This story includes First Time, Incest/taboo, Group Sex and Erotic Coupling.
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I'm from a family that many would call 'All American". My Dad was a football star in high school, college and, for several years, the pros. My Mom was and is a model, she was a Playboy centerfold twenty some years ago and is still gorgeous. I'm Mike and I have a younger sister, Ann. We're all blond and blue eyed.
My Dad was given a job in sales when he finished college by a wealthy college alum/booster who had a liquor distributor business. He's still there, now owns a piece of it and is the president and the man in charge. He even cut his pro football career short because he made more money from business than sports and didn't get beat up by it. My Mom's modeling is now part time. She says there's not a lot of call for 46 year old models. I've grown up seeing my Mom smiling out at me from ads in magazines and on TV, selling almost every product possible. And she still works, just not as much. To me, though, they've always been just Mom and Dad, raising me and my sister.
When I was really young, maybe two years old, around the time my sister was born probably, we moved into a nice, big house in an upscale neighborhood and still live there. We've always had a maid, or really an assistant mother, who lives with us. We've only had two in my whole life, so they become part of the family. Both were fairly old, with grown children and no husband, when they came to us. The first retired and the second, Maria, has been with us almost ten years.
So I guess it's fair to say we've had a spoiled and selfish upbringing, privileged I guess, but I've loved it always.
My sister Ann, who's always been Annie to me, is eighteen, just finishing high school. Maybe the best way to describe her is that if a boy in her high school ever saw the old centerfold of our Mom, he'd think he was seeing Annie. I imagine half the guys in her school jack off thinking of her. Which is probably what Hugh Hefner of Playboy figured half the guys in the country were doing years ago to my Mom's centerfold picture. I mean, she's gorgeous, with a beautiful face and a wet dream body.
I'm now twenty, just finishing my sophomore year in college. I'm 6'2" tall and weigh 190 pounds, sort of slim but muscular. While my Dad played football, I've always played Lacrosse, in high school and now university. We're not national champs but certainly win a lot more than we lose. I don't mean to brag but I'm pretty good at it.
The other thing about me is that I'm majoring in Computer Science. I've always been good at games and computers. Right away, at university, I met this guy that, well, is a genius. I mean, I know what I'm doing but he can do everything I can and more, better and faster. However, he needs to be aimed or told what to do. He's terrific but without a lot of imagination. That's what I supply. We spent our freshman year and part of last summer working on a game. We then sold that game for $100,000. We each got $50,000. We're now working on another game. Working on that first one gave me some great ideas for new games. This time, we're going to finish the game more, add some embellishments. Then, instead of just selling it I want to see if we can sort of keep a piece of it, get royalties on how it sells. Our first game is now out and doing great so I think we can do that. I mean, it could be worth millions to us. We want to work on it all this summer.
The other thing I should mention is that in high school I fucked three girls. I realize now that they actually seduced me. I would have had no idea how to get around to actually fucking without their leading the way. The other thing I realize is that none of it was that great, although it seemed so at the time. I mean, we just fucked. But I did learn that girls can be horny too, maybe even more than boys. In college, I started to date this really attractive girl, Susan. Well, I discovered right away that I wasn't going to fuck her like I did those girls in high school. She stopped me at every attempt.
But I kept dating her. We kissed and hugged and felt around a little but she wouldn't let me feel too much. Then after several months, we were at it hot and heavy and she had on a T-shirt like top. Fancier than just a T-shirt but that type of thing. I slid my hand up onto her bare back, under the shirt, and she kissed even harder. Because this had pushed the shirt up, I leaned down and kissed her bare stomach. Well, that caused moans. So I moved up slightly and brought a hand around to hold one of her breasts. That brought more moans and she didn't try and stop me. So I unfastened her bra and started kissing a bare breast, holding it and sucking on the nipple. That brought more moans.
I tried putting my hand on her pussy, her groin area, over the pants she was wearing and she grabbed my hand and moved it. In fact, my making that move led to the end of the date. With lots of kisses, she wasn't mad, she just wasn't going any further. The next date her breasts got bared faster and I sucked on them and felt them longer and when I rubbed my hand over her pussy area she didn't stop me. When I tried to unfasten her and get my hand to her bare pussy, she stopped me and eventually the date ended. She then asked me, "Do you love me?"
"Susan," I said honestly, "I feel different about you than any girl I've known but I don't know whether it's love. It may just be lust. I like you, I feel for you, but I don't think we've known each other well enough to say whether it's love or not."
She grinned and said back, "I couldn't have said it better myself. I definitely feel something for you. When you suck my nipples I feel it way down inside. But I don't know if it's love or not, either."
Our next date she had me come to her dorm room. I knew that girls did this, arranged for a room mate to disappear for a couple hours and have the room to themselves, but Susan had never done it before. This time, once her breasts were bare and I played with them and licked and sucked them, she asked me to take off my shirt. We ended up both bare above the waist. We could feel our bodies touching as we kissed. I started feeling her pussy area, over her skirt, and she surprised me by feeling my cock, it's shape, through my pants. I was as hard as I could get.
"I've never done this before," she tells me, "so if I do anything wrong, let me know." She unzips me and starts pulling my pants down. When she sees underwear, she grabs it, too. I finally get off the bed and stand up so she can pull everything down to the floor and I step out of it. I'm naked, my cock sticking out at her. "It's beautiful," she says as she puts her fingers around it. "It's much more impressive than any pictures I've seen. All pink and red. It's sort of scary, too, it's so big. I didn't realize they were so big." And then she's licking my cock and then getting her lips over the head and licking inside her mouth. She pulls back and looks up at me, still holding my cock. "I've watched this on the 'net so I think I know what to do but let me know if I need to do anything else." Then she leans forward and opens her mouth wide and slides down, taking three fourths of my cock into her mouth, I can feel it hitting her throat.