Lori screamed as she came, a flood of her juices pouring over my mouth and chin as she threshed under me, her anus twitching in concert with her convulsing pussy as her orgasm blazed and battered its way through her. I held her as she gradually came down from that place, nibbling her throat and neck as she murmured and twitched against me, kissing her soft lips, and lightly running my tongue around her areolas to avoid scratching her sensitive nipples. Lori gradually began responding, her hands fluttering over my body, eventually rediscovering my throbbing cock.
“Oooh yes, I remember this!” she breathed, squeezing and fisting my shaft, setting the crown tingling with my sudden and urgent need to fuck her.
“Your turn, Davey!” she grinned, looking up at me as she slid her hands around my neck, her legs drifting open as I lowered myself onto my elbows. Lori reached down to find and aim me properly, rubbing the head slowly over her sopping wet pussy, the heat making me even more desperate to be inside her. At last she had me aimed where she wanted me, and I slowly slid myself into my darling wife. Lori gasped as I stretched her open once again.
We humped and hammered at each other for what seemed like hours; I was desperate to come, but also wanted this to last; I love making love to her, I love the feel of her as she melts against me, I love the wet, slippery heat, I love the feel of her soft, supple skin as she thrusts and strains against me, and I loved the unhallowed thrill of fucking my sister after making her my wife!
As we hammered and pounded, Lori abruptly stopped, and just as suddenly pushed me away.
“No, Davey, no… wait… not like this…”
I pulled back in surprise, then grinned as she draped her knees over my shoulders so she was bent nearly double, both her tight little holes clearly on display.
“Take your pick, baby; dealer’s choice!” she grinned, her eyebrow raising as I pushed forward and pressed my cockhead against her tight little back door.
“I should have known!” she grinned, pulling her cheeks apart to stretch her hole open. I slipped into her pussy again, taking a couple of strokes to lubricate myself, then withdrew and pushed against her anal entrance.
I slid into her in one easy, slow glide, Lori gasping as she encouraged me.
“That’s… that’s it, baby, oooh yess, like that, like that… yess…” she muttered as I slid all the way into her depths.
Once I was all the way in, I paused to let her get her breath. Once she signalled she was ready, I began that slow in and out she loved so much (and me, too!), pumping her arse full of my cock as we humped and hammered each other once again, this time fucking my sister/wife in such a depraved but immensely enjoyable way.
Now that I knew her secret sexual history (that before I’d come home she’d never actually had one) I could reflect that on the fact that my own experience of anal sex, while limited to a few scattered occasions with fellow medical students and nurses who’d felt like taking a walk up the Hershey Highway with me, was actually far more extensive than hers; she’d led me to believe she’d seen and done everything, so I’d have no compunction about falling into bed with her; the reality was that everything she knew was what she’d seen on the screen, but I like to think I’d since provided her with an enhanced post-graduate experience of the act since then.
While a small part of my mind (a VERY small part; Lori usually managed to occupy all my available head-space) thought about what we were doing, the rest of me was enjoying with deep gusto what we were doing. The sight of my gorgeous sister, her glorious eyes shut tight and her lip caught between her teeth as she hunched her pelvis up to take me all the way in every time I plunged down into her, the feel of her tight anus clamped around my thrusting cock, the sight of her midnight hair spread across the pillows in a fragrant filigree of fine strands, her firm, protruding breasts and straining nipples, all combined into one immensely horny whole; it was only by sheer willpower that I didn’t just empty myself into her and slump down like a dead man.
To make it even better, rounding-off the sensory feast, as it were, her delightful, warm, spicy, sweet scent surrounded and covered me, telling me, as if I needed to be reminded, just who it was who was here with me, loving me so completely and so well.
Lori came first, a hissing groan escaping from her as her anus tightened in sympathy with her convulsing pussy, the sight, sound, and feel of my sister/wife, her anus gripping me so tightly as she came, all these sensations at once were too much for me, tipping me over the edge. I came with something between a groan and a shout of delight as my spunk burst out of me, the rippling of her tight rectum milking me like a tightly squeezing fist, dragging the spunk out me in long, satisfying spurts to paint and drench her insides.
The feel of me spraying her bowels with my sperm set her off again, and once again orgasm gripped her in a wave of pleasure, making her grit her teeth as her body hummed and quivered with the sensations rocketing around inside her.
I finally emptied out, slumping down beside her and pulling her close with what was probably the last shreds of strength left in my body. As I kissed her, her eyes were already closing in satisfied sleep, and I pulled the covers up over us, clamped my hands firmly around her lovely, pneumatic bum cheeks, and passed out, finally fucked to a standstill.
*
Bright and early I was up and ready to venture back into the world of cardiothoracic medicine; I let Lori sleep on, she looked so adorable asleep, and if I’d disturbed her I’d have had to ‘tranquilize’ her all over again, and I just didn’t have the strength…
When I found my way back downstairs, there was Jimmy, also looking bright and shiny, waiting to take me into London; I thought there was a mistake, I’d only needed a lift to the nearest train station, where I’d be able to hop a commuter train to Marylebone, but apparently, Lori had given him explicit instructions to take me to Saint Giles, and pick me up again in the evening.
So off we went. As I was getting chauffeured in style, rather than cattle-trucking with the rest of the morning-misery crew on a commuter train into London, we were well ahead of schedule, so we stopped at a greasy spoon Jimmy knew and recommended and had an enormous full English breakfast, the kind of fry-up that would have infuriated Lori if she’d seen Jimmy and me shovelling it away. We tucked into bacon, sausage, mushrooms, fried eggs and fried bread like it was going out of fashion, all swilled down with Greasy-Spoon tea, stewed until it was red and almost thick enough to stand a spoon upright in; it’s a wonder Jimmy’s skin and mine wasn’t bright red from all that tannin by the time we’d finished, but it was so good, just the thing to put the final polish on the morning.
When I arrived at the hospital, Jimmy grinningly insisted on doing the whole ‘Bowing The young Master Out Of The Car’, family-retainer thing, and I went along with it just to wind-up the Senior Surgical Registrar, who was standing open-mouthed in the car-park watching as I stepped out of a chauffeured limousine and grandly swept past him. I stalked into the Surgical Assessment Unit with my nose in the air while Jimmy bowed and tugged his forelock like a good little chauffeur; oh, it was fun to slap that old snob as I ignored him completely!
Jimmy was picking me up that evening, as instructed by his boss (Lori), but his day until then was going to be fully occupied, ferrying Lori and Rosie around from place to place to view the properties Richard’s pet realtor had fallen over himself to arrange, once he’d twigged that Lori had a full shopping list and absolutely no upper limit when it came to her dream home.
I spent the day happily slipping back into the routine of rounds, surgical review boards, re-calendaring, and generally immersing myself once more in the role and responsibilities of the most junior surgeon on the cardiothoracic surgical team. The hospital was able to re-schedule my preparations and pre-exam surgical practice for my registration to sit the membership examination for the Royal College of Surgeons, my final hurdle to qualifying in my chosen field, so my day was hectic, full, and fully involving.
Lori’s day had been just as full, as she was bursting to tell me when I finally stepped out of the car that evening. She’d toured around a large chunk of unspoilt, rural Oxfordshire, looking at and discarding one property after another, for a variety of reasons, but she wasn’t in a burning rush to buy, we had time, and resources, for her to look around properly until she found the exact house she wanted. She’d fallen in love with Oxfordshire, with the rural peace and rustic charm of the place, and had another list of appointments to view the following day, and the day after, and the day after that, until she found her perfect nest.