Walter Collins - Make me come!

I felt the warm delight as his fingers trailed like fire across my tender flesh, turning the cup inside out and exposing my tit to the night. I felt him bend over and purred as he kissed the satin smoothness and tugged gently on the little brown nipple, making it stiffen in need.

His fingers undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and bared my little tummy. He explored above the waistband of my miniskirt for a few minutes. Then, when I was powerless to stop him, he slid his fingers up my naked thighs, directing the fiery passions of his touch, like bolts of lightning, into my womanhood. My cunt was burning and drooling long before he ever touched my panties.

At first I kept my legs locked tightly together, forcing him to work on the springy soft V of my pubic forest and lower tummy. When I was deliciously wet between my legs and my cuntlips were on fire with the need for him to touch and excite, I began to relax and let him push my thighs back.

His fingers felt so strong and good. They gripped the soft, relaxed insides of my legs and moved them so he could reach more and more of my cunt. He delighted in pulling and pushing the leg bands of my panties into the crack of my ass so he could make them into a tight G-string. The ritual was always the same. He would fill the crack of my ass with the nylon and elastic, draw the bands over my hips on the sides and guide it back into my split.

I never fired of this. It gave him a chance to work on my hairy cuntlips while the elastic applied a tight, warm pressure on my inner flaps. He worked on me for a long time before dipping his finger under the thin straight line of material and testing the hole to see how wet it was.

By this time, in my dream, I was ready. My cunt was hot and drooling. He made me lift my ass off the seat and pulled my panties off. He teased the cuntlips with his fingers. He rubbed them together, he tugged on them. He dipped his finger inside my waiting hole and bent his head so he could suck my exposed nipple into his mouth.

The fire, the itch, the need, was all lodged deep inside. I thrilled to his fingers. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. In my dream I was inexperienced and properly shy. I wouldn't think of taking it on myself to pull his cock out and play with it.

When he had reduced me to a bundle of trembling need I begged him to do me. He grinned so masterfully as he undid his pants. I stared in awe at his six-inch cock – it always looked so big to me. Hiking up my skirt and half-slip so he could watch, I rested my back against the front seat and squatted on top of him.

He always had trouble finding my cunt-hole so I would end up holding onto his hot, wet cock and guiding it between the tender, swollen little petals and on inside. There it scrubbed the walls clean. It rubbed the juice into the slick sides, it poked and prodded, building me to a deliciously nice high and cascading me over the brink as he flushed my cunt out with his hot jism.

But now, even in my dream, I didn't go over the lovely, eternal falls. I stopped short and found I was left with a need inside me that still demanded release.

Waking up, I couldn't stand it any longer. If I didn't get this thing solved, then I was through. I had to stop before I went completely out of my mind.

It was only a little over a day now before Keith would arrive. Now that the crisis had simmered down and I'd had a nap of sorts, maybe I could jack off and at least drive the need out of my body.

I was frightened. If that didn't work I would just keep going higher and higher. But I was pretty sure it would. It seemed only new, wild or unusual things kept me from at least losing all feelings. Thinking that I'd given my body enough time to get over it, I lay there on the towel and began to rub my clit. I was going to be careful. If I didn't stop where I thought I should then I'd go back for another swim and cool down that way.

I stroked my boobs like Gary used to. My nipples didn't rise and pout hard but they warmed and tingled. The light stroke of my finger along my slit and across the clit-hill felt nice. I lay there for several minutes, carefully regulating my caresses so I didn't overreact. Slowly the pain and tension turned to pleasure and I sighed.

The hose had washed and dried out my cunt and it was several minutes before it started dribbling its juice again so I could work a couple of fingers inside myself. The need in my body rose and warmed as my fingers pushed and prodded the soft flesh inside my cunt.

I scooted over, under a tree and, spreading my legs, pulled my little cuntlips up so I could watch them and started rubbing them back and forth together. I was a mess. I had to have a shower and get all of the jism and dirt off me. I felt horribly unclean.

Speeding up, I dug for my clit and exposed it. I began to rub furiously. My box began to drool around the buried fingers and wink tightly around the knuckles. My clit became charged with the electricity of sex and I began to tremble.

Then my punishment took over and my orgasm was blocked. But the painful need to keep going disappeared. That was fine. It was what I wanted. I could wait now until Saturday. I had to.

Saturday arrived and with it my brother and his wife. It was a tearful reunion. I was really horny from going without for two days. I was keyed up from looking forward to their coming, and overanxious to tell them my story and find a solution. I had made no plans past their visit. I was convinced they would be able to help me. If they couldn't I was lost and I knew it.

Keith and Lynn took me inside and calmed me down after I burst into tears at the car. It was embarrassing, humiliating and painful, but I poured my heart out to them, telling them everything.

"And you say you have a feeling that either Lynn and me can break the spell you've put yourself under – as long as you concentrate on an orgasm?" Keith asked, in a way that told me he already had an idea.

"That's right. I don't know why. I guess maybe it's the power I feel and the faith I have in you guys," I answered.

"God, Sis – I don't know. You've already been hurt so much – what I have in mind will only make you suffer more. In fact, it will hurt like hell!"

"I don't care!" I cried. "If it will help me get over this, then I'll do anything you say. I'm not afraid of a little more pain."

Keith laid his plan out to us, admitting that it was far out, but I agreed with him all the way. Getting up, the three of us left the kitchen and went to my bedroom. Once we'd climbed out of our clothes and I'd gotten onto the bed, with one of them on either side, they were ready to start.

My brother and his wife were swingers but I knew my story had shocked them. Even now, as we got ready to put Keith's plan into action, I could tell that Lynn was a little green around the edges.

Keith started on my boobs and Lynn on my cunt. It wasn't hard to set me off, either. In fact my cunt was dripping its clear juice before I even got to the bed. When my brother's strong, educated fingers stroked the sides and bottom of my jugs. I shivered and felt the warmth spreading trough my body.

"Wow," he chuckled when he saw my reaction. "I guess you are horny!"

Lynn glanced toward my nipples and shook her head in surprise. The little brown spouts had become so hard that they'd drawn the brown rings that framed them up into tiny ice cream cones. They jutted proudly outward like two tree stumps from the goosebump-covered mounds of my trembling tits.

A blush had already reddened my suntanned chest and I could see my heart pounding, shaking my entire rib cage. He lowered his face and sucked the taut nipples between his lips as his fingers probed and set fires deep inside my soft tits.

Lynn ran her smooth hand over my tummy and it jerked and twitched to her touch. She slid her little finger into my belly button and pushed, shooting sparks clear to my asshole. She slid her hands along my sides, tickling in a way that excited me even more.