When her orgasm broke, I covered her mouth with mine, her cries of release and satiation muffled by my lips and tongue. She clamped her legs around my thighs, holding me to her as she shook and mewled, eventually releasing my lips from hers to pant against my shoulder as waves of pleasure swept through her. Eventually she slumped back, flushed and breathless, her heart beating a pulse in the hollow of her throat. I made to move away from her, but she pulled me back down to her and kissed the tip of my nose before biting it lightly, one eyebrow arched upwards in query.
“I thought you had something special and dirty to show me,” she gritted, “I wanted spectacularly filthy, imaginatively mucky, I got… this, which was very, very nice, oh fuck yes, but come on Dar, where’s that dirty, perverted mind I’ve heard medical students all have? I’m offering you a chance to do your worst, don’t make me take it back!”
I looked at her, at that cheeky, challenging grin, and smiled back, thinking; ‘You have no idea, missy; never tease a strange dog, it might just turn around and bite you on your arse…’
I slid down between her thighs, kissing her lovely firm nipples, taking the time to nibble and chew lightly on them, just enough to make her gasp and push them back at me, asking for more of the same. I moved further down, planting kisses in a trail from between her breasts and down her stomach to dip my tongue in her cute little navel, making her giggle and quiver.
“Darryl, stop it, it tickles!” she giggled, squirming happily as I tickled her with my tongue-tip, so I obliged, continuing to make a trail of kisses until I came to tip of her wet slit. She smelled delicious, tangy, spicy and sweet, and I dipped my tongue into her, tasting her syrupy nectar. Lena shuddered as I did that, her thighs tensing as she sighed, then moving further apart to afford me better access to her little honey pot. I slid and wriggled my tongue into her, tasting her slick, dewy flesh as she sighed and held my head in place against her soaking wet pussy.
I slowly slid two fingers into her as I licked and sucked her pussy, Lena murmuring as I slid them in and out in time to my stabbing licks at her clitoris. Lena was pushing her mound into my face by now, my two fingers inside her gently massaging the walls of her vagina as I licked and sucked at her. Now I withdrew them, and as I licked her, I slowly slid one into her tight anus, making her gasp at the sensation. Continuing to slide it in and out, I carried on licking her, before sliding a second finger into her tight little anus.
“Oh God, Darryl, what are you doing…!” she exclaimed, starting up before slumping back down with a groan as I sucked hard on her clitoris. I began making scissor movements with the two fingers buried in her arse, slowly stretching her open as I frigged her, always licking her pussy, keeping her at that peak of pleasure in readiness for what was coming next.
I reluctantly moved away from her pussy, kneeling up on the bed as I helped her to roll onto her stomach, then slid the two fingers back into her bum, making her groan. While I was doing that, I slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy; it had been flagging a little, but the feel of her hot tightness was enough to restore me to full solidity. I pumped a couple of times to lubricate me properly, then slid out of her and pushed my cock head against her anus.
Lena twigged-on immediately what I was doing.
“No, Darryl, no, not that, not yet, no, stop, don’t you dare…!”
I leaned down and whispered in her ear;
“You want dirty, you got dirty!” and with that I pushed forward gently but firmly, Lena gasping as I slowly slid into her tight arsehole, my hands holding hers outstretched on either side of her as I pushed into her. The feel of her ring snapping around the shaft of my cock was indescribable, and Lena, for all her protestations, began pushing back against me, helping me to slide even further in.
At last I was in up to the hilt, my cock buried in Lena’s tight, velvety arse, my stomach resting against her plush, satiny bum-cheeks. I lay still, waiting for her to get used to the feel of this… thing jammed tightly in her backside, listening to the constant, low-level muttering coming from her.
“Just you wait, Darryl Morgan, I mean it, stick your knob up my arse would you, I’ll fucking fix you, when this is done I’m going to fucking kill you, you little shit…!” and so on.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear “Are you happy now, Princess? You wanted dirty, I’m giving you dirty, now quit grumbling, shut your trap, and ponder this; Confucius he say ‘be careful what you wish for, you may get it’! Gung Hei Fat Choy, Happy fucking New Year!”
Lena glared sideways at me.
“When this is over, you’re a dead man, Darryl, I swear..!” she hissed, her voice outraged but her eyes saying something else entirely.
I grinned and began to slide back out of her.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” she whispered hoarsely, her body trembling as spasm after spasm wracked her, her voice cracking as I slid further out then slid back in again, then out and in again, ramming my cock her in her tight-stretched anus, introducing her to the joys of anal sex, ani sexus, le sexe anal, sodomiticum, however you say it, she was getting it and very much enjoying it; who said ‘one up the bum isn’t much fun’?”
She was orgasming almost continuously as I pumped into her, my hands sliding under her to hold and squeeze her stiff nipples as I rammed my bloated cock ever deeper into her searing hot anal tube. Lena pumped back against me as she rode my cock with her accommodating anus, the feel of her velvety tightness squeezing and releasing me almost too much to bear. As she orgasmed, wave after wave crashing through her body, her uterus fluttered rhythmically against the thin wall separating her rectum from her juicy vagina, the contractions transmitting themselves into her rectum to beat against my already over-stimulated cock.
I hammered into her until I could feel my spunk rising as my balls tightened, and held her tight to me as my cock head swelled in the restricted confines of her anal tube. I came like lightning, like hot steel, like a river of lava, biting my lip hard to stop myself screaming out loud as my cock wedged tight inside her. My spunk sprayed into her hot clasping rectum in endless thrilling jets of liquid heat, painting her insides and bulleting deep into her bowels, filling her up to the brim with my essence.
Lena bit down on the pillow to muffle her scream of ecstasy as she came in a gigantic orgasm that nearly dislodged me from her, her body shaking like a leaf in a gale as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, the feel of my release inside her triggering her own.
“Oh God, Darryl, harder, oh fucking Christ, yesss, like that, yesss, yesss, YESSS! Oh God I love you, Darryl, fuck my arse, give it to me…!””
At last the heat died down, our climaxes stilled, and our bodies relaxed after the effort we’d expended. My cock softened and slipped from her tight confines, and Lena slumped down to lie motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air. I was in no better condition, heart hammering and chest bellowsing from my exertions.
After a while, Lena rolled over to put her arm around me and lightly bite the tip of my chin.
“That was… amazing, I never knew…! Do that to me again, baby, that was the best thing ever, oh God it was sooo good, only, next time, give me a little more warning before you shove that pump handle up the old tight-spot! Where did you learn that?”
I grinned at her.
“Gower Street Nurses Quarters, so many young, willing, sex-starved, nubile, needy nurses, so few male medical students…!”
She reached out and pinched my nipple, hard.
“You’re a filthy disgusting animal, no woman’s safe from you; just remind me to have you boiled in Listerine, God knows what you’ve picked-up, from God knows who!” she grinned,
I slid my hands around her soft firm buttocks and pulled her against me as I kissed her.
“Are we okay now, Lena?” I asked her, “I only ever wanted you, I know that now. It never occurred to me that the girl I was looking for all along was you, and I know there were things you wanted out of this that I can’t do, not yet, or even deal with, but… maybe later. Whatever happens, I want you to know, it will only ever be you, always.”
Lena nuzzled my nose gently with hers.
“I know, and I know you know what I want from you, and maybe one day you can be that as well. Until then, if you don’t mind, I’ll keep my big brother locked away inside me; I won’t get rid of him; who knows, I might need him back again one day! Until then, we’ll be Darryl and Lena Morgan, a loving couple, and hopefully parents, one day soon!”
I had to grin; this was the deal she wanted, and to be honest, it wasn’t that big a deal, if it meant she was happy with the small compromise I’d asked of her; to forget for now that I was her brother so we could be what we both wanted, a real couple.
As I lay there, absently fondling her and stroking her smooth flanks, something she’d said finally caught my attention. I leaned back to look at her closely.
“Parents? Is that what you want, a baby? When?”
Lena slid her finger around on my chest in a meaningless pattern while I waited to hear what she wanted; to be honest, the thought of making babies with her was a very exciting one, so I just needed to know when she was expecting this to happen, and how she planned to deal with it. Eventually she rolled me onto my back, and leaned up over me, which put her sexy bum within easy reach, a fact I immediately took full advantage of.
“Dar, you say dad’s only got a year, maybe eighteen months left, okay, I don’t want to believe you, but I have to. So I want to give him something before he’s gone; I want him to hold his grandchild at least once before we lose him. I want you to give me a baby, our baby, so dad will see and hold that baby, and know that life will go on for us and his family. Is it so wrong of me to want that for us, and for him?”
Tears were running down her cheeks, and I had a huge lump in my throat as well. Our baby, the result of our love and commitment, would be the perfect gift to give him before it was too late. I realised that more than anything, I wanted to take that picture of my dad holding my child, something to treasure against the coming loss, all the years we would never have with him. However, a few realities needed to intrude here.
“Darling, I don’t have a job, or even a proper home, not somewhere we can bring up a child, anyway. How can we start thinking about babies when we don’t even know how we’re going to feed ourselves in six month’s time?”
Lena pinched me again.