THE RELUCTANT KISSING TUTOR
My name is Sandra Wolchinowski. I know that is a hard name to pronounce so right up front I will tell you that most of my friends call me Sandy W. That is because my best friend is a girl called Sandy Simpson and I guess it can be confusing sometimes.
My parents are both second generation Polish Americans and they like to speak Polish at home when they don’t want me or my brother to understand what they are saying. I never had any interest in learning it because it was hard enough just to learn English and speak it correctly. All the old ladies in the park outside our little attached house never let me forget what a bad girl I am for not learning our “native” tongue. My brother doesn’t even pay any attention to such things because all he is interested in is getting laid. It is really sickening to listen to him and his loser friends talking about “pussy” this and “pussy” that and I know for a fact both he and his nerdy friends were not scoring any ass that I knew about.
I have just recently returned from Penn State after graduating “cum laude” with lots of student loans and no prospects for any employment in the area. I was reluctant to strike out on my own because I was certain it was the same story almost everywhere young people were looking for a meaningful jobs. Sure, I could get a job real easy at the Wal-Mart or even waitressing for shitty pay and hoping for good tips. I hadn’t heard of any museums looking for apprentice anthropologists anywhere.
My old room looked just the same and I found my diary still locked in the writing desk where I had placed it 4 years ago. Looking back on my thoughts as a 17 year old inexperienced teenager, I had to laugh at my naïve attitudes about sex and thing that seemed trivial to me now.
The entire narrative about how my younger 16 year old brother had blackmailed me into performing certain services for him brought back memories of that time of innocence. He was always a devious boy but I never expected him to take photos of me humping my giant Ninja Turtle bare-assed naked. He taunted me with the possibility of him showing the photos to our parents. The very thought of that made me shudder in total mortification.
At that time in my life, when I was almost 18, I could boast of having been given it good and hard in the back seat of my stupid boyfriend’s car. It was a strange place to lose your cherry, but less strange than taking it bent over the principal’s desk in a bid for “extra credit”.
Those were my only two experiences with actual cocks taking up residence inside my almost brand-new pussy, but I had already become a fairly accomplished dispenser of oral pleasure to quite a few of my male classmates and even a couple of my very close female playmates.
My loser brother had never even seen a real live pussy when he proposed that I “tutor” him on all things of a sexual nature to help him score some pussy and relieve him of his “virgin” status.
I really wanted to slap that smug, self-satisfied smirk off his impish face when he waved the incriminating photos right under my nose. However, all I could do was cry in complete frustration because I knew he had me tied up good and tight.
“Randy, I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to be doing something like that. You are my brother, after all!”
“It’s all right, sis, you have a different father and I have a different mom so we are not real blood-related brother and sister. We just happen to live together and we each have a parent who fucks the other.”
I thought about that for a moment and realized he did make a lot of sense.
“What exactly do you want me to do?”
My “brother” Randy walked over to my bedroom door and locked it. Fortunately, my parents usually respected my locked door and didn’t think it strange at all because I was a very obedient and well-behaved daughter.
“For starters, I want you to show me exactly how girls like to be kissed on the lips, the face, the ears, and the throat.”
I had to giggle because the thought of doing something like that with my own brother never entered my mind before. My younger brother was only about 14 months younger than me and he was actually pretty handsome in a nerdy sort of way. I mean, he was no football jock or anything like that, but he had nice hair, and deep blue eyes and the whitest teeth of any boy in high school. About 2 short weeks ago, I had even seen his pecker when his door was partially open after taking a shower. It had made me sort of hot and bothered causing me to run into my room and rubbing out a good one right away. For a 16 year old boy, he had a real impressive cock. It was actually bigger than either my stupid boyfriend’s or the depraved principal, Mr. Hardison’s.
“Scoot closer to me, Randy, and put your arm around my shoulders. Make it seem natural like you really feel your arms belong there and not like you are trying to stake out a claim on my body.”
Randy did as I instructed him and held me in tight against his muscular chest. I could feel his heart beating fast and I knew right away that he could smell my perfume and felt the soft pressure of my boobs on his arm. I didn’t notice it at the time, but I guess I started to breathe a little faster myself.
“Now lean in and keep good eye contact with my eyes. Yes, just like that! When you see me part my lips just a little bit, that is the signal to make lip contact. Just press your lips softly at first and then gradually increase the pressure to see if I open my mouth and allow you to enter inside. If I do let you into my mouth with your tongue that means my pussy is yours to play with as well.”
Randy slowly leaned forward and soon I was lost in the sea of wet tongue to tongue combat. I just could not imagine this to be my brother, so I closed my eyes and all I saw was Brad Pitt shoving his tongue down my throat. I wanted to shout out “Make me take it, Brad!”
We pulled back and regrouped and did the whole exercise again several more times until I was satisfied that Randy was on the right track with his kissing. He thanked me and told me that tomorrow night we would be doing “something different”. He didn’t tell me what it was and that made me more excited than anything else. I was all jittery about what I was going to have to do the next evening and my imagination carried me into all sorts of very kinky possibilities.
The very next evening, I put on my best thong and made sure my pussy and my little brown eye were spotless just in case Randy wanted instruction on the correct procedures for actual penetration of either of those openings.
But all Randy was interested in for the second lesson was “how to remove a bra” and the different ways to kiss, rub, squeeze, lick, bite, and suck female boobs in a way that would make them aroused and ready for action below the waistline.
The bra thing was a lot of fun and we giggled and laughed as we did it over and over again. The touch of his lips on my nipples made my juices start to run non-stop but I never said a word to my brother because it would have given him a big head. His sucking action was making me crazy with the desire to have his cock between my legs but I concealed it from him and just told him,
“You are starting to get it a lot better!”
After almost 2 hours of this very interesting exercise, I was weak-kneed with my need to have a cock inserted deep into my pussy and I ran into the bathroom when Randy left and punished my clit real good with my flexible hairbrush. I spurted streams of juice on the shower floor and let the cleansing water wash my sordid depravity down the drain in an absolution of renewed grace.
It seemed like an eternity for the next evening’s fun to begin. I was absolutely determined that no matter what happened, Randy would not leave my bedroom without sticking his long hard cock deep into my long-deprived pussy.
I had purposely not worn any bra or thong that would get in the way of my hotly-desired impalement and had lubricated my openings for easy access and quick entry. I wanted it in my pussy real bad, but I would be willing to settle for taking it in my ass or mouth if he had such a preference. All I knew for sure was that I just had to have it tonight.
“Sis, I want you to show me how to eat a girl’s pussy and make her feel real good.”
I thought about it and it sounded so good to me that I figured if it had to be that exercise for this evening then we could always do the serious fucking the following night.
“Randy, spread my pussy wide open. The area up on top, that is my clitoris. That is the area that women love to have licked and sucked most of all. The little hard nub in the center is my little button, my “pearl”. When you lick me and suck me, you need to give it a lot of attention. Down there near the bottom is my vaginal opening. That is where you stick your cock after I am really wet and wide open to take you in. You can start by licking my clitoris and then I will have you push your tongue up deep into my vagina so you can feel how tight I am down there.”
The next 2 hours were sheer bliss. I had so many orgasms that I lost count and didn’t care. My bed sheets were so wet with my female juices that it looked like I had wet my bed. I could see my juices dribbling down off Randy’s chin like some thick Alfredo sauce from a succulent entrée.
“Randy, you can stop now. I think you have the idea real good. If you use that with your girlfriends, you will probably get all the pussy you can handle. Girls tend to eat that up when they are eaten out by a guy that takes the time to hit all the hidden corners.”
I kissed my brother hard on the lips and tasted my juices in his mouth. I could feel my oozing pussy lose more juice and felt it run down the insides of my legs. I wanted real bad to ask him to fuck my pussy right then and there but we had run out of time and I knew my parents would become suspicious if my brother stayed in my room too late at night. I watched him exit and head back to his bedroom with a burning feeling deep in my pussy that tomorrow night would be the night for him to flood my pussy with his creamy load.
At school, I had to go to the girl’s bathroom at least 3 times to relieve my pussy pressure with my flying fingers. All I could think about was how his cock would feel inside my pulsating pussy. I prayed he would not mind how very tight I was due to my relative inexperience.
When he came into my room shortly after dinner, all I was wearing was my six inch heels and the crotchless pantyhose I had slipped from the mail before my mom got her delivery. I knew that was her “thing” with her new hubby.
“Randy, tonight we are going to do the main course, so don’t think up any side dishes.”
My brother got the message right away when I handed him the condom. My last lesson before getting fucked hard and proper was to show him how to put it on his beautiful long hard cock. I fell asleep with the open diary still on my lap.
Right then, there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Hey, Sis, if you have time, there is one more lesson I really need.”
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