Amy’s Ardent Boyfriend

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There are a few things I’d like to say about this story before I get started telling it. First, as Amy said at the beginning of her story, if you’re looking for a story where people meet up, rip off their clothes and have sex in three pages, this story is not for you.

If, on the other hand, you are patient and appreciate a well-paced story that just keeps getting hotter and hotter, read on. I assure you that by the time you get to the end of this story you will be sitting at the computer screen with either a rigid quivering erection or a stiff hard little clit sticking out of a throbbing and slick vagina, as the case might be. As a matter of fact I’d appreciate hearing exactly how far into the story you get before you start masturbating. One way you might do this is call up the Literotica audio phone line and talk about the part that got you going. A two minute read might reveal a lot about the effect this story has on you. Another way would be to just drop us an e mail.

Even though this story is titled “Amy’s Ardent Boyfriend” the story is not about Amy. It’s about me, years before I met Amy.

Both Amy and Bob have been after me to write this story for some time. I guess it has been six months or so since Bob published his first story called “Amy’s Intimate Confession” and Amy followed up with “Amy’s Intimate Cries and Whispers.”

I’m not much of a writer, so finally Bob got exasperated with me and gave me a cassette recorder to tell my story on, then Amy transcribed it into writing. Amy tells me it gave her some really good ideas for us to try out as well as several great orgasms.

While this is about my “sisters” Sandy, Susan, and me, they’re really not my sisters in the genetic sense. I am a step-brother, they however, are real sisters. We had been raised together for most of our lives. We are still on good terms and Sandy, even now is writing a story to be published by “Intimate Confessions” sometime in the future; watch for it!

Both girls now reside on the West Coast and although I hope Amy and I can have an “Intimate Encounter” with them sometime in the future, it may be a while as both girls are now married with kids. We still talk on the phone and have had some pretty hair raising phone sex, but travel, is expensive and except for Bob, we are all people of limited means. Amy and I count ourselves lucky to have been able to travel to Park City last summer where we met Bob.

One last word about the story content. Out of every twenty-five or thirty women, there is one or two who discharge a forceful stream of liquid when they climax after extreme arousal. I have been fortunate enough to meet and sleep with several in my lifetime. Susan and Sandra are both such women and so is Amy. As a matter of fact when I made this happy discovery with Amy, it sort of closed the deal on our relationship. Icing on the cake you might say.

What I am trying to get around to saying that this trait is not involved with “Water sports” or “Golden Showers.” Although I personally have nothing against these and even more perverted practices as you will soon discover once you get past my rambling bullshit and into the heart of the story, the girls in this story aren’t pissing, they’re coming.

Long before I met Amy, I became addicted to watching and being watched.

When I was younger, still living at home with my parents, I slept in a room that was directly next to both of my sisters, a common door connected our rooms, but it remained closed most of the time.

Every once in a while, when I could not sleep, I would knock on the door and talk with them. There was nothing going on, I would simply sit on the floor between their beds and talk about stuff.

Now my sisters were not unattractive, but I never thought about it one way or the other. Susan had shoulder length jet-black hair and a nice little figure. She was petite, maybe 5 foot 2. I still can’t understand bra sizes, so I can’t say what size her breasts were, but they were proportionate to her height and weight.

Sandy, who was a year older was two or three inches taller, also very pretty with blonde, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. Again, her figure was about normal. She had (and still has) a great smile.

Well, the whole thing started late one night when I awoke from one of those dreams that you can’t remember exactly, but it left me painfully erect. Usually I would simply have masturbated, but for some reason, I lay there in the dark tingling, letting my erection subside.

Our parents were on a weekend church retreat and they had left the three of us at home alone to shift for ourselves. The house was silent and dark without them. Our parents were notorious night owls and the quiet was almost oppressive.

After tossing and turning for some time, I got up and knocked lightly on their door, I heard Sandy say softly, “Come in.” I opened the door and walked in and sat between their beds.

Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack Giresun Escort of same.

I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a lousy kisser when she dumped me.

“You a lousy kisser, I don’t believe it!”

Well, that’s what she said,” I replied

“I still don’t believe it,” she said, rolling over so her face was near mine.

“Try me,” she said.


“Give me a kiss,” I’ll give you my impartial opinion as a girl.

“This is kind of weird,” I said

“I insist, if you’re a lousy kisser, I’ll tell you.”

I moved closer and said, “OK, but you have to promise to be honest.”

I leaned closer and our lips met, I gave her a brotherly peck and pulled back.

“That’s no good” she fumed, “if you kissed Christine like that, I can see why she dumped you.”

“You’re my sister,” I said, “It’s different.”

“Bullshit,” she replied, “If you want my opinion, then you’re going to have to give me a kiss.”

“OK,” I said, “but this is really weird.”

I leaned toward her and this time when our mouths met we really kissed. I felt her lips part and her tongue slippeing into my mouth and I kissed her back with real feeling. The kiss may have lasted thirty seconds or so, but when we broke off, something entirely unexpected had happened to me; I got an erection.

Not only that, but it was the kind of raging boner that boys get when they first kiss a girl, I was grateful for the darkened bedroom as I sat down, eager to hide the embarrassing truth that I had become sexually aroused kissing my sister.

“Well, how did I do?” I asked.

“You could use some work, but you’re definitely in the ball-park, Christine is a retard.”

I sat in the darkness with my hard on thankfully subsiding talking about this and that until we returned again to the subject of our lack of romance.

Sandy lamented being without a boyfriend for so long, then she said, “I guess I’ll just have continue rubbing off and going without.”

I was shocked. Our talks had never gone in that direction before and I wasn’t sure what to say to that.

I mumbled something about being in the same boat, my cheeks flushing.

Sandy leaned over and whispered, “What do you think about?”

“What do you mean what do I think about?” I asked

Lowering her voice even more, she said, “You know, when you’re masturbating.”

“I don’t know, just stuff, you know girls, my old girlfriend, Christine, you know, stuff”

“Do you think about making out with Christine?” she asked.

“Sometimes,” I replied.

Sandy lowered her voice slightly, “Do you imagine doing stuff with her that you guys never really got around to trying?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Because it’s pretty much the same with me, I think about stuff I wished I’d done or stuff that he wanted to do that I wouldn’t do and wished I had done it.

Then I asked, “What else do you think about?”

She replied, taking her time, “Well sometimes I think about the guys who look at me at the pool.”

“What does that do?” I asked, not really understanding what she meant.

“You’re not a girl, so you might not understand, but when I see some guy looking at me, sometimes it’s very arousing. I’ll think about what that guy would do if he could see me naked and what I’d do if he could watch me.”

The conversation was having a real effect on me as I sat on the floor and I realized that the erection inside my boxers was returning with a vengeance. I was also feeling a curious freedom in this development. I knew that Sandy couldn’t see me.

“I had quite a dream just before I came in here,” I said.

“What was it about?” Sandy asked.

“I can’t really remember,” I said, “but when I woke up I was as hard as a rock.”

I heard a catch in Sandy’s voice as she asked, “Did you jack off?”

“No, I just let it go away.

“I had a dream like that a couple nights ago,” Sandy said

I said nothing and she continued, “I dreamed that I was with my old boyfriend and we were both at his house in his room making out like we used to do, except this time his sister was watching.”

“That sounds like a pretty hot dream, were you dressed or what.”

“It was really nasty.. She was just sitting on the couch fully dressed in a skirt and a blouse, watching at first,” Sandy said, “After a while, I looked over and she was squeezing her legs together and rocking back and forth on the couch while I gave her brother a hand job.”

My dick was throbbing as I continued to ask Sandy more and more explicit questions.

“Was he touching your pussy?” I asked.

There was a catch in Sandy’s voice as she replied, “Yes, I felt like such a slut.”

“What happened then?” I asked

I heard Sandy shift on the bed and was unable to resist touching my hard cock which was leaking a little as she replied, “She started to talk to us, she said, “Sandy, you’re such a slut, keep on jacking him off.”

In the darkness, I heard my sister’s uneven breathing as she concluded lamely, Giresun Escort Bayan “That’s it, then I woke up.”

There were a few moments of silence and then Sandy said, “When I woke up I was so hot, I wanted to finish the dream,, I mean, my nipples were tingling and I just felt like I was going to jump out of my skin.”

A few more moments of silence and then she asked, “Does it bother you, I mean talking about my nipples and all?” she asked.

“No,” I said, “I kind of like it.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m weird or anything, but talking about like this is actually making me feel sort of aroused,” she said.

“It is?”

“Yeah, it kind of really is, as a matter of fact my nipples are actually kind of hard right now.”

“They are?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, they are.”

I gathered up my courage and said, “I’m kind of glad to hear that, because I’ve gotten kind of hard sitting here myself, I’m glad that I’m not alone.”

In the dark I heard her whisper back, “I can assure you that you aren’t alone.”

I digested that and then I said, “Actually, I’m more than just a little hard, I can’t believe that this is making me so horny.”

I heard her take a breath and then she whispered,”To tell the truth, after we finish talking, after you go back to your room, I’m going to have some unfinished business to take care of.”

“I guess I will too.” I replied.



“How hard is your dick right now?”

I reached down and gingerly felt my cock.

“It’s sticking up and making a tent in my boxers, the tip is leaking and it feels about as hard as it can get, how turned on are you?”

I heard her slide her hand under her covers, there was a moments silence and then she said, “I’m really slippery, my clit is standing up and tingling and my nipples are so hard they hurt.”

“Oh man, that’s really hot, I think my dick just got harder hearing you say that.”

“She said, Wait a second,” I heard her hand slide under the covers again, this time for a longer period and then she said, “My cunt just got wetter too.”

I hesitated for a second and then I said, “If I was alone in my room right now, I’d be jacking off.”

“Me too,” she said and then she asked, “What’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever thought about?”

I hesitated for a moment, and then I said, “Do you remember last summer when you and Susan spent all that time tanning in the backyard?”

I wasn’t sure, but it seemed that Sandy’s voice was a bit uneven when she said, “Yes, we did that almost every day.”

“Well, once you were laying on a towel with the straps to your top off and Susan was rubbing oil on your back, I don’t know why, but I got really excited seeing that.”

“Did you jack off?”

“Um, yes.”

“Did you think about me and Suzy naked?”

“Yes, I imagined that I was rubbing oil on your legs and I slowly worked my way up and you were letting me and Suzy was watching, rubbing oil all over herself and then she came over and started rubbing oil; on my cock.

“Oh, Jeez, that’s hot,” Sandy whispered, “Did you rub lotion on your cock and imagine that we were doing it to you?”

“Yes, I did”

She was silent for a few moments and then she said, “I like it that you were watching us.” I heard her shift in bed again and then she said, “This conversation is really getting to me, I feel like rubbing my clit even though you’re sitting right here”

I said, “Well maybe we should stop talking like this, I mean, we can’t do anything about it.”

“I know,” she said, “but it’s kind of too bad that we can’t help each other out somehow.”

“What could we do?” I asked, “I mean, we’re related.”

Almost as if she hadn’t heard me, she continued, “Talking isn’t doing and this is kind of fun.”

A few more seconds passed and then I asked, “Did you really like being watched?”

“Well, I didn’t know you were watching us at the time, but it’s exciting thinking of you looking at my body.”

Sandy shifted in her bed again and said, “If we keep talking, we’re going to wake Susan up.”

“I guess you’re right” I said, “I’m going to get up and go back to my room, but you’ve got to turn and face the wall when I do.”

“Why?” Sandy asked innocently.

“Because I am so turned on and it’s not fair that you see me like this when I can’t hide it and since you’re covered up I can’t see anything.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, “I’ll pull down the covers so you can see me and we can walk to your room together. You turn on your desk lamp, we both can look at each other as long as we want. I’ll come back here and you can go on to bed and we’ll both know what’s going on in the other room, but we won’t have done anything we’ll really regret.”

I didn’t say anything and she continued, “I mean we aren’t perverts or anything, but there’s no harm in looking and anyway we I’m not naked or anything, but I’ll bet you still like what you see”

“All right,” I said, getting to my feet.

I heard her slide the Escort Giresun covers down and she stood up. In the darkness, I could barely make out her shape, but I was close enough to smell the soap in her hair. As we walked toward the door that separated our rooms, she took my hand in hers and that simple act sent waves of excitement coursing through my body.

We passed through the door and she shut it behind her.

“I don’t want the light to wake up Suzy,” she said as she groped toward my desk.

I heard the light click and even though it was a low watt bulb, it seemed very bright. Sandy turned around and faced me.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

She was wearing an oversized mans shirt that had been through the wash many, many times. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her nipples clearly outlined through the material of the shirt. It was unbuttoned far enough for me to be able to see her cleavage. The shirt fell halfway down her legs, which were smooth and slightly tan from the summer.

“Wow” I replied, “You’re really pretty , I can’t understand why your love life is sucking.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she giggled, pointing at the tent in my boxers.

“A little,” I admitted.

“Why don’t you get into bed and take your underpants off?” she asked, “I’ll shut off the light when I leave.

I didn’t have to be asked twice. Standing there like that was very exciting, but it was also a little embarrassing in a way and sort of painful. What I didn’t know that as soon as I was in bed and I slid the boxers off, the sheer feeling of freedom would triple my excitement.

My cock sprang free and was standing as rigid as a pole when Sandy knelt by the bed and said, “Do you want to talk some more?”

“If you do”

“Do you want me to turn out the light while we do” she asked.

“OK,” I said, go ahead.

“First, you’ve got to look at me,” she said.

“I am looking at you”

“No,” she said, “I mean like this.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt slowly until it was hanging open, exposing part of her soft breasts. She then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down until they were on the middle of her thighs. With her fingers, she parted her labia and stepped up next to the bed, about a foot away.

As she stood motionless, I could see that she was very wet. Her lips were swollen and red and as I watched a slow drip of clear liquid fell onto the crotch of her panties.

It seemed like forever that she stood there and then she pulled her panties up and re-buttoned her shirt. She turned toward the desk and clicked the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.

Then she knelt beside the bed again and whispered, “Did you like what you saw.”

I was speechless for a moment and then I said, “Oh yes, you are so beautiful.”

“I’ll bet you’re really feeling nasty now,” She said in an uneven voice, “I know I am.”

“Oh man,” I said I am so horny now I just want to get off.”

“Me too,” she whispered in my ear.

I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she continued, “Do you know what I’m going to do when I go back in my room?”

“I can guess,” I said.

“I’m going to take off this shirt and my panties and rub my pussy, I’m not even going to pull the covers over me, do you know why?”

“Why,” I gasped

“Because I want Suzy to wake up and see what I’m doing.”

My cock gave a lurch and began to dribble pre come under the covers. Almost with a will of it’s own. My hand gently touched it and slid the head around on the palm of my hand.

Her lips actually touched my ear as she breathed excitedly, “Sometimes we do it in front of each other, Suzy and me.” I heard slippery sounds coming from her and I realized that she was touching herself.

“What are you doing?” I gasped

“Being a slut,” she whispered, I need to stop rubbing my slippery cunt right now and go back in my room and I will in just a second, I just want to talk a little longer.”

I slid my hand up and down my cock slowly, making a discernible wet noise, I didn’t care, I couldn’t help myself.

“You’re doing it too, aren’t you?,” she said.

“Just a little,” I said, “we’d better cool it, I’m so horny, I’m liable to do anything.”

“Me too,” she said, removing her hand from her pussy, “See, I’m stopping.”

Releasing my aching member, I asked, “Do you guys really do it in front of each other?”

“We have,” she said, “I woke up one night and she was going at it, you know, rubbing her clit. I went into the bathroom and got myself off. Later we talked about it and agreed that it was really no big deal, so now sometimes we….do what you and I’ve been doing.”

“But you’re both girls,” I said, “doesn’t it seem….weird?”

“Actually, it’s pretty hot, we talk to each other like you and I are…..and we show off for each other.”

“How?” I asked

“We play games, model nightclothes, flash each other, sometimes we take a couple of hours before we get around to rubbing off. Sometimes we just lay in bed talking and rubbing. Sometimes we go in the bathroom and watch each other cream.”

“What kind of games do you play,” I asked, my hand returning to my rigid prick. Without consciously being aware of it, I was again gently teasing my cock as we whispered in the night.

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