Chapter 3

As it happened I decided that the best thing to do was to live with Judd and leave my folks, but I didn't know how it would work out. What would happen? I kept asking myself. What were my parents going to do?

I was in my room thinking about these things. My parents had gone out for the evening and I was left at home with my brother, Jerome. He was in his room.

I began to have thoughts about Jerome, the kind of thoughts that most sisters shouldn't have about their brothers. He had just turned sixteen and he was healthy and had a good body. The good body was a result of his constant interest in sports. It seemed like he was always doing something, running, jumping, playing baseball, basketball, whatever.

The more I thought about him and his body, the more that I wanted to find out just how good that body of his was.

I knocked on the door to his room and went in. He was sprawled out on his bed, reading a body-building magazine. There was this picture of a well-muscled Atlas on the front of the magazine.

Jerome was on the bed and he was naked save for a pair of cut-off jeans. His body was revealed to my eye and I watched as his muscles rippled with the movements that he made. I knew that he wasn't wearing anything under his jeans because of the way his cock was hanging.

I sat on the bed near him.

"What are you reading," I asked casually, picking up one of his many magazines. As I flipped through it, I saw that there were many photographs-all of men, all nude.

"Oh, just looking through some mags that Larry loaned me."

"They look interesting."

"Yeah, some of them are." I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was embarrassed.

"Nice photography, too," I commented as I looked at a full page photo of a healthy teenager. The body was clean of hair, except in the crotch. The skin of the boy in the picture was shiny-as though it had been well oiled. Even the cock glistened.

I shot a glance at Jerome to see what his reaction was. It showed interest, but noncommittal.

"Have you ever posed for stuff like this?"

"Me?" He sounded quite surprised.

"Why not. You've got a good body, haven't you? It's as good-or better-than these."

"Do you really think so?" He was interested now.

"Why, certainly. Stand up. Let me look at you."

He scrambled off the bed and stood on the floor, self consciously.

"Strike a pose," I instructed him.

"Like this?" He took up a position similar to one of those in the magazine, the one I had been looking at.

"Hmmmmm." I nodded my head approvingly. "Not bad. If you were oiled and shaved, you'd look as good as him-even though you've got pants on." I paused, calculating his reception to my thought. "You could even make it look more sexy by opening those two buttons," I said as I reached over and popped them open.

He jumped, not expecting my sudden movement. But he didn't stop me. I saw the color rising in his face.

I also saw life come into his crotch.

"That isn't bad at all!" Casually, I looked down at the bush of dark curly hair showing in his open fly.

Jerome continued to stand in his posing position, waiting for me to instruct him further.

"How about standing a little straighter. That's it. Now, spread your feet about a foot and a half apart." As he didn't quite understand me, I knelt before him and placed his feet for him. Then I took his hands, placing them on his hips.

"Okay, now shove your hips a little bit forward." He did so that it was only a few inches from my face. The scent of his young body excited me. My groin began to tighten and twitch.

"If we just do this," I continued as I reached up and opened another of his buttons, "it will look even better."

Opening the button revealed the base of his cock, which was much more than I had expected. His cock was fatter than Judd's. The veins stood out, excitedly.

Grazing the flesh of his cock with my hand-deliberately-I ostentatiously ran my hand down his leg.

He stood motionless. Was he teasing me or testing me? I looked up at his face. He was smiling down at me and I returned his smile.

"For another shot," I went on, determined to play out this little game, "you could have your pants part way down. I've always considered it sort of sexy." I grasped his cuffs and pulled. The material slid easily over his body as the waistband crept lower over his hips. And the opened fly revealed more of Jerome's beautiful cock, which only excited me more.

I couldn't stop now. My mouth began to water. I felt hot inside. I thought about Judd, and I could taste the sweet, the saltiness of his flesh.

I wondered how Jerome, my brother, tasted . ...

I acted. My hand went to his prick. I began stroking his stiff member.

"Sis!" He didn't move, although he sounded quite shocked. I smiled inwardly. This was only the beginning.

"What's the matter? Haven't you ever had this done before?" I continued stroking his cock. Lightly, holding my fingers straight, I pressed them against the flesh.

"But ... you're my sister! Isn't this incest?"

"What does that have to do with it?" My hunger was forcing me into a casual and matter-of-fact attitude. I had to have him!

"But-but Oh, I don't know. It doesn't seem right. Somehow it's wrong!" His conscience was bothering him. I suppose he felt guilty.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Well, what's wrong then? It feels good.

And you like it. And I want it. What's wrong?"

"Well-nothing-I guess-But, what if the folks were to come in?"

"Oh, that." I was deliberately contemptuous, partly to quell his guilt and fears. "They're not due home for hours yet. Besides, we can hear them when they drive in. So there's nothing to worry about."

My voice was tight with excitement. My mind raced. The very thought of seducing my own brother was stimulating. My pussy grew moist as passion grew inside of me.

Each time my fingers moved over his cock, they felt it twitching. It pressed hard against the remaining material.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, exhaling heavily through my mouth against the material still covering his cockhead.

The restrained member jerked, bobbing against my parted lips. I raised my arms, putting them around to the cheeks of his ass. I could feel the muscles tighten against my palms, becoming convex as his hips slid forward ever so slightly. He was teasing me, coaxing me to become bolder.

Thrilled, I accepted his challenge. Roving across his ass, my hands moved down, taking the material down with them. The unsupported shorts fell down around his ankles.

As my hands touched the bare flesh of his firm, young ass, I felt his hands settling, one on each side of my temples. He pulled me gently against his groin.

Moaning, I rubbed my face up and down, up and down.

"Oh, sis." He shoved his hips more boldly against me. "That's good! It feels great!"

Without changing position he lifted first one foot, then the other, and let his jeans fall off his feet. He now stood naked. And his stiff cock pressed hard against my chin.

My tongue snaked out and licked. Convulsively, his hips twitched.

Again, my tongue. Then I began working and kissing and licking up one side of his gorgeous staff, moving gradually toward the head. Upon reaching it, I found a pearl of liquid had formed over the tiny slit.

"Oh, Jerome!" I moaned as I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. His hands still resting on the sides of my head, began urging me further down on his prick. Even though he was larger in girth than Judd, he was only seven or so inches long. Swallowing him was easy after Judd's monstrous length.

I swallowed him whole. With my nose nuzzling deep into his pubic hairs, his hips began a slow, grinding motion. He rotated them, mostly going back and forth, forward and backward, backward and forward.

The muscles of his butt tensed and relaxed with each complete rotated movement. I slipped one hand further around the back, in between his hot, wet flesh, and sought out his balls.

I found them hanging loosely under his cock, which was well buried in my throat. I stroked them. I tickled them. I tugged at them.

I worked them around in my hand, manipulating them between my fingers and thumb.

I rolled them around in their sac.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, "That's great!" And he began to gain confidence. His growing agitation began to take over.

I took my mouth from his swollen cock. "Why don't you kneel next to the edge of the bed?" I scrambled back onto the bed and lay down with my head hanging over its edge right in front of his tool.

I reached over my head and pulled his hips forward. His cock moved easily into my mouth as it bent forward. Keeping my eyes open, I watched it as it disappeared into my throat. His balls came closer and closer. And I closed my eyes as they finally nestled, one lying on each eyeball, divided by the bridge of my nose. I liked the sensation of heat they caused on my eyelids.

He resumed his grinding rotations, which pulled his prick almost totally from my throat and mouth at each gyration before shoving it back in.

As this was experimental on my part, I found I was having difficulty swallowing the collecting saliva. Each time Jerome withdrew, he took most of it with him. By tightening my lips as he reentered, I found I could leave most of it on his cock, leaving his prick free to remove more on the next round.

"Oh, sis," he groaned passionately, "suck it, yeah! Suck it good! Wow! You're good! Suck it!"

His motions became jerky, more excited. But I didn't want him to come yet. I didn't want it to end so soon.

So, I reached up, found, and placed his hands on my tits. He curled his fingers into the yielding flesh. He understood what I wanted and began to work his fingers in and over my breasts.

He dug at them.

He pinched them.

He pressed them.

He squeezed them.

I ran my hand all over his body, wherever I could reach. I touched him. I tickled him. I poked him, gently.

Up to his chest, I tickled and lightly pinched the tiny nipples of his firm masculine chest. Quickly they went hard and taut.

Reaching up further, I could touch his neck. I could tell by the position of his chin, which I reached with my fingertips, that he too was watching his cock as it worked in and out of my mouth.

Arching against him, I spread my arms across his slightly hunched shoulders. I slid my hands down over his biceps. I felt them flexing as they moved in rhythm with his fingers. I relaxed back down on the bed, bringing my hands down over his arms, his wrists, and finally his hands. For a moment I rested mine over his, moving my fingers with his as he worked on my tits.

"Oh, baby," he moaned softly, "you're great! You're wild! Suck it! I haven't had that done for a long, long time. Suck it."

Mouth and throat working frantically, I swallowed, squeezed, gently bit, worked his meat deeper and deeper into my throat. Simultaneously I forced my nose into his groin and pressed it against the hard muscle there, leading into his cock. It slid back and forth over my nose as he drove his cock into and out of me.

His hands left my tits and roved down, kneading my flesh as he worked downward. His warm fingers slid slowly, sensuously down over my abdominal muscles, pushing and pulling at the soft belly flesh as they progressed toward my pussy.

My hips ground out their own rhythm, rising and falling on the bed. I thrashed back and forth, wanting, needing, demanding something in there.

I wanted contact.

I needed his fingers.

I demanded attention in my pubic area.

His eager hands finally arrived. Gently, hesitantly he began probing. His fingers touched the lips of my cunt, one on either side. He slid them down the length of my lips, pressing against them. The pressure curled the lips, baring the pinkness of my inside pussy flesh.

"Wow! Look at that slit! Look at it-" He was talking to himself. "It's wonderful, wild! Fantastic! It's all wet and juicy, slick and shiny! I'll bet that's been fucked good? Huh, sis? I'll bet you've had some hot cocks in there loving it? Huh, sis?"

His fingers and his voice gave him away. He was really hot.

He pressed hard into me with both hands, spreading my cunt. He worked his hands back and forth, kneading the tender flesh.

Then the itching started deeper inside, causing me to twitch as well as undulate.

His fingers, his hands moved, kneading, rubbing, stroking. Closer and closer to my hole. I ached with desire and itched with need. I spread my legs apart, further than before. I arched higher into him, trying to tell him by gesture to move his fingers-some of them at any rate-inside of my slit.

He took the hint.

"There it is," he exclaimed, almost as though he'd discovered a new thing. "There's your clit!" ' I felt him take hold of my clit with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed it experimentally. I jerked convulsively, my stomach muscles pulling in taut. My head lunged as my back arched, jamming his cock further into my throat-further than I had thought possible.

A moan slipped from my mouth. It sounded more like a wet gurgle as it boiled up through my accumulated saliva.

But Jerome understood and squeezed my clitoris again, harder this time. Again my body convulsed. Again he pinched. And again I lunged at him.

At the same time, he still worked the fingers of his other hand into my cunt, slipping them in and out in a quickened rhythm. It felt as though he had at least two, or perhaps three, fingers inside of me. I loved it. My hips continued to rise up to him, increasing the depth and pressure of his thrusts. He continued to stroke and squeeze my clit, which kept my body thrashing beneath him.

Both of our excited bodies were passionately working.

I slipped his cock from my mouth. Immediately, I reached for his balls. With a little arching on my part and a short forward shift-aided by my guidance-I got hold of the sac and was able to suck both balls into my mouth. I worked them around with my tongue. Alternately I pressed them against my cheeks, and toothed them lightly. I didn't try to hurt him, only excite him more, stimulate him more.

I pressed my nose into the crack of his ass. His odor was strong, pungent, attractive to me.

It drew me. Eagerly, I probed deeper, searching the crack, seeking for the source. Using my hands, I parted his cheeks, baring his crack to the wetness of my face.

Releasing his balls, I shot my tongue up his crack toward his delectable ass-hole. The tight pink, ring contracted. But now, I wouldn't be denied.

Pulling his crotch higher onto my neck, I allowed my head to push higher, reaching further up his crack, and his ass-hole.

My lips descended right over his hole, making it slippery enough for my tongue to begin entry. After a few thrusts, I could feel his ass relaxing. I was making headway, probing into his rectum. I began searching its depths, desiring to wet it with a thick film of my saliva.

The bed squeaked from the violence of my movements. In trying to increase the rhythm, I intensified the sound.

I worked harder.

I worked faster.

"Yeah, sis. Work that cunt for me-Let's see if I can make it feel as good with my hand as a cock can. Grind it up to me. Let me feel the hotness of that hole-Let me feel the hotness-Suck my ass while you're at it-suck it out-Open it with your tongue-Wet it good-Make it feel good-"

Jerome was highly excited. His cock twitched and thumped against my breasts as I lunged at his ass with my tongue.

I felt his fingers pressing into my hole. The fingers of his other hand twisted and pulled at my clit. They pinched, stretched, rolled it. It excited me. It maddened me. It depraved me.

"Oh, Jerome! Fuck it-Fuck me-Fill it up-Make it feel good-please-"

"I gotta better idea." He got to his feet.

I rearranged myself on the bed and watched him. I stroked my cunt with my fingers as I did so.

He picked up two magazines and left the room. I heard water running. Then silence. He returned, carrying the two magazines, now soaked in water and rolled into a cylinder. He covered the roll with a condom. The result was a warm dildo, two inches thick and about eleven inches long.

He got onto the bed next to me and pressed it against my cunt lips. I spread my legs, pulling the lips apart for him.

Also, I reached up and stroked his cock. I let my hand slip up and down the full length of it. I watched the head swell as my hand moved toward the head. The slit would open, and in two or three strokes, it had managed to form a large drop of clear lubricant.

With the tip of my finger I transferred the liquid to my mouth, licking the finger. The taste was warm, sweet, salty, delicious. I wanted more.

I felt the warm pressure of Jerome's homemade dildo creeping into me-slowly-slowly-slowly.

His eyes shone as he stared, fascinated, as the pliable shaft grew shorter and shorter as it disappeared inside of me.

I felt it going deeper. It eased the flesh aside as it slid, spreading the walls of my cunt and opening me up.

I pressed my hips up toward him. I was showing him that it didn't hurt. I was helping him and letting him know that I wanted more.

"Oh, Jerome!" My hands clutched tightly to his rampant cock. "Fuck that damned thing into me-It's so good-warm-hard-And it's deep-deep inside of me-Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"

He complied, shoving it into me with steady strokes until he hit bottom. Then he would remove it, slowly and steadily. I felt the walls and lips of my pussy clinging to its slickness.

I looked down, seeing them being pulled out and from me. Then when he would shove it back into me, they would skin down the length of the fake cock, clinging to it and holding it firmly.

"Let me," I said suddenly. I reached out and took the dildo from him.

Holding the shaft between my legs, I arose and stood on the floor next to him. He lay down on the bed with his face near my cunt, watching me.

My hips began undulating as I steadily inserted the dildo into myself. When I felt it touch bottom, I almost fainted. I held it in place by squeezing my cunt lips. I took the opportunity to fondle my tits with my hands. I worked with them roughly, pinching and pulling on them. I worked my hips in front of my brother's fascinated face, letting him see me make love to his dildo.

Back and forth he worked the cock in his hand, pulling the skin down and rubbing his fingers over the sensitive glans. The head became a dark shiny purple and ooze formed on the mini lips. His hand moved up and down making it swell and pull. The cock was an enticing piece of meat.

He reached out with his other hand and held the stub of the dildo firmly. Then he twisted it from side to side, around and around. I could feel it moving inside of me, relieving the, now incense, itching and burning. It was wonderful!

My hips continued to work on his artificial tool. Hungrily, they slipped back and forth on it-eagerly, as he kept holding it for me.

"Wow!" he murmured, "that's really something! That's really a sight! Nearly that whole damned thing's up your snatch! Nearly all of it! The whole damned thing!"

He continued to work, edging it still further, pressing it harder against the base of my womb.

So strong were the sensations that they were paralyzing my hips. My cunt and lips went limp and numb. I realized I was pinching my tits with my nails. I was creating needles of pain, hard pain, which shot downward and joined the numbness in my stomach.

"Oh, Jerome, fuck me-Fuck it into me-Fuck me with it-Fuck me-Fuck me-" There was no stopping me now! Pains were becoming pleasures. Sensations stimulated me into mad pelvic gyrations.

It occurred to me, oddly, that the scene would have been obscene to onlookers. But that thought only spurred me further. The sight of my brother lying there, jacking off while fucking my cunt with his magazine dildo, drew my hips to him. I saw that his hand was wet from my juices. That did not deter him, and he continued to work on me.

"How's that feel, sis?-like a real cock?-like a hard, stiff cock up there? like it-Feed good-Want it?"

I pressed downward, bending my knees and twisting my lower body to accommodate the shaft. I came lower down on the shaft.

"Take it-take it all, if you want. I'd like to see all eleven inches of it inside you-I'd like to be able to stick my finger in you-I'd like to be able to get a finger up that hole and feel it up in there-I want to see it disappear-Take it, sis-Take it, all of it-Come on, you can do it-Take it-Take it-"

I continued to press down on the dildo until my knees touched the floor. His eyes never left my snatch. His hand kept arching the magazines into me. The sensations continued to enslave my hole. They increased its desire. I wanted to consume more and more of it.

"Yeah-You're getting it-You're making it-Take it-Come on, sis-Take it-You wnat it-I know you do-You can take it-Take it-Come on, baby-Take it-Fill that snatch-Suck it up."

My sucking, pulling cunt drew the shaft steadily into me. The pressure increased as I bore down on the makeshift cock. I wanted to please Jerome. I wanted him to feel all of it inside of me. I wanted to see his reaction.

"Shit!" he exclaimed suddenly. "There it goes! It's all in, sis! You've got it all-All of it-It's up that cunt. Babe, you've got it all. You've got it all! I can feel it up there-way up there-That whole fucking cock is up there!"

I knew it.

I could feel it.

I ground my body, pulled my tit with one hand and scratched flesh with the other. My hand glided over his body, onto his arm, down the arm, to his hand. I felt two fingers extended, poking up into me. My fingers followed them into my hole. I touched the base of the soggy shaft!

His other hand worked rapidly on his stiff meat.

He beat it.

He whipped it from side to side. He slipped his hand back and forth with such speed that it was blurred to the sight. "Damn!" he shouted. "I can't take it anymore! I'm going to come. I can't hold off! I'm going to pop!" His body went into the preliminary convulsions of orgasm. His cock throbbed twice.

Then it disappeared into my throat! I wanted to have his come. I wanted to feel it spill into my mouth. I was going to eat my brother. I wanted his hot, young cream.

It jerked once-twice-

And I tasted it.

It began with a spurt, but quickly became a steady flow. My mouth filled and I swallowed. As swiftly as I swallowed, he caught me again. His ejaculation was immense. It seemed endless.

But I continued to suck it away from him. And he continued to poke his fingers into me. He jabbed them against the dildo, shoving it roughly against my lower stomach. Each time shivers of passion raced through me.

My peak was coming. I felt my body tighten. The walls of my cunt gripped the invader.

It happened for me.

My channel filled. It overflowed. It ran down the length of the slick-sided dildo. It fell from my cunt and into the convex palm of my brother's hand, filling it.

I continued to lap and suck and swallow his cream. It was hard, lumpy, hot and sweet. It had a delicious salty overflavor. I loved it!

When his throbbing and draining had subsided, I raised up off his prick and looked down at my crotch. His hand was full of my juices. I looked at him. Our eyes met-and held.

Slowly, his hand came upward, holding the bulk of my orgasm cupped in his palm. He stopped moving it as it came level with his chest, as I saw out of the corner of my eye. Too, I saw the smile growing on his face-a leer, a dirty grin.

I knew what he wanted-

Slowly-very slowly-I leaned forward, still holding his gaze, and approached his full hand. My tongue came out of my mouth and touched his wrist, tenderly, but eagerly. It crept upward toward his hand, soon finding the puddle of warm fluid.

I kept watching his face. His eyes glinted in the lamplight. His teeth reflected the light. His lips were pulled back, the corners turned down.

He was being cruel.

He was being dirty.

And that's exactly what I wanted!

I remembered the dildo, still lodged deep in my cunt. My hips moved. I still stared at my brother. Neither one of us spoke a word.

I hovered over his palm, the tip of my tongue dipped into the thick wetness lying there.

He lowered his palm, just out of reach.

His sneer increased. "Want it?" His voice was barely audible-but plainly taunting, sneering, deriding.

My head jerked slightly in affirmation.

"Work for it, baby. Work those hips-Grind them-I want to watch you screw yourself-Let me see you love that cock in there. Work, baby-Work-Fuck."

I began working my hips in large circles.

He moved his hand away, down toward his cock. The palm turned down. The liquid spilled onto his shaft. Taking his cock in his hand, he slushed the juice all over it as he began jacking off.

My hips were working large circles. My vaginal passage caressed the magazines within me. The dildo with its wet stiffness, pushed and stretched, probed and poked at me.

I was getting excited all over again!

Our bodies were again in motion. Both were working. Both of us were lost, abandoned, immersed in sex.

Our gazes still locked, we were both reading things from each other: thoughts, ideas.

But it wasn't enough this time. I wanted more.

Suddenly, stopping the rotating, I pulled the dildo out of me and tossed it away, careless of where it landed.

This time it would be all or nothing! Incest, my pussy!

I leaned forward, coming up on my knees. Reaching both arms out, I placed them on my brother's shoulders. I used him as a lever to hoist myself up onto him, over his prick.

Jerome started when he realized what I was going to do. He tried to pull back. He didn't want to screw his sister! The little coward, I thought. He had been cruel. Now it was my turn!

Before he could pull back, I had landed on his groin. I did it all in one smooth series of motions. To feel a cock-a real cock-inside of me. I moaned with delight as I sank swiftly down onto his prick.

Then I convulsed my hip muscles. Jerome's grimace gave way to a pleasurable delight as he experienced cunt-action.

At first, I just rocked back and forth-back and forth. Then I switched to sideways motions just like I'd read one did on a camel. At last I started to gyrate, and increased the rhythm.

"That's it, baby! Go-Go-Go-Go-Go!"

He started to buck under me. With my thighs I clung to him as he leaped and jumped about on the bed.

His hands found my breasts. They commenced squeezing and massaging my tits. His fingers dug into my tender, sensitive flesh, harder with each stroke.

As my thighs tightened and loosened, so did my cunt and ass muscles. Jerome was quickly being reduced to a state of a frenzied animal, just as I was.

Our speed grew, so did the passion. Now his hands were up on my shoulders. Again his fingers were digging into my flesh. It hurt, but I enjoyed this pain.

Taking a firmer grip on his hips, I slid my hands down to his nipples. Grabbing one in each hand, between thumb and forefinger, I pulled at them, pinching hard.

"Yawwwwww!" He yelled with the sudden pain. "Shitballs! It is great!! ! "

Again I pulled and pinched, harder this time-much harder. In response his hands bit deep into my shoulders. He let one hand slide back down to a breast. Grabbing it, he jerked it with a twisting motion.

My back arched back from the pain. I groaned, stopping all motion.

"Keep working, baby." It was a command, not a request.

I began again, slowly, building back up easily to our previous ecstasy.

"Faster."

But I refused to speed up. So my brother was forced to slow down to match my rhythm.

At a less frenzied pace, I was able to enjoy-no, love-the excitement of sex with Jerome. He really wasn't experienced. But he knew intuitively, what worked and what didn't.

His hands were both on my tits now. He was alternately squeezing them with his fingers and flattening them with his palms. And he kept up a twisting-rubbing motion against my nipples with his palms the whole time. It was wonderful, great. It was fantastic.

I ran my hands up and down his chest, combing my spread fingers through the fine, adolescent down that was just beginning to grow there. I would, at the top of a stroke, curl my fingers about his muscular shoulders, massaging them. Then I would pull my back and shoulders back, dragging my hands, palms last down through his chest hairs. And on down to his ridged guts, down to where my body joined with his.

Then, I would push forward, up toward his shoulders. By resting much of my torso weight on my arms, I created friction between my palms and his flesh. Each time it left a reddened trail or goose flesh up his torso.

Each time I changed my body position slightly, I raised up off him, only to slam back down onto him in the reverse stroke.

Jerome's face had relaxed; his eyes closed. He was enjoying this. So was I!

We went on like this for some time-or so it seemed.

Finally, he let his roving hands rest on the upper swell of my hips. As I came down off a stroke, he flexed his arms, jamming me down onto him. He held me down there while increasing the speed of the rhythm. I now began gyrating. We were rocking around, back and forth, up and down together. Faster and faster, harder and harder we went.

"Take me-Take me!"

And I cried, "I'm coming, too!! I can't stop it!"

Our orgasms were perfectly matched; for as soon as his subsided, mine, too, had reached its end.

I collapsed again and fell onto Jerome, burying my head and face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my back and held himself inside of me. We lay still for several moments, recovering from our mutual experience.

"Wow!" he gasped. "Now that we know, we'll really have a ball next time!"

I wanted-so desperately-to tell him that there would be no next time.