He took me at my word, and began pumping his cock harder, sliding himself nearly all the way out and jamming it back in again, fucking me hard and mercilessly in my ass, and I was loving it, curls of orgasm twisting and threading through me as I pumped back against him, my climax approaching as the sheer outrageous sexiness of what we were doing got to me. I reached down and began rubbing and pulling at my painfully engorged clit, willing myself to come as I enjoyed the feeling of this superb cock sodomizing me so thoroughly.
When I climaxed, it was as if a white light went on behind my eyes, and I screamed into my pillow as my orgasm jolted and pounded through me, lighting up every nerve ending all at once. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a depth of release I couldn’t believe was happening to me. Mark felt it too; he groaned out loud as his cock swelled up until it felt impossibly big in the tight confines of my ass, the sperm bulleting into me with unbelievable force, jet after jet, filling me up, prolonging my climax, the contractions in my ass milking him of all his spunk as it massaged and squeezed him, running him dry.
Mark slipped from me, even the act of withdrawing from me giving me another, mini-orgasm, to lie next to me and pull me close against him, his hands roaming over me, touching and caressing, rubbing and gently squeezing as he felt me all over again. His cock was flaccid now, for the first time that evening, and I took the time to rub and touch it, handle it as he was touching and handling me.
I grinned up at him, one hand wrapped around his balls as I scratched his scrotum gently.
“So, lover-boy, is that all for tonight?” I teased, kissing him, “Where do you get all the energy from, you’re like a machine!” I giggled.
He smiled back.
“It’s you, Tink, every time I think I’m done, I look at you, or kiss you, or squeeze your hot little ass, or grab your lovely boobs, you gorgeous little doll, and the flag goes up, and I’m ready again. You’re killing me, but what a way to go!”
He hugged me tight and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him so he could hold my buttocks while we snogged, tongues and lips playing and fencing as we kissed, and licked, and nipped each other. Marks hands clamped tight around my bum cheeks, and I could tell he was enthralled by them, the way he kept massaging, squeezing and pulling them apart to make me gasp and giggle, and feel very horny.
“I told you I’d fuck your arse for you!” he grinned as we kissed, and I reached behind me to feel his cock stirring as he played with my bum.
“If you were any kind of man, you’d do it again, prove it wasn’t just a fluke!” I teased him, giving his cock a squeeze and a shake while rubbing the tip.
It grew in my hand, from semi-on to fully erect and ready in a twinkle, and all I could do was think ‘this boy has got the right stuff, oh yeah!’ as I waited for him to do something nice with it.
Mark grinned and slid me down until he prodded my ass with the tip of his cock, slowly feeding himself back into me, with me controlling the penetration this time, pushing myself back onto him until he was once again sheathed in my recently cherry ass.
Now I began to rise and fall, pacing myself, enjoying the feeling of this column of flesh invading my most private place, watching Mark’s eyes as he enjoyed me, my fingers rubbing and tweaking my nipples as I danced for him, slowly sliding up and down on him, grinding my clit against him on my downstroke, enjoying myself thoroughly.
His hands reached for my hips as he began to thrust up against me, my motion changing to a see-saw as I clenched his cock rhythmically with my anal muscles while I rubbed my pussy against him.
Mark began to buck as I pumped on him, my own breath coming in gasps as I neared orgasm, until suddenly, he groaned and I felt his spunk shoot into me as his cock swelled in me, the sensation tipping me over the edge, and I came as well, a warm gush of my own juices bathing Mark’s belly and balls as I flooded him, my body chiming like a bell with the waves of pleasure gusting through me. I dimly felt Mark take my hands as I writhed and shuddered on him, the waves of pleasure gradually lessening as my climax died away.
I slumped down on him, all conscious thought gone, his arms around me, his cheek against mine, as we cuddled in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms. Gradually he softened, and slid from my hole, his cock falling to lie against his leg, and I could feel his thick virile spunk oozing from my just-sodomized ass.
After a while, I knew it was time for him to go we were starting to haze-out, and Christ alone knew what would happen if that drunken bitch found us like this in the morning, so I reluctantly slid off him, and pinched his cock lightly to wake him up.
“Ow! What was that for?” he grinned, pulling me closer for another snogging session, but I wasn’t fooled; I knew where that led, and it was nearly midnight.
“Time for bed Mark, your own bed, come on, Stud-Boy, if you fall asleep in here we’ll both get scalped; well, I will, so time to go beddy-bye, in your room! Stop pouting, you know you’ll get more rumpy-pumpy tomorrow, so you need to recharge your tank; I think I drained it, well, that’s what it feels like!”
He leaned up over me, his eyes luminous, to look into my eyes, his expression serious.
“I meant what I said before, Jules, I love you, and I want you, and I’m going to keep on wanting you; you’re the most perfect, beautiful girl in the world, and you belong to me now. The sex, all of it, that’s just playing, just appetite, the real stuff is inside. I love you, Tinkerbell, and I always have.”
I smiled back at him, sudden tears blurring my vision for a second, and gently nipped his lip with my teeth, and whispered “I love you too, Lost Boy. Take me away one day, Ok? Give us a chance at a proper life, yes?”
He smiled back, thumbed the tears from my cheeks, and kissed me gently. “It’s a deal, Tink!”
I should have let him stay. I should never have let him open that door; but he did, and as he stepped out of my room, I heard mum’s voice in the hallway outside, still slurred with the drink, but lucid enough to realise he was naked, and coming out of my room in the middle of the night.
“Mark, what are you doing, why are you… what have you been doing with her?”
The hatred in her voice made me quail, and all I heard from Mark was his stammering attempts to explain what he was doing.
“Come with me, NOW!” she screamed, hustling Mark away, completely ignoring me.
I tumbled into my clothes, grabbed my ‘phone and purse, and headed downstairs, where I heard mum’s voice in the sitting room, talking to Mark, sounding almost reasonable, cajoling, not angry at all.
There was no way I was going in there, I was going to wait right here, wait for Mark, he’d make this right; perhaps it was a good thing we’d been caught, after all, he said he wanted to take me away, perhaps this was what we needed, a way to start a new life away from here, just the two of us.
The sitting room door wrenched open and there stood mum, an expression on her face I hope to never see again on any human face, Mark just visible on the couch, a strange look on his face.
“You fucking degenerate, you seduced your own brother, that’s how whores behave, that’s what you are, a disgusting little incest whore!” she screeched.
I put my hands over my ears, trying to block out what she was screaming at me, wanting Mark to come and save me, and he never came, he sat there, looking right through me.