My sister 's not a virgin

I submitted a short story for the first time to an erotic storytelling website, and was surprised by its reception. It received hundreds of votes and even made it into the top 30, which left me vainly eager to tell other moments in my troubled sex life. Too bad only one person emailed me. But I'm still waiting.


That said, without further ado I'll tell you what happened to me and the sister of a girlfriend. It was several years ago. I was about 28 years old and dated a beautiful blonde girl with an exuberant body. She lived with her foster sister. Let me explain it better: My girlfriend lost both parents when she was very young and was raised by an elderly woman, the mother of this adoptive sister, in whose house Luisa spent most of her time because their home was located in a neighborhood much closer to the college where she studied.

Luiza was very stubborn, we did almost everything but she didn't let go of the main thing because she had been raised with the conviction that she should marry a virgin and have only one man in her life. Of anal sex, she would not even admit to talking about it. We often stayed in the room watching television and everyone at home gathered: her sister and their two children, Marcela who is 12 years old and Zeca, 10. With so much freedom, the matches were incredible. She left Luisa just wearing underwear and painting almost anything. I would suck her from head to toe and she'd only be quiet when she made fun of me by playing wonderful punches or rubbing my 19-centimeter cock between the legs. She also joked that not a crazy one and was very noisy, moaning, writhing all over the sofa or on the soft carpet in the living room. After making fun I got all wet and many times I went away and she fell asleep in the same room because she didn't have strength even to go to the bedroom, which she did only mid-morning.

I knew that Anita, her sister's name, was aware of what was going on in the room but she never showed up unexpectedly. She kept a low profile and occasionally made very subtle jokes always insinuating that since Luisa is still virgin I must have other girlfriends with whom to satisfy my sexual needs which was absolutely true. I noticed sometimes, when she was going to bed, a peculiar intonation in her voice and some different looks, but always took it all on account of pure comradeship; for she treated me very well and never made any restriction upon my presence at her house until quite late.

The relationship with Luiza was on this basis for more than a year. Until one day, mad to eat that cabbage - which I eventually ate later but it's another story-I gave an ultimatum to Luiza: either we were going to have a complete relationship or I would take care of my life with another girl. She did not give in and I broke off the relationship.

A week after I broke up with Luiza, I was at work when the phone rang and it was Anita. We started a conversation that revolved around Luisa's sadness for crying in corners and only leaving home to go to college. I explained what was going on without half-speaking. Basically, the deal was this: either she releases her badge or we end our relationship.

Of course, I spoke in a different way, more delicately without being so rude. Anita admitted that I was right but she should also understand Luiza who only behaved according to her upbringing.

- By the noises I hear from my room, if it were me wouldn't have held out.

I didn't get the sense of what she had said and asked her to explain exactly what it meant. She stuttered, a bit awkwardly, so I took this opportunity to ask the question that should have been asked: "Are you saying if I wanted to fuck with you ...?"

From then on the conversation took a different direction, but since I had so much to do, I suggested that we continue our discussion next day in the evening. She immediately said: "Come here at home and after the children are asleep let's make ourselves comfortable; Luisa will be with her mother".

The next day, there I was sitting on the same couch where he had enjoyed dozens of times in lovemaking with Luiza. And this memory made me excited to start an erection except that this time who did my house honors was Anita, a mature woman, 44 years old, married at 30, virgin and 39 divorced for reasons I do not know .

Anita wasn't a goddess like most of the women in stories I read about, but she was an attractive woman. She had a well-made body, very careful and maintained her weight and had a special face. Before that I never paid much attention to it, but there, at this moment, I could define what made her face seem special: she looked like a hot woman who liked good sex with all its ingredients. At least that was my definition, perhaps influenced by my uncontrollable excitement and erotic ideas which took over my head.

We started talking about Luisa, but soon the conversation took another direction, returning to the point where we had interrupted it on the previous day. And I tried to be direct by saying that from her way of speaking I understood she was very much out to get me, which surprised me because I never noticed any bad (or good?) intentions towards me.

And she was direct in her response, showing herself above all to be a woman who knew what she wanted.

- I've been separated from my husband for five years. In that time, there was only one man with me. You went out with him twice and it just increased my need because they were unpleasant experiences. Then I decided to give myself up again when a strong attraction came over me. And I feel the same way about you. Because that was impossible, I masturbated furiously. In a few days I even made fun of four or five times. How you didn't hear my groans either - he confessed staring at me and added:

"But what could I do? Try to steal my sister's boyfriend?" But it is different now. You are separated. Besides, on second thought, if she doesn't fuck you, then you have to fuck someone else. Why not me?

At this point my excitement had reached a dangerous pitch. I approached her, gently pulled her by the neck and kissed her. She reciprocated with the kiss and she gasped for air. She tried to move away but then I pushed back vigorously and sucked that mouth like crazy. Our tongues curled up and explored every part of our mouths. We kept on kissing each other for a long time and my hands were already running over her body until they found the buttons of her blouse. She understood my intention and moved away from me. With his heart racing, breathing heavily, he escaped what in a few more seconds would be inevitable.

I'm not in a position to resist... here would be madness, and if my children wake up.


I pulled her by the arm and she reluctantly followed me, took her to the balcony and kissed her again. She tried resisting but gave in. From my mouth it went into her neck, licked, bit, climbed up to her ears and every time that I nibbled on her, she writhed like a snake saying things that I couldn't understand. They were protests, but they just stayed in words because all of her body was vibrating and she coiled herself around me completely uncontrollable, surrendered.

I unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a pair of breasts that were much firmer and sharper than I had imagined, seeing them always protected by inordinately generous cleavages. She was bra-less; I nibbled on the very hard nipples she held with both hands over my hair and offered herself whole.

- That's when I get the most horny, touch that... you make me your slave.

In the face of Anita's excitement, I too let myself be carried away by uncontrollability. I had twenty hands that touched her body everywhere; I squeezed her butt over the skirt and she was shaking with it as well: my hand went down to lift up her skirts and felt the softness in her thigh. The more I held her, the crazier she became from arousal, breathing faster and saying things which seemed to disapprove what I was doing and demonstrate a fear that children might surprise her in this situation.

I raised my hand further, ignoring her protests until it reached its xana. When I touched her at that point she shook violently, arched her legs making it easier for my middle finger to reach her little toe and then closed the legs so tightly that I thought my hand would never get out of there. The contact with this spot made her hallucinate. She trembled convulsively...

- What is it? You're hallucinating me... no one touches me there for a long time. Don't do that, don't you feel sorry for me... I am ... with medddoooo.

The way that I was out of control with this woman's excitement, I could not act lucidly. Nothing she said to me brought back my control. On the contrary, her protests only increased my desire to see her laughing at screaming and waking everyone up. I began smoothing the crease in that flooded mouthpiece. In a few seconds I understood what she meant by "scandalous". My orgasm became uncontrollable and she started moaning, trembling, writhing and talking nonsense. She put one hand down and grabbed my chest which hurt so hard, it seemed like she wanted to crush it. With the other hand he grabbed my neck, and underneath I kept tormenting that stiff, slippery little cricket with my finger, still lucid enough to cover her mouth with a kiss when she made sounds so inhuman until it exploded into an overwhelming orgasm as she writhed around me, biting at my lips and squeezing my cock furiously.

The fun went on for a long time, until she calmed down. Her breathing slowed and she asked me to support her because her legs were stiff. After some time she was able to articulate words with nexus:

Do you know how long it's been since a man made fun of me like that? Almost ten years. Sex with my husband was only good for the first few times. Then he would get in and make fun and turn over to sleep. Often I couldn't even joke and masturbated myself so I could calm down and fall asleep. In these moments, I hated him and swore I was going to put some horns into him but never had the courage. And not because of lack of luck, no.

With that said, she managed to get away from me and adjusted her clothes and seemed ready to end this nasty session. I was going to stay in my hand because my dick still hurt so much. I told her about it and even joked saying that she was doing the same thing with me as her husband did with her. She laughed, looked closely at the volume under my pants and touched my pussy. I opened the zipper and she understood that I wasn't willing to leave for that very reason. But scared, she walked away. Then he looked into my eyes and said that he would see children give a way so they wouldn't surprise us when they woke up. He grabbed my hand, sat me down on the living room couch and walked into our rooms.

It took about five minutes, and I saw her coming back. Oh my God, what I saw made me even more horny: She had taken off the simple clothes she was wearing and got into a black lace-up baby doll that was completely transparent with nothing underneath it; I just freaked out seeing the contours of her body - flat belly, protruding hips, pointy breasts -- and her smile full of pure horniness.

"If we're going to do it here, let's do it as I dreamed", she said while at the same time turning a key in the door that led into the rooms and extinguishing the light leaving only half-light of indirect light from the aquarium.

- I'm going to do everything that I imagined many times while masturbating inside, listening to the screams of Luiza.

Having said that, she started kissing me furiously as I began to take off my trousers. Even before she could get the pants up to knee height, she dropped her mouth on my dick, trembling every time his head hit her throat in a go and come hallucination. She herself was tearing away her few clothes after leaving me with only one shirt. He stopped sucking me, stood in front of me staring madly at my 19-centimeter-long waistline. The sight had an overwhelming effect on Anita.

- That's too big, not even compared to the 14 cm of my husband or with a stick Eduardo, that idiot boyfriend. It will make a mess in my vagina. I think I am virgin again. For a long time nothing goes into my penis. Even putting your finger at the last moments hurt me. This fat fuck is going to break me. But ... this is what...

I held her by the hips to try and bring her near me, for I was very much in order to stick my tongue into that swollen little mouthful of protruding lips and a cricket which leapt up brightly hardened; but she pulled away my hands.

- I'm gonna sit on it right now, and I want to feel this thing breaking through me inch by inch very slowly.

She pushed me against the couch, passed my legs over mine and opened her whole body wide and came slowly down with closed eyes towards my dick. I pointed my fist right at the door of his Xanax and waited for contact. When she touched it, she shivered, biting her lips and putting her hands on my shoulder. This woman was really willing to turn that real penetration into an erotic ceremony. She kept up light touch, rubbed her X-ray onto my penis gently made a slight pressure and groaned low, pressed some more then some more. And he moaned softly, controlling himself so as not to make too much noise. His body trembled and sweat began to gush on his skin, exhaling a wonderful smell that completed my enchantment, taking my hard-on to levels I could never have imagined.

I wanted to take a stab and bury half my dick in that soaked joint, but she guessed what I was going for. She asked me with her voice broken into two parts.

- No, no, it doesn't... just a little bit and then he barks.

And the torture continued, descending slowly cutting off every inch of pike that came in tearing at her tight little face both for lack of use and because she was muscled into position.
All of a sudden, it squeezed harder and swallowed the whole head. Then he freaked out all over again and started swearing words that I could barely understand because my senses were completely uncontrolled. At this point in time, my body seemed to be anesthetized. The only thing I felt was my dick tightening on that feverishly wet little mouth which clenched me like an iron wheel.

- Fuck you, porrrrraaaaaa.... Just got in the little head, hey, your kid, I'm already almost jokingooooo, oh, that's too much. That asshole is going to me... hey, hello, aaaaaiiiii, break me off, go, your child. Nanananaaao, do not interfere, no.

Her fingernails went into my shoulders and her hands squeezed me with an unbelievable force. Her breathing became uncontrollable, her whole body tightened up, her face was like a mask of madness. She began to groan loudly, howling, saying things that made no sense. But she held on in this position only with her head inside the bucket. Her body convulsively trembled and I instinctively put my hand over her mouth to muffle the screams for fear it would wake the children. I was at the height of excitement and even out of control imagining could not have interrupted that climb at that moment.


It took her about five minutes in that orgasmic trance, and I was paralyzed trying to control myself so as not to put my whole dick into the xanax all at once.

He regained some control, opened his eyes and warned me that now he was going to swallow my cock whole until I could feel its head hit the uterus.

- I'm not very deep, and I don't know if I can get this whole chest inside of me, but I will try.

And she started coming down slowly, always warning me not to get involved. Every inch I walked in there was a convulsive tremor. It felt like I was really getting into some virgin mouthpiece and that torturous ride was too much for me.

I don't want you to have fun like that.

To avoid my amusement, she stopped the descent. She relaxed a little the contraction of the xanax. And looked at me with staring eyes as if to observe whether I would actually hold back the mockery. Then slowly, begging me not to make fun, continued downward. It was only a few centimeters before he had stuck me all in that Xanax when suddenly it gave a stronger lock and swallowed me whole at once. My pocket felt force its bowels. The cry which she gave was something hallucinatory. It wasn't loud but it was hoarse, intense, coming from the bottom of her sensitivity. When I felt my balls stuck to her ass, she started shaking and twitching... ..I could feel her heart beating uncontrollably. Her body was all covered in sweat... ...her mouth searched for mine...

Goooozzza, enjoy everything it fills me with poooorrraaaa makes me a child...

He said that, and he also enjoyed himself in a mind-boggling orgasm with his face tucked into his neck suppressing the screams, moans and swearing. When this madness was over, he lay down on top of me as if dead, all soft. But my still hard cock remained stuck up to its balls in that mouthpiece from which flowed an enormous amount of our fluids completely wetting my legs and her thigh high.

We stayed like this for a long time, until my dick got soft. She slowly recovered and began to caress me in the face, on the chest, kissing my neck, teasing me with her tongue. My cock again gave life signals and I proposed a change of position. Deep down, frankly, I felt used. I was not accustomed to a passive posture at the stairs. In fact, I ate women and that woman had reversed roles: she had eaten me. I told it to her half-word and immediately understood. She got out of the car, played with how much pussy was dripping from her booty and explained that she'd never had a chance to fuck like this before.

Let me just go inside for a second and see if the boys are still asleep.

I had, but I said no. She went in there just covering herself with the baby doll and as she stood back to me I could more closely observe her butt flat on top a little below the thin waist and rounded at the bottom then I was sure that when it came around this woman would get up on all fours

She went out and came back wrapped in a blue towel, locked the door, dropped it on her head and looked at me with that malice I hadn't observed before:

"I am here and I'm all yours. Now you are in charge", he said as he knelt on the carpet, beginning to revive my flaccid cock with a marvelous kiss. Quickly, my dick reached its maximum length and his head swelled up like a red tomato.

"That's really bad for me", she said, licking her pussy a little bit. "I'm all busted up". See what you can do because I don't know if I could take another one of those jokes that I gave riding on this monster - laughed maliciously.

I crouched down, put her on all fours with legs wide open leaning against the couch which grabbed tightly at his butt and sucked that little mouthful of it sticking my tongue in as deep a crease as I could and circling around the grate. Every now and then he'd get to the kitchen which would give him real convulsions she understood what I meant and cut off my cheap one right away

I've got a manufacturing defect in the back of my head, and it hurts so much that I can barely hold on to one finger.

So I took his advice and started brushing the entrance of her booty with my fucking head, and before long she was back on top again moaning, screaming, writhing and begging me to throw it away.

- With that cocksucker in my guts I'm gonna feel like a mare being eaten by an ass.

And so I did, but this time it was me in charge and with two forced strokes up to the heel causing her to lose control and bite down on my sofa cover to drown out all of her screaming and moaning. Her face was so disfigured and her voice weak when she begged me to mock, that she was almost fainting.

- If you don't laugh soon, I think... that I will faint my eyesight gets dark every time this thorax pokes at the bottom of my bladder.

I stopped controlling myself, accelerated my movements and felt that I was going to fill this milk bottle again. Getting strength from nowhere Anita began rolling her wonderful ass contracting and relaxing the bowl which increased my pleasure in an incredible way until I could not hold it any longer and exploded into a destructive orgasm The fuck kept coming out and Anita feeling my dick pulsing right up through the cord mocked me again grunting like a wounded animal trembling convulsively till his body collapses on the carpet

We stood there, half fainting for a long time until I had to look at my watch and see that it was almost five o'clock in the morning. The children were getting up by six to go to school and Anita had to come out of her stupor not without first giving me a long kiss, an affectionate one, as if thanking me for all the pleasure I had given her - which she also gave me.


- It was good, how it was good. I transitioned for the first time at 30, but I think that only today have discovered the true pleasure of being a female and having fun with a man without limits, shame or guilt. My dear, as I said nonsense even curses. I'll be yours while you want me to prepare myself to give my little fortune if you will", he says.

I hugged her tenderly and noticed that her eyes were wet with tears. We got dressed, and she wouldn't let me go out. She said she was going to make a coffee (one of my passions, which she knew well) and prepare the children's uniform and that I didn't have to leave because boys would not suspect anything. So it was done.

- Next time, we'll be careful... that is if you really want us to have other times.

Of course I did, even at that moment if he didn't leave quickly we agreed to stay together and Anita made me a promise she was going to make Luiza's head completely mine but with one caveat

- If you promise to take care of both.

And that's how it happened. A short time later, Luiza came to me and said she wanted to be mine, and I stayed with these two wonderful sisters for four years. Then I separated from Luisa and married another woman. Today, many years later, I still talk on the phone with Anita, a 70-year-old woman who is my great friend, but whenever I hear her voice, I feel trembling in my body and regret that time has not stopped. However, the memories remain very vivid because I have rarely had such intense trances as that first one with Anita.

If you liked my story and want to exchange ideas, my email is medeiros_jose@hotmail.com preferably women over 40.