Olivia was in a delirium of sexual overload; his hands on her, the position he was holding her in, and most of all the feel of his size rammed fully into her, was almost more than she could bear, but she still reached for him with her free hand, rubbing his neck, his shoulder, his chest, but not his face; she knew she wasn’t allowed to do that, not yet. As he began to pump into her, the sexual pressure ratcheted up notch after notch; Olivia was gasping as she pumped back against his powerful thrusts into her, her arousal peaking as his big cock stretched her vaginal sheath again, orgasm building yet again.
Suddenly, he pulled himself out of her and speared forward, his cock ramming into her loose and oily anus. As he slid into her, Olivia screamed, the bow-wave of her orgasm smashing into her, closing down all sensation except the feel of him as he pummelled her rectum. As she came, her anus squeezed tight around him, and with a loud, groaning gasp, he froze, his cock pulsing as he once again poured his spunk deep into her bowels, spraying her insides with his hot seed. Over and over he pulsed, spurt after spurt of hot spunk hammering into her tightest hole, coating her rectum with his milky sperm.
He stopped ejaculating, her anal muscles relaxing enough to let him withdraw, and he dropped down beside her, Olivia quivering and shaking from the volcanic orgasm, her sides and stomach aching from so many powerful orgasms, finally fucked to perfection by this incredible man.
As she calmed down, his arms snaked around and under her, pulling her close to kiss her gently, tenderly, lovingly, as his hands once again slid down to hold and squeeze her buttocks, the way he held her telling her that he owned her now, and Olivia gladly gave herself to the ownership of this superlative lover. She gladly kissed him back, unwilling to let go of any part of this wonderful man, surrendering completely to this lover who’d tied her down in the night and given her pleasure like she’d never experienced before. She held him close, feeling safe and warm, and oddly, loved, absolutely certain that, if she had anything to fear from any man, it wouldn’t be this one. She hugged him close, feeling his arms comforting and strong around her as sleep gradually overtook her.
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Olivia woke gradually, stretching luxuriously before it struck her; her hands were free! For a second she exulted, then realisation struck; if her hands were free, then he was gone! Her spirits crashed as she realised her perfect lover, the man she wanted more than anything, was gone, and she’d never seen him, would never know him. Her anxiety was short-lived, however, as she realised she wasn’t alone, an almost cellular awareness telling her that someone was still there. He was still there, he hadn’t stolen away in the night!
She began to remove the blindfold, but stopped; she didn’t want the fantasy to end like this; she wanted one last time with her unseen lover, one last dance before she had to let him go and embrace reality again. As she hesitated, a hand touched her cheek, soft fingers tracing her jawline, and sliding round to the back of her neck, gently urging her forward. Olivia complied, her mind’s eye full of the acts she might once again perform with this perfect lover.
She sensed him kneel up on the bed, pulling her closer to gently kiss and caress her, his hands once more wrapping themselves around her taut arse cheeks, pulling her closer to him, trapping his full-blooded erection between them. Olivia smelled soap, and her questing fingers found his hair damp; obviously he’d had a shower while she slept, and she marvelled that she’d been put to sleep so thoroughly that she’d not heard a thing. She grinned, and wound her arms around his neck, enjoying his kiss as he squeezed and separated her luscious buttocks, her hand finally slipping down to grasp and gently, firmly pump his hardness, hearing the soft, almost subliminal gasp, an intake of breath almost on the cusp of hearing.
Olivia broke off her kiss to bend down, her lips descending as she sought out the object of her desire; his ivory-hard cock. As her tongue-tip touched the warm, slick, velvety head, she heard again that soft, muted gasp, and then again as her lips engulfed him, sucking and tasting him as she slowly pumped her head up and down. She could feel his restrained movements as his bodily instincts sought to plunge himself deep into her hot, wet mouth, his need to enjoy her overriding his instincts second by second.
He lifted her up again, gently pushing her back onto the bed, and kissing his way down from her neck, to suck and nibble on her fat, swollen nipples, making her writhe in arousal as he suckled and licked at her, then kissing his way down her torso to her slit, his tongue sliding into that place where her hooded clitoris lay concealed. The little bead was already becoming solid with arousal as his tongue wormed its way into her slit, her breath catching in her throat as he grazed her clitoris with his teeth, and then sucked it between his lips, nearly tipping her over the edge there and then.
His tongue withdrew from her, Olivia mewing in frustration, until she sensed him over her, and felt his cock butting against her gaping slit, swollen and wet with need for him. She reached down and aimed him, and with a single stroke, he pushed himself into her in one long, slow, unstoppable glide, stretching her open as he invaded her hot recess once again.
Olivia gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively bucking up to meet him, and so they pumped and bucked against each other, his cock ramming into her as he fucked her wildly, silently, Olivia pumping back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, herself no less wild, only her breathing and gasping to break the morning silence in her bedroom.
Olivia could hold back no more; her orgasm broke over her like a giant tsunami, making her cry out in release, her body rigid as her pussy clamped down tight around his surging cock. He in turn cried out as the sudden restriction took him over the edge, his own body freezing in place as jet after jet of hot sperm powered into her, filling her up and squeezing out of their tightly joined sexes to run down her perineum and pool on the bed below.
When he’d finished ejaculating, he slumped down next to her, gently pulling her close by her buttocks and kissing her again.
“Thank you darling, thank you so much!” he whispered.
Olivia reached out stroke his face, this time without him pulling away, simultaneously sliding the blindfold off to see him for the first time, opening her eyes to look into his green eyes, the eyes of her beloved brother, Ryan.
“Hello beautiful girl, Happy Birthday!” he smiled, his hands caressing her as he leaned down to kiss her again.
Her eyes widened, too shocked to do anything except kiss him back, remembering how well, and how gently, how intently, how powerfully he’d loved her, how he’d made her feel like no man ever had before. Memories of their lovemaking blended seamlessly with her fantasy of him last night, the two memories drawing her to him powerfully as she realised that she loved him, that she was finally able to admit to herself that she was in love with him, and she wanted him, now. Ryan broke their kiss and smiled down at her, his eyes warm and loving.
“I love you, Livvie!” he whispered in her ear, his hands tightening as he squeezed her lush buttocks, pulling her against him, the feel of his cock against her lips making her pussy twitch in remembered passion.
Olivia’s hands caressed him as she kissed him back, eventually slipping down to hold and fondle his big velvety balls, and squeeze his semi-flaccid cock, the limp flesh stiffening and expanding in her hand into the thick muscular pillar of flesh she remembered from their night of non-stop fucking. This cock had spent most of the night ploughing into her, reaming her holes so completely, and now it was ready for more.
With a voiceless little cry, Olivia pushed him onto his back, sliding over him and throwing a leg over to straddle him, hissing in satisfaction as his surging cock slid into her hot, well-fucked pussy. His hands came up, squeezing and kneading her breasts as she slowly rode him, swivelling her hips and feeling the head of his cock rub against the neck of her womb, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her. Ryan squeezed and tugged at her nipples, stimulating the fat cones of her nipples and areolae as she slid back and forth on his solid cock.
Ryan began thrusting up against her as she ground against him, his hands on her nipples now rhythmically squeezing and gently pulling in time to his increasingly insistent thrusts. Olivia ground and bucked harder as the pleasurable sensation built inside her, sharp little rivulets of pleasure combining to form a pent-up flood as she rode him for all she was worth, feeling the dam beginning to give way. As her need began to peak she slumped forward, resting her hands on his hard, muscular chest as she ground herself against him for all she was worth, the patch of rough, wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing and stimulating her engorged clitoris, pushing her ever closer to the edge.
Ryan, sensing she was almost there, redoubled his efforts, his hands sliding down her back to clench and squeeze her buttocks as she ground and humped her crotch against his, his hands pushing her against him as she pushed herself down, wringing every last scrap of pleasure out of their coupling. As she began to pulse, her orgasm hovering on the edge, Ryan thrust two fingers into her tight, slippery anus as he arched his back, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could.
With a scream of release, Olivia came, her heart hammering as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure coursed through her. As she opened her eyes to look into her brother’s eyes, memory of when she’d masturbated to his imagined cocking of her rose up again, this time combined with reality as he rammed his thick cock into her.