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Incestuous Girlfriends

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: hotnipples Posted on: 07 Mar 2004 2 comments
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These are two stories about incest. They're not about me, actually, since I never had incest. How can you have incest when your older brother always tells you to "get lost", even if you only want to play basketball?? Older brothers are like that... But I have fallen in love with two girls with incestuous childhoods...These stories are both true, and in both of them masturbation played a part in keeping us together, but for different reasons. The first one is a little heavy---sorry. The second one might read like a romance novel, but it really was that way---magic, even if it was fleeting.First I'll tell you about Shannon, who was a friend before we became lovers. We met when we were both in a special honors program at the university; she was extremely smart and well read and she would talk so fast, a mile a and in long complex rambling spurts of energy that few people could really understand besides me. I seemed to be able to hear, beneath her quick mind, the emotions that drove it. I loved her energy, which was both sexual and intellectual, even if it was way hyper. I would not have listened except for her great humor and the aura of sexuality that sent that jet fuel to her mind. After knowing each other a year, late one night, I didn't go back to my apartment. We crawled into bed together and with the lights out a tremendous lust overtook us and we bit and sucked and clawed and kissed. Her thighs were wet and slippery before my hand discovered her pussy, and we had rapid and intense sex, and hard powerful orgasms.She didn't sleep, smoked several cigarettes, and eventually I woke enough to ask what was the matter. She said she felt dirty and disgusting. I was amazed and surprised---this was not a one-night stand with a stranger. Finally she told me her story...Her parents were poor and immigrated to LA from the south when she was a baby, hoping for a better life they didn't find. Her dad was mostly unemployed. Her mom worked for low wages. When she was six, her dad came into her room and played with her gentiles, and with himself. This continued until she reached puberty, two or three times a week. She experienced orgasms as a pre-teen, and she at once hated and dreaded his visits, and also lusted for his attention and touch. He taught her to suck his cock.When she got breasts, he played with them, too. She began to resist him, but he would stick his cock inside her while she struggled. Some days, she didn't resist and lay motionless. Mostly she hated every visit, but she couldn't refuse, and her mother knew but would do nothing. And sometimes, during his visits, she would be overcome with lust and sexual feeling.Her only refuge was school. She read every moment of every day, and teachers became her model, and showed kindness and interest and encouragement. She never revealed her secret, she could not speak it, she never blamed her father, only her mother. And so this incredible mind developed to overpower the lust and shame and fear. She wanted to have a normal relationship, with normal sex, but it seemed impossible. Lust and shame and fear were tied forever to her sexuality. I loved her a lot, and I wanted badly to make something work. She was a very difficult ride in bed...sexy and tender one moment, then completely shut off the next. I would get aroused, and then the door would slam shut, and she'd tense up and withdraw far away. I was going crazy. One night we were having great sex and suddenly her vagina pushed me out like a rocket and I was left in the cold. I masturbated. She saw what I was doing, and rolled over, so she couldn't see (it reminded her too much of her dad). We spoke, and she came to understand that if we were to be together, that was going to be the way. Her father had never had oral sex on her, and so that was another avenue where she could be aroused without so many painful memories. I love oral sex. There was no warm-up with Shannon---either she was wet and dripping with juice, or she was cold and day. When she was "on", my tongue seemed magic, and she would have three, four or five orgasms. Relaxed like that, I would tenderly lie in her arms, and her eyes would open, bright with joy at seeing not her father, but a lover who cared for her. At those times I would slip inside of her, and we'd make gentle love, and cum together.We stayed lovers for almost two years, and are still friends. She studied yoga energetically, and learned to channel her abundant sexual energy, to make friends with it, and to enjoy it. She is now an excellent yoga teacher.Whew! That's a heavy one. My other girlfriend is a lighter story...Jane was in one of my classes for two months before we ever spoke. When we did, it was electric. She had clear blue eyes, and blonde, Norwegian hair. She flushed and blushed while we talked, and soon we were headed for my apartment. In a half an hour we'd decided to get together and started upstairs. She was short and I'm tall. She had a girl's body on a boy's frame. Broad shoulders, slim hips, tiny round ass with full breasts, long blond hair, and large, pouting lips. I stopped her on the steps, our lips and eyes met on the same level. We kissed, and kissed more, and more. We looked each other in the eye and kissed more. She was a beautiful dream, creamy cheeks blushed red. I kissed her neck and cheek and mouth, and felt her breasts, firm and exciting like I'd never felt. We continued kissing, our eyes held, and I unbuttoned her blouse and she dropped to on the floor and waited while I stole her bra away. Her breasts were the most beautiful I'd ever seen---perfectly pear shaped, upturned and perky, with nipples like rosebuds. We were in a trance. I kissed her breasts, her face, her neck as slowly we moved, one step at a time, toward bed. It must have taken an hour, but for us it was time spent in heaven. Her body loved to be touched and played with, her eyes spoke joy. We spent another hour playing on the bed before I entered her. She tensed, we both came suddenly and lay in each other's arms.She was very small, tight, and even though I'm just normal size, it wasn't easy to penetrate her, and not pleasant for her. She apologized. I said, "no problem, I'm in heaven anyway." We met again and spent hours playing with each other on the bed, with our hand, mouths, noses and everything and anything. I was a delight. Her body loved to be touched, delighted in it, and her hands coaxed my body into lightness and sensuality I'd never experienced. I forgot all about trying to stick my cock into her---I was having too much fun---and too many orgasms---to worry about it.Later that night we lay in each other arms and we talked about ourselves, and sex. She told me she loved sex from an early age that she and her brothers had played with each other from the time they were eight or nine until she was twelve. They didn't really find it dirty, just fun. They discovered orgasms and how to make them happen---for themselves and for each other. They played almost every day together.Then they got caught. Their parents didn't know what to do, and took them to the pastor of their (Lutheran) church. I thought, oh, oh...here comes the guilt trip! But he was tremendously cool. He said they should stop, because they were becoming adults and would soon find boyfriends and girlfriends. He said he didn't approve of sex before marriage, but he also expected they would engage in sex before they married. And so he asked them to always have sex with love and caring for the other, and never make it cheap. She took his words to heart, and it made her a wonderful person.Unfortunately, she met someone she liked more than me---she married him and I'm sure he's a good man. But when she first told me, she said she liked him and they were very "compatible"---he had a small penis. That was a new twist in penis envy---I wished that my penis was smaller!!