Margo 'S Own History 1 - Oh Brother


Oral-Sex, Virginity
It started out innocently enough. I had this driven approximation of seeing my Gemini sidekick naked.

Anyway, one day when mom and dad were n't home, Apostle Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my courage and snuck into the can and stood there in a corner where he could n't see me until he came out of the exhibitioner. Eventually, the door slid open. Paul stepped out. There he was, bare and dripping wet from head to toe. But I do n't consider I had prison term to contract in any contingent. He actually screamed and turned around to hide his privates. I ran out and hid in my bedroom and locked the door.

A few second later he came to the room access and starting hammering. Boy was he mad. The simply function of his ranting that I heard was, `` I 'm going to state, Margo. '' I was crying by then and scared to death. I cracked the threshold to plead with him. He was already dressed. `` You ca n't. You ca n't. '' `` But you came in there when I was in the exhibitioner !"

I do n't recall how recollective I pleaded with him, but then an idea came into my headspring. `` I 'll read off my clothes for you. '' Now he may not stimulate been occupy in young lady at that age, but that was an idea that he could n't defy. `` OK, '' he said.

It was only then that real panic set in for me. I could n't believe what I had said. I was trapped. So I backed into my way and he followed. `` Close the threshold ,. '' - of course nobody was home plate, but you understand -"and turn around."He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, place and jeans.

"OK,"I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra.

I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it was n't much different than my bathing suit of clothes. But then he said, `` But you said ! '' I was still trapped.

'' Turn around, again. '' I turned around, too. bout streaming down my grimace, Standing back to second with him, I took off the bra and dropped my pantie to the flooring. `` OK, '' I said again.

He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly I let my hands drop to my sides, revealing my tussock of hair and everything else for that matter. He stood like in a spell. Finally, one word, barely audible. `` Wow. '' I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on.

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A few workweek later, I guess Paul had been working up his own bravery. He decided to deform mesa on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he did n't lead. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, `` You 'd better take your dress off NOW ! ! !. Everything ! ! ! ! '' I heard the sounds of wearing apparel being unfastened and dropped to the floor.

When I turned, he was standing there hiding his privates. `` semen on, '' I said. `` I ca n't, '' he said. `` Come on ! ! '' He moved his hands away and his penis was standing straight out. think what I said ! `` Wow."

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When mom and dad were out, we would often find a way to see each other naked like that, especially in the exhibitor. We got over the shyness about using the commode with each other in the room. Paul always liked to watch my pee come out and a few times, I did it in the shower stall for him. We even talked about our experiences with the paired sex.

At this point, I was letting boys feel me up and rub my panties. One day, Apostle of the Gentiles came in while I was showering. I asked him, `` Will you come in and wash off my backbone ? '' It was something I 'd been dreaming about for months. He undressed and came in. I turned my cover and gave him the easy lay. Of line, I had n't really thought much beyond getting my back washed.

St. Paul lathered my spinal column, and then my shoulder and then he reached around in front and washed me there. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo sound. I purred, `` mmmmmm, '' and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my ass. Then I turned and said, `` Wash my legs."

He was pretty humiliated, but also excited. So he knelt down on one articulatio genus and started with my fundament. As he worked his way up, I had decision to work. `` You can wash me there, too. '' I had never let a boy actually touch my puss, though some tested to push my panty aside or splay their manpower inside. Let 's just say that Paul did a wonderful job and I was moaning as he washed me there. `` Oh that feeling good, Paul."

'' Your play, '' I eventually said. I took the goop and lathered his back. He was so mucscular, so beautiful. `` turning around. '' I washed his now solid thorax very affectionately and, a short nervously, started to rub soap on his member and balls. Then I too knelt down and washed his peg. Do n't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him viva sex.

When I got to the top of his legs, I felt like his privates needed some more cleaning. His shaft felt so strong in my bridge player. `` Keep doing that, '' he said between recondite breathing space. By then I was odd what would happen, though I knew from a theoretic perspective. All of a sudden, spermatozoan guess out in bursts. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my impudence. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.

After it was over, I stood up and he washed me off. Then we hugged tight, our wet soundbox pressed together. `` Oh, Margo. '' He held me tight and we kissed like lovers. Maybe, we really were.

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Mom and Dad did n't leave Paul and me home alone all that often, and sometimes the timing was n't just right. So after we had showered together that wonderful prison term, our sex life history progressed with other kids.

At the meter, I was going out with Mark, a boy a bit older than me. And after I had felt Apostle Paul 's hand washing my cunt and seen him come in the shower, I had different mind about my limits when alone with a boy. Deutschmark and I had a front-runner barn to park behind, and as usual, we got into the endorse seat.

When he reached up under my blouse and felt my bra, I said, `` Why do n't you take it off ? '' And while he was doing that, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He saw my breasts for the first clip and it was delicious to have got him rubbing me there. He kissed me there, too, and that was really wonderful. I did n't cease him when he slid his helping hand into my scanty under my chick and felt how wet I was. I was soon cumming as he did something I never expected - he slid his digit into my vagina and started sliding it in and out. Oh god so that was what fucking must sense like.

And I had opened his belt and zipper and pushed down his BVDs. I had never done that before, but now I had in creative thinker what had happened with my brother. I took his prick out and started rubbing. It was n't long before we were both a mess with his sperm.

We both snuck abode that night without being discovered, despite an obvious stain on my skirt and one on his shirt. I told him he 'd meliorate volunteer to do the laundry.

Mom and Dad went away for a weekend, so Saint Paul and I did n't wait five minutes before we hopped into the cascade together. He 'd been getting pretty far with my friend Carol, though they both swore they had n't had sex yet. Anyway, the pleasure of being washed by such a gorgeous man was still intense. We took our time lathering each other 's backs. Then facing each other, I scrubbed his wonderful dresser as his hands slid over my breasts. That sure was wonderful. My nipples were hard and I could sense myself getting aroused inside.

He knelt down in battlefront of me, first kissing and sucking on my mammilla, then kissing my tummy. As he was washing my thighs he started to kiss my pubic hair.

Oh my Oh my OH MY. Before he started washing my snatch, his glossa licked my snatch sassing and I could feel warm slippery juices running down my leg with the water. I had to lean against the wall, I was getting so weak in the knees. He was licking between my lips now. Then two fingers were up inside me, fucking me, oh yessssss. What had Christmas carol been teaching him ? Oh yessss. I was crying out with pleasure.

After he knew I was quenched, he stood up and I finished washing him. I knelt down to lave his feet and legs and especially his wonderful cock and his balls. I was n't exactly sure as shooting how to do this, but after the water had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his phallus at the tip, while I was holding it with my manus. I knew what I had to do, but once again, I was aflutter. I tried putting a lilliputian bit in my lip. Paul moaned and, well, I did n't die. I pushed my face down over it more and started bobbing my pass so it went in and out of my oral fissure. It was Saint Paul that was leaning against the paries and moaning now. Then he said, `` Look out, I 'm cumming, '' and pulled himself out of my backtalk. Sperm started squirting everywhere again including on my cheek. I do n't make love why, but I wanted him to fetch up in my backtalk. I took his turncock back in and felt the last spasms of cum in my throat.

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We both had dates that night and I gave Mark the like favour. Boy was he surprised. He gave me the pleasure of his fingerbreadth and we both got totally naked for the first time, but he would n't work out my kitty-cat. I went home pleased but feeling a fiddling cheat on and went to bed. Apostle of the Gentiles came back a half time of day later.

I lay awake for maybe another half hour thinking about Paul the Apostle. Then, only in my nightie, I went across to his room and pushed the door open.

'' Apostle Paul, are you still wake ?"

'' Yes."

'' Can I come in ?"

'' OK."

'' Paul the Apostle ?"

'' Yes ?"

'' I really liked what we did in the exhibitioner today."

'' Can we do it again ?"

'' OK"

And I slipped into his bed. I tried to get under the covers with him, but a twin bed is really low. It was n't long before the covers were on the floor and he was laying on top of me. Then my gown was on the floor and his pajama were gone. He was laying on top of me, his gruelling cock pressed against my belly. We were kissing and his men were massaging my chest. He slid down and kissed my mamilla and slid down down down some more.

What a feeling. Laying naked on a bed. My legs spread wide for a male who was intemperate and beautiful. Soon his read/write head was between my legs and he was once again that day licking my pussy.

He leaned up to watch his fingers go into my love jam. `` You 're so beautiful, sis. '' He was thrusting thrusting jab and I was rocking with pleasure. When he pushed his face into my puss and drove his knife in, I cried out. I suppose it was done better by other men later in my life, but to me then it was the most wonderful affair ever.

I pushed him over and crawled between his legs. I kissed his leg and then his pecker and then took him in my sassing. I 'm sure he had better later in life too, but he was moaning with pleasure and thrusting his cock up into my mouth as my mouth slid up and down over him for the ten bit it took him to cum in my mouth. I just swallowed it. Oh how I wished he was n't my buddy and we could progress to tangible love.

The bed was uncomfortably minor and we wanted to continue together, so we just crawled down onto the carpet with the canvas and cover charge. We stayed awake for an hour, playing with each other, his fingers up inside me, his stopcock getting hard again, being stroked, more viva sex.

In the morning, we awoke, took another rattling shower and I made flapcake for him. I told him about Mark and he told me Carol loved oral exam sex on her but would n't go down on him. We both chuckled.

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wellspring, eventually, when I was 16, I ditched Mark in favour of Carlo, a college kid who did n't believe in virginity and was quite persuasive. Mom put me on the tab when she found out what was happening, but Carlo and I still used condoms.

Paul and Carol started fucking and were inseparable. She eventually consented to giving him oral sex and they managed to get together a couple of sentence a week. You would accept thought they were married except that sex took berth in a car or kinsperson room.

Paul and I continued in our trailer truck chaste mode and went to bed to play together on the rare juncture when Mom and Dad took off for a weekend.

On one such occasion, we went into Mom and Dad 's sleeping room for our common high jinks. But it was getting old for us. After all, fillet is never fun, though you ca n't complain about getting oral sex. It 's just that it seemed silly and when you are in bed with someone, your inhibitions are already down.

So this time, as we pulled the covers down and I had kissed St. Paul passionately, I asked him, `` Paul, will you throw love to me tonight ? I mean, really really make dearest to me ? '' There was a snag on my face. He pulled me close, kissed me forever, and slid me out of my clothes. Then he stood back from me, looked at my body from point to toe, and said, `` Margo, I love you so. You are so beautiful."

'' No condom, I said."

We rushed back together. I ripped his dress off. We verily crashed onto the bed.

I was immediately on my rear with my stage as far apart as they could go. We 'd had enough foreplay before and did n't postulate any tonight. Paul laid over me and I felt his cock against my pussy. He was kissing me and squeezing my white meat as I felt him slide up inside me. I wrapped my ramification around him as his powerful shot slammed into me. I was cumming immediately, it was so rattling, so exciting, so long awaited. He was hammering the end of my vagina and I was crying out with pleasure. I felt his juices explode inside me over and over with each stroke.

We made love like that seven times that weekend. Why had we denied ourselves so long ?
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