Just Another Night Next Morning

Just another night - next morning

“What would you like me to do for you?”

“Well, I need to get some of your cum out of my hair and clean off my body, help me out and I’ll do the same for you.”

I undid the belt of my silky dressing gown, pulling it down over my arms a little until the material just rested across the very edge of my nipples, I paused, looking him straight in the eye; seeing a challenge lighting in them, raising an eyebrow slightly and turned on my heel at the same time peeling the clingy material down to my waist. Baring my damp breasts to the mirror that I watched him from.

“I never took you for being the shy and introverted type after so many creamy nights darling” he said.

“Oh really?” An imp of mischief danced about in my head and I covered my breasts with my hands and turned round to face him once more.

I laughed out loud when I let my arms fall to my sides. He gulped hard and whistled low through his teeth. My rosy tipped nipples were beading under his gaze, the gentle breeze from the open door caressed them like a lover would, tipping my head back a little I let my eyes drift shut, moving my hands so they were lying flat on my stomach, fingertips just inside the material of the dressing gown and ever so slowly let it fall to the ground.

As soon as it had rolled into a bundle at my feet I stood naked in front of him for the first time. Of course, he had seen me writhing around naked on the bed for so long on so many occasions, but never had it been just the two of us in the cold unnatural light of a bathroom, never had I paraded for his inspection with tension waiting to explode. I looked back into the mirror and tried to say something, anything, but I said nothing, I was shaking.

“I’m ready Chris,” I said. I was ready for more than a late morning shower. My body looked primed, I felt as if I had never been so open with anyone before in my life and here I was standing naked before a man, my brother, who I loved without reservation, without care, I stood before someone who had loved and ravaged me for lifetimes.

A minute passed and still we said nothing, my feet were rooted, I was beginning to feel decidedly vulnerable, maybe I had got things wrong all this time, mixed up his signals, maybe he was having second thoughts. A blush started to rise from the top of my chest; I could feel it, the heat moved like a tide. I’d had enough, right at that moment I felt as if I wanted to crawl into a corner. “You’re ready now.”

His voice was hoarse, I watched the muscles play in his arms as he led me under the shower head, stepping a little closer to me, he raised my face and arms up and I felt the first splashes bathing my heated skin, the water washing away my fears, finally I understood.

He washed me so gently until all last nights dried cum and sweat had been washed away.

“There, I think that’s you all done, you look like a water nymph.” he said, stepping back while he pulled off his boxers. His broad chest tapered down to his waist, the cheeks of his arse just begged to be squeezed, to have fingernails biting into them, his manhood rose proudly from the nest of trimmed curls. My stomach muscles visibly clenched and I had to bite down on my bottom lip hard in an effort to keep my racing thoughts private.

He stood before me as I had stood before him, giving himself to me in the same way - naked and vulnerable. There was no questioning in his gaze, only need. I moved to stand behind him, stepping up onto the edges of the shower, I was now able to raise the showerhead high, slopping the water over his shoulders. I watched the water run down over his body in a hundred little rivers, glinting like silver in the bright bathroom light.

As the dousing continued, I splashed higher, covering his head; we were done, all remnants of the soap and shampoo gone. He turned the water off and made motions to turn around, but I halted him with a hand on his shoulder and began to lick at the water droplets clinging to his back.

My fingertips and tongue explored every muscle and sinew, moving lower with aching slowness, I didn’t forget a single detail. His breathing was growing ragged as I pushed my hands between his thighs, pushing them apart, forcing him to move his feet; my breath hot against the cleft of his buttocks, I raked my nails over the rounded globes, parting them slightly so my tongue could delve deeper. Tentatively I began to drag my tongue over his tightly puckered hole, the reaction was instant, his legs and buttocks tensed slightly but he didn’t pull away.

“Mmmmm, what the hell are you doing to me woman?” Each word seemed to be pulled from deep inside him as my tongue continued to lave.

“Getting to know you.” I whispered bringing my head back slightly before returning once more to my task but he pulled forwards suddenly.

“What a fantastic way to get to know someone.” he breathed quietly as he slowly pushed himself back to my waiting tongue. I spread his cheeks further with the palms of my hands and pushed my tongue deep into his sphincter.

Slowly, I could feel him relax, as he wanted more and more of this hot feeling growing inside him.

I found him rocking his hips back and forth in sync with the thrusts of my protrusion. Suddenly, my tongue was gone and replaced with my finger that slowly worked its way up inside of him. My mouth returned to rimming him so gently, he didn’t want to react to what the finger was doing.

I found his prostate and rolled backwards and forwards across it, very slowly adding to the pressure with each pass. His manhood jumped with each passing and I could feel his cum slowly working its way up the shaft. Not a feeling of needing to cum, but just a delightful feeling of being full and waiting for it to appear in a puddle on the shower floor in front of him.

He had taken enough. He spun round, his hands hooked under my arms pulling me up in front of him. I knew looking at him there and then that he didn’t want to wait, he needed me quickly, badly, the feeling was raw and pure, his hands traced down my sides and held my waist as I locked my hands around his neck.

“You make me want you,” he said. There was no other way I could think to put it either.

He raised me high, his lips brushed against my nipple, capturing and making a prisoner of it in his mouth. Teeth grazed while his tongue flicked back and forth, I rested my head against his and wrapped my legs around his waist, there, he held me poised until he was finished with my breast, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

I tried to talk but he hushed me, his hands cupped my buttocks, holding me still, the dripping head of his cock resting against my wet, hot slit; my heels were digging into his lower back, urging him on, my hands brought his head forward and we kissed, a deep dragging kiss, letting loose all the emotions that had been reined in on us both the night before. Our mouths were still plundering each other as he suddenly dropped me down, his cock spearing right into the heart of me, my mouth opened wide under his as I felt myself being stretched beyond belief. His fingers dug into the flesh of my arse as my pussy clutched tightly around his shaft, my breath was hot on his mouth, his tongue danced with mine as he raised me high again, plunging me down hard again so that every inch of him lay deep inside me.

We were moving; his cock still sheathed deep within me as he leant back against the tiles, allowing me to brace my feet against the lower ones, letting me control the pace. We wanted this to last for the longest time, I could tell he wanted to be inside my incredibly tight tunnel forever, but I said nothing as I pushed upwards, biting down on his shoulder as we started to fuck. I cried out each time I felt the head of his huge cock plunge against my cervix, he moved one of his hands between us, sliding his fingers down to where we were both joined, his head bent slightly so he could watch his continuously leaking cock disappearing into me, again and again.

The pad of his thumb rubbed in tight circles over the nub of my engorged clit and I let loose the cries of the demented that had been building up inside. Forcing myself down onto him faster and faster, he answered with cries of his own and I felt some enormous emotion snap inside me, shattering me, there and then, I needed to feel him come undone in the same way.

Both of his hands moved to my hips, stilling me; I screamed in frustration, bowing my head to his shoulder, my breath coming hot and rapid on his heated skin, I felt weak, sapped but he started to move me, making short sharp thrusts, his back bowed as he thrust higher. He cried out my name and it was caught on the breeze, I started to shake, my muscles clutched tightly around him as I came hard around his enormous pole, tears coursed my cheeks as he brought me close against him, holding me, letting me ride my way through a heart stopping, explosive orgasm.

My juices flowed from me, covering his groin and rolling down the front of his legs as I shuddered from one peak to the next. We didn’t talk, our eyes spoke where our mouths couldn’t. Like that, we were joined for the longest time and although he hadn’t cum, his arm like cock still pulsed like steel inside of me, still his arms held me.

“If I had only known it was going to be like this when we took a shower, we would have done this a whole lot sooner.” His voice was quiet as he raised me up, his cock sliding slowly, painfully out of me. My legs were shaking as I stood before him. He kissed me lightly and moved away into the bathroom, returning quickly with a towel to dry me off. As we moved back to the bedroom, Jen lay alone in the bed still asleep after her night of self inflicted cumming and her quickie morning session with Sid before he left for work.

Chris softly lay beside her and spooned into her body as I did the same behind him. He gently pulled Jen into him and kissed her lightly on her neck as his fingers traced back and forth along the underside of her breasts while his lips kissed her eyes softly shut.

We all drifted off into a warm, glowing semi sleep. Was it in my dreams, or was he now on his back as I felt his cock, once again beginning to grow, slowly being worked in my ravenous, hot mouth.

Jen was up on one elbow facing me, gently tracing lines down the side of my face with her fingernails. “Let me be with him now.” she whispered to me softly.

Her eyes stared at my bobbing head as I sucked loudly. She had always wanted to suck Sid while he was awake but he had refused. He had never said why.

I reluctantly pulled my mouth from him and looked at the still resting Jenny. "Come here!" I said. The words sounded so harsh, almost like a command.

Slowly, Jen began to lift herself upright. A second later, she was kneeling next to him, her slender leg pushing into his thigh. Her naked chest was heaving up and down in excitement. Her nipples were hard pebbles. The palm of his hand was flat on her tiny behind as his fingertips played slowly up and down the crease between her cheeks.

I could feel the blood pounding in my temples as I stared at the beautiful Jenny breasts before me. He looked down at Jen and then me. He held his breath when he saw me hold his waving penis out to Jen and then heard me say, "Come closer and suck it!"

Jen hesitantly shuffled her knees a little and reached out with a trembling hand and touched his saliva drenched penis. It almost felt hot enough to burn her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, marveling at how large it looked and felt in her tiny hand. She could feel it pulsing as the blood rushed through it. She trembled. Her brain was screaming "No!" but her body was saying, "Yes!"

"Suck it Jen," I said again and reached up to gently encourage her head down toward his penis.

A groan caught in Jenny’s throat as her mouth opened and she took his penis into her. I felt my swollen vagina pulse as the smooth and purple head slid past her lips and into her mouth. Then, her thoughts turned to the many times that his penis had been inside of my body. Instead of being repulsed, she felt electric shocks rush through her. She sucked him even harder. A steady stream of his pre-cum flowed out of his slit, coating her tongue and she swallowed. Another moan escaped her throat.

"That's it, suck it, suck his big cock, swallow as much of his leakage as you can get. Mmmm, it tastes so good doesn’t it. Take him to the back of your throat, let him make you gag!" I whispered as I leaned close to my friend. "You're making him so hot."

Jenny moaned at my hot, sultry words. Her hand began to move faster up and down the long shaft and her lips made a sucking sound as she lost herself in the pleasurable task. She never thought oral sex could be so exciting.

He was going mad with desire. His hips began to lift off the bed and he felt his balls churning. "Oh God," he moaned.

I could tell the signs and I knew that he was close to climaxing. I decided to warn her "Jen, he’s going to cum," I whispered into her ear.

Jen felt a chill go down her spine at the words and she moaned deep in her throat, but she didn't stop her movements. Instead, she picked up the pace, squeezed his log as hard as she could with both hands and wanked him furiously.

"Do you want to drink his never ending, hot, sticky ropes of cum?" I asked excitedly when she didn't pull away.

Another moan came from deep in Jen's throat. Her hand now became a blur as she began to desperately seek her reward.

"Ohhhhh!!!" he moaned loudly and lifted his hips. Suddenly, his balls pulled tight to his groin and his penis erupted.

A second later, Jen's mouth was being filled with his thick, boiling, white ropes of sperm. It shot out of the head like a cannon, splattering the back of her throat. She swallowed and moaned as his thick juices slid down her throat. Her mouth filled again and again. Each time she swallowed and then sucked for more.

I watched in amazement as Jen drank his load. A smile came to my lips as I watched her continue to milk his softening penis until it fell wetly from her mouth.

Jenny had lost track of where she was and what she was doing. When she looked up, she saw Chris and me smiling at her. Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious. With a trembling hand she wiped a drop of sperm from the corner of her mouth and her face turned red with embarrassment. She spun around and resumed her spoons position. Chris cuddled up close to her, turned her head towards him and gently they shared a very wet, salty kiss and snuggled down behind her with me gently caressing his buttocks.

Once again, my dreams had me wondering how his monstrous erection could be so hard after its recent workout as it slowly worked its way up and down the beautiful crease of Jenny’s arse.

I lay up on one elbow and watched as he raised himself up onto his knees and gently rolled her over onto her back, he spread her legs with his knees and stepped between them.

I could feel that his breath was warm on the side of her neck as he explored her jaw line, pushing her hair back so he could drag the tip of his tongue along the length of her neck. Her breath was shaky as he moved lower, cupping her breasts in his hands, moving between both hardened peaks, biting gently, sucking till both ached.

He moved from there to raise one arm and nuzzle into the lush patch of raven hair that nestled there.

He moved lower and softly blew low on her stomach, his fingers moving in lazy circles. She cried out her need but he didn’t answer with words, instead dragging his fingernails from the inside of her knees up to where her legs joined her body.

I could see she was getting wetter and wetter as he continued to ignore the place where she needed to feel his touch most of all. She was being tortured sweetly, over and over. Her legs parted wide and she tried to move, hoping his fingers would stray to her pussy, but he backed off a bit and followed the path of his fingernails with his mouth, then at last she could feel his breath hot and panting against the apex of her thighs.

I breathed deep, inhaling her scent as his hands slid under her thighs, pushing them up so that her hips were tilted, pinned and totally open to him, creating havoc to her insides as he blew gently over her clit. She could stay quiet no longer and begged him, but he quieted her once more before letting the tip of his tongue lave over the delicate folds of her sex. I groaned low and deep as he buried himself between her thighs, letting go of her thighs so he could slide his palms under her arse, holding her up, drinking from her.

Every inch of her was explored with his tongue; sucking her clit into his mouth, pulling it hard away from her body, then lower, diving his tongue straight into her while his nose nudged against her rock hard nub. His hands rocked her back and forth while he fucked her with his tongue, fingers moving under her, she could feel his thumb rubbing her tight little rose.

She told me later, in her world, she had never been touched like this before, her stomach muscles jumped in shock and she tried to wriggle away but she was held still, worked on till she was a quivering mess, juices running from her pussy and his chin, drenching the underside of her glistening cheeks and starting to pool around his thumb, acting as a lubricant for the pressure he was slowly building.

He worked her tightest hole in small circles until he felt her relax slightly against him, taking it as a cue; he pushed through the tightly banded muscles. The pleasure-laced pain had her screaming out, she couldn’t stay quiet as his mouth and hand urged her on. I could see his fingers were splayed across her buttocks as his thumb pushed deeper and his tongue mashed on; she must have seen stars as she came under his mouth, bucking against his mouth and thumb, my murmured words of encouragement spurring her on till she completely lost control.

Right there and then she needed to feel his hot, heavy meat filling her. It had never been like this for her before, she had never once begged a man nor been this wet.

She must have been able to feel him easing his thumb out of her rose bud slowly as he raised his head up, letting his body slide along the length of hers, a hand now rested on either side of her face, lowering his head down to hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Using both his hands he rolled her over onto her stomach, letting his knees push her thighs wide apart, at this moment she could almost feel the silky head of his penis invading her body, but he took his time, nipping at her shoulder with his teeth, licking a path down her spine to the small dimple at the very base, his hands rested on her cheeks, he didn’t need to spread her, she was already open to his needs. He lapped at her in the same way I had him earlier.

It must have felt amazing, dirty, I hung on to her soaked leg as she tried to wiggle away from his tongue but she was held still. Little by little she relaxed and felt the wet heat of his tongue push a little way inside her brown ring, quickly followed by a finger, then two, it felt as if she was being stretched wide, she had no idea that pain like this could bring so much pleasure.

He covered her with his body, whispering softly in her ear as he let the head of his cock push slowly into her pussy, coating it with her wetness, she was ready for him. Drawing his hips back he rose higher, I grabbed his pulsing shaft and guided it as he pushing against her tightest hole, slippery wet already, it wasn’t going to go. He pushed a little harder, still it wouldn’t go.

He rose up again and I pushed my tongue against her hole and spat a wad of saliva inside. I still had hold of him and worked on his monumental shaft with my mouth. Again, he lowered himself down and eased the first few fractions of the purple head inside.