My sister,my sex slave(45)

She waited until it was after one o'clock in the morning and she was sure that everyone else was sound asleep. When she was walking in the night, she stopped and turned and looked back at her little sister's windows and there was no light. Lily was sound asleep, exhausted and worn out from the hard work that they had all had to do in order to accomplish Lennie's purposes.

Adam was waiting for her and she walked right into his arms and as soon as his mouth found her lips, the trembling began and she wept. He held her and she could feel the way his heart was pounding and her own was racing just as wildly. She shivered as his lips moved across her own and then he moved, somehow, so that her back was against the wall of the building and then he was putting his hands on her breasts and even through the fabric of her blouse, the nerve endings reacted to his touch and she could feel the rising fever in her loins. For a moment she was filled with a touch of outrage, desolate because of the quick and eager responses he could arouse in her. That was not the way she was supposed to be and that he could turn her on so completely annoyed her.

And then the sense of outrage was gone and she stopped thinking and she could feel her brain turning into oatmeal and her legs turned into weak and useless stalks and when he put his hand under her skirt and she felt his fingertips sliding inside the rim of her panties, a sob escaped her and she shivered, anticipating the touch of his fingers in her innermost slit. When it actually happened, she clung to him, whimpering softly, weeping openly and as his fat finger slipped up inside of her she drenched it with the fruits of an exceptionally wet orgasm.

He began moving his finger in and out in her tight little sheath and the raw, blazing sensations that sizzled in her flesh drove her frantic and he seemed to know what he was doing to her. His mouth was kissing her lips constantly and his finger was sliding in and out and her orgasms were growing in intensity and he was shaking as violently as she was.

"I can't stop," he whispered, finally. "I want to stop, and get us inside, at least, but I want so much from you. I just can't seem to stop."

A frantic, fleeting thought raced through her disorganized brain and she was going to reach down and push his hand away and withdraw his finger from its inflamed nest in the process but she couldn't do anything like that. She could only stand weakly, pinned against the building, shaking and wriggling and coming with a never ending frenzy that finally forced her into a massive orgasm that robbed her of all strengths and she slid down to the cement walk. He went along with her, still holding on to her, still kissing her with undiminished ardor.

And because it was all so splendid, so long overdue, she wept and responded to his lovemaking with a new freedom. His hands did terrible things to her clothes and she was naked and not naked, really, because she was still wearing her clothing but he had displaced it completely and her hips and bottom, sexual parts and breasts were bared, and he was using his mouth on them while his hands forced her legs apart and then he was sliding his stiff cock into her and she was moaning and groaning as ecstasy began and crested swiftly, too swiftly. She could feel every nerve and muscle and particle of her being throbbing and bursting with a new and special type of eagerness and when orgasm came it was too intense and she fainted, for a second and then her body was throbbing and screaming with exaggerated ecstasies and she finally began a series of sexual convulsions that eased most of the torments within her. She could feel him inside her body and it was a good feeling, a wonderful feeling and even as orgasm followed orgasm and pleasures followed sensual pleasures, her mind told her, in a lucid moment, that she was very possibly freed, no longer imprisoned in a chrysalis of frigidity and frost.

She was writhing and gasping as her heels dug into his back and she could feel the hot, splashing warmth of his sap spattering her intimate parts and she stifled a tiny scream of purest delight as his spurting juices triggered her own responses and she came with a furious spasm of pure erotic glee.

The brand new passions seething in her did not abate much, even after she and Adam clung together on the sidewalk, nearly naked, their bodies and glands quaking with fierce and savage reactions to erotic zeal. She wondered why it wasn't all over, why the pangs and anguishes of her newly-born sexuality still lingered. Her whole being felt like the repository of a great surging tide that could only recede for a time and then would rise and threaten and demand and the savage needs and inclinations would have to be dealt with all over again. And that seemed to be the very nicest part of it all.

"I love you," Adam said.

"I love you, too," she said.

They kissed, locked in a quick, taut embrace and then they began to shudder and shake again and his hands found her breasts and her hands found his immense throbbing prong and she thrilled to the touch of his cock. She wanted to do something very daring, she wanted to test her new discovered boldness and she wanted to taste him. She bent her head downwards and then she was kissing his organ touching its tip with her wet little tongue, and she was using her lips to suck at the very tiny opening in his organ and then she was tasting him and her body began to squirm in a weird sort of ecstasy and she wanted more of him. Always more.