Thinking Alike

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I decided now it was time to give her the hard, deep fucking she had asked for. Without any warning, I thrust hard into her and began to fuck her pussy hard, deep, and fast, holding onto her hips tightly with my hands. With each of my deep thrusts, there was a ripple through the muscles of her buttocks as she braced her thighs, so there was no lost motion between my cock and her pussy.

Her pussy was so wet, and my cock so hard, that with each stroke, it was coming right out of her, and as I drove it back inside, it found its mark and went straight back in, relentlessly pounding her pussy, giving it no quarter.

“Is this…, the way…, you wanted it?” I said.

“Yes!” she answered.

“Am I teaching…, your pussy…, a lesson…, it won’t be forgotten?”

“Yes!”

“Is it ever…, going…, to do it again?”

“Yes!!”

I ramped up my thrusting as hard and deep as I possibly could, and Irene lifted her head and said, “That’s so good! That’s heaven!
That’s gorgeous!!”

I kept up the hard thrusting, and she bowed her head and said, “Fuck! …, ffuck! …, Fffuckkk!!!”

Irene was a girl who didn’t swear much in ordinary conversation, but it seemed that sex brought out the gutter-mouth in her. “Is that an order?” I said through gritted teeth.

With strain in her voice, she said, “Any…, way …, you want to take it!” Then, she said, “I’m …, going to,…, come! I can’t hold it!”

I kept up my hard thrusting, and Irene clenched her fists on the couch and arched her back, bowing her head and saying, “OH, sweet Jesus, that’s good!” Then, she arched her back, and three spasms went through her body; twice, she made a gasping noise in her throat; then, with the third spasm, she made a noise that was almost a scream.

She relaxed a little, and with what I had just seen and the sweet sensations of her pussy on my hard cock, I felt a tingling in the back of my throat that sometimes came when I was coming close to an orgasm. It didn’t always happen, but when it did, I knew it would be good. I kept on my thrusting, a little slower now that Irene had come, but it felt so good I didn’t want to change anything, and that feeling of pleasure exploded in me at the base of my cock, and for the second time in my life, I came inside my sister’s exquisite pussy.

The first spurt was blown back powerfully as I drove my cock in behind it. The second spurt came, and then as the spasms of pleasure took away my complete control of myself, I began a series of short, quick thrusts, spurting three or four more times, each spurt accompanied by a wave of pure pleasure, as Irene’s hungry pussy seemed to milk me of my seed.

After my orgasm, I relaxed a little, and with my cock still half-hard, I stroked it back and forth a few times inside Irene’s pussy. It was sensitive in a different way now that I had come, but it still felt great. Then, I withdrew and sat back on the couch, letting out a gasping sigh. Irene’s pussy was a mess, the inner lips a swollen, purplish pink color, with come, the come that I had just taken such pleasure in putting there, oozing out, and pooling in the upturned hood of her clitoris, then running down to join the come that was already matted in her pubic hair. I leaned forward and kissed her left buttock, tasting the thin film of sweat, and then I sat back again.

Irene turned around to face me and kneeled on the couch. She knew sitting down wasn’t a good idea and leaned forward for a kiss. I kissed her mouth gently and lovingly, and her kiss was like a sweet, light dessert after a solid main course.

Irene looked me in the eyes and said, “How on earth could you know how to fuck like that? Last night was your first time.”

“Instinct, I guess,” I answered truthfully. It was the best answer I could give.