and Amy Baldwin were best friends. Amy says that
Robin claimed he raped her, but that she was going to
have the baby and keep it, so her parents made her go
live with her Aunt or Uncle or something.”
“How could a guy even think about that?” he said.
“Am I THAT ugly?!” Melissa pretended to pout.
“That’s not what I meant” he said through clenched
teeth as she dug her thumbs into the front of the other
thigh. “You’re gorgeous and any guy would want to bang
you, but how could a guy force himself on his own
sister?”
“Well, between you and me, I think that rape thing was
a little overblown. I saw her with him before and she
didn’t seem to be afraid of him or anything. They were
at a party and she was leaning against him. He had his
arm around her and they both had dates at that party.”
Melissa put oil on his thigh and pressed her hand into
it. It was slipperier than she thought and her hand
slid into the open leg of his shorts. Before either of
them knew it her hand was cupping his balls.
“Melissa?” said her brother in a strained voice. “What
are you doing?”
She jerked her hand out of his shorts. “My hand just
slipped, that’s all. No big deal, OK? I’m not trying to
rape YOU.”
“Well give a guy a little warning in the future!” he
was trying to make light of the situation, but his
earlier statement was still in her mind.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.” his answer sounded… forced for some
reason.
“But this…” she hit his erection with the back of her
hand “isn’t because of me, right?”
He jerked and his head came up again “HEY! Watch it! Of
COURSE it’s not because of you. That’d make me…”
“Horny?” she said with a grin.
His head went back down. “I don’t’ want to talk about
it any more.” He put his arm back over his eyes.
Melissa had a feeling he was on the verge of admitting
something to her… something that made her feel…
tingly. She’d never seriously thought of her brother
that way before, but he was the nicest and most
considerate boy she knew. He didn’t have a girl friend,
which was odd because all the girls who knew him wanted
to go out with him. He went out once in a while, but
never with any girl to the exclusion of all the others.
She decided to take a chance and play out her hunch.
“Bobby?” she said, running her hands up and down his
right leg with a light touch.
“Hmmm?” he answered.
“What do you do when I leave the room after I work on
your legs?”
His arm came up and he looked at her through half
closed eyes. “What are you talking about Melissa?”
She stopped, her hands resting on his thighs. “I asked
you, what do you do when I leave here? About that.” she
slapped his boner with the back of her hand again and
he jerked.
“I don’t want to talk about this Melissa,” he said
flatly and covered his eyes again.
“Why not?” she asked, pushing her hands closer toward
the gaping legs of his shorts. “There’s really nothing
wrong with it you know. Everybody does it.”
Bobby didn’t say anything, but the wet spot at the tip
of his cock got bigger.
Her hands slid higher, the fingertips going into the
legs of his shorts. His hips twitched. Her hands
stopped when her fingertips were beside the thing that
was tenting his shorts. She could feel his pubic hairs
on her fingertips, but she made sure not to touch his
penis or balls.
“Come on Bobby… talk to me.” She gave her fingers
just a little flex so her fingernails tickled his skin.
Suddenly both his hands were covering hers, pressing
them to his skin and he was half sitting up. “Why are
you doing this to me Melissa?” he said, his voice quite
serious. “Isn’t it enough that I love you and respect
you? Isn’t it enough that I watch over you and keep the
creeps off of you? You obviously know what I do when
you leave or you wouldn’t be asking me this. Why? Why
is it so important for you to know?”
His eyes flickered to the front of her baby dolls. She
knew that, leaned over like she was, her breasts were
hanging down and that he could see them quite plainly.
She felt the muscles under her hands flex, and the
stain on his shorts got bigger still. There was a wild
look in his eyes.
“Calm down” she said. “I’m not grossed out. I don’t
think you’re a pervert. I’m not afraid of you. I love
you too, and I just think it would be better if we
could be completely open and honest about… things.”
He stared into her eyes and the wild look softened a
little. “And If I said I thought about you after you
left…? What then Melissa?”
She felt a little faint. She was RIGHT! He DID think
about her while he masturbated! That made a little ball
of heat explode in her loins. She licked her lips.
“Then I’d have to admit that I’ve thought about…
helping you… I mean I help you with your other
problems… you know?”
He groaned, and fell back again, taking his hands off
of hers but not making her remove them. He covered his
eyes again. “Come on Melissa, don’t tease me. I don’t
tease you. This is hard enough as it is.”
She giggled. “It certainly IS hard enough.” She giggled
again.
She slid her right hand over to the base of his cock
and up to grasp it firmly. “And I’m not teasing.”
Before he could react she gave his cock an experimental
up and down stroke. About the same time she gave it
another stroke she realized he wasn’t breathing.
“Bobby?” she said, stopping her hand, but keeping her
grip.
His breath sighed out in one long exhalation. “I don’t
believe this is happening.”
She gave it another stroke. “Well, it IS happening. And
it feels… interesting. Do I get to help you or not?”
He lifted his head again. Her hand was moving under his
shorts. It looked like there was a puppy or something
in his shorts, trying to get out. “Why do you want to
help me?” he said, his breathing faster now.
“I don’t know. I like you? I’m curious? I’d like to see
what happens? The last time I did this was in a dark
car and I didn’t get to see anything.”
He sat up straight. “What do you mean… the last time
you did this?”
Her hand had stopped as he sat up. She gave his hard
meat a little squeeze. “Joey Gardner? That guy I went
out with a couple of times? He got a little… excited
one time and I had to sort of cool him off. I only had
to jerk it maybe four or five times and it was all
over. I’ve already done you more than I did him.”
He stared at her and then at his lap. “This is crazy!”
he said.
“Come on Bobby” she pleaded. “Let me see what happens.
Just this once.”
In the end he caved in and raised his hips as she slid
his shorts off. It had felt big in her hand, but when
she pulled the waistband of his shorts past it and it
flopped up and smacked his stomach she thought it
looked HUGE! That ball of heat was back in her stomach.
He lay there looking at her, breathing deeply.
She reached out gently and grasped it again. The tip
looked funny, with a little slit in some shiny skin
that was all wet. Then there was a circle of semi loose
skin that bulged out and became the shaft.
She stroked downward and the skin moved!
It uncovered a big purple knob that the slit was
centered in. As she stroked back up the skin moved and
covered that knob. It was amazing how flexible that
skin was. And it was so thin. There was nothing on her
body anywhere that was anything like that. She stroked
up and down several more times, watching that thin skin
uncover and then cover up the knob.
He groaned and she looked at his face. He was holding
himself up off the bed by resting on his elbows. His
eyes were watching her face.
She smiled at him and said “It’s beautiful Bobby! I had
no idea it would be beautiful.”
“So you know what’s going to happen if you keep doing
that?” he panted.
“I know it gets all wet and slippery and makes a mess.”
she said. “But not exactly how.”
“Well, go a little faster and you’ll find out.” he
croaked.
She increased her speed and the big column of hard
flesh began to flop back and forth as she didn’t yet
have a rhythm going that would keep it straight.
“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh Melissa… here it comes… OH
SHIIIIIIIIT!!” he moaned and his hips came up off the
bed as his elbows collapsed and he fell back. She kept
jerking, not knowing when to stop and suddenly there
were streams of thick white fluid flying everywhere.
His cock pulsed five times, during which she was
flailing away at it. Some went straight up, some to the
left, the right, up and down. Melissa herself was
splattered with it. Her baby dolls got spots of cum in
various places. A big drop splatted on her throat and a
long string of the stuff hit her face, going from
cheek, across her open mouth and onto her chin.
She was so amazed at the volume of the stuff, and the
way it just went EVERYWHERE that she didn’t realize she
had some of it in her mouth until she closed it.
Her initial reaction was that it was disgusting and she
wanted to spit it out. But by the time she actually
processed the idea to spit, she’d already tasted it,
and realized it tasted salty/sweet in some strange way
that wasn’t disgusting at all!
She was having trouble jerking on his penis now because
it was getting soft, and about then his hand fell on
hers and he gasped. “OK, enough!”
She took her hand away and saw that the top of her hand
was covered with the slippery stuff. It felt warm and,
without even thinking about what he would think, she
licked a big glob off of her hand.
“Mmmmm,” she mumbled, licking her hand clean. “You
taste Good!”
Bobby was beside himself. He hadn’t cum that hard EVER,
and she was licking it off her hand!
“Melissa,” he gasped “That’s so hot!”
“Maybe” she grinned at him. “But it’s awfully MESSY
too! But it was FUN Bobby! Thank you!” she giggled and
leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “I have to go wash
my stuff. Are you OK now?”
“I’ve never been better in my whole life,” he groaned
contentedly, his limp penis lying shriveled on his
fluffy pile of pubic hair.
So it was that, as part of the ritual rubdowns Melissa
gave her brother, they came to include relief of his
erections.
Melissa’s girlfriends had talked about blowjobs, and
she knew the basic mechanics of that. The third or
fourth night Melissa figured that, since he tasted so
good, that it would be a lot less messy if she just
covered his cock with her mouth when he went off.
He, of course, approved heartily, and it wasn’t long
before instead of beating him off every night, she was
giving him an excellent blow job.
Her only problem was that she got so horny doing this
for her brother that, after she went back to her room
SHE had to masturbate to get some relief.
One night she couldn’t wait to get back to her room
and, while she lovingly sucked his seed out of him,
stroking him with one hand, her other hand was in her
panties as she slicked one long slim finger in and out
of her pussy, carefully sliding it above and past the
thin wedge of tissue that proved no man’s penis had
ever penetrated her there.
Bobby, who sometimes loved to lean up on his elbows and
watch her lips slide up and down his rod, saw what she
was doing.
“Melissa?” he panted. “What are you doing?”
She paused, dragging her mouth up and off his cock.
“What do you mean?”
“Your hand,” he said. “In your panties.”
She looked him in the eyes. “I think you know what I’m
doing Bobby” she said and she went back down on him.
He let her go another minute. “I could help you,” he
said. “I mean you help me and all.”
Again she sucked hard as she pulled her lips up and off
his column of hard flesh. “I don’t think that would be
a good idea” she said. “I’ve taken great care to keep
my virginity intact, and if you start poking around in
there…” she trailed off and slid her lips lovingly
back onto his prick.
He watched, feeling the thrill of his orgasm creeping
up on him. “I wasn’t talking about… taking your
virginity” he panted. “But I’d be willing to… you
know… use my mouth to help you.
Within minutes Melissa was coaxing his spunk out of his
cock and into her mouth, sucking and swallowing. She
loved his taste now, and hungered for it in some
strange way. As she swallowed, she realized starkly
that she wasn’t interested in tasting other boys. Now,
the thought of feeling his tongue on her… in her…
She shuddered and came with him.
The next night she wore her terrycloth robe, as usual,
when she went to her brother’s room to rub down his
legs.
Under it she wore nothing.
It was late. He’d been getting home later and later as
Coach made them run further and further. The muscles in
his thighs were huge now, the size of small tree
trunks, and his calves were as big around as her own
thighs. Secretly, she believed he didn’t hurt as much
now, that he was in better shape. But she was as
addicted to their rubdown sessions as he was.
She worked on his legs for half an hour. “You think mom
and dad are in bed by now?” she asked, casually.
“I heard dad go to the bathroom before we even
started.” he sighed. Their father had a bedtime routine
that was as predictable as the sun. He always went to
the bathroom just before he got in bed. And he always
went to bed after their mother did. And she always went
to bed when Leno came on. Melissa only went down on him
after they were sure their parents were in bed.
She stood up and dropped her robe.
Bobby stopped breathing again. She was so beautiful he
ached. She wasn’t big breasted, but the swells of her
breasts were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her
slim body. Her nipples and areolas were so pink and
light colored they were hard to see, and the honey
color of her hair was the same all over her body.
She stood with her legs closed, hands at her side.
There was a gap between her thighs, where her pussy
lips were, and he could actually see through that gap.
His prick surged as he realized it was about the right
size to slide his prick through, and that if he did
that her pussy lips would ride along the top of his
cock.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned.
Quite seriously she said “We can’t do that.”
She took a step toward him. “But I’ve decided you CAN
help me… like you offered to last night.”
She crawled up on the bed and, before doing anything
else, she kissed his lips. They had kissed before, but
mostly extended pecks, more than most brothers and
sisters would do, but less than lovers. Tonight she
kissed him with loose lips and slipped her tongue into
his mouth. Then, before he could say or do much of
anything, she reversed her orientation and straddled
his head with her knees, putting her pussy right over
his mouth.
Bobby stared at her pussy as he felt the heat of her
mouth begin at the tip of his cock and slide downward.
He’d never seen one up close like this before, and he
was almost more interested in looking at it than
tasting it. Her hips wiggled, though, and she spread
her legs further, dropping her pussy onto his face and
rubbing his face with it. Her signal was clear. She was
impatient for him to DO something.
He lifted his head, stuck out his tongue, and began to
learn how to lick and suck his sister to orgasm.
Both of them decided that this was much better than
what they HAD been doing. And both of them altered the
way they thought about what they’d been doing, though
neither of them could have told you that then. As Bobby
sucked her juices and she swallowed his sperm, each
unconsciously added the description “lover” to the list
of ways they thought of each other.
After sweet, long and intense orgasms, she reversed her
position again and lay with her front pressed to his
side, and her arm draped over his chest.
“You OK?” he asked, his wet face looking at her dry
one.
“Uh huh,” she murmured. “I’m really glad you offered to
do that.”
“Me too,” he smiled. “But I’m all messy.”
“I don’t care,” she sighed, and kissed the face that
had her juices on it.
He had his first meet, and came in fifteenth in a field
of fifty runners. Not horribly bad, but two full
minutes behind the leader. He was disappointed though,
and was still down when he got home from the meet that
Saturday afternoon. Melissa hadn’t gone to the meet,
but was waiting for him when he got back.
She commiserated with him when he told her how things
had turned out. “You want a rubdown?” she asked. They
both knew she was talking about what they did AFTER she
gave him a rubdown. “Sort of a consolation prize?” she
said.
He smiled wanly at her. “The prize worth losing for?”
Then he chuckled. “Almost every guy out there would
fall down and pretend to have a cramp if he thought it
would get him in bed with you naked.”
“Well, my bed isn’t open to them.” She toyed with the
top button on her blouse. “But it is to you.”
Something in her voice was different, and they both
heard it. She’d never said so plainly before that she
was… available to him, sexually.
He went back to being serious. “We shouldn’t be doing
what we do.” he said. “It makes me want to do… more.”
“I know,” she said.
“We should probably stop,” he said, but he didn’t sound
like he meant it.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said simply.
“Me neither.”
“Mom and dad are at the matinee,” she said, unbuttoning
that top button.
He watched her get naked, feeling his prick bloom to
life almost like someone had turned some valve in his
body and his prick was inflated by that action. She was
so beautiful that he couldn’t do anything except watch.
When she dropped her panties she looked at him, still
fully clothed, mouth open and shook her head. When she
walked over to him, her hips went up and down, like
those of a stalking panther or something. She extended
her arm toward him, hand out, her index finger pointing
at him, until that finger touched his chest. Then she
applied pressure and pushed him toward the bed. His
thighs hit the edge and he fell backwards.
Then she stripped him like he was a baby, gradually
making him as naked as she was. His member stuck up at
an angle, waving as she moved him around to get at his
clothing.
It started like other times, with her sucking him in.
It made him light headed and he made noises that were a
cross between attempts at speaking, grunts of pleasure,
and mindless sounds generated deep in his brain that
leaked out through his mouth.
He felt his orgasm starting and something animal made
him push her head off him.
She looked up at him, question in her eyes.
What she saw was a stallion, or bull, or an Alpha Male
looking back at her, his eyes hot.
She swallowed at the intensity of his stare. When he
sat up she fell to her side and he pounced.
He covered her body with his, weighing her down and his
kiss was hot and demanding. Her passion surged and she
kissed him back, their lips almost bruising with the
strength of their clasp. It ended only because they had
to breathe.
“I want you,” he husked, his voice deep.
“Bobby… you know we can’t,” she moaned.
“I want you” he repeated. His face moved downward and
he devoured her breasts, licking, sucking, pushing them
around with his face before going on downward.
When he got to her pussy his attack was almost violent.
He thrust his face into her folds, turning it back and
forth so his nose raked back and forth across her clit
and his lips slid all over hers. It was a French kiss
of sorts, with his tongue sinking into her as much as
it could.
It felt fabulous.
Then he was hulking over her again, and something else
was touching her where his tongue had been… pushing
against her… prodding… poking. His eyes were inches
from hers. He just stared… and prodded.
“You mustn’t,” she gasped, her hands coming up to grasp
his face. She leaned up off the bed and kissed his
lips.
“We can’t,” she said. One of her hands left his face
and he felt it on his prick, grasping him, making the
tip move all around in her mushy opening.
“I won’t,” he grunted, pushing, as she centered it
right where he wanted it to be.
“Good,” she gasped, as he pushed against her tight
opening. “Cause I’m a virgin,” she moaned.
He reached between them and wrapped his hand around his
cock. He had to let his weight down on her, but she
didn’t complain.
With his thumb and forefinger pressed against her pussy
lips, he pushed his cock through his hand. The tip
poked through his hand and into her enough to hit and
stretch her cherry.
She WAS a virgin. “Oh ow!” she moaned.
He backed off immediately and her hands slapped to his
ass, holding him from moving away any more. He fucked
his hand again, prodding her opening again. Again and
again he fucked his hand, letting a little more and a
little more and a little more poke through it until he
had it going in her a whole inch.
She had winced several times, but now she was just
breathing hard. “Bobby, you’re going in me,” she
panted. “You have to stop.”
He took his hand away from his cock. Now there was
nothing to stop him from pushing it all in her. “OK,”
he said, pushing a little and going in as far as he had
already pushed.
“You can’t put it in me Bobby,” she said, as her hands
slid from his ass cheeks to his hips and pulled ever so
gently.
“I know” he said. He let his weight back down on her,
his chest mashing her breasts. Her legs opened wider
and he inched up her body, his penis slowly sneaking
deeper into her channel.
“OK,” she groaned. “As long as you know you can’t put
it inside me.”
“I won’t,” he said, squirming up further. He was
halfway in her now and she felt hot, and wet and
welcoming.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Don’t go any further.” Her hands
pulled gently.
“OK, I’m stopping,” he whispered. He pushed his hands
on the bed and did a pushup, leaving them connected
only where his penis entered her body. She lifted her
head, her eyes wide as she stared at where he was
penetrating her.
He let his back muscles relax. His hips dropped, and
the rest of his prick slowly disappeared inside her.
They both let out their breath in one long groan.
Melissa’s head dropped back on the bed as she took in a
ragged breath. Bobby’s face was right over hers now and
he kissed her chin and then her lips. “I’m going to
keep not doing this for a minute.” he whispered.
Melissa let her breath out in an almost hysterical bark
“Good!, because I don’t know now much longer I can keep
saying no. I think it would be a good idea if you went
back to your room now.” she moaned.
“This is my room,” he said gently. He pulled his wet
prick almost out of her and then let it sink back in,
all the way.
Melissa’s knees jerked reflexively as he filled her
tight channel. “Oh shiiiit!” she sighed.
“I shouldn’t fuck you with it either, should I?” he
said, pulling out again and this time slamming back in.
“Ohhh noooooo,” she said, as her hips bucked up to meet
his invading rod.
“Just checking,” he said. He began to make long deep
penetrating strokes as fast as he could and suddenly it
popped out of her and slid up onto her mons.
“Ohhhh nooooooo,” she said again, her hand darting
between them to notch it back where it belonged. She
sighed noisily as he sunk back in.
Bobby found that if he pulled his knees up close to her
butt, and let his chest fall down on hers, with his
head beside hers, he could flex his back muscles very
quickly without pulling it far enough out of her to
come out accidentally.
Hunched over her he began rodding her mercilessly as
she flopped under him, her legs and arms waving in the
air as she was pummeled by his cock.
Her orgasm was upon her and she wailed, starting low in
her throat, her voice rapidly rising to a soprano
squeal of ecstasy. Her arms went around him and her
legs tried to, but couldn’t find purchase on his
hunched over form and every muscle in her body froze as
he continued to make rapid rabbit fucks into her pussy.
He pushed in and held it there. “Oh FUCK! that feels
good” he grunted, his face in her hair. Her muscles
began to loosen, her arms falling to her sides. Her
face turned until her lips were right in his ear.
“You mustn’t cum in me Bobby,” she whispered. Her
tongue flicked out, the tip digging into his ear.
“I know,” he said softly. He pulled back and began
fucking her again, this time more slowly. He stretched
his legs back out and pushed himself up off her chest.
“Cause I’m not on the pill, and you’d probably make me
pregnant if you came in me,” she said, her hands coming
back up to his face.
“I won’t cum in you,” he promised, his thrusts speeding
up.
Her hands pulled at his face. “Kiss me while you don’t
cum in me,” she said.
Her kiss unlocked the floodgates as he pushed in one
last time. His flow was heavy and strong, his seed
thick and virile as it burst out of his prick and
flooded her nubile sex. Her “Mmmmmmm” at the feel of
his heat spurred him to push harder, trying to get as
deep in her as he could.
His body settled down on hers again, gently at first,
and then bonelessly as his strength fled. Melissa
stroked his back, not feeling trapped by his weight,
but rather feeling covered, as with a blanket.
“I’m so glad we didn’t do that,” she sighed. “I can’t
wait till we don’t do it again.”