Little Oral Andy

Again, I would like to thank blackrandl1958 for the invitation to participate in

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, and her help with this story. I hope you enjoy.

I was in that little window of consciousness between sleep and waking, debating in my mind if I was going to get up or go back to sleep. It was Saturday, so no school, and I didn't have anything pressing to do on the morning of my 18

th

birthday.

Then I felt it: something soft and warm wrapped around my morning wood.

I woke immediately!

When my eyes popped open, I noticed my 20-year-old sister, Traci, lying to my right in my single bed. As I turned my head to her, I noticed she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. It was her hand wrapped around my hard-as-steel rod.

"Happy birthday, Mighty Mouse!" she whispered enthusiastically, calling me by the nickname she had stuck on me back when I was 5. All throughout my childhood, I stood about a head shorter than most of my friends, and like most older sisters, Traci rubbed my lack of stature in my face every chance she got. She especially liked to humiliate me in front of her group of close girl friends, most of whom were flat-out gorgeous, making my angst much worse.

At 5-6, I was still short compared to most boys who were seniors in high school, like me. Until today, however, the humiliation was just mental. The hand wrapped around my hard-on, however, took humiliation to a whole new level. She continued to grin at me while I tried to think.

"This is your lucky day, Mighty Mouse. I am going to teach you something that's going to change your life," she whispered again.

I always slept naked under the covers and never considered that a problem before. Our two bedrooms were connected by a bathroom and we usually locked each side at night, but apparently Traci had used her key to sneak into my room. It looked like she was wearing shorty pajamas, but I really couldn't be sure. Virtually all of my brains were being held in her right hand at the moment.

To be truthful, my sister is a beautiful munchkin of a girl, 5-foot nothing with great curves. Her short black hair was cut pixie style, with her bangs coming down to her dark eyebrows, just over her sparkling green eyes. Her eyes were practically glowing now as she looked from my eyes to my hard dick, and started to slowly jack up and down, occasionally rubbing my balls. I should have been screaming for her to get out of my room, but at that moment I couldn't think, let alone talk.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as I shot a monster load of cum up into the air and across my chest.

Traci giggled as I exploded. My breathing was ragged to say the least.

Traci had a real look of accomplishment on her face as she looked me in the eyes. I'm pretty sure I was crimson with embarrassment. I was laying there with copious amounts of cum on me and she continued to hold my dick, which was not losing rigidity very fast.

"Does Mighty Mouse feel better now?" she asked in a baby talk voice, obviously done to up the humiliation factor.

I couldn't even speak. I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never been jacked off by my own sister in my own bed before. I didn't think she was counting on me speaking anyway.

"Okay, now that we've got the preliminaries out of the way and I've got your attention, here's the game plan: have you ever eaten pussy before, Mighty Mouse?"

I shook my head slightly. I had no idea where this was going.

"You are in luck today, Brother," she continued. "I am going to teach you. It's my birthday gift to you, and you're going to be thanking me for years to come. Being a good pussy eater is a skill most guys never learn, and every single woman you are with for the rest of your life will be thanking your teacher... me!"

"Okay," I literally croaked out.

Traci released her grip off my now hard-again dick, grabbed a towel she had next to her and gave my chest and stomach a quick wipe, cleaning off maybe half of the cum drying on me.

She sat up in my bed and peeled her small top over her head, exposing her perky tits to my eyes. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she leaned back and shinnied out of her bottoms, leaving her naked next to me. I probably should have been incredibly uncomfortable, but considering what had happened earlier, I just watched her while my completely hard tool stood at attention. Talk about shock and awe!

Traci snapped her fingers over my head and I realized I had been staring at her naked body with my mouth open. Once she had my attention again, she instructed me to scoot down and place my face at the junction of her legs. I did as instructed in a bit of a fog. My face was inches away from her glistening pussy. I had never seen a pussy this close up and was incredibly interested... and way turned on.

"Stick your tongue in there and figure it out genius," she commanded.

I moved in a nick closer and then followed her instructions. I briefly tasted and smelled cherries before Traci shrieked, clamped her legs around my head and tried to break my neck by levitating upward. She hit the bed and continued to spasm crazily while completely cutting off my air supply for about 20 seconds. When I finally pried her legs apart to grab some air, we both laid there panting wildly.

"What the fuck was that?" I queried.

There was silence for about five seconds, then Traci lifted her head, her eyes completely glazed over.

"That, my dear brother, was an orgasm... one hell of an orgasm! Well-done, Mighty Mouse. Now get your face back down there and practice some more!"

I again did as instructed, paying attention to what she seemed to like and what she seemed to really like. As I licked up, I found a small hard nub, which from reading porn I assumed to be her clitoris. I flicked around it, then over the top, and she again tried to break my neck with her legs. Just experimenting here, I moved down to her opening and dragged the flat of my tongue across, again causing her body to spasm. This was amazing!

I tried all sorts of things with my tongue, then got my lips involved as well. There was licking, sucking, blowing and even some light nipping involved. If I had to guess, Traci had her face under my pillow because everything sounded kind of muffled, although still pretty loud. For a quick second, I wondered if our parents downstairs could hear what was taking place, because I didn't even want to know what would happen if they came into my room.

I must have been at it for a good while before I felt Traci untangle her hands from my hair and start to tap on my head. She was exhausted and overly-stimulated, and panting like a distance runner.

"Oh fuck, Andy, that was amazing!" she gushed, calling me by my real first name for maybe the sixth time since I was 5.

I was 5 years old when I moved in with the family that adopted me two years later. Rick and Janelle Carlisle were my godparents, and I went to live with them when both my parents were killed by a drunk driver coming back from a dinner out one night. They became great parents to me, and Traci became the big sister that many little brothers fear, especially undersized little brothers. She was pretty much a constant pain in my ass and didn't miss too many opportunities to make my life miserable, especially in front of her friends.

The worst instance was when I was a dinky 12-year-old. I had spent two hours making a fort out of blocks, and Traci and a couple of friends walked through the playroom and knocked it down. I slapped her face pretty hard, but then she just whipped down my shorts and underwear, turned me over he knee and beat my bare butt, right there in front of her friends. My yelling alerted Mom and her best friend, who were drinking coffee in the kitchen, and Mom rescued me by pulling me off Traci's lap. Of course she started yelling at Traci while I stood there crying, naked from the waist down in front of Mom, Mrs. Ringling, Traci and two of her friends. To this day, I can't look Mrs. Ringling or those two girls in the face.

******

By the time I got my face out from between Traci's legs, my dick was achingly hard, and I wasn't even close to thinking logically. All I knew at that point was that there was a naked woman in my bed, and I climbed up her body and slowly sunk my dick into her steaming wet pussy.

"Ooohhh," she moaned as her eyes got big.

She froze for a second and I thought she was going to punch me or something, but she adjusted us and then started humping me back in rhythm. I'm sure we both knew that everything we were doing was wrong, but God, the feelings were amazing, and we finished by coming together. We laid cuddled together for a few minutes before my soft dick slid out of her.

"Traci, please tell me you're on birth control," I said softly.

"Yeah. No worries Mighty Mouse," she responded back just as softly.

We stared at each other for a few minutes. I felt great. I felt wonderful. I felt ashamed. I felt scared.

"You've got skills, Mighty Mouse. Who knew?" Traci finally spoke. "With some practice, I think you could be a truly great pussy eater. And not a bad fucker, either."

I smiled self-consciously. Truth be told, at that moment, I would have done it again in a heartbeat. My own sister, although thank God, not biologically. It was probably the only thing that saved me from thinking I was one sick motherfucker.

"We should get up now before Mom gets suspicious. Dad's out golfing," Traci said.

I got downstairs a few minutes before Traci bounced down the stairs, looking for all the world like nothing different had happened. Mom looked over at her.

"Did I hear you two fighting already? What was that about? It's his birthday, for God sake. Can't you two even take one day off from fighting?"

I turned crimson. Mom must have heard Traci in the throes of orgasm, although I knew she wouldn't think that Traci's shrieks and cries were from sex. Hell, up until a few minutes ago

I

wouldn't have thought those noises were from sex.

"He wouldn't know I loved him if I didn't fight with him, Mom," Traci said nonchalantly.

Mom looked over at me. I was still red as a beet.

"You okay, Andy?" she asked. "You look like you might be getting sick."

"Mousie never gets sick. Do ya, Mousie?" Traci answered for me.

Much to my surprise, life went on as before. Traci went back to being the pain-in-the-ass sister she had always been, and no one would have been the wiser about our tryst, even me, except for the fact that I was part of it. Then the next Saturday morning I was woken up by a graphic sex dream in which my dick was engulfed in the confines of a warm, wet mouth. It wasn't a dream. When I opened my eyes, Traci had my entire 6-1/2 inches in her mouth and was noisily bobbing up and down on it.

"Morning, Sleepy Mouse. Time for another lesson," she said as she pulled off my dick and looked at me smiling brightly.

I knew it was wrong, but what normal guy isn't going to smile back at the green-eyed beauty swallowing his dick as he wakes up; even if she is his adopted sister. Trust me, I am normal.

I held out for five minutes before I blew a huge load in her mouth. She never even attempted to pull off. Then she further freaked me out by swallowing twice before showing me her empty mouth.

"Oh fuck!" was all I could think of to say. That was the first time in my life that a girl had ever let me cum in her mouth, and obviously the first time a girl had swallowed for me.

"Sweet, Mighty Mouse," Traci said quietly, then slowly climbed up my body. She planted a scorcher of a kiss on me, snaking her tongue into my mouth, and we played tongue hockey for several minutes, with her making sure that I got a good taste of my own semen as we kissed. Since it was mine, I didn't think it was too bad mixed with Traci's saliva. Besides, if she could swallow all of that without a second thought, who was I to complain over a little second-hand taste.

She gave me a wicked grin as we pulled apart, then she turned herself around so we were in a 69. I hadn't had the pleasure before of doing bed gymnastics, but I knew what was supposed to happen in this position. I had never been happier to have a tongue in my life. The angle was different than last week, so it took me a few minutes to kind of figure things out. Traci helped by providing some instruction before I rendered her incapable of coherent speech for the next half-hour.

"Get up here and finish the job properly, Mighty Mouse," she slurred like a drunken woman.

I did as ordered, and Traci had a final orgasm at the end of my dick before we disengaged and she drifted off into a nap. She napped for about 20 minutes while I gently rubbed her entire body up and down. When she finally woke, she smiled at me dreamily and asked, "Have fun, Pervy Mouse?"

"Most definitely," I answered.

Once again, Traci went back to being a pain in the ass as soon as she descended the stairs. Again, I was having a hard time looking Mom in the eyes, and Traci was just as normal as ever. I was actually wondering if she didn't have a split personality. I mean, she was barely civil to me for the rest of the week.

The next Saturday morning Traci again was a sex goddess for me and I again brought her off to multiple orgasms with my mouth, fingers and dick. After she regained her senses, she peered at me with a funny look, like she wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to start. I was lying next to my sister with my face covered in her juices, and she's having a problem trying to tell me something?

"Just say it, Traci. I don't think there's anything we can't say to each other at this point," I said.

"Okay then," she started. "How would you feel about doing this with several of my friends this summer until you go away to school?"

I looked at her like she had three heads. Seriously? She had some absolutely gorgeous friends. This would be a dream come true.

"Don't fuck with me, Traci," I said. "I've got your pussy juice all over my face."

She gave me a dazzling smile and kissed me hard on the lips. I was lost.

"I'm not kidding, Mighty Mouse. Me and my friends keep talking about the lack of good pussy eaters among the male population in this town. I haven't said anything to anybody yet, but I feel like I've been holding out on them. I don't want to pimp you out or anything, but most guys I know would love to have a shot at Janet, Dottie and Maria."

Janet, Dottie and Maria? Holy shit! I'd kill to do one of them. All three would be a literal wet dream. Who turns that down?

"You wouldn't ever be able to tell anybody, Mighty Mouse, and I'm dead serious about that, or a boyfriend or two might pound you to death. But none of the boyfriends are marriage material, so this wouldn't be like you horning in on anything serious.

"Didn't I tell you that I would teach you something that would change your life?" she asked.

"You did indeed," I answered.

I had three months after graduation before I went to school at a high-end university in New England. The game plan was for me to have a "date" with one girl every Saturday night, and Traci and I would continue every Saturday morning. If I died at the end of the summer, everything would have been right with the world.

To keep everything as innocent looking as possible, my "date" would show up at my house, ostensibly to see her friend Traci. Then she and I would slip out and wind up at a motel about an hour from my house.

Because the women were supposed to be coming over to spend time with Traci, they couldn't get dressed up sexy for me, which at least gave me a fighting chance not to blow my wad in the first few minutes of every date.

Dottie Caliendo was first on the list. From a beauty standpoint, she might have been the most beautiful woman in our town under the age of 25. She had shoulder-length light brown hair, curves everywhere and was a walking wet dream. I have to admit I was nervous as hell, knowing what was expected of me.

"Are you really as good as Traci says you are?" Dottie asked with a gleam in her light blue eyes.

"God I hope so," I answered honestly.

Dottie was braless in a white tank top, her nipples standing proud. I walked up to her and flicked both of her nipples with my index fingers. She gave a shimmy and a giggle as I reached in and planted a hard kiss on her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed that amazing ass as my tongue sought hers.

Two minutes later she was naked on the bed and I had two fingers inside of her very wet pussy. She squirmed and squealed, then came for the first time that night. I then put her feet up on my shoulders and dove in. She grabbed my long hair and screamed like a banshee as she shook like a rag doll.

I'm sure I looked like a glazed doughnut after 45 minutes of licking and sucking Dottie's delicious pussy in a variety of positions. She was a loud screamer, and I was concerned that somebody was going to call the cops on us. Still, we had a great time, and I fucked her hard doggy style after I pleased her orally. I licked up her entire body, focusing on her perfect tits, and then she sucked me hard before she mounted me cowboy, bouncing on me like a woman on a mission, her tits bouncing wildly as she did.

"I never had a clue, Mighty Mouse. God, you are amazing! I can't wait for my next turn," Dottie enthused.

Maria Easterday was my next date, and apparently she had heard good things from both Traci and Dottie. Maria had short black hair, brown eyes and olive skin, the latter from her Greek heritage. She was a little rounder than Dottie, with bigger boobs and a bigger ass.

Maria's boobs were stuffed into a frilly white bra under her tight white semi-sheer blouse. Her jean skirt came to mid-thigh, which rode up higher in the car as we headed to the motel. It was tough to concentrate on the road as I was trying to see how far up her legs the skirt was riding.

Maria was a little bolder than Dottie. She didn't even attempt to hold down her skirt as she got up out of my Mustang, giving me a good flash of her white bikini panties. I reached under her skirt and grabbed her ample ass through those panties as we locked lips in the parking lot. We stayed that way until a couple passed near us and the woman remarked, "Nice ass, cutie."

Maria blushed deeply, then suggested we head indoors.

I had both of my hands on her ass within seconds of us getting inside. They were two glorious handfuls. Then I moved to the glorious handfuls on her chest. Her nipples stiffened appreciably. She reached down to grab the effect she had created.

Maria had areolas as big as silver dollars and her nipples were at least a half-inch long. I lavished my attention on them until she started to shake in anticipation. I sat her down naked on the edge of the bed and kneeled to worship at her gushing pussy, putting her legs over my shoulders and down my back. I then put my lips around her clit and started humming a happy tune. She exploded on my face, screaming my name... well, Traci's nickname for me. When you've got a beautiful woman writhing on your face, she can call you anything but another man's name.

Maria had better stamina than Dottie and lasted about 45 minutes before I felt her start to fatigue. I moved up and housed my rock-hard dick in her hot love-tunnel and she blasted off twice more before finally crying uncle after about a dozen orgasms.

"That was absolutely wonderful, Mighty Mouse," she asserted.

From what Traci had said, I knew Janet Sunderman was going to be my toughest conquest. Unlike my sister and the first two friends, Janet was on the shy side, even though she wasn't a virgin. She had only given it up to one other man before agreeing to having sex with me.

Janet showed up at our house the next Saturday completely under the radar. Her DD cup breasts were hidden -- as much as she could -- under a bulky sweaty. Her jeans gave away a lot, though, because her body tapered from those very large breasts to a narrow waist and hips and a tight ass. She had long dark brown hair, a southern Italian coloring and, strangely enough, gray eyes. While I had always lusted after Dottie and Maria when they would come over to the house to hang with Traci, I was completely in love with Janet. She would walk in the house, I would get hard and then run to my bedroom to hide.