Stacy King and I Ch. 07

I grasped the sides of her head and a smile crossed her still-open mouth. I entered her smoothly to make sure we were both ready. She closed her eyes again and laved me with her tongue. I gently pressed into her, measuring the depth and ease of entry. I didn't want to go too far and cause her discomfort, but as I said before, she has taken all of me without a problem and again I realized this would be the case tonight.

She squeezed my ass and when I withdrew, it was her that pulled me in. Or pulled herself onto me. I began a slow steady rhythm, pressing into her until I was completely buried, the head of my prick just entering her throat. On occasion her eyes would squeeze shut for a moment as I bumped in the back, but she never backed off and never pushed me away. Her lips formed a loose wet seal around my shaft and I would withdraw until just the head remained before pushing back in again.

I could feel her hands squeeze at my ass, but as I gained a little speed she stopped pulling me forward or moving. She just let me use her. I knew I wasn't going to last long and she wasn't going to want me to. I remembered our conversation in the car and again felt my surge bump to the next level. I picked up speed again, this time quickly and steadily thrusting into her. She quickly moved her right hand off my ass and planted it back between her legs. Just as she had said, she fingered herself while her brother skull-fucked her.

That was it. There was barely time to react as my orgasm finally leapt from my balls like a jack-in-the-box after being wound slowly for a time. I had to let go of her head with one hand just to brace myself on the corner of the dresser, grabbing it like I was falling from a high perch. I stood silently as my whole body contracted, preventing me from making a noise. I felt the blaze of my climax burst out the angry head, feeling it pinch the underside of my shaft as it forced stream after stream into my sister's mouth.

Stacy lurched a little at the first blast, but immediately recovered after a quick "Mm!" She worked to swallow all I was giving her, but she must have underestimated herself because she had worked out far more than she had ever pulled from me before, and with more force. Each stream was long and forceful, bursting out as from a rifle. She did well, swallowing as much as she could, but she just couldn't keep up. After a few shots, I saw some trickle out the corner of her mouth before being forced out by another blast, this time rolling down her chin to splatter on her black stockings.

When she had pulled the last of it from me, she rested back on her heels, panting heavily, and looked up at me with a smile. "Wow," she breathed. "That..." she emphasized "was a lot of cum."

I collapsed against the dresser at my hip and nodded emphatically, still unable to speak as I tried to catch my breath. Not surprisingly I was still erect, as often happened after a long time of teasing and powerful orgasm. It just took a little longer to go down, is all.

My sister reached up for me and I extended my free hand, taking hers in mine as she helped herself up with minimal effort from me. "Why don't you rest?" she giggled, patting me on the chest. "I'll be right back." I watched as she sashayed out the door, her hips still exaggerating her movement, swinging the hem of her robe side to side. As soon as she turned the corner I gathered enough strength to make it to the bed, which was nearly four feet away. I crawled onto the bed and propped myself against a couple of pillows against the headboard.

In the distance I heard the refrigerator door close and a few seconds later, Stacy re-entered our room carrying two cold bottles of water. "Drink this," she said, tossing me one. "We're going to want to stay hydrated." She winked at me as she took a sip from her own bottle, leaving a pink tinted ring around the mouth of the bottle when she withdrew it. I opened my own and drank about half the bottle before replacing the cap and letting my arm flop down onto the bed beside me.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, stepping onto the bed on her knees.

"You wore me out," I replied with a snicker.

"The hell I did," she smiled. "That's one. I said I wanted three." She took my bottle away as I stared at her in disbelief and she placed it on the nightstand next to hers. "Make sure you keep track of which bottle is yours," she said. "I don't want to get any of your germs."

I just smiled and let out a single puff of air as an effort to laugh.

"So, T, it looks like you're ready to go again." She nodded at my crotch and continued to smile.

I looked down and noticed that I was still as hard as I had been before the blowjob. "What the hell?" I asked. Looking up at my sister I shook my head. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Well, it could be that I'm a fucking goddess. Or it could be the lingerie. But most likely it's the pills. How do you feel?"

"I guess I feel fine. A little flush, and a little hornier than usual, but otherwise, fine."

"Good. I'm still test driving, so let me know if you feel funny at all."

"Yeah, sure."

"But it looks incredible, even better than usual, and you know how much I've always loved it," she confirmed.

"Good, because as far as I'm concerned, it's going to be the one you're stuck with for the rest of your life." I was serious about that, by the way.

"And you," she said, getting to her feet to stand on the bed, "will be stuck with this for the rest of your life." At that, she untied her robe and let it slide down her back to puddle at her heels.

"Fuck me," I muttered. She had her same incredible smile and her makeup was still almost perfect, with the exception of the lipstick that had been mostly rubbed off and was currently staining my dick. As great as she looked in the robe, she looked even better out of it. Her voluptuous figure was accented now by a black satin corset with black laces criss-crossing down the front across a wide red vertical stripe. Her breasts were pushed up and together, covered by demi-cups to hide the nipples, and the bottom edge had minimal frills, maybe an inch wide, encircling all the way around.

The matching panties were...wait, there were no panties. My hot-as-hell sister was wearing a red and black corset, black thigh highs and sandals. Her pussy still had a small tuft of brown hair above her clitoris, but was otherwise bare, and she stood there above me, wet and glistening, her hands on her hips in super-hero pose.

"Hey, babe?" I said, looking her up and down.

"Yeah?" she giggled.

"When you wear stuff like that, you don't have to get me pills to help out. I can GIVE you three loads."

"You're sweet." She looked down at me, lifting her chin to peer down at me suspiciously. "But don't think that means you get out of the other two. Now," she continued as she stepped over me and placed her feet on either side of my ribs. "Let's see about evening the score."

I smiled up at her as she placed her hands on the top of the headboard, bracing herself. I sat up and ran my hands along the backs of her thighs. I loved the feel of the nylon against her skin and felt the elasticized lace at the top before touching bare skin. "Oh, god, T," she whimpered.

"Now, about that score," I said. I licked up the inside of her thigh, starting at the lace band of her stocking, bringing a shudder. I could smell her arousal and feel the heat of her pussy in the air around my face. I don't think I'll ever get tired of her scent. I continued to run my tongue in an arch from her inner thigh to the outside of her pussy and sideways through her tuft of hair before continuing in a reverse pattern on the other side. She let out small moans and let out puffs of breath as I traveled around her groin with my tongue, my fingers grazing simultaneously over her ass and thighs.

My tongue worked randomly, closing the circle to her cunt and my grip on her ass tightened, preventing her escape, even though she wasn't even trying to get away. At least not yet. Pulling her onto my face, my arms embraced her thighs, pinning her to my ribs as my fingers worked closer to her asshole. Quite simply, I was locking onto my targets. She continued to shudder and moan and rotate her hips or thrust into my mouth in little seemingly random movements.

Finally I kissed her little tuft of hair before opening my mouth and letting my lower lip glide across her hood as I brought it back forward to my unmoving upper lip. I kissed her patch again and then extended my tongue while tilting my head back, looking up at her face. I reached as far back beneath her as my tongue would reach and placed enough pressure on her to work my tongue between her lips, tasting her from the inside. "Oh, fu..." she gasped, her eyes opening wide for just a second before relaxing again. As soon as I worked my tongue between her lips, I pulled it forward, keeping the tip curled and swiping it across her clit, causing another gasp, followed by a moan.

I repeated the process, picking up speed in rapid progression and she began to get wetter and wetter. Hunching her hips forward, she allowed me more access to her most private and sensitive area. She looked down at me, her hair draped over to one side, creating a shadow on her face, but making her look even more sultry. As I looked into her eyes, I was captivated by the mounds of her breast, the look on her face, the curl of her lip, the lust in her eyes and the furrow on her brow. We were both impassioned right then and we knew how much love was here between us.

Just seeing her like that aroused me even more and I gripped her more tightly, eliciting a gasp, and buried my face into her crotch. My tongue, lips and even nose were fully integrated into bringing her pleasure. I couldn't get enough of her taste, her smell, the feel of her soft flesh against my face and hands. Her knees were trembling and her thumb was white from pressing hard into the headboard, her hands in a death grip on the dark cherry sleigh bed frame. She was breathing heavier and harder than before. Her hips rotated and ground against me. Her overflowing breasts jiggled as she flinched at my touch. She was getting close. I knew the signs.

To push her over the edge, I curled my hands under and pulled her apart, opening her up to me even more. She jumped toward the edge, but it wasn't enough. Dipping a finger into her and quickly pulling it back out, I moved it back a couple of inches and pressed against a small patch of soft skin. She yelped and flinched but closed her eyes and bit her lip. My finger sank into her ass to the first knuckle, but I continued to push to the second. With my finger firmly seated I refocused my efforts on her clitoris. It didn't take more than a few seconds of stimulation before she sucked in a series of wheezing gasps before letting out a long deep grunt while my face was flooded with a torrent of tangy juice. One hand released the headboard and latched onto my scalp, grabbing at my hair in a futile attempt to grip my hair. Instead, she stroked my skull, sending shivers through me. Her nails scraped against my scalp, but not painfully. Instead it turned me on even more, which was a surprise. I let her ride my face to completion, but when the heel of her hand pushed against my forehead and she backed her hips away, I didn't follow.

She smiled at me and shook her head. "One," she breathed, looking down between her legs at my ever-hard dick. Taking a step back and keeping her feet planted on the bed, she squatted over me. With one hand she rubbed my erection against her flooding pussy and with the other she steadied herself on my chest. Not gently, she dropped onto my groin, impaling herself on me.

"OOOhhhffff" she said, biting her lip and pinching her eyes closed. Looking me in the eye before she even moved, she said, "You feel so good in me, Thomas. Can I ride you for a little while?"

"You can ride me for as long as you'd like." She leaned forward and kissed me as I pushed myself up to meet her halfway. She felt so good embracing my shaft with her walls as her tongue invaded my mouth. Pulling me forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her feet off the bed to wrap them around my waist. Her breasts pressed against me and my hands went to her ass. Rather than pouncing on me, she simply ground her hips in circles, allowing us both to feel every ridge and texture of the other, her the ridges and veins and hardness of my cock; me the wet velvet embrace of her soft smooth walls and the rolling cervix at my head.

Stacy held me tight, her arms encircling my shoulders and her chin resting on one shoulder. I felt more than heard her breath in my ear and on my neck. It was harsh, coming in puffs rather than regular cycles. She kept me buried in her and it amazed me that she was constantly stimulating me without ever lifting up. We had never done this before and I filed it away in my mind as something to add to our ever-growing stock of techniques to bring pleasure.

My sister's nails pressed into my back as she gripped me, though not painfully so. Continuing to grind on my lap, Stacy kept me buried to the hilt inside her. I don't know what she felt, but I felt the roll of her cervix licking around the underside rim of my head as she curled her hips, and giving me a momentary break from the stimulation before coming around again. Over and over the tickle bolted from the head back down to my anus, causing it to clinch on occasion.

One of Stacy's hands quickly traveled up to my scalp again and she cradled the back of my head against her shoulder, still forcing her breath deeper into my neck, the wind of her pleasure reaching to my very soul. How could I be even more in love with this goddess? And she continued to find new ways to increase my love for her. I moved one hand off her ass, tracing it along her spine rapidly and mirroring her grasp on me, I gripped a handful of tresses at the base of her skull, bringing another gasp from her, her hips flinching once. Turning my face toward her, I kissed her neck and she pulled back, receiving a second kiss on her cheek and then one on her lips. Her tongue received mine in a gentle dance before I pulled my face back and looked into the most beautiful eyes I had still ever seen.

"Stacy," I said, "I love you."

"I love you, too, T," she breathed and quickly moved in for another kiss. I backed away, gripping her hair to keep her from following.

"No," I said, catching her off guard. I let go of her hair and slid my hand around to her cheek. "I really love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I want to love you forever. I don't have any doubts about that."

Her eyes welled up with tears. She had stopped grinding on me when I pulled away. "I'm so glad. I don't have any doubts, either, T. I want to love you forever, too. Promise you'll never leave me, that you'll never love anyone else the way you love me." She smiled as she said it, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I promise. I could never love anyone the way I love you. And I don't think anyone could ever love me the way you do."

"You only say that because no one ever has," she smiled, stroking my cheek. "But," she gripped me tighter with her pussy, "I will always love you like this." Again she pulsed, gripping and releasing me. I threw my head back and moaned as she began to grind again, her cervix rolling over my head. She laughed at my response, but quickly returned to gasps and moans of pleasure.

Stacy unwrapped her legs from my waist and pushed on my chest, prompting me to lie back against the pillows again. Pulling her feet behind her, she rested on her knees and glided forward and back on my shaft. Leaning down for a kiss, she whispered, "Do you think I can pull another load out of you if I do this?" She raised up, pulling herself almost all the way off of me. Her walls brushed the ridge of my helmet, causing another jolt to my system.

"God, yeah," I whispered into her mouth. My hands quickly found her ass again and I thrust up into her.

"OH!" She jumped when I bumped her ass with my groin, then she followed me back down to the mattress. Sitting up, her hands resting on my stomach, she began to quickly slide up and down on me, drawing another orgasm forward. She continued to look me in the eyes, her mouth slightly open and she looked incredibly sexy. Her sex face is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

She continued to roll her hips as she raised and lowered on me. I brought my hands forward and grabbed her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples. "Oh, god!" Stacy picked up the pace and squeezed her eyes shut. She gritted her teeth and hunched over, keeping herself impaled on me. I felt the warmth of her orgasm flood me. "Get up, Stace! I'm cumming!" I tried to warn her and push her up, but she planted herself against me.

"Go ahead, T. It's safe. Cum in me. I want to feel you cum inside me." She nodded quickly as she said it and began raising and lowering more quickly than before.

I was in no position to argue. She was panting and working me over and my climax hit me like a train. The thought of being able to finally shoot into Stacy's pussy called that first shot forward. I grunted as the first blast escaped into her.

In response, her eyes whipped open. "Shhhhii...god, you're...huge," she gasped, her words escaping between breaths. She started laughing as she felt me continue to pump into her. "You're twitching." As she laughed, her tits bounced.

I was out of breath, but she made me smile and I started laughing a little, too. I shook my head. She lay down on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her. We just lay there and rested for a while, catching our breath. I don't know why there was such joy in my heart at that moment. I think I had finally let go of my hesitation. I had realized how deeply in love we were and that it could, should, and would last forever. Not only had I confessed my undying love to my sister, but she had returned it. Our love was sealed by those confessions, but I think Stacy asked me to cum inside her as another statement, one of commitment. My seed was the only one to be in her and as far as I was concerned it would be the only seed that would ever be in her. She had now given herself to me completely.

"Stace," I mumbled as I stroked her back.

"Mm."

"Are, uh, are you sure it was okay for me to cum inside?" I was uncertain about the consequences.

Stacy lifted herself off me a little and looked at me with that crooked smile. "Of course. I've been tracking this month and right now I'm fine. But I'll go to the campus clinic in the morning and get a morning-after pill just in case. How's that?"

"Okay."

She lay back down and her breath was on my neck. She ground her hips around once and laughed. "Oh, my god...You're still hard."

"Don't blame me. You're the one who's hot AND you drugged me."

"Well," she said, sitting up on me again. "We did say three and we've only had two each." She reached for our waters, and I felt her insides stimulate me again as she leaned out to the side and then straightened back up with the waters. She handed one to me and then opened hers to take a drink as I opened mine and finished it off. I threw the empty bottle at the small trash can in the corner, banking it off the walls before Stacy announced that I missed.

"I'll get it later," I shrugged. "But for now," I grabbed her bottle and put the cap back on it, "I need to get this third load out of me." She squealed as I quickly rolled her over while I dropped her bottle on the floor. I was still buried to the hilt and our mixture kept her wet enough for me to move freely inside her. I ground my hips against her and then pulled out until the head popped free.

Stacy just laughed a little, especially when she saw that I was still completely hard. There was a clear sheen all over me, but a white ring around the base. "I like what I see, there, Thomas. You look incredible like that." She grabbed her ankles, her elbows in the crooks of her knees, keeping herself spread open for me.