At age 25 I wasn't ready to settle down yet as I was still having too much fun with the singles scene. I found that I had a particular talent for finding ladies who were also just looking for fun. As a result, I was having sex regularly, at least a couple of times a week, and with many different partners.
Usually only the kinky ladies came for a second night. My two favorites were the gals who would sit on my face while I ate out both of their sweet holes. But even better was the thrill of my balls slapping against her pussy while I fucked her up the asshole. I knew she was really into it when her ass came up to meet me stroke for stroke. I didn't understand the guys who were having trouble getting laid.
I knew that I wasn't particularly special in either looks or personality. I don't mean that there was anything wrong with me just nothing special. I stood right at six feet tall with brown hair, blue eyes and weighed 180 pounds. I always thought that I was good looking enough but no Greek God either. I believe the reason I had success where others didn't was the fact the ladies always knew where they stood and had no problem saying no if they weren't interested which freed me up to approach another gal.
But, the biggest thing was I didn't worry about what a lady looked like. If I saw a lady who looked like she wanted some company I was only too happy to oblige. The old saying of not judging a book by its cover proved true time after time as my best fucks were almost always with ladies who were not beauty queens. The best ever had been with a 350 pound lady who was so sexy and so talented that I didn't keep up with her.
So, as this story begins you can see I was not looking for a new sexual adventure as I thought I was already living out my fantasy life. But, I guess no one has ever really tried out everything absolutely possible sexually. I lived in the thriving city of Kansas City and the Kansas City Royals baseball team was in the 1985 World Series. The other team was ahead three games to two, so one more loss and the Royals would lose. My Sister Naomi had tickets to the next game and asked me to go.
I had a date that night but cancelled it as I might not ever have another chance to see a World Series game. I took off from work early and picked Naomi up and made the short drive down Interstate 70 to the Truman Sports Complex. It was one hell of a game with the Royals scoring the winning run in the last inning. We were both feeling very good and a bit drunk as I drove her home. When we got there she asked me in for coffee and to watch the post game coverage on TV.
As we sat there on her couch I glanced over at her and realized that my big sister had turned into quite a beautiful woman. She was four years older than me but I had never noticed her before as during our teen age years we were both too busy with our own sex lives. Checking her out now didn't exactly arouse me but rather made me proud that she was part of my family. Naomi was 5'7" and weighed roughly 140 pounds with the same brown hair and blue eyes I had. Every bit of her weight was in the right places as she had a huge ass and at least EE breasts. I couldn't help wondering when the last time those big boobs had been titty fucked.
As we sat there she surprised me by showing me tickets to the seventh and deciding game the following night and invited me to join her again. Of course, I accepted in a flash. When the coverage ended I got up to leave and told her good night. As she walked me to the door she stopped me and wrapped her arms around me saying, "Thanks, Adam, for escorting me tonight, I can't think of anyone I would have rather have gone with."
I wrapped my arms around her and felt her twin mounds flatten against my chest and for the first time felt a sexual tingle caused by my sister. I couldn't believe how sexy my own sister's boobs felt against me. But, as if this weren't enough she gave me a little kiss right on the lips as I responded, "No, thank you Sis, I had a wonderful evening with you."
I leaned toward her to give her a peck of a kiss in return. Our lips met again but this time I swore I felt her tongue at my lips as if she were going to give me a passionate kiss. I decided to get out of there before I did something wrong or let my imagination run away with me. Reluctantly we broke our embrace and agreed to meet the same time the next night.
As I drove away I kept thinking about that kiss and the more I thought about it I was convinced that I did feel her tongue at my lips. Just then I noticed her shoes were on the floor in front of her seat. I knew she had plenty of pairs of shoes but this gave me an excuse to more closely analyze her disposition and see what kind of feelings were running between us.
Without paying any attention to the other traffic I grabbed the steering wheel and made a squalling U turn right in the middle of a very busy four lane street. Stopping the car I grabbed her shoes and jogged to her door knocking I heard her yell, "Who is it?"
"It's Adam."
"Come on in, I'm in the kitchen." I turned the knob and walked straight to the kitchen and my jaw nearly hit the floor as the first thing I saw was her ass. She had changed into a sexy short nightie that just covered her rear end. My God, what a sight it was. Had she been one of my one night stands I would have been all over that ass no further questions asked. If I was turned on before it would be nothing compared to how I felt as she turned around to greet me.
Her nightie was white and made of a very thin material so when she faced me I could clearly see the brown of her areola and nipples not to mention get a full appreciation for how massive her boobs were. A huge bulge instantly formed in my pants as I couldn't help but be aroused. Nonchalantly she asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your return visit?"
"You left your shoes in the car and I thought you might need them tomorrow, "I replied gulping and gasping for air. I could hardly breath confronted by this lovely sight. As Naomi walked toward me I watched her tits bounce. She reached out her hand and took the shoes and put them on the counter. She didn't stop there as she kept coming closer until we were toe to toe.