slightly I was able to nudge my nose against the source of it, and to lick a little gently with my tongue. There was only the ecstasy in my head and the dreamy seeking with my mouth. Gunilla lay, gently pressing my head with her thighs.
After awhile I sat up and looked at all of her again very carefully. I felt dazed, and unreal, and full of wonder. Finally I lifted my eyes and saw her face. I was startled back to reality. This was a girl, Gunilla, a person before me. Until now it had been only the miracle, the discovery, the incredible object. It was as though Lancelot had found the Holy Grail, then suddenly discovered it was alive and real.
I opened my mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come. I just kept staring at her. Finally I reached out and touched her thigh. She smiled. The spell was broken. Gunilla put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. I was startled. It was my first kiss. But in a moment the taste of her lips, the pressure in the small of my back brought the dream, the excitement flowing back into me. My hands were on her, feeling the supple softness of her. Unconsciously I began to stroke. Her mouth gradually opened against mine, and her tongue ran along my upper lip, gently licking and tantalizing it. My blood leaped at the incredible sensation. Her tongue slid over my lower lip, grew more full, and ran lightly into my mouth. I shuddered. My hands ranged over her body. Her tongue pushed my lips apart, kneading its way between my teeth, and swelling up against the roof of my mouth. The tingling sensation coursing everywhere was excruciating, like pain. I tried to kiss her back, the excitement rampant in me. I opened my mouth accepting… accepting the tongue, the mouth, everything!
French horns were blowing in my brain, the tumult growing and growing with that large, succulent tongue in my virgin mouth. Her hands were on me, stroking me through my shirt, pulling it up, running over my flesh underneath. The wildness was loose in me, climbing and climbing. The desire for something which I knew I must have even though I did not know what it was. She pulled me down on the bed, kissing me with a mounting passion. Her fingers unbuttoned my shirt, undid my belt, and reached down to my fly. I was too far gone to be embarrassed now by the swelling thing she would find there. She quickly pulled down my zipper and, before I could register what was happening, was taking off my pants.
She left my mouth, bent down, and completely removed them. Then she turned me onto my stomach, pulled off my shirt, turned me over again and sprawled on top of me searching wantonly, desperately for my lips. I was out of my head and helpless. I felt her fumbling, squirming out of her skirt, and then pressing her body against me. I was against her naked flesh in my shorts. She writhed and squirmed, thrusting her tongue in my mouth, sending shivering pain through my body. I rubbed my loins blindly against her.
Now her hands were seeking again, reaching down inside my shorts, and running over my belly. Down each leg. Across my loins. Her arm brushed my swollen thing and I jumped, writhing and moaning against her. Her fingers were at my testicles, stroking with a soft, gentle touch, caressing and feeling them till I cried out with the ecstasy!
My hands were at her, gaining in my confusion and wildness a will of their own, feeling her heavy breasts, rubbing the nipples till they were hard as berries. Gunilla moaned, shook herself, pulled away and jerked at my shorts, then eased them off over my swollen member. Then she fell to the bed, pulling me on top of her as her body squirmed upward to my lips. Her tongue drove into me, demanding. Her hands were on me, stroking my testicles and playing over the sides of my thing which was pressed against her. I couldn’t stand it. I lost all control. I became completely brazen:
“Please, please Nilla, stroke it harder, harder. My thing, I mean… give me, please, give me what I want! Give it to me!” The urgency. The incredible sensation of her against me, stroking me. The wildness prowling in my blood, and a low growling growing in my throat inexplicably.
“You want it! You want it! Yes, lover, oh, yes!” Her fingers gripped my thing and thrust it up, sliding it into her hole! I screamed. It was unbearable. The pain! The ecstasy! The howling fury of my blood! I screamed and screamed as hot flashes raged in my loins, on my thing. It was in the well of wetness, and from within a sticky moist hand was closing on it! Stroking it! Sucking and sucking and sucking it! My body writhed back and forth driving it in and out. And all the time her gripping it, milking it, devouring it! Black and red spots danced before my eyes. I was going mad. My brain was bursting, bursting. My mouth babbled incomprehensible things, as the tension mounted and mounted. Gunilla thrust a mountain of breast into my gasping mouth whispering hoarsely, demandingly:
“Suck it, Lars! Here, suck the nipple! Hard, Lars, but suck it! Suck your sister’s tit while you fuck her, fuck your baby sister, Lars!” The words had no meaning but they drove me mad. I sucked and bit at her breast. Our bodies beat out a crescendo of movement, pounding at the bed. I tore away my mouth. I was insane now and screaming. Gunilla was screaming with me as we burst together with the din of exploding cellos.
Chapter Seven
We must have lain there for some time lost in a daze of ecstasy. I lay holding her, feeling the softness and warmth of her body against me. My eyes were closed. My mind was nearly asleep. Somewhere inside I was a cat that her body and the light grazing of her hair when she breathed were gently stroking. As I began to come to, the shyness and wonder started to return. At the same time, there was a new consciousness of power in me. What was it? I couldn’t tell, but I was sure that some time long ago I had felt it before. Power. It was almost-almost, well-as though something in me could…
But I didn’t know. I just didn’t know what it was. Perhaps it was the shamefulness in me that I had known was there. In my half-dazed state I kept trying to put these thoughts together. But I couldn’t! Still there persisted this feeling. What if I could come to control…
Gunilla stirred. Her body came alive and even more sensuous against me, softly moving… She lifted her head from my shoulder and brushed her lips across my cheek searching for my lips. I turned to her, feeling the hair on me. The white-golden hair. Immediately her lips closed over my mouth. Her right hand went behind my head and she pressed against me enveloping me in dizziness.
I returned the kiss and instinctively pulled her against me. As her tongue licked across my lips I trembled spasmodically. I pushed her tongue aside with mine and probed into her mouth. The sensation was incredible. Her mouth was all liquid and slippery like her hole had been, and the taste was the same-probably from my mouth being full of her fluid. The smell of her was everywhere. The ripples on her palate were covered by a liquid and I ran my tongue over it, delving deeper and deeper to her throat. Her body, which was tight against my leg and my chest, quivered and I felt the desire for her rising.
But I didn’t know what to do exactly. All I could do was to follow my instructress. She moved more and more against my leg, pressing and squirming. I felt the softness of her thighs, the ridge of her loins, the fullness of her belly. Then her tongue crept against mine and twined around it, I could not stop shaking.
Gunilla drew back and looked at me. As I met her eyes I felt the power move in me like a great cat stretching and in her eyes I saw-just for a moment-a look of almost slavish devotion flicker.
“Lars,” she began. Then stopped with her mouth open. Then began again: “Gee, Lars…” She shook her head slowly. “Wheew! Your first fuck, and yet you’re… well you are pretty… well powerful! Wow!” Her eyes were on me wondering and shining, and in me the cat was stretching more and more with the look. But now I had to talk and I was suddenly the shy student as before, my fleeting awareness gone…
“Well… I-uh… I don’t know just what you mean by ’fuck,’ Nilla. L…”
She seemed to shake herself at the timid sound of my voice -the hesitation-the unsureness.
“Well, of course you don’t, little brother.” The look was gone now. It was replaced by one of assurance and intimacy. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you everything right now so that you’ll know.” She sat up and drew her legs under her again, and as she spoke her lips curved in a smile. She was naked to the waist and below the skirt was bunched about her hips so that the electric light made her skin golden and inviting. I stared helplessly at her immense breasts pointing out at me: pavilions of texture and graduations of light. Proud and high and lavish.
“Listen, sweetheart, ’fucking’ is what we just did when you had your ’cock’ inside my ’cunt.’“ She touched each in turn as she pronounced the word. As she said this, she laid back, pulled up her skirt higher, raised and spread her knees so that the mystery flowered before me. She lovingly stroked the rich bush of golden hair, continuing to talk in a dreamy, indolent voice. “This is cunt hair, Lars. This is what your instincts are driving you to see.” I crawled to where I could look directly at it. Everything was spread there just in front of my eyes. Her
