More Than This Ch. 02

Once the pain had subsided, she began to slowly grind her hips, trying to take me into her, so I started to thrust again. I fucked her gently, filling every inch of her cunt, but never taking her roughly. I ground against her g-spot with each thrust, and in the force of her moans and the frequency with which she called my name, I followed the growth of her pleasure. Shannon's hands rode my ass, squeezing it and forcing me to fuck her faster and faster as she approached her orgasm.

When she came, her tight, virgin cunt squeezed down on me with all the firmness and care of a set of thumbscrews. This was too much for me, and I came with her, each of us gasping each other's names as my cock spasmed within her amazingly hot pussy. I collapsed on to her exhausted, then rolled over, letting my cock fall out of her. She rested one hand lightly on her cunt, and stroked it absently.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Mmm... yes," she said. Between her legs, a small wet spot was forming, a pale red formed from a mixture of my come, the juice from her cunt and the small trickle of blood that had left her body with her innocence. Her body shone with sweat, and her skin was flushed with health. "That was wonderful, thank you."

I kissed her. "Don't mention it," I said.

The door opened, and in stepped Kim, her huge breasts squeezed into a tiny bikini that just covered her nipples, her bikini bottoms clearly showing that at the very least she had a Brazilian wax. In her hand was a Polaroid camera, and before Shannon or I could react, she snapped off a couple of quick shots.

"Finally done?" she asked. "Goodness, gracious me – a big dick and he can last for ages. I bet your come tastes like Cadbury's Crème Egg, too."

"Fucking get out of here, Kim!" Shannon screeched, hurriedly covering herself with her sheet, and leaving me more naked than I was already.

I leaped off the bed, and grabbed Kim by the shoulder before she could get through the door. I went for the Polaroids that were developing in her hand, and she shoved them behind her back.

I took her out in the hall and closed the door with my free hand.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, but her tone was more suggestive than fearful and she arched one eyebrow. Her hand caressed my still engorged cock and she said, "I can think of several things. Maybe Shannon will join in."

I let go of her and backed off a little. It seemed nothing I did was right, because all that did was get her staring at me. Under her lust-filled gaze I could feel my cock swelling already, and I cursed the hormones that controlled me.

"Beth told you I was here, right?"

"Right," said Kim.

"Did she tell you to take the photos?"

Kim smiled, "Yes."

"Because?"

She smiled wide, and her red tongue ran around her plump lips. She moved in and looked up at me. She ground her cunt against my hardening cock and pressed her huge tits against my chest.

"Beth decided that she needed a little leffertage," Kim began.

"What? Oh, you mean leverage."

"Yeah, that's it," Kim said. "Anyway, I get the photos of you and then if you don't do exactly what we say, your little girlfriend gets to see them."

"Why'd she send you? Why didn't Beth come?"

"I don't know."

I didn't either. Maybe Beth thought if it was Kim who took the photos, Shannon would blame her. Maybe, I thought and my blood froze, my sister didn't want to see me with other women. I shuddered.

I could feel the wetness seeping through Kim's bikini bottoms.

"I'll make you a deal," she said. "I'll keep the photographs, and I'll tell Beth that I didn't get them." Her hand grasped my cock again, and even using both, the majority of it would still be uncovered. "And I get this, whenever I want."

I pretended to think about her offer and then grabbed for the photographs. Kim danced away from me, her breasts bouncing around wildly. One dark nipple peeked out, and she tucked it away and blew me a kiss. She raced down the stairs and I followed, my cock flopping around ludicrously. She managed to reach the threshold of the door just before I reached her, and she stood outside just beyond my reach.

She looked at the photos, then held them up for me to see. In the small squares, I lay next to Shannon, both of us naked and flushed and drenched in sweat. Kim drew her hand back and posed, still staring at my cock.

"I'll give you 'til tomorrow to think it over," Kim said. "Try to remember you'll have to do me anyway – but make a deal and you won't have to fuck your sister, too. Not to mention Deborah and Catherine, and anyone else we want to try out our big dick stud."

She waved and walked away, and I went back into the house to get dressed. Shannon was still in bed, her sheet pulled up above her breasts.

"Did you get the camera?" she asked, clearly not familiar with the older, rarer Polaroid design.

"No," I said, "but I don't think you've got much to worry about."

Shannon surprised me by crying a little.

"Poor Rob," she said. "There's no way out of this for you, is there?"

"Not one I like," I said.

She held out her hand, and I grasped it with my own.

"I had a wonderful time this afternoon," I told her.

"Me too," she said, and I kissed her hand.

"Shannon... I don't know where my life is going right now. Just a few weeks ago, I was so certain about everything. My future, my girlfriend. Now, I don't know about anything. I just feel, I feel like I can't fix any of this, so..."

She squeezed my hand. "I understand," she said. "I'm sorry about what I forced you to do."

"You didn't force me," I said. When I thought about what I'd just said, I realised that it was true – no one would have believed her. "I have no regrets about what we did, and you shouldn't have either."

I kissed her again, a slow lingering kiss on the lips that she returned fully and again I felt my head and heart tear with thoughts of Beth and Masoko and now Shannon. "I'll see you later," I said.

I had left my mobile phone in the car, and as I pulled out of Shannon's driveway I saw that I had voicemail. I called the service and waited as the computer listed how many messages I had. Then, Masoko's voice:

"Where are you, Robert? You were supposed to meet me for lunch, remember?" There was a long, slow sigh. "I don't know. Call me when you get this." It wasn't a request.

I rang her number and after fourteen rings she picked up.

"It's me," I said.

"Oh," said Masoko, "so four hours late you call me. Where were you?"

My mind froze. Where could I have been, I wondered – what could I have been doing that took so long and couldn't involve her? Finally, after too long a pause, I said, "I'm sorry, Masoko, but I was up all night watching movies with Andy. I got home and was so tired I slept right through the alarm I set."

"Okay," she said, and I knew she didn't believe me. "Are you coming over?"

"Sure," I said, and she hung up.

I dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and sighed. Masoko hadn't got over what had happened at that damned party. Oh, intellectually she had, but emotionally was another matter. I'd always thought that in all those dramas where through no fault of his own the hero does something that upsets the heroine, it was stupid – that all the hero needed to do was explain what had happened and he'd be forgiven. It was me that was stupid, though – you couldn't salve an emotional wound with reason. It didn't help that after four years of certainty, I was beginning to wonder if I even loved her at all – at least in the way I had thought I did.

The Greeks, my mother told me once, had defined four kinds of love. There were storge and philia, which respectively were parental and brotherly love. Then there were eros and agape – eros, which was passionate, erotic love and agape, which was the deep abiding love that we call true love. I certainly loved Masoko, but more and more I felt eros giving way to philia.

I punched the steering wheel and yelled, "fuck" when I accidentally set off the horn. For the first time in a while, I laughed.

I knocked on Masoko's door and she opened it and hugged me and for one moment everything in my world was in its right place. Masoko pulled back and looked at me strangely for a second, then pulled me inside.

"Come on," she said. "We've only got an hour before my mum's home from work."

She led me straight to her bedroom and kissed me with a passion that she hadn't shown since that party. Her lips and mouth were ripe with the taste of nectarines, and I devoured her. My cock wasn't even starting to get hard when she ripped off my trousers and underwear.

"Jesus," I said, "I thought it was us teenage guys that forgot about foreplay."

Masoko growled and rushed me, shoving me against her wall and bruising my mouth with her own.

"Shut the fuck up, Rob."

She tugged my shirt over my shoulders and threw it to the floor and then hoisted up the short skirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing panties, and I relished the sight of her ivory skin and lush, black bush.

"Today, I just need you inside me," she said.

I was hard by then, and she guided herself on to my cock with all the speed and ferocity with which she had seduced me so far.

"Grab my ass," she said.

I did and she wrapped her cool legs around my waist. I supported her weight and she clasped her arms around my neck. Furiously, levering herself with her legs, she fucked me, sucking me deep inside her pussy, which gripped me like a velvet glove set in cement. I held her ass tightly, revelling in its firm, round feel, but I was too hypnotised by her ferocity to attempt anything more.

"I love your big cock, Rob," Masoko said, gasping out each syllable between the forceful thrusts of her svelte hips, "but I love you more."

One, two, three orgasms she brought herself to before her rough treatment made me come. I almost felt relieved that it was over.

Masoko collapsed in my arms and on rubbery legs I carried her to her bed. I laid her down on it, then lay down next to her.

"What brought that on?" I asked.

Masoko laughed. "Was I that bad?" She waved her hand to stop any protestation of mine before I could make it. "I just felt that I'd been distant from you lately. I wanted to show you that... I don't know... that I still felt that passion for you."

She frowned a little. "And you've been a little rough lately yourself."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she said. "It was a good change. Where are you going?"

I smiled. "The bathroom. I've needed to go all afternoon. Of course I'll be lucky if it still works after that session."

I left the room naked and went to the toilet. I somehow managed to go, though I had to force it out, having come so recently. When I got back to the bedroom, Masoko's eyes were filmed with tears.

"How did you get those scratches on your back?"

I sighed, and closed my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Masoko."

"Was it," she squirmed, as if insects were sliming their way down her spine, "Beth again?"

"No! Fuck, no," I said.

She grimaced. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? Damn it, I fucking smelled whoever it was on you when you came in the door."

"Masoko," I said, "listen..."

She interrupted me. "Don't tell me to listen, you fuck. You sick, sister fucking piece of shit, I never want to see you again."

"No, Masoko," I said.

"Get the fuck out," she screamed.

She had collected my clothes when I had gone to the bathroom. She must have seen the cuts on my shoulders and wanted to smell my clothes again. She threw them at me now, and I went out to the hall and had to listen to my girlfriend of four years bleeding tears in the next room as I hurriedly dressed. I hadn't cried in years, but when I went out to the car, I noticed that my face was wet. Slowly, carefully, I drove home.

Beth was sitting in the kitchen, eating Indian food out of the takeout containers. She hadn't ordered any for me.

"Well, hi Beth," I said. "Just to let you now, in case you don't know yet. I made love to Shannon. Kim came in after, just like you told her to, and got the photos you wanted, so I hope you'll enjoy those. Then I went to Masoko's and she found out that I'd been with Shannon, so she broke up with me. So I'm not sure how you'll blackmail me now, but shit, I'm sure you'll think of something. It's been a pretty long day for me, so I'm going to bed now. Thanks for ordering dinner for me, by the way."

Beth just sat there stunned as I left the room, and I felt a savage joy swell in my heart. For a while, as I lay naked beneath the thin sheet, I thought I was too high on adrenaline to get to sleep, but I really was exhausted. Before I knew it, I had drifted off into strange dreams, where I had strange, transmutative sex with a woman who was Shannon, Beth and Masoko all at once, and at the same time none of them.

In my dreams, my cock rested between Kim's swollen lips and she sucked desperately. I felt honeyed light on my eyelids and woke up. It took me a moment to realise that the girl was still sucking on me. Kneeling naked between my legs, Beth lapped at the head of my cock.

Something snapped in me. Perhaps it was my pride. In any case, I just lay back down on my bed and enjoyed the blowjob my sister was giving me. She was expert at it. She couldn't take all of me – perhaps no woman would ever manage to swallow my entire twelve thick inches – but she had managed four or five. She bobbed up and down on my cock, sometimes stopping once she had released me to swirl her tongue over my cock's fat head. When she swallowed me again, she let her tongue tickle the underside of my cock. My sister gave an amazing blowjob.

As she blew me, she supported my shaft with one hand, and the other played with my balls. She went further, rubbing the sensitive flesh between my balls and asshole, sometimes letting her fingers tickle round the edge. I moaned over and over, and now it was my turn to scream my sister's name.

"Oh Beth," I said, as I finally came, "Oh, Beth, honey." She opened her mouth and showed me the thick flood of my come that she had somehow kept in her mouth. Smiling, she gulped down her brother's come with gusto.

"I don't hate you, brother," she said, her tongue sneaking out to lap come of the corner of her mouth just as I had fantasised. "I love you," Beth said.

I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel remorse over losing Masoko; or disgust over what had just happened, a disgust that I had been feeling for days; I didn't think about the burgeoning feelings I had for Shannon, or that she might have for me. All that was in my head was desire for the luscious, beautiful, abundantly sexual flesh that was resting in front of me. She wasn't my sister, she wasn't even a person anymore. I wanted to devour her.

We met kneeling in the middle of our bed, and when our mouths came together it felt like fire. We kissed passionately, taking turns to suckle on each other's bottom lip, our tongues battling in our mouths and in the contested space in between. My hands rubbed her breasts and rolled thick, swollen nipples between finger and thumb. She gripped my neck hard, pulling me towards her as if a centimetre between us was too much, and her hands lavished long, slow strokes on my thick cock.

Our hunger for each other's mouths was overcome by hunger for other body parts, and she bit my nipples while my hands delved into her cunt. She was sopping wet, and hot, and very, very tight – even my exploratory fingers felt too big for her pussy. I pushed her back, and pulled her legs towards me so she didn't fall off the bed. I dived onto her incredible breasts and drowned them in soft kisses. I nipped at her soft flesh, sucked and licked her nipples, pinching them lightly with my teeth. My hands were still dallying in the folds of her cunt; hers were still stroking my cock with loving, jealous fingers.

Without delicacy, or care, I aligned my cock with her cunt and rammed it into her. Beth gasped her pleasure at finally getting her brother's big cock again, and I marvelled at the tightness and heat in my sister's bald cunt. The old bed gave too much, the springs worn out, so I picked her up, my cock never leaving her cunt, and braced her against the wall, as Masoko had done to me just the day before.

"That's it, brother," Beth hissed at me, "fuck me hard with your huge cock."

I rammed into her, shoving my full length in and then withdrawing it entirely before shoving it in again. It was skill-less and brutal, utterly lacking in any artifice. I didn't care, and neither did my sister. Under my rough treatment, Beth had orgasm after orgasm. She screamed my name at the ceiling and the walls shook with the force of her cries. Pleasure ripped through her cunt in great spasms, orgasm raced through her like an avalanche, like a chain reaction, like a flood. It was the same for me – I didn't come, but the sheer sensation and joy of each stroke was unbearable. The taboo of fucking my sister, her desperation for my cock and my touch, the sweet grip of her cunt and the feel of her full breasts and nipples against my chest, all made this the most incredible sex of my life. Finally, after what felt like hours, I came, and my come boiled out of me in gallons. I sagged, and lowered Beth to the floor, but my sister didn't let my cock leave her pussy.

She squeezed the muscles in her cunt, as if she were giving a handjob with her pussy. Already, as I licked the sweat off her breasts and brow and she stroked my body and massaged my cock, I could feel my arousal growing again.

"Wait," Beth said. "I have an idea."

With reluctance, she pulled back from me, my cock slowly coming out of her pussy. She led me to the bathroom and turned the shower on. "Hold on," she told me. She rummaged through the cupboard and then, with a brief cry of glee, proudly brandished a tub of Vaseline. She smeared a thick blob onto her hands and stroked along the length of my cock. Then she stepped under the water, and beckoned me in with her.

The Vaseline didn't run off, I was surprised to see. I suppose it must have been too thick and oily, and thus didn't mix with the water. I also supposed that Beth had done this before. She guided me into her asshole, which was looser than I expected. Still, even with the lubricant I had to enter her very slowly, and I had bottomed out before I had got too deep.

I fucked my sister in the ass, and she moaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. From behind, I was free to cup her breasts and I did so, letting one hand enjoy those perfect orbs while the other fucked her pussy. She was screaming my name, and I don't know how long we fucked, because before I was even near done, the water had run cold.

Beth, my sister, the best fuck I had ever had, was screaming my name over and over and her cries mingled with the pounding of the water from the shower to form a complete and impregnable sound-scape. If we had had neighbours, they would have imagined that I was killing her, and in a way I was, and myself too, as our pleasure obliterated both of us.

But nothing cuts through a wall of sound like the shocked cries of your mother. "Oh bugger," Mum said, seemingly apropos of nothing, "I'm sorry." Then she dashed out of the room, and I felt my big cock softening, even in the tight grip of my sister's ass.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Beth asked me.

To be concluded...