Who Was I Fooling Pt 08

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Who Was I Fooling? - Part 8

The year was 2009

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The afterparty that Landry chose for us was at the house of Roberto and Ximena. Their parents were not present on purpose. Instead, the event was being chaperoned by Roberto and Ximena's three Aunts. They were young, hip, and fashionable and had come up from Miami to host the party for their niece and nephew.

They arranged for a number of casino games and fun activities. One even dressed up as a mystical Gypsy woman and read Tarot card fortunes. The Aunts allowed a moderate amount of alcohol: beer and wine with no hard spirits. They kept the festivities firmly in hand to keep things from getting out of control.

After they arrived, all of the kids doffed their formal wear and finery for casual clothing. I took off the Cosette Escarrat dress and put on a knee length halter-top cotton skater dress with a vee neckline. It was one of the most comfortable garments I owned and I knew that it was flattering.

Just under thirty partygoers attended. Most of the guys were friends of Landry and Roberto along with their dates, although Kylie and Taylor had also been invited. They showed up just to hang with me for a bit. They stayed for maybe twenty minutes before they departed. Both of them had arranged for hotel rooms and their appearance at the party helped them maintain the facade that they weren't just jumping into bed with their dates.

When a couple would try to slink away for some alone time in one of the two bedrooms designated for privacy, one of the Aunts would check to make sure that the lovers were old enough, they weren't drunk, that the girl wasn't being pressured, and that birth control was in use. The Aunts placed a fish bowl full of condoms on a side table in the hallway to the bedrooms. Everyone going in was given a change of sheets too.

After Taylor and Kylie left, I ended up spending a lot of time with Ximena. She was young and, like me, was a bit out of her depth. Neither of us had been at a party where drinking was present, so we just stuck together. After a while, she managed to get me alone with her out on the back deck. There was a balmy ocean breeze that evening and it was lovely to sit out and enjoy the evening sky. Out there, she eagerly besieged me with questions about my relationship to Landry.

I was open and honest, but I spent most of my time trying to convince her to take it easy with regard to her brother. I shared with her all of the arguments against incest that Dr. Fee shared with me.

The argument from Dr. Fee that had the biggest impact was that if she and her brother were ever caught having sex, he would be blamed, even if she was the aggressor. I made her consider what life for Roberto would be like if he was sent to prison for statutory rape and had to spend the rest of his life as a sex offender. This spooked the hell out of her, as I hoped it would. She hadn't thought about that and vowed to me that she would never put him in legal jeopardy.

My mind was elsewhere the whole time and I was eager to get out of the after party. I got to thinking about what I would be doing with Landry that evening and I was so horny I couldn't really focus.

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After about an hour and a half at the after party, I made eye contact with Landry and quietly said, "Let's get out of here." We thanked Roberto, Ximena, and their Aunts and told everyone we'd had enough and were going home.

I handed the limo driver the address to the beach house that Arden arranged for me as he held open the door for us.

I slid into the back and then moved over to make room for Landry. He slid in next to me and looked very nervous.

"I saw you give the driver an address," said Landry. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to spend the night at a beach house," I said.

Landry screwed up his courage and said, "What you said before, Noise, about you and I spending the night together. We don't have to, you know. We can just...."

I silenced him with a kiss. It was just as amazing and as overwhelming as the kiss we'd shared at the Italian restaurant in DC, except this one lasted over forty minutes. Unlike Micha's tentative first kisses, Landry had been well coached in the art of kissing by Dr. Fee. He was aggressive yet tender. As we kissed, Landry's hands were everywhere. It was fairly easy for me to surmise that he too had a serious thing for my tits.

We were in real danger of going too far right there in the limo. I was startled as we pulled into the street lights of downtown Morehead city. When that happened. Landry was desperately trying to get his hand in my panties, and I already had my hand in the fly of his jeans. I pulled away and said, "We've got to get cleaned up. We're not far now. I spent several minutes trying to fix my hair and makeup, but it was hopeless. Instead, I dropped my up-do and fluffed out my hair to make it look like bed head. I wiped all of my makeup off using a wipe and then hastily put on some eye liner and reapplied my lipstick as we crossed over the bridge from Morehead City to Atlantic Beach. That would have to do.

Atlantic beach then switched over to Pine Knoll Shores, which was less developed with more private single-family houses than condos and hotels. The driver found the number he was looking for and pulled down a long driveway that cut a path through low trees and brush. I noticed at the last minute that Landry had my lipstick all over his face. I hastily wiped it off of him with a wipe and finished just as the chauffeur opened the door for us.

We stepped out into the beach air. Next to the house under the cover of the trees, the air was still warm and somewhat muggy. We could hear the crashing of the surf from just beyond the beach house. Landry and I grabbed our own bags out of the trunk and thanked the driver. "We're done for the night," Landry announced. "Thank you."

I saw Landry hand the driver an envelope with a stack of cash in it, which the driver artfully palmed.

"You two have a good night!" he enthused.

We walked up to the door.

"You arranged for this house, Noise?" asked Landry.

"No," I replied. "Our Don't did. She assumed that we were going to be fucking tonight, so she rented this house for us. It is isolated and she had some of Dad's security guys sweep it. There are no hidden cameras here. There will be no spectators."

From the front porch, it was easy to see that the house was wonderfully isolated. The brush and low trees surrounding the house were quite impenetrable and there was no other house which had a vantage on this one.

"No shit?" asked Landry with a laugh.

"It's what gave me the courage to give tonight to you," I said.

Landry patiently waited as I set my bags down and used the RFID card to open the door. It unlocked with a beep and I pushed the door open. Air conditioning washed over us from the open door.

I turned to him and said, "Landry, you know this, of course, but I love you from the bottom of my heart. I want to give you tonight as a gift. You can have whatever you want from me except for anal. For everything else, there's no need to ask because the answer is 'yes' in advance. As this will be our only time, if you want to do it, the time is now. I ask for only one consideration from you."

"What is it?" he asked.

"I want you to be aggressive and lead," I said. "I enjoyed my time exploring with Micah, but everything was endlessly discussed and negotiated. That has its place, especially when you are exploring, but I've never had the opposite experience: the demanding hard passion of an aggressive man. As this is your night, I expect you to just take what you want. You know that I'm on birth control, so bareback and coming inside are perfectly safe. Can you take the lead?"

"Yes," said Landry eagerly.

"Then, let's go inside," I said.

Landry suddenly stepped in front of me and then lifted me up into a bridal carry and walked me inside. I left my bag and my dress bags on the porch outside.

As he walked through the door, I heard him kick the door shut behind us. The interior was a lavish modern design with a great room style architecture.

He carried me over to a beautiful kitchen table and dropped me down on it. He reached under my skirt, and got the front panel of my panties in his fist-- it was a very sexy french-cut silk thong that I'd changed into after I took off the Cosette Escarrat dress. It was soaking wet after the kissing in the limo. With a hard yank, he literally tore them off of me.

His mouth was instantly on mine and his tongue was back in my mouth. My head spun in dizziness and I felt my heart pounding. It had never been so exciting and out-of-control like this with Micah or even Belle when we'd made love on the boat.

As we kissed, I could feel Landry fumbling with his belt and he dropped his jeans on the floor. The next thing I knew, I felt his hard cock press against the inside of my thigh. It was so erect, it was boiling hot. He felt absolutely fucking huge. Frankly it was maybe only an inch or two longer than Micah, but it was a lot thicker.

He redoubled his kiss and placed his cock against my entrance. As his tongue swirled over mine, he pushed in and hilted himself on me in one smooth thrust. I'm not going to lie, it hurt horribly. I was suddenly panicking, crying out in pain into his mouth.

He kept kissing me until my piteous cried died down. He broke the kiss and I whimpered and whined as I dealt with the wave of pain and a bit of a cramp.

"Laundry, oh my God, that hurts!," I managed to grunt out. "You're so fucking big!"

The look he gave me was one of love and concern.

"I know, Noise. I'm sorry, but I had to get all the way in you and let you adjust. With Doctor Fee it was the same way. We did this prolonged one-inch-every-ten-minutes thing, and it just prolonged her misery. She finally said, 'Fuck it!' and had me do this. I'm going to be super still and just let you adjust. Your body will stretch. In five minutes, it will be a little sore, but you won't feel like this again. I promise."

He then kissed me again, which again, made my head spin. After a few minutes, the painful stretch and the cramp in my vagina diminished and my body did start to adjust as Landry promised.

After he broke the kiss. He reached down and untied my halter. Pulling it down to expose my halter bra. My tits, thanks to our vigorous activity in the limo, were already hanging half way out of the cups.

Landry visibly shivered at the sight of them. The lust on his face doubled. I felt my lady parts gush at the sight of his lust. He was utterly enthralled by the sight before him. He sensed me looking at him and he made eye contact. All I saw on his face was love and gratitude. It hit me like a ton of bricks: Landry loved me. Not just as a brother loves his sister, but much more than that. The realization was so powerful, an intense thrill shot through me. I felt powerful, adored, and worshipped by the highest status guy I'd ever met.

He carefully reached behind me and undid the clasp to my bra, freeing my breasts. He allowed himself to slowly take in the sight of them and smile. The mere sight of my breasts made his cock throb and pulse inside of me. "Oh, you have such lovely breasts, Noise," he enthused. "Your nipples are so sexy."

"Not as good as Doctor Fee," I observed.

"Mmmm....," he said doubtfully. "Her's are big fluffy and round and her nipples are a lot bigger. Yours are more of a classic breast shape and they are just so fucking perfect."

He slowly reached down and began to gently caress them. As he touched the, for the first time, his eyes half closed and he actually let out a groan of pleasure. The release of years of pent-up desire had made him high with arousal. He lightly squeezed them between his fingers and closed his eyes so he could focus utterly on the sensation of it.

All the while he did that, the look of lust, pleasure, and absolute adoration on his face deepened. I was suddenly so aroused, I was in danger of orgasm just from his caresses. He began to get more firm with his hands and I felt him withdraw his cock about an inch and slowly work it back into me.

A jolt of white-hot pleasure shot up my spine, making me flinch.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, Laundry!" I groaned out.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No," I groaned. "You doing that while playing with my tits is amazing Laundry. Don't stop."

He did it again and as he withdrew, my vagina was gripping him so tightly, I could feel his massively thick cock pulling my vagina out with him on the withdrawal. The friction and fullness felt absolutely amazing.

"Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuck! Laundry!" I said with a shiver as his cock slowly pulled out of me. As he pushed back in, I felt his cock pulling my vagina tight right at the very back. The pleasure with a tinge of pain was so intense, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. When pleasuring my clitoris, the feeling was direct and very sharp. This pleasure was indistinct: everywhere all at once. I sucked in a huge breath and tried to just roll with the overwhelming sensation. Landry's head suddenly had a halo and I smelled a mixture of roses, cotton candy, and the masculine musk I'd smelled on him when we pretended that Arden caught me giving Landry oral. It was a total synesthesia response.

As Landry's cock tightened the very back of my vagina and pressed against my cervix, he firmly squeezed both of my tits. The pleasure was white hot and intense. It was too much for me and I instantly erupted into a massive orgasm.

This was a different feeling from the orgasms that I had with Micah or Belle. I was getting almost no stimulation to my clitoris at all. Instead, the pleasure was coming from deep inside of me. The spasm against Landry's very thick cock was so fierce, I felt my vagina cramp. My ass was spasming so hard, it actually hurt my anus.

I was incoherent for forty-five seconds as the orgasm washed over me. The wave of pleasure was so strong it was like being scoured with a fire hose. I rode it out completely unable to react or cope. I was utterly helpless. As I gained my wits back, I could see Landry not moving, smiling down at me. His expression was amazed. He radiated love down onto me.

"You are so tight Noise that I felt everything. That orgasm felt fucking massive!" he said with evident pride and enthusiasm.

"Oh, my God Laundry, that was amazing," I heard myself reply. "Don't stop. Keep going, please!"

He started doing long slow thrusts while gently squeezing my tits. He shifted his hands so that he was pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he squeezed me. About every tenth stroke or so, I had another one of those powerful deep internal orgasms. There was no ramp up or warning that these orgasms were coming. There was no real let down to the peak of the previous orgasm.

Eventually, it was so hard to recover from the orgasms and keep myself focused on what was happening that I just let myself go. Before I knew it, Landry picked up his pace, making quick long strokes. I couldn't believe how gentle he was being with me. I moaned and groaned and whimpered completely out of control.

I liked sex a lot. In fact, I utterly adored it. Orgasms were big on my list and I'd had some big ones that year: some self-administered, a couple given by Micah, and one really big one by Belle. I'd never felt anything like I felt as my brother fucked me on the kitchen table of that beach house. The sheer pleasure, excitement, and the out-of-control beating of my heart as Landry brought me over and over again was the best feeling I'd ever had in my life.

I could hear myself actually subconsciously screaming in a high-pitched voice, "Oh my God, Laundry, fuck me with that big cock! It feels so fucking good! I've never felt anything like this before! Don't stop, Laundry! God damn don't ever let it stop! Pound that pleasure maker into my pussy! Laundry, don't stop! Make me come again! Don't you dare fucking stop!"

Whatever I was saying had a huge impact on Landry because I felt him buck into me ferociously as he screamed out, "Here it comes, Noise!" He absolutely detonated and as he did so, he screamed out, "I love you!"

I felt his cock pulse and jet his warm spend into me. So much ejaculate shot out of him that it actually created pressure in my vagina. I felt it squirting out to the sides of my lips as he thrust his enormous cock into me. Something happened to me and I came so hard I couldn't breathe. An immense massive tsunami wave of pleasure washed over me and through me. The only thing that I remember thinking was disappointment that this meant it would end.

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I woke up because the sun was beating down on my face. I felt like I was getting sunburned. The clock on the nightstand next to the bed in the master bedroom read 9:37 AM. The entire disk of the sun was visible in the floor-to-ceiling window on the southeastern wall of the bedroom. It made my skin hot and it was tingling.

My entire pelvis was sore and I was exhausted. Landry had been insatiable and we fucked all night. The first couple of fucks were hard and intense and were over in just a few minutes, ending with powerful crushing orgasms. Each successive fuck, however, was slower, longer, and more tender. The fifth time we coupled, I rode him cowgirl outside on a lounger by the pool, under the stars, as a cool breeze swept in over the rollers with the building tide. I languorously ground on his cock for more than forty minutes, lightly massaging my clit to a gentle and sweet orgasm about every ten minutes or so. The whole time, Landry stared up at me with an expression of abject lust and love. I felt powerful, and sexy. and worthy. I felt like a goddess being worshipped. It was pretty fucking heady.

Afterwards, we practically crawled into the bed in the master bedroom and crashed just before first light broke. Four hours later, the sun was emphatically up and was making my face tingle with its intensity.

I came awake in bed with Landry's arms and legs wrapped around me. I whispered to myself to process what I was feeling at that moment. "Joy," I managed to whisper to myself. "I am feeling joy. This is what it feels like when you wake up in the morning after having spent a passionate night with someone you love deeply."