Sunlight broke through the curtains, streaked across the floor and hit him square in the eye. Every morning was the same – the crappy curtain rod had tilted overnight and a vicious ray of sunlight shook Kyle out of a fantastic dream.
“Noo, jus a couple more min’ts with Tyra!” He mumbled and tried to turn over, but the sun was relentless and the room was heating up fast. Worse than the ray of sunlight every morning was the fact that his room faced the East, making it a furnace before noon. Defeated, he turned over to lay on his back with an arm draped over his eyes, cursing his luck. He grimaced as his dick poked through the fly of his boxers and rubbed against the rough sheets. He knew he should have sprung for something with a higher thread count. Oh well he thought. His free hand snaked under the covers and got to work finishing the work his dream started.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he went about his business, his hand pumping furiously beneath the covers. He bit his lip and grunted involuntarily as Tyra Banks bounced and jiggled in his mind.
“Harder! fuck me harder!” She screamed and bucked wildly, her hair plastered to her glistening forehead. “Oh god, oh god! I’m cu-” Kyle grunted again as his cock jerked, spilling his load on the sheets and all over his hand. He used the edge of his boxers to wipe off his hand as he breathed a contented sigh and tried to calm back down. He smiled and chuckled quietly as he steadied his breathing. When he finally collected his wits and tucked his soft cock back in his boxers, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, wiping his forehead. Something moved in the corner of his eye and his head jerked around to stare at the door, shut tight.
Heat must be getting to me he thought. He wiped his face with both hands and shook the cobwebs out of his head, sliding off the bed and making his way to the bathroom, praying it was empty.
Kyle was adopted when he was just a baby, but nobody had to tell him. Didn’t take a genius to figure it out. His mother and sister were both brunettes with porcelain skin and piercing green eyes, a sharp contrast to his golden blond locks and pale blue eyes. Yes sir, it was easy to tell he wasn’t like the rest of the family, even before you took into account the fact that he was six feet tall, standing a full six inches taller than either his sister or mother. He never met the father of the family, and never questioned it either. His friends had asked why he didn’t feel like finding out, and he never had a reason to give them. Secretly, however, he relished being the man of the house.
He was quiet and reserved, keeping his head down in class and preferring the relative solitude of his school’s cross country team after class. Nothing brought his spirits up like the sweet smell of the trail three miles out into Old Agoura Park. He imagined the gentle rustle of the mustard bushes to be an Olympic crowd, cheering him on as he rounded the track for the final stretch of the marathon. He delighted in the feeling of power he got on race days, passing the weaker runners with ease, puffing his chest out and concentrating on making it look easy.
The second he stepped off the trails, however, he was back to his meek and ineffectual ways. He’d never had much luck on the social scene. He was a senior in high school and his only friends were his sister Meirav and a couple of running buddies from the team, both named Mike. (For his own convenience, he reffered to them as Mike 1 and Fat Mike. Fat Mike wasn’t really fat, but the nickname stuck and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it now.) He didn’t consider himself unhappy, but there was always something missing at the end of the day.
He tapped lightly on the door of the bathroom. Happy to be answered by silence, he twisted the knob and walked in, a slight bounce in his step. Today was going to be different, he could feel it. He hummed a few bars of Bohemian Rhapsody and started the shower. The second the water hit his skin, he broke out into song and shuffled his feet to the tune. During a break in the intense air guitar solo, he swore he heard someone laughing – a quiet, high pitched titter – but it wasn’t important. He finished up the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and dripped his way back to his room. Yes sir, today was going to be different.
His humming turned to whistling as he closed his door and dropped his towel, taking a long look at himself in a full length mirror. he grinned and flexed a couple times, making all of the poses any professional body builder might. Unlike Arnold, however, he didn’t have the bulging pecs and biceps or the abs you could grate cheese on. He had the typical runner’s physique – lean but toned. He leaned into the light and clenched his abs, smiling as the tiny shadows made it look like he was cut. He cocked an eyebrow and really looked at himself in the mirror.
Wait a tic he stopped flexing for a moment and gave his reflection careful once-over. I don’t remember that muscle being there bef- “Ungh!” He cried out and fell to his knees, doubling over in pain and clenching his teeth. His skin felt like it was on fire but he shivered and shuddered. Waves of unbelievable pain washed over him and he cried out again, tossing his head back and tipping to rest on his haunches in front of the mirror. He opened an eye, gritting his teeth. The pain didn’t subside, but changed from a searing sensation to a dull throb.
As soon as his eye caught the mirror, his other shot open in disbelief. His skin rippled and shimmered with an eerie opalescence, shifting and stretching like some sort of sick funhouse mirror. Muscles bulged and subsided, each pulse of pain another monstrous cycle of growth and regression. The sight was too much – Kyle’s eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
“Kyle? Kyle? ohhh, please wake up, cummon!” He opened his eyes and glanced weakly up at the fuzzy brown blob hovering over him. A few seconds passed and he blinked as Meirav slowly crept into focus. “Kyle? Oh thank god yer alive. Jesus christ.”
Meirav’s face fell out of his field of vision as she fell back on the floor, rubbing her face and staring at the ceiling, her eyes ringed red with worry and fear. Kyle took a moment to take in his surroundings. His head rested comfortably in her lap, and everything in his room looked the way it was supposed to, but he couldn’t shake this feeling that it was a tad drafty.
“Oh shit” he muttered shakily, rolling over on his side, face away from Meirav, struggling to push himself up.
“No, don’t get up yet, I dont think yer sposed ta move that soon after ya faint!” Her voice was shakey, but at least she was starting to sound like herself again.
“N-naked. getout” was all he could manage.
“An letcha pass out and die? not on my watch! here.” She struggled briefly on the floor and finally managed to take off the oversized T-shirt she always wore over whatever else she decided to wear and tossed it over to him, draping it over his shoulder. He nodded and fumbled a bit, eventually pulling it over his head. It was a T-shirt she picked up at a Sia concert – a purple affair with crude crayon drawings on the front a small hole down on the left hand side by the hem she liked to use to hang keychains.
It failed miserably in the attempt to cover up his nudity, so he pulled it back over his head and draped it over his crotch. He winced as the fabric touched his cock. He couldn’t seem to remember being so sensitive before, but he also couldn’t remember the last time he passed out naked and woke up in front of his sister, so he didn’t worry about a little sensitivity.
“What happened?” He rolled back over on his back, his head once again resting in her lap. He looked up at his sister who was now sitting back up and looking rather pensive. “Rav, what happened?” He asked again, with as much force as he could muster. It wasn’t much, but it managed to make her wince and grin sheepishly.
“Ok, promise ya won’t get mad but I mighta done sumthin kinda bad maybe.” She bit her lip and tugged on a lock of hair resting on her shoulder, a nervous habit she’d had as long as anyone could remember.
“I promise, now what’dja do?” He looked at her as sternly as possible, but his eyebrows raised as a torrent of words burst forth.
“Ok, ok, wull, see ok, it’s like, ok so I was pokin around in mom’s closet ‘cuz I was lookin fer a, I dunno, doesn’t matter so I’m like, pokin around and I find this like, old book right? and it’s all cool and leathery and it’s got this funky binding and I’m thinkin way cool it’s like a heirloom or something, right? So I’m flipping through it annit turns out it’s like some kinda crazy fantasy book about like, spells and witches and neato stuff like that, total dungeons and dragons, right? So I’m like readin it an its got these total lists of like spells an things but it’s like, REAL spells I think so I saw one that I thought I’d kinda like an I mighta used it kinda a little!”
Kyle stared at her incredulously for a few seconds, half impressed that she could say so much in so little time, half depressed that his sister was such a spaz. Finally he spoke.
“What?” He mustered every bit of condescension he had and continued “This is why you need to get out more”
“No! Serious stuff! Scout’s honor it’s all totally true, look!” She grabbed an ornately bound book resting beside her on the floor. Kyle found it odd he hadn’t noticed it before but when you wake up naked next to your sister, you tend not to focus on books.
Meirav mouthed words as she scanned the pages, her eyes lighting up when she finally found what she was looking for. She beamed and flipped the book around, shoving it in Kyle’s face. He grimaced and pulled himself up, sitting cross legged on the floor and grabbin the book. His arms ached and the book felt twenty pounds heavier than it should have so he rested it in his lap, wincing again as it pressed against his penis. He read aloud.
“Spells and incantations, chapter three: love – oh come on, seriously? you expect me to believe this bullshit? You cast some love spell and I – HEY! wait a sec how come I havta pass out if you cast some spell about love, which is still total bullshit, but how come I, aw, really? Gross, Rav, really gross.” Meirav’s face fell and she tugged on her hair again. She pulled her knees up to her chest, pressing tightly against and drawing attention to a prodigious bustline. Kyle blinked rapidly Has she always had those? Guess this stupid shirt covers more than I thought. He shook his head and focused on the book in his lap. He couldn’t believe he might have just checked out his sister’s tits, but it had been such a crazy morning it didn’t phase him that much. He read on, mockingly.
“Let’s see here, chapter three subsection a: spells to repel unwanted suitors, subsection b: spells to attract wanted suitors.” He chuckled and took a moment to look back at his sister with a raised eyebrow. “You really believe this stuff? I mean, come on!” He looked back at the book and read aloud again with extra sarcasm “For the unsatisfied, a spell to make your lover grow! Sounds like a bad infomercial. Sheesh.” Meirav stopped tugging on her hair and stared at Kyle, her eyes boring holes in the back of his head.
“No, no, it uh, it it says ‘spell ta make yer love grow,’ not lover!”
“Nuh uh, look here.” He hoisted the book up off his lap and pointed to the page. “Right there, genius.” She gazed at the page, her blank stare turning into a worried and nervous grin.
“Then uh, I uh…I don’t uh, I don’t thinkits done!”
As if on cue, Kyle dropped the book and grimaced in pain again. The dull throb returned, localized in his crotch, and he tore away the ratty purple shirt, fearing an allergy. The shirt flew across the room and he heard his sister gasp. He looked down and took a moment to gasp himself. His cock started to throb and pulse with his heartbeat, growing and stretching before his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was getting a hardon at a time like this, but something was different. He reached full mast but his dick didn’t seem to realize it yet. Each throb found his cock rising higher and higher, the head eventually reaching up past his navel. In between the impossibly painful and throbs, his cock fattened, thick veins showing themselves along his ever-expanding length. He stared on in horror as the surreal become real.
Finally the pain subsided and Kyle sat on the floor of his room, cross-legged, naked and sporting an 11 inch long 7 inch in diameter tumescent totem pole in front of his sister. It swayed slightly in rhythm with his heartbeat and he slowly turned his head to look back at Meirav, sitting wide eyed and open mouthed, staring intently at the monstrous member rising triumphantly from his crotch.
“Rav! get tha fuck outta here! What the fuck!” He scrambled to cover himself, rolling back over on his side and waving her away. When he rolled over his massive rod made an audible thump as it smacked against the floor, leaving a thin trail of precum connecting the carpet and the glistening, swollen head.
“Jus lemme see it! cummon!” She scrambled over to him on all fours. He managed to catch her by a shoulder and held her at arm’s length, boggling at her behavior and the fevered look in her eye. She shrugged her shoulder and broke his grasp, lunging forward and tossing an arm under his reach and grabbing ahold of his pulsing tool. When she spoke again her words dripped with lust “Yer move, sailor!” Kyle grabbed ahold her arm angrily and clamped down, breaking her grasp and pushing her away.
“Jesus Christ! what the fuck is wrong with you? Get outta here! LEAVE!” he pointed at the door behind her and glared his meanest glare. The two stood locked in a vicious staring match before she finally relented and left in a huff, slamming the door behind her. Kyle breathed a brief sigh of relief before looking back down at the ridiculous looking cock between his legs. He couldn’t help but think of Meirav’s smooth white skin or her slender fingers struggling to wrap themselves around his newfound member. He shut his eyes and shook his head, angry and confused.
Dammit he thought. Today was supposed to be such a good day.
Sorry about the lag in posting. Moving on Sunday, things are a little hectic around here. Anywho, part one continues!
Meirav sighed and closed the door slowly on her way out. She blinked for the first time in a few minutes and took a look around, collecting her thoughts.
Ok, ok, calm down. Your mom’s a crazy witch and you used a magic book to change your adopted brother into a stud with a giant cock. Happens to everyone. Happens to everyone, don’t freak out. “Don’t freak out.” She didn’t realize she said the last few words aloud and made her way to her room. The morning’s events had her a little rattled – rightfully so – and she almost didn’t notice how hot her room was getting. It was right next to Kyle’s and shared the problem of an East facing window. She wiggled out of her bright orange clamdiggers and peeled off the matching halter top, tossing it on the bed.
She did quick turn and posed in front of her mirrored closet doors, doing her best to look like a model. Her neon green lace bra didn’t even come close to matching her black and pink panties, but she couldn’t imagine any guy turning her down once they saw her like this. She struck another pose, bringing an arm up and underneath her bust, letting her breasts rest on her forearm. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes, switching from model to pornstar in one fell swoop. The past year had been an interesting one for her figure. Her breasts took on a mind of their own and grew with reckless abandon, ignoring the fact that the rest of her body wasn’t catching up. She wore a D cup, but wondered if the day would come when even that wouldn’t be enough – already the dynamic duo threatened to burst free of their technicolor cages. Her hips, however, were more sluggish in their development, boasting modest curves at best. She did another spin and took a look at her ass. She smiled – it couldn’t compare with the front, but her backside was firm and well shaped. She looked at pictures of women like Vida Guerra and Kim Kardashian and cursed her genes for not blessing her with an ass to be proud of, but at least she never heard any complaints.
She wasn’t a virgin, but she might as well have been. Her first boyfriend had a problem with premature ejaculation and her second (and last) boyfriend wasn’t too well equipped. She sighed and slumped down on the floor, resting her back against her bed, still looking at the mirror as her mind drifted back to Kyle and his new friend. She ran her slender fingers across her stomach – already glistening with sweat in the furnace of her room – looking down and smiling absentmindedly at the circles and swirls they traced. She bit her lower lip softly and smiled, her thoughts still centering on the golden haired adonis on the other side of the wall.
Calling him an adonis would have been a stretch if it weren’t for the oddities earlier this morning – her other hand dug its fingers into her thigh remembering the way his body had changed, staying lean but gaining definition and practically oozing testosterone. He was always lanky and goofy, lacking in social grace but making up for it in emotional depth and sense of humor. Nobody else seemed to notice how amazing he was, but Meirav knew. She’d always looked up to him, but only recently came to terms with the way she felt, and only in the past week had she started to take an interest in his morning routine. She started waking up earlier than usual and setting up camp outside his door, turning the knob excruciatingly slow and opening it just a crack, just enough to give her a little slice of what she desired. Every morning seemed to start the same. A little tossing, a little turning and finally a sweaty, grunting jerk off. The first time she saw his morning rituals, she couldn’t get it out of her head. She practically soaked her chair during first period and ditched the rest of the day, opting instead to head home and take care of herself.
Her hand continued to delicately trace swirls on her stomach, working it way down her milky skin and dancing around the hem of her panties. She let out a soft sigh and tilted her head back, her fingers continuing to tease her aching pussy, softly tracing the outline of her lips. Just as her middle finger itself up the center but before it managed to reach the clit, her door burst open.
“Kyle!” She shrieked, her shrill voice betraying equal parts anger, panic and lust. Her legs jerked and clamped shut and an arm reflexively shot up to her chest. She couldn’t imagine what she was covering up considering her bra was still on but the arm was already there and she’d be damned if she was going to second guess her instincts. “Wh-whatsa big idea!? Dontcha knock!?” Kyle raised an eyebrow and hid a smirk, pausing a second to take in the situation before he came to his senses and remembered why he came barging in and why his pants still didn’t fit right.
“Look,” he tossed the book on the floor and pointed a finger down at her “I still don’t really know what you did, and I’m pretty sure in a couple minutes I’m gonna wake up and this is gonna be some horrible dream, but I can’t go to school like this!”
“Oh uh, don’t uh, don’t worry aboutit. I kinda, uh, called in sick fer us already.”
“Already? Rav, you just left my room and started – ” his face burned a deep crimson “Y’know! you couldn’ta done it already!”
“I kinda, maybe sorta didit before, y’know…stuff happened?” Her voice turned up at the end and she shrunk slightly, her fair skin showing the slightest rosey tinge. “Cuz I thought, uh, iffit worked, we might…uh…y’know…” Her last few words were almost a whisper, her previous sexual confidence laying in tatters on the floor. Just as she was wondering if he was ever going to stop pointing his finger at her, his arm dropped to his side and he took a deep breath, sinking to his knees with his eyes closed. When he finally spoke, he’d regained composure, putting Meirav at ease.
“Ok. I guess you’ve got a little more explaining to do, huh?”
“D’ya, erm, d’ya think I could coverup’re sumthin first?” Her face reddened further and her arm held fast, slightly covering her cleavage. Kyle gathered all of his quickly dwindling will and attempted to retain eye contact. He couldn’t help but sneak a quick peek at her breasts, rising and falling enticingly with her breath, an exceptionally faint line along the swell betraying past attempts at tanning and the most subtle of bumps hidden amongst the green lace remained as a reminder of her recent arousal.
“Oh, sure, take yer time! Put on a fuckin ball gown and make sure t’ get yer hair done ’cause you wanna look pretty – NO. Yer gonna sit there and squirm a bit. I gotta be uncomfortable, you gotta be uncomfortable.” He couldn’t tell if it was anger talking, or if some part of him just wanted to stare at her creamy skin a little longer, to let his eyes linger on her slender frame and considerable assets. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking about these things, but his brain had been a little muddled since he found himself ripped and hung.
And so they sat as the tale of her long running crush took shape. Kyle sat dumbfounded, shifting and wincing uncomfortably from time to time. When she had finished with the rough outline of her feelings to-date, a terse silence hung over the room and Kyle blinked rapidly before he finally spoke again. His tone was curious, though he tried his best to appear aloof.
“Ok, I get all that, but…why me, huh? I mean, uh I’m your brother! Thisis so many kindsa wrong, an-” He was cut off as Meirav half-shouted
“Y’never-” She stopped herself and lowered her voice “Y’never treated me like I was…weird.” She held up a finger and smiled weakly, cutting him off before he could correct her. “Ok, wull, y’never treated me like I was REALLY weird, ok? And uh, andja like ev’rything I like, andjer really cute and and CUMMON! It’s like, on ‘n’ on ‘n’ on! I just do, ok!? I’m in l-l…LOVE with ya, ok!? deal, ok!?” He listened to every word she had to say, but his eyes never left her chest. Her magnificent breasts swayed and jiggled as she shook with emotion, and he followed every single motion, hypnotized.
“Ok, ok, ok. Calm down. I just…gimme a lil time t’ get used t’ this, aright?” They sat in silence again, the tension palpable. His eyes finally dropped the floor and his words came quietly. “Thennnnn, I just gotta ask one more question…why, uhh…why’d the uh, the uh, the…the spell I guess, not do anything to uh, to mmmblbm” He mumbled the last word and continued to stare intently at the floor.
“To what?”
“mmmmblbm”
“Cuh-”
“My balls! ok!? my balls, my balls, my balls! They’re n-normal size, it looks ridiculous!” Meirav restrained a laugh and only half chuckled her response.
“Wh-what? No way, I dont believe it!” Kyle looked up at her skeptically, wise to her game.
“Nice try, Rav, butcha don’t get t’see it again. Trust me, ok? they’re the same size!”
“Nuh uh!” She shook her head and crossed her arms, her usual confidence slowly returning and a hint of the earlier sex appeal in her voice echoing in the background. Kyle let out a defeated sigh and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. She gasped and covered her mouth. The thick head of his cock stood up out of his shorts and a thick glob of precum glistened on his stomach. He paused and looked down.
“Yeah it, uh…it won’t go down, ok? That’s my next problem, I guess.” His hands continued their work and he blushed a deep red again as he unzipped his favorite khaki shorts and his swollen member swung free, sticking straight out and continuing to throb and pulse with his heartbeat. A thin strand of precum hung between his stomach and the head of his cock, breaking as he grabbed a hold of it and held it up slightly. “See?” He gestured to his ballsack and, though she’d only seen it through the steamy door of the shower, Meirav had to assume that his balls were exactly the same size as they’d always been.
“O, uh, ok. Wull, they definitely look normal I guess…Uhh…I dunno. I really dunno. Maybe…maybe they, erm” She fidgeted and bit her lip before continuing “maybe they jus needa lil…encouragement?” Her hand shot out and grabbed ahold of his balls before he could even mount a protest, deftly and gently massaging them. He would have been impressed with her skill if she were anyone else, but she wasn’t, so he spoke up.
“N-no! this isn’t right! you’re my SISTER!!.” She put her other hand up to his lips, crawling close to him as sexily as she could manage.
“Not by blood, now shuddup!” She tugged firmly on his sack, eliciting a gasp and a wince. She was in control and she definitely knew it. His eyes fluttered briefly but he managed to think about the whole situation as if it were a routine physical.
Yes sir he thought I’m just getting my usual physical, this is entirely normal. She’s just makin’ sure I’m nice ‘n’ healthy. He let out an involuntary groan as her hand went about its business. She moved closer still, the lace of her bra beginning to scratch at his chest. He couldn’t believe he was actually enjoying this, but crazier things had happened, like what happened next. After his involuntary groan, he let out an entirely voluntary one and leaned his head back, grimacing. The familiar dull ache returned to his balls and even before he heard Meirav gasp and giggle, he knew what was going on.
“There we go!” Her hands paused for a moment and her eyes sparkled as each testicle swelled to the size of a lime, the skin stretching accordingly and his new balls hung lower than before. Meirav delighted in the feeling of his flesh changing and expanding in her grasp and her free hand found its way back to her pussy, once again tracing the swollen lips through the fabric. “That better?” Instead of a reply, Kyle only nodded slowly, his eyes transfixed by her slender frame and, more importantly, the arm connecting that slender frame to his now quite large testicles.
“That’s what I thought.” She smiled and cocked an eyebrow, removing her hand from his balls and leaning in slowly. Her breathing was shallow and nervous as she inched nearer and nearer to Kyle’s lips. Her eyes closed slowly, her eyelids still flitting nervously. Her lips touched his tentatively, little more than a scared peck. Kyle tried to say something and shook his head weakly, but nothing came out. “Shhh” she stopped his silent argument and leaned in with gusto, pressing her lips to his sweetly. The months and years of pent up emotions finally burst and the kiss became more than a simple lip-lock. Her hands found their way up to his arms, grabbing ahold of him and squeezing tight. Her lips parted, tongue flicking playfully at his mouth. She finally broke the kiss after her lips had their fill, letting them linger an inch away from his for a few moments before pulling back and gauging his reaction.
Kyle’s eyes remained shut for a few long seconds and another bead of precum appeared on the tip of his rock hard cock. Meirav giggled softly and ran a finger over the sensitive tip, gathering the thick fluid and sticking her finger into her mouth, her eyes fixed on his as they opened. She savored the flavor and let her finger linger in her mouth, putting on a show.
“So whattya think? upfer a lil more?”
Kyle stared on in silence, his gaze glassy and distant. His cock jerked once, still sticking out like a flagpole.
“I guess thatsa ya, huh?” Meirav giggled and traced a finger down her chest between the cleft of her breasts, tugging plaufully on the neon bra. Her chest bounced accordingly, and Kyle’s distant stare traveled downward. Meirav’s lips twisted into a sultry smirk as her hand slowly traced the contour of her bosom. She relished his gaze, loving every second she spent in the spotlight of his eyes and she used every second as best she could. Her brilliant green eyes remained fixed on his as her hand went about its work teasing Kyle.
A little tug here, a slight squeeze there, and a delicate and sensual swirl around the nipple to finish it off. When she felt he’d had enough and deserved a little reward, her arms bent behind her back and her smile widened. She slowly undid the clasps and brought her hands up to the front, shrugging the straps off her shoulders but clutching the fabric tight to her chest, stretching every unbearable moment to its limit.
Kyle would always remember the sight of her thin fingers supporting the cups of her bra as she stared lustily back at him, smiling her unbelievable smile. She finally let the garish lace bra fall to the floor, exposing her milky white breasts. Her small brown nipples stood at attention, rigid with anticipation. The haze lifted from kyle’s mind and he regained control of his body as it knelt in front of Meirav with a giant, throbbing hard-on. It was a lot of information to process at once, so he quit. All his life he’d spent too much time analyzing and trying to understand every situation and he was tired of it. Without a word, he moved closer to the topless beauty in front of him and wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling himself in tight for another kiss.
He didn’t so much kiss her as he did attack her, his lips pressing so hard against hers it started to hurt. He hands moved down her back, grabbing ahold of her ass, digging his fingers into her soft skin. His rigid cock thrust between her legs, rubbing against her soaking panties. Her hips swayed slightly, grinding on his turgid member. Kyle broke the kiss but kept close, resting his forehead against hers.
Their breathing was deep and thick with passion. Sweat glistened on his chest as the temperature in the room hit its peak. His scent – a mixture of body wash and sweat – intoxicated Meirav. Her eyes were wild as she continued to grind her soaking pussy on the rock hard pole resting between her thighs.
“Lay down.” His words were quiet, but dripped with urgent lust. Without a moment’s hesitation Meirav lowered her back to the floor, letting a hand slide over his shining, rippling chest until it was out of reach. Kyle looked over his prize as she lay on the ground, panting softly with excitement and anticipation. A thin sheen of sweat shimmered over her porcelain skin and she ran her fingers through her hair, staring back at Kyle over her chest as it rose and fell.
Kyle leaned forward, resting on his hands and knees and slowly worked his way up her body, planting delicate but hungry kisses first on her thighs and slowly working his way up. His mouth lingered at her pussy, kissing lightly all around the swollen outline of her lips. He looked back up at Meirav and gave her a twisted, animal grin. Without further hesitation, he grabbed at the hem of her panties and swiftly tore away the thin fabric. Pink lace tore under his powerful grip and he tossed the ruined garment to the side.
He took a quick moment to admire her bounty, pleased with what he found. A small, neatly trimmed triangle of soft brown hair adorned her pussy, glistening with excited juices as it was.
Meirav looked eagerly up at Kyle as he surveyed what was now his domain. Suddenly self-conscious, she cursed herself for not opting for a clean shaven pussy and blushed a soft rose color. Her fears were allayed as he kept his twisted grin and plunged swiftly back between her legs. She ran a delicate hand over her taught stomach and the other through his hair. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, moaning quietly and giving herself fully to the moment.
Kyle dived tongue first into her sweet-smelling sex, forgoing the temptation to tease her further and instead plumbing her depths with his tongue. He relished the tangy, sweet taste and ran his strong hands along her soft thighs as he worked. He explored every inch of her insides his tongue would allow before pulling back and running it tenderly up her slit. He smiled as he found her swollen clit, flicking his tongue gently and swiftly over it. One of his hands halted its journey along her thigh to take the place of his tongue, delicately tracing a line up and down her hot slit before plunging the middle and ring fingers in.
He was so focused on his work that he almost didn’t hear her moans as they rose in volume and frequency, her large breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. He pulled his head away from her dripping pussy and positioned himself beside her, his fingers still completely buried inside her. His free hand grabbed ahold of a breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between two fingers as he moved the hand in her pussy roughly up in down. Her previously quiet moans became louder and louder until her back arched and her moans became wild shouts.
He pulled his fingers free and rubbed them swiftly over her clit. he smiled in satisfaction as her entire body convulsed and a fountain of orgasmic juices issued forth. He didn’t give her any time to recover before he once again took up residence between her legs, the tip of his massive cock resting against her sopping cunt.
“Yes, yes!” Her words came between gasps and moans as she continued to shake, lost in the grip of ecstasy, but her eyes told the rest of the story. Once again the shining emeralds in her eyes stared back at him, asking, nay, begging him to bury himself inside her and he was all too happy to oblige.
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