Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

I peeled the soaking panties from my body, waited for a moment while he stepped from his discarded garments, and rushed back into his arms. Again we held each other tight, and resumed our tongue-fucking kiss. The only movement was the slight friction of our sexual parts against one another's. I wanted desperately to have his beautiful cock stuck deep into my cunt, but I held back, knowing that that special place was earmarked for Daddy's generously sized member.

My brother maneuvered me to the foot of the bed and gave the slightest shove. I toppled back upon the bed, and was quickly covered by Lonnie. Soon, his mouth and tongue began replacing his hands as the primary pleasure-givers. He was licking and sucking, and even gently biting my swollen nipples, while his hands skillfully kneaded the softer tit-flesh. My fevered pussy was also crying out for attention, and since his hands and mouth were quite busy, I took his throbbing prick and rubbed it up and down inside my steamy, slick cunt slit.

Almost immediately, the initial tremors of orgasm began to mount in me. I concentrated his swollen cockhead on the bursting nub of my clit. Right away I was out of control. The pushing, slamming, and sliding motion of his prick against my most sensitive organ was rapidly bringing on the physical onslaught of my climax.

"Oh wow! Oh wow! I'm coming already! Suck my tits! Bite them! Fuck my clit with your beautiful prick! I'm coming!" I screamed.

I don't know if Mai or my father heard my bloodcurdling yell, but at that body-spasming moment, I couldn't care less.

When I recovered my senses, I realized that Lonnie was trying to work his prick between my puffy cunt lips and into my still-convulsing vagina. Still feeling terribly horny, even though I had just orgasmed, I was almost tempted to let him continue until he finally owned my cherry. It was more than with a little bit of sorrow that I had to refuse his entry.

"Oh, Lonnie, please don't do that," I pleaded, trying to turn my body away and close my legs. "I want to save it for someone else."

"Come on, Lana, you know you'll enjoy it. What is the big deal about who goes first? I'll be gentle, I promise," he said.

"No, Lonnie! That is my final word on the subject. I'll let you fuck me someday. You know I love your big, hard cock. Just have a little patience. Okay?" I replied, not wanting to totally reject him.

He rolled off my body, turned onto his stomach, and began to sulk. I didn't want our sex session to end so quickly and on this kind of negative note.

"Listen to me, Brother dear," I said, an idea taking shape in my mind, "remember when Mai and I had to torture you to go along with us in taking care of Mother? Did you like the feeling of having those things put up your asshole?"

My question appeared to have a positive effect on him. He turned on his side, then thought for a second. His cock, which had begun to shrink after my rejection, was once again coming back to life.

"Yes, I remember. What is it to you?" he shot back, still in the throes of his little-boy tantrum.

"I don't know," I answered, "it's just that I really enjoyed watching it happen."

"It hurt in the beginning," he said, "but after they were in for a while, I kind of liked the way they felt. As a matter of fact, if I didn't have that damn cock-ring on, I probably would have come as soon as I began feeling comfortable with it inside of me. What does that have to do with what is happening or, to be more precise, what is not happening?"

"Well, since that first night, when you put your finger inside my asshole, I've yearned to take something larger. If you are up to it, and I can see you are, why don't you fuck me in the ass instead of my pussy?" I asked, seeing his eyes immediately light up at my suggestion.

"Do you really mean it?" he questioned, not able to hide the glee in his voice.

Instead of giving him an answer, I rolled to my knees, turned my ass in his direction, and pulled my buttocks apart, giving him an unobstructed view of my asshole. Just thinking about what was going to happen was turning my body into jelly. And listening to Lonnie maneuvering to get into position told me that he, too, was being overpowered by the desire to try a new sexual endeavor.

I could feel the bed move as he crawled between my legs. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position to begin his assault, his swinging cock and balls were making exquisite contact between my thighs. Finally, he had himself lined up and was guiding his swollen cockhead to my puckered porthole. That first touch was electric. But, almost immediately, I realized it was going to be a chore to get such a large object into so tight a space. I let him try to work it in for a few moments, but eventually, I had to pull away because it was beginning to hurt. It was quite depressing to find out that not even this fantasy was likely to be made a reality.

"Stop, Lonnie!" I commanded. "It hurts too much. I guess we're going to have to forget about it."

"Hold it just the way you are for a minute. I have an idea. Let me give it a try," he said.

Since I really wanted that beautiful cock inside me, I kept my position, and allowed him to have a go at what he had in mind. Still holding my ass cheeks far apart, I almost jumped when I felt his hand upon the heated tissue of my sopping cunt. It was obvious that he was trying to get me in the mood again. I had to admit, he was on the right track. He touched and caressed my cunt, working his way closer and closer to my resurgent clitoris. I thought, at first, that he had forgotten about the original mission, and, instead, was going to give me the more traditional finger-fuck.

I was wrong. While one hand continued to massage my little joy button, I felt an entirely new sensation in the deep center of my ass… Lonnie was using his tongue on me. He started with long, wet strokes, beginning at the top of my crack and ending at that small piece of skin that bridged my two holes. Every time his wonderful tongue touched the sensitive anal flesh, I twinged with erotic delight. I wanted him to give his total concentration to that puckered little hole, and, thankfully, I was getting my wish.

When he began flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, I was raised to the next level of pleasure. All the feelings that were usually reserved for the stimulation of my pussy seemed to have been transferred to the pink flesh of my nether hole.

"Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie, don't stop! It feels sooo great!" I cried, ecstatic with his lingual technique.

But the best was yet to come. After poking furiously with his tongue for a few wonderful minutes, he stiffened his pleasure-giving tongue and tried to drive it through the heavily muscled ring. Like magic, I felt my tiny hole begin to relax and open for his thrusting tongue. I could feel him forcing in gobs of his slick saliva. It was then that I realized what his ass-eating was trying to accomplish.

Lonnie continued in this vein for a while before replacing that marvelous organ with a slick finger. At first, I missed the sensation of the hot, darting tongue, but when his finger slid effortlessly into me, I forgot it. Lonnie stroked it in and out, getting my hungry hips to meet his incoming thrusts. When he slipped in a second finger, I was amazed that there was none of the pain that I had experienced when he had tried to gain entry with his huge, swollen prick. I could have had this go on indefinitely, but that was not going to be the case. My brother had other ideas in mind.

And now that I was totally lubricated and relaxed, not to mention highly aroused, he was ready to try to ass-fuck me again. My brother was proving to be a very considerate lover.

Once more I could feel him bring himself into position. The big difference, this time, was that he didn't immediately go right for my asshole. Instead, he took his ready cock in his hand and began lubricating its entire length by continuously running it through the puddles of sex juice that had accumulated in my cunt slit. Every time he made contact with my clit, my hips involuntarily backed closer to him in invitation. If I was ever going to be ready, this was the time.