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I was a very late starer when it came to the joys of sex, not counting the unaccompanied kind of course. My breakthrough moment arrived most unexpectedly, one Saturday morning back in the mid 1980's. I was desperate, 22 years old and I'd never even felt a girl's tits. I was always a bit awkward in the presence of females and having been to an all-boys school had very little contact with members of the opposite sex. Consequently, I spent a lot of time masturbating. First thing in the morning when I woke up with the inevitable tent pole, or before I went to sleep. Taking a shower or a bath, the simple act of washing my cock and balls would invariably trigger an erection.
Usually I'd fantasise about Emma, the girl (well 30-year-old woman) next door. She was gorgeous. She often popped in for a coffee and a chat with my mum and sisters. I could tell my stepfather, Geoff fancied her too, the dirty old sod! She knew it too and seemed to enjoy the attention, I couldn't tell if she was genuinely flirting with him or just a prick tease. Either way it annoyed me! I found myself staring at her longingly but when she looked in my direction, I'd avert my eyes and invariable blush. Occasionally, when our eyes did meet, I thought perhaps I sensed a spark, a glimmer of mutual attraction. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but then again maybe she fancied me back. If only I had a bit more confidence...If only...
I used to fantasise that she'd pop round when I was alone. "They'll be back soon." I'd lie, knowing they'd be out for a couple of hours. I'd put the kettle on and make Emma a coffee and we'd get talking. In this alternative reality I wasn't a shy, awkward loser, but self-assured and confident. Sometimes we'd have wild, frantic sex on the kitchen table, before we'd even finished our coffee. Sometimes we'd talk for a while, before going into the lounge, or up to my bedroom to make slow, passionate love. The variations were as limitless as my imagination.
I longed for just one of these dreams to come true. In the meantime, all I had for company were the thoughts in my head and an old, dog-eared edition of Men Only magazine, featuring women with hair between their legs and natural breasts (This was long before the days of internet porn and shaved pussies).
Sometimes I'd lie naked on my bed, staring at mthe well-thumbed pages. I knew every photo of every naked body intimately. One particular model, Crystal, was more pawed over than the others, the pages she adorned showing the inevitable signs of wear and tear. This applied to the centre-page spread in particular. Crystal sat reclining on a kitchen chair, with her blouse open, revealing her firm perfectly formed breasts, her skirt yanked up around her waist, knickers around her ankles and legs wide apart. She stared out of the pages provocatively, one hand spreading her dark hairy bush, with the fingers of her other hand either side of her erect, bulbous clit. She described in the accompanying text, which was now illegible, due to the pages having stuck together (following one particularly copious and forceful ejaculation), how she would happily play with herself for hours, insisting she didn't need a man to fulfil her desires. The thought of watching a woman masturbate, became one of my earliest and most deep-seated fantasies. The notion of going next door to ask Emma if we could borrow some milk or sugar, or whatever, and catching her at the kitchen table, fingering herself just like Crystal, was one I'd entertained more than once. Emma was, I realised, quite a similar physical type to Crystal, maybe that's why I found her so hot. Both had smallish, but perfectly formed breasts, with large prominent nipples. Emma often didn't wear a bra and her on these happy occasions her nipples were impossible to miss. Both had longish dark hair and ultrabet yeni giriş their bodies were slender, but curvy. Whether or not Emma's bush was as dark and dense as Krystal's, I had no idea, but that was how I imagined it...Oh how I wanted to find out! Sadly, I knew that was never likely to happen.
Practically speaking, having three siblings (an older brother and two sisters) a mother and a stepfather, lurking around the house, masturbation was mostly a functional affair, so generally I had to satisfy myself with a quick one off the wrist. However, on the rare occasions the house was empty, I'd take the opportunity to indulge in that most enjoyable of pastimes, a long, slow wank.
My favourite way to masturbate was in a hot bath. Unfortunately this depended on there being enough hot water in the tank, which wasn't that often, so a leisurely soak while I stroked my cock was something of a treat. I didn't want to risk getting my precious 'wank mag' wet, so without Krystal for company my bath time thoughts invariably turned to Emma.
This particular day I was in luck. Everyone had gone out after a quick shower, or in my scumbag of a brother's case, not bothering to wash at all.
I turned on the taps. My cock already stiff in anticipation, tragically this was as exciting as it got. I lowered myself into the steaming, hot bath. I'd learnt to make it as hot as I could bear, otherwise I'd end up in lukewarm water, which wasn't the best environment for an orgasm. The hot water also helped my cock and balls swell to their maximum size and naturally the more engorged I was, the better it felt.
I slid my soapy hands slowly up and down the shaft of my erect penis, creating a lather, peeling back my foreskin and caressing the rim of my helmet. Expertly, and I had certainly achieved expert status, I varied the speed and pressure, squeezing my shaft and gently caressing my shiny tip. I could have cum in a matter of seconds had I wanted, but I'd learnt the art of stopping myself just before ejaculating. I reckon on a good day I could edge for about half an hour.
I'd probably been edging for about 10 minutes, when I heard the back door being opened.
Emma?
"Anyone home?" A voice called out. It was my sister.
Alice was just over a year older than me, and dare I say it, she was hot.
My friends all wanted to get inside her knickers.
I confess, I'd had more than the occasional inappropriate thought myself, especially when she was wearing her tight pyjamas or skimpy nighty. It was impossible not to stare at her firm round buttocks and curvy young breasts, which were, as my friends often remarked, "Fucking great tits!"
I'm sure she'd caught me stealing a look on numerous occasions, but to be fair she'd never objected. In fact, sometimes I was sure she was deliberately leaning across me, or bending down, so it was difficult not to take in the view. But having sexual thoughts about your sister wasn't healthy, so I did my best to repress them.
"Hello! Anybody there?" She called out, as she started up the stairs.
I didn't answer. Should I say anything?
The bathroom door was unlocked.
What if she came in and caught me? The idea made my head swim.
Would she be shocked, disgusted, amused...aroused?
I decided to keep quiet. My heart pounded with excitement as my hand slid up and down the shaft of my cock. The possibility of my sister catching me masturbating in the bath was exhilarating. The floorboards creaked as she approached the door. I held my breath.
I stopped stroking in case she heard the water splashing. I lay there, the palm of my hand wrapped around my pulsating pole, still allowing my thumb to slide gently over my swollen tip. I was desperate for her to come in and catch me.
My pulse ultrabet giriş raced as the sound of her footsteps grew louder, then stopped. I held my breath, there was a click and the door handle turned. My heart skipped a beat.
Alice appeared in the doorway. Initially she didn't notice me, waving her hand in front of face, no doubt surprised by the steamy atmosphere. I just lay there, motionless, hand on cock, waiting for her to see me.
She turned her head and shrieked, taking a step backwards.
"Jesus, Adam, you scared the shit out of me! I thought everyone was out. You could have given me a heart atta..."
She paused and her eyes widened. "Oh my God!" She gawped. "Are you playing with yourself?"
I blushed, violently.
"Ha! you're lucky it wasn't Mum!" She laughed.
It wasn't quite the erotic moment I'd imagined, I was just embarrassed.
I felt my cock, wilt in my hand.
"Mind if I pee?" She asked, as if it were a perfectly normal situation "I'm busting".
I shook my head.
She moved over to the toilet and unashamedly pulled down her jeans and knickers, revealing her dark bush, then sat down and peed.
I felt the blood rushing away from my face and back to my cock.
"Don't mind me. She smiled. You carry on!"
"Carry on?" I asked uncertainly.
"Yeah". She replied. "In fact...mind if I watch?"
"Huh?" I was stunned, but thrilled.
I've always wondered how boys play with themselves." She explained.
"What... seriously?' I
She nodded, eagerly.
"Erm, ok..." I murmured, my voice quivering with excitement.
"Well, go on then." She urged me.
Apprehensively I began to slide my hand up and down my cock.
"Feel nice? She asked.
I nodded.
She tore off some loo roll, wiped the residual pee from her pussy, stood up and pulled up her knickers. Then she kicked off her jeans, closed the toilet lid and sat down. Her knickers were white and quite sheer, so I could still make out her dark furry triangle through the material. Leaning back against the wall she drew her feet up onto the seat, hands on knees with her legs slightly apart. It was a delicious view.
With this added visual stimulation, I soon overcame my self-consciousness. The thumb and forefinger of my left hand clamped firmly around the base of my cock, the other fingers cupping and massaging my balls. My right hand moved slowly up and down the length, gently caressing the rim of my shiny engorged helmet, coating my meaty rod with the pre-cum dribbling freely from the tip. The pleasure was unlike anything I'd experienced before. Alice watching, and clearly enjoying watching, me masturbate was unreal. Her legs had opened a touch wider, whether deliberately or not I wasn't sure, but the sight of her furry young pussy nestling inside her knickers was wonderful. But it wasn't just her pussy through her panties that was attracting my gaze. The steam was making her blouse cling to her tits and what's more, she was braless. Her nipples were clearly visible through the moist cotton clinging to her skin. The sight of her hairy cunt and pert breasts, semi-visible through her damp clothes was awesome.
Alice's eyes followed the movement of my hand, watching attentively, as it slid slowly up and down the shaft of my cock and caressed the rim of my helmet.
"I didn't realise your dick was so big!"
"Is not that big?" I replied coyly.
"Well it looks pretty big to me!" She laughed.
My balls felt like they were going to explode. I stopped stroking, if I hadn't I'd have ejaculated there and then. It felt SO good, I wanted to hang things out as long as I could.
"Awww, don't stop!" Alice pleaded.
"If I don't, I'll cum." I explained.
"Good! I want to see you cum." She declared.
I ultrabet güvenilirmi noticed her hand had dropped from her knee and was resting on her inner thigh, tantalisingly close to her pussy. She in turn noticed me staring at her hand, she must have also noticed the eager, hopeful expression on my face.
She smiled impishly, paused for a moment, then ran her fingertips provocatively over her moist panties.
"Oh, wow!" I gasped.
She flashed me her 'Aren't I naughty?' grin, which I knew well, from those occasions she was up to something particularly mischievous, then began to rub herself through her knickers, moving her fingers in small circular motions, over and around her clitoris.
"You too!" She insisted, nodding in the direction of my cock. "I want to see you cum."
Her breathing became noticeably heavier, as her fingers moved faster, and pressed harder.
As Alice kneaded her pussy through knickers, my hand slid up and down my hot, rigid pole.
I didn't want the excitement to end, but I wanted to cum, desperate to shoot my load and eager to see Alice's reaction. The anticipation was electrifying, the pleasure almost unbearable.
Alice's hand worked its way inside her knickers. She fingered herself more and more frantically, letting out intermittent moans of delight. Her hand moved further south, stretching the waistband of her panties outwards and downwards, revealing her neat triangle of soft dark curls and her plump, fleshy mound. She slid one finger then another along her moist slit, easing her pussy lips apart, her fingertips gliding up and over her clit.
My eyes traced every movement, watching avidly as her fingers nimbly explored her glistening pink folds. I was mesmerised, virtually drooling at the sight and sound of my naughty, incredibly horny, sister fingering herself. She used her other hand to ease her knickers down, pulling one foot free, allowing her to spread her slender, shapely legs.
All the time she continued to watch me, as I caressed my hard, pulsating penis.
I was on the brink. I squeezed myself hard, in a desperate attempt to stop myself.
"I'm going to cum". I panted. An almost painful surge of pleasure coursed through my loins, my balls turned to rock and a jet of sticky white jiz spurted from my swollen tip.
Alice rubbed her clit feverishly with her left hand and pushed two fingers of her right hand deep inside her tight, wet, hole.
"Cool!" She gasped, appreciatively at the fountain of spunk. Wave after wave of hot mess cascaded from my cock, splashing across my belly and chest.
Alice's fingers slid in and out of her hot, wet, cunt. Her body tensed and her eyes closed.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. She seemed to lose control of her body, which began to judder, and shake, her knees jerked upwards towards her chest.
Her breathing was almost feverish. A look of pure ecstasy danced across her face as her entire body stiffened and she released a deep, animal like, groans of delight.
Eventually her spasms subsided, and she leant back against the wall, with a satisfied smile.
It was the first time I'd seen a girl cum. It was spectacular!
I lay in the warm, water, covered in a gluey mess, a dreamlike grin on my face.
Alice sat on the loo, legs open, her puffy pink lips gaping slightly, moist and glistening.
Her nipples still hard...unlike my cock which had sagged into a semi-erect state.
"Wow!" I breathed heavily, my heart still pounding with excitement. "That was amazing!"
Alice sighed contentedly, then stood up, collected her garments and opened the door.
She looked down at me, lying naked in my tub of cum filled water.
"Next time, you really must remember to lock the door, you never know who might burst in." She laughed.
"Well..." I grinned." I guess that depends on who's home."
"Yeah, I suppose it does." She smiled back, knowingly, then turned and exited the bathroom her bare buttocks swivelling seductively as she disappeared from view.
"So... next time." I smiled to myself.