Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

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.

She knew that he was writhing and squirming around and she was filled with a sense of wonder that she could do such things and then she was filled with a new lust and she was an animal and she slid her mouth down over his cock and her tongue began its assault upon his flesh and she was sucking him wildly, and she knew that he had one hand between her legs, thrilling her there and his other hand was fondling one of her breasts and as he teased the sweet flesh of her nipple she wished fervently that he could have been an octopus with at least eight hands to caress her all over.

He came then and she tasted him and swallowed him and she knew that it was only prelude, that there would be more for them, much more. When he finally pushed her head upwards, she let his organ slide out of her mouth reluctantly. He hugged her to him and then he kissed her and they were shivering in the sudden chill of the night air.

"We'd better get out of here," he said. "We can go inside."

He stood up and then he reached down to help her get up onto her feet. He got the door of the place opened and they went inside. Their eyes were accustomed to the darkness and they moved about in the gray world inside the building with great confidence, and as soon as they found a place to sit down, they turned again into each other's arms.

He lit cigarettes and gave one to her. She took it and her heart was still pounding and she was as shaky,, as could be. He was too and she could feel the way he was when she kissed him. "Doesn't it ever stop?" she whispered. "Not if we're lucky," he said.

She kissed his lips and he held her tightly and his hands were caressing the back of her head and she had to tell him about the way she felt about things.

"I like the way you taste," she whispered shyly.

"I'm glad," he said. "I want to taste you, too.., "I know," she said.

"There's carpeting on the floor. We can do it later."

He would not wait for later. He slid off of the thing that they were sitting on and she opened her legs for him so that he could put his mouth between her thighs. She began panting and moaning as soon as she felt his tongue licking at the wetness on her inner thighs. Then he was using his tongue to separate the delicate little petals of girl flesh and she knew that he was licking at her, savoring the sweetness of her sap, and then his tongue slid up inside her and she gasped with brand new ecstasy and she began shifting her bottom, too excited to contain herself. She was coming with great shuddering orgasms and he seemed to be forcing her to feed him more and more of her own very special nectars. She slid to the floor and he shifted too, and then they _ were locked into the frenzied sixtynine, their mouths draining their loins of all strengths and she became a shivering, twitching animal, spilling her juices in great shuddering bursts of passion and times of excruciating pleasures.

She became expert with his genitals, too. Her ringers fondled his balls and she learned, instinctively, perhaps, that she could do things with her fingertips and her nails that would force his balls into frenzied excitement and she could suck more and more of his honey from him. She was a vampire bee, feasting shamelessly upon the male's nectars and she discovered too that she was giving him head, moving her mouth up and down on his shaft. Her tongue was busy, her skill improving with each passing moment. She could hear him groaning and she knew that his time of greatest pleasure was close at hand.

She could feel the throbbing* in his swollen organ and her fingers began jerking him off, too. She wrapped them around the base of his cock while her mouth tried to absorb as much of him as possible. And then he was about to erupt and she knew it and her own shuddering orgasm began. He came when she did, flooding her throat and her mouth and she swallowed hastily, savoring him, using her tongue and fierce suction to try to secure more and more of his juice. She was insatiable, an incurable sexpot, and she just didn't care.

She had discovered ecstasy and she intended to enjoy it.

She intended to wallow in it.

Norma was bright and alert at the breakfast table and that surprised her because she had not really slept much. She and Adam spent most of the night in the carriage house, clutching each other frantically, feasting upon the juices of each other's body and still it was not nearly enough.

In spite of the heavy drain that she had put on his loins, he had managed to fuck her three times and thinking about it all, she couldn't quite make up her mind as to what she liked best, whether she liked being fucked best, or whether she could enjoy sucking and being sucked. It was all very nice and wonderful and she was like a child with a new discovery, she knew, but she didn't care.

Sex, the awful bugaboo of her life, was now the most beautiful thing in the world for her. Of course, it had to be with Adam, but it was something that she could enjoy now, something that she could glory in. She watched Carol serving food to the others in the morning lit kitchen and her face was hot as she recalled the fierce and ardent lovemaking she had enjoyed with Adam.

They had talked for a while and she had reported about Lennie's new desire to get everything sold and get away and there was a good reason for Lennie's change of plans, or haste for a quick departure.

"The people who own the house are coming home in a few days," Adam told her. "There was a piece in the papers about it. Lennie must have seen it. That's why he wants to pull out."

"Oh," she said. "I knew there had to be a reason."

Adam told her that the case was pretty well closed.

"We will let him dispose of some more stuff," he said. "But, he is wasting.his time, because he sells it to the dealers and they just turn it over to us, we store it in a warehouse and that's the way it is going."

"Why haven't you arrested him by now? And who will pay back the dealers?" she asked. They were taking time out with cigarettes and recovering glands and she knew that there were many things that she didn't quite comprehend and she wanted now to know about things.

"The police of another city want Lennie and his whole little group," Adam explained. "We are waiting for them. They should get here within a day or two. Then we will pick them all up and while they are being prosecuted in the other city, we will prepare our case here. But, we may never get at Lennie. The police that are coming here want him for murder."