As I reached the peak, he cried out and I felt his come shooting into me.
We held each other so tightly, our bodies shaking with passion and exhaustion. I locked my pussy around him until his cock had shrunk so much that I couldn't hold him any more. He slipped out and I felt a stream of his come mixed with my juices running out from my gaping hole. His cock had opened me so much that it seemed like a flood pouring out between my legs.
He placed his hand tenderly over my cunt and took the flow of juices on his fingers. I took his hand and looked at his fingers. They were covered with his come and my juices and some blood. I looked into his eyes and smiled. "Well, I guess I'm not little virgin Anna anymore." I kissed him tenderly and held his head against my breasts. "Thank you, darling," I whispered. "You were all a girl could wish for."
His lips kissed my breasts tenderly and I cuddled him to me. My pussy felt dead, destroyed in the name of love. I could feel his come running out of me and the whole bottom half of my body ached and throbbed but it felt like a weight had been lifted off me. I closed my eyes and held Robbie's head tightly against my breasts. His hands slid between my open thighs and gently caressed my tender, sore little pussy.
"Are you okay," he whispered.
"Oh yes. How about you?"
"Yes. "
"Sleepy?" I asked.
"A little."
"Me too."
His finger slid into my wide open pussy and went all the way inside me. I sighed and in no time we were both fast asleep.
I felt Robbie stirring and opened my eyes. He smiled at me and kissed me on the tip of my nose. "Hi," he said softly. "It's about time you woke up."
I yawned and stretched. "What time is it?" "Almost twelve-thirty."
"Goodness. I must have been tired." Robbie's smile broadened. "Are you surprised?"
I shook my head and hugged him. I don't think I've ever felt such peace or satisfaction in my whole life.
"So," I said. "We still have the whole weekend ahead of us. What are we going to do?"
Robbie slid out of my arms and stood at the side of the bed, his beautiful cock hanging thick 56 and heavy. I felt a shudder run through my body at the sight of him standing there, all naked, in my room.
His cock was covered with my juices and his come and was streaked with blood from where he'd broken through into the depths of my pussy. I reached out to touch it and he just stayed where he was as my hand wrapped around it. I squeezed him tenderly and he smiled at me.
"Well," he said. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Can I come with you?" Showering with him sounded like a lot of fun.
"If you want."
I jumped off the bed and gave him a hug. "Do I get to wash him?" I asked, giving his cock a friendly flick.
"Could I stop you?"
No.
"I didn't think so."
Showering with my brother WAS fun, especially washing his cock. Boy, did I do a good job of that. By the time I had finished soaping and rubbing it, he was hard again. Then he stood behind me and washed my back, his hands running down into the crack of my ass and tickling my little hole until I was squirming under the jets of water. I turned around so he could wash my tits and he spent ages on them, rubbing my nipples until they were as hard as bullets.
He saved the best until last. He carefully washed my pussy with slow, easy movements of his hands, his fingers opening the lips and stroking me. My legs were turning into jelly. The heat of the water, the steam rising from the floor of the shower, the confined space intensifying everything. My clit was hard and eager to be touched and when his fingers finally found it I almost collapsed. It was so tender from all the loving it had received that the merest touch was enough to turn me into a quivering mass.
He rubbed it gently along the side and I sagged against him, gasping for air. As his movements became more agitated, I took his cock and began to move my hands up and down it in time with his fingers on my clit. "Stick it in me," I moaned.
He turned me around so that my back was to him and leaned me forward. I braced my body 58 with my hands against the wall of the shower and he placed his cock against the cheeks of my ass. Slowly, oh so fuckin' slowly, he moved his knob down the crack of my ass and between my legs. I felt it run along the length of my pussy lips and then the tip of his cock was inside me. He rubbed it slowly in and out of my pussy until I had to stop myself from pleading with him to ram it in me. He was driving me crazy.
Then I felt a push and he opened me up. His cock slid all the way up my hole until I thought it would pop out of my belly button. It felt like my pussy was being split apart. He pushed a little more and that was it.
He was pressed so tightly against my ass that I just knew I had all of him inside me and there was no pain, just a warmth flowing through me, from his body to mine.
He began to move inside me and as he did the muscles in my pussy seemed to close around him like a vise, trapping him. He groaned with pleasure as his cock moved up and down the tight hole, each thrust hitting the very end.
"Do I feel good?" I asked softly.
"You have a beautiful, tight, little cunt."
"I'm glad you like it." Oh so that's what guys call it. Well that's fine. That's how I'll think of it too. Cunt.
Pussy. Twat. Whatever you call it, it sure feels good when it's full of thick cock. "Your cock feels terrific."
His hands moved around to the front of my body and his fingers went between my legs. He touched my clit and my legs started shaking again. "Oh yes!" I cried. "Yes. Oh Robbie." It was like being hit by a tidal wave. My legs buckled and his strong arms held me tightly. "Robbie, fuck me now."
I steadied myself against the wall and he began to drive his cock into me with incredible force. It felt different doing it this way to when he was lying on top of me. His cock came at me from a different angle, I guess, but it sure felt good. In fact, I think I almost preferred it this way of him being on top. Me, the sex expert. Second time and I'm already deciding which way I like it.
He was really beginning to drive hard into me and I wanted his come again so badly. "Come, darling," I said. "Fill me up again. Fill me with that big cock of yours. Fill my cunt."
He drove harder into me, almost lifting me off my feet then he rammed his cock so far up my cunt that I cried out and I felt the warmth of his come hitting the end of my aching hole. He sagged over my back, his breathing raspy and ragged. His cock totally spent and exhausted.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Poor guy was a wreck.
"I'm dead," he groaned.
His cock slid from me and I felt his come dribbling out from my gaping cunt lips. I turned around and hugged him. "You're wonderful," I said, kissing his neck. "When can we do it again?"
He slapped my ass and then gripped the cheeks and squeezed them. "You're an animal," he said.
"It's your fault."
We kissed tenderly as the hot water continued to splash over us. My body felt more alive than ever.
One thing I quickly learned was that men and women don't have the same amount of sexual stamina. Poor Robbie was done for. I mean, like dead. He'd come four times within a twelve hour period and nothing, but nothing, was going to revitalize his desires or his cock. We went back to his room and I cuddled him for a while and that was it. He was out cold. I have to admit that I was still hungry. I had finally had my pussy breached and I wanted more. I looked down sadly at Robbie's shrivelled, shrunken cock and it was clear that I wasn't going to get any there.