10 comments/ 137573 views/ 25 favorites My Greatest Sexual Experience By: thenewkid I'm not much more than an average looking guy. About six feet tall, brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing really special your ordinary person can't tell about me while walking down the street. The only thing you might catch, if your powers of observation hover slightly above the norm, is that I carry a level of self-confidence you don't usually see every day. I'm twenty-eight years old, but for quite some time (I guess somewhere in that four year fog called high school), I realized I had been given something very special. If you're a regular reader, you've probably heard this before, I know I've at least read it on more than one occasion... but I've been given a very large penis. Not huge, mind you, but very big. It's just between nine and nine and a half inches long and even though my thumb and fingers can touch when I hold my erection in my hand, I think any bigger and the girl on the other end might have a tough time getting comfortable. Now you might think, "Big penis... big deal," but what's really special about it, is that with this big penis I really know how to please a woman. I've grown insatiable since becoming sexually active, able to achieve two, three and even a recent (record) four orgasms at a time. Between ejaculations I stay (mostly) rock hard, and by keeping myself fit and active I've managed to keep a steady but rotating cadence to my lovemaking that really sets a girl off. If she's never had more than one orgasm in one session, she'll have more than one with me. And, if I'm lucky and I get that girl who claims to have never had an orgasm before in her life... when I get her in the sack, she has the greatest night of her life. Like I said, something very special. And it may sound like I'm being cocky, I assure you I'm just talking about that level of self-confidence... besides you've chosen to read so if you don't buy it then go ahead and stop here, I won't be offended. The reason I want you to fit real nicely into this story before I really begin, is because it's absolutely true. Everything I'm about to tell you is completely non-fabricated or embellished. If in the course of my writing I begin to exaggerate, I will let you know. The reason I decided to write down this story is that even though I've had countless sexual encounters, I didn't feel like there was one that merited a story worth anyone's interest, except maybe my close guy friends gathered, a few beers deep, around the table at some noisy bar. But something happened, just last week, that made me realize I could clearly define the single most sensual, provocative, incredible sexual experience I've ever had. I don't know if anything this incredible will ever happen again, therefore it would be apathetic albeit anticlimactic to the memory of this event, if I didn't write it down in all its lustrous detail. And so, because of that I not only do this for me... but for you, the reader. I hope you can feel one ounce of the excitement, I still feel every time I breath to this day. My first sexual experience was on a yellow bus on the way home from school. A neighbor's visiting friend slipped under the seats, without saying a word to me, and then reached inside the leg of my shorts and squeezed my penis. Because of her, needless to say, my masturbation sessions doubled in frequency and ferocity shortly thereafter. Another memorable experience was a solo jerkoff session, when alone in the bathtub, surrounded by cooling water, I somehow slipped into another place entirely, not even thinking of sex or sexuality. I just worried about the feeling pulsing through my shaft. And when even that was gone, and my penis spurted it's first creamy gob of cum, I hadn't realized how powerful that moment was until through half closed eyes I watched the first stream hit the ceiling above the tub and drip slowly back onto my heaving chest. I don't know how long I laid there afterwards, but I slept more peaceful than I can remember on that night, and woke more refreshed and on an such an incredible high the next morning, that I hadn't felt it since... until just last week - after the incredible encounter I will speak about in just a moment. Losing my virginity was life-altering for me, but I don't think that story is really entitled to be included in this particular anecdote. I remember glimpses of wonderful moments: my first slow-sex session, where I could feel the girl physically controlling the walls of her pussy, so that they massaged my cock, continually, even as I began pumping thick seed into her belly. I also remember my first threesome (not that they happen often, contrary to popular opinion), two cute heads alternately bobbing up and down on my quivering penis. Then exploring one girl's ass with my hands as she rode up and down in my lap while I took turns sucking on her tits and the other girl's tongue. I remember the excitement of fucking a woman - a real woman at age 38, while at 19 I could still be considered a boy. She had large untamed breasts that bounced, when they weren't pressed hard against my chest. She had an annoying habit of biting my upper lip, and moaned louder than I would have liked her to... but god damn did she know how to fuck. She had stripped the bed of her sheets, all but one actually, and somewhere between ripping our clothes off and starting doggy style, she had managed to pull out a bottle of oil and by the end of our romp we were sweaty, sticky, gooey, dripping - and completely one hundred percent spent. And then, for a long while, sex got boring. I had long decided it wouldn't dominate or control my life the way I'd seen it do so to some friends, sometime lovers, and even my older brother. While they seemed solely interested in the orgasm or the new strange way to get off - I looked at it as less than a hobby. A good time that, suddenly, wasn't even that good anymore. Sure, I'd get my rocks off, and I loved the little noises girls made, the different ways they gritted their "fucks" and "fuck me's" (they nearly always cussed, by the way). Two things really turned me off by the whole process, I guess you could say. One, was the constant retelling of the classic tale, whereby the slightly or not so slightly intoxicated club or bar chick, stumbles into the house, finds a non-slutty way to get to the bedroom (or the couch if she can't even hold it together for that long), and then after the awkward condem pause, we'd have sex in a way that was completely new and excited to her, but was getting old and redundant for me. Second, was that somewhere in the middle of this lackluster period of my life, I'd actually met, and fucked my match. She (a stunning exotic brunette) had come over with a friend (a cute blond) as a guest of my roommate. After the blond failed to score with my roommate, who for some reason decided to go to bed, I was left alone in the living room with the two. The blond, turned her sights on the bottle of red wine on the table, and me, however I was more interested in her non-chalant fox of a friend. The brunette seemed so indifferent, even chiding me by saying my looks weren't going to persuade her to do anything remotely sexual, except maybe stretching before she carried her friend out the door. After a little pushing she came out with the words I'd longed to hear for a while: "I've never had an orgasm." "What?" I replied. "Never?" She shook her head, explaining that she could somewhat satisfy herself with her fingers and a vibrator, but had never exploded between the legs. Not that she didn't enjoy the intimacy and even raw-anamalistic nature of a good boffing - but she certainly didn't feel I was worth the time. I smiled, then laughed, then pushed her blond friends head off my shoulder and looked her right in the eyes. "I'll bet you," I said leaning forward, "a thousand dollars I can give you your first orgasm." She didn't miss a beat and responded by saying she didn't have a thousand dollars to give me. "That's okay, I'll take the hit - you don't have any risk. If I don't make you cum, I owe you a grand." I took four hundred out of my wallet to show her I could float the cash, and after swatting away her (by now rather annoying) friend, handed it to her. ''Possible down payment.'' She smiled and tucked it away. The blond spoke. ''Wait. No fucking way. I came here to get my pussy stuffed, not her. If anyone's going to get laid, it's me.'' The brunette said nothing, and partly to impress her and partly to shut the blond bitch up, I stood. ''Okay,'' I began. ''I'll fuck you first.'' She made some drunken noise of excitement and I saw the brunettes eyebrows raise. In less than a minute I was standing over the blond, who was wearing sneakers, socks and her top with her back flat on the couch and her legs bent high in the air. My jeans and briefs came down, both girls cooing in surprise and as the brunette crawled on her hands and knees closer to watch, I fit the head of my cock into the blond's astonishingly very nice and growing very wet, pussy. I really gave it to her, not starting slow, just slow enough to coat my entire length with her juices. She was pretty startled at the speed and depth I was playing at. Her opening moments of slight pain and slight adjustment, however, quickly turned into a jarbled collection of swear words and mindless grunts. Her pink skin was turning splotchy above the neck line of her top. Her nipples little rocks sticking out of the flimsy material. I reached down and pinched one, but stopped after it seemed to have little or no effect. I needed to complete my endeavor. I had a goal I knew I could reach based off my impression of her and her current condition - if i could literally hit this right, she wouldn't have the strength to speak again the entire night. I was slightly thrown off when I heard my roommate's door open, I'm not comfortable fucking in front of non-participants and any guy either. He closed it after a minute or two and I knew his eyes weren't watching my balls slapping this stupid girls' moderately unkept pubic hair anymore (I'm a completely shaved pussy fan, myself). Once I knew the only eyes on me were the sparkling brunette's I wanted to stare into as I pile-drived her to a night she'd never forget, I had a renewed vigor. It took another three minutes as sweat dripped down my face from the top of my hairline and the sides of my temples to put the blond - who under different circumstances wouldn't have been too bad a bang - over the edge. She let out that long moan that says, 'keep going, but know I'm going to cover your dick in sweet honey' and I watched as she grabbed at her shirt, stretching it out and exposing one of her small tits as the strap around her shoulder gave out and tore from its place. I pulled out slowly, my penis beating with my own heart as she slithered off the couch and sat propped against it on the carpeted floor. I knew I'd done it, I'd seen the look before. She was completely done for the night. But I wasn't, and as I turned and saw the hungry look on the brunette's face, eyes locked onto my pulsing cock, I put my hand on her chin and brought her gaze up to mine. ''Look," she said. ''I don't give a shit about the thousand dollars, I don't even care if you do bring me to orgasm tonight. All I know, is that right here - right now... I want to feel you inside me.'' And she did. I sat down on the opposite end of the couch as she straddled me, completely naked. Her breasts were entirely real and her figure flawless. Even the small birthmark on her outer thigh had to be there or her body wouldn't look right. Now, our session was long. Too long to really go over explicitly (besides, we haven't even gotten to the real reason I'm doing this... but don't worry, it'll come). My strongest memories and immediate recollections of that great fuck were following: one, halfway through, I really wished I hadn't balled her friend, because I could feel an orgasm brewing. Two, when I did spurt inside her the first time, she felt it and her eyes went wide. Scared, I think at first, but that passed before she had a chance to blink, and she went wild. I couldn't see her most of the time, because some of her hair had stuck to her face while the rest was flying around both me and her. Her arms were around my neck, her inner thighs on my outer thighs. My hands roamed her back and the sides of her breasts. When she came down on my shaft, I would sometimes run my fingers up her spine and she would react passionately, with a messy kiss or a calculated assault on just the end of my penis. She was pure velvet and it was such a perfect setup. The couch didn't feel awkward, there was just enough light to be romantic but to see everything. My hands weren't colder than the warm parts of her body, we quickly went beyond that point of sticky to my favorite slippery sweaty. Sometimes, she would stop fucking to push the hair out of her face and shove her tongue in my mouth. Then I'd lift her using my legs, while holding her up by her ass and slowly teasing her snatch, which was at this time begging for a time out. She whispered softly: ''Should we break for a few minutes?'' I answered her by swiftly turning her around so that her ass was in my lap and her back was flat against my chest. Her legs were bent and resting on the flats of her feet she started riding again, excited on the verge of screaming and laughing. My hands roamed her stomach, I could feel her muscles, moving and rippling. I found her clit and attacked it with two fingers while my other hand cupped her breast and kneaded the soft skin around in my palm. She started breathing rapidly and I knew what was about to happen, even if she didn't. ''Oh!'' She began. ''My whole body is tingling! Like it all fell asleep at the same time! Oh, God. Fuck, it feels so good. I think it's happening!'' ''Tell me.'' I whispered into her ear as I slowly nibbled and sucked on it. She ground her head into my mouth and clamped her hand over my fingers moving against her box. I started working both of her breasts with my free hand and matched her rhythm so that seven of my nine plus inches would leave her, before I would then disappear, balls deep, back inside. ''I can feel this tremendous heat. It's growing from my pussy!'' She took a few deep breaths. ''My nipples are going numb and my neck is so hot! And that thing you're doing to my ear is driving me crazy!'' She tilted her head back and smacked my hand working her nub. ''Oh, I can't believe it! You were right. Holy shit, it's really going to happen!'' ''How do you know?'' I exhaled into her ear, as she temporarily moved her arms away from her shaking torso to steady herself. ''I just know. I don't know how, but I just know!'' She grabbed that spot where my leg meets my hip with one hand and gripped my hand working her over with the other, pulling it away as she started shaking uncontrollably. ''Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck me. Yes. Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!'' She breathed deeply but rapidly for the remainder of her orgasm, which lasted about a minute. In that time, I came again, but I don't think she really noticed. She collapsed, looking exhausted and I held her, smiling inwardly. I carried her to my room, not even glancing at her passed out friend still lying awkwardly on the floor. I climbed in bed after I'd let her down and wrapped her in my arms. Before she nodded off she mumbled something about a thank you and I something else about her car before I closed my eyes with her and we fell asleep. For some reason, I couldn't - even if I wanted to - get it up again for another round. Like I said, I had met my match. The next morning was strange. Her friend was pissed and pounded on the door until we both got up. She was making so much noise I couldn't say anything to the brunette before walking them to her car. Which then had a parking ticket on the windshield. She left saying she'd get my number from my roommate and as I watched her drive off I felt disappointed because I knew I'd probably never see her again. And that's why I was in this slump. The silver lining is the related incident that pulled me out of that slump. It was about four months later, I was walking around my apartment with a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth when there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, I saw the brunette, smiling. Her name is Julie and to cut the long boring parts of a good story down to short I'll let you know we fucked crazy for two weeks, dated for six months, were engaged for the same period of time and now we've been married for three years. So, Jules is the adventurous type, and although she only made out with a few girls on the dance floor for our first year of marriage, she did eat Kelly, the annoying blond, out in front of me and another one of her friends one drunken night on our sofa. The friend who was watching her had reached over and rubbed my hard cock through my jeans, and even though she was a little overweight and didn't hold a candle to either of the girls having fun in front of us, I was still a little tempted to give her something to moan about. In the morning, I was sure as shit glad I hadn't given into my temptations. After a surprisingly olympic two and a half hour sex session one night, Jules and I were lying on the bed naked watching the news. She turned to me suddenly and blurted, ''My friend Stacey can't get to a second orgasm during sex.'' ''That's too bad.'' I replied, eyes not leaving the television. Jules sometimes had a habit of tantalizing me with a conversation that ended up going nowhere. I wasn't buying it this time. ''If it was okay with me, and I could watch, would you fuck her?'' That really threw me, because she'd never been outright like that before. I didn't show it however, and responded with a simple no. Julie sat up, incredulous. ''Whoa. Really? I'm not kidding, it'd be okay with me. Why wouldn't you fuck her?'' ''Because,'' I responded, ''it would open Pandora's box. It might sound ridiculous, but if you let me fuck other girls I wouldn't want you getting it from other guys.'' She nodded. ''Oh, okay. I see where you're going. What if I said, the only spice I'd need would maybe be to dike out every once in a while - and sometimes jump into your fuckscapades.'' I laughed loudly. ''Come on, Jules. I can't even take you seriously when you talk like that. We've been having one on one monogamous sex for the past three years what makes you think I'd buy your sudden altered sexual perspective?'' She was quiet, the kind of quiet that reveals you've let something slip. ''Holy, shit.'' I blurted, turning quickly and propping myself up on a pillow. ''You're lezzing out on a regular basis, aren't you?'' She smiled and scrunched up her nose, then stole my pillow and screamed into it. ''You are!'' I started hitting her with another pillow over the head. She looked up at me when I stopped with a wicked look. ''Does that idea turn you on?'' I brought my hand down to my hardening cock and started to stroke it. ''Ever since I saw you go down on Kelly that one night, I've been using that image in my fantasies every time I jerk off.'' Her wicked smile broadened and she reached for my swollen member. ''Ready to go again?'' I didn't answer her. I just climbed onto her back, spread her legs a little and then slowly entered her wetness. So that really sets up what happened next. Not the foursome as it turned out to be, since Julie and Stacey were joined by Kelly, who I took a liking to in her sober version... but the situation that just completely blew my mind. You might be thinking ''What beats the first sex you had with your wife - or the foursome that you're not hyping in the least bit way.'' Well, actually... it was just another session of one on one sex. Yeah, that's right. If you're highly disappointed I didn't break out some story with a trapeze swing or some hypnotic powder, remember - this all really happened. I actually went back and scanned what I wrote above and nothing so far is embellished. My Greatest Sexual Experience So, back to the most incredible sexual experience of my life... it was one on one sex - with my wife's sister. Not really a big deal considering my stories above, but let me tell you how it went down. Despite the relatively open relationship and open bed we had lately put into play, we weren't taking advantage of it in any way. In fact, it was sort of hard to plan and worked better spur of the moment so we'd only tag-teamed three or four times before the following conversation. I was sitting at the table eating cold eggs when Julie entered the house after a morning jog. I had noticed her outside the house, talking on her cell phone for about twenty minutes after arriving home from her run so when she put the cell phone down and sat at the table I knew whatever she was going to say was going to be about that call. ''My sister is coming out for a week.'' She said smiling. ''Oh, great.'' And that was it for now. She hummed excitedly and then went upstairs, I didn't give it a second thought because I needed to head off to work anyways. Her sister Jennifer was beautiful, no doubt - but honestly nothing sexual crossed my mind. That is until two nights before she arrived when Julie and I were brushing are teeth at our own sinks. ''So, I have something to ask you. It may be a favor, it may not.'' ''Uh, huh.'' I said, spitting into the sink and wrapping my toothbrush against the counter. ''This is kind of embarrassing, but I've been talking about it with Jen the entire weekend.'' ''Yeah,'' I said, ''You've been definitely talking about something all weekend. What's up?'' ''Well,'' my wife responded, ''you know she hasn't really been getting along well with her husband. And mainly it's because their sex life isn't so hot.'' I continued cleaning up my side of the bathroom counter and pulled my wedding ring off before dropping it into the jewelry cup near the mirror. ''Anyway, a lot of it has to do with the same reason I never had the desire to really fuck until I met you. She can't bring herself to orgasm. She's never had one.'' ''Okay... and?'' I said apathetically. ''Look, you know what I'm asking. Our first time was so fucking incredible. I'd give anything to watch someone go through that themselves. And it's also kinda kinky that it'd be my own sister.'' I nodded and smiled. She turned towards me. ''Have you ever had a thing for Jen?'' I shook my head, ''Not until about two minutes ago. But now... I want to fuck her brains out.'' Julie's nipples hardened instantly against her shirt. ''Oh, my God I just got wet.'' She said, cupping her crotch. ''I'm not wearing any underwear.'' ''So take off your shorts.'' I said, pushing her towards the bed. ''No,'' she whined. ''We just got all cleaned up.'' ''Come on.'' I countered. ''I'm going to pretend that you're your sister.'' And I didn't think it was possible, but her tits got even harder against her shirt, before she lifted it off and ground her breasts into me, reaching down for the iron bar jabbing at her stomach. A lot of waiting and pointless planning went on the next day. For some reason, Jen was nervous - not sure she wanted to cheat on her husband with her sisters spouse. The reassurance, the two hour conversations, the God damn phone bill. Finally, the night came and we were just slipping into bed. We decided to hold off on our nightly bout of sex so I could really give it to Jen in case her body was as stubborn as Julie's used to be. ''She's nervous. But she wants to do it. She doesn't want me to watch but you can bet I'm going to be in the next room fucking my three fingers like crazy.'' I laughed. ''Why don't we do it in the shower.'' I optioned. ''Then you can masturbate on the bed and we can be in a more closed off intimate space.'' ''That's a great idea.'' My wife said, smiling. ''I'll tell Jen tomorrow.'' I kissed her goodnight and her kiss turned into a light handjob. Before it got into anything worth getting excited over she stopped and turned around, back facing me for the rest of the night. I had to admit it, even though our sex life was fantastic, this idea was bringing back that feeling you get in your chest - you know that one you get right before you're about to kiss a girl for the first time? I loved that feeling, and I loved that my wife was giving it to me nearly five years after we first kissed, all sweaty and naked on my old apartment couch. I knew that the next day was going to be special, but I didn't know how special it was going to be. Jen was going to arrive at the airport at ten that morning. Julie left at nine thirty grumbling about the rain, but I loved it. The sky was a gloomy grey so it was relatively dark outside - you couldn't even guess where the sun was supposed to be. I lit some candles and did a light workout before making some breakfast, brushing my teeth and then jumping in the shower where I washed every inch of my body. The shampoo was running down my back, my face stuck in front of the spraying nozzle when I thought I heard the front door open. Regardless of whether it was my imagination or the real deal, I didn't care. I reached down and found my cock already semi-erect. After a few minutes I turned around and closed my eyes, bending my head and letting the jet-stream hit the back of my neck as water cascaded down my chest and arms. I could smell the steam. Feel the heat. And suddenly a quick blast of cold air followed by the sound of the shower door rolling open. I kept my eyes closed as the air abruptly cut and the warmth was back again. The sound of the water hitting the shower bottom changed and I knew, I just knew without a doubt that Jen - my wife's little sister - was mere inches away from me, completely naked, nervous and yearning for me to insert my thick meaty stick into her waiting, wanting, pent-up unappreciated love box and start her new life of sexual appreciation and participation. I was about to fuck and suck my sister and that feeling in my chest was spreading to my entire body. A few seconds went by, I think a small smile was on my face. Suddenly I felt a tiny hand on my penis. It throbbed to her touch. She let go for just a second before picking it back up again and slowly stroking it, letting the water act as a lubricant... and also a thin protective barrier between her fully grabbing my anxious cock. I finally opened my eyes and saw her. I think she'd been looking up at me the entire time. We didn't speak, I don't think we really needed to. Jules had done all the hard work, all the pretext. I was trying to at that very moment remember the last thing I'd actually said to Jen. It was probably the last time her and her husband had come out. It was more than likely, 'Drive safe.' When she gripped the center of my shaft and squeezed so hard my veins doubled in size, that train of thought melted away until this very second I write this very sentence. She went back to the gentle stroking, but no longer letting the water do most of the traveling down my penis. The head was getting a lot of attention and at this point my entire pride and joy was standing completely strait, at attention, towards her sweet little face. She looked back up at me and I saw her blink, rapidly, as flecks of water bouncing off my shoulders landed in her eyelashes. We looked at each other for a while, actually, long enough for my erection to start to shrink slowly back towards the ground. That didn't last very long. Because when she opened her mouth, I thought she was going to finally talk, but instead, she bent forward and enveloped the head and three fourths of my half erection in her mouth. Oh, Jesus Christ... I can't tell you how good it felt. Seriously. Better head than Julie had ever given me. I guess the eight months she'd been married to her husband not perfecting the actual sex act had given her time to perfect other things to keep him happy. Fuck him, right now it was keeping me very happy. Up to this point I didn't really like blowjobs all that much. At least not after five or ten minutes, then I just wanted to pick the girl up and either return the favor or fuck her silly. Her cocksucking went on for about twenty minutes. Well, I'll catch myself before I start to embellish. It might have been twenty minutes. Truth is, I don't really know. That feeling in my chest was now in my cheeks and I kept moving my mouth to get some feeling in there. My thoughts momentarily went to Jules who I figured would be warming up on the bed right about now. It was such a hot moment, I didn't want it to end. Jen dedicated a full minute to just tonguing that little fatty end at the bottom of the head of my dick, it drove me up the walls. I let out a quick groan and I never make noises unless I'm shooting my cum all over someone's tits, ass, back, stomach or inside their sloshing pussy. Right after my groan I thought I heard a little moan come from the next room. My hot as fuck wife was masturbating to the sounds of her husband getting blown in the shower by her naked little sister. Fuck me. No really, fuck me. I could tell she was getting a little tired. She began to slow down, I know she wouldn't really stop though until I gave her a reason to. So, pausing quickly to turn up the heat in the shower, which had by now started to cool off. I reached down and slid my hands under her petite frame, cupping both ass cheeks, and then I lifted her up, letting her back hit the end of the shower and pushing her upwards so that her legs could rest over my shoulders while my knees hit the ground and my face hit her slit. Her elbows locked and her arms, now straight, pushes my head into her crotch. I attacked it, even though I could tell she was a little hesitant of this particular position, or maybe it was me licking her pussy. Regardless, she was over it shortly as I gave her cunt a reason for being. Truth is I was just warming her up for the grand slam. As far as I was concerned she had the bases loaded for twenty-three years now. I couldn't go as long as she had gone on me. For one thing, the water was filling up in her legs because she had them so tightly press against the sides of my head, and every minute or so I had to push them apart so the water would fall to the bottom of the shower and I could breath again. That would make her nervous for a second as if she did something wrong before I started up again. And seeming as we hadn't said one fucking word to each other before her hand started stroking my cock, her mouth started to suck me off and my hands played with her naked ass while I tongued her vagina and teased her thick swollen lips - she didn't know what I kept doing every sixty or so odd seconds. Even though it was a little awkward it was really hot. The best oral sex with Jules is when she shaves in the shower and then dries off, dives on the bed and lets me go at it. Her sister, couldn't have shaved since showering before her early AM flight, so that meant she had soft, thin, slow growing hair that kept her smooth and beautiful for a long while before having to shave it again (if you've been paying attention you'd know that's just how I like it). I had to stop for one reason above all others... I wanted inside that warm wet hole. And my penis was getting anxious. The shower spray had been beating around my ears and sometimes both were submerged under water, so I didn't know what noises she had been making, if any. But when I looked up at her and my head got close to hers, I could hear her ragged breathing as she tried to catch up for a moment. I always like taking them to the next level before they're truly ready to go, so I pushed up on Jen's ass, sliding her higher up the wall until her legs fell off my shoulders and her arms instinctively grabbed around my neck. I was standing, Jen literally wrapped around me as a gentle moan escaped her lips. I could feel the water hitting my ass and dripping down onto my calves before splashing onto the floor. Jen was absentmindedly playing with the back of my hair and I slightly shifted to find a position I wouldn't have to mess with. That's when I noticed it. My cock was lodged right up against her swollen lips. Pointing straight down to the core of the earth. I gently rubbed, letting her slip slowly down my body until I found the right angle to let her rock back and forth at her own pace. She started to gently move, and her moaning was really getting to me. The position was a little tricky, so I lifted her up again and moved my hand to my joystick, flipping it up against my stomach, the tip above my belly button. I let her back down, and this time, her lips folded open against the shaft and the fatty part of my cock she so expertly had against her tongue minutes before was now wresting against her inflamed clit. ''Ohhhhh!'' She gasped, taking over the movement. She started sliding up and down my length, stopping at my balls and then moving all the way up to my head. ''Yessssss.'' She hissed. Pre-cum started oozing out, and we both watched as it pumped with her movements, thin and clear. A rush of the water running down my back poured over my shoulders and the cum was lost in the gurgle of liquid, surrounding both our genitals. She reached down and grabbed the exposed portion of my cock and put her fist over it, jacking any part that wasn't covered by her lips as she moved up and down. Her forehead hit mine and I felt hot blasts of excited breath hitting my face. I looked up to press my lips against hers but she stopped everything and put a finger to my mouth. ''No. Wait. I'm sorry. No kissing.'' It was the very first thing she had really said to me. I nodded, slightly embarrassed. She pulled herself close and mashed her breasts against my chest. I had passably ignored her boobs because they seemed so much like her sister's, but I could tell as her face went into the pocket of my shoulder and my wrist went directly into the middle of her ass crack to support her dainty figure that I had misjudged her beautiful tits. They were slightly smaller than Julie's breasts, but they were somehow much softer and moved so much better against my skin. I made a mental note to really get to know the two girls and was suddenly aware that one of her nipples was perfectly fit against one of mine and I could feel it really harden and twist as she became more and more aroused. She spoke again. ''You'll have to forgive me.'' She breathed, panting five or six times afterwards. ''What do you mean?'' I said, turning. She stuck her tongue out, breathing on me before inserting it into my ear. My wrist ground against her ass, pulling her mound hard against my throbbing shaft. Her tongue snaked out of my ear quickly and she yelped excitedly. ''I'm sorry. I just can't do it.'' She still ground herself against my erection, but my heart sank. I was so ready to fuck her senseless! I knew I had her half way to her first orgasm. I wanted to plead with her and change her mind, but opted instead to let her end the first of hopefully many showers we could have during the week. If she didn't feel comfortable then... ''Okay, if you don't feel comfortable, we don't have to do this.'' She shook her head, never stopping the cock grind. ''No. That's not what I meant. I mean, I can't physically reach down and put your cock inside me. I don't know why, maybe it's guilt. I'm not getting out of this shower until you get me to come, I don't care if this cold water turns frigid. I'm finally getting an orgasm and that's that - but you... you have to put yourself in me.'' I was ecstatic, my heart leaping in my chest. ''No problem.'' I reached behind and turned the hot water knob all the way to the end of the shower, the sudden blast of extremely hot water made me slightly uncomfortable, like needles on my back, but I adjusted and got used to it. I bounced her up and down a few times letting my cockhead draw circles around her clit. ''Okay.'' She breathed. ''But just stuff me now, okay? Please, God damn it, please put your beautiful thing in me!'' ''Oh, yes!'' I heard another female voice yell. It was Julie. Whimpering in the next room. I was hotter than I'd ever been. I bet if someone said the word cum I would have shot it all of the place. Every bit of seed boiling in my balls. The conditioner bottle next to me didn't have as much white creamy stuff inside it as I did. And I was about to put that white creamy stuff inside my wife's baby sister. I looked up at her. ''No kissing.'' She said, scared again. ''I'm not.'' I just looked at her as she felt my knuckles brush against her nub. I took my penis and gently found her hole. ''Oh, God.'' She gasped as I found it. ''Fuck,'' I uttered, beginning to slide deep into her tight, tight fucking snatch. All I had to do was push her hips and her butt moved back and hit the shower wall, sending her back towards me and forcing her honey box to swallow my entire exposed length. ''Aggghhhh!'' She screamed. ''Yessss! Oh, fuck yes!'' She grit her teeth and lifted her head back. I looked down at her stomach and saw a belly ring, something I was surprised I hadn't noticed before. It made me remember she was only twenty-three. She's only been drinking legally for two years. Even if she hadn't dropped out she might even still be in college. Fuck I was ready to cum. I decided to warn her. ''Jen?'' ''What?'' she gritted through her teeth. I was pushing her hard against the wall, her ass making a slapping noise as it hit the wall and then her stomach making the same sound as it hit mine on the opposite end. ''I'm going to cum, now.'' ''What?'' She said, looking up concerned. ''No, it's okay,'' I countered. ''When I cum, I stay hard, and I can go for a long while afterwards. I can even cum again. And again, if you want.'' She pushed off the back of the wall and took over the fucking. That's really what it was, we weren't making love or having sex. We were really fucking. ''Then cum. Cum whenever you want. I think I'm ready.'' She brought her hand to those luscious breasts. I kicked myself for forgetting about them again, but couldn't do anything about it now. It was time to send her over the edge. See, I knew she was ready. Her body was giving me the same signs Julie's body would show me. Small red dots near the sides of her temples, flushed cheeks... her ass would slam into me, pulling in as much cock as she could and then the walls of her pussy would shudder against the shaft. ''I'm almost there... and so are you.'' I said as she straightened her back and her right hand flew out and smacked into the shower door, sliding against the glass and wiping away the steam. Something caught my eye and I looked out the shower glass. There, in the ajar cabinet mirror was the reflection of my wife, laid out on the bed stark naked, red dildo plunging in and out of her pussy, hand grasping a breast. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for air, on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm. We all were. Right there. I started cumming first. I just couldn't hold it back. ''I can feel you! Oh, fuck! I can feel you cumming inside me!'' Jen yelled. She hadn't started yet, but whatever she was feeling now she had never felt before. I could feel three spurts shoot out. Nothing big, but that wasn't unusual for my first orgasm. When I finished, I tried, with rubber legs to keep driving Jen but I had to stop for just a few seconds. She hadn't reached her orgasm yet, but all she needed was my hard cock and she started swirling circles around it, gasping louder and louder. Julie was next. She grabbed the comforter and I had to wipe away the steam again to get a clear shot of her writhing on the bed. The dildo was out of her pussy, her fingers doing the final sprint. It was a relatively quiet orgasm, I know how loud she could get, but I think she wanted to hear- My Greatest Sexual Experience ''Ah, there it is! Oh, yes! Yes, there it is! Here it comes, harder! Harder! Yes!'' Jen was the loud one. Jules didn't need to be quiet to hear this. Our neighbors could hear this. It was happening - she was jizzing on my cock. ''Ahh. Ahhhh. Ah, yes! Fuck, oh fuck - yes, yes, yes... oh, God! Yes!'' I held her, starting to thrust again. Her entire body was shaking. I couldn't see Jules, because I had to hold her sister and the steam fogged up the glass again. We were both really tired so I slowly helped her down the shower wall, turning so that my back was against it and she could finally get the full spray of the shower. She was panting hard, rubbing both her tits with two hands, then taking them both and cupping her pussy, running fingers over my cock, hard but not rock hard still lodged in between her lips. ''Oh, my God. That was better than Julie said it was going to be. It's the only reason I came down this week. I just had to have one. I had to cum.'' She fell against me. ''Like I said, I can go again.'' I started moving slowly, getting my cock back up to full status. ''I don't know if I can do anymore for now.'' She breathed, grabbing my face with her hands and again tempting me by resting her forehead against mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly. ''Why don't you start.'' She said. ''I'll catch up.'' I nodded and began pumping up, in our relaxed sitting position. She looked so hot, with the water falling down around her. Her wet hair, dark and messy. I bent down and took on of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over the tit-flesh. ''Yeah.'' she breathed. I then stopped fucking for a few moments while I buried myself into her breasts, using both hands to lick them everywhere, molding them in my palms. ''You're tits are so nice.'' I managed to say, then disciplined myself to just hold one while I grabbed her ass again and started pumping into her pussy. I was slightly disappointed in my earlier performance because I'd gotten tired so fast. I redoubled my efforts and really gave her a hard plowing. Every time her body slid up my pole her hair leapt sending showering beads of water down the front of her body. When she came down, her mouth opened again and again and a sexy groan escaped from her lips whenever she bottomed out. Her moans drove me crazy and I grabbed her by the back of the hair and scooped her under her thighs. With my knees propped up I started fucking her hard. She pulled at her tits, foreheads banging together as we both gripped each others bodies and hair to keep from slipping apart. This went on for quite some time. We both had the energy in our new, less tiring position. Between our hands slipping all over each other and the water spraying in every direction, I couldn't hear anything but the liquid splattered surfaces and the provocative moans, grunts and groans coming out of Jen's mouth. At one point, she grabbed the shower bar and pulled herself up, sending my face into her neglected breasts. I lost all sense of reality and time as I lost myself in her incredible flesh. She wrapped them around my head and I fought against the instinct to breath so I could just hear nothing as I felt the pounding, warmth, water and pussy. When I finally pulled myself away to breath I could see her tongue outside her mouth, licking her bottom lip as her groans turned back into those yelping cries that always came before either sister's impending orgasm. ''It's happening again. I'm really close.'' She almost pleaded. She started pounding faster on my cock, running her fingers down my chest and stomach. One hand drifted to her pussy and she worked her exposed clit as I thrust up to meet her driving rhythm. ''Oh yeah, I'm almost there. Come on!'' She was impatient. My hands gripped her perfect ass and ran under the crack. There's a moment when a women, on the throes of sexual relief forgets everything around her and cares about only one thing. I knew she was at this point. She had no idea what her name was at this point, just wanted to cum. It was all about flooding my cock with her juices. My roaming hands found a life of their own and I started massaging the bottom of her pussy, and the crack of her ass. ''I need it! I need to fucking climax again! Please, help me! Please!'' She could have been crying, because of the water, I couldn't tell for sure. I ran my hands harder against her crack, finding her asshole. My forefinger dipped around my driving cock and then went back, pressing the brown button. It sank an inch inside before I stopped. ''Aghh! Oh, God - I'm so close! I'm so close! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck me!'' She grabbed the back of my neck and somehow managed to drive down faster, working her clit hard. My hand holding her back reached up and massaged her shoulder and neck, she tilted her head groaning loudly. My finger, which was still stuck in her asshole started slowly moving around - gently pushing a quarter of an inch in and out while she pounded her clit and I pounded her, massaging her G-spot. She was being bombarded on all sides. Her neck, her ass, her clit, inside her pussy - when she could her hand left the wall and grabbed at her breasts. When she left them, I dove my head down and attacked them. I bent the finger in her ass towards the wall of her pussy, I could literally feel my cock assaulting her. I knew, by the way she stopped riding me and the walls of her pussy contracted around me that she was having a great orgasm - better than before. Her forehead was back, pressed against my head. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuhmp.." She didn't finish the rest because she pushed me back, my legs kicking out straight and my back hitting the wall - and then she did it. She kissed me. Attacked me would be more like it. We explored each other's mouths as her orgasm ripped her body apart. Even after it was over, she continued kissing me, which of course I didn't mind at all. The door to the shower slid open and there was my wife, sitting on the floor, completely flushed. She watched us kiss, a half smile on her face. Water was beginning to splash on the floor. For some reason Jen quickly stood up, stepping out of the shower dripping wet. She stumbled into the bedroom and walked towards the bed, collapsing - soaking - onto the comforter (which was probably wet already). ''Wow.'' I said to my wife. ''Amazing!'' Jen yelled from the other room, face stuffed inside a pillow. Julie turned towards her and I could tell she was admiring her naked form. ''Did you guy's cum together?'' Jules asked. I shook my head. ''No. I haven't cum a second time yet.'' To her credit she reached into the shower and started jacking me off. After a few minutes it was clear neither of us were in the mind-frame to let that work and she stopped. I kissed her hand before she pulled it out and slowly got up from the floor. When she left the bathroom, I slid the shower door closed and slowly beat my meat until it was at full steam again. Then I jerked off in the tub, momentarily remembering the place I had gone when I was younger, masturbating in this same exact position. I didn't get there again at that moment, but my release was incredible. Four spurts. One more than my first orgasm. When I cleaned up and wiped the overflow water that had poured everywhere in the bathroom, I got dressed and saw my wife and my sister sleeping on the bed. Jules was in skimpy shorts, pussy showing, and a tank top. Jen was still completely naked, with half the comforter now pulled over her. I ate Julie out while Jen watched that night, and Jen and I made out in the backyard later on that week but we didn't have sex again. I had given her a urinary track infection. It was a problem Julie had when we first started dating - it was rather amazing how similar both girls were. I tried to get them to mess around with each other but they both felt it was crossing the line. Maybe a little alcohol would have loosened them up, but we never found the proper time. Jen went back last Friday and has called me to just talk a few nights on the phone since then. Julia asked me to pretend, again and more vividly this time, that I was her sister. It really got her going and it's such a fun twist to our usual sex games. I'm looking forward to seeing where this is going, but even if that was the only time, I'll still always remember it as the greatest sexual experience I've ever had. Thanks for reading, and letting me get this out. I'm glad it's out there and the world can hopefully get a little glimpse of how amazing this was for me. Thoughts and feedback are always appreciated. --------------- Thanks for any feedback you might be able to send my way. Looking forward to hearing what people have to think about my first erotic story.