A Place for Grace Ch. 03

After her second orgasm, she slid forward and arched her hips. "Lick my ass! Ream my whore ass until I come again! And be quick about it!" Her voice was gruff and demanding and dirty. Damn, it was hot! I reamed and thrust at her hole, paying close attention to her demands and movements in my best effort to bring her the greatest pleasure. It wasn't long before she came again, aided by her own fingers on her clit as I worked her backdoor with my mouth.

She sat on my chest trying to catch her breath. "I need to lie down," she said with a breathy laugh. "Here," she said, standing and turning around. "You can eat me some more while I rest and suck your dick. But no coming," she said with a wicked smile.

"How am I supposed to not come when you're sucking me off and shoving your pussy in my face?"

"Hmmm, quite the dilemma you're faced with," she said with a smirk. She settled onto me again, this time lying on me face down, her pussy right at my face and her head resting on my hip. She licked and sucked gently while her hand played with my balls and shaft, occasionally running her fingers along my inner thigh or groin. I languidly swirled my tongue around her clit and lapped or sucked at her labia. Sometimes I would curl my tongue into her pussy, but it was always relaxed. She again came after a few minutes, but it was not as intense, or at least it didn't seem to be.

She sat up and crawled off me. I was aching to come. Eating Grace and licking her ass, after she teased me all day, and then having her suck my dick, was forcing a buildup that was hard to keep contained.

"I'm getting something to drink," she said, sliding off the bed.

"I'll just wait here, then," I called after her, getting a laugh in return. She didn't make me wait long, but returned with a bottle of beer, taking a sip as she walked in, naked and dripping down her thighs. She leaned over the bed and rested the bottle against my lips, pouring some into my mouth before tilting the bottle up and pulling it away.

She set the bottle on the nightstand and climbed back onto me. She leaned over and kissed me deeply, grinding her groin on my stomach, her nipples gliding along my chest as our tongues caressed. She kissed me on the cheek and ear, grazing my cheek with her own. She whispered in my ear, "I want you inside me." She kissed my ear before continuing, "But no coming." She pushed herself up just a little and looked me in the eye as she pushed herself back onto my throbbing erection. Her face showed her pleasure when she engulfed me. If her pleasure was even a fraction of the pleasure I was feeling, she was engulfed in ecstasy.

"Grace," I moaned quietly, "I don't know how long I can hold out. You're too good, too hot."

"You have to," she pleaded, moving slowly. "Don't come. Please. Soon, I promise. It will be sooooo good. Trust me."

"I'll try." I did my best to hold back. Fortunately, Grace was near enough to her orgasm that the slow, steady movements she was making took care of hers without moving me much closer than I already was. She lifted off and allowed my dick to flop against my stomach with a wet slap. She kissed me gently and ran her hands up along my arms.

"Let's relax for a few minutes so you can settle down," she offered, untying my wrists. She turned around and untied one ankle while I reached for the other.

"You're cruel, you know that?" I asked with a smile when she handed me the beer.

"Aww, are you upset that I blew you and fucked you?"

"Only that you didn't finish what you started."

"I told you it would be mind-blowing soon enough, didn't I?" She kissed me and stroked my cheek. "I just need a little more time." She turned and opened the nightstand drawer. "In the meantime," she said, reaching into the drawer, "I'll stay warmed up." She turned around and had a realistic-looking latex, flesh-colored dildo.

"Holy fuck," I muttered.

"Toss me a pillow?" she asked with a smile. She reclined against the footboard, resting the pillow behind her shoulders and head. Spreading her knees wide, she ran her fingers along her pussy and sucked the head of the dildo. "Are you watching?"

I nodded, entranced by her display.

"Good." She took the dildo and rubbed it along her labia a few times before pressing the head against her opening and pressing it inside. "Ooooh," she breathed. "Shit, that's big." Grace looked at me and complained about what she was doing. "It's stretching me out," she whined. "The next time I go to one of Rosa's sex toy parties, I'm buying something more in line with what I'm used to." She eyeballed my dick as she said it.

I reached for my shaft.

"Ah ah ah," she sang, wagging her finger at me as if shaming me. "No touching. You just sit and watch. You'll get your turn soon enough."

I gripped the sheets with both hands and watched, balling the fabric in my fists. This was amazingly sexy.

"I want to show you a trick I learned," she whimpered as she moved the cock in and out, her pink lips flared and stretched. "I can't do it all the time, but with something like this, I bet I can." Her hips began to roll and thrust and she used both hands to make the giant dick sluice through her boiling cunt. "Oh! OH GOD! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!! SHIIIIIIIITTT!" she cried, yanking the dildo from her snatch. A flood of juice arced from her pussy, going so far as to land on my stomach and left leg.

"Holy shit!" I cried, amazed at the sight of Grace gushing like that. My cock jumped at being splashed with her juices. She collapsed, aftershocks causing her core to flinch repeatedly.

"Surpise," she giggled, her hand holding the dildo flopping onto the bed. "Wow."

"How did. . . When did you learn that. . .?"

"Rosa showed me."

"You mean you and Rosa. . .?"

"No, no," she laughed. "Rosa is a sales rep for sex toys and also does some female sexual health along with it because, you know, some of their stuff are billed as exercisers and stuff. The issue came up from one of the ladies at a party a few months ago, and Rosa talked about how female ejaculation works (and if it works). I tried it and it turns out I have to be really worked up and I need something that can put consistent pressure in the right places. I got this big boy," she said, holding up her dildo, "And learned a few things along the way."

She sat up and crawled toward me. "What I haven't done, however," she kissed me on the lips, "Is something I want to do with you today. Call it another one of my kinks."

"What is it?" I asked, trying to maintain some adult composure, when I was as anxious as a horny schoolboy.

She giggled and stroked my cheek. "Aren't you the impatient one?"

"I can't help it."

"Well," she looked at the ceiling and tapped her chin. "I could tell you. Or. . . we could just get right down to it."

"I know what I want."

"I bet," she laughed. "So let's just do it." Grace turned around and reached under herself with the dildo. She groaned as she pressed it into her pussy again. I watched her asshole press out as she was invaded by the giant girth of her latex lover. She spread her knees, lowering her pelvis so that the base of the dildo was rested on the mattress. "Come around here and fuck my mouth," she demanded, sounding out of breath.

Not one to disappoint a lady, I quickly scrambled around and pressed my dick at her lips. She relaxed her mouth and throat and let me use her mouth for my own advantage. Within a few strokes, my dick was covered with thick, bubbly saliva. She grunted something and pulled her head up a little. I withdrew as I suspected she was asking me to, and looked into her watery eyes.

"Now I want you to fuck my ass while that dildo is buried in my pussy."

"Damn, Grace, are you serious?!"

"Mount up, cowboy." There was only lust in her eyes. No doubt, no hesitation. I settled in behind her and she turned her head and reminded me, "I want this, so don't give up, but be gentle with me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Gentle," I mumbled, acknowledging her request while still being in a daze about it. My dick had never been this hard. Every vein stood in stark relief and the head was swollen and flushed a deep purple. There was no give in the shaft and my cock was pointed at a sharp angle upward from my groin.

I looked down and saw Grace's gorgeous round ass, hips flared with her knees spread wide. Her pink asshole was pinched shut and glossed with her arousal. The pink lips of her cunt were stretched around the heavy girth of the rubber dick extending out to rest on the mattress.

"Come on, Pres," she whined, wiggling her ass, "Give it to me."

I pressed the head of my frothy cock against her wrinkled eye and leaned into it. The first couple of tries, it slipped up her crack, so I readjusted my angle and pressed again, leaning against her backdoor, feeling it give and the purple head forcing its way in. She groaned and cursed at my progress, but a moment later she yelped when she embraced my head completely.

"Wait!" she said. "Fuck, that's big!"

"You're so fucking tight, Grace!"

"I've got two big dicks fighting for space," she grunted. She rolled her hips and told me to push in some more. I moved forward, her ass gripping me almost painfully. In fact, it wasn't almost painful. It hurt. But I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna bury it. Get ready."

"Oh, yeah," she whined. "Do it. Bury your big cock in my tight ass."

I kissed her ear and whispered to her what I felt as I sank deeper into her. It wasn't long before my balls were resting against her perineum, and dragging along her big latex friend.

"Fuck!" she cried, throwing her head back. "I don't know if I can take this!"

"Yes, you can," I whispered. "You want it. You want to do it. You just need to relax into it." I stroked her side and cupped her breast, not moving my hips. "Kiss me, Grace." She turned her face and looked me in the eyes. We kissed gently and lovingly. "Now," I said quietly, "Reach back and play with your friend."

She nodded and reached under herself. I felt her ass open up a little at my head as she withdrew the dildo, then felt it squeeze again when she pressed it back in. She moaned and sighed while working it in and out of her dripping cunt. "Now," she whispered. "Fuck me now."

I pulled out a little and pressed back in all the way. I know I probably should have been concerned about keeping rhythm with the way she moved the dildo, but I wasn't worried about it. I was ass-fucking my sister and I wanted to come so badly in her. The randomness of her own rhythm coupled with mine made it more pleasurable than if it were a strict alternate pattern. Sometimes I would be buried at the same time as the other dick and sometimes one hole would be empty while the other was full. Most of the time, however, we would meet somewhere in the middle.

I have to admit I was being a little selfish, but I also noticed that Grace came twice before I did and sadly I didn't last a real long time; a couple of minutes at most. It was like a fire pushing me to boil beyond anything I could control.

"I can't hold it anymore, Grace," I grunted, thrusting hard into her with long, full strokes, gripping her hips and drilling into her with all I had.

"Do it, Pres!" she cried. "Cum deep in my ass! As deep as you can! FUCK IT!"

She shoved the dildo all the way as far as she could and cried out. My cock was buried in her tight passage, the ring of her ass pinching closed at her release and the dildo squeezing her tight the rest of the way. Like a volcano I erupted, spewing fire deep and long into my sister's clenching ass. Again and again I exploded and rope after rope after rope of molten seed filled her back passage. Purple and blue lights flashed behind my eyelids and the top of my head tingled as I fired into her.

It wasn't just my balls that were drained. My whole body was wiped out. I couldn't do anything but collapse onto Grace's back. She rolled sideways, causing me to fall onto the bed. My cock quickly deflated and I slipped out of her. I saw the dildo lying on the bed in front of her as I spooned behind her.

"Wow," she sighed. "That was intense." She was smiling a tired smile as she looked at me over her shoulder.

I couldn't stop smiling either. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Thank you, Grace."

"Thank you, Pres. Thank you for not judging me, and for fulfilling some of my fantasies."

"Any time."

"No offense," she said, "But I think I'm done for the day. My lady needs a rest."

"None taken. I think Bruno needs some time off."

"Bruno?" she giggled.

"What? He needed a name. Besides, dicks are people, too." We both laughed at that. As we started to cool down, Grace reached down and pulled the sheet up over us before we fell asleep.

*****

"So what about the apartment you have now?" asked mom, scooping mashed potatoes onto a plate before setting it down in front of our father.

"Well," Grace cleared her throat, glancing at me as I sat next to her, "I only signed a six-month lease so I could renew in January if I wanted to stay. If Pres and I find something in the next couple of months, we can put down a deposit or Pres can move in and I will join him during or after Christmas. That way I'll finish out my lease and we'll start fresh with a new one together in January."

"What kind of budget are you looking at?" dad asked.

"We've worked it out so that if either of us loses our job, we can still afford the apartment. We're going with Grace's salary since it's the lower of the two. We'll both contribute half to every bill so we're both saving money, but if either one of us is out of work, we will still both have a place to stay and can afford all the utilities. It will also allow us both to increase our savings for emergencies and toward retirement or future purchases, debt retirement, whatever." Dad nodded in approval at my explanation.

"It sounds like you've really thought about this a lot," mom said.

"We have," Grace offered. "Ever since Pres came over to help me and injured his shoulder, I've been thinking about what would happen if I got injured or sick and needed someone to take care of me. Then I talked to Pres and we agreed that this would be a good idea, and would benefit both of us."

Our parents were pleased and we spent that lunch discussing the practicality of our decision. Grace and I both breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled out of our parents' driveway that evening. We went for pizza before I took Grace back to her apartment before heading home. I missed her. We had made plans for lunch on Tuesday, but what I really wanted was to stay with her. Soon enough, I thought, and my stomach flipped a little at the thought of seeing her again. I smiled on the way home, in part because my parents were cool with us moving in together, and in part because I was thinking about what it would be like to live with Grace, going to bed next to her every night and waking up beside her every morning.

*****

"Here's to home," Grace smiled, tapping the rim of her plastic cup against mine.

"To home." I took a sip as I watched Grace smile back at me, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry about dinner," I said, looking down at the burgers and fries laid out on the wrappers.

"Then I'm sorry about the décor," Grace said, looking around the room stacked with boxes and furniture that had yet to be arranged. She looked back at me with a smirk. "So I guess we're even." She winked at me as she nibbled on a fry.

"At least we've got the bed set up."

"That we do. And after dinner I want to break in that huge stone shower."

I couldn't agree more. While the outside amenities were great (on-site gym, two pools, green space, etc.), one of the points that prompted us to get the apartment was the interior design. The two-bedroom apartment had hardwood floors, nice appliances and countertops, but also luxury bathrooms, including a large glass walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead.

"I agree," she said, stroking my hand on the table. "I can't wait to ride you on that bench before I stretch out on the floor and have you plow into me."

I kissed her hand. "The best part to me, Grace, is that I won't have to leave. I'm so happy to be here with you, finally knowing that this is my home."

"I've never been happier," she said quietly, a twinkle in her eye.

After we finished dinner, Grace said, "I'll clean up." She crumpled up the wrappers and shoved them into the bag before tossing them into the kitchen trashcan. "Okay, the kitchen's clean," she declared, swiping her hands together with a smile. "Shower time."

I watched happily as she stripped her shirt off right there, dropping it on the floor before turning toward the hallway and removing her bra. She left a trail of clothes as I followed, stripping along with her. By the time we arrived at the master bathroom, we were both naked. Grace turned on the shower and we both brushed our teeth as we waited for the water to heat up. I loved watching her gather our bath items from the suitcases on the dresser as her tits and ass moved with each action. I was hard as a rock by the time we stepped into the shower.

We both stood under the large showerhead and let the water pour over us. My sister embraced me, kissing me deeply. Our hands roamed as we made out and I was on sexual overdrive. The new place, new shower, idea of having our own place together, it all combined to excite me beyond what I had expected. We could be as loud as we wanted, as open as we wanted, and we could always be prepared for whatever kind of sex we wanted to have at any given time because everything would be where we were. I wouldn't forget something at my apartment, or assume she had something that we needed. This was going to be great!

Grace turned me around and pushed me gently out of the stream. I heard the cap to my body wash click open and a moment later, felt her body sponge on my back, slick with lather. She gently cleaned me up, working over my back and shoulders, down over my ass and legs, before turning me around an working back up the front of my body. She pulled me back under the stream as she backed out and rinsed the sponge out. She then poured her own body wash onto it, and worked it into a lather, taking my hand and pulling me out of the stream.

I took the sponge from her and repeated the process, only this time I started on her front as she stood facing me. I watched the water and suds roll down her beautiful form, the curves and swells, fine hairs and coarse hairs. After reaching her feet, I turned her around and worked my way up the back until I was standing behind her. I pulled her back into the stream and helped her rinse off.

She smiled at me sweetly and pulled on my hand, backing toward the stone tile bench built into the wall and took a seat. She spread her legs wide and I knew what she wanted. She tangled her fingers into my wet hair as my hands glided up her thighs. I kissed her mound, and then licked at her inner thighs, circling her pussy.

"Oooh, stop teasing me," she whined, pulling my head to her pussy.

She cooed as I took a long swipe at her lips from bottom to top. She kept one hand on my head as I ate her to orgasm, alternating between long swipes, focusing on her clit, and burying my tongue. Her other hand squeezed at her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She sat up as I stood, and she engulfed me with her mouth.

"Can you go twice? I want you to come in my mouth, but I also want you to fuck me." She licked me again, winking at me."

"Right now I feel like I can go ten times. You're so fucking sexy, Grace!"

"Mmmmm," she moaned, sliding all the way down to my thatch. I was close to coming already after the shower and eating her out.

"Play with your pussy while you suck me," I demanded. She shoved her hand down and circled her clit rapidly as she sucked me until saliva was dripping off her chin.