The Better Brother

Maggie was even quicker than me. She was a blur, stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside. She jumped on the bed and held out her arms. She wiggled her fingers at me. “Come on, slowpoke!”

“I’ll give you a slow poke,” I said with a grin. I peeled off my jeans and underwear and dove on top of her still wearing my socks. She bounced and giggled beneath me. My beard was tickling her chin. She brushed it out of her face and pretended to spit hair.

“You need to trim that thing,” she said with a grin.

“Oh no, it will grow until the day I die.”

“We’ll see about that.” She used two fingers to brush my moustache away from my mouth. “As long as I can get to these lips, I’ll be okay.”

“Fair enough,” I said, pressing my lips to hers, my stiff cock rubbing against her mound. She spread her legs and bent her knees and breathed in my ear.

“Don’t you ever leave me again,” I said.

“I won’t ever leave you again,” she said, closing her eyes as my shaft slid back and forth over her wet folds. I could feel her hot juices soaking my cock and balls. Her breasts rose and fell against me. Then she reached around and gave my ass a hard slap.

“But you’d better be a good boy. No more shady deals.”

“No more shady deals,” I sighed, my lips at her ear.

“Good,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into my back. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and nudged my ass with her heels, like she was kicking a horse to make it go.

She said, “Now, shut up fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

I pulled my hips back and my cock slid straight into her. The breath gushed from her lungs and she dug her fingernails deeper into my back. She trailed her nails down my back, leaving scratches that burned with beautiful pain.

She dug her heels into my ass and prodded me into a rhythm.

I braced on my elbows and we kissed as we fucked.

Our tongues dueled, darting in and out, matching the rhythm of my cock and balls slamming into her.

Maggie moaned in my ear and bucked her ass off the bed.

Each time I thrust into her, she pulled herself up, making me go deeper and deeper inside her.

TWENTY-ONE: MAGGIE

I could practically feel Tyler’s cock all the way up in my throat each time he thrust into me. I dug my nails into his back and opened my mouth so his tongue could come inside to play with mine.

I could feel the orgasm building, like a fire burning deep within my cunt that was spreading throughout my entire body. Every nerve stood on end. Every cell tingled. I could feel my pulse in my temple. I could hear my heart beating in my ear.

“Oh… god… I’m cumming…” Tyler said. He was ramming into me now, fast and hard. His balls slapped against my pussy. My nipples grew harder as his long beard brushed against them. I felt the muscles in his back stiffen. His ass was hard as stone beneath my heels.

The second I felt his body tighten and his seed begin to flow into me, my own orgasm hit like a tsunami battering the shoreline. I tightened my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, as deep as he could go.

My pussy exploded with hot juices as he continued to slide in and out, spreading his milky cum over my pussy, making a wonderfully-sticky mess.

He thrust into me a few more times as the little bolt

s of lightning shot through my body and made me tingle all over.

He let go the long breath he’d been holding and collapsed on the bed beside me.

He raised his arm and I rolled into him with my head resting on his chest.

I stroked his long beard as if it were a cat.