Michael Smith: Siblings

"It wasn't just a lucky guess," I said, as my hand traveled down her back, pressing her warm body against mine. "Besides, a gentleman always lets a lady come first."

"What do you mean, it wasn't a 'lucky guess'?"

I was still down by one horrible pun. "Well, being an Island girl, I figured you couldn't resist a Pacific rim…" She groaned and laughed softly in my ear; then she licked one finger and marked a score in the air.

"That's a hell of a start, but we've got all night to try and top it. Don't we?" She hugged me affectionately.

"We certainly do," I replied, and hugged her back.

It was a long night and neither of us got much sleep. There was too much of each other to explore, and I think we covered every available square inch. We began with a conventional fuck there on the bed, if anything about Connie could be said to be conventional. She was a long way from being a virgin, but her cunt was still tight. As I pushed my cock into her, she locked her ankles so high up on my back I nearly slithered out again.

Finally, relying on her gymnastic strength, I hooked my arms behind her knees and thrust up into her as far as I could reach. As she breathed deeply with pleasure, I could feel the head of my cock battering against her cervix. She made low growling noises again as I positioned myself to apply maximum friction against her clit, and when we both climaxed, one after the other, a few minutes later, she was breathing rapidly with her mouth wide open, almost as if she were in labor.

The taste of her own juices and my semen didn't bother her either, because five minutes afterward she was stretched out atop me with my cock in her mouth and the sweet smell of her pussy hovering just above my throat. She went from sucking hard on my cock head to lightly flicking her tongue up and down its length. I couldn't quite reach the prize with my tongue, so I turned my head a bit and nibbled the insides of her thighs while gently squeezing her ass with both hands. When I finally came again, she sucked hard, not wanting to lose a drop of me.

After we caught our breaths, she urged me over on my stomach, pushed my legs far apart, and lay with her face pressed snugly up between my legs. She licked my balls and sucked them gently into her mouth one at a time and then both together. A guy can't help but feel vulnerable in that position, but I loved it – especially when she tugged just a little.

I couldn't reach her at all with my hands, of course, so I was completely at her mercy. I suspected she liked to be in control to some degree and I was content to let her orchestrate our lovemaking. Besides, she was so very good at it!

She moved away from my balls and I felt my checks being spread. I remembered her tapering, beautifully manicured fingernails, but what I felt poking into my ass was too wet and mobile to be a finger. She swabbed her tongue up and down, from the base of my balls all the way to the base of my spine, pausing on each journey to flick it into my ass.

After a few minutes of that treatment, my cock was rigid again, trapped between me and the bed, and I had to roll over on my back. Connie was instantly on her knees over my cock, letting herself down onto it, then lying on my chest and sliding slowly up and down on the organ that filled her so completely.

I couldn't reach to kiss her very easily – the only disadvantage of her lack of height – so I lay happily and quietly, smoothing her glossy hair and stroking her neck and shoulders. We dozed off for perhaps thirty minutes, arms around each other, a lovely woman still impaled on my cock.

Connie brought me back to wakefulness by the simple method of resuming her motion. After a minute, she sat up, hands pressed flat against my chest, her hair curtaining her face, and began systematically pumping me up into herself. I reached down with both hands and gripped her ass, flattening her groin and bending her back. I could feel the fiery friction between my cock and her clit. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth opened and closed without a sound. She seemed to be in another place. Break on through to the other side, I urged her silently. This time, I came first and that rush within her triggered her own orgasm. She moaned breathily and collapsed on my chest again.

"Oh, God," she whispered between gulps of air. She was finally tiring herself out, I thought. Good thing, too; I wasn't sure I could manage more than three climaxes in one night. Unbelievable.

I was awakened about 3:00 a.m. by Connie's small, slender hand yet again wrapped around my penis. Her head lay against my shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she seemed almost to be running on automatic. My cock was reacting to her warm grip, though, and I was willing to fuck this insatiable woman as many times as I could manage, even if it put me in the hospital. But I decided to take charge myself this time around.

I gently removed her hand from my cock and slid her head off my arm. She murmured something incomprehensible. I wasn't sure I could roll her over onto her other side without waking her, so, moving very slowly and quietly, I arched my body across hers, trading sides of the bed. Now she was facing away from me. Her lovely, athletic body was lying loosely curled and I moved up against her from behind. Her frame was so small, I could reach almost every part of her.

My hand crept over her hip and worked its way down between her legs. When my middle finger slipped through the gate guarding her clit, she shifted her legs to give me better access and sighed. She was still asleep. After perhaps thirty seconds of gently stroking her hard little center, her breathing deepened and her own hand moved down to replace mine. In another moment she was slowly masturbating in her sleep.

My finger was wet with the juices of her cunt; I put it in my mouth and sucked it dry. The taste of her was fantastic. The same finger now moved to her asshole, lightly brushing the puckered ridges. Her sphincter quivered involuntarily as I eased my finger past the muscular rim. By the time it was in her up to the second knuckle, her hips were visibly twitching and she was finally beginning to waken.

I leaned over and kissed the side of her neck and flicked my tongue in and out of her ear. She opened one eye halfway and twisted her head to see where I was. She continued to stroke her clit as we kissed – and then I thrust all three inches of my middle finger past her relaxed sphincter, all the way up into her small, tight ass.

Her mouth and both eyes popped open at the unexpected sensation. She knew immediately what was where, however, and she gasped and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as I flexed my finger several times.

Had I been completely awake, I would never have done any of this without at least her tacit consent. Connie was small but she was strong and very tough. Any man trying to force himself on her would come away missing both balls and an ear, and I knew it. As it was, I was just lucky. Connie liked the surprise of being gently dominated – a little, anyway -as much as she enjoyed being the aggressor.

She drew up her right leg and moved it past my arm. Now she lay on her back, legs spread wide, as I leaned over her with my wrist pressed against her crotch and my finger gyrating in her rectum. I varied the rhythm with random flexing motions, as if I were attempting to make a one-finger fist, and each time I did, her body twitched and jerked.

Her hand was flashing across the wet, red tip of her clit and her moans came from deep in her throat. As she neared her orgasm, I began moving my finger smoothly in and out but no more than one knuckle. She bent her knees up against her chest, giving me the greatest possible freedom of movement, and I took advantage of it, moving my finger almost completely in and out of her hole. Finally, at the very instant she peaked, I slammed my finger all the way back into her. She gave a small cry, though not of pain, and I could feel the convulsive contractions in both her rectum and through the dividing membrane in her vagina.