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I swear my cock felt like it weighed ten pounds. It lay fat and thick in my right hand, and I bounced it up and down as I stared at my luscious sister sunbathing in our backyard. Smack, smack, smack. She was getting ready to go to the beach next week with a bunch of her fellow seniors and determined to get rid of strap marks for her new Vickies’ bikini, a real reason for a hard-on. I stroked my blood-hot prick, played with the heavily ridged head and smiled as it rose and pointed at the ceiling, dripping lubricant. I could almost hear my sister screaming as I fondled my aching balls and watched her sit up and stuff her lovely boobs back into her tiny bikini top. I looked forward to tearing that off with my teeth. She had been teasing me for years, and now it was going escort to be my turn, she was going to become my cumslut, my luscious and eager sex slave. So far, although I had only enjoyed a half-dozen, every girl I pronged begged for more. Then she stood, picked up her big towel, tossed it over her shoulder and headed for the back door. I retreated to my computer chair and stood behind it, still fiercely engorged, my balls in turmoil, my cock rearing well above the horizontal, and my fat scotum tensing at its base. I rubbed it up and down the chair back, enjoying the friction. Now, I had decided was the time. We were alone in the house and would be until lunchtime. “Hey, Slutty,” I yelled as she passed my door on her way to her room. I had called her that bayan escort since I was ten and she was twelve. She came and stood in the doorway, posing, hand on raised hip, her model pose, one foot before the other, the look disdainful, the nipples and sex lips clearly defined. “What do you want, nerd?” she asked with a smile. Sometimes she called me jerko or dope or flake or something, but nerd was her favorite except when she wanted me to drive her somewhere. “Got something to show you,” I said with a grin, my rigid cock in my hand. I could barely encircle it. It throbbed and pulsed. The last time I measured, it was nearly eight inches long and more than seven in circumference. “Uh huh,” she said, “been jerking off to computer porn?” “Nope, just escort bayan thinking about you,” and I stepped out from behind my chair and let go of my throbbing prick. She gasped, put her hand to her mouth and took a step back, dropping her towel. “Migawd,” she gasped, “when did that happen?” “Had a growth spurt in the spring; you remember. High water pants you called it.” “It doesn’t even look real.” She came toward me a couple of steps, licking her lips. “I never saw anything so big and, and, and, well, frightening.” It jerked and rose even more, oozing lube now. “Nice, isn’t it?” I grinned, proud of it of course. I doubted there was another sixteen year old with such a tool. I sure hadn’t seen one in the showers. She looked up at me and got closer. I could smell her. “That’s not the word, Jerko, it’s beautiful.” She reached out a forefinger and poked it. It jumped and waved from side to side, absolutely rigid. “Want a sample?” I asked, unsure of myself since this was not going as I thought it would.
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