Maryon Swelt - He seduced his little sister

Then with a shock she realized that Vinny had suspended her titillating torture, and that something else was replacing her mobile mouth. Something that was beginning to penetrate her eager, yearning vagina. Something too large, surely, to be the redhead's thumb…

She opened her eyes in welcoming wonderment and was startled to see, peering cheerfully down at her, sighting at her between the blue-tinged ice cream scoops of Vinny's trembling ass, the face of the bearded stranger. With the cooperation of Vinny, who'd moved her head sideways on Maryon's widespread thigh, he'd sunk his shaft into her expertly prepared quim and now, with his hands firmly grasping her shoulders around the outsides of the red-haired girl's thighs, he was pulling his prick into her. With the weight of the two bodies on top of her, Maryon was breathless, but in no way could she prevent the rapidly cresting pleasure he was giving her. Trigger-happy from Vinny's manipulations of her little clit, she sucked in her belly, buried her head wildly burrowing into the sweet-sour fruit between her jaws, and came in a wave of sweet release that flushed her body like a hot shower on a cold day.

Her hands jerked spasmodically and she felt sticky cum on her wrists as Wash and Dave spent their loads. Gagging and gasping for breath, she could not stop the oozing stream of Vinny's cream as it trickled down about her lips nor control the convulsive jerkings of her loins as they threshed to expend their contents. Hot and flushed and elated and satisfied, Maryon still had to wait until the stranger suddenly spouted off in her, adding a fresh sensory stimulus to her quivering cunt that set her to deep, strong squeezes that rippled along his comfortable, steady-stroking cock.

Finally she almost passed out under the strain, weight and excitement, but she was aware that the others moved from her for an instant before coming back to take her into a warm family embrace that rolled them, laughing and exhausted, on the carpet.

She shook her head to clear it and found herself facing Wash. "Hey, baby, like we said… welcome to the club," he said. Then, as an afterthought, added, as he rolled the bearded stranger onto her: "This here stud's Nick. How'r you doin', Nick?"

Suddenly the thought of being introduced to a guy who'd just finished fucking her struck her as funny, and she went into hysterical giggling which caught the others up in nervous relief.

And that's how Maryon met Nick… how I met Nick.

We stay more or less together now, each of us having a small apartment, across the hall from each other so that we can visit at will and still have a place of our separate own.

I went twice more to a SLM meeting, once alone, once with Nick. I didn't need it any more, but it was pleasant for me to see others going through stages that I'd long since passed through on my way up to Nick. For he gratifies me, treats me as a person… as a woman in womanly things, as an equal in manly things.

For a time, while I was still, I suppose, unconsciously rebelling against the feelings I was having toward him, I set out deliberately to pick up men, in bars, in cafes, even on the street, treating them as the sexual object they evidently thought me to be… putting them through their surprised paces, playing the part of a male in a rut.

But, well… Nick and I are making it. I have my Bachelors, and mean to spend some time in what I call Sexual Anthropology. Nick is in the same field… the same bag. We have a lot more to do in bed than fuck, and on the other hand if we feel like having it off at two o'clock of a Wednesday afternoon between classes we'll find a convenient closet and he'll slip it to me.

If we have a philosophy about it, I guess you could say we both agree that fucking should be fun, that it should have flavor and fervor, and that it should be freely participated in…