9 comments/ 151944 views/ 30 favorites The Third Thumb By: syrensong My parents were married fairly young. They met at their local church when they auditioned for the choir. My father is a baritone, while my mother is favored with a soft sweet mezzo. They both work, have an attractive home and all the usual possessions, which, by today's standards, indicate success. At 28, after nine years of happy marriage, she was childless. Questions were asked, tests made and specialists consulted, resulting in a unanimous opinion. All was normal with both and there was no apparent physical reason for this inability to conceive. Certainly, it was not for the lack of trying, as my mother shyly assured us a later time. After much discussion they decided to adopt and with the help of our doctor and the church associates, the were blessed with a two year old girl, Jill, whose parents died in a car crash, leaving her an orphan with no relatives willing or able to accept the responsibility of an infant girl. I was born eighteen months later! My parents were delighted, and being bible oriented, chose a biblical name, Matthew; Matt. As I grew older, though I was not overjoyed by this archaic appellation, I comforted myself with the thought of Ezekiah?, Zacharia? The names that parents bestow on their defenseless offspring can markedly influence the pattern of their future life. We had a happy life, with my wonderful parents taking great pains to ensure that both children received equal love and attention. Apparently this was easy with Jill, for she was a very appealing, almost angelic youngster, whilst I was less so. At fourteen, Jill was taller and more athletic than I at ten.At sixteen, she was tomboyish, irritating and the same height as I at twelve. At eighteen, her fairy godmother had replaced her with this shapely, vivacious beauty. We were now about the same height, with me being skinny and bespectacled, where she was literally the belle of the ball, with a different boyfriend every day. Or so it seemed to me, suffering as I was with the stings of jealousy. The years passed. She grew more beautiful every day, while I grew taller, huskier and shed my spectacles. She was more into athletics and I became active in car racing and repairs. A eighteen, I was now more interested in girls and I was more than a little ashamed of myself when I realized that my interest in Jill was becoming increasingly less brotherly! I began to lay in wait for her to come out of the bathroom after her shower, praying each day that she would not completely close her robe. I particularly thrilled to see her coming down the stairs on her way to tennis. She favored short mid-thigh skirts or dresses and brief frilly panties. I don't know what effect these had on the defenseless boys she played. I only know how they affected me. Seeing her legs disappear under that tantalizingly swaying skirt with an occasional glimpse of that triangle of taunting lacy material between her legs had the inevitable result. She obviously saw me at the bottom of the stairs and I could only hope that the way I stood hid the visible evidence of her presence while I waited for her to leave so that I could dash up to my room and do what was necessary. Sometimes I became so excited I didn't make it in time! She continued to arouse me each time I saw her, but I now had my own girl friends and was able to get my own relief elsewhere. She actually joshed me one time when she was going out, dressed in that familiar exciting manner. "Hi Matt, don't see you waiting at the stairs or the shower these days. Lost interest?" Now that did leave me speechless!! We usually chatted easily and amicably about all things. She even confided in me her opinions of some of the boys she met. After all, she had been my babysitter may times when our parents had gone to evening practice or their other abiding passion. Bridge. She was obviously only too aware of my non-brotherly interest in her, and I felt uncomfortable when I realized that she had undoubtedly seen the all too noticeable bulge in my pants as awaited each glimpse of her in, I hoped, a revealing robe or dress. I didn't know that on her seventeenth birthday she had been told of her adoption. She accepted what had happened, without tears, and regularly paid her respects to the burial place of her natural parents. Our parents had been meticulous in devoting equal affection to both of us, and after the initial shock, all went on as before. I did not know until I was sixteen and Anne twenty. By that time she was engaged and married later that year. I knew of the guy she chose and was not pleased that he won my sister. Yes, my sister, for that is how I did and will always think of her. He had a reputation as a skirt chaser and had been picked up twice for drunk driving. However, it was her choice so I held my tongue and trusted her judgment. She was back home after fifteen months, suing for divorce. The reason? adultery. By that time I was nineteen, just under six feet, well built and with a burning desire to tear his liver out. Jill was experienced as a legal secretary, and with her talent, good looks and irrepressible good humor, quickly became independent again, and only stayed at home due to our parents wish that she did so. She returned to her love of tennis and other sports, but I was careful not to resume my previous habit of voyeurism I was now twenty, studying engineering and working part time at a garage that specialized in rebuilding vintage cars. I found that I somehow had a talent for older engines, and became much in demand with the many old car enthusiasts. I knew even then how my future would develop. Early one Saturday evening, I was working at home on a Webber carburetor when the front door bell disturbed me. My parents were at the bridge club, Jill at the tennis club and I particularly wished to complete this repair for a rally to be held the next day. Opening the door, I was shocked to see Jill, pale, wincing at each movement and supported by one of her fellow players who had driven her home. I thanked him for his considerate action and without hesitation scooped her up in my arms, carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch. I so busy being worried about her and cursing her for not going directly to the hospital that I didn't stop to consider that she was wearing her usual short dress and it was high up around her hips with her panties in full view. When I paused in my tirade to finally appreciate how she looked, my reaction was immediate and physical. Here was my dear sister, obviously in pain and all I could think of was how incredibly sexy she looked. She saw my condition, smiled, made no effort to rearrange her dress and simply tried to roll over onto her tummy, generating a squawk of pain as she did so. "Give me a hand Matt." She asked. "Why the hell didn't you go to the hospital, you may have broken something." I yelled, more in concern than anger. "No, brother dear,' she chided, " I haven't broken anything. This has happened before. It's painful, but not serious. I have just pulled a muscle in my thigh. The result of trying to stop, twist, jump and volley, all at the same time. A little massage, some heat and rest and all will be well. So, how about helping your ever loving Sis?" "If your' sure that there is nothing more serious, then, of course, I will do anything I can. Just tell me what you want me to do." "That's better," she winced. "Help me to roll over and then I will instruct you how to ease this pain." I did so, eliciting more cries of discomfort and the request that I roll her back again. "That's no good." She cried, and I could see the tears in her eyes. "I need to be flat, on a bed. This couch is too soft. Can you get me to my room if I hop on one leg?" "That could be fun, going up the steps." I replied, trying hard not to laugh in relief. " There's only six steps, so I have a better idea." Before she could object, I picked her up and had her on her bed, rolled her over and asked what to do next. "Hell"s Bells Matt," she shouted, half laughing and half crying. "I can remember when I could pick you up and put you to bed. This is just right. Now. Help me to remove my dress. Kneel on the bed with my left leg between yours and I want you to massage the back of my thigh from just above the knee up to my hip. Put both hands around my leg and press your thumbs into me and massage the muscles a few seconds, then move higher and carry on." I did as she instructed, kneading her muscles, making her yelp as I did so. But, with no pleas to refrain, I slowly progressed up her thigh till I reached the edge of her panties. By this time, with the feel of her soft, warm, velvet thigh in my hands my thoughts were straying into dangerous territory and my cock was responding in it's own predictable way. I was as hard as a rock, and without knowing it, and due to my having to lean over, it was digging into her as I moved up her leg. I felt her shake and eased the pressure, not aware that she was holding in her laughter as she understood what was happening. I stopped at her panties and made to start again. "No." she instructed. "Go up further, right into my hip joint. Pull my panties down so you can apply the full effect to my flesh. Pull them right off if you can." "Are you sure you want me to do this?" I stammered. "Matt, you've been trying to look up my skirt since for a long time, so why be bashful now. Take them off, damn it." I was more than happy to obey. I commenced the slow progression up her lovely thigh until I was almost touching her nether lips and again paused. She reached around and urged me on to apply the healing probing up into the hip joint. The top of my inner hand was now hard on her pussy and as I used my thumbs to relax her body, I was also vibrating her clitoris. "Oh yes, Matt, that's the spot. Keep working there." I could not be sure which action she was applauding, but it didn't matter. I continued the good work and felt her move her uninjured leg to give me space to move a tad higher. I did so, continued the manipulation and deliberately raised my fingers to stroke her lips, finding and stimulating her moist button. "MMMmmm," she intoned. "That's nice Matt, but let's concentrate on the massage please. Start again and do the whole thing two more times and I should be OK. Your third thumb feels even harder than the others! Unhook my bra so that I can be completely comfortable." I did as ordered; she shrugged out of her bra and it joined her panties on the floor. I then repeated the massage, each time ensuring that I applied my hands as before, reveling in the touch of her now relaxing body. "Is that now sufficient, or do you need any more?" "That is great. I feel so much better and while I have no objection to you carrying on, I think it would be more for your pleasure than my need! Just let me turn over and get comfy." And turn over she did, quite unconcerned that she was stark naked and that seeing her thus prompted my erection to become even more pronounced. "Will you get the heating pad out of the lower draw and put it under my hips? Yes, that's the one, plug it in and bring it here please." I did so and she tried to lift herself to allow me to slide the pad under her. "You'll have to help me." She groaned. " Come here and let me use your shoulder to lift myself up. You can then position the pad under me." I put one arm round her waist and with hers over my shoulder, I eased her up sufficiently to arrange the pad as requested and lowered her on to it. "That's great Matt, I can already feel the warmth seeping into me. An hour or so of this will make me feel so much better." I still had my arm around her, and made to move away. My rock hard cock was pressing into her side and the fact that she was naked did nothing to lessen this obvious condition. She used her arm around my shoulder to restrain me, pulled my head down to her and kissed me; not a sisterly kiss, a full, open mouth, demanding tongue kiss. "Thanks for your help, brother dear. I feel almost new again." She said. Initially surprised, I returned the salutation, sucking her tongue and probing into her mouth as far as I could manage. Emboldened, I ran my hand up her body to cup and feel her breast. She quivered, and answered this advance by increased manipulation of her tongue, and making no effort to discourage my liberty. I squeezed her breast and rolled her hard nipple between my thumb and finger, marveling at the incredible warmth and satin texture of her skin. Only then did I appreciate just how much I had unconsciously increased the pressure of my cock on her body. She reached up to ease it away from her, and I pushed even harder to accentuate that delightful touch of her hand on me. "Bloody Hell, Matt," she laughed, " You'll bruise me with that thing if you don't back off a little. Let me see if I can take care of this outstanding problem for you. I suppose that I am to blame for this situation, so I shall have to take care of it. First, take off your shorts and shirt so that I can see what needs to be done. Come on, don't be ridiculous. You've seen me naked. I want to see you the same way." I was so aroused by her touch and her words that it took me all of one second to remove my clothes and move closer to her, longing for her hand on my throbbing beast. "That's a beautiful cock you have there Matt," she said approvingly." If I had a rule I'd like to check its size. In the meantime I can gauge its length the old fashioned way." She reached out and wrapped both her hands around its grateful length, urging me to come closer as she did so. "HHmmm," she murmured. " Two hands full. Now what shall I do with this I wonder?" My response was fast and urgent. Holding both of her hands around my rod, I began to thrust harder into them, pulling to and fro as I did so. I was now bigger than I could ever remember, and with her exhilarating embrace seemingly causing me to grow moment by moment, I groaned and shuddered with each passing second. She could feel the tension building in my balls, and not having any tissues handy, she did what I prayed she would do. She removed her one hand to cup my balls, took the head into her mouth and continued to pump me with the other. God, was it ever wonderful, the realization of all the fantasies that had possessed and plagued me all these years. The times I had masturbated after a brief revealing moment as she came out of the shower, and now, here she was, doing exactly what I dreamed about these many years. With these thoughts going through my head and the unbelievable pleasure I was experiencing from the combination of her hands, tongue and mouth, I knew I was on the brink of ejaculating into her mouth. I took her head in my hands and tried to move it away. Not that I wanted to, but I felt it was too great an accommodation to expect. She understood what I was trying to do, and the reason for doing it. She shook her head, put her hands on my rear and took all that she could of my fully distended cock deep into her luscious mouth. That did it. With a force I had not experienced before, I shot all the pent up essence of my body into hersweet, sweet mouth. I felt her gag slightly and tried to ease back. She held me, still deep in her mouth, continuing to manipulate me with her tongue until I began to soften, and slowly released me as I slid off her tongue. She pointed to the tissues. Knowing her need, I passed them to her. She cleaned her mouth and then she wiped my still semi rigid rod. It immediately began to harden under the touch of her smooth warm hands. She released me as she felt this happen and watched it swell to its previous proportions. "I was going to ask you if that was better than dashing off to your room as you used to do when I gave you a flash coming out of the shower, but I can see that it was and that your monster is asking for more." "I don't know what to say, Jill," I replied hoarsely. "That was the most wonderful experience of my life and I just don't have the words to express the feelings I have of love and gratitude for what you just did for me. Seeing you like this and the touch of your body that I have fantasized over for these many years, brought me to this condition that you have so kindly relieved in a way that I could only dream about. Yes, I do want more, but you have only yourself to blame. Just touching me in that way is enough to bring any man to the urgent need for more delight." "Well," she asked, " there's something I now need." "Just name it," I said, conjuring up all the other things I had dreamed about. "I don't think this is what you have in mind. " she chuckled, " but we can come back to that later. What I need at this moment is a glass of hot milk, two aspirins and some sleep. Put your pants on and please get them for me. Mom and Dad will be back soon. Don't tell them what happened. I shall be much better tomorrow, so don't worry them. They will go to church tomorrowmorning at eight for their choir performance. I would like you to come in then to help get into the bath if that's OK with you?" I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice, but I knew she couldhear it. "Sure Jill," I replied, complying with her suggestions. " I'll be back in jiffy." I returned with the items she requested, she kissed me, said goodnight and snuggled down to sleep. In my room, I went back over the preceding events. Thinking about the comment that she made regarding coming back to the other things later, and the fact that she had already sucked me, conjured up all kinds of visions of what that might mean. I knew what I prayed it meant. Just considering the possibilities resulted in a massive hard on and it took all my will power to refrain from providing the relief that had always been my previous practice when aroused by her. With all these thoughts churning around in my head, sleep eluded me for what seemed an eternity. I awoke at seven, with what I am sure was the same erection! The waiting for my patents to depart for church seemed endless. But depart they did just after eight, and wearing just a robe, was tapping on Jill's door seconds after. "What kept you?" she laughed. "Come on in." She was sitting up, with the sheet held up demurely to her chin. My heart sank with a thud, accompanied by an obvious look of disappointment on my face. Had she reconsidered her actions of the previous night, and was this morning a return to the teasing sister and the randy brother? I hoped not. She read my expression, beckoned me to come nearer and threw the sheet down, revealing her still naked, heart-achingly shapely body. "How do you feel this morning, Sis. You certainly look good enough to eat." "I feel very well. Your massage last evening was most effective. I was able to hobble to the bathroom about six and I took a long hot shower. I'll recommend you to my girl friends if you wish. They often suffer with sprains and pulled muscles like myself, and they would, I am sure, be grateful for a soothing massage from a handsome young man. In the meantime, I need a little more of your healing hands. After that I should be ready for anything, and I do mean anything." She turned over without any help, opened her legs and I resumed the position I used the previous evening and started to apply the same pressure with my thumbs. It goes without saying that I was rock hard. Seeing her naked, looking at her pussy and my hands around her soft satin thighs, I could not be otherwise. "Why not take off your robe." She suggested. "I rather like that third thumb helping with the massage!" I was very happy to obey, deliberately leaning forward to dig my cock into her as I moved my hands up her thigh, continuing as far as I could so that I was pressing into her lips. Again I reached out with my fingers to seek her button and gently vibrated on it as I manipulated her with my two, no, three thumbs. It was a most delightful and erotic experience, immensely magnified when she commenced to moan and wriggle her hips. Her legs widened, she pushed herself up to provide greater access for my questing fingers and she reached behind her to squeeze my urgent rod. The Third Thumb I could not take any more! I turned her over onto her back, eased her legs open and lay fully on her, kissing and hugging her. She put her hands around my neck, and with her tongue twining with mine, widened her legs and raised her knees in an unmistakable invitation to fuck her. My wildest fantasy come true. I guided my now wildly throbbing cock to her golden gate, stroked the head up and down her lips several times and slowly inserted it into her. Her hips came up to meet me, urging me to continue. "Don't concern yourself with restraint Matt." She whispered. "I anticipated that this would happen, so I took one of my pills last night. I've been taking them for a couple of weeks now, ever since I decided that I intended to get you into bed. I've seen how you have been looking at me and I knew it was only a matter of time. So, go ahead, enjoy yourself. I certainly intend to enjoy it. Just pull a pillow under me. I assure you that it will add considerably to the action." Encouraged, I was only to eager to proceed. She didn't know I was still a virgin and I had longed for this first experience of a woman's body. I pushed slowly into her and heard a sharp intake of breath. A little more, and more, till I was fully in, hard against her mons. Then nature and instinct took over. With Jill pushing up against me, I began that age old action, that rhythm of creation that is as natural as breathing; untaught but with the immeasurable accumulated memories of evolution. . " Start with long slow strokes," she commanded. "Then change gradually to short faster ones, and then repeat the process!" I followed her instructions with increasing enthusiasm. Nothing had quite prepared me for this first experience of being in a woman's body. I had not dreamed that such pleasure was possible! I had known the feelings that come with heavy petting and foreplay with a girl in the back of the family car, but not this. How can one describe the indescribable. I had read all kinds of explicit books and magazines, but they, in no way, even began to approach this wonder. It seemed that my cock was encased in a warm satin sheath, caressing me with a million feathery fingers, holding me gently to provide the friction to gain the stimulation to achieve the orgasm I so desperately longed for. I did not even consider her needs, such was my total absorption in my own. It was only at that moment that I realized that my moans and grunts were being echoed by her whimpers and gasps at each forceful stroke, and that her whole body was shaking. Why, I didn't know! She was straining hard into my every effort, so I knew she was not objecting to my onslaught. Rather, she was evincing every indication of welcoming it. I could now recognize the sensations of my own completion, that intense longing to achieve fulfillment that only increased friction could obtain. I rammed everything I possessed deep into her with increased speed and violence and felt that exquisite, blessed release of the almost unbearable pressure as I blasted spurt after endless spurt into her shuddering body. I could feel her go almost rigid, and worrying that she had not attained her own climax, I continued for the few moments that my diminished stamina would permit. " Its OK, Matt," I heard her whisper. " I came at the same time, so you can either rest or continue as you wish." Much as I wanted to go on, ad infinitum, with this incomparable exercise, I simply had to stop, breathless and exhausted, but was determined, whatever the cost, to prolong being inside her as long as possible. She sensed this intention, wrapped her legs around me and allowed her body to relax. "I get the strongest impression that this was your first time." She smiled. "If so, I hope it was as good as you have dreamed about all these years." "Are you kidding." I replied. " It was my first time and I'm very happy it was with you. I sincerely pray that it wont be the last. I can only hope that an experience of such magnitude can be repeated. It was so marvelous that I find it difficult to believe that it can be enjoyed time and time again." "Well Matt, I think you're about to find out. I can feel you growing harder as you speak!" She was right. Merely thinking about fucking her again had produced the effect that she had noticed. My cock was now rock hard again. She tightened her legs and began to urge herself against me, slowly rotating her hips as she did so. I needed no urging. The very thought of experiencing those unbelievable sensations once again was sufficient to increase my burgeoning desire to a state of near frenzy. My rod was now harder and bigger than I could recall. I slid my hands under her shoulders and dug them firmly into her hair Beginning slowly, I commenced pumping her with full length strokes, the more to completely enjoy those glorious sensations which had flooded my whole being just a few minutes before and which I now was eager to know again. It was beyond belief. Previously, I was so overcome with pure lust and the overwhelming drive to achieve a climax that I did not pause to really relish what I was doing. But, with the all consuming need satisfied I was now better able to appreciate the incomparable wonder and delight of a willing woman's body. My cock was being squeezed and caressed by myriad minute muscles which tightened and relaxed in an ever varying sequence of patterns, always changing as I entered and re-entered that domain of exquisite joy. At that moment I prayed that it would last for ever!!! "Faster Matt," she gasped, "Faster. I'm nearly there. Whatever you do, don't stop." Such my total absorption in my own selfish pleasure that I had almost forgotten that I had a partner in my endeavors whose needs echoed my own. It was only at that point that I fully realized that she was returning thrust with thrust, moan with moan, holding me so tight that I could feel her whole body begin to vibrate, Acceding to her demand, I increased my efforts to bring her to her completion and in doing so felt that familiar pressure building in my balls, a pressure that demanded release, with the only release being the result of increasing that most pleasurable activity known to man, fffffucking a responsive woman. Placing my hands under her hips to achieve maximum insertion, I rammed myself into her with escalating speed and ferocity. Her bed shook and squeaked with each violent attack, with her body coming up to meet me in perfect unison. Her pussy was hotter and more liquid with every second, with her breathing as ragged and forced as my own as I continued to pound into her. My own orgasm exploded with a force I did not believe possible without permanent damage as I blasted my whole being into her receptive depths. I felt her go rigid and then vibrate as I realized that she too was in her own violent climax. For violent it was as she shook and bucked more forcefully into me than I had done to her!! I held her tightly as she shook and shuddered in lessening spasms and gradually loosened my grip, kissing her gently as I did so in a heartfelt expression of my gratitude for her unreserved gift of love. For that was simply what it was. No conditions, no demands, no promises. Kisses are not contracts and neither is consensual sex. We both relaxed slowly, coming down from that peak we had both ascended in delightful union until our breathing regained some degree of normality. I was still on her, still in her, but much as I tried to remain in that soft prison, nature would not permit and as I gradually softened I slipped out of her. She sighed reluctantly. I kissed her sweet lips with infinite care, moved down her now limp body, kissed each breast, carried on down, kissing and licking as I progressed until I came to heavens gate, kissed and tongued and retraced my path to her face. I ran my lips to her eyes, her cheeks, her chin, neck and shoulders and finally, once more to her breasts. " Mmmm." She murmured. " I like that touching and kissing after the loving. It gives a sense of completion. I suggest you now take a shower while I soak in a hot bath for half an hour. It will provide the finishing touch to this most original method of treating a sprained ligament. We can then have some breakfast, or, more accurately, some early brunch." She was right. Time certainly flies when one is having fun. It was already nearly twelve thirty. With a final kiss I helped out of bed and though she was obviously almost recovered from her injury, I assisted her to the bathroom. "One request Sis from your adoring brother." "Sure Matt, what is it." She smiled. "It's a warm summers morning, so please do not wear anything when you come down. I do so love to look at you and this will indulge one more of those wild fantasies that I have held for so many years." She looked at me, said nothing and stepped into the bathroom. I realized that she was nude when I spoke to her, but I considered that a natural extension of the therapeutic massage. Coming to me that way was different and would signal a completely new relationship. I took a leisurely shower for I knew she would take more time for a hot soak and, I assumed, some minor makeup and hair drying, so I busied myself by preparing brunch. Choosing something I knew we both liked. scrambled eggs and toast, adding chopped mushrooms and chives. Jill liked freshly brewed coffee, and whilst I enjoyed its roasted aroma, I preferred strong Indian tea, as it came, with out milk or sugar. Hearing her come into the kitchen, I turned to see if she had implemented my request. I was wearing just shorts since I did not wish to embarrass her should she have chosen not to humor me. She saw immediately the expression of disappointment on my face when I saw she was wearing a robe, firmly belted at the waist. I also saw that she had brushed her hair and applied some light makeup Not that she needed it. She sparkled with good health and the innate awareness of her own vivacious attraction. " You look absolutely gorgeous Jill, " I said, trying to mask my regret, "brunch is almost ready for my lovely lady." " Smells good, but first things first!" Saying which, she casually removed her robe, draping over a chair. She stood before me, head back, legs slightly apart. She was all that a man could hope for. Fresh from the bath, her skin glowed, her hair shone and her breasts jutted, firm and high, and though small by today's voluptuous standards, required no artificial aid to stand proud. With her trim athletes body, she owed nothing to artifice, all to nature. "I was about to ask if you approved, but I can see that you most obviously do." She was quite correct. The sight of her standing before me was enough to stimulate a dead man!! She walked to me, and "Your turn," she chuckled, and pushed my shorts to the floor. She had just a little difficulty in persuading them past my defiant erection and was very careful not to touch it. I made to put my arms around her, but she very firmly held me off. "If you touch me now I have the definite feeling that our brunch would become an early supper." Much as I wanted her, I had to agree with her assessment. Being as gallant as I could, I held a chair for her to sit, aaaaaaand with as much aplomb as I could muster, I served the breakfast. Rather awkward to maintain a modicum of dignity when naked and sporting a massive hard on. "I noticed that you are still limping slightly, how are you feeling now." "Almost fully recovered," she replied, and with a twinkle, " another massage this evening should see me fully recovered by tomorrow. I assume you know someone who can provide this treatment. I can assure you that he will receive appropriate reimbursement!" And that jocular comment set the tone for the rest of the day with us both being as easy and natural as was our normal relationship. The very thought of her rewarding my ministrations did little to reduce my rampant rod, but, as we ate and talked, thankfully, it began to subside. I made to rise but she waved me back. "No, you prepared a delicious meal. I will clean the table and wash up." She did so and I watched her drying the dishes. She did not realize the provocative sight that she presented. Each movement of her irresistible body resulted in a tantalizing jiggle of her beautiful breasts to the point where I could no longer keep my hands off her I walked up behind her, put my arms around her and captured each one, squeezing gently and rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. I felt her tremble and push herself back into me, capturing my hard cock between her cheeks. . "I was going to ask you were going to do for the remainder of the morning," she laughed," but I can feel that the answer to that question is somewhat self evident." She leaned her head back against my shoulder, turned and offered her lips to be kissed, and, at the same time, wriggled her hips to further inflame my already frantic rod. I turned her round, embraced her violently and tried to put my tongue down her throat. Now, beyond any thought of self control, I put my hands under her hips and lifted her till my cock was between her legs and nuzzling her pussy. "Not here, Matt, lets try your bed this time." Only too willing to accede to her delightful suggestion, I picked her up, carried her down the few steps to my bedroom and laid her reverently on my bed. "I haven't been down here since you hurt your back and I used to bring your meals to you to help Mom. I have the strange feeling that this visit will result in a different experience, and one that is likely to be the first of many." "Count on it," I assured her. I lay over her, kissing and licking her face, neck and shoulders and moved down between her open legs to her delicious breasts. I endeavored to take each one into my greedy mouth, and teased her now hard nipples with the tip of my tongue. By this time she was twisting and groaning with overwhelming pleasure, and as I moved further down I heard her sharp intake of breath as she realized where I was going. I paused briefly to tongue her navel, tracing my tongue down through her soft perfumed pubic hair to arrive at her sweet treasure. I eased her knees up over my shoulders and promised myself that I would try to return as much pleasure as she had bestowed on my grateful being the previous evening. Opening her unresisting legs as wide as possible, I ran my tongue between her lips, up and down several times, hearing her gasp with pleasure, before moving to the soft white skin between her thighs. I kissed and licked the one side and moved across to the other to repeat this treatment, pausing momentarily only to tongue her clitoris in passing. She was now groaning and bucking so violently that I was forced to firmly hold her rear whilst I continued to please and arouse her. She suddenly grabbed my hair and forced my mouth against her pussy "Please make me come this way Matt! I love it this way." Locating her now swollen clitoris, I gently began palpating her pleasure button. I now had to hold onto her hips even more firmly, since she was twisting and squirming very violently, emitting all kind of moans and cries as she did so. I wondered whether I had been so noisy the previous evening! She began to shudder in that manner that I had come to recognize as the start of her orgasm. I increased the tempo of my efforts, pistonning my tongue into her as deeply as I could, while she aided my efforts by pulling my head into her with all her strength She gave one convulsive cry, went absolutely rigid and commenced to shake and shudder in that unmistakable manner of her total orgasm. I continued my ministrations to ease her down from this high until her body ceased its quaking and moved up to hold her. Her eyes were still tightly closed so I kissed them, and then her lips. Not passionately but tenderly, and with loving understanding of this precious moment. . A few minutes passed. She was now still and quiet,easy of breath. She opened her eyes and allowed herself to smile through the few tears that she could not hold back. "That was incredible Matt. I have never experienced anything like that before. Please tell me we can do that again sometime. For now, how about you, but I warn you I am so replete and totally exhausted with that unbelievable episode that I cannot muster the energy you deserve. You can fuck me now and any time you wish. In fact I wish we had the situation where you could fuck me every night, most mornings and any afternoon when the opportunity presented itself. You will recall that I suggested that a couple of my friends might be interested in receiving similar treatment. Forget it. I am willing and able to accommodate all of your considerable surplus energy. But, if you can muster enough willpower to wait for maybe half an hour for me to recover, I will do my damnedest to try to make you feel as good." I laughed. "My dear,dear girl. You have already given me more than most men receive in a lifetime If I have managed to repay, in kind, the exquisite pleasure that you have bestowed on you grateful brother, I am well rewarded. I cannot promise to repeat this activity more than once per day, but one can try. In the meantime, I can wait as long as you wish, remembering that Mom and Dad will be back a little later. I was so excited by what I was doing to you and your evident reaction that I achieved an albeit mild climax myself, so we can postpone any further activity till tonight. You can come down tonight when they are asleep." Looking up at me, she smiled and nodded. She sat up, looked around and commented. " Its rather bare. Looks as though it was furnished from the local thrift store. And those decorations. What the heck are they? " Firstly, yes, most of this stuff came from garage sales and local adverts. As for the decorations, they are all classic cars with the relevant details and exploded views of the engines. I took me a long time to collect them. There are couple of girlie calendars somewhere, but that is what they are, calendars." I stood and held out my arms to her to help her to her feet. She came into my arms, embraced me and kissed me, gently, sweetly with closed velvet lips. She then made a serious error of judgment. She moved her hips closer to mine and rubbed her breasts across my chest. The result was immediate and predictable. "I thought you said you were OK to wait!" she crooned."Your monster says otherwise. He is obviously still hungry and is looking for somewhere to feed." "With that kind of treatment who can blame him." I gasped, holding her lovely rear and pulling her to me as tightly as possible, "But as I said before, we can't take the chance, and much as I would like to indulge the monster, we have to break it up. Please don't make it any harder." "I think its already hard enough for what I want" she grinned, " However, I understand your concern. So, just to keep him happy for the time being!" And saying that, she slipped to her knees, cradled my balls in her hands and took all she could into her luscious mouth. I literally shook with pleasure, and using more will power than I thought I possessed, I pulled her to her feet, slapped her rump and pointed firmly to the door. "Begone you devil temptress, but remember exactly where you were for later!" She laughed, put out her tongue, rolled it around suggestively and with complete control, considering her being naked, returned to her room. Mom and Dad arrived about fifteen minutes later and apologized for their tardiness That night she came to my room and returned early next morning. It proved to be a most amusingly frustrating night. I had no conception of the amount of noise generated by a healthy vigorous bout of sexual intercourse. My furniture was functional, not stylish. The bed squeaked and complained at each thrust. I groaned and grunted, Jill moaned and emitted muted mewing cries. This in a setting that needed relative quiet. The Third Thumb Our parents, though not directly above us, were only just to the one side and would inevitably hear any unusual sounds. Finally we put the mattress and on the floor. It is carpet on concrete with a thick foam underlay and actually acted as a sound absorbing medium. Our own personal vocalization was more difficult, and we were constantly collapsing into suppressed laughter to the stage where it was necessary for us to contain the others merriment. It took quite a time for both of us to gain our objective!! We made this a regular routine and always eagerly awaited each Sunday so that we were not restricted in the noise we made. Jill claimed that her climax was not totally complete unless she was unfettered in her vocal response. The Third Thursday Tiffany loved Thursday night, well the third Thursday night of the month anyway. That was the night that her mom left to have a night out with the girls. The girls consisted of her mom's sister and her dad's sister. Tiffany never went with them, preferring to spend that time with her dad. She had always been a daddy's girl, even at 18 that hadn't changed. It was a special time for father and daughter, which meant, it was also pizza night. It had almost become routine that her dad would get tired of flipping through all of the channels and never find a thing on worth watching, so after supper they would put on a movie. Dan sat across the table from his daughter as they ate their thin crust Meat Lover's pizza. "Is your homework done?" "Of course," she always made sure nothing interfered with their special night together and them just being able to enjoy each other's company. "How's the movie I picked out?" "It's fine dad." She didn't add that it was also irrelevant. He could put on almost anything and she would enjoy it as long as they were watching it together, besides their tastes ran similar. With supper over, father and daughter went to the living room. This was Tiffany's favorite part. Her dad would lie sideways on the sofa and she would snuggle up against him. He would put his arm around her as they watched the movie. After watching the movie for a few minutes, Tiffany heard her dad sniffing, "Are you all right?" "Sure. I like the way your hair smells, it reminds me of flowers." A big smile broke out on her face. Usually she took a shower right before bed. But on their night, she purposely took a shower when she got home and used a shampoo she knew her dad liked. Tiffany always slept in an oversized football jersey and would wear that and cutoff jeans on their night. Her shirt had ridden up exposing her stomach and she could feel her dad playing with her belly button, "Dad, what are you doing?" "Missing you." "What do you mean, I'm right here?" She knew what the problem was before she had even asked the question. "Yeah, but not for long." "You know, I don't have to accept that scholarship." Dan put a stop to that, "You'll do no such thing. We had always planned on you going to college here and then you got that scholarship. Tiffy I want the best for you and I couldn't be prouder, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to miss my little girl." Tiffany felt a tear flow down her face as he used his pet name for her. She was looking forward to college, but the first 'third Thursday' that she missed her special time with her dad was going to very hard for her and apparently for him too. "I love you." "I love you right back." She kept squirming as they continued to watch the movie, because her dad had kept playing with her belly button. It wasn't so much uncomfortable as just strange. "You do realize that you're tickling me?" Dan chuckled, "Yes, I do." He didn't stop and she had expected him to, "You aren't stopping are you?" "Nope," Dan chuckled as his daughter fidgeted. Tiffany had always been ticklish which only made it that much more fun for him. Even though his daughter had developed into a nice looking young woman, she would always be his Tiffy. Her dad was making her feel odd. It did tickle, but she was feeling a warmth between her legs that she shouldn't. She did the easiest thing and just grabbed his hand and held it. Unfortunately she also wrapped herself with his arm around her and wiggled back against him. Everywhere that her body was touching his was making her tingle all over. Tiffany was having trouble thinking. Her brain couldn't grasp what was occurring between her and her dad. Her butt covered with her cutoff jeans was pressed against his front and it was making the warmth between her legs grow hotter. Why was she having these feelings for her dad? It felt strange and she moved his fingers away from her stomach, but that made his arm touch the bottom of her bra. Dan was doing some fidgeting of his own. Her body heat was making him feel some very un-father like things. A wave of guilt rushed through him, this was his daughter! His first impulse was that they should stop what was happening. "Tiffy I think we should probably move." Tiffany didn't know why it was happening but was reluctant for it to stop, "No, I like laying here with you." Dan groaned. He knew that it was innocent, but her butt was creating a very inviting sensation and he felt himself getting an erection. He was ashamed of himself; his Tiffy was making him hard! Unless he wanted his daughter to see him that way he had to get her to move. He couldn't insist she move because then she would ask why and he didn't want to have to answer that question. If he didn't do something soon she would see it anyway. He went back to tickling her again in hopes that it would make her to just get up. But, even as he started to tickle her he could feel his cock starting to swell and grow. "EEE!" Tiffany squealed, reacting as soon as his fingers started tickling her for real. This caused her to jump away from him and land on the floor. Dan should have let well enough alone, his plan to get her away from him had worked. But, he and Tiffy had always had fun together and he couldn't let this tickling opportunity pass. He jumped on top of her and had his daughter down on the rug. As the tickling commenced, her screams could be heard throughout the entire house. "AGH!!!!" Tiffany tried to roll away from the torturing fingers but nothing she did was helping. Rocking everyway she could only made her shirt ride up. As a rule she didn't show a lot of skin. She did wear shorts to show off her legs and occasionally her blouse would have a few buttons open that would catch a boy's interest, but that was all, most of the time she was more modest. He intended it to only be a tickle session. As he saw more and more of her tanned skin Dan could feel his cock throbbing. He couldn't help himself and his hands not only tickled her but help push her shirt up. Tiffany felt the fingers stop torturing her and gasped out breaths as she tried to recover. Finally staring into her dad's eyes she realized he could see her bra. She was totally embarrassed and yet a strange surge ran up and down her spine. Her first instinct was to cover herself up, but that was replaced almost immediately by a feeling that she wanted him to look. She just lay there and wondered if she should do anything. Dan's gaze was drawn to her breasts even though it wasn't all that much different than seeing her in her bikini. She only wore her bikini in their back yard for tanning purposes and her tanned skin made a stark contrast to the white of her breasts that was showing. Tiffany couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking and what he would do. Was he embarrassed? Was he getting turned on like she was? It felt oddly wonderful; and the growing heat between her legs now had her wet. Still panting from the tickling, she kept her eyes on her dad's face and pushed her bra up to show him her breasts. He swallowed, hard, as his daughter uncovered herself. Dan reached out with both hands to her soft breasts. As he gently played with her nipples, he saw her close her eyes and heard her softly moan. Tiffany enjoyed his gentle touch and her nipples got hard instantly. She felt his lips on hers and opened her eyes. Her dad was kissing her. As he continued to play, she kissed him back. Feeling him move away, she watched him lower his mouth to her breast. "Mm," her dad was sucking her nipple and it felt delicious. Her hands went to each side of his head and held him to her. After a few minutes she felt him move away from her breasts. Her dad hadn't just sucked on her nipples; he had used his mouth all over her breasts. Tiffany couldn't believe they were doing this and knew he had to be feeling just like she was. With his face inches from hers, she saw the desire in his eyes. She pressed her lips to his. "I love you dad." "I love you too." His cock wanted to be free of his jeans. "Baby, I have a part of me that wants to come out and play." He took her hand and placed it over his restrained erection. "Are you sure?" His daughter's answer was to start rubbing her hand against the front of his jeans. Dan had mixed feelings. This was his daughter and he loved her. She was also a nice looking woman and he desired her. The realization that she also wanted him made him want to rip her clothes off. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Tiffany felt her dad's strong arms around her as he carried her. She had never thought of her dad sexually. No, the truth was that she had fantasized about him but had never thought to act on it. The heat between her legs had continued to grow and she was positively gushing. Dan laid her on her bed, kissed her gently and just stood there. "I want you Tiffy." "I want you too dad." Tiffany watched him start taking his clothes off. She sat up, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra, cut off jean shorts, and panties were next. In just a few minutes both she and her dad were naked. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she deciding that he was right; there was a part of him that wanted to play. Wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, she guided it toward her mouth. Dan felt his cock surrounded by her lips. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. The pleasure of watching his little Tiffy as she sucked him seemed to add to the pleasure of her actually doing it. Tiffany wasn't used to this. The only person she'd had sex with was her boyfriend and then only a few times. It had always been in his car at night. She had sucked him but it had always been dark. She kept her eyes on her dad's face as she tried different things. The more she sucked the hornier and wetter it was making her. She definitely liked him seeing her do it. No wonder people liked having mirrors near their beds. There was a feeling of power knowing she was responsible for his erection and that she was the one that had made him feel pleasure. Her pussy was sopping wet and Tiffany wondered if she could actually get off sucking him until he came. Dan was mesmerized by daughter suck him and looking into his eyes making sure he was watching her. It felt incredible as she held him deep in her throat, letting it out just enough to breathe, and then do it all again. Finally, she let her dads cock pop out of her mouth and held it in front of her. His cockhead was almost purple and shinning from being in her mouth. She licked at the hole on the end. "Dad I want you in me." She felt her dad push her onto her back and start to move over her. Tiffany wanted something more than ordinary sex. She wanted it in a way she hadn't had before. Pushing him away, she turned over and got on her hand and knees, "I want to do it this way daddy." Her dad moved her to just the right height. She felt his hands directing her butt in the air, and then he pushed her upper body down. She found herself almost spread eagled with her breasts flat against the mattress. Dan used his hand to guide himself to her pussy. He just put the head in and then put his hands on her hips. With a forward movement he slowly slid his hard cock into his daughter. "Ah--ah--ah," a long slow moan escaped her as she experienced her first Doggie style. As soon as he had himself all of the way in, she found herself on the receiving end of an extraordinary fuck. Dan pushed in and out of her slowly trying to make this something special for her. Her body seemed to be trying to suck his hard cock back in as he took it almost all of the way out at the end of each stroke. "Mm," each time he pushed into her, "Mm," a wave of intense sensation, "Mm," spread out from her pussy to her entire body. His daughter was so damn tight the pleasure she was giving him bordered on pain. Her young body was grabbing at his cock like it didn't want him to take it out. Yet he got a totally different sensation when he pushed back into her. Then her body seemed to pull him in. She felt him gradually start to move faster making his thrusts a little deeper. "Oh...yeah...ooh...yeah." Hearing his daughter moan as he fucked her only served to make him want her even more. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in her deep and hard. "AHhhh...yes daddy...YES!" Tiffany's breath came in little gasps as she felt his balls slap against her. She loved the feeling of letting someone else be in control and just let herself enjoy the moment. Discovering that if she raised herself off of the bed just a little her breasts would move back and forth. She got just the right height and her nipples began rubbing against the bed sheet. "Mm." Dan loved this. Where her mouth had been moist her pussy was wet. Where her mouth had been warm her pussy was hot. He knew that he had to slow down or he was going to cum, so he changed back to a slow and gentle rhythm. Tiffany reacted to the change and moaned softly. She was finding out that in this position his cock was hitting several of her most intimate spots. It felt way better than in her boyfriend's car. Maybe next time she and her dad could do it with her on top. Then she could discover how it felt to be the one in control. Dan was going to cum and had to stop for a few minutes. He didn't want to cum before she got off and made her change positions. It felt like a piece of her was missing when his cock was taken out. Still on her hands and knees, she saw her dad lay down behind her and then scoot on his back so that his head was between her spread legs. "Ooo – Ooo," Tiffany sucked in her breath as she felt her dad lick her pussy. She had used her mouth on her boyfriend but had never experienced having it done to her, "Um." Dan ran his tongue on her clit and heard her moan, so he started flicking his tongue back and forth across it. He had her wiggling all over the place. He stopped only for a second, "I love doing that," and then he went back to doing it. "Mm – mm –mm," a new kind of pleasure shot though her. A constant low guttural moan came from her and her hands turned into claws scraping the mattress. She had never felt anything like it. Tiffany knew they would return to fucking but if he wanted to continue what he was doing it was fine by her. As far as she was concerned, he could do that anytime he wanted. He had her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. Then she felt him moving her again. Dan slid up some more until his cock was at her pussy, "Now you do me." "Ah-h-h," his cock slid back in her and it felt so delightful. Her pussy sent a message of the pleasure to come to her entire body. But he wasn't moving just leaving it in her. It felt good but just because she wanted to do it this way didn't mean she knew what to do. Reaching up, Dan put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. She was really wet and his cock had slid in deep easily. He put his hands under her butt and pushed her back off and then pulled her back on. "Now you do me." She still hesitated because she had never done it this way until now and was unsure of herself. SMACK, "Ow!" Tiffany was shocked; her dad had slapped her butt. She was so stunned she froze. SMACK, "Ow!" She didn't hesitate any longer and started trying to move so her dads cock would slide in and out. She was a little erratic at first but she soon developed a rhythm and took control over what they were doing. "Um," this was different and she liked it. With his daughter moving back and forth so that his cock was sliding in and out of her, he reached up and started playing with her breasts. Making her lean forward some he puffed up the pillow so he could lick and kiss her breasts and nipples. Tiffany was positively giddy as she tried different angles and speeds making his hard cock go in at different depths. Increasing pleasure made her realized that she was moving her hips in ways she hadn't before. On top of it all, her dad had her nipples so hard and sensitive that everything that he did intensified the sensation coming from her pussy. Her poor body had pleasure coursing through it from all different directions. Dan felt his balls needing a release. His daughter's hot pussy was gripping his cock. Her obvious lack of experience only made it feel even better. He stopped her movements by rising up and kissing her. Tiffany responded to him and parting her lips to accept his tongue in her mouth. Kissing while you were filled up with a hard cock was fun. Then he moved her off of him and flipped her over on all fours and again got behind her. "A-H-H-H-H!!!" Without warning her dad grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him even as he slammed his hard cock deep inside. "OOH," gentle was through. "UM," slow was done. Dan rammed his cock into her as hard as he could. It felt like her pussy was on fire and she was trying to scald him. "It feels so good Tiffy." The room was filled with the sounds of their sex. Her chest was heaving and her breathing was erratic. Her body instinctively tried to match her dad stroke for stroke, "Cum for me daddy!" Dan watched her head sway to the rhythm of their love making. He liked the way her hair flipped around. He kept pulling her back even as he rammed into her, harder and faster and deeper! Her brain shut down, only the pleasure coursing through her mattered. Hotter and wetter her body took over. She wiggled her hips back against him trying to get his hard cock deeper inside. His daughter was moving everywhere. He was fucking something wild and untamed. Her actions were jerking her in every direction making him hit many different places in her body. Being in her young pussy was so intense and Dan continued fucking even faster and harder. Her dad was slamming inside of her; his thrusts were actually lifting her off of the bed. "YES – YES – YES!" His balls bumping against her clit with each thrust was sending an intense sensation through her. Dan knew that she was close to orgasm, and he definitely was close to cumming, so he gave it all he had. Her pussy started to contract even tighter around his cock. He could feel her insides tightening, her body was so damn hot, and it was a burning sensation that felt awesome. "OH CRAP!" Tiffany's body exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her. Each additional slam from her dad's hard cock brought thunderous sensations. Each additional ramming of his cock was making yet another pulse of concentrated electric energy crash into what she was already feeling. Her climax was too much and he shot his load inside of her. "I'm cumming!" Ramming hard and deep, he released a shot of scalding hot cum. He rammed and pumped, again and again, emptying his balls into his daughter. Finally, holding himself in her, Dan just tried to breathe. He didn't pull out and could feel himself continue to empty. Tiffany could feel his cock getting soft. When he finally let go of her, she simply collapsed on the bed. She felt him move around until he was sitting on the bed next to her. Totally spent, she moved to kiss him. "I love you dad." "I love you right back." She grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Tiffany couldn't wait until it was the next third Thursday and for her mom to be out. Her brain was already working on the different things she and her dad could do.