I Started It

I started it. I was the one who climbed into his bed and straddled him. I took his shaft in a trembling hand and guided it to my dripping pussy. I held it there as I settled myself over him, moaning, then whining as the fat head stretched me more and impossibly more, past desire and into fear. I thought I would tear myself on him, but I couldn’t stop. When the head of his cock suddenly popped into me, I shrieked with a sound I didn’t know I could make. My body tried to expel the immense thing impinging on it, but I was mad with lust, singularly determined. I shuddered and made my weight settle. 

He was too big. Too big. Still I sank onto him, took him inside me. Agonizingly slowly, his meat forced my inner walls wide around it as I gasped for breath.

A little more than half way, I stopped. Needy and wet as I was, I was too tight around him. I couldn’t sink myself down any more. Maybe I couldn’t take any more anyway. I started it, but I didn’t think I could finish it.

Then my brother’s hands moved from caressing my butt to my hips, and his gentle, firm grip began to pull me down. I knew, in that instant he was going to take me the rest of the way. My legs tensed and tried to push up, to raise myself up and off him, but I couldn’t overcome his strength. I had started it, but he was going to finish it, and now that it was too late, I gave myself permission to fight, to pretend I didn’t want it. We both knew it changed nothing as I tried to rise, and he forced me to sink, impaling me ever more completely. I fought desperately, but wanted, needed to lose.

I knew I couldn’t take any more, but he wasn’t stopping at my limit. My first orgasm struck with the certainty I was going to take it all, every inch. My inner muscles tried to squeeze unyielding flesh, mingling the unbelievable pleasure with the discomfort of being too full. As my sounds got stranger and more hysterical, I knew I was going to get everything I had come for and more. He was going to finish what I started – what I’d wanted, needed for so long. Together we would force all of him into me, and I’d be his, and he’d be mine. 

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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