pussy and ass. He began toying with both of my holes simultaneously, slipping his fingers into me in this way, while his mouth remained clamped around my pussy and he knew exactly what he was doing. He played my body like an instrument, knowing when to speed up, slow down, knowing just how much pressure to apply and when, and before long I found myself cumming hard against his face, bucking and thrashing as I pushed myself against him, and I heard him too grunting with pleasure, his lips still clamped around my clit.
Then he stood and pressed his hot cock head against the soaking wet opening to my cunt.
It was time.
There was a moment’s pause and it felt like everything stood still as I heard him tearing open a condom wrapper and the soft slap of rubber on his dick.
And then he was inside me, his thick hot rod stretching the walls of my cunt wide open, his cock head hitting a sweet spot inside my pussy that I never even knew existed, each thrust sending a new wave of white hot pleasure through my still-trembling body.
I watched myself in the glass of the window, mirrored against the black night sky, my face lost in the throes of ecstasy, my mouth open, my breasts swinging free as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster from behind, his own face fixed in a state of pure animal lust.
“Oh fuck, baby!” he groaned as I ground myself even harder against him, his cock now buried all the way to the hilt inside my pussy, and I reached down between my legs and cupped his tight, hot, swollen balls, just as he exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum!”
I felt his cock spasming inside me and my pussy clamping hard around it, his balls twitching in my grip as he pressed himself against me from behind, both of us lost in our own instinctive pleasures.
§
It wasn’t as awkward afterwards as I’d imagined it might be. As I stepped back into my g-string, and smoothed down the folds of my rumpled dress, Caleb put on some jazz music on his expensive hi-fi sound system, and poured us both some drinks.
I joined him over on the couch, and it was only as we sat there and sipped from our glasses, that I realized I still knew absolutely nothing about him, other than that I’d experienced a moment of pure animal abandon with him.
He was the first to break the silence.
“That sure was something …”
He smiled at me, with genuine warmth, and I felt bad for having him pegged so wrong at first: as an arrogant, self-obsessed asshole. It seemed like I’d perhaps got him and Xander mixed up …
And that’s when it hit me. That’s who he looked like! He looked like Xander, except with a paler complexion and with blonde hair and blue eyes instead of dark brown. How in the hell had it taken me this long to work out something so obvious!
My heart was thumping as I mulled over the permutations and complications of the situation that was suddenly presenting itself to me.
Had I really worked it out?
Were they really brothers?
Or was I getting a little ahead of myself?
Either way, I had to find out; I had to find a way to ask …
“I still don’t know anything about you,” I said, quietly and seriously. “Tell me about yourself. Do you have any family?”
At this, he shot me a sudden, surprisingly icy glance.
“Not anymore,” he snapped.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feigning ignorance. “I hope I didn’t touch a nerve …”
“No, no. I just …” At this he stopped. “You won’t understand.”
“Try me,” I said.
“Okay, well, it’s kind of a long story …” he said.
Chapter Seventeen
§
Caleb's Story
When I was a kid, I remember feeling this frustration, because everyone assumed that, due to my family's wealth, I had a nice life. But they didn't know the half of it. No one did. Let me tell you now, just because your dad's rich, doesn't mean that you actually get to see any of that money …
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.
I grew up the
Then he stood and pressed his hot cock head against the soaking wet opening to my cunt.
It was time.
There was a moment’s pause and it felt like everything stood still as I heard him tearing open a condom wrapper and the soft slap of rubber on his dick.
And then he was inside me, his thick hot rod stretching the walls of my cunt wide open, his cock head hitting a sweet spot inside my pussy that I never even knew existed, each thrust sending a new wave of white hot pleasure through my still-trembling body.
I watched myself in the glass of the window, mirrored against the black night sky, my face lost in the throes of ecstasy, my mouth open, my breasts swinging free as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster from behind, his own face fixed in a state of pure animal lust.
“Oh fuck, baby!” he groaned as I ground myself even harder against him, his cock now buried all the way to the hilt inside my pussy, and I reached down between my legs and cupped his tight, hot, swollen balls, just as he exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum!”
I felt his cock spasming inside me and my pussy clamping hard around it, his balls twitching in my grip as he pressed himself against me from behind, both of us lost in our own instinctive pleasures.
§
It wasn’t as awkward afterwards as I’d imagined it might be. As I stepped back into my g-string, and smoothed down the folds of my rumpled dress, Caleb put on some jazz music on his expensive hi-fi sound system, and poured us both some drinks.
I joined him over on the couch, and it was only as we sat there and sipped from our glasses, that I realized I still knew absolutely nothing about him, other than that I’d experienced a moment of pure animal abandon with him.
He was the first to break the silence.
“That sure was something …”
He smiled at me, with genuine warmth, and I felt bad for having him pegged so wrong at first: as an arrogant, self-obsessed asshole. It seemed like I’d perhaps got him and Xander mixed up …
And that’s when it hit me. That’s who he looked like! He looked like Xander, except with a paler complexion and with blonde hair and blue eyes instead of dark brown. How in the hell had it taken me this long to work out something so obvious!
My heart was thumping as I mulled over the permutations and complications of the situation that was suddenly presenting itself to me.
Had I really worked it out?
Were they really brothers?
Or was I getting a little ahead of myself?
Either way, I had to find out; I had to find a way to ask …
“I still don’t know anything about you,” I said, quietly and seriously. “Tell me about yourself. Do you have any family?”
At this, he shot me a sudden, surprisingly icy glance.
“Not anymore,” he snapped.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feigning ignorance. “I hope I didn’t touch a nerve …”
“No, no. I just …” At this he stopped. “You won’t understand.”
“Try me,” I said.
“Okay, well, it’s kind of a long story …” he said.
Chapter Seventeen
§
Caleb's Story
When I was a kid, I remember feeling this frustration, because everyone assumed that, due to my family's wealth, I had a nice life. But they didn't know the half of it. No one did. Let me tell you now, just because your dad's rich, doesn't mean that you actually get to see any of that money …
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.
I grew up the
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