Hat Trick Ch. 01

But most of my mind was inflamed with passion, driven almost mad with pleasure as Ashley's pussy nipped at me, her inner muscles contracting around me, gripping and releasing as I hammered into her again and again. My cock surged, bucking and throbbing, driving again and again into Ashley's heated core. She enveloped me, swallowed me up, a sucking, scorching pit of illicit pleasure, and I couldn't get enough.

Ashley's fingers sank into my shoulders, her nails scoring my flesh, and her calves and heels pressed against my flexing buttocks, urging me on. She shook her head back and forth, her pigtails loosening, sweat damp hair thrown across the pillows. I kissed the hollow of her throat, tasted salty sweat, and licked my way up to her chin and lips.

And then I felt something within her loosen and open up, and my cock sank even deeper inside her. My cum-heavy balls bounced against her sculpted ass. My cockhead touched the roof of her womb.

I watched as Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth parted, and a low moan erupted from her throat. Her whole body shivered and shook beneath me, her breasts with their sensitive nipples scraping against my chest, her hips rising against me, her pubis pressing almost flat against me. Her pussy was scalding hot now, her juices practically spraying from her as the orgasm roared through her system. I moved a little bit within her, just enough to ride the climax, to prolong the sweet agony, while at the same time trying to stave off my own inevitable eruption. I managed, just barely.

When Ashley's breathing was a little more regular, and her eyes, though a little glazed, focused on me once more. "Full marks, little brother," she gasped out. Her pussy squeezed me tightly, and it was my turn to release some hitching breaths. "Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

"C'mon Ash," I said breathlessly. "You used to date football players exclusively in high school. You know how it is."

"Yeah, but they weren't any of them as good as you are." Ashley paused, laughed, and shook her head. "You fucked the grammar out of me, Matty." Her face grew serious again. "Can't help but notice you haven't cum yet, either." Her pussy contracted once more.

"Keep doing that, and I won't last much longer."

Naturally, she tightened her grip once more, and laughed at the expression on my face. "Can you hold off for a bit, darling? I think I'm good for one more at least."

I gritted my teeth and fucked into her again, which erased that smug smile of hers. Her legs came back up around me as I fucked into her, diving balls deep again and again and again. She grabbed my head and brought my ear to her lips. Between gasps, she said, "When you're ready, I want to see it. I want to see you cum for me, Matty." And her pussy gripped me like a vice.

And boom. Just like that. I was cumming.

The first jet erupted deep within Ashley's pussy. Then I yanked myself free of her heated depths, and my throbbing, bucking cock bounced against her pubic mound, jetting an arc of pearly white cum across her belly to splash across her heaving tits. Her thighs fell away, but her hands found my slickened, jerking cock and aimed it. Another long rope of jism decorated her belly as she pulled me up and forward, still cumming, still spraying wads of spunk against her flushed and sweat dampened flesh, until she capped my cockhead with her mouth, and the last few splashes of my load washed across her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, then sucked my flagging cock into her mouth, licking off our combined juices.

I collapsed in a bloodless heap beside her, breathing heavily and admiring my beautiful, lusty sister's gorgeous, freshly fucked body. She cupped her cumstained tits and brought them to her lips, slurping up the remnants of my spunk where she could reach with her mouth, and then spreading the jism across her skin where she could not.

"Mmmm," she cooed, and folded against my chest. I drifted into unconsciousness as Ashley faded in my arms, and the dull blue glow of the TV set, the action movie long since ended, lit the room.

The morning, and the repercussions of our actions, could wait. As the delicious post-coital lassitude filled my body and dragged me down to sleep, I simply let myself enjoy the moment.