“I promise.”
Sash moans, her head twisted to the side to take in her stepbrother’s perfection.
“I mean it, Sash.”
Dante casts his trousers to the side. “No more fucking around.”
Sash can see the thickness of his cock pressing insistently against his boxer-shorts. On the crisp white fabric, a circular patch of pre-cum has built up to darken the cotton. She wants him closer so she can feel him against her. She wants him in her hands and mouth and pussy all at once. The yearning is almost too much to bear.
“No more lies. No more hiding in the dark or running around in the shadows.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sash’s body trembles with need.
Dante pauses for a moment to regard her, collapsed up over herself like a sex doll. She is his to do whatever he likes to, and Sash will always obey him, he’ll make sure of that.
He can see in her eyes how much he means to her, and that look he knows will be reflected in his own. He can hardly believe how much this one girl drives him crazy, much more than any of the others that have come and gone in his life. He can hardly believe how much control she can have over the way he feels. It may look to any casual observer that Dante is in charge of this situation, but really, the only one who has the control is Sash. She always has, even though she’s never realized it.
Down come Dante’s boxer-shorts, his cock catching for a moment on the elasticated waistband, bending down momentarily and springing back into place magnificently. Sash can’t hide her excitement any more, squealing at the sight of it. She loves seeing her stepbrother hard, proud to be able to turn him on so much.
She wants to suck him, run her tongue along the ridges of his crown and drink his delicious taste down, but Dante has other ideas.
Sash can feel the bed sink a little as he gets onto it. Once again, Dante puts his hand on his stepsister’s ass, this time tightening the fabric around the form of her pussy, her wetness noticeable through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
“I want you, Sash. I’ve always wanted you.”
“I want you too”, Sash moans.
Dante puts his hands underneath her, takes hold of her pajama bottoms and pulls them up and over her ass, so they rest just above her knees. Sash can’t see, but she can feel the cool air around her pussy, and knows she’s fully exposed to him.
Dante is delighted to see how wet she is, thin strands of her cum sticking like glue to her panties and oozing out to the edges of her thighs. Even before he touches her, she is palpating, her pussy hole opening and closing rhythmically in synchronization with her shortened breaths.
Like this, his stepsister bound up and at his behest, Dante feels like a king. Being in control has always turned him on, and being able to dominate Sash like this makes his cock throb and his balls hum. Dante can’t think of any other way he’d prefer to take her right now, and Sash couldn’t agree more, the idea of being dominated by an angry Dante keen to punish her for behaving badly, enough in itself to push her close to coming.
Dante stares at her pussy for a while. He stares at her fat lips swollen with desire, the entrance to her pussy hole he himself broke through yesterday, and the cord of skin that separates her delightful little sex with her button tight anus, as though he’s working out how best to proceed.
He wants to lick her, run his fat tongue up and down her slit until she collapses in orgasm and begs him to stop, but that kind of careful attention he intends to save for another day. Right now he’s bound her up to punish her hard, and he’s not going to stop until he’s got his way, whether she likes it or not.
Dante tests her wetness with the flat edge of his thumb, pushing it between her lips and towards her hole. When he finds it, forcing his way insistently through the sensitive tightness, Sash has to shut her eyes against the sharp stab of pain that echoes out around her body.
She’s wet, very horny and ready to fuck, but her pussy is still sensitive from the operation, and still much tighter than it was a week ago. Dante is insistent, however. He pushes his thumb into his stepsister slowly, delighted to feel her pussy contract around his extended digit.
With his other hand, he pushes the skin back around her clit and rubs her delicate little nub directly. Sash complains and tries to twist her body away from him, but each movement cuts the leather of the belt into her ankles and the silk of the tie into her wrists so much that the sensitivity of Dante at her clit is better than the pain she receives in moving away from it.
Dante is anything but subtle, and seeing how much she tries to struggle away from it, he pulls his thumb out of her pussy, and concentrates all of his efforts on stimulating her tumid bead, keen to watch her pussy froth with excitement.
“Please, Dante, no.”
The sensation is almost too much for Sash to bear.
Dante holds her clitoral hood back and works his finger tips in circles around her clit, sometimes pinching the fat nub and wanking it, other times nudging it so gently she can barely feel it, just to see how far he can push her.
When her anus is glistening with excreted pussy juice, and there is a patch of darkened fabric below her, that looks like someone has spilled a drink on the bed, and Sash’s legs have begun to tremble and quake uncontrollably, and she’s finally let it absorb her so much she’s one touch away from exploding so loudly in orgasm that the whole of the rest of the street will hear her, Dante pulls away calmly, and lets his stepsister beg to have him put his hands back on her and finish her off.
Dante smacks her ass with the flat of his palm, just to show her he’s still in control. The sensation spreads through her pussy and echoes out across her skin threatening to consume her completely. She’s on the edge and Dante knows it.
“Fuck me, Dante”, Sash commands.
Dante teases her pussy hole with the tip of his middle finger, careful not to agitate her too much. He’s going to make her come, but only after he’s ready to come himself. Sash tries to force her way down onto it, keen to have him sink it deep inside her and push her to orgasm, but the little she can move her ass isn’t enough, and as soon as she does so, Dante pulls his finger away anyway.
“Uh-uh”, Dante warns, another smack on her ass cheek to confirm he means business.
When Sash has settled again, and only when Dante is convinced she’s understood the passive role he expects her to play in all of this, he puts his fingertip back to her pussy hole. Teasing it gently around her entrance in circles, he dips it inside her every so often, just to watch her body shake and hear her moan. When he thinks he’s giving her too much, or when he sees that she’s enjoying it more than he wants her to, he pulls away quickly, leaving her desperate to have him back.
He could make her come in seconds if he wanted to, but that’s not the point. His stepsister has to learn to obey him, especially now they are going to spend the rest of their lives together. There will be times when she’ll get her way, of course, but right now, it’s Dante’s turn to lead.
With that in mind, and unable to hold himself back any longer, he pulls his finger away from her sopping wet sex and eases himself into position.
Sash can hardly bear it. The anticipation is killing her. Goosebumps break out across her skin and her body feels like it’s about to burst into flames. She’s tied up. Her stepbrother is between her legs with his cock in his hand and he’s about to take her hard and unprotected. She has a baby growing inside her. They have a future together. Finally they belong to each other.
Dante guides his cock to her hole, but this time he doesn’t direct it to her pussy. He’s taken her for the very first time, up against a wall in the apartment she no longer lives in. He’s taken her here on the edge of this very bed, his hand around her throat and his cock deep inside her, he’s taken her in hotel rooms and different states, in beds and bathrooms and living rooms, and he’s even taken away her virginity, but now, now he wants something else.
Now he’s going to force his way inside her asshole and fuc
k her so hard she never forgets it.
Sash feels him up against her tightness and thinks for a moment, that in his eagerness to slide his way inside her, he’s somehow made a mistake.
When he doesn’t move, instead, directing all of his effort to push against her hole, Sash feels a shiver run down her spine of conspiratorial delight.
She’s never experimented with anal sex before, and she knows Dante knows it too. In this hole, she’s truly a virgin. What he is doing turns her on, but there is a part of her that can’t help but be terrified by it as well.
Dante’s got a big cock, and Sash worries she won’t be able to get him inside, especially without lubricant. None of that worries Dante, however. He’s going to push his way inside if it’s the last thing he does, and the cum streaming from his stepsister’s pussy he feels is perfect to facilitate his access.
Sash tries to pull away when she feels the first sting of pain, and Dante is quick to grab her round the hips, to direct her back to him and hold her firmly in place.
“You won’t fit”, Sash whispers, her voice softened by moans.
“We’ll see.”
He can see Sash’s hole widen as he forces his way against it, the tip of his cock turning white against the tightness of her entrance.
“Relax. Breathe and it’ll hurt less.”
Sash tries to do both, but doesn’t know whether she ends up doing either of them right. She’s on the edge of an orgasm and her body is tense because of it. The angle he’s put her at is perfect to enter her like this, but Sash is still closed up to him.
Dante tries again.
He pulls away, puts his middle finger there instead and watches it sink inside her hole without complaint. Sash feels it slide inside her magnificently, the sensation even better than she expects.
Dante doesn’t let her get off on it for too long though. As soon as he’s widened her, he pulls his finger back out, placing his cock against her hole before it shuts off again completely. With his cock lodged in place, he puts his hands on her ass-cheeks to widen her as much as possible, lifts himself up slightly from the bed so he’s digging down into her and then drops his weight and concentrates all of his efforts on forcing his way inside her.
Sash can’t help but moan heavily.
The pain is sharp, focused and intense, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. What he’s doing and what he wants, turns her on more than she is able to explain. Her pussy is on fire and aches to have him attend to it. Shivers run up and down her spine like electrical pulses. Her breathing rises and falls against her rising pulse rate, and her nipples tingle with sensitivity against the cotton thread of her pajama top. Dante is magnificent against her. He’s a God claiming his virgin bride, a rock star wrecking a groupie. Sash is his and he is hers. This is their perfection.
And then, as if she was ready for him all along, but just deciding to wait for the right moment, her body relaxes, her anus expands and Dante slides his way majestically inside her.
Sash’s pupils dilate.
Her skin runs hot and cold and breaks out in a thin layer of sweat across raised goosebumps.
If his shoulder were near she’d bite it. Instead she feels herself gnawing desperately at the air like a woman possessed.
Never has she felt anything like it.
The mixture of pleasure and pain as Dante sinks himself up to his swollen balls is so tangible, it feels like it’s lying in bed alongside them. Every time he pushes into her, she feels like she won’t be able to take any more, and then each time he pulls his way out she feels like he’s taking the whole world with him.
The more he fucks her like this, the more she wants of it, and the more she feels like she can’t. It’s going to break her. It’s going to split her into a million pieces, but if it makes her feel like this, she doesn’t care.
“Fuck.”
Sash screams, suddenly waking up to it in all of its palpable glory. “Oh fuck, Dante. Fuck, that’s incredible.”
Dante can feel it too. He can feel it along his arms and legs, from the tip of his cock to the bottom of his heart and deep within the very core of his being. His cock is tense with energy. Thick with purpose it pushes her apart with each stroke, her anus yawning like a mouth pursed around his rock like shaft. There is nowhere for her to go. Even if she wanted to escape she couldn’t. She is under his spell, ready to be driven wherever he wants to take her. Dante grits his teeth. He builds his speed. He connects the palm of his hand with her ass-cheek and he pushes his middle finger once again into her pussy. Sash feels it swim towards her like a rushing wave.
“You’re mine”, Dante insists. “Say it.”
“I’m yours”, Sash squeals, her breathing heavy.
“Louder”, Dante commands, as he fucks her harder, his balls slapping pleasurably against the bone at the base of her spine.
“I’m yours”, Sash moans, circling the edge. “I’m yours.”
Dante slides his finger deeper into her pussy, tighter now with his cock deep in her ass. He can feel himself like this and it nearly makes him come. Holding himself back, he slides the yolk of his thumb through her pursed pussy lips and towards her clit.
“I’m going to come, Sash. I’m going to come inside your asshole.”
“Yes.”
Just the thought of it is enough to unbalance her. “Yes, please.”
Dante grazes his thumb over her clitoris, and even though the touch is light, almost innocuous, it is enough to send Sash absolutely wild. He can feel it tear through her, both on his finger and through his cock.
Her pussy convulses uncontrollably, sending a wave of spasms out across her leg which are so strong, they nearly result in unbuckling her from the bedhead. Where she doesn’t quite set herself free, what she does manage to achieve is to shift the bed into the wall so much that plaster begins to fly off in dusty plumes.
Sash screams as it works its way out from her clitoris, through her pussy, down into her asshole, up her spine and into her brain, exploding like collapsing stars through each one of her nerve endings, every magnificent step of the way.
She doesn’t care who can hear her and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter anyway. What’s happening to her is beyond her control. What’s happening to her is not something she can step lightly away from.
Dante grunts his noise of ownership.
Seeing Sash like this is one of the best things in the world. This is something money cannot buy, and something no-one else will ever see again. Dante has won. As far as he is concerned this means more than all of the money in the world. Sash convulsing so much in orgasm at his touch that she looks like she’s having a fit.
He can take her to another world, and he’s the only man that can do so. Looking down at the thickness of his cock, trembling in the final stages of pre-ejaculation, holding back for as long as he can bear the oncoming explosion of lustful orgasm, he’s reminded that Sash too, is the only one who can make him feel like this.
He has broken her.
She’s trussed up like a hog and whimpering as though she were about to be taken to market. Her pussy is palpating like a beating heart, viscous and muggy with her own tendrils of cum.
This is it.
This is the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
Dante leans back. He puts his hands on the bed behind him. And then with his head tilted upwards and his eyes closed, his cock lodged deeply in her ass up to the swollen sack of cum in his balls, he finally and categorically lets himself go.
Each pump pushes Sash even further towards nirvana, as she feels her stepbrother’s hot cum dissipate deep inside her body. It’s enough to melt her. The world softening at the edges and swimming together in a lake of constant pleasure.
Dante has never come for so long or in such a quantity before. He wonders if it’s because of the tightness of her ass or the tabooness of the situation, or whether it’s because he’s fucking her in his own bed, or that he’s made her do what he wanted, or simply because the
whole world knows and the woman he loves is pregnant with their baby.
Whatever it is, he’s never felt anything like it. The shivers across his back that make goosebumps break out across his arms, the sheer sensitivity in the tips of his fingers where each of his nerve endings sing out in chorus, the electricity he feels bristling through his skin, and the fact that even after several minutes have passed, his cock still refuses to go down.
It takes Sash a long time to gather herself.
Her throat is sore from moaning, and her body refuses to stop exploding in mini after-waves of blissful ecstasy. Every time Dante touches her she feels like she’s going to come again. Every time she goes to shift herself even slightly, the world around her feels like it’s collapsing in.
Eventually, after what seems like an eternity has passed, Dante pulls himself back upright, grabs his cock by the base, and slowly draws it out of her. He’s still erect, and incredibly sensitive, which pleases him greatly.
Sash moans as she feels him depart her, the sensation such that she thinks he’s taking something of her with him. A moment later Sash’s asshole puckers up tight, like the closing mouth of a lazy yawner.
Dante waits for it, while Sash tries to gather herself together enough to speak. There are words going around her head, but none of them seem like the right thing to say.
Just as he wonders whether it’s going to come at all, the very first drop oozes out of her asshole and clings to the puckered skin of her anus. A minute later, half of his cum has dribbled out and melted into the sheets.
Dante stands up.
He goes to the bedhead and begins to undo Sash’s bindings. He detaches her legs from the bedhead, unbuckles the belt and pulls it off her. Where it lay tight against her skin now sits a strip of indented red flesh. Sash lets her legs fall to the bed with a bounce, stretches them out and twists her body towards her brother. She’s smiling and Dante notices it.
“Is my punishment over?” Sash says provocatively.
Dante gives her a stormy look, while he undoes the tie that binds her hands. Struggling, he finds a penknife in the bedside cabinet to the side and begins to cut through the corded silk.
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