Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

Both Lonnie's cock and my asshole were well-lubed. He brought the head of his monstrous organ back into line, causing me to flinch when it made contact with my ultra-sensitive nether flesh. Then he pushed. The pain that I had encountered earlier returned, but before I could pull away, he shoved his hips forward and entered me. I could tell that only his thick mushroomed-head was inside, but, somehow, I knew the most difficult part was over.

Lonnie didn't attempt to start fucking me right away. Instead, he let me get used to the new feeling of fullness, and to wait and see if the pain was going to lessen. What I didn't know, of course, was that he was fighting to control the timing of his orgasm. Not only did he want it to be memorable for him, but for me, too.

Amazingly, the pain soon disappeared. I wiggled my hips slightly, giving him the go-ahead to continue his journey through my virgin asshole. And continue, he did. Inch by slow-moving inch, he pushed his way in until his thick cock was totally sheathed in my hot, back-door hole.

Lonnie's cock was splitting me apart, beautifully. The feeling of absolute fullness was one of the most enjoyable sensations I had ever experienced. If it was like this in my asshole, I could only imagine how it was going to feel when I had a cock deep inside my steamy little pussy.

Just like when he first sliced his way through the outer ring of my asshole, he stopped all motion and rested. As a matter of fact, it was me who resumed my first, thrilling ass-fuck. I pulled away from him slightly, allowing his rock-hard staff to withdraw halfway out. Once reaching this position, I momentarily stopped before pushing my ass back and reseating him again to the hilt. I continued doing this until Lonnie began picking up my slow rhythm and thrusting ahead, meeting me halfway.

The slow stroking soon began to increase as both of our bodies needed the release that only the rapid frictioning would cause. With one hand on top of my head to maintain my position, Lonnie used his other hand to tweak my clit to the same ass-fucking tempo. Before I ever began to notice the first signs of my climax, I already knew it was going to be the best one of my short sexual life. I could feel his swinging, cum-laden balls striking at the hanging lips of my pussy as he really began to fuck me in earnest.

I wanted to scream out my pleasure, but refrained, knowing the possible consequences. Lonnie's breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps as his powerful cock-strokes got faster and faster.

"Oh, Lana, your tight asshole is going to milk the cum right out of my balls! Fuck me with your asshole! Faster! Faster! Oh fuck, here I come!" he squealed.

I was right with him. My spasms of delight had already started, and nothing could interrupt my body's natural course. His cock was sunk to my farthest depths when I could feel it begin to throb. Finally, with one last groan, his wonderful pleasure organ started to spurt its hot load within me. My asshole was convulsing like a spring with the tension suddenly released, biting again and again at my brother's imprisoned cock. I thought I would never cease climaxing.

It was probably several minutes before either of us had recovered. When I finally did, I realized his shrinking organ was still buried inside of me. I didn't want it to leave, but my natural reaction was to push the foreign object out. He left me with a load, and I began to feel his cooling jism start its journey back out through my rectum. It felt fantastic as it soothed my sore and burning ass-flesh.

Although it had been my ass that was fucked, I couldn't help but believe that it was a fuck, no matter where it had taken place. I was feeling very good about myself, and the thought that I might allow my brother to dip his magic wand into my virgin pool did cross my mind. But fortunately, I thought better of the idea, and instead, crawled next to him and took his exhausted body into my own tired arms.

At that wonderful moment, I realized I loved him more than a sister normally loves her brother. It was true that we were twins, but that still couldn't account for the tremendous emotion I felt for him. Even though I wanted to fuck my father, it was my brother, Lonnie, whom I never wanted to be away from. I let him know this with the soft little kisses I showered upon his face.

"Lonnie, my brother, my sweetheart, my lover, that was the most pleasure I have ever received. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for not only the wonderful times you have given me but, also, the times we are going to share in the future," I whispered in his ear, stopping occasionally to nibble at his earlobe.

"Oh, Lana, I wish there was some way I could show you how much I love you. Mai and the other girls I've screwed can't hold a candle to you. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he replied, hugging me close with his strong, supple arms.

"Oh yes, Lonnie, I understand exactly what you are saying. I want the same thing, and I feel the same way about you," I said. "But the one thing you must understand and deal with is the fact that I want Daddy to be the first man to fuck my pussy."

"You what?" he asked, the tone of his voice registering his disbelief.

"Oh, please, Lonnie, I have had this fantasy for so long. Won't you let me go after my impossible dream. Try to understand. I love you, but I need Daddy to do this. Please?" I begged, wanting his approval more than anything.

Lonnie rolled away from me in a sulk. He turned his back and refused to acknowledge my pleadings. It seems that once you have found the things you really wanted in life, there was a string attached that brought down sorrow upon the glow of triumph. Life was truly unfair.

After I had told Lonnie who I picked to relieve me of my virginity, he pouted for a few minutes, then got off the bed and silently left my room. I was just not able to find the words that would have made him understand. We had engaged in the best sex of our young lives, and now it was forgotten in lieu of my revelation about Daddy. Fortunately, the frenzied sex had tired me to the point where sleep, at least, temporarily took my mind off my new problem.

But the next morning found the situation with Lonnie unsolved. I tried not to dwell on it, and instead, concentrated on ways to continue my plan for seducing my father. I believed that once my cherry was a condition of the past, I could bring my brother back into the fold, and we could live out our lives in the bliss we had envisioned in my bed the night before.

So, even though the problem with Lonnie remained unsolved, I had a good feeling about what this day might bring. We planned to stay home and relax in the large backyard behind out house. The weather cooperated, giving us the warmest day of the year. This meant that everyone could get away with wearing light clothes. Yes, I thought, it was going to be a good day to continue my seductive assault on Daddy's sexual senses.

I put on my discarded baby-dolls from the night before to walk to the bathroom for my morning shower. Just in case my father was already up, he would catch an eyeful of my young body that might jolt him back to the memories of the preceding night. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to be awake.

After I finished my shower, I decided to wrap myself in a towel for the trip back to my room. I heard someone stirring, and tried to hurry, not wanting to inconvenience anyone by hogging the bathroom, and forcing them to use the one downstairs. As I turned the corner in the hallway, I saw my father quietly closing his bedroom door, obviously not wanting to disturb a still-sleeping Mai. All he was wearing was a pair of thin cotton pajamas.

I loosened the towel a little, ran up to him, and gave him an early-morning hug. He held me for a moment, and gave me a fatherly kiss on the forehead. We exchanged the greetings of the morning, and both mentioned how much we had enjoyed the night before. As we were disengaging ourselves from each other, I gave a slight shrug, and allowed the towel to open and fall to the floor. I quickly turned my back to him, feigning embarrassment, then bent over to retrieve the covering. I could tell he was uncomfortable with my nakedness, but I could tell that he couldn't take his eyes off me. And when I was bent over, I could feel his gaze fall on my exposed crotch. I muttered something about being clumsy, and ran toward my room without recovering myself, leaving Daddy standing with his mouth agape. It was definitely starting off to be a terrific day, I thought.