She whispered that “he must fuck her and fuck her now!” The first words she had really spoken since the changing room, not his own dear mother`s n...rmal vocabulary but that of his whore, his woman, his receptacle his lover…with no more ado he slipped himself up into her body, it was different, water lubricated not her own pre-sex oils, a strange feeling, a warm welcoming grip round his stiff member in this cool wet environment, so much so that he told her to not use her muscles but to just enjoy. Still, I decide to go on because I think it's worth the try, she really seems very nice and funny, perfect really, she even lives quite nearby.After chatting for a few days and exchanging some pictures, we decide to go on a date together. We meet at a restaurant and have a nice dinner, and from the first moment on, there was a sexual tension between the both of us. We share stories, we laugh together, she really is perfect. And time flies by and a few hours later the waiter gives us a polite. Thus began another marathon. Each female of his family waited their turn, knowing that there was no danger of being left behind. He even informed them that it was the wine. If he drank enough of it, he could stay hard, but couldn't come. Well, he couldn't come easily. Under normal circumstances, just the idea of rotating from cunt to cunt would have led to pre-ejaculation. There seemed little danger of that now. Time seemed to stand still. It was like a sex holiday without constraints for all. My love of sex even had me going through a phase of sniffing my own sisters dirty knickers while I masterbated.My sister Sophie, s*******n years old and very pretty, all my mates fancied her, still living at home with me.This particular day, It was the school holidays, I was at home alone, Muma and Dad were at work and Sophie has gone to town. I had layed in and had started to feel horny and had got out a porn mag and started to wank myself. But I needed a little something to help me along. I.