11 comments/ 45683 views/ 11 favorites Maura and Me Ch. 01 By: eisbehr Author's Note: A lot has happened since my last post. And I'm not sure it's either good or bad. It is very exciting, though. And scary. Over the past few weeks, I've had a series of FaceTime conversations with my sister Maura. We usually have a few drinks and chat over the air. Anyway, in an unguarded drunken moment, I let her know about my writing on Literotica. And she read it. She called me to question me about some of it - especially some of the similarities between her and "Ruth," one of the characters in "Hanging Out With the Girls." * I spent the week of my birthday out in Arizona and I guess the best way to explain how the truth is stranger than fiction is to write about it. Without giving away the whole plot, I'll say that during my visit more than a few lines were crossed. We've got a lot to talk about before my next visit. She's given her consent for me to write the story. In fact, she said she was really turned on by the "Hanging Out With the Girls" stories. I was going to complete that series but I guess, I've got a whole new story to write. I don't quite have all the dialog the way everything was said exactly, and who knows - she may offer her own version to amend this one. One thing I did learn is that during real moments of intimacy, brothers and sisters don't always refer to each other as 'brother' and 'sis.' Suffice it to say, I've written a few non-fiction entries - I didn't think I'd be doing it in this particular category. Day One: I was waiting at the terminal of Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix. It was October, though it wouldn't feel like it to a New Englander because the air was dry and hot. Scorching, in fact. Just walking through the jetway to the gate let me know that I was would be walking into the seventh circle of hell when I hit the outside. Maura's face shone on my iPhone indicating that she was calling. She'd recently lost her job due to a layoff at her company and she had time to come down from Flagstaff to pick me up. She lived with our mom in a nice single family home in University Heights and my vacations consisted of taking either one of my kids to visit with them for a week. Usually we'd just do a few hikes, play board games, cook and drink wine in the hot tub. This time I would have no kids as school was in session. I am divorced and have been for about four years. During a FaceTime chat, Maura told me that she and Alex, her boyfriend (who was also her boss) had broken up. I had just ended things with Iris, my girlfriend for about the past three years. We were both looking forward to a week off to just hang out. "Happy Birthday! Brother "N!" she called into the phone. I could see her waving at me on the other side of the baggage claim. I walked quickly over to see her and we hugged. "It's not my birthday till Sunday. You've still got a week! Don't make me older than I am!" "Ah!" she said, "Once you hit forty, who's counting?" I would be forty-three this Sunday and counted myself among those people who could always say they were in the best shape of their life. I hike, swim, run and lift weights. I tend to eat lean meats, whole grains and salads. Maura is forty-one and a hiker too but has a coat of "fluffiness" from simultaneously indulging in rich foods and cheap wine. We collected my bag and hit the sweltering miasma of heat outside. We got into Maura's car and headed north towards Flagstaff, stopping at Trader Joe's to pick up snacks and wine. Wine was important and usually fueled the most vigorous discussions we had as a family. The drive up was humor and small talk. Gossip about my Aunt Petra and our cousin Micah filled the two hour drive north. At about six, we got off on our exit and drove up the hill to what I fondly think of as my home away from home. We pulled into the garage and the house echoed with the woofing of their two large dogs, Rufus and Louie. We dragged our travel-weary bodies into the house amid the clatter and into the kitchen where my mother was preparing some snacks. We hugged and sat down in the spacious Southwestern-themed living room. I lit a fire in the fireplace, Maura lit some candles, and my mother put some New Age music on the the stereo. We talked and caught up for hours. Mum is a doctor though and goes to bed early. She usually falls asleep before the beginning credits of a movie have rolled and we often tease her about her inability to stay up for prime-time. That being said, she's also quite a light sleeper and is up sometimes as early as four. Mom hugged me goodnight and asked us to make sure the fire was out before we went to bed - and told us not to drink too much. I was getting a bit tired myself as the time-zone is two hours different and it was nearly ten. Also, the three glasses of "two-buck Chuck" didn't help. Maura, being unemployed for the moment, had adjusted to a later schedule and was eager to hang out. I agreed to get in my jammas and come back out. She did the same. We reconvened back in the living room with a new bottle of wine and both of us dressed in flannel bottoms and a t-shirt. Maura poured and I asked her about her and Alex. I hadn't had time earlier to talk about the details of her break-up and I wanted to get the full story. "Well, he wasn't the person I thought he was. I guess it was one of those things that only worked when we had to keep it a secret at work. Once I got laid off, I guess the sense of purpose diminished." "I'm so sorry to hear that," I said. "It's alright. I guess if you have to live as someone's secret, it probably not worth clinging to anyway." "Any guy should be proud to have you at his side," I said. That was true. Maura is smart and beautiful. Her face is warm-and-friendly-girl-next-door-type and her figure, though a bit husky by some standards is an abundance of curves. I wouldn't have written fake stories about my fake sister if I didn't carry real feelings about my real sister. "You're sweet, but biased," she said. "So speaking of sweet, did you read all the stories on Literotica?" I asked. "All the stories, or just the ones by you?" "By me." "All the stories by you or all the stories by you about me?" she said. "Either way," I sighed. "I read the Jenn stories. I read the comments too. I think that was more interesting in some ways. Seeing what people felt as they read them." "It's kind of a thrill, actually. A lot of people didn't like the ending." "Yeah, well. How do you end something like that? Who wants to read about you raising babies?" she said - and quite rightly. "Did you read the "Hanging Out With the Girls" stories?" I asked. "There were only two," she said. "You're evading the question, and there were three," I said. "The one about Micah?" she asked. "Sure. That one." "I thought you portrayed yourself as a cad. I could see it happening. I remember that apartment too. And I can totally see Mary walking in on you. The buildup was pretty hot too. I liked how she put the fake cock right on his crotch and started sucking it. I have to admit I was a bit aroused." "Did you read the others?" "Yeah, yeah!" she sighed, "What do you want me to say? I've secretly been lusting after you and it was like seeing my own fantasy in writing?" "Well what is your fantasy? Or you can at least comment on how flatteringly I portrayed you." "My fantasy? My fantasy is to have a normal relationship where I'm not hidden away like a disease!" She was tearing up a little at this sentiment, and I did my best to console her. I pulled her up and hugged her as her hot tears soaked the shoulder of my "Life Is Good" tee-shirt. The clock read eleven, and I was surprised to see snow falling outside in the pale porch light. Maura looked up and wiped her face with the loose sleeve of my shirt. The snow seemed to distract Maura from her sadness for a brief moment "It's snowing. Let's get a quick hot-tub soak before bed. It's been a long night." I'm not one for being half-naked in the snow, but trudged toward the guest room and put on my swim trunks. Being a guy, I was ready first and slipped out onto the brick patio to flip off the cover. I immersed myself slowly and let the warm wet heat envelop me. I realized I had forgot my wine and was about to get out when Maura came out in a white terry-cloth robe with two refreshed glasses of wine. "Last glass of the night. Make it count!" she said and handed me my glass. I drank a sip of the ruby liquid as she let the robe fall to the bricks revealing her full figure in a black two-piece swimsuit. Maura has a nearly flat stomach although her hips, rear and breasts are especially curvy. The moon was full and the bright light let the shadows play across the contours of Maura's body. "And no, you don't get to rub oil all over me like you do in your story. I'll suffer through the 'moonburn' all by myself," she said, chuckling. The hot tub itself is small. Rather more of a two person fixture than one meant for four or five. There's a bench seat on one side that also doubles as a recliner if a single person should want to lay down for a luxurious soak. This being the case, it's hard to sit inside without your arm being around the other person. But, Maura and I tend to be pretty close so perfect boundaries are never an issue. Neither one of us has much of a bubble of personal space. "For the record, you portrayed me in a very good light, but let's get down to brass tacks," she said. "Kay, lay it on me," the literature lesson was starting. "Well for starters, you've got me doing a very similar job, but I know next to nothing about solar power. I'm open-minded sexually, but I don't think I could ever get something going with Micah. In fact the writing staggered a little with the first story. It got better with the second, but the third is where it really took off. Maybe because you brought real conflict into the story. That being said, what's going on with the panty collection? And did you ever creep up behind me in my sleep?" "I don't know. Well, I never did anything to you in your sleep. Can't explain the panties. The first story came off because I thought it was something that could've happened. I've helped Micah move a few times and she's always a big flirt." "True that. Her boobs aren't nearly as big as you make out in the story though." "My fantasy, my boobs," I said. "You got mine right though. Is that your fantasy too?" "Just a natural fact," I said and took another sip of wine, "And no I never crept up behind you in your sleep." "Mm-hmm" Maura was fading fast from the lateness of the hour and the strength of the wine. Her eyes were at half-mast and the water was getting tepid. I tapped her shoulder and suggested we go to bed. "Damn," she said, "Now I'm gonna go to bed thinking about you. Bastard!" "I'll be thinking of you too. Fair's fair." "Y'know what I liked best about the story?" she said as I helped her out of the tub. "What?" I asked, attempting to put the robe around her. "You made me feel beautiful," she slipped into my arms and we kissed. Not just a quick brush of the lips - our tongues entwined - my sister and me kissed for a full ten minutes. I realized that my hands were pawing at her like an untamed werewolf and how hard my own cock had become. I'm aroused even as a remember it now, but feeling her wet, half-naked, helpless body in my arms electrified me. Our arms caressed each other, clinging to a little bit of something we both wanted but knew we couldn't have. We kissed like teenagers, letting our hands explore each other - inviting, yet tentative - and I felt myself get hard as my hands pressed into the small of her back to bring her closer to me. "We should go to bed," she said abruptly. I barely slept at all that night. Day Two: I woke up at five-thirty and Mum was in the shower. The coffee maker was brewing and the aroma alone was enough to extinguish my slumber. Mum went of to work and I grabbed a cup of coffee. I tried to piece together the events of last night. Maura and I had kissed. That much I knew was true - kissed like horny teenagers. We were two years apart in school and nothing like this had ever come up. We're both over forty now and what-the-fuck? I sat at the breakfast nook and tried to piece together last night's events. Maura had read my stories about her and Micah and felt in some ways both violated and exulted. I lay on the couch drinking coffee until ten when she emerged from her room. The dogs scuttled out like escaped crabs to the yard. Maura turned on the kettle. She preferred tea to coffee. The kettle whistled shortly after and she grabbed it off the stove and poured the water into her mug. She sat down across from me. "We kissed last night, didn't we?" she asked timidly. "Yeah," I said. I let the the answer hang as if it were its own question. "Wanna do Red Mountain today?" she asked, totally changing the subject. She sounded excited like a kid. She really loved nature and she always displayed a palpable energy when the possibility of the outdoors presented itself. "Yeah," I replied. Red Mountain isn't a mountain as much as a orange striated lava formation. We'd been there before together so it wouldn't be virgin territory, but it's so stunning and unearthly that it's hard to pass up an opportunity to go and scamper on the rocks. We packed up some snacks and a few beers and headed out by noon-thirty. We drove up with the dogs, making small talk and listening to XM Radio. During the hour-long drive we talked a bit about family stuff and friends from school. We didn't talk about our kiss. The hike was tiring, especially for me as I wasn't quite used to the altitude. As we clambered over the rock formations, I noted to myself that my sister has a particularly stunning rear. She's very curvy, like a slightly shorter Christina Hendricks with larger breasts and wider hips. We let the dogs scamper about a bit more and get tired while we each had a half sandwich and a beer. The sun was descending and it felt like the end of the day was upon us. "Do you want to talk about last night?" I asked. "Not really," she said, "You?" "Not unless you do." "I just want to enjoy the sunset. Let's not ruin it by talking." With that, she scootched down the small knoll we were seated on and leaned back into me. Instinctively, I put my half-empty beer down and rubbed her shoulders. As I did this, I could see straight down her v-neck shirt. Ordinarily, I wouldn't stare at my own sister's cleavage, but her unwillingness to discuss last night gave me a bold feeling of entitlement as far as ogling her ample rack was concerned. We sat in silence some more and as the quiet intensity between us built up, Louis sauntered up and dropped an abandoned sneaker right in Maura's lap, bursting the bubble that otherwise probably would have been our second kiss. "Dogs are dog-tired," she said, "We should move along." I attempted to kiss her on the cheek but she either ignored me or missed the cue. At any rate, I used the ride back home to think about things other than my sister's physical charms. As stirring as the situation was to my loins, in real life it wasn't going to bear out anything but heartache. We pulled back into the driveway and Mum was just pulling out. She rolled down her window. "I'm going to Shelley's to play trivia. Do you guys want to come?" she asked. Maura looked at me, then answered that we were too tired after the hike. We let the dogs out and each of us headed to our rooms with one thought - hot-tub. I had on my second pair of trunks that I keep there. Maura emerged wearing a red one-piece with some kind of crimping on the sides. She looked as if she had positively poured herself into it and it really showed off her curves. She went to the cupboard and brought out a bottle of zinfandel and two glasses. "Coming? Or are you too scared?" she asked. "With you in that suit, I might be," I half muttered. "Maybe I was saving it," she said with a snicker, "Bring the towels." I watched her walk out the door across the patio in admiration of how well-sculpted she was. She lifted up the cover, poured two glasses of wine and let her shapely body descend into the steaming water. I was quick to follow. The water was not quite scalding hot and the evening air was crisp. The water didn't quite cover Maura's breasts, so not only did I have a great view of some triple-D cleavage, her nipples were straining against the fabric of her suit. If she noticed my staring, she didn't say anything. We sat next to each other in silence, staring at the stars in the clear sky as we drained the wine. "So did you want to talk about that kiss?" she asked suddenly. "What kiss?' I said. "This one," and she planted her lips on mine. I was surprised totally by this and could do nothing but obey. I took her wet body in my arms as our tongues danced and twirled in harmony. Her eyes remained closed. At the same time I was enjoying the full kisses of her plump lips, I was very conscious of my hands. I didn't know how far she wanted to go with this. Or even, for that matter, how far I wanted to go. The question was answered for me when I felt her hand on my rear, pulling me into her. She was leaning back against the inclined seat of the hot tub and her legs were parted enough for my thigh to be pressed against her crotch. "Are we crossing a line here?" I asked. She looked up at me, still urging me towards her, "It's probably no worse than playing doctor when you're a kid." "We're not kids - sorry honey - and we never played doctor," I said. "Shhh," she said, shutting my weak protest down with another tongue-heavy kiss. My hands reached up to her breast. At first I was caressing and kneading gently. But as I heard her sighs of contentment, I pulled down the cup of her suit freeing her wet bosom and exposing her hard nipple. I quickly cupped her breast and brought my mouth down upon the swollen tip, letting my tongue lap at her enormous tit-meat. Her hand went to my hardened cock and stroked it with loving curiosity. I was about to pull down the other cup of her suit when suddenly the dogs barked. I heard the door open and my mother call out for us. Maura hollered back as she simultaneously pulled the top of her suit back on. My mother peeked out through the screen door. "You guys in for a little while longer or should I plan on going to bed?" she asked. "Actually, we're pretty beat - but tomorrow definitely," Maura answered for both of us. She got out first and wrapped herself up in a towel and handed me one thoughtfully. I didn't want to have my mother see me emerge from the tub with a raging hard-on, especially after just being in it with my sister. "Tomorrow then, for sure. I feel like I haven't got to visit with you at all," she said. I though to myself that Maura was doing enough visiting for the both of them. My sister had already commandeered the shower. The sounds of Leno escaped my mother's room. I decided just to head to bed. I got into my flannel pants and got under the covers. My cock was still half-hard thinking about Maura. I couldn't decide weather to try and put what happened out of my mind, or play the scene out completely in my head and jerk-off. I heard the shower stop and thinking about her drying her naked body off clinched the decision. I lay back and started stroking myself. I heard her open her bedroom door and the springs squeak as she planted her exquisite rear on the bed. I wondered if she was thinking about me the same way. My shaft was throbbing and the tip was shining and purple as I stroked myself. Then my phone vibrated. It was Maura. "Probably just as well she came home when she did," she said, "Any later and she would have got the shock of her life." Maura and Me Ch. 01 "Probably for the best," I reluctantly agreed. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. "What do you think I'm thinking about?" "Wait a second, you said 'any later and she would have got the shock of her life.' Were we going to go all the way?" I asked. "We're both over forty. You've got two nearly grown kids and we're brother and sister. I'm not sure 'all the way' is even an expression I want to insert into this conversation. But yeah. No. I don't know. I'm kind of glad we didn't," she replied. "Really? Then what are you thinking about now?" "Going all the way," she laughed. "Me too." "Thinking about it is different that doing it," she said coyly. "Yeah but we're both thinking about it - at the same time. And we're both doing something about it - at the same time." "What makes you so sure I'm doing anything about it?" she answered smugly. I couldn't contain myself. I leapt out of bed and rushed cross the hall to her room. She was hanging up the phone as I barged in. I locked the door behind us and went over to her side of the bed. She was wearing a white satin camisole and beige lace panties. I remember them as clear as day. Even typing this now, I still get a shiver at how she looked - so vulnerable - and so kissable. We kissed with a passion that had built up interest from even the short time apart. I groped at her huge tits, practically uncontainable by the sheer fabric that passed as bedwear. Her hands returned to my engorged meat which she caressed over the flannel. The sensation was nearly enough to make me come in my pants. I nibbled at her ear as we explored each other over the boundaries of our sleepwear. Her hand was buried deep in her panties between her legs. Her breathing was getting faster. I lowered the spaghetti straps of the camisole exposing the creamy globes I been craving since getting a glimpse of in the hot-tub. She guided my head down and I suckled at her perfect tits as I drew her closer to me. The shining white satin was bunched around her waist. She continued rubbing my hardness through the flannel. I am equipped with seven and one-quarter inches of meat between my legs. I have made it seem like more than that in some stories. At this particular time it felt like it was at least ten. Nearly ready to burst from its skin at the sensation of her touch. She lowered my waistband exposing my rock-hard pole. She kept a loose grip around my dick and gently jerked me as we continued kissing and ravaging each others' bodies. My thigh was between her legs and she was dry-humping my leg, grinding herself rhythmically letting the intensity build up. "I want to be inside you," I said unable to contain my carnal desire. "Mm-mm," she replied, "Wouldn't want to cross that line from playing doctor to incest." "We're grown-ups. We can do what we want," I said. "What if this grown-up isn't sure what she wants?" "Then we can stop," I offered. "No. I'm sure I don't want that," she smiled. I positioned myself so she could feel my hardness grinding right into her crotch, letting her feel my need. We rocked against each other, letting the ache build slowly to agony, when she suddenly stopped still. "Here," she said, "put yourself between my breasts," handing me a bottle of oil from her nightstand. She drizzled the liquid over her tits as I watched it trickle seductively down the sideswell of each bosom. She rubbed the oil over her chest until each heaving mound glistened in the dim light. I ripped off my flannels and threw them to the side, eagerly straddling Maura's small yet sturdy frame. She took her hands and pressed her generous boobs around my cock like a velvet vice. The slickness made it hard to stay between them and my cock kept popping out. She only pushed her chest together tighter as her moans beckoned me to thrust harder between her slippery chest. "I know you love tit-fucking. I hope it's as good as you thought it would be," she said pumping her titanic knockers around my glistening shaft. "Better. You're so beautiful," I said, "Can I touch you?" "Mmmm, please. Get me off," she coaxed. My hand reached back to pleasure her as she moved her tits over my cock. The fabric of her panties was sopping wet. She took a hand off one breast and I thought she was going to swat my hand away. Instead she moved the crotch of her soaked lace to one side and guided my fingers into the folds of her slick shaved pussy. "That's it," she said as she resumed jerking me off with her tits. She lay back with her eyes closed. "Stick your fingers inside me! I'm close!" she urged. It didn't take long before I felt her tighten around me - her pussy around my fingers and her tits around my cock. Her climax was long as she seized beneath me in ecstasy. As she finished her own cumming, she pumped her tits more vigorously around me until blast after blast of pearly white jizz sprayed over the pillowcase, her hair, cheek, neck and breasts. I kissed her again as I lay beside her. I pulled her next to me and she pulled away to draw her camisole back up. She handed me my flannels and rolled over. I leaned to kiss her again. "We should go to bed," she said. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "I don't want to talk about it. We can talk tomorrow if you really want to." Feeling more than a bit unwanted, I got up to go to my own room. I didn't sleep well at all that night and when I woke up, Maura and my mother were both gone and I was alone with the dogs. DAY THREE There's not much to say about the day. I had no car and was limited to a walk around the neighborhood. My two calls to Maura went unanswered and I didn't have the nerve to leave a message. Mum called at around one to say she'd have to do consulting until six so she wouldn't be home for dinner. She didn't know where Maura was but speculated she might have gone to see Alex which did nothing to improve my mood. I consoled myself with the odd thought that my sister couldn't break up with me. She'd still be my sister. I laughed to myself thinking about that old joke from the south. When the sun fell further, I cracked open a bottle of malbec and turned on the television. "Bonanza" was on. I love "Bonanza." No matter how hokey it is, it just brings me back to a different time. In this episode, the ranch had hired a misfit hand who kept singing this song - "Rim, rim, under the rim. Under the red-rock rim." The Cartwright boys were very annoyed with this behavior, but I was mesmerized by the song. It reminded me of the Red Mountain hike. Inside, I felt myself grow weak and empty. Dammit. I was pining for my sister. I knew it would only lead to heartache - and I was right. Heartache is what I was experiencing. At seven, the door opened and my heart leapt with anticipation hoping it was Maura. It was my mother. We chatted for a bit and prepared a cheese plate. Mum broke out a different bottle of wine - reisling - while I took out the Scrabble game. After three games and nearly two bottles of wine - and still no sign of my sister - we yawned and said goodnight. It was nearly midnight. I poured the last of the reisling into my glass and decided to read a bit. Currently I've got "Tokyo Vice" by Jake Adelstein on my Nook. Maura has a Kindle, I thought. Just one more reminder of how this was not going to work out. At around 2am, I heard the dogs' nail click on the tiles as a the front door quietly opened. I heard Maura's bedroom door open and shut. I thought about how long the rest of the week was going to be if this was how she was going to be around me and I thought about getting an earlier flight back. My iPhone vibrated. It said "1 Text - Maura." I pressed the alert nervously. I expected a longish text telling me to go back home. Instead, it read: "I want you - now:)" I raced to her room. She was laying on the bed invitingly. She was wearing a black satin teddy with matching bottoms. My heart was simultaneously jumping out of my chest in joy and relief while at the same time I fuming mad that she didn't speak to me all day "Where were you all day?!" I asked. "Job interview in New Mexico. Talk to me later - kiss me now," she commanded. I guess it was all I needed to hear. Maybe the trip gave her time to think. Maybe we felt the same. Her kisses were inviting and warm and full of tongue. She devoured me with her mouth as her arms and legs wrapped around me in eager possession. I was shirtless and the feeling of the satin against my chest as my hard cock ground into her sent my heart rate higher. Her fingers ran up and down my sides sending shiver through my core. She playfully let her fingertips duck beneath the waistband of my flannel bottoms. She was in charge here and I think she knew it. She coaxed me onto my back and straddled me. Grinding herself into me, I could feel the fabric between us growing more damp with the fluids of her desire. My hands caressed her thighs, occasionally seeking refuge underneath the light gossamer of her lingerie bottoms. The moonlight shone through the blinds and I could see the shadow of her hard nipples beneath the shimmering fabric. She caressed her heaving bosom over the fabric of the teddy, moaning in pleasure as I pushed my iron-hard shaft against her sopping pussy. She pulled off the teddy and took a nipple into her mouth. I was in awe at both the size of Maura's breasts and her sheer beauty. Her curves are stunning from any angle, but writhing against my body is where they look the best. She leaned down to kiss me again and dismounted off to my side. She lowered her face onto my cock and pumped my engorged meat into her pouting lips, looking me in the eye the whole time. What a fucking turn-on! As she continued fucking me with her face, taking in the entire length of my meat, I felt the weight of her naked breasts on my thigh. I could smell the muskiness of her own want and I tore off the black satin bottoms and moved her over my face. I slipped my tongue into her pussy and toyed with her swollen clit. I heard her moan with approval as she doubled down on my turgid meat, slurping and gagging with the rise and fall of her mouth. She tasted divine. I drank every drop from the folds of her pussy. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back trapping her while my tongue probed and lapped at her pussy and clit. Her thighs tightened around my head as I tongue-fucked her into oblivion. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" she whispered as I continued to greedily devour her until her orgasm slowly subsided and she dismounted. She lay back on the mattress, spent. I positioned myself over her. My shining turgid pole poised at the entrance of her sweet slick slit. I used the shining engorged head of my dick to massage her clit. Her juices coated the tip of my cock and I resisted the urge to impale her with the full length of my rod. "Are we really gonna do this?" she asked. I let the head of my raging pole tease her a bit. "Not if you don't want to," I said. "I want to. I want to feel you inside me," she said softly. I gently guided the head of my thick meat between the slick folds of her hot box. It was tantalizing for both of us. She guided me into her slowly saying the only thing she could say. "I love you." "I love you too," I said. I filled her up with my length as we rocked slowly and gently into our lovemaking. "Mmmm, you feel so good inside me. You fill me up completely." I grabbed her generous rump and pushed myself into her to the hilt. "I like that," she said. Her hands grazed the broad muscles of my back and I increased the frequency of my thrusts and the depth of my penetration. We were making love with our eyes open, exploring our bodies inside and out for the first time. The bed creaked beneath us with every thrust so we had to be quiet. And for the most part we were. I spread her legs wider and in a bold move pinned them back near her shoulders to achieve deeper penetration "I'm almost there. Harder - fuck me harder! Make me cum!" she whispered into my ear, biting at the lobe. "I can't without making too much noise." I whispered back. "Bend me over the bed!" she ordered. I pulled out of her and she frantically positioned herself over the bed. I guided myself back in and she continued her pleading. "Slam it into me! Fuck me! Oh God I can feel your balls slapping against my clit! Fuck me!" My nails were digging into her meaty hips as I pounded into her. Our bodies were both dripping with sweat and our passions brought to a full head when she claimed her climax. "I'm cumming," she cried as her pussy clamped around me. The walls of her womanhood quivered and spasmed around my cock and I felt myself twitch and unload inside her. I let every pulse of my seed shoot inside her. We made love twice more that night and many more times the remainder of the week.