Chapter 39
What I started to discover right there was that I loved anal, and strangely enough, I was blessed with an unusual ease that I never heard any other woman talk about having. When his finger went in, it hurt, burned hard at first—a sharp sting that climbed up the inner walls, stretching everything like it was tearing slowly. But it switched on things inside me that I can't even explain. Whenever anyone asks me what it's like to give up your ass, what I feel, I don't know how to say it. That uncomfortable sensation seems to grab the pleasure from my pussy and stretch it out, slow it down and amp it up, and when it builds, it explodes. When he shoved his fingers in after working it a bit, I grabbed his wrist, making him stop. Not because it hurt, but because I wanted to feel more, I ground back like I was adjusting it inside me and started clenching down on his fingers with my body, the orgasm came and hovered right there beside me, like it was some entity watching me and saying: I'm here, you slut, just call and I'll come over and wreck you completely.
"Jonath… wait."
"Is it hurting?"
He made a quick move to pull his fingers out and I gripped his wrist even tighter, nails digging into his skin.
"Don't move, or I'm the one who's gonna come."
"Huh, but you can come…"
"Shut up, don't talk to me," I breathed deep, trying to form the right words, my voice sounding like some possessed chick. "Put your cock in my ass and push in slow."
I could still hear him trying to say something, but he gave up. He just grabbed the tube and slathered more on my ass, the cold gel dripping thick over the entrance, mixing with the wetness from my pussy that was already forming a puddle on the sheet. His cock brushed first—hot, thick, the swollen head pressing against the tight entrance, stretching the skin around it like it was gonna tear. I bit the pillow harder, teeth sunk into the fabric, old cotton taste in my mouth. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, the burn hit hard—a scorching that climbed up my belly, mixed with a full, invasive pressure that filled my ass completely like there was no room for anything else. The inner walls stretched, clenching around him, pulsing involuntarily, trying to push him out and suck him in at the same time. My whole body shook, thighs going weak, ass arched high, the cool air hitting my spread crack, making me feel exposed, dirty, like some indecent whore offering up the forbidden in the dark of the room we'd shared since we were kids.
When the head popped in, there was relief mixed with more burn—the cock sliding deeper, veins rubbing the sensitive walls, filling everything to the limit, a feeling of being torn open inside but at the same time complete, the pleasure rising slow from my belly to my chest, to my small tits swaying under the nightie. I felt like a slut, dirty, sinful—the mom's voice echoing in my head: "that's sodomy, Nicole, the devil's taking you to hell, you shameless tramp." Christian guilt squeezing my chest, mixed with the lust that wouldn't quit, like God was watching and I didn't give a fuck anymore. When he sank in deep, to the base, he thrust once hard, skin slapping skin, and stopped. Pulsing inside, hot, filling everything. I let out a hoarse sigh, muffled in the pillow, my ass clenching around him, my whole body throbbing.
My body trembled trying to take it all in, I could feel my sphincter chewing on him, wrong and buried deep. Squeezing and releasing in involuntary spasms, like it wanted to push him out and hold him forever at the same time. His whole cock buried, pulsing hot, thick, stuffing my ass to the brim where nothing else could fit. I tried with my shaking hand to touch my pussy and barely managed—fingers slick with wetness and gel, brushing the swollen clit that throbbed like it had its own heartbeat. I threw myself still arched against the bed, tits sunk into the mattress, ass high, staring at the door imagining what would happen if it opened. My brother buried balls-deep in my ass, and me with my hands between my legs trying to reach his sack to rub against my soaked pussy.
"Fuck me," I gave the order, voice hoarse, muffled in the pillow, almost a growl.
God and the devil danced on my corpse.
He didn't wait anymore. He grabbed my skinny hips hard, fingers digging into the skin, and started thrusting slow at first—pulling out almost all the way and sinking back in deep, each stroke stretching more, opening more, his cock sliding in the gel and the tight heat of my ass. The burn turned to pure pleasure, a wave rising from my belly to my chest, to my small tits bouncing under the nightie, to my hard nipples rubbing the fabric. He sped up, slapping skin against skin low and rhythmic, his cock plunging in and out fully now, veins scraping the sensitive inner walls, filling and emptying in strokes that made my whole body shake. I barely moved—just took it, arching my ass higher, spreading my legs wider, letting him pound like I always loved.
The hand on my pussy circled my clit fast, fingers soaked sliding in and out of my front while he hammered from behind, each deep thrust making his cock rub the inner walls of my ass, stretching everything again. The double pressure—thick cock in my ass, fingers curving hard in my pussy—was unbearable, a fire that built slow and then exploded without warning. I held back. I waited on purpose. I wanted to come right when he unloaded inside, feel his cock pulse hard, his hot cum filling my ass completely while my body fell apart. I didn't want to come first. I wanted it together, his orgasm dragging me over the edge.
My ass clenched harder around him, like it wanted to trap him forever. My clit throbbed under my fingers, my pussy contracting in empty spasms, wetness running down my thighs in thick streams. He sped up slamming deep, groaning like a madman, his thighs shaking against mine. I could feel every vein on his cock rubbing, every pulse building inside.
"Nicole… I'm gonna come… fuck…"
He locked up suddenly, cock buried to the hilt, pulsing hard. The first spurt came hot and sticky, flooding deep in my ass—a warmth that spread fast, climbing up my belly, burning so good. Then the second, the third, thick jets that I felt each one, his cock shaking inside, milking against the tight walls. His cum filled me till it overflowed, dripping slow from the entrance when he stopped, thick and hot running down my thighs.
That's when I broke. The orgasm hit violent, like my whole body got struck by lightning. My ass clenched in hard spasms around his still-pulsing cock, milking every last drop. My pussy contracted in deep waves, wetness gushing strong—a hot squirt, thick, spraying high on the sheet, on his thighs, dripping everywhere in warm puddles. I screamed muffled into the pillow, body locking up tight, back arching so hard it almost hurt, legs shaking wildly, the pleasure exploding from my belly to my tits, to my hard nipples rubbing the nightie, to my neck, to my weakening thighs that nearly gave out. Wave after wave, my ass blinking in empty and full spasms at once, his cum mixed with my wetness dripping slow, staining everything.
He stayed buried inside, panting, his cock softening slow while I shook all over, body limp, ass still arched, hole blinking empty and full, cum running down my thighs in hot sticky strings, dripping onto the stained sheet.