It was just over an hour, at a quarter to three, that Sheri saw the door to the studio open and Deacon Brown and his wife exited, Deacon Brown turning and shaking Charles’ hand, while Mrs. Brown leaned forward to be kissed on both cheeks.
Sheri was trembling with excitement when she ‘arrived’ at the studio promptly at 3:00, her eyes seeking out and now easily finding the two wet spots on the bed.
“What are we going to do today?” she asked as she sat on the bed with her brother drinking a beer. “Whatever it is, I want every session to start with me sucking your cock. Nothing gets me in the mood better than a cock in my mouth, followed by a mouthful of cum.”
“I do love your attitude, Sheri,” Charles laughed. “You also seem a bit calmer. I like this you.”
“Huh! And here I thought it was just for the sex,” Sheri huffed, then laughed.
“I was thinking that I haven’t fucked you in the ass yet,” Charles said, watching her face.
“In the ass!” Sheri gasped. “With that… that thing of yours?! You’ll tear me in half.”
“Have you ever done it before?” Charles asked.
“Twice,” Sheri finally admitted, her face flaming.
“And?” Charles prompted.
“It wasn’t so bad, wasn’t good, didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would,” she replied. “But they didn’t have your… your… your cock!”
“I guarantee you that it won’t hurt, that it will be uncomfortable a few times, and that you’ll love it,” Charles assured her. “Unless you don’t want that to be a part of your portfolio, which I’d understand.”
“How can you guarantee that?” Sheri asked.
“I’ve done it before,” Charles replied.
“How many times?” Sheri asked.
“Many,” Charles replied. “Many many. I’ve never lied to you and I never will. You will love it. So many women say it feels even better than a cock in their pussy because there are so many more nerve endings.”
“Do you like… ass fucking?” Sheri asked.
“Yes,” Charles replied. “Anything to do with fucking or sucking, I’m in.”
“It’s not fair,” Sheri laughed. “You seem so straight, so innocuous. People would never suspect that you’re such an incredible pervert. They look at me, blonde hair and blue eyes, and assume that I’m an idiot and that I want to fuck.”
“One out of two isn’t so bad,” Charles said, laughing.
“You promise it won’t hurt?” she asked.
“I promise,” Charles assured her.
Instead of inhaling her brother’s cock the way she usually did, Sheri took her time, slowly going down on him, making it a point to taste every inch of him with her entire mouth and tongue. The tangy taste of pussy was all over him, spicy, exciting. Sheri felt her pussy spasming in orgasm at the realization that she was sucking her brother’s cock after he had fucked Deacon Brown’s wife with it. And where was Deacon Brown during all of this? she realized, moaning on her brother’s cock.
Charles was true to his word, in every respect. First using the lubricant on his cock and her ass, he fucked her pussy a few times before pressing the head of his cock against her rosebud. She had opted to do it on her back so that she could watch, propped up on her elbows, her eyes and mouth wide open as she watched him slowly and carefully work the head of his cock into her ass.
It was a bit uncomfortable, unnatural, but not painful as he stopped, letting it throb in her ass as she got used to the feeling. Then very, very slowly he began to work the rest of his cock into her ass, liberally applying the lubricant, constantly reaching up to rub her clit, causing her to spasm as she came, each time his cock managing to slip another inch or so into her.
She gasped when she realized that her brother was leaning against her body, his entire cock in her ass. She could feel it throbbing. As he slowly began to fuck her, she began to relax, finally welcoming each thrust as he filled her ass over and over again.
“Oh, yeah!” Charles growled, pulling his cock from her ass and pointing it at her pussy as cum erupted from the end, liberally coating her pussy and running down over her gaping ass.
“I had no idea,” Sheri gasped, holding her knees against her chest, feeling the cool air as her ass gaped from her brother’s big cock. “Oh! No, no!” she cried out, her hand on his head as Charles bent over and glued his mouth to her cummy pussy, licking and sucking and eating her clean before sitting up.
“How are you going to feel about having your ass fucked tomorrow again?” he asked, grinning at her.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Sheri sighed.
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If the staff at Suzi’s, the coffee shop that Sheri was spending inordinate amounts of time in, thought that there was anything strange about the cute young girl spending half a day reading her Kindle at the window table while drinking lattes and eating pastries, they hid it well. Sheri was no trouble, easy to wait on, and always left a generous tip.
The next day Sheri saw John Sawyer and his wife, Jenny, show up at 1:30 and enter the studio. John Sawyer, 6’4″, in his 60s and well fit from lots of skiing, was one of the leading businessmen in town, and his wife was a leading socialite, constantly hosting charity events for this, that, and the other. Their pictures were constantly in the local press. She was 5’6″ with brunette hair and hazel eyes. She was model thin and was still considered very beautiful in her late 50s.
Sheri actually came sucking her brother’s cock that day when she tasted the musky flavor of pussy on him and realized that it was Jenny Sawyer’s pussy that she was tasting. Getting her ass fucked again was just icing on the cake. She was bursting to confront him but held back, wanting to know more, like what actually happened after these people arrived.
The next day nobody showed up and Sheri realized that she was disappointed not to taste some strange woman’s pussy on her brother’s cock. Maybe not having any previous guests helped, but Charles allowed her to suck him off, then fucked her and let her suck him off again, and then finally fucked her in the ass, cumming all over her pussy and then cleaning it up himself by going down on her.
“Wow, that was great,” Sheri panted as she lay spent on the bed.
“I’ll say,” Charles agreed. “You are a great fuck. I think we’re about ready to move into phase two of the portfolio.”
“What does that mean?” Sheri asked.
“I’d rather you wonder about it, get worked up,” Charles said, rolling over to smile at his sister. “It’ll be more effective.”
“You are so terrible!” she said, suddenly leaning forward and kissing him, then leaning back. “Oh, that was strange! Kissing you. That felt strange. Sucking your cock and fucking you doesn’t feel at all strange, but kissing you did.”
“I’m not that surprised,” Charles said. “Kissing is by far more intimate than oral sex or fucking. Kissing always has a bit of an emotional context, whereas sex doesn’t necessarily.”
“How did it feel to you?” she asked.
“Nice. Very surprising,” Charles replied.
“You liked it? You’d want to kiss me?” she asked, a confused look on her face.
“Sure,” Charles replied. “There’s no part of you that I don’t want to lick, taste, suck on, or fuck.”
“Are you really that much of a pervert?” she asked, laughing.
“Yes, and then some,” Charles replied, laughing with her. “I may look — how did you phrase it — innocuous, but I wouldn’t judge the book by the cover just so fast. Just maybe I’ll be teaching you about nasty.”
“Oh, god, how could there be two of us?” Sheri asked, rolling in laughter.
Only two? Charles asked under his breath.