“My clitoris is the best when you play with me, but my hole is best when you’re fucking me. They’re so different…”
“But if you can’t choose, then I must stop.” I felt nine feet tall the power was so manifest in me.
“NO!” she begged. Saliva was running from the side of her mouth. “Oh, sweet Jesus. Please, Lars. I’m dying. Please.” I didn’t move. “My clitoris,” she moaned. “Best of all is when you love my clitoris. Now please please love me!”
“Do you want me to suck your clitoris? Would you let your own brother suck your cunt, Gunilla?” Her body was lifting and falling helplessly. She was whimpering:
“Oh, yes, dear little brother, lick your naughty sister’s little girl cunt. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I lowered my head. As my head approached the wet, matted hair, she sensed it and she lifted herself completely off the bed, supporting herself on just her heels and shoulders. I stopped. Just short.
“Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h,” came from deep inside her. She twisted her fingers in my hair and tried to force my face into her cunt. I refused to budge-but held myself just out of reach. “If you want it, Gunilla, you must get it by submitting, by begging. Not by force.”
“Oh, yes, yes,” she said, letting her arms fall limply. “I beg you, Lars, please suck me. Please be nice to your hot little sister.”
“Does she need it?”
“She needs it so much.”
“Does she have to have it?”
“She has to have it.” I leaned forward and licked along her flesh where it pouted up like a fig between the hairy lips. At the first touch, a series of giant shudders shook her. She screamed one long wordless scream, shook again and again, and finally collapsed.
I looked down at her. She was limply sprawled. As though like a big rag doll. I felt power in me like a deep, deep gong. But at the same time, I felt such an immensity of tenderness that it was beyond anything I’d ever known. I gathered her in my arms, pulled the sheet over her, wiping the sweat off her head and throat with a corner of it.
She lay without a motion for a good while. Then, as I was putting her hair in order, I discovered her eyes were open and she was looking at me. She was staring.
“What’s wrong, Gunilla?” I said. She just shook her head. “Are you unhappy?” She shook her head and began to smile a very sweet smile.
“I’m completely happy,” she said. “And grateful. And a little frightened.”
“Frightened of what?” I asked.
“Let’s not talk about it now,” she said touching my face. “I’ll explain later. It’s not a bad kind of fright. It’s maybe the most happily exciting thing I’ve ever known I suspect-if you can call that being frightened.”
“Well, then, maybe you could finish my lesson. You wandered from the point.” She smiled, and her eyes twinkled.
“So sorry,” she said. “Well, then?” She sat up with a wonderful indolent motion. Her magnificent breasts bobbed. The motion instantly hypnotized me. She noticed, and leaned forward. She affectionately cradled each breast in her two hands and brought them alternately to my lips. I kissed each with my mouth open. “These are my tits, darling. The people of the world call them mammary glands or mammae. The same dreary people with their withered souls call them bosoms. The ugly people call them boobs or boobies, or knockers, or cantaloupes, or headlights, or handles, or milk factories, or breastworks, or bumpers. You can call them breasts, and it’s all right, but they are really tits or titties.” She pushed the breasts together so I could suck at the hard tips of both at the same time. “And those are my nipples, darling. What the people used to call teats.”
The nipples were growing as I kissed them, growing longer and fatter and stiffer. She caught sight of my penis lying half limp on my thigh. She laid her cheek on my leg beside it, and spoke to it with a curious mixture of deference, affection and respect.
“And you are my little brother’s cock. You are also properly called my little brother’s prick. You may, under some limited conditions, be called a penis or dick. You must never be referred to as a wang, yard, club, hammer, rod, or lollypop. Nor by any other of the words that try to diminish your tremendous beauty.” She reached forward with tenderness and freed the sacks that were imprisoned below. Still with her cheek on my thigh, she spoke to them. “And you poor beauties without a name. You we must refer to as balls, because otherwise we must say nuts or testicles or testies- which are unacceptable.” Her fingers cradled my cock-as she called it. She stroked the red top of it with her thumb. “This is the head. It is here and just under the ridge of it here that you get so much pleasure. This is the most sensitive part that gives you the great pleasure when it gets rubbed as you move in and out of my hole. When we are fucking. Also known as screwing. And as getting laid. Or, just barely permissible, getting a piece of ass, or a piece of tail. What in jazz circles is known as work. What in gentle moments can legitimately be called making love. But never as sexual intercourse, or having sex, or coitus, or cohabition, or fornication, or union, or congress. It was once making the two-backed beast, but no more. It may be called tail or ass, but not banging, tupping, humping, doing it, or having your ashes hauled. Nor does one service a woman, plow her, drill her, nail her, nor tup her. It is not a hop or jump or trick. It is not a roll in the hay. Nor is it a tumble. Nor to mate. One may, perhaps, refer to a girl putting out, but never to being in the saddle.”
As she stroked on and on during this speech, I began to grow. The limpness gave way to a rigidity. The last part of Gunilla’s speech was said almost abstractedly. The tip of the cock had grown almost to her lips. She crooned to it:
“And would you give me your liquor if I sucked you? If I was a cocksucker, would you fountain in my mouth? If I go down on you, would you come in my throat? The people who don’t understand speak of blowing you, but I want rather to worship you. To kiss and lick and suck you. Ah, I see the clear juice is oozing from your little mouth.” She licked at the clear liquid that began to seep from my cock. She licked with the tip of her tongue delicately as a cat. “Ah, beauty. It is the greatest flavor in the world-except for that other, that thick white miracle that they feebly call sperm or seed or gyzm or come. Come, my darling. Let me worship you. Let me coax you to spurt into my mouth so the taste is thick in me, until the thick glory clogs my throat and I must swallow the living white glory of you. Let me suck on you till you come deep in my mouth.” Her lips closed on the tip, with a hot, wet, velvety suction. She released the tip. She held it adoringly in her hands and licked the length of it. She opened her mouth to it again. More and more she took into her mouth. And more. Her mouth glided wet and suckingly back and forth along it. Steadily. Three shallow motions, and then a deep sucking one.
Three shallow ones. A deep one. Three shallow. A deep, deep one. Always deeper. She had somehow taken almost all of me. The sucking seemed to be reaching into the farthest outposts of my body. Everything was being sucked down and down toward her mouth. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Incredible! The sucking. That sucking. That mouth of her sucking! I gathered the hair back from her face so I could watch. I saw her mouth stretched around my flesh. I saw my cock emerging from her lips, and sliding amazingly into that place that was not supposed to accept such alienism. I saw the wetness on me. I saw her face accepting me into her mouth. And sucking and sucking. I was being sucked out of me. My soul was being sucked out. She had all of my cock somehow in her mouth.
And sucked! And sucked! I was coming. I was dying. Into her mouth? Was she really going to let me come in her mouth? I tried to draw away in the sudden fear of disgusting her. She dug her fingers fiercely into my legs, refusing to let me pull back. A wave rose in me. Rose and rose. A tremendous bright wave that had come in a long way. That was gigantic now. Was towering up and up over me. That sucking. That face. Those stretched lips. That sucking. That sucking. Sucking. And then her eyes opened and looked full into mine. She was my slave! The wave broke. Smashed down on me. Tumbling masses of ecstasy. I could see directly into her soul! The wave collapsed full on me. Everything was a joy and darkness. And I died. And the sucking continued.