Caught Ch. 02

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Part 2 of the 5 part series

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Created 10/17/2013
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Ashson
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I was visiting Mary, my girlfriend. There was no-one else at home and we'd graduated from the front room to her bedroom, enjoying a little bit of friendly slap and tickle. I had hopes that it might go a bit further than that.

Mary is eighteen and lives at home still, the remainder of the family being her parents and Janet, her older sister. Not much older. She's nineteen, the same as me.

Mary does not have a very high sex drive. I have successfully managed to get her to bed several times and she seemed to quite enjoy it, but I think that where sex was concerned she could take it or leave it and would just as soon leave it. So you can see that I was rather pleased to find her feeling rather amorous and receptive to my evil intentions.

We started off in the front room, kissing and some gentle petting. After a while the petting was getting a bit heavier and the kissing was certainly getting a bit heavier. Mary finally drew back and said that maybe we should continue our discussion in her room.

Oddly enough, I was the one reluctant to do so. Self-interest was the reason, pure and simple. Just walking from the front room to her room would be enough to have Mary cool down significantly, and I'd have to set to work to get her steamed up.

So it proved, but Mary was still in her amorous mood, and slowly I managed to stoke her passions until she was more receptive. Finally deciding that the time was right I started advancing the agenda. Mary's blouse became unbuttoned and I began paying some attention to her cleavage. Rejoicing in the invention of front fastening bras I unfastened said bra, finding a fine pair of breast, nipples perked up, waiting for my attentions.

I happily provided that attention, stroking and tasting them. At the same time I was starting to gently touch other places, lightly rubbing and encouraging Mary to do likewise, with me the recipient of her touches.

I was the first one exposed, with Mary unzipping me and taking hold of me, giving me a little kiss while stroking me. I murmured something about her turn and managed to lower her panties to her knees, not running into any real resistance apart from a touch of nervousness.

From that point on, as far as I was concerned, it was just going to be a matter of time. The way we were now I wouldn't really need to completely strip Mary, although I would if possible. I love seeing a nude female body lying there, waiting for me.

My hand was between her legs, stroking and probing, finding her hot and ready. Nearly ready, I should say. I could tell she wasn't quite at the point of total yielding, but it was coming. While I was teasing her, Mary, for her part, was examining my equipment, hands wrapped around it, assessing it, and hopefully finding it to her liking.

That's where we were at when Janet opened the door.

"Mary, can I borrow your purple dress?" she was saying as she entered. "Ah, what are you doing?" she asked, taking in the scene.

I looked at her, really narked. I could feel all Mary's passion just draining away and there wasn't going to be any nooky for me this morning.

Janet was standing there staring. It was pretty obvious she was fresh out of the shower. I'd only assumed she wasn't home. Her short hair was a trifle messy and still damp, and her clothing appeared to consist of a towel wrapped around her, barely covering the essentials. Quite an impressive cleavage, I noticed.

"Let's see," I said thoughtfully. "Mary's bra is open and her breasts are on display and have that freshly kissed look. Her panties are down around her knees and I've eased her legs apart and am paying some concentrated attention to her soft flesh, coaxing her pussy to flower and flow. At the same time my trousers are half off, with my cock standing firmly erect. Mary has both hands firmly attached to said cock, giving it her full attention."

I paused for a moment.

"Tell me, Janet, what do you think we were about to do?"

Janet's face was scarlet.

(Mary's was rather red, too, and she hastily let go of my cock. Damn it.)

"You can't do that here," Janet gasped.

"Um, why not," I asked.

"We just don't do that sort of thing in this family?"

Was she kidding?

"Ah, where did you and your sister come from?" I enquired with some interest. "And does this mean you're a virgin?"

"I meant while we're not married," Janet snapped.

"I see. Your virginity, you still have it?"

"Effectively," muttered Janet, not looking at me.

Effectively? What the hell did that mean?

"You intrigue me," I murmured. "I feel that the subject should be investigated further."

"No, it shouldn't," snapped Janet.

I think she was about to bolt from the room, but she was a little late. She should have bolted as soon as she saw what was going on. I reached over and snagged her arm, drawing her towards me. I also snagged her towel but decided I didn't want that and let it drop. The upshot was that a naked Janet finished up sprawled across my lap, bottom up.

Mary was giggling and hastily straightening her clothes. Janet was wriggling and pushing at me, trying to get up off my lap. The pushing hastily ceased when she found out what she'd grabbed.

"Do you mind," I murmured, sounding offended. "How would you like it if I grabbed you here?"

From the squeal, Janet would rather I did not grab her there. I smiled and left my hand resting there, rubbing lightly.

"Saying you're effectively a virgin is weaselling around the issue," I remarked. "Wouldn't you agree, Mary?"

It seemed that, yes, Mary did agree, and we both looked at Janet.

"It seems to me, Mary, that we can't trust Janet to give us a straight answer. I think we should check for ourselves."

"That does sound reasonable," Mary observed. I think she was pleased to finally have a way to score off a rather supercilious older sister.

"What the hell do you think you're going to do," asked Janet, sounding a trifle peeved. "And will you stop touching me there?"

"Actually, this is for your own good," I pointed out, continuing to massage her mound. "When I test your virginity it will help if you've been relaxed a little and this will help that."

"Exactly how do you intend to determine if Janet's a virgin?" asked Mary.

"It's pretty standard," I pointed out. "I just slip this between her lips and it will come to a halt when it finds an intact hymen."

I lightly flicked my erection to indicate what I meant. Mary giggled.

"That seems fair to me," she said. "You will take care not to break her hymen if she's intact?"

"Reluctantly, I will take all due care," I said. "It wouldn't be fair to pop her cherry when she doesn't want it popped."

"You are not sticking anything in me," protested Janet. "I won't have it."

"If you won't, you won't," I said with a sigh. "Um, how do you propose to stop me?"

It seemed Janet had no real plan bar telling me she wouldn't have it. She repeated this several times while I moved her from across my knee to being bent over the bed, my hand on her back holding her there. If she had brought her legs firmly together she might have managed something but, as it was, her legs were nicely parted with me standing between them.

All in all, Janet was nicely positioned for a bit of virginal investigation. She protested when I eased her lips apart, and squealed when she felt my erection pressing against her. Then she went silent except for little gasps as I pushed slowly in.

It appeared that the massaging I had been doing had done its work well. Janet was hot and wet and I was slipping in relatively easily. I say relatively as she was also tight, very tight. The slow steady push I was giving was effective, though. Her passage slowly yielded, closing firmly around me, but letting me continue to advance. By the time I was halfway in I saw that Mary's eyebrows had risen. Apart from a few startled gasps there had been no sign of any discomfort from Janet, and I was already too far in for Janet to have been virginal. Mary still kept her mouth shut, letting me continue to push home.

When I gave one last little push, slapping my groin firmly against Janet, Mary started.

"Well," she said. "I am surprised. After all the lectures you've given me about sex and the evils thereof, and you're not the pure young woman you pretend to be. Now why did you say you were effectively a virgin?"

"I was. I am," protested Janet. "Just because he sticks that thing in and takes it out doesn't mean I've had sex."

She hoped. Who had any intention of just taking it out? Not me.

"Ha," said Mary. "And just how did you manage to get your cherry popped? A kind doctor attended to it for you."

Janet turned and glared at Mary.

"No. You remember Andrew? He tried to make me do it one night. I screamed and there was blood and he panicked and bolted. I never did see him again. He didn't even put it all the way in. He'd just started when it hurt me and I screamed. I guess that's when he broke my hymen."

"So no-one has ever done anything like this?" I asked, pulling back and pushing firmly back in.

From the muffled shriek of "Ohmygod," I could safely assume that no-one had.

"Well, I suppose that I should do this a few times," I murmured, "so you'll know what to do when you do have sex."

That's me. Always thoughtful and thinking of the other person.

In this particular case the other person seemed a trifle confused. I think she was trying to say something, but she tended to break off, making strange noises whenever I pushed firmly into her. And I was doing a fair amount of pushing, I have to admit.

Mary was watching me teach Janet with a good deal of interest. I think she'd been on the end of a number of lectures regarding sex and hadn't liked them. Now Janet was getting a practical lesson regarding sex.

"You know, Janet, if you push to meet James when he's pushing into you, you'll find it goes a lot more smoothly. Why don't you try it?"

Janet muttered something in reply. It sounded as though she said, "OK. I'll giaaaah it a try."

To my surprise, she did. I pulled out and went sliding back in and she pushed back to meet me, letting me slide in fast and deep, and made one of those gasping cries as she did so. I was pretty sure that those sounds were little cries of surprised pleasure. She expected to hate what I was doing and found that she liked it, but it still seemed like a source of surprise to her.

From that point on things got rather intense. I was now driving in hard, establishing a fast rhythmic pattern, and Janet was responding eagerly. Her cries of surprise were now interspersed with cries of, "Yes," and "Oh, please," and she was totally immersed in what she was doing.

Her arousal was now so high that she was almost quivering with passion, passion that had, I felt, been too long suppressed. Now it was loose and she was running with it.

Her voice died away as she approached her climax. She was just giving out a soft keening note, waiting expectantly. Then she screamed and shuddered, clamping down on me and firing off my own climax. We thrashed together, our passions being burned away in the fire.

Waiting for Janet to pull herself together, Mary turned to me.

"Why haven't you ever taken me like that?" she demanded.

"You've always been too nervous for anything but the simplest approach," I told her. "I'm quite willing to show you a few interesting variations."

"Now?" she asked.

Was she kidding?

"Uh, not right now," I confessed. "Give me half an hour and I should be able to do something."

Mary nodded, decisively. Dear god, I'd better be able to perform again in half an hour. Ah, well. I was young and healthy. I should be right.

"Janet," Mary said, nudging her. "Damn it, Janet, will you pay attention."

Janet rolled over and sat up, trying to focus on Mary.

"Mmph?" she said, a model of clarity.

"James is going to teach me something new shortly. Are you going to stay and watch? You should. After all, I watched you."

Janet looked blank for a moment, then her eyes swivelled to look at me and then back to Mary.

"I'll be delighted to stay," she said, and I didn't trust the look on her face. "You never know, maybe he can please us both at once. I mean, if he's decided that I need an education in these matters he should be willing to put in the effort to teach me properly."

No, I certainly didn't trust her. Not one inch. I wondered when their parents would arrive home.

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