Chapter 2
I guess I never fully realized that I was turned on sexually with my brother Mike until I saw him lying there naked, his body threshing eagerly on top of the bed as he got his cock sucked.
Instinctively, I reached back with my right hand and grabbed my zipper. I pulled it down quickly, wiggling my hips fervently as I got out of my skirt.
I watched the skirt angle down my legs. Once more I couldn't help but realize what a nifty set of gains I had been blessed with. I certainly had them admired enough by young men. Come to think of it, by men of all ages.
I let the skirt slip down all the way to my ankles, then stepped out of it. All the while the burning sensations continued to multiply in my pussy.
My eyes were fixed on brother Mike's prick, which was getting the first-class treatment from Sarah's talented tongue.
I couldn't help but think that Sarah had a lot more going for her than good looks and a good figure. Maybe she had a reason beyond those two factors for being named homecoming princess. If she gave head like that enough times, she couldn't help but make a big splash among the men on the campus.
Sarah bounced up and down with spectacular grace as she kept up her swift tongue efforts. She would let her tongue run up and down the full length of Mike's dick, then would work it back to the tip of his throbbing pecker. That way she was giving it to him the best of both ways. All the while, as she kept up her sizzling tongue efforts, she would work her fingers smoothly around his bulging testicles.
I kept imagining how seething he must have been both in his cock and balls, judging by the reactions he was giving out with to her movements.
"Scrape your tongue all the way down my cock," he cried out. "I'm not that far from finishing, baby. You're gonna get a spectacular load of juice inside your mouth. Collect every drop of it. You deserve a treat like that. A nice, hot lunch. That's what you're gonna get. Hell, there'll be more than lunch. It'll be dinner, and a damned good one at that."
Her tongue continued sliding up and down the full length of his throbbing stick. As he moved that much closer to the final stages of the act, Mike reached out with his trembling hands.
I watched as his fingers gripped Sarah's head. He was forcing her down over his huge rod, making her suck him just the way that he wanted it.
"Keep moving your tongue," he gasped. "Keep sucking, honey. Go after my pecker juice. I'm gonna spill a sea of hot jissum in your mouth. It's gonna be like a damned earth-quake, honey, but a lot more fun. The stuff is gonna come spilling into your mouth. I want you to eat every drop of it."
His sexy words, coupled with the hardness of his cock and the spirited way in which Sarah was sucking it, caused me to reach out next and grab the elastic of my silky white panties.
With great speed, I pulled them down my legs, listening to the sounds of the silk scraping against my firm skin.
I looked down at my white-thatched pubic mound. I thought about how, just a short time ago, Stan had succeeded in getting his fingers inside it.
My instincts were completely taking charge of me. As I watched Sarah's sucking with hypnotic fascination, the fingers of my right hand began to maneuver against my mound.
At first I let my fingers move slowly against my pubic hairs. I couldn't help but notice that the sensations were almost identical with those supplied by Stan just a short time before. In a way I was sorry that I didn't let him at least play with my pussy until I juiced. But, of course, I also had to recognize that he was interested in more than that. He admitted that his next order of business would have been to suck my snatch.
My fingers began to work with brisk ease as I let them come into steady contact with my mound. Before I knew it I was beginning to juice, continuing to watch the fascinating spectacle of Sarah going down on Mike while my fingers flew.
The closer that she moved him to the act of orgasm, the more frenziedly my fingers began to glide against my mound.
My vaginal lips quaked with sensation from my quick, precise movements. I masturbated for all I was worth, letting the juice flow as Sarah kept up her antics. I imagined what it would be like for me to turn my tongue loose on Mike's hard cock. Even though, as I earlier said, I fooled around a little with guys, and had let a few inside my pussy with their cocks, I hadn't yet blown one.
A few of them really made a fuss about it, wanting me to suck their rods, but I never felt quite that close to any of them. I had thought about cock-sucking as something strange and off-beat, even though a number of my girl friends had told me how much fun it could be. I figured that they could go ahead and do it, but that I wasn't about to.
Suddenly, I was re-evaluating everything. The longer that I observed Sarah's head bouncing up and down as she delivered her tongue stabs with dedication toward Mike's rod, the more envious I felt toward her.
Mike moved his fingers carefully through her hair, enjoying the steady finger contact as she kept up her incessant sucking.
"Keep going, I'm practically there, you've just about got me off," Mike sighed.
I observed the beads of sweat beginning to surface on his forehead, and his legs were quivering with great anticipation while she kept up her steady activity, working her tongue up and down his instrument.
She slowed down her pace as she moved into the final few stages of the act. Sarah was readying herself for the first few droplets of Mike's jissum.
I remembered how some girls I knew had told me about those first few spurting sensations. One girl had said that there was nothing like it, that she preferred it to any other kind of sex activity.
From what I was observing, I could now be-gin to see exactly what she meant. It was great watching Mike go out of his gourd with fascination while Sarah kept on faithfully working her tongue up and down his dick.
Whereas she had been working her fingers more sharply against his balls earlier, she slowed down the movements. She let her fingers touch his testicles ever so smoothly and carefully. Sarah was intent on draining every bit of emotion and sensation from Mike before the first few droplets of cum began to spill out of the end of his mammoth organ.
Mike's face began to redden, and drops of sweat trickled down both sides of his face. I could see from the intense expression on his face that he wasn't far removed from the big moment.
My legs began to quiver about as nervously as Mike's from the activity I was generating with my fingers. I heaved a sigh as I gushed, placing my hand over my mouth so that I wouldn't be heard. I certainly didn't want to be caught looking in on their fuck session.
Sarah finally released her fingers from Mike's balls. She tickled the tip of his penis one more time with her tongue, then slid it all the way down his long pole.
A few strokes later, Mike began to erupt. His buttocks bounced up and down on the bed and he gave a loud sigh.
A few gasps later, I observed the first few drops of his white sperm spilling out of the end of his nervous cock.
"This is it, go get it," he gasped.
I watched Sarah brace herself. She wore a look of steady determination as her tongue made contact with Mike's sperm.
After those first few drops, the deluge hit. The burning semen began to spill uncontrollably out of the end of Mike's dick. All the while he heaved a loud sigh, watching with open-mouthed amazement as his lover did all in her power to corral every drop of precious liquid.
I could tell from the way Sarah went about it that she had had a good deal of experience. She slurped with everything she had, determined to swallow his entire load.
"Stay with it," Mike encouraged.
While she kept on swallowing the spurting droplets of juice, Mike ran his fingers affectionately through her hair. He enjoyed the treatment that he was getting from Sarah, who valued his orgasmic load highly.
As the juices continued to flow unrestrainedly from Mike's cock into Sarah's waiting mouth, I felt more envious than ever of Sarah. Even though I had never had a load, and even though I had been anything but impressed upon listening to girl friends of mine tell me about what it was like to receive a man's cum, I hadn't been the least bit interested until I saw my own brother being sucked off by Sarah.
I figured that if she could give him sensations of that sort, so could I.
As I began to evaluate my thoughts and jealousies, however, I couldn't help but begin to feel guilty. Was I flipping out or something? After all, Mike was my brother. Sarah certainly had more of a right to have sex with him than I did. Sure he loved me, but in a much different way than he did somebody like Sarah.
I spent the next few seconds trying to silently rationalize that Mike hadn't really meant that much to me at all sexually. It was just that he had a long hard cock, and that I hadn't realized up until that point what I was missing.
If I could just go down on a hot young guy and taste his load, I told myself, then the mystery would be over.
As I watched Sarah gobble down the final few drops of Mike's huge load, I knew it was time for me to put my clothes back on and go to my room.
Then I watched Mike pull Sarah toward him and deliver a kiss to her lips.
"That's for being such a great cock-sucker," he winked.
I pulled my panties up quickly, and my skirt.
As I moved quickly down the hall toward my bedroom, I felt in something of a daze.
Despite my unswerving love and dedication toward Mike, never had I looked toward him in such an obvious sexual context as I just had.
I still couldn't quite understand what had motivated me to watch him with intensity, then remove my skirt and panties and play with my pussy.
All kinds of emotions were flooding through me. One moment I would envy Sarah, while the next I would begin to feel guilty over having spied on them.
There was one thing, though, that I just couldn't deny. I had received tremendous kicks watching Sarah exercise her tongue over Mike's long cock.
I couldn't help but wonder just what I would do with an opportunity to let my tongue glide with a young man's penis. Just maybe I would take the plunge sometime, I thought, and perhaps I would learn to like it just as well as Sarah obviously did.
Once more I thought back to Stan, and the way that he had recklessly thrown himself at me.