“Let go,” was my groaned command. “Relax and let go.”
And closing her eyes, the girl’s brow lowered in concentration.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, big boobies dangling even as her butt strained. “Mmmm.”
“No honey,” I said softly, leaning down to lick her anus once. “Don’t strain. That’s the wrong thing, not like you’re giving birth all over again. Breathe deep and just flow. Imagine warm honey coating your body and worming its way up your ass. That’s how you get relaxed.”
And taking another deep breath, the brunette tried again.
“Unnnnh,” she moaned, eyes closed, chin tipping up. “Unnnn. Is that better?”
And it was. This time, I got my finger all the way up to the first knuckle in that tight rectum.
“Great job,” I praised. “Amazing work, sweet thing, we’re definitely making progress.” Because she was getting dick up there, my baby was gonna swallow me with her ass today.
But there was no reason to freak her out just yet.
“Honey,” I began slowly. “Do you think you can take this up there?”
And in my hand was a set of plastic ben wa balls. They’re not exactly medical devices. Well they are, if you believe in all that karma sutra shit.
“What is that?” she gasped, eyeing the purple plastic. “Do they go in my …?”
I laughed.
“They sure do, sweet pea. But let’s get you in a more comfortable position. And I promise, we’ll use lube. Come on, sweetheart. Sit here.”
Carefully, I slid a rolling stool towards her. It was about two and a half feet tall, just a regular stool a doctor uses during exams.
She straightened, eyeing it.
“Just sit? Like normal?”
I paused for an instant.
“Sit,” I commanded, “And then we’ll talk.”
Slowly, she levered that lush, gorgeous form onto the stool before lifting caramel brown eyes to me.
“What next then?” she asked.
“Lean forward a little,” was my harsh growl. “Put your hands on the seat and lean forwards a little.”
Obeying my girl put both hands on the stool between her legs and leaned forward.
“More,” I commanded. “Bend over more.”
The brunette kept leaning forward until her knees parted nicely, butt almost lifting off the edge. But that was exactly what I wanted.
“Keep going sweetheart. Move back a little while leaning forward so that your bottom hangs off the edge of the seat. The doctor wants access.”
And finally, Jane realized what I was doing. I was positioning her ass so that it was poised right up over the edge of the chair, with easy entree to both holes.
“Oh!” she cried out, eyes scandalized. “Oh oh!”
Because once she was in position, I went straight for the target. Gripping the ben-wa balls firmly, I began insertion.
“Oh!” the girl cried out, fingers white knuckled as they gripped the stool. “Oh oh!”
I growled from behind her.
“You ever put anything up here before, sweetheart? Or is this your first time?”
She couldn’t answer immediately, completely focused on the sensations in her ass.
“This – this is my first time,” she panted, beautiful body quivering, a sheen of sweat forming on those haunches. “This is my first.”
I growled appreciatively.
“Ben wa balls are a medically accepted method of stretching your anus. Did you know that sweetheart? Along with butt plugs, we recommend these things to patients with ulcerative colitis whose rectal canals have been scarred as a result of their disease.”
This was the medicine man in me talking. But my eyes were anything but professional. Because it looked so good, watching those purple balls disappear up her butt one by one, each one going in slow and then disappearing as they were accepted by that curvy body.
“Unnnh,” the girl moaned, eyes squeezed shut as her ass was invaded. “Unnnh, oh god.”
“Good girl,” I praised, cock now jutting out ninety degrees. Because when her back was turned, I took everything off, now just as butt naked as her. “Good girl sweetheart. I’m gonna pull it out now, you ready?”
But she couldn’t answer, every cell focused on the back tunnel invasion.
“Okay, here we go. Let’s stretch that tight little rim.”
And slowly, I pulled the ben wa balls out, one by one. It was fucking disgusting to watch for sure. Her rim elongated slowly as the circumference grew, stretching obscenely. And slowly, one by one each ball popped out, leaving the girl gasping and panting, anal gape visible.
“Beautiful,” I rumbled, bending down and licking that darkness, making her shriek. “Gorgeous.”
Because there was an end goal to all this. I was putting dick into that dark channel, this was all foreplay. Squeezing some medical grade lube into my fist, I rubbed it all over my fat cock.
“You ready honey? This isn’t gonna be so bad because first, you’re already worked over, and second, this lube ain’t your mama’s lube. This is the shit we use for deep dicking.”
She gasped, looking at me over one slim shoulder.
“Doctors use special lube for sex?” she whispered. “What is it?”
I chuckled deep in my throat.
“Oh yeah. We have access to the best stuff, and that includes lubricants. This shit is straight up for operations, providing the best control and clinically appropriate feel, while reducing unwanted noise.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Clinically appropriate feel? Unwanted noise?”
A chuckle sounded from deep within my chest.
“Hell yeah, sweetheart. You know regular lube? That shit almost squeaks, it’s fucking annoying. Now this here stuff sounds wet, but it squelches instead of squeaks. It’s way better.”
Her mouth opened and closed once, no sounds coming out. So I continued.
“And yeah, this lube provides the best range of motion when using a device. No weird slippage, plus it lengthens the life of equipment sometimes. Did you know that? Of course, we’re not looking for an appropriate feel, I’m giving you something deep and hard, it’s the opposite of appropriate.”
And with that, her mouth snapped shut, eyes still wide. But Jane is a brave girl. Oh yeah, I’d already taken her cherry and given her a baby. This was gonna be a walk in the park.
“Okay Dr. Morgan. But be gentle, please? I just – I’m not sure,” she said, chin quivering. “You’re so big.”
“It’s gonna be fine,” I assured her. “More than fine, fan-fucking tastic.”
Because with that, my glans brushed her back hole. The pleats contracted reflexively, Jane inhaling in surprise.
“Calm,” I growled deeply, one big hand gripping her hip. “Calm.”
And with that, I pressed forwards again, this time more insistently, her little butt struggling. Goddamn. There’d been balls in there just seconds before, but Jane’s ass was as tight as a virgin.
“Unnnh,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Because it happened then. With a sticky popping sound, I was in. The head of my cock surfed into that pretty little butt, and I held still for a moment. Shit, she was so young, so fresh, those anal walls clamping hard on me.
“Fuuuuuck, baby girl. Fuck you feel good.”
But all that lube had a purpose. Because slowly, gently, I pushed forward again, cramming that tiny rectum full of cock.
“Unnnh!” she squealed, eyes falling closed, face squinched in concentration. “Unnnh!”
“That’s right, baby girl,” I rasped. “Just feel. Give it up and just feel.”
And with that, the fucking began. I wish I could say I was gentle. After all, the brunette deserved it for a million reasons. She’d just had a baby. She was meeting the baby’s daddy again after a year apart, not knowing what would happen. She was getting her ass cherry popped, feeling massive cock in her back end for the first time.
But I’m a mot
herfucker, and shit doesn’t work like that. This was my woman. The one I’d dreamed about for a year straight. So fuck, there was no sweet anal sex, no slow, passionate kissing. Instead, I went at her like a dog in heat, dipping my fuckrod into that ass again and again.
“Fuck, fuck,” I panted with each heavy pound. “You like it don’t you? You’re a fucking butt slut.”
Jane should have pushed me away. She should have run screaming to call 9-1-1. But instead, my girl accommodated me, gripping the counter even tighter, meeting every thrust with backwards pushes of that meaty butt.
“Yes, I’m a butt slut,” she panted, confirming my accusation. “Yes, Dr. Morgan, give it to me, I want your fat cock in my ass!”
And after a couple more hard, driving pounds, it happened. I burst in her anus, splashing that tight canal with blast after blast of hot cum.
“SHIT!” came my conquering roar, liters of sperm pumping into that tiny rectum. “Fuck shit fuck!”
And Jane exploded in a series of spasms them, ass clenching and clamping on my fuckrod so tight.
“Travis!” came her helpless shriek, pussy and ass shaking like a world war. “Oh Travis!”
And shit, but it was good. The teenage whore was mine again, letting me buttfuck her after hours in the office. Jane was nude once again, creaming and moaning in my arms, better than the best dream.
So after it was over, I pulled out, hard shaft glistening and wet.
“Did you like it?” I rasped, kissing her ear. “Did you like it? Because sweetheart, there’s more of that where it came from.”
And Jane turned to look at me, big boobies still heaving with exertion.
“Oh Dr. Morgan,” she sighed. “I more than liked it. I loved it. Because look,” she said, twirling on the stool so that she faced me. “Look what I’m doing.”
And with little fingers, she scooped the white cum escaping from her asshole and pushed it into her pussy, virile sperm disappearing into her folds.
“See Dr. Morgan?” she cooed flirtatiously. “I liked it so much that I want another baby. Noah deserves a little brother or sister, don’t you think?’
And eyes flaring, I leaned forward to kiss her again, catching that sweet pout with my lips. Because shit, how did I get so lucky? With Jane the world was right again. After traveling the globe for decades, I was finally gonna settle down with the girl of my dreams and my own little family.
THE END
DOUBLE DONKEY
A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance
(Erotic Romance, PI, Massive Size, MFM Menage)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
A SNEAK PEEK
Without any warning, I plunged my face between those hilltops, letting pure instinct drive me, my tongue tracing that beautiful crevice, savoring the musty essence of female animal.
And I straightened immediately, my knees shaking, my dick still trembling with arousal, pulsating even harder, my sperm about to jet … because it was my stepsister Karlie. I’d recognize the taste and smell of her anywhere.
CHAPTER ONE
Karlie
Home base had never looked so far away.
But we weren’t playing softball. We were part of the school district’s new physical fitness mandate and were being forced to run laps.
Not one lap.
Not two laps, or even five.
TEN FRIGGIN’ LAPS. Three miles of putting one foot in front of another, again and again, the rhythm monotonous.
I thought I was going to die.
“Come on Karlie, you can do it!” huffed my friend Jenny next to me.
Jenny’s no better off because we’re both round girls with a few extra pounds. But Jenny’s better at this, she has strong legs at least. Me? I’m all big boobs, wide hips, and a jouncing ass. And these so-called assets definitely weren’t helping as we labored on the dirt path, dust picking up from the scuff of sneakers.
“Wheeeee!” shrieked the whistle of Coach Jane. “Speed it up ladies, we want to finish before the end of the year.”
Talk about insulting. Wasn’t staff supposed to go through sensitivity training or something like that? But I couldn’t focus on the comment because I was in so much pain. Sharp shooting sensations were making me double over, it hurt so bad. Plus, my lungs were positively screaming from lack of oxygen.
To make things worse, the men’s football team came out for warm-ups and I noticed with a sinking heart that my stepbrothers were among them, their deep, confident laughter audible even across the field.
Of course they were here. Colton and Cain were MVP football players at Xavier Middlebury, big men on campus, stars on the field and off. Just the other day, I’d been reminded how different we were, Colton and Cain as kings of the cool kids whereas I was a nerd, the invisible girl no one paid any attention to.
My brothers had been holding court at lunch as usual, a group of good-looking kids surrounding them, the guys in letter jackets, the girls in fancy designer clothes.
“Hey Colt,” cooed Cindy, a Barbie lookalike with platinum hair. “What’s your plan for tonight?”
Colt had shrugged.
“Maybe we’ll grab something to eat after practice,” he said. “Didn’t a new burger place open next the mall? Could be worth checking out.”
My heart sank as I heard that. I’d been scheduled to tutor my brothers after dinner that day, to help them with their essays for English. But I guess they weren’t interested in hanging out with me when they could be meeting up with friends and socializing.
So I was surprised that night when the door banged loudly, announcing the arrival of my steps.
“Hey, I thought you guys were going out,” I called from the kitchen, confusion tingeing my voice. I’d made some spaghetti and was just finishing up the sauce. We have a cook but I like to do it myself sometimes, it feels more authentic like I’m in touch with the food.
“Naw,” said Cain, clunking a huge bag of sports equipment onto the floor. “We thought we’d come home. We missed you, little sis,” he tossed off.
“You did?” I said, hardly believing my ears. Usually they barely paid attention to me, I was surprised that they were even in the kitchen making conversation.
But the real reason came soon. Colt grabbed a plate and began heaping it with noodles, the steam rising to the ceiling.
“Yeah, nothing like a home-cooked meal,” he grunted. “Damn, I’m hungry.”
My heart sank. Of course. Colt and Cain had huge appetites from all the sports they did and I was nothing more than a fly on the wall, cooking, cleaning, even tutoring, come to think of it.
I slunk up to my room, a plate of pasta in my hand. Colton and Cain had basically ignored me once their bellies were filled with food, settling on the couch with ESPN on. I could hear them from upstairs, “Go Cowboys, get em!” “Goddammit ref, you suck!”
I wasn’t surprised when the doorbell rang some fifteen minutes later and the downstairs was filled with voices. We lived in our own wing of the mansion, so of course Colton and Cain were having friends over on a weeknight. They never stopped to follow rules, rules were for sissies.
Especially when it came to girls. They weren’t supposed to invite girls over, but I could definitely hear female voices. There was the unmistakable clinking of glasses, then tinkling high-pitched laughter mixed in with my brothers’ deep growls. What the?
But determinedly, I got to work. I wasn’t exactly pretty, so I was going to have to depend on my brains and personality to get ahead. Putting earplugs in, I turned on my desk lamp and flipped open a copy of Moby Dick. Hot sailors who took on the wild seas, that’s what would keep my mind off what was going on downstairs … I hoped.
CHAPTER TWO
Karlie
I was startled from a deep sleep by the sound of rhythmic thunking followed by grunts and moans. What the? I sat up in bed, shaking my head confusedly. What the hell was going on? Were we being burgled?
But the answer came soon. A long, feminine
moan rang clearly through the darkness, followed by harsh panting and slapping sounds.
“Oh god, Colt, right there, yeah!” cried a girl’s breathy voice.
My mouth hung open. Was it? Could it be? But the answer was clear as rhythmic slapping sounds started up again, it could only be flesh hitting flesh as my brother banged some floozy next door.
What the? My steps weren’t supposed to have girls over and now Colt, at least, was flagrantly disregarding the rules, doing some girl hard with the volume on max.
I was mad at being woken up but also disturbingly titillated. Even if it was against the rules, the breathy moaning and panting made what was happening sound good … and it must have felt amazing.
Slowly pulling the covers aside, I tiptoed to my door and let myself into the hallway, padding quietly over to the twins’ room. Who knew where Cain was? He’d probably been banished so that his twin could get his game on, ream some girl silly in their room.
But suddenly, a second masculine voice joined the sound effects and I could hear two men grunting, going at the woman in tandem.
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