Baker Family Fun
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Chapter 15: A Plus Plus?
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15: A Plus Plus? - Siblings Emma and Mike Baker, high school students, live in a tiny city apartment with their two parents. Surprise! After three years of exile there, they're returning to their suburban house, and reconnecting with their next-door neighbors and friends, Dora and Paul Lincoln. All four are similar ages, but puberty has changed them. A lot. Their four parents are reconnecting too. The Lincolns have added a pool, and some pineapple-themed decor. Hmm.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Aunt Nephew Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Nudism Slow
I put pressure on myself, no doubt. We hadn’t talked about her past—her experience. Was I her fifth? Her tenth? I focused all my attention on bringing her to a quick climax, using all the techniques I remembered from before.
I slobbered over her folds, running my tongue north to south through the valleys between the outer and inner lips and over the joining at the top. Dora’s whimpers and cooing I heard motivated my “work.” I was about to slide in my two fingers again, like before, but then I remembered Dot’s counseling.
I slipped my left index finger into her butt, and her immediate reaction validated my choice.
“Fuck! Yeah! Mike!”
Once again, my skull became a prisoner of her thighs, and her climax overwhelmed her. I actually felt small pulsations on my entrapped finger, and her finger mashed at her clit to sustain her orgasm.
I waited for her to subside (and release my head).
“That was better than the last time, Mike,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.
“I aim to please, darlin’. Would like a nap to recover?”
“No. Fucking. Way. I want your cock, baby. Put it in that swamp you just made, and don’t you dare stop fucking me!”
“You’re sure?”
“MICHAEL BAKER!”
The last time, she had her hands on my ass cheeks to “help” me drive into her. This time, though, she held my head for open-mouthed kissing and tongue-fighting. I had more self-control, and she ground her pelvis into mine for two orgasms before I finally let loose with my heavy spurts.”
Dora looked very satisfied, but my low self-esteem slipped out and had me ask, “Was I OK?”
“Don’t be stupid. Do I look unhappy? Cross?”
“Well, no. You look, well, pleased.”
“Fuckin’-A, dork!” She panted a few times. “Don’t you pull that sad sack shit on me after you put me into orbit. Fuck! It was; you were perfect. Hot. Kiss me again, dumbass!”
Well, she did seem happy with me. And, after a few minutes’ respite, she asked if I wanted to just go to sleep. I was tempted, but I wanted to talk.
“Dora, I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I worry about the difference in experience between us. You must have had other capable partners and with of experience. I have to think I come up short.”
“Oh, that’s so stupid. Mike, it’s fucking, not rocket surgery. You are the fourth penis I’ve ridden, and the only one who is a part of my true abiding love—and that makes ALL the difference. It’s the same in-and-out, but it’s the man in my arms that makes the difference.”