by Tess Harper
In reply, I sank down onto his dick. Halfway inside, I felt him hit my barrier. Tim wrapped his large hands around my slender hips and pulled me down the rest of the way, burying his cock inside me to the hilt.
The intensity of the pain sliced through the pleasure, and Tim held still, giving me time to adjust to being filled. His cock had seemed big in my hand and it had felt huge in my mouth. Stretching my no longer virginal pussy, it felt gigantic. I had wanted to still feel his cock the day after he fucked me, but I was pretty sure I’d be feeling him for a week.
“So tight,” Tim ground out. “All for me.”
“All for you, baby,” I echoed. Tentatively, I started moving. I lifted my body up until only the head of his cock was still inside me before dropping back down. Dampened by the pain, my faded arousal flared back to life. Tim’s cock was touching parts of me that my fingers had never been able to reach. His girth stretched me open, and I was so so glad that I had saved my pussy for him. None of those other boys would have been able to fill me up the way he was.
And Tim had been right, I couldn’t imagine the barrier of a condom being between us. Feeling skin against skin was definitely worth the risk.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” Tim growled as he slammed into me. “Every time I was with anyone else, I was thinking about what you would feel like.”
I groaned, feeling triumphant that even while he was buried inside someone else, he was still thinking about me. “Does my pussy feel good, Tim?”
Tim rolled me over, pinning me beneath his much larger body and started really pounding me, his rough thrusts lifting my slender hips off the bed and bouncing my tits with every jarring thrust. “So good, baby. So wet and tight!”
I slipped my hand between our bodies, searching for the slippery button of my clit. “Mmmmmm,” Tim groaned when he saw what I was doing. “I love watching you play with yourself.” His voice was strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm. “The night before you left for college, you left your bathroom door open just a crack. I was walking by and I heard buzzing.”
My pussy tightened around Tim’s dick as I realized what he’d seen. I’d been nervous my night before starting college, and I had decided to release some tension. I’d turned on the shower to try and hide the loud buzzing from my vibrator and sat naked on the counter in the bathroom with my legs spread, pumping the plastic toy in and out of my body.
“You can watch me do that again,” I said. “As often as you want—” My voice broke off as my orgasm hit me. My pussy clamped down around Tim’s length, squeezing that thick organ like a wet fist. Tim yelled my name and I felt a splash of heat inside my as he filled my pussy with his hot come.
After a moment, he gingerly eased his cock out of my body, knowing that I’d be sore. “You’re not a virgin anymore, Stacy,” he said, looking at the mess between my legs.
“No, I’m not!”
***
Tim’s lust for me grew with each day, and since we only had a few more days until my Mom and his Dad were getting home, we wanted to make the best of it. The next morning my pussy still felt too stretched and sore for more sex, but there was one hole left that Tim hadn’t sampled.
We had a full length mirror hanging in the hallway, and I walked into the living room the next day to find it propped against the coffee table, offering a clear view of the couch. A bottle of lube waited expectantly on the table.
“What’s this?” I asked, already feeling myself starting to moisten as dozens of dirty thoughts flew threw my head.
“You’ve given me so much, Stacy,” he said, his hands tracing across the contours of my shoulders and down to my breasts. My nipples tightened under that touch. “Saving your virginity for me, and now I’m asking for something else.” Tim pulled me flush against him, and I could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against my ass.
Well then, Tim wasn’t so different from other guys after all.
“You’ve let other men fuck your ass,” he continued, unzipping my pants and pushing his hand inside my panties to find me already dripping. “I will never get tired of watching my dick sliding in between your pussy lips. And when you let me fuck your mouth. . . I haven’t come so hard in years. Even the thought of watching you finger yourself had me shooting like it was the first time I ever jerked off.”
Tim had shoved my jeans and panties down to my knees and his fingers were busily working my clit. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching those long fingers spreading open my pussy.
“I want to fuck your ass,” he purred in my ear. Two fingers gently eased their way into my cunt, mindful of my soreness, while his thumb continued that delicious pressure against my clit. With his free hand, Tim unzipped his pants and I moaned as I felt the length of his cock sliding along the cleft of my ass. “I want to put my fingers inside that hole first and stretch you until you can take my dick. It’s going to be so tight, Stacy. And then when I come, I just want to stare at the white streaks that are going to drip down the back of your thighs.”
I yelled Tim’s name as my orgasm slammed into me, my pussy clenching his fingers at the description of those filthy and arousing images.
I leaned heavily against Tim, my legs shaky from lust. With one deft move, he grabbed the bottle of lube from the coffee table before guiding me onto my hands and knees on the couch. As an afterthought, I yanked my shirt and bra over my head. My jeans were still tangled around my ankles, effectively hobbling me, but I had no intentions of going anywhere.
Tim’s erection hadn’t flagged at all, and I watched as he slicked up his fingers, pausing as he pressed them at the tight rosette of my anus before pushing into that puckered opening. I whimpered at the incredible sensation of fullness from just a single finger. I glanced at the mirror and stared, slack-jawed with arousal, at the sight of my stepbrother fucking my ass with a single thick finger. As I watched, he added a second finger and began spreading them apart inside me, loosening the tight muscles to prepare for the onslaught of his dick.
He poured a generous amount of the slippery lube in his palm and spread it over his dick, hissing in pleasure from the touch of his own hand. Without asking me if I was ready, he lined the blunt head of his cock against that tight hole and thrust home.
I grunted loudly as Tim filled me up, but I kept my eyes riveted on our reflection in the mirror. His thrusts started slow and measured but quickly picked up speed. My breasts bounced with every jarring thrust, and I felt almost like an animal presenting myself to be mounted as Tim rutted inside me. My pussy clenched at that nasty thought.
“Your ass is so tight,” he ground out. “I’m not going to last much longer. Touch yourself, Stacy. You know how much I like watching that.”
I was surprised how much Tim fucking my ass really had turned me on. Most of the time when I had turned around and spread my cheeks for my boyfriends and hookups, it had just been to keep them happy. When my hand dipped between my legs, I found a flood of my juices soaking me halfway down my thighs. I found that hard little bundle of nerves between my swollen lips and started stroking while Tim pumped in and out of my ass.
I couldn’t look away from our reflection in the mirror. My hand was between my legs, furiously masturbating while Tim plowed me in the ass. I looked thoroughly debauched and nasty as I let him do whatever he wanted to my body, and it just turned me on more.
My orgasm hit me with a jolt, causing every muscle to tighten. My ass squeezed my stepbrother’s monster cock like a vise, and he let out a yell as he emptied himself in me. Tim pressed against my back for a few long minutes, trying to get his breath before carefully easing his cock from my well-fucked ass. A trickle of his come poured out of me, leaving the promised white streak down the back of my thigh.
I stared at our reflection in the mirror, both of us looking well-satisfied. “You’ve had me in every hole now, Tim!”
***
My Mom and Tim’s Dad came home and life got back to normal. Tim and I had to do
a lot more sneaking around, so fucking all over the house was off limits. One afternoon when my Mom was out shopping, Tim was in the home gym working out. The manly noises that he made as he lifted the heavy weights had my pussy dripping, and an idea sprang into my head.
I had promised Tim that I would recreate that first time he watched me touch myself. I couldn’t think of a better time.
I turned on the shower and left the door partially open. Tim had been at his workout for almost an hour, so he’d be finishing and wanting a shower any minute. I slowly peeled off my clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. My nipples were already hard and my pussy was slick at the thought of him watching me all those months ago.
I hopped up on the bathroom counter and opened my legs wide. I wanted to make certain that Tim had a perfect view the moment he walked in.
The vibrator rested on the counter next to me, six inches of plastic that had seemed so big when I had first pushed it inside my virginal pussy. I turned it onto the highest setting, and the buzzing seemed incredibly loud in the small room. Pressing the vibrating tip against my hungry opening, I shivered at the incredibly sensations.
Slowly, I began fucking myself with the toy, pumping it in and out of my cunt as I waited for Tim. The vibrations filling my core were making it more and more difficult to focus on anything but my own pleasure. My free hand went to my breast and pinched my swollen nipples.
I heard the door creak, and I looked up to see Tim standing there, looking sweaty and sexy with an impressive erection tenting his gym shorts.
“You wanted to watch me play with myself, Tim,” I said, my voice sounding breathy as I tried to keep from coming too quickly. “Seeing you working out just made me so wet.” I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and held it up, showing him how it glistened with my juices. “I used to do this all the time.” I brought it back down between my legs and traced the seam of my pussy before pushing it back inside.
“I’d come home and see you in those tight shorts with your shirt off, and I couldn’t get this inside me fast enough. My fingers just weren’t enough when I got that horny.” My voice caught. I was close. “I needed something bigger inside me, and since I couldn’t have your meat, I had to use this.”
I looked back up from where the vibrator had speared my pink lips to see that Tim had tugged down the front of his gym shorts, and had his dick in his hands. The sight of that massive organ that had brought me so much ecstasy was enough to push me over the edge.
I yelled in pleasure as I came, and Tim was on me, yanking the vibrator out of my cunt while I was still shaking in orgasm and slamming his dick into my pussy.
My orgasm went on and on, every muscle shaking and spasming as Tim fucked me on the bathroom counter. It didn’t take long for the tremors inside my pussy to milk my stepbrother’s dick of every drop of come.
Saving myself for Tim had definitely been worth it!
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The day everything really started was one of the rainiest days we’d had in months. Muddy footprints covered the hallway from uncaring executives, and the last thing anyone wanted was the big boss seeing the floor filthy. The janitorial staff was busy with a clogged toilet upstairs, so guess who had the duty of crawling on her hands and knees with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex? Me, that’s who.
Trent walked in while I was crouched on the floor, my skirt riding up my hips as I scrubbed at a stubborn patch of mud.
“You look good on your knees.”
I snapped my head around, ready to verbally eviscerate whoever was crude enough to make a remark like that. When I saw who was standing there my reply died in my throat and my cheeks flushed hotly. He couldn’t have really said what I think he said. “I was just cleaning up the mud,” I said quietly.
“Continue,” he said, stepping around me without another glance like I was a scullery maid and he was some kind of medieval lord. A few years ago, I would have out some comment about me being just as worthy of attention as he was, but the biggest part of me was focused on how wet my panties were from what he had said.
Trent thought I looked good on my knees.
Beyond being richer than God, my stepbrother was devastatingly sexy, with wavy dark hair, ice blue eyes, and a body that, at least judging by how he wore a suit, was pretty damn cut. I doubted very much that my panties were the only wet ones in the office when he was around, but that comment just made me wonder if I really was the only one having very unfamilial thoughts lately.
I spent the rest of the day sitting at my receptionist desk, crossing and uncrossing my legs and trying desperately to get some friction against my clit. My panties were soaking, and I wanted nothing more than to excuse myself to the bathroom and finger myself in a bathroom stall, but stepping away from my desk meant I might miss seeing Trent when he left. That was far too much of a risk. I needed to know if I had imagined that flirtatious comment
I sat there for two agonizing hours before he walked past me again. He paused beside my desk. “Up off your knees I see,” he said, a wry smile crossing his lips. “Pity.”
I shivered, his words sending a lightning bolt right to my clit. He noticed. Trent reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card and laid it down on my desk.
“I am very good at reading people, Kelly. If I’m reading you correctly, I will see you at that address tomorrow at 9:00 in the evening.”
Before I could reply, he turned on his heels and walked out.
He rose from his chair in one fluid motion and crossed the room to me. I’d always thought my stepbrother moved like a predator. He patrolled the office silently, stalking us all, constantly ready to catch any slackers. My back pressed against the cold wood door. The sound of the door locking echoed in the quiet room. I could smell the faint scent of a smoky cologne as he leaned past me to close the blinds.
He breathed deeply, taking in my scent. Then he was on me.
The door handle dug into my back as he pushed me up against the door, kissing me with a force that would leave bruises on my lips. His tongue battled with mine until I was breathless. Then he stepped back like it was nothing, and addressed me warily.
“I’m open to your offer, but what you propose could cost me my standing and you your entire standing in this company. Fraternization between employees is strictly forbidden. You need to keep your mouth shut.” He hands slowly unfastened his belt buckle. “Except for when I’m using it.”
His words and presence were effecting me more than I wanted to admit. My nipples were even harder and I could feel heat and wetness growing between my legs. I nodded, and started to unbutton my shirt.
“Slowly.” He ordered. “I’d like to savor this.”
He sat back down in his desk chair, his hand idly stroking the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Each button that opened revealed another flash of creamy skin. The final one popped off as I opened it, landing someone in the corner as the shirt slipped to the ground and left me bare breasted in front of my boss.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said matter-of-factly. “Only sluts walk around with a bra. Are you a slut Anna?’
“Do you want me to be?” I countered.
He chuckled darkly. “What I want is for you to bring those tits over here.”
I crossed the room to him sl
owly, the heels of my shoes tapping on the floor. My nipples were erect in the cool air, but I couldn’t blame how wet I was on the room temperature.
“Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.” Obediently, I did, hiking up my red pencil skirt to reveal my plain white panties. The entire crotch was soaked with my juices, and the wet spot was obvious to his eyes. “I’ve been able to smell how wet you are since you walked into this office. You’re absolutely dripping for it. I always knew that good girl thing was an act. I think you are a slut, Anna. You might have even forgotten that meeting on purpose, just to give yourself an excuse.” He groped my tits roughly, pinching my nipples until they were bright red and swollen.
“I bet you think about me at night, don’t you?” he observed. “When you’re alone in your bed, you put your fingers inside your pussy and think about your nasty stepbrother James.”