32 comments/ 113561 views/ 117 favorites Stranded with Samantha By: blackrandl1958 My wife's sister is the perfect ice maiden. I've known her for ten years and she seldom smiles. She's very hard to talk to and seems to have absolutely no sense of humor. She has a boyfriend that is just as stuffy and uncomfortable to be around as she is. They teach together at the same elementary school in a town about twenty miles from where we live and we see them occasionally; too often to suit me. My wife calls her up and asks her out to eat about once a month. It's something I hate but my wife is someone that loves everyone and she loves her sister for some reason. For me, I've never known anyone less loveable. It's not that she's unpleasant or rude, it just seems like her personality is a black hole that sucks the life from the room. She's very nice to look at. She has long black hair, eyes that are so blue you would think she was wearing contacts and the same killer body my wife has. I've always loved looking at her if it wasn't for that null void she has for a personality. My wife set up another of those dinner dates and I expressed my frustration. "Jesus Christ, Ann; why do you do this to me? You might as well set up dinner for us with a cardboard cutout. You know I hate this." "I know, baby; but I love Samantha. You know that. I wish she wasn't like she is, but she's my little sister and I love her. What else do you have to do that's better?" "Well, let's see: I could sit and twiddle my thumbs. That would be more exciting. I could eat glass or listen to fingernails scrape on chalkboards. That would be better too. Is that nard Julian coming?" "No, I know you don't like him," Ann said. "I don't like her either," I told her. "I'd rather take you out for dinner and come home. I'll fuck your brains out." "You'll do that anyway," she giggled. "I wish someone would fuck Sam's brains out. I think that's what she needs." She looked at me speculatively. "What is going on in that devious mind?" I asked her. "Don't you think she's hot?" she asked. "Well, she's built right. She's about as hot as a life-sized doll though. The doll would be more interesting." "Would you fuck her if I asked you to?" "Jesus, Ann; what the hell is wrong with you? I wouldn't cheat on you! I'd rather cut off my nuts. You would cut off my nuts! No, I wouldn't fuck her under any circumstances. If I weren't married to you I wouldn't fuck her. I'd rather fuck a rubber toy." "I fuck rubber toys and you like to watch," she said. "You like to fuck me with them and watch me squirm." "My God, you're serious about this, aren't you? You really want me to fuck your sister! Jesus, Ann, what the hell is wrong with you?" "I love Sam. I want her to be happy. Julian is a tool and I don't think they even have sex. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a virgin. Please do this for me baby." "Are you going to fuck my brother?" "No, I'll never share my pussy with another man. I would share your cock with Sam. It's different with women, Trace. I couldn't survive the emotions of letting another man fuck me. I know you; you could fuck hundreds of women and not feel a thing. I'm not like that." "Neither am I," I told her. "I don't fuck around on you, Ann. That would mess me up emotionally. I love you, baby. I don't want to fuck anyone else." "I know, and I'm glad. I don't want you to fuck around, just Sam. I'd like to fuck her too." "Oh my God," I exploded. "You want me to fuck your sister and you want to fuck her too? You're a very naughty girl, Ann." "Yes, I'm horny just thinking about it. I want to fuck now, Trace." I took her there in the kitchen. I have to admit that the thought of Ann fucking her sister was hot! I pulled her dress off over her head. She never wears a bra around the house. I love being able to slide my hand under her shirt anytime I want and feel up those fantastic breasts. She loves it too and we wind up fucking all over the house. She had on a pair of little yellow lace panties and I pushed them to the side and slid my cock into her dripping pussy. She groaned as I bent her over the counter and pounded her from behind. "God, Trace; that feels good. Give me that big cock," She came easily and often and it wasn't long before I was filling her pussy with my cum. She went off again when she felt me spurting inside her and we wound up on the sofa, spooned up together. "So you'll do it?" she asked. "Are you crazy?" I asked. "No, I won't do it. Don't ask me again." She ignored me and over the next three weeks she kept at it. She fucked me three times a day, every time she begged and gradually my will eroded until finally I lost my mind and agreed. I had no idea just how devious she was. She had a plan. I told her I had no idea how to fuck Samantha. It would be like trying to seduce a plant. She was never alone with me and I had no idea how to make that happen. Ann did. It was genius. She really wanted this bad! She invited Samantha to spend the week at our cabin up on the mountain. She had been watching the weather. It had been mild and the roads were open up there. It's snowed in for weeks at a time, but it was open for now. There was a big storm expected Saturday night. We would go up on Friday and Samantha would meet us there. She was going to fake an emergency at the hospital where she was a surgeon and text Sam at the last minute, telling her she would come up Saturday. The snow would move in and Samantha and I would be trapped up there for a few days. She wouldn't be able to come up and Sam and I would be alone. "Work your charms when you get her by herself," she told me. "You're a very charming man, Trace. I'm counting on you. Fuck her silly for a week and I'll guarantee she'll become a different person. I was shy and quiet before I met you. Can you do it?" "I'd rather go to the dentist," I told her. "Are you sure, baby? I'd much rather be stranded with you if I have to be stranded." "I know, we'll get stranded another time. Please do this for me, baby. I'll owe you for years if you will." "I'll do it if you let me fuck your sexy little ass," I told her. She doesn't like anal much. We've done it a couple of times and she's very reluctant to give it up. She likes it once we get going but not the beginning or having cum in her ass. "Damn, Trace; I can't believe you'd extort anal out of me like that." "That's my terms," I said. "I don't want to do this anyway." "Ok," she agreed reluctantly. "I'll do it. You're an asshole though." "Yes, an asshole that's going to cum in your asshole," I told her. "Yuck," she said. "I can't believe you like that so much. It feels terrible! I like cum in my mouth or my pussy. Not back there though. It's disgusting, Trace." "Not to me," I told her. "I love your ass. I want to touch it all the time. It's your fault for having such a sexy one. I'll fuck your little pussy first and make you cum a hundred times." She set everything up and I made the drive up to the cabin. Samantha was already there when I arrived and she told me she had got the text just as she arrived. We made stilted conversation for a while. I asked her about school and she warmed up a little. She had been having trouble with a parent. He kept trying to pick up his kid but he was non-custodial and the kid's mother didn't want her seeing him. He had showed up at school and given Sam a hard time. They had to call the police and they arrested the guy. "Does that sort of thing happen much?" I asked her. "You'd be surprised," she said. "Over half the kids in my home room don't live with both their birth parents and it isn't getting any better. We have lists of who is supposed to pick them up. People not on the lists try to pick them up all the time. Usually it's a neighbor or a grandparent and we get it all sorted out. Some of them get nasty and abusive about it." "Well that really sucks for the kid," I said. "Can you imagine seeing your Dad taken away in cuffs?" "No, I can't imagine," she said. "You know Dad died when I was five. I would have loved to have him pick me up from school." She became a little wistful. I think that was the most emotion I ever saw from her. This was going well! "How well do you remember him?" I asked her. "Not well; I remember some things. I remember his pipe and the way it smelled. It was really nice. I remember him taking Ann and I to the park and playing with us. We went out for ice cream every Wednesday evening until he died. I missed him dreadfully for a long time. I still do." There were tears in those big blue eyes and she shook a little as a sob escaped. I put my arm around her and hugged her. We were sitting on the sofa drinking beer. She stiffened when I hugged her then relaxed. I petted her hair. It was very soft and wavy, bouncing under my touch. "I don't like to think about it," she said, pulling away and getting up. "It's late. Thanks for asking, Trace, but I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." She climbed up to the loft and I heard her moving around, getting ready for bed. She appeared briefly, walking to the bathroom, a robe wrapped around her. She smiled down at me and her face was transformed. It was such a rare sight that I was shocked for a minute. I went to bed and about two in the morning I heard the wind moaning. Ice and snow were rattling off the windows and at some point the power went out. When I got up in the morning there was a full-fledged blizzard going on out there and it was freezing in the house. I could see my breath when I was getting dressed and I hurried out to build a fire in the fireplace. There's a generator out in the shed to keep the water on, but it won't run the heater. The range and water heater are gas and we could cook and run the refrigerator, but that's it. Samantha came downstairs and huddled by the fire while I made breakfast. "Ann isn't going to be able to make it, is she?" she asked. "I'm afraid not," I told her. "I'm sorry Sam." "It's not your fault," she said. "Can we get out?" "We can go outside, if that's what you mean. We won't be able to drive home though. Not until they get the roads open anyway. They won't even try as long as it's snowing like this." "So we're stuck here?" she seemed very unhappy with the situation. That was good too. At least she was showing some emotion. "I'm sorry, we are stuck. Do you mind so much? I've always wished we knew each other better, Sam. I know Ann loves you. You're very important to her, but I've always felt like you don't like me. I've never known why. Can we try to get to know each other better?" I brought her breakfast. I had made ham and cheese omelets and biscuits with strawberry jam. I brought her a cup of coffee and we sat in front of the fire and ate. "Why do you think I don't like you?" she asked. "Well, you haven't said five hundred words to me in ten years," I said. "I try to talk to you, get you to smile or laugh, tell me something about yourself and it's like hitting a wall. Have I done something you don't like?" She glanced up at me and I could see tears in those big blue eyes. She looked back down at her plate. "You married Ann and took her away from me," she whispered so low I could hardly hear her. "Jesus, Sam; I never meant to do that! I wasn't taking her away. Sometimes I think she loves you more than me! We live twenty mile away and you're welcome in our house any time. You never come over. We have to call you and ask you out to dinner and it's like pulling teeth to get you to go. I'm sorry you feel that way but I want Ann to spend time with you." She was crying openly now, sobs shaking her. "I thought you didn't like me," she said. "I didn't think you wanted me around." "No, Sam; you never gave me a chance to like you. I want to like you, but you treat me like I'm a douche bag. I've tried to be nice to you but you won't let me." "Please, Trace, I'm sorry," she cried. "I won't do it any more. I want to spend time with you guys but I thought you couldn't stand being around me." "I couldn't," I told her. "You're like the ice queen. I've never felt comfortable around you. I understand you felt like I was taking your sister away. I wasn't and I don't want it to be like that." "I'm sorry," she wept. "Will you let me hug you?" I asked her. She looked up at me with big sad eyes. "Yes, God I'm sorry, Trace. We just got off on the wrong foot." She hesitated a minute. "I know people think I'm cold and unfeeling. I'm really not. I have feelings; I'm just not very good at showing them. It scares me. I'm afraid if I care about people they'll go away like Ann or die like Dad did." She was shaking with sobs now and it broke my heart. I moved over beside her and pulled her close. She wept into my chest, her hands clutching my robe and she couldn't be consoled. I just held her and petted her. This was some deep seated grief. I am a psychiatrist, and I have some experience in these things. "Ann and I aren't going anywhere," I told her. "We'll always be there for you. Ann loves you more than anything. I think I could fall in love with you if you gave me a chance." "I will," she continued to shake in my arms. "I'll come over and visit you guys. I'll call you and invite you out. I'm not going to be very good at it at first. You'll have to be patient with me. Jesus it's cold in here. I'm freezing, Trace." I built the fire up, but it was still going to be cold. I pulled the sofa up in front of the fireplace and sat her on it. I went to the chest in my bedroom and got quilts and blankets out. When I took them into the living room she was shivering. I got her another cup of coffee and we snuggled together on the sofa under the covers, sipping our coffee. She gradually stopped shivering and looked up at me. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she looked like a miserable little girl. "I'm sorry I made you cry," I told her. I bent down and kissed her lips. She stiffened up for a moment then she relaxed and kissed me back. "It's ok," she said. "I'm glad we got it out in the open. "I've been miserable, Trace." She started to tear up again. "Now, stop that," I told her. "We're ok now. We're going to be ok. We've got it all out in the open and we can deal with it. I can help you, Sam. I know how to help you deal with grief and alienation. We're all going to love each other and be happy now." I kissed her again and this time she just kissed me back. "How long do you think we'll be here?" she asked. "I don't know," I told her. "Several days, I'd guess. Why, are you in a hurry to get away from me?" "No, but don't you want to go home?" "Why would I? I'm stuck in the snow with a hot babe that will finally talk to me. I'll stay a month." She blushed. "I'm sorry, Trace. I will talk to you." She looked up at me. "Do you really think I'm hot?" "Of course," I told her. "You look like a younger, bigger version of the woman I'm madly in love with." "Hey, was that a fat joke?" she laughed. I think it was the first time I ever heard her laugh. I wanted to make her do it again. "No," I chuckled. "It was a compliment. You're curvier than Ann. I love her little tight body, but you're fantastic too. You've got bigger boobs." "Trace!" she laughed. "Why have you been looking at my boobs?" "I'm a man. I like beautiful things. I especially like beautiful girls with big boobs." She slapped my arm and her face was lit up in a big smile. She looked dazzling. "This is not what I'm going to talk to you about." "Tell me a story then," I told her. "Tell me something about Sam when she was a little girl." "I was a sad little girl for a long time after Dad died," she told me. "After a while I didn't think about it so much. Mom took us to the lake one summer when I was about twelve and Ann was fifteen. We rented a cabin and swam every day. There was a family in the cabin beside ours. They had a boy about our age and we got to know him. He went swimming with us and we hiked around. That's the first time I ever saw a boy kiss a girl. He really liked Ann. He kissed her one day down by the lake. I was very jealous. I sulked around the rest of the afternoon. When she asked me what was wrong, I told her I didn't like her kissing him. That's when she... she..., well she didn't kiss him anymore." "Oh, no," I laughed. "You don't get to do that. I know her; what did she do?" She wouldn't look at me. "It's embarrassing," she whispered. "I don't want to say." "I'll tickle you if you don't tell me," I threatened her. She shook her head and I attacked her. She squealed and thrashed around until we fell off the couch. I landed on top of her and tickled her mercilessly. "Ok, ok," she laughed helplessly. "I'll tell you. Stop, Trace; you're going to make me pee my pants." I stopped and lay on top of her, our noses almost touching. "She kissed me," she whispered. "She kissed me like she kissed that boy." "Like this?" I leaned down and tasted those full, luscious lips. They moved against mine and the kiss lingered and deepened. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened them, letting her inside. It felt just like her sister. Our tongues dueled and she put her arms around my neck, pulling me down. I could feel those full breasts crushed against my chest and my cock sprang to life. She felt it and ground her pussy against me, dry humping together. She broke away with a gasp. "No... I can't, Trace. Please, stop and let me up. I can't. I couldn't do that to Ann." I looked into those bottomless blue eyes. "Was it like that?" I asked her. "Yes, it was exactly like that," she whispered. "Please, Trace. Let me up. We can't do this." I got up and pulled her up, hugging her to me. I wrapped the quilts back around us and we sat back down. "You can hold me," she said. "Just don't try to get me to do anything else, ok?" "Yes, Sam. I like holding you." I told her. "I would never do anything to you that you didn't want me to." "I know," she said. "That's the problem. I do want you to, but I can't. It wouldn't be right." It was getting dark. The snow continued to fall outside and the wind howled. We talked and cuddled until supper. She helped me cook and we hurried back to our blankets with our food. She told me a lot about herself and she was an incredibly complex person. She was as smart as a whip and knew a lot about a lot of things. I had never heard her talk so much in her life. I asked her about Julian. "Are you in love with him?" I asked her. "No, I just like having someone to go out with and talk to," she said. "I think he's gay or something. Do you know, he's never made a pass at me? He's never kissed me like you... like you did." She blushed again. "He's a colleague and it's convenient. The kids give me a hard time about him. They think he's stuffy. I guess he is a little stiff," she giggled. "I can't imagine what he would think of me being here with you." "Are you tired?" I asked her. "Not really," she said. "Why do you ask?" "We need to think about where we're going to sleep tonight," I said. "We'll freeze to death in our beds. What do you say we pull a mattress in here in front of the fireplace?" "I think that sounds like a good idea," She said. We got out from under the covers and hurried to drag the mattress off my bed and into the living room. She put covers on it while I ran to get pillows. I poured us some bourbon and we jumped in. We lay under the covers and sipped the bourbon and talked. I got up and built up the fire as much as I could. We lay facing one another and talked while the blizzard raged outside. Her eyelids grew heavy and she began to yawn. "I'm very sleepy, Trace," she said. "I don't like sleeping in my clothes. They bind me all up. Will you promise not to molest me if we take them off?" "I won't molest you," I told her. "I'm going to molest you in my mind, but I'll keep my hands to myself." Stranded with Samantha She giggled and squirmed around under the covers. Her shirt and bra came out and then her pants. The thought of this gorgeous girl in bed with me in only her panties had me hard as a rock. I sat up and took off my shirt. I had goose bumps immediately and she laughed at me. I pulled my pants and socks off and threw them out. She turned over away from me and told me goodnight. I drifted off to the sound of the wind rattling ice and snow against the windows. At some point in the night I woke up. There was a naked girl spooned up against me. Her butt was pressing against my erection and my arm was lying across her, a big, firm breast under my hand. I could feel her nipple under my fingers and I desperately wanted to squeeze it. "Sam," I whispered. "Sam, are you awake?" She stirred and turned her head to look at me with sleepy blue eyes. "It's ok," she said. "I was cold and you're warm. Just hold me." Her arm was on top of mine, holding my hand over her breast. "My hand..." I said. "I know, it's ok. My boobs were cold too. Just hold me." It was warm with us sharing body heat and she felt incredibly soft and smooth against me. She didn't seem to mind my erection between the cheeks of her ass and I certainly didn't. She was sleeping again and I drifted off. When I woke up again it was light outside. The wind had died down but I could still see snow falling through the window. I was on my back and Sam was draped half over me. Her cheek was lying on my chest and the covers were pulled up to her chin. Her waves of black hair were covering us and I could feel those big naked breasts crushed against my side. My arms were around her slender back and she had one leg over me, pressing her thigh against my cock. It was semi-erect and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my leg. I stroked the silken skin of her back and kissed her sleeping lips. She stirred a little and moaned into my mouth, pressing her pussy against my thigh. Her eyes opened and she gasped and tried to pull away. I held her close continuing to claim her luscious lips. Her motions against my thigh became stronger and she moaned again. She pulled her lips away and panted. "No, Trace. Stop; please stop. You're making me so horny and I can't. Ann, I can't do this to Ann. Please Trace I... I... oh God, please." "I have something to tell you," I said. "This was Ann's idea. She knew this would happen and she's been begging me for months to let it happen. Do you remember when you told me she kissed you like that? She wants to do it again. She thinks you're unhappy, baby. She hates to see you like that. She thought if she shared me with you you'd be happy and you might want to share her with me." Her eyes were wide in shock. "Ann wanted us to do this? She wants you to make love to me? There wasn't' really an emergency at the hospital, was there? She never intended to come." "Yes, Sam, she wants us to make love. I didn't want to before. Now I want to do it too. You're something I never imagined. I never imagined I'd have this big gorgeous girl who's so vulnerable and beautiful inside naked in bed with me. I never knew I would want you. I do and I'm going to make love to you. Then I'm going to do it again and then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to do it again and again." "I'm not naked," she giggled. "I have my panties on." I took care of that problem and her panties and my boxers went away. "Now you're naked," I told her. "God you feel incredible, Sam. Will you let Ann and I fuck you when we get back?" She nodded. "I've wanted to make love to her for years. I've felt that way ever since she kissed me. I was afraid I was some kind of weird lesbian with a thing for my sister. I know I'm not though. I have a thing for you too. Please don't hurt me, Trace. I've never done this before. You're not going to hurt me, are you?" "Yes, I am a little. There's no way around it Samantha. It's going to hurt a little. Then I'm going to make it feel really, really good." "I know that. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm on the edge of something cool here, Trace. I feel close to you. I think I'm going to be really close to Ann. If you screw me around I don't think I'll ever get over it. I haven't felt like this in years." "What do you mean, 'screw you around?'" I squeezed her to me and ran my hands up and down her silky back. I could feel her muscles play as she shifted, pressing herself against my thigh. I could feel downy soft curls against me. "I mean make love to me and then be mean to me. I mean just drop me and let it go back to the way we were before. Ignore me and not love me." "I'll never do that. I don't think you know how much Ann loves you, baby. I've wanted to just leave you alone for years. She wouldn't let that happen. I love her desperately, Sam. Even if I didn't love you, I would never do any of those things because she loves you and you're important to her. Trust me; I'm a doctor." She laughed for a long time and it thrilled me to hear that laugh. She was opening up like a flower in the sun. I kissed her and she kissed back running her hands across my chest. I pulled on her arm and she climbed on top of me. Her curls rubbed across my cock and meshed with mine. She rubbed herself on me and I could feel heat and moisture radiating from her. She started to try to get me inside her and I pulled her up and away. "Slow down, Sam," I told her. "There's more to it than that. I want to love you, baby." She looked puzzled and I rolled on top of her. "Let me just make love to you a while," I told her. "I want to love every inch of you. I wish it weren't so cold so I could just look at you for a while. You're a spectacular woman and I could spend hours looking at you." She blushed and it was delightful. I slid down under the covers and kissed her neck, nibbling at her smooth skin and her earlobes. She shivered and I don't think it was from the cold. I slid down farther and there were those magnificent breasts. There were gaps in the covers that let in light and I could see how spectacular they were. They were very large and firm. They jiggled and swayed at our every movement but they were so hard and taut that they didn't lose their shape and flop to the side like you would expect. I sank my fingers into them and her breath drew in. I rolled them under my hands, feeling how resilient they were and I crushed them a little. She moaned and arched her back, pressing them more firmly into my hands. Her nipples were erect and beautiful. They weren't long but they were fat and very delicious looking. I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers and she gasped. When I bent and took one into my mouth she went wild. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she pulled my head into the firm softness, arching her back off the bed and babbling. "Oh, my God, Trace; what are you... what's happening... I... I'm, oh God. I'm running away, Trace." She shuddered wildly under me, pressing her pussy against my belly and tossing her head from side to side. He long black hair whipped around us, half covering her face as she came for me for the first time. She was obviously very inexperienced and very sensitive; my own twenty-five-year-old virgin goddess. I sucked the other nipple into my lips and she continued to shudder and moan. She gradually came back to earth and I slid up and claimed her lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and kissed me passionately. "Jesus, Trace; what you did to me. That was so intense. I've never let anyone play with my boobs before. That was so amazing. I think I'm going to love this. I think I'm going to love you. Do you make Ann feel like that?" "Better," I told her. "We're just getting started, baby." I slid half off of her and she could feel my erection drag across her. "Touch me, baby," I told her. Her hand slid hesitantly down across my belly. When she found my pubic hair she played with it for a minute before seeking what she was looking for. Her hand touched my cock and jumped away. She hesitated for a moment and then grasped me. She held my cock in her hot little hand, letting her fingers explore. They ran over the sensitive head, felt along the shaft and explored the fruit hanging underneath. She filled her hands with my balls and squeezed gently before returning to my shaft. "I need to see it," she whispered. She scooted down under the covers and I raised them a little so I could watch her and let in a little light and air. She used both hands and explored every inch. I saw her eyes flash up to mine. "Is it supposed to be this big?" she asked. "Do you think it's big?" I asked her. "I don't know," she confessed. "I've never seen a real one before." "You've seen fake ones?" I asked her. "No, silly; I've seen pictures on the internet," she said. "This seems really big. I always suspected the guys on the internet were like other actors. You know, bigger than life like actors are more beautiful than real people. Yours is as big as theirs though. Are all men this big?" "Some are bigger and some are smaller," I told her. "I think mine is on the big side. I think the average is around five inches." She measured with her hands. "Jesus, Trace, you're twice that big." I laughed. "I think you're adding a couple of inches. Are you afraid?" "No, well actually, yes," she said. "Not any more than I was before though. I'm going to kiss it. Is that ok?" "It's very ok," I told her. "Imagine it's a big ice cream cone. It's called giving head or a blow job, baby. Men love it. Women too. I'll give you yours after." She thought for a moment and then gave me a swipe with her tongue. She giggled. "Like that?" she asked. "Yes, you do that long enough and I'll cum for you. Do you want me to?" She blushed and nodded. "When I come you can take it in your mouth. If you don't we'll have a mess and we don't want that in our bed. We'd have to change the sheets and it's too cold. You can either hold it in your mouth and spit it out later or swallow it." "What does it taste like?" she asked. "I have no idea," I laughed. "I don't suck men's cocks." "What does Ann do?" she asked. "She loves cum," I told her. "She swallows it. She says she likes the taste. Some women don't. You'll just have to see." She nodded again and began to lick all over the head. She kissed up and down the shaft and then positioned her head over me and slid her lips down, taking three or four inches inside her scalding wetness. She bobbed her head up and down. She seemed to be trying to take more. She gagged and gasped when the head hit the back of her throat. "Easy, baby," I cautioned her. "Gagging isn't fun. Just take what you can." She nodded. "No, it isn't," she said. She went back to work and although she was inexperienced she was a natural just like her sister. The sight of that gorgeous girl with her mouth full of my cock had me on the edge in minutes. "I'm almost there," I warned her. She began to pump her hands up and down, instinctively milking my shaft and I felt my nuts boil over. She choked a little at first as I spurted into those beautiful lips and a little cum ran down her chin. Then she was sucking like a pro, drinking my thick spurts down, making gulping sounds that were incredibly erotic. She kept working until the last streams were gone and the sensation on the sensitive head was becoming painful. I pulled her up and she rested on my chest, looking at me with those incredible blue pools. "Was I good, Trace?" she asked. "You were incredible, baby," I told her. "Just incredible! I can't believe you've never done that before. Did you like it?" "It was very sexy," she said. She cleaned the cum off of her chin with her thumb and ate it. "God that's erotic," I told her. "What did you think about the taste?" "It was good," she said. "It was kind of salty and sort of like a thick shake except warm. If you like it I'll always swallow it." I was very excited! That meant that she wanted to do it again! It was time to return the favor. I flipped her over and kissed my way down her spectacular body. She was writhing and moaning by the time I reached that little patch of soft curls. They were very soft, dark and springy. I pulled on them and she giggled. I lay between her thighs. That flesh was so incredible; soft and silky, but with iron underneath. I kissed all over her thighs and up between them was the most beautiful little pussy. Her lips were small and very pink, forming a thin line as they pressed tightly together. They rose smoothly to her little clitoris at the top. I parted them at the bottom, putting my fingertip just inside. She was dripping wet inside and I used her moisture to coat the little lips and slide across her little love button. Her hips jerked and twitched as my finger hit her clitoris. I was going to make this good for her or die trying. I tasted her with my tongue and she was sweet and tangy at the same time, clean girl cum spreading across my tongue. I probed her hole and tasted more. It was like nectar and I lapped it up. She was moaning every time I touched her now and I ran my tongue firmly up and down her perfect little lips. She began to thrust her hips up, seeking more contact and I gave it to her. I strummed her little button with the tip of my tongue and she began to tremble. I worked it up and down and from side to side and the tremble in her thighs became more pronounced. When I sucked it into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue she began to bridge her hips up off the bed and when they reached their peak, all that tension came bursting out. She screamed and thrashed under me and her hips were churning. "Cuming; oh God, I'm cuming," she groaned. "Trace, oh Trace; oh my God, oh my God, it's... it's... oh Jesus, Trace!" I felt her beginning to relax and thrust my middle finger inside her, curling it up to find the roughness of her g-spot. When my finger touched the little pad of nerve endings she exploded again. Her voice was rough and husky and she moaned my name over and over. Her body shook and spasmed as she came repeatedly, crying out her pleasure again and again. Her motions became frantic and she was pushing at my head, forcing me away. "Oh, my God, Trace; stop, please stop." I continued to move my finger inside her and she bucked her hips frantically, trying to get away. "Please, Trace; oh God please stop. I can't stand anymore. Trace, I'm begging you; you're killing me!" I slowly backed off and she stopped thrashing, pulling weakly at my arm. I kissed my way back to those big beautiful breasts and up her neck to her lips. She was sobbing and shaking like a leaf her arms clinging to me and pulling me against her, desperately seeking contact. "Are you ok, baby?" I asked her. "No," she sobbed. "I've never... Trace; that was so... so intense and so good and so scary." "Why was it scary, Sam?" "It was like I had no control of my body! You were just taking me away and all I could think about was cuming. I just wanted it so bad and it felt so good that I would have done anything for you. I still feel like that. I'd do anything you wanted me to to feel like that again. You're making me fall in love with you, Trace and that scares the hell out of me!" "Why, Samantha?" I asked. "It's ok to fall in love. It's not scary." "It is if you're me," she wept. "I've been keeping myself from loving anyone for most of my life. When you love people they hurt you. You could hurt me so bad. The scary part is that I would let you." "Samantha, I'm not going to hurt you. What kind of monster would I be to do that? I know how soft and beautiful you are now. It would be like hurting a kitten except worse. I'm telling you that you're precious to me. I never dreamed there was this scared little girl inside you that wants to be loved so badly. I'm going to love you for the rest of your life. Ann is going to love you to. She's going to be so happy that you opened up and let me in. She wants back in too." She looked up at me with those big blue eyes full of tears. She held my face in her hands and kissed me. "I'm going to trust you, Trace,' she said. "I'm going to give you everything I have." "Thank you, baby," I told her. "I'm going to treat you like a princess." My cock was aching hard with wanting this vulnerable, gorgeous girl. I positioned her just right and eased the head in-between her perfect lips. She moaned against my lips and I pressed into her moist wetness. I could feel her lips part and stretch tightly around the crown and it slipped inside. I immediately felt her virgin barrier. She went stiff and I froze, soaking in her heat and moisture. I kissed her again and again and when she relaxed I pushed through and two inches into her creamy pussy. She gasped and froze again. I didn't move and we repeated the process. I stopped and let her rest for a minute. Her hips began to move slightly and I drew back and began a rhythm, giving her the first few inches again and again until she was moaning and thrusting back at me. She began that cute little tremble again and I continued to fuck her slowly until I felt her contract around me. She came, the tension leaving her body and her hips bucking madly. I gave her one of the forward thrusts and this time I thrust sharply forward, burying myself inside her and claiming her pussy as my own. She squeaked and pushed her hands against my stomach. Her orgasm continued for a second or two and then she was crying a little. "Oweee," she said. "Damn, Trace! Shit that hurt. Don't move! Why did you do that? I thought we were all gentle like and slow; then you just jabbed me." I laughed and apologized. "I'm sorry baby, I'll be gentle and slow for a while now. Gentle and slow there would just have been torture. It's over now, we just had to get past it." "Well, ok, just don't make sudden movements like that until I get used to you. That hurt, Trace." "I'm sorry Samantha. It won't hurt any more." I continued to ease into her and she began to push back. When my curls meshed with hers she let out a groan. "You're so deep in me. God, I thought it was never going to end. It's starting to feel really good. You can move now. Let's go a little faster." "I have to ask you if it's safe to cum inside you." I said. "Yes, I've been taking the pill since I was fourteen. I had... problems. It's ok if you want to." That was a relief to me. I hate worrying about pulling out at the right time. I began to stroke her and she had the tightest, wettest pussy I've ever been in. I hadn't fucked anyone but Ann for nearly fifteen years and I was glad I had cum earlier. I wouldn't have lasted five minutes inside this gorgeous girl. The sounds she made and the look on her face when she came were nearly enough to make me blow the way it was. She was extremely responsive and she matched every motion I made. Any change in tempo or depth set her off and she must have cum a dozen times before the incredible look and feel of her sent my cum boiling into her. We coasted to a stop and I rested inside her. We kissed and nibbled and said little love things to each other and in five minutes I felt my cock begin to swell inside her. We made love, slow and sweet; just two people in love and loving every second they get to spend joined together. When I shot my second load in her she came again, shuddering under me until the last spasms faded. "I'm starving, Trace," she said. "I also think I'm going to leak and I need to pee." We jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and she peed while the water warmed up. It was steaming when we got in together. We have a huge hot water heater and we stayed in there a long time. This was the first time I could really get a look at that amazing body and it was really something to look at. She was a little embarrassed and kept blushing every time she thought about it. I soaped her up and ran my hands everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her ass. It was spectacular, even more than the rest of her. Slim, yet full and bouncy; I pushed her against the shower wall and slid my growing cock up and down between her soapy cheeks. Her ass stuck out so much that my cock could nearly disappear between her cheeks. I nuzzled her neck and penetrated her pussy from behind. We fucked in the shower and I gave it to her hard and deep as she groaned and came half a dozen times. I came inside her again, inspired by feeling my loins slapping between those incredible butt cheeks. Then I had to wash her again and I knelt and licked her to another orgasm. Stranded with Samantha She was too weak to walk and I had to carry her back to bed after we dried off. I put her in naked and quickly pulled on sweats to hurry to the kitchen and make sandwiches. We drank milk and ate chips along with our turkey and avocado sandwiches. We put the dishes on the floor and cuddled together, sharing our body heat. She chattered to me about anything and everything. She was so animated and alive. It was like the Sam I had always known was gone and this charming girl had taken her place. She talked to me more in an hour than she had in ten years. It was like talking to a teenager except about different things than they talk about. This was adult stuff, work, family, how much she was looking forward to seeing Ann and telling her how her plan had gone. I got up and built up the fire and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Four times I woke her up in the night and fucked her until she couldn't take any more. When we woke up in the morning the snow had stopped and the sun was shining. I fucked her again and she complained this time that she was sore. We stayed in bed all morning and about two o'clock in the afternoon the power came back on. The house warmed up quickly and we moved the mattress back to my bed. We changed the sheets, washed the dishes and did laundry. I cooked supper and we showered together again. When we went to bed, she came and got in with me after she was through in the bathroom like it was the most natural thing in the world. She wouldn't let me fuck her but she sucked my cock and swallowed down every drop. She let me fuck her ass the next morning. It was very painful at first but she quickly got used to it and to my surprise, she said she actually liked it. Now that was a way she was different than her sister. "I don't think I could cum like that, but it isn't bad. I'll let you do it when you want to," she said, "maybe special occasions or something." I was in heaven. I fucked her constantly for two more days and by the time the snowplow broke through, she said she needed a vacation. "I've never met anyone as horny as you," she laughed after I fucked her for the fifth time that final day. "I am worn, Trace. I need to go home and recover." Ann arrived just before she got ready to go home and she didn't make it out that night. The sight of those two awesomely beautiful sisters locked together eating each other's pussies is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Sam has a job in our town now. Her tool boyfriend is long gone and two or three times a week she spends the night in our bed. I don't think it's ever going to change. I think I'm the luckiest man on the planet.