1. Whatever Didi Wants


    Date: 12/22/2017, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: sexykamel, Source: xHamster

    As I drove through the familiar suburban neighborhood, I felt good. Really good. Excited, even. If I had learned one thing for sure during my first year of college, my very first time on my own away from home, it was that nothing compared to what I had here. It had been a reasonably good year, apart from the frequent moments of agonizing loneliness and some insomnia issues. My grades were good, I had established a decent enough relationship with my roommates, I had learned how to deal with food and laundry and other 'grown-up' things. I had even enjoyed the debatable thrills of being a nineteen year old guy on the loose on campus, meaning that months before I had somehow managed to lose my virginity to a girl three years my senior who most likely didn't remember my face already, let alone my name. That's perfectly fine by me. If I could, I'd gladly forget all about her too, but I'm cursed with a very good memory. We 'dated' for a couple of nights after we hooked up, Ally and I, just long enough for me to get acceptably acquainted with the female body. Then she broke it off with a grin and a peck on my nose, telling me to go back to my real girlfriend and make a woman out of her. I just nodded and thanked her. She laughed at that, telling me I was a funny one. I was actually serious, though. A bit confused and more than a little guilty, but serious. Ally's parting grin had a sort of naughty pride to it, and rightfully so, since she had taught me, a sexually clueless freshman, ...
    how to passably please a woman. With intrigued patience, Ally had given me a crash course in how to stimulate a girl's erogenous zones, how to locate her g-spot (or at least search for it), how to lick pussy, how to fuck in some positions, and, essentially, how not to be so clueless about sex outside of porn and masturbation anymore. The reference to my 'real girlfriend' was Ally's way to let me know that she was perfectly aware that I was involved with somebody already. Well, no wonder. My frequent texting and my sudden need to drop everything and go have my mysterious videochat call each night were an obvious giveaway that there was someone else in my life. Someone permanent and important to me. And of course there was. She assumed it was my girlfriend. It was my little s****r, Deirdre. My Didi. ***** Didi and I were still in middle school when our Dad died, run over by a d***k son of a bitch. It was devastating. So sudden, absurd and unfair. Mom was never the same again after Dad's death. She threw herself in her work as a doctor, taking on more and more responsibility at the clinic. She did her best to put up a brave face with us k**s, but her grief was always right beneath the surface, her former spontaneous cheerfulness dead and gone with the love of her life. Me and Didi still shared a bedroom back then. For quite some time, my little s****r had the most awful nightmares, so bad in fact that she'd wake up crying in the middle of the night, sobbing desperately into her ...
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