Her questing fingers slowly slid across her distended clitoris, making her jump and hiss at the sharp zing of pleasure, then returned to slowly, slowly rub and tease at it, feeling the throb and cascade of pleasure as she rubbed more and more, her breath sobbing and hissing as she approached that place, the shadowy image of her lover suddenly revealing himself as Ryan, his lips on her nipples as his surging, muscular cock plunged into her.
Olivia screamed as she came, her pussy spasming as the fantasy Ryan pounded into her, dream-cock filling her and rolling her orgasm on and on, her pussy, her breasts, her entire body on fire as she sobbed and shuddered in the throes of her gigantic orgasm, her pussy pulsing in time to the thrusts of dream-Ryan’s solid, muscular cock.
She slumped against the cool wall of the cubicle, gasping with the intensity of her release, thoroughly disgusted and appalled that she’d come so volcanically at the thought of her brother pounding his imagined cock into her, yet also wondering if this was what she’d been trying to tell herself for so long? The orgasm was real, there was no doubt about that! Perhaps the reason behind it was also…?
She shook her head to clear it, on impulse reaching out to flick the temperature switch to ‘Low’, and gasped as a spray of frigid water bathed her in chill, clearing her head and cooling her down after the overheated episode just past. She suffered the chill spray a few moments more as her head cleared, then flicked the switch back to ‘Normal’, luxuriating as the hot spray once more enveloped her, taking the edge off the chill.
She stepped out of the cubicle and draped a bath sheet around herself, wrapping another towel around her hair as she padded out of the bathroom into her bedroom. As she sat on the bed towelling her hair before blow-drying it, Olivia pondered on what had made her come so hard, like never before, in fact. She felt disgusted, unclean, somehow soiled, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she couldn’t deny, she’d been hugely turned on by the thought; even now, much as she tried to deny it, the thought of Ryan, as she’d imagined him, pounding his cock into her, made her feel distinctly hot and bothered all over again.
Olivia resolutely put thoughts of Ryan from her head. He’s your brother, for fuck’s sake, what kind of sick bitch are you? she asked herself, throwing her towel across a chair as she dried her hair, letting the blast of hot air relax her and wind her down for sleep. Finished at last, she slipped on a pair of panties and an oversized tee-shirt, one of Ryan’s, in fact, and slid between the covers, flicking off the lamp on the nightstand.
She came awake with a start, instantly awake and alert, lying on her back with her arms above her head, trying to work out what it was that woke her so completely. She tried to reach out to switch on the lamp, to discover her hands were immobilised, something soft and unyielding clamped about her wrists. At the same time she realised she had something about her head, a blindfold of some sort, and, yes, her legs were immobilised too, the same soft, unyielding restraints around her ankles. Olivia opened her mouth to scream, and a soft hand clamped down gently over her lips.
“Ssshhh, you’re okay, you’re not going to get hurt, trust me!” a barely audible whisper breathed in her ear.
Olivia tried to struggle, but, as she was almost totally immobilised, all she did was bounce a little on the mattress.
“Calm down, please, no-one’s going to hurt you, I promise you!” hissed that barely audible whisper again, and, strangely, the sound of it did calm her. For some reason she believed whoever it was, so she lay still, waiting to see what came next.
She didn’t have long to wait. The bed creaked as another body climbed onto it, she felt two hands take hold of the hem of her tee, and then, with a heave, tore it open up to the neck, exposing her breasts and suddenly stiff nipples. Now she heard the sound of scissors, and flinched as something cold touched her hip, then felt the pressure of her panties’ waistband disappear. The same on the other hip; he was cutting her panties away!
Whoever it was took hold of the tattered panties and pulled them out from under her to leave her waxed mound unprotected, open to the night air. She could feel every current of air on her suddenly tender labia and throbbing nipples; she’d fantasised often enough about something like this, the fantasy inevitably becoming more detailed and involved as the years progressed, and now it was happening. Would it be anything like she hoped? All she knew was that whoever it was, she hoped he wouldn’t be rough, or hurt her before he’d finished.
And now he was kissing her! The unknown man had soft, gentle lips, and he kissed her tenderly, almost lovingly, in a line from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her breasts, then under each breast in turn, his warm breath tantalising her nipples in turn, before slowly kissing and licking her nipples, her gasp loud in the night silence as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, rubbing the end with the flat of his tongue as his fingers teased and squeezed the other, the sensations shooting straight to her pussy and making it itch and crawl as her labia swelled and flowered open in arousal.
Still rubbing and squeezing her fat nipple, the man slowly kissed his way down her torso, Olivia squirming in delight as he ticked all her boxes, his tongue and lips delighting her in their slow, tantalising journey down her body. When his lips reached her navel, she squirmed and bucked as his tongue lashed around inside, exploring the recesses of her sexy jewel of a navel. Always before, anyone doing this would have had her in uncontrollable giggles as they found her most ticklish spot, but now, now it was hot and arousing. He continued down, kissing and gently lapping at her smoothly rounded stomach, until, with a gasp of pure ecstasy from her, his tongue-tip slid into the crease between her labia and lapped lightly at the hood of her throbbing clitoris.
He licked and lapped lightly, jolts of pleasure shooting through her at each stabbing lick of his tongue, light as it was, the pressure building as he licked and tasted her. Olivia was almost delirious with pleasure; whoever he was, he knew exactly how to please her, something none of her previous boyfriends had learned; she was always the trophy girlfriend, the ‘look what I’ve got’ girl for them to display to their friends, and their bedroom abilities were woefully lacking.
But this man, now, he knew exactly how to please a woman, how to tease and arouse her, and as he bored in, driving her into a frenzy of sexual abandon, she thrashed about on the bed, the restraints adding a new dimension to her sexual pleasure; unable to move or react physically, she was however free to experience every nuance of his tongue and lips on her, to draw the maximum sensation and pleasure from the tiniest touch or the slightest breath on her exposed vulva.
Her juices were running freely as she pushed her crotch as hard into his face as she could, and he accepted her offer, his tongue sliding inside her to lick and rub against her inner lips, something no other lover had ever tried or wanted to do.
She felt him shift his whole body so he was now lying between her splayed-open thighs, his hands holding her cheeks as he held her crotch up against his mouth, his tongue alternately probing inside her, and lapping long, flat licks from the tight, wrinkled little knot of her anus to her throbbing clitoris, driving her wild, her teeth clenched with the effort to not scream at him to fuck her, hard, make her come there and then!
He continued to lick and push his tongue inside her, the movements of his tongue inside her almost unbearably pleasurable, her orgasm building higher and higher, until she was almost out of her mind with the need for release, and when his pointed tongue tip finally pushed deep into her tight little anus as his fingers lightly caressed her clitoris, that was the last straw.
Olivia came with a strangled, guttural shriek, her pussy spasming and fluttering as she gave herself up to an orgasm like she’d never known before, her hips pounding the bed as her juices flooded out of her.
Her unknown lover moved over her, his body gradually lowering onto hers as his lips came into contact with her own, a tender, almost loving kiss brushing her lips, the taste of her own excitement mingled with sweet breath and a hint of something familiar. He licked the tip of her nose and whispered softly, almost inaudibly “My turn!”
Olivia felt the bed move again as he got up, and then the soft, subtle sounds of cloth rustling, and realised he was getting undressed. After a long moment, she started as a gentle finger lightly traced along her jawline and up to her chin, to lightly rub her bottom lip and slowly slip inside her mouth. Olivia sucked on the finger, feeling him slowly prising her jaws apart, before withdrawing the finger.