| jdk32498 wrote:|
|yeah i know.. I should cut down a little in the begining..
no actually I haven't written anymore erotic stories.. my ex-g/f
used to want me to write her erotic stories all the time.. if
only there would have been a way for us to remain together.. damn|
I love the tension leading to sex probably more than sex itself in
erotic stories. The last sentence of your novel - as I said above - was
very powerful. The thong. It told the whole thing. The two
stories I posted albeit between borther and sister had the magical
feeling of discovery (To be able to read and enjoy them, I copied
them into a Word document and changed them to stebrother and stepsister
before reading then of course deleting) . The realisation that girls
have private parts, the first visual encounter with a girl's pussy or
better yet anus. The uncovering! To illustrate I found chapter 2 of My
Sister Jean, the most powerful:
Then she surprised me. Suddenly standing, she reached up inside her skirt and
pulled her panties off. Stepping out of them, she rolled them in a ball and motioned
to throw them down, but then, as if having a second thought, she let them unroll
and held them up for me to see. Rolling her eyes, she shrugged and tossed
them onto my chest as she sat back down.
My dreams . . . my wet dreams were coming true. My sister's warm panties were mine.
The crotch was quite wet and her scent was strong when I pulled them to my nose.
Her panties stolen from the clothes hamper were hot, but nothing like the fresh
wet and warm ones she'd just stripped from her bottom. I could hardly believe that my
sister, sweet Jean, knew what I wanted and flaunted it for me.
Shaking my head, as to clear it, I stood up and skinned out of my jeans and underpants.
My dick almost slapped my belly as it sprang up. I stood there a moment,
my hips slightly thrust forward, cock at attention and asked,"Is this what you wanted to see?"
"Yes. And is *this* what you've been trying to see?" She pulled her skirt up and spread
her legs for me. I was seeing now, for the first time, my sister's naked pussy. God,
it was beautiful. Her pubic hair was curly and thick on top. It was trimmed on the sides and
on the lips. My innocent sister trimmed her pussy hair! Where have I been this century?
Scooting her hips forward, our legs overlapped as she scrunched her bottom toward me.
Her splayed legs pulled the lips of her pussy apart just a little and I could see a
wet pink inside. The scent of pussy was heavy in the air and I so wanted to bury my face
in her crotch. Below her partially-open cunt, I could just see her puckered
anus. She was showing me her asshole! My dick lurched again, precome
wetting the area around the pee hole.
I hunched my bottom closer to her and slid my legs farther over her's as I continued
to stroke my woody. The tip of my cock was only inches from her pussy. I could see
her clit as she pulled the hood back. She was showing me her little hard-on.
By now I was so excited I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted it all.
I wanted to jack off, to watch her jack off. I wanted to smell her, to taste her.
I wanted her to touch me, to touch my cock, my balls, my ass. I was nearing circuit
overload. I couldn't think.
"Oh, Billy," she whispered. "Please hold me, won't you? I do
love you so!"