Anty Sara - S01 E07

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Anty Sara - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

“Ohhh! Fucvk! Sara!” John moans, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down onto him.

“Wait!” I breathe in his ear. “Take it slowly, John,” I warn him. “You’re kind of big.” I’m so scared but it’s the thrill of my life. I don’t ever want to regret it.

“Okay. Sorry, Sara,” he says, easing his ass back down onto the couch. “You just feel so incredible; so hot and tight,” he says, moving his hands from my shoulders to my head. Holding my face, he kisses my cheeks, my nose, and my lips before slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Turning and twisting, pushing down then easing up, I glide myself down onto his hard cockf, until it hurts. Oh fuvck! This is it. I can’t let him see my face. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I raise my hips up until just the tip of his cocck is inside my pissy. Bracing myself for the worst, I slam down onto his hard cockf burying it completely inside of me in one excruciating plunge.

“Arrrrrggghghhhh!” I yell as the pain shots through my loinnns and I s--k in a big gulp of air.

“Sara?” John says, jerking his head back to look at me. “Oh God, Sara!” The shock on his face is painful to see. “You weren’t… ohmygod!… Oh f--k!” he’s pushing me away.

“No!” I hiss, pushing myself back down on him. “It’s done! It’s what I wanted… what I’ve wanted for a long time!” I can taste my tears running into my mouth. “Don’t spoil it, John,” I plead. “Please don’t spoil it.” I settle onto his c--k and pull him tightly against me, mashing my t--s against his chest. “Just hold me a minute,” I beg.

“Sara,” he whispers as he brushes damp hair from my forehead. Running his hands over my shoulders and down my back, he pulls me against him. Gradually, I start a slow rockinnng motion with my hips.

“You should have told me,” he says.

“You wouldn’t have done it,” I smile, sitting up straight and rocking a little faster on his glorious c--k! “Would you?” I ask as he fondles my t--s and I look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“No, I guess I wouldn’t have,” he says, pinching my nippples and thrusting into me. And we’re actually f-----g! The pain has subsided and the pleasure is incredible! I’m bouncing on my brother-in-laws massive c--k and he’s twisting and pulling my hard nippples.

“Ohhhhh! God! John!” I moan as I the rhythm of our f-----g increases and I’m riding him like he’s the wildest stallion in the world and I have to tame him. But he’ll never be tamed! I don’t want him tamed and I’m sure Jenny doesn’t either! A wild stallion for the two of us to share, I fantasize!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Johhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!” My orgascm explodes, sending electrifying pulses throughout my body. He’s still thrusting into me and I just keep riding him as my quivering pissy pulsates around his erupting cockf. His hands are on my hips forcing me up and down as he uses my body to milk every bit of c-m from his c--k. Finally, he releases me and I collapse on his chest, gasping for air.

“D--n, Sara!” he sighs into my ear as he wraps his arms around my body and squeezes my aass cheeks. “D--n!” I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

***

“You’re like his Pygmalion!” Jenny says over lunch on Friday, referring of course to her son not her husband. “You’re at the “rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain’ part of the process,” she takes another bite of her salad. “Except yours are bare t--s in your apartment and I bet the only rain is oozing out between your legs,” she laughs at me for blushing, taking obvious delight at my embarrassment. My Fair Lady is one of our favorite movies and we’ve watched it together dozens of times.

“The difference between a flower girl and a lady, isn’t how she behaves, it’s how she’s treated,” I quote one of our favorite lines from the movie.

“The difference between a stuttering nephew and a s--d isn’t whether he stutters but whether he knows what to do with his hard-on,” she laughs. I can’t believe my sister is talking about her son this way. Of course, she’s not the one displaying her t--s for him. “Seriously, he’s making progress with Megan,” I say, taking a sip of my iced tea and ignoring her teasing. “I think he might actually ask her out.”

“You can’t let him out there without any training.” Jenny says between bites. “Do you remember your first time?” she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad’s car. I was so f-----g hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the f--k!” she laughs bitterly. “Please don’t let that happen to Jeremy after all he’s been through,” she says and I don’t tell her my first time was completely different than hers.

“I don’t know Jenny,” I say. “We’re talking borderline incest here. I’m just helping him overcome his stuttering,” I insist but she’s not dissuaded.

“Seriously, Sara, you can’t send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm… you’ve got to help get him ready,” she says. “Who else can do it?” she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. “Please, Sara.”

“I’ll do what I can,” I promise, my pissy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy about sex.

“This will really be something” my sister says quietly. “Training a young virgin from scratch. I almost envy you,” she smiles.

******

The next week, Jeremy makes a little progress early in the week and on Wednesday I compliment him.

“You’re doing well, young nephew,” I say. “We’ll make a Jedi Knight out of you yet,” I tell him, playfully.

“I’ve already got the l-l-light saber,” he jokes, glancing at the bulge in his pants.

“How are things with Megan?” I ask.

“G-g-great!” he answers, shaking his head. “I’m sorry Aunt Sara. I’m not stuttering around Megan at all anymore but your t-t-t-t--s are extremely distracting. Were you serious ab-b-bout l-l-letting me t-t-t-touch them?” he asks, sheepishly. This is the most he’s stuttered all week.

“Well…” I had forgotten about that impulsive offer I made. “How about this?” I pause, carefully considering what I should say. “When we can talk for thirty minutes without you stuttering, you can feel my t--s,” I tell him, trying to make it reasonable. In actuality my t--s are aching to be fondled by someone other than me. My nipples stay rock hard the entire time he’s here. I never knew I was such an exhibitionist but it really turns me on to have my young nephew staring at my half-naked body.

“D-d-d-deal!” he cries and continues to stutter occasionally throughout the rest of our Wednesday session.

Thursday afternoon, he surprises me by bringing a kitchen timer from his house.

“I’m going to set this for thirty minutes,” he smiles. “And every time I stutter I’m going to reset it.” He pushes the buttons and puts it on the table in front of him. “Today’s the day, Aunt Sara, so be prepared!” he smiles. My p---y screams out to the rest of my body that it’s ready, too. I just smile at my nephew as he starts talking.

After twenty minutes, he slips and stutters. I almost want to tell him to forget it and just grab my t--s but I let him reset the timer and we continue our discussion. We talk about his classes, his plans for college and, of course, Megan. It seems that he might be getting up the courage to ask her out.

“Where would you take her?” I ask curiously, glancing at the timer. Only two minutes to go, yes! I don’t know who’s more excited, him or me.

“I don’t know, a movie maybe,” he shrugs. “What do you think?” He takes a deep breath and watches the timer move to twenty-nine minutes.

“A movie is nice,” I answer. “And you don’t have to talk very much,” I laugh.

“That’s a plus,” he says, deliberately enunciating each syllable. “I think that all I have to do is ask her. I’m pretty sure she’s wondering why I haven’t already done it,” he says. He’s speaking slowly enough that by the time he’s done the timer buzzes.

“YES!” he pumps his fist in the air and just stares at my chest. “Um… I’ve n-n-n-never done this before,” he says, looking at me anxiously. “That doesn’t count, does it?”

“No, that doesn’t count,” I say quietly. “Let’s go over to the couch,” I say, taking his hand and leading the way. “Why don’t you just caress them and I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?” I ask, feeling like a schoolgirl myself.