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Birthday Suprise	By : shadowgohan Category: Individual Celebrities > Milla Jovovich Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Though based on real people the characters are works of the authors imagination.

Chapter List
- 1-Birthday Suprise
- 1
Birthday Surprise
By Dark Inferno
The stall was thick with steam. Fat beads of condensation were rolling down the white porcelain tiles and fogged glass door. Tipping her head back into the spray, Milla Jovovich uttered a low throaty moan as the scalding water pelted her naked body, cascading over her face and down her sodden hair, washing the stresses of the day away, along with any remaining salt, sand and shampoo suds, and leaving her feeling freshly rejuvenated. After a long day posing for cameras, listening to photographers and directors scream at each other like toddlers contesting for their favourite toy, there was nothing more relaxing than a scalding hot shower.
It just hadn’t been her day. While few, knowledgeable, individuals would ever describe the life of a model and actress as easy, even by those standards, given her progressively tight schedule and life’s seemingly endless conspiracy to fuck up each of her carefully laid plans, her day had been particularly taxing.
Even from the outset, nothing seemed to go to plan. Her alarm clock had broken sometime in the night and she had overslept by more than half an hour. To make matters worse, the combination of morning rush hour and a minor accident had left her stranded in traffic down Route 405 for more than an hour after she was supposed to meet up with her agent for a late breakfast. Then there had been that debacle of a photo-shoot.
It should have been so simple, so easy. Just one shoot, little more than a day’s work modelling a series of new fashion lines for a European Brand clothing store that would be opening on Montana Ave sometime in the summer. There had just been one problem, the French photographer commissioned for the shoot considered himself to be a born again Guy Bourdin, but only bore a striking resemblance to a toad, and had insisted on having the lighting and mood of every shot to be exact to his vision. Yet there just were not enough hours in the day, or positions of the sun, and in the end, an afternoon’s shoot had to be spread over three days. Today had been the last, an easy two- hours posing on a rock rising out of the surf. However, it seemed Pier had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and before she had even had a chance to change into the first of her dresses, he was screaming that this was wrong or that was out of place. By the end, chewing her bottom lip was all she could do to keep from telling him just where he could stick his precious vision.
Despite the heat of the shower, Milla shuddered at the memory. She’d so desperately wanted to leave, to quit and go on with her day the way she’d been planning it for weeks, to go out to Griffith Observatory with Marco and their father for lunch before taking them on an expensive shopping trip down La Brea Avenue, after all it wasn’t everyday her little half-brother turned 16. Yet the restrictions in her contract forced her to finish the job, regardless of her prior engagements or that slimy toad’s attitude problems, and now it was up to her to make it up to Marco.
Reluctantly, she hit the button to shut off the water before throwing open the glass door. Wet and dripping, she let the little rivulets of water run off her lithe body before stepping out from beneath the dripping shower head and onto the fluffy white bath mat that encircled the stall. Courtesy of the shower, her spacious ensuite was warm and misty, but with the tiniest chill from the single open window. Her skin prickling at the delicious contrast, she took a towel off the heated towel rail and patted herself down. Vigorously towelling her hair with one hand, she opened the door to her connecting master bedroom and sauntered inside.
Spacious and airy, she’d had its walls painted a passionate shade of crimson shortly after purchasing the property and furnished it with fittings of deep oak. The curtains were drawn, but shafts of deep red light filtered through nonetheless to flood the room with natural illumination as the sun sunk beneath the distant horizon. Yet it was the south-facing windows and outer balcony offering splendid views overlooking Beverly Hills that made this her favourite room in the house.
She had already selected her clothes for tonight from the walk-in-wardrobe and neatly laid them out across the Queen-size bed’s black Egyptian cotton sheets. Forgoing underwear, she dropped the towel unceremoniously onto the floor, then tugged the black skinny jeans up her long, willowy legs and over her curvy buttocks. The garment fit like a second skin and deftly buttoning the denim leggings, she then pulled a powder blue long-sleeved babydoll-style top over her head, unintentionally putting her perky breasts on full display as the cotton moulded to her damp skin. Fully dressed, she crossed the bedroom in seven quick strides to her dressing table where a variety of jewellery boxes, perfumes, brushes, creams and other such beauty utensils were arrayed across the top. Considering her reflection in the oval vanity mirror, she took a hairbrush in hand and began brushing the tangles from her hair, hissing and cursing under her breath each time a stubborn knot had to be dragged apart, until it framed her face and fell down past her shoulders in a wash of dark mahogany curls.
Utterly engrossed in her grooming, she never noticed the figure coming up behind her, just out of sight of the morror, and almost jumped out of her skin in fright when a pair of strong arms suddenly coiled around her waist and drew her backward. Without thinking, she made to lash out and break free of her captor, but then went limp in his arms as thin lips began kissing the sensitive place on the back of her neck, just beneath her left ear, making her knees weak and drawing a low moan from her. Only two men knew about that little spot…
“You look beautiful tonight.” Paul whispered against her throat, sending delicious shivers down her spine as his fingers slipped beneath the waistline of her top to tickle her flat stomach. Damn him, how did he always know just how to touch her?
“Mmm…thanks, but I really need to go-oohhh…I’m already running late and Marco’s party is-ohhh god…” Worlds failed her he began laying fiery little nips and kisses along the curve of her neck before ravenously gnawing on the sensitised tendons. He hadn’t shaved today, she noted, her toes curling as at the feel of his stubble roughened chin brushing against her softer skin.
Paul William Scott Anderson had been her boyfriend for the better part of three years. They’d met while filming ‘Resident Evil’ and had instantly hit it off. Though she couldn’t explain it, there was just something about his geeky sense of humour and Newcastle accent that she found enthralling. Seized by the passion of the moment, she dropped the brush and swivelled in his arms to catch his lips in a hungry kiss while tangling her fingers in his dark mop of hair.
The embrace was instantly hot and heavy. Taking the offensive, Milla eagerly curled a long leg around his thigh while tracing her tongue across his thin lips, demanding entry. Groaning a low sound, he acquiesced while hands moved down to paw her rump through the tight denim. Though tall and lanky, he was uncommonly strong and she couldn’t help uttering her own low moan as he drew her closer, allowing her to feel the weight of his desire pressing against her. Then their tongues met in a fierce dance, their teeth gnashing violently as they battled for dominance, manoeuvring blindly back towards the bed.
Almost knocking her heel on the queen size’s heavy oaken frame, she trailed her fingers down his neck to press against his upper torso before pivoting, breaking the embrace to send him tumbling to the bed. Smirking at his stupefied expression, she bent over his prone figure and kissed him again, but it was only a chaste, teasing touch and she drew back before he could develop it into something more. As reality caught up to him, Paul’s eyes narrowed and he shot her an insidious look that she met with a sly, but apologetic smile. He’s so cute when he pouts.
“Sorry tiger, but I have to go. Its Marco’s party tonight and I’m already late.” Taking advantage of his distraction, she began edging backward until within an arm’s reach of the door. “Wait up for me and I promise, when I get home, we can pick up where we left off. Until then, here’s a little preview…” With a playful smile, she grabbed the hem of her top and dragged it up over her breasts, flashing him a provocative view of her cleavage before retreating out of the room.
Pushing the garment back into place, she almost ran down the house’s spiralling staircase into the airy foyer. Slipping on a designer pair of brown leather boots and the matching jacket, she grabbed her keys off the oak side table and the plastic shopping bag beside it containing Marco’s presents, before opening the ebony front door and stepping out into the cool evening air. The sky was a dwindling tapestry of pink and orange beneath a sinking sea of violet, the sun long hidden behind the western horizon and the City of Los Angeles nothing but a ghostly silhouette; still slumbering in that twilight purgatory dividing night from day. In her wake, The heavy door slid shut with a booming bang.
Bathed in the golden glow of the hanging iron lamp, she walked past the four huge columns of pale alabaster stone that supported the upper balcony, and down the porch’s three wide steps. Sleek and polished to a high shine, her black, luxury ride, Lexus RX 350 was parked in the centre of the ringed driveway. Clicking the key to unlock the vehicle before pocketing the fob, she climbed into the driver’s seat and carefully placed the shopping bag on the passenger seat then dragged the door shut.
Strapping on her seat belt, she activated the ignition, the V-6 engine bellowing to life with a deep rumble that had the seat vibrating deliciously beneath her. Slipping it into drive and taking off the hand brake, Milla gave the accelerator an invigorating nudge that sent the SUZ surging forward. The sudden acceleration pressed her back into her seat and she drove round the driveway, through the gates that marked the end of her 1.2 acre property, and, without looking, turned onto the solitary stretch of road beyond. There were few streetlights and, with the failing daylight, sensors automatically activated the Lexus’s headlights as she sped round the snaking turns before catching sight of distant cars speeding across the approaching intersection and tapping the brake. Feeling the reassuring jerk of the brakes pushing her forward as the car slowed, she avidly observed dwindling convoy of cars speeding past, only to floor it when she saw an opening, her heart leaping excitedly as she took the left turn at more than 60KMPH and fell in behind a metallic blue BMW Z3.
Easing off the accelerator, she relaxed back into the supple leather of the driver’s seat and switched the radio settings over to CD, flooding the Lexus with the jaunty vocals of Electric Light Orchestra’s Mr. Blue Sky; content for the moment to let the surrounding traffic set the pace. Lavish white fronted homes with large gardens and double garages sped by as a blur on either side of the busy suburban thoroughfare. With the traffic moving so smoothly, she made good time, but it was still long after night’s clock had fully descended that she glimpsed road signs informing her she was approaching Sherman Oaks. Just as she was approaching the intersection, however, the lights hanging overhead suddenly switched from green, to amber to red. Spotting the ominous crimson glow almost too late, she slammed on the brakes, sparking the awful squeal of tires, before coming to an abrupt stop that almost pitched her through the window. Saved only by the tight embrace of her seatbelt, she let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding violently, and collapsed back into the driver seat. Overhead, the light turned back to green. “Typical.”
Following the signs’ directions, she turned left at the lights, leaving the main road and the majority of the traffic, down a long boulevard teeming with clusters of convenience stores and a dozen or so minor residential streets, lined with modest two-storey homes, branching off from it on either side. Counting each one off, she swerved down the eighth to find the street chock-a-block with parked cars. Though her father’s house was more than halfway down the stretch, the sheer number of cars parked along it forced her to pull over beside by the dark silhouette of a broken street light standing along the curve of the cul-de-sac that ended the road. Turning off the ignition, she undid her seat belt, opened the door, and clambered out into the night, a shiver running down her spine as her hair began fluttering in the wind. Despite it being mid-march, there was still a trace of winter’s bite in the air and she drew the jacket close before retrieving Marco’s present from the passenger side. Reaching into her jacket pocket and locking the SUZ with a click of the fob, she started down the left-hand sidewalk, past four near identical modest yet homely properties, and up the tarmaced driveway.
Even from the other end of the street, her father’s house was easy to spot due to the half a dozen cars parked across its garden, the colourful banner draped from the roof proclaiming ‘Happy Birthday Marco’, and the party music booming from the open windows and door. As she walked up the path, a cluster of four youths was gathered on the front doorstep, avidly conversing amongst themselves until one with flaming ginger hair styled in a Mohawk spotted her approaching. With the slightest nod of his head, the group all fell silent and whirled around to confront her. By their sheepish expressions, she could tell they were up to no good but chose not to say anything and upon realising she was not one of their parents, they shifted a step to let her pass. Taking care not to look any of them in the eye, Milla carried on without a second’s pause. As she crossed the threshold, she suddenly felt the heat of their lecherous leers upon her back and a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold crawled up her spine.
Inside, she found a scene straight out of an American Pie comedy. Music was blaring from a Jukebox that had been set up on the living room coffee table. An aluminium keg dispensing something that looked suspiciously like beer had been set up in the kitchen amidst a buffet of various party foods on disposable paper plates. And everywhere there were teenagers, either commingling in gangs of three or five, or else gyrating mindlessly against one another to whatever musical abomination happened to be playing over the Hi-Fi. The only thing missing was Sean William Scot shouting profanity.
With her ears ringing at the raucous bombardment, Milla slipped into the mass of writhing hormones and weaved through the crowd. It had been several years since she last visited her father’s house, but she found it had hardly changed and remained much the way she remembered it from when she was a girl. The same laminate wood flooring and pale beige walls adorned with hanging family photos. The sturdy box-television and veneer cabinet, now encircled by a mass of presents. The old grey four-seater settee against the opposite wall, the one she’d once almost broken by using it as a trampoline, presently a makeshift bed for amorous young couples engrossed in heated games of tonsil hockey. Her father’s faded chocolate leather Barcalounger in the far corner beside his antique, and securely locked, liquor cabinet, forgotten and almost completely buried beneath a mound of coats. Yet there was no sign of Marco.
Trying to ignore the heads twisting in her direction, with all the subtlety of an air-raid siren, as she passed and depositing the bag amongst the other gifts, before turning on her heel and deciding to check the kitchen. She kept to the outskirts of the writhing horde, her eyes darting amongst the dozens of revellers, eyeing their curious body art, hairstyles and attire curiously. Was this what kids were into these days? When had she grown so old that the younger generation became an alien concept, their thoughts and passions well beyond her powers her powers of comprehension? Then again, were they really so strange. When she thought back to her own rebellious stage, she could recall baggy clothes, raiding shopping centres armed with spray paint, losing her virginity behind a cinema and even occasionally snorting coke in clubs, phases that had come and gone as quickly as David Beckham’s haircuts. Was this merely how modern youths rebelled against authority? What’s more, were they all Marco’s friends? He rarely talked about his friends, but then she had not been able to keep in touch as often as she would have liked and they had begun slowly drifting apart.
When she found Marco, would he still be that geeky, awkward teenage, or resemble the ill-fated love child of a central African tribesman and a 70’s punk rocker…
Slipping through the already open sliding doors to the large adjoining dining room, then moving through to the kitchen, she cast a quick look around but still saw no sign of Marco. Biting back a curse, she threw a glance across the room to the patio door that looked out over the back garden, but saw that it was inky black, so instead made for the refreshments spread across the kitchen counters. It was your typical Teenage guilty-binge selection; a ring of Pizza boxes glistening with Cheese and toppings, BBQ Chicken wings, crisps, scotch eggs, biscuits and sausage rolls. The sight enticed a deep rumble from her stomach. Giving the food a guilty look, her mouth watering and suddenly very aware she hadn’t had any dinner, Milla couldn’t resist. Helping herself to a large slice of pepperoni Pizza, she took a bite then turned around to find a tall, broad shouldered youth with short raven-black hair and pale blue eyes towering over her.
“Hey, you’re Milla right? Milla Jovovich, Marco’s older sister?” He grinned, showing her a mouth of pearly whites. “Remember me?”
It was quitter in the kitchen, but even so it was a struggle to hear him over the roar of music. Slightly taken aback, Milla took a reflexive step back before giving him a once over while chewing her pizza. He was certainly comely, in a smouldering, clean-shaven, square-jawed way and there was something vaguely familiar about him, but his name lingered on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach.
“It’s Daniel, Daniel Cornwell. Remember, you use to babysitter Marco and me every Saturday.”
His words struck her like a lightning bolt and Milla had to resist the impulse to spit her food across the floor. Forcibly, she swallowed the mouthful. “What! No, you can’t be…not little Danny.” She thought her jaw must have dropped and her eyes glanced towards one of Marco’s old school year photos that had been hung up on the kitchen wall, studying the dark haired sprite that’d tormented her mercilessly every weekend. He may have grown taller, but there was no mistaking that impish grin. “Jesus Christ, you grew up.”
Daniel’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Yeah…well I haven’t needed a babysitter for quite a while now.”
“So I see…” she almost purred, unable to resist noticing how his thin cotton polo-top stretched across his chiselled torso. Dropping the partially devoured pizza slice back into the box, she helped herself to one of the bottles of mineral water, unscrewed the lid and took a long swig to wash the dry bread down. “So what are you doing with yourself now? Are you enjoying high school? Last time I saw you, you were going to become the next Batman. You even ran around wearing your Mother’s tights on your head for a cowl and cape.”
Daniel’s grin never faltered. Without waiting for her to finish with it, he took the bottled water from her and took a drink from it himself before doing the lid up and placing it back on the counter. A single drop of water rolled down his chin but he brushed it away casually. “Those days are long gone I’m afraid. Actually, I’ve dropped out to enlist in the Army; I just got the results for my ASVAB and am due to ship out for possessing next week.”
“Really?” The notion of it made her want to laugh. Daniel Cornwell had been Marco’s best friend since preschool. Yet despite their friendship, they were as different as Gold and Onyx; Marco was wiry, pale, and utterly beyond reproach while Danny was been broad, dark, sly and as prone to mischief as a chimpanzee. Any time Marco had gotten into trouble it was always a sure thing that little Danny Cornwell would be at the root of it. It was difficult to imagine a soldier’s life appealing to the boy she’d known. “Well… congratulations. Just don’t forget to take the safety off before you fire, and make sure to pack your toothbrush.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that. I’m actually hoping to join the engineers. So hopefully the only guns I’ll be firing will be artillery pieces. Oh congratulations, by the way, on your blossoming carrier; I’ve seen all your movies. Marco tells me you’re doing very well -”
“So this is the famous sister we’ve all heard so much about.” An unfamiliar, or at least to Milla anyway, voice interrupted, cutting Daniel off and causing them both to turn towards the living room to find a four youths blocking the kitchen door. They were all grinning wickedly as the one on the far left took an extra step forward. Recognising his flaming Mohawk, Milla realised they were the boys who she’d seen standing on the doorstep. “Well come on Daniel, Introduce us. Or are you afraid she’ll prefer our company to yours?”
His smile final faltering, Daniel flashed a nervous glance towards her but before she could ask what was wrong, he stepped forward and extended a gesturing hand towards the boy with the Mohawk. “Milla, this is Sean.” Despite his broad grin and runner’s build, Milla couldn’t help thinking that his beady eyes, flaming red hair and stubby nose gave Sean the face of a weasel. Oblivious to her thoughts, Daniel was already gesturing to the redhead’s fellows. “Eric,” he pointed towards a round faced, pockmarked boy with listless brown hair, skin the colour of curdled milk, and dull green eyes; standing at least a foot shorter than the rest. “Charlie;” a lean figured male who appeared older than his years due to shoulder length, silver-blonde hair, stubble roughened chin, and piercing grey eyes. “And this imposing brute is Victor,” a broad, heavily muscled bruiser that dwarfed anyone in his shadow, who must have spent five hours a day in the gym and gone to hair dressers once a week to have his hair shaved off as smooth as rock. Together they made an imposing, yet comical band of misfits. “They were in mine and Marco’s class at school.”
Daniel waved his hand back towards her. “Gentleman, this is Marco’s half-sister Milla Jovovich.”
Their grins grew, spreading almost ear to ear, sending an icy chill up her spine. Forcing a friendly smile, Milla raised a hand as if to wave; “Hi.” None of them made any move to respond, and instead they just watched her, their eyes gleaming with predatory delight. Her smile faded. “I don’t suppose any of you have seen Marco have you? I missed him earlier, and as I knew he was having this party tonight I-I dropped in to say happy birthday; but I can’t find him…”
At her question, Charlee could barely contain his sniggers and gestured back over his shoulder towards the stair in the foyer. “Yeah,” he added with a sly smile, “he went up to his room about ten-minutes ago.”
“Thanks,” nodding in gratitude, she twisted back to Daniel and gave him a genuine smile. “It was good to see you again Danny.” Leaning up on tiptoes, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before spinning on her heel, darting between the Victor and Eric, walking briskly down the hall and narrowly avoiding barrelling into a startled boy carrying two cups of beer in each hand; then bolting up the sweeping stairs, taking the shallow steps three at a time.
Despite the hive of activity and commotion below, the house’s second floor hallway was utterly deserted. Turning left at the top of the stair, the soft carpet underfoot and the deep thunder of the party below muffling her steps, she followed the passage passed the shut door of her old room and the two after it further on, until she came her brother’s bedroom. The door was shut tight. Raising a hand, the two unshaded bulbs hanging overhead giving it a dual shadow across the wall and floor, she was about to knock when a wicked idea struck her and she reached out to try the handle. Finding it unlocked, she bit her lower lip and prayed the old squeak was gone before giving it a firm nudge.
The door slid open without a sound.
A sly smile playing across her lips, she sunk to her knees and peered into the darkened interior. Her smile spread from ear to ear as eyes adjusted to the gloom.
Even with the curtains drawn, she could see the room was much the same as she remembered it; movie posters upon the walls, the desk strewn with piles of graphic novels and textbooks, and a warped entertainment centre about ready to collapse beneath the sheer weight of DVDs and Games. It was the typical lair of an adolescent male. At the back of the room, Marco was lying upon his single divan bed, lean and lanky as ever, and utterly naked with his head reclining back in the mound of pillows so that his floppy mop of chestnut hair fell across his eyes. He was cradling something in his left hand, it appeared to be a square of glossy paper but it was too dark for her to discern clearly, but he was clearly fixated upon it. His lips were parted and, despite the now slightly smothered music from the party going on blow their feet, she could hear him uttering low, barely audible, pants while his right hand was feverously stroking the length of his fully engorged manhood.
The sight awoke a fire in her core; a delicious shiver tingled down her spine and she could feel desire’s liquid heat running molten through her veins as her eyes dank in the splendour of his rampant masculinity. Though this certainly wasn’t the first time she’d seen him naked, the fact that she had caught him masturbating added an additional element of spice that had her own hand slipping beneath the waistline of her jeans entirely of its own accord and it took all her willpower to resist the impulse. It certainly wouldn’t do for her to be caught in such a compromising condition.
Her heart quickening, she watched, enthralled, as his hand rose up and down the length of his arousal, its mushroom shaped crown glistening with precum while the ropy veins bulged along his shaft. His hand was almost a blur, roughly squeezing and pumping the engorged flesh from base to tip with such fierce passion she was amazed it hadn’t already burst beneath his attentions. He must have been in a hurry, perhaps hoping to reach his peak and be back at the party before his presence was missed.
“Ughhh…so tight…” he grunted out, his breathing growing laboured as he drew near his peak. “Ohhh-fffuck…Milla!”
Caught off guard by the strangled cry, her eyes darted up towards his gaze but saw that his attention was avidly fixed upon the glossy article clutched in his palm. Suddenly suspicious, she tried to peer at it more closely. Unfortunately, she was in the wrong position to see it clearly but as she peered at it, discerning details that would have otherwise been easy to miss, she realised it was an old photo of her. The realisation sent a hot shiver down her sine and she grinned wickedly. The little weasel was jerking off to a picture of her. Well, she’d have to put a stop to that…
Rising to her feet, she took a deep calming breath before boldly throwing open the door and stepping inside, flicking the light switch as she did.
“Well…well…well…what have we here?” Blindingly bright light flooded the room, startling Marco out of his fantasy as much as her sudden declaration.
Bolting upright, Marco immediately seized one of the pillows to cover himself. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. Upon seeing it was Milla who’d discovered him he relaxed slightly, but couldn’t meet her gaze as his normally pale complexion turned a lived shade of pink. He was panting slightly. “Milla…what are you…no…how did you…I…I swear…this...this isn’t what it looks like…”
How Original. “Oh? Isn’t it?” She asked coyly, her smile turning playful as she cocked her head to the side and fixed him with a pondering stare. Then, with all the predatory grace of a lioness stalking a mouse, she shut the door and advanced towards the bed before snatching the photo from his grasp. Panicking, he tried to grab it back but the motion proved too difficult while still pressing the pillow to his person and instead he almost toppled to the floor while she raised the snapshot to look at it more closely.
It was indeed an old photo of her; one that had been taken two years before when she’d treated Marco to a week’s holiday in Cyprus, and showed her reclining back on a deserted stretch of sandy beach in nothing but a close fitting white Bikini with her skin glittering gold in the warm sun light. By its poor quality, she guessed it had been taken on a camera phone when she wasn’t looking. “Well, at least this means you’re no longer stealing my panties,” she said matter-of-factly. Marco’s face burned so red she wondered if he might cry through sheer embarrassment. Deciding to take pity on him, she casually threw the photo over her shoulder. “Now, little brother…” she shrugged her jacket off and let it fall around her feet before carefully stepping out of her boots; “do you remember what I told you the last time I caught jacking off while fantasying about me?”
As if hearing her for the first time, Marco slowly turned his sights up to meet her gaze, his big hazel eyes as wide and innocent, like a puppy begging for his ball. “If you need to cum,” she said in a low sensuous tone, “just ask.”
Her lips curling, she seized the pillow and tossed it aside before climbing up onto the bed, straddling his waist and, bending down to cover his skinny frame with her own, taking him in a firm kiss. Gladly accepting the embrace, his arms encircled her narrow waist to paw wantonly at her full rump, trying desperately to draw her closer whilst she cradled his head in her palms, kissing him all the harder as her tongue slid across his thin lips, demanding entry. He yielded without a struggle, their tongues thrusting, twisting, swirling round and round in a passionate dance before a low moan rumbled through her as she felt his renewed erection prodding her thigh through her jeans. Feeling her core growing moist at the touch, she snaked her hand down his neck, her nails scrapping over his flat nipples and down his hairless torso before moving lower, the warm flesh of his stomach trembling beneath her fingers as she reached between their bodies. Coiling her digits around the base of his manhood while rubbing her palm across the glistening tip, she gave him a testing stroke. His hips bucked into her hand and he broke their burning embrace to drag in a ragged breath.
“Mmm…such a naughty boy…” she purred, slightly breathless from the kiss but smirking playfully nonetheless as she leaned back, settling herself above him. Within her grasp, his shaft was like a column of steel wrapped in molten silk and though he was well within average parameters, in her small hand he felt huge. She could feel him throbbing with excitement as blood surged through the bulging veins and she gave it a shake before stroking along the length from base to heap, stretching the velvety skin tight before completing each stroke with a firm squeeze just beneath the swollen lip of his corona that made the bulbous head swell. “Getting this hard from thinking about your sister; so how about it? Do you want big sis to make you cum?”
“Yesss…” he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes wide and breathing shallow as her talented hand continued it ministrations; his hips jumping in sheer delight as she pressed the pad of her thumb upon the sensitised head. Enjoying the look of desperation upon her brother’s face, Milla smirked wickedly before releasing his shaft. With his relief nearing, Marco made a furious sound of protest but she paid it no mind as she got to her feet, turning around to face the foot of the bed and sat back down. Kneeling over his waist, she then shuffled back until she was literally crouching over the length of his body with her head just above his abdomen and presenting him with her denim-clad buttocks.
Placing her hands on his inner thighs, massaging the supple muscles with her palms, she cast her gaze down to see his erection standing to attention. Up this close, it seemed even bigger than she remembered and the musky scent of his arousal made her mouth water as she dipped her head and brought her lips close enough for the warmth of her breath to wash over his jutting arousal.
“Ahhh…” he gasped and she could feel him trembling with pleasure, his engorged shaft twitching in excitement. Encouraged by his display, she reached out with her tongue and used the tip to skilfully scribble her signature across the organ’s glands before dragging it up to the weeping point; dousing her taste buds in his flavour. Relishing the familiar salty tang of male excitement, she flicked her tongue over the slick summit before almost wrapping it around the bulbous head as she slowly took him into the damp cavern of her mouth. Closing her lips over the head, she began earnestly suckling the slick rubbery flesh while her tongue continued swirling round and round, down to the sensitised ridges along its rim, making him shudder with pleasure.
With every sweeping crease and wanton suckle his flesh pulsed within her grasp and she half heard him groan something incomprehensible, his voice low and laboured as her tongue danced. Noticing the tension gathering in his thighs as he resisted the urge to buck, she decided to take pity on him and slowly took him deeper, her pouting lips stretching and forming a tight seal around his shaft as she leisurely leant forward, enveloping all but the last inch of him in her mouth. It was a necessary evil to avoid her persistent gag reflex, even so, he filled her tiny orifice completely and she was forced to breathe through her nose as she held him in her mouth.
“Ooohh…fuck…fuck…Millaaa!” gasped Marco, his breath catching in his throat as she eagerly began suckling the length of his arousal while drawing back, rising up at a tortuously slow pace until she held just the bulbous crown between her pearly whites. The salty taste of his arousal flooding her senses, she repeated the motion, dipping down while gently scraping her teeth along his engorged length before rising up again, all the while sucking vigorously as the sounds of his pleasure sent hot shivers rushing all the way down her spine to spark deliciously within her molten sheath. She had always loved performing oral sex; she relished the power it gave her, the control she could wield over another person with just the tiniest motion of her mouth and tongue. It was so empowering and utterly addictive, but for all her bravado there was something she wanted even more.
She could feel the need burning deep within her, a fire that seemed to originate within her clit and rage outward along her nerves to keep her ever on edge. Fidgeting restlessly as a slick bead of her dew rolled down her thighs and knowing she needed her own release, she suddenly ceased her attentions. Pulling her mouth off his now glistening shaft, she flashed a look back over her shoulder at him, a sly smirk pulling at her lips as she saw his eyes squeeze tightly shut and a pleasurable grimace contorting his handsome features. His hands had a white knuckled death grip on the sheets and she could hear his breathing was coming in short ragged gasps…perfect. “Hey Squirt, instead of just lying there, gibbering like a codfish; why don’t you put that mouth to proper use and eat me. Sucking your dick is making me so wet…”
Unscrewing his eyes, he stared at her incredulously as she wigged her butt provocatively, clearly not daring to believe what she was suggesting, before nodding excitedly, reaching up and fumbling with the button of her jeans. For a moment he was all thumbs, but then managed to release the fasting and, hooking his fingers under the waistband, drag the denim down to her knees.
She shivered as the cool air touched her most sensitive spots, contrasting so deliciously with the heat of her desire, before the warmth of Marco’s breath was suddenly washing over her folds, his hands seizing the full globes of her buttocks and dragging her down to his waiting jaws, his tongue slithering out to lap along her core. Parting but never entering her folds, he teased her with three long, gentle licks before finally thrusting into her depths. Her skin prickled with goose flesh and a low, sensuous moan echoed from her lips as she felt the thick muscle, slick from a manic lust, writhing inside her, swirling round and round, thrashing her quivering walls and feasting upon her syrupy dew. He was devouring her with such a ravenous frenzy that she could not help tightening her grip on his thighs and rolling her hips against his tongue.
“Mmm…you naughty boy…ohhhhh…yes you dirty, naughty boy…” she moaned as the thick muscle lavished her folds with attention, but avoided any contact with her sensitised clitoris, before beginning to withdraw and then thrusting back into her tight passage; greedily lapping up her flowing nectar while orally fucking her. Although the pleasure this treat provided wasn’t spectacular, he was doing so much better than the last time that she knew he must have been practising. Strangely, the thought of him doing this to some other girl filled her with a momentary surge of anger but a sudden, and very delightful, swirl of his tongue quickly buried the emotion in such a rush of pleasure that seemed to set every nerve in her body ablaze.
Exhaling hot panting breaths but determined not to be outdone, Milla wasted no time getting back to work on him. Taking him in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around his crown, synchronizing her motions with his assault as she resumed bobbing back and forth, sliding her lips along his hard length while continuing to use her teeth to apply a gentle pressure. It was difficult work for his wicked tongue was stirring up a storm within her and it took all her concentration to push the feeling of him writhing within her to the back of her mind, ignoring it as she would that itch you could never quite scratch.
Vaguely she heard him drag in a ragged breath and she could feel his muscles flexing excitedly beneath her palms until he suddenly started to buck and roll beneath her, forcing his rampant arousal a little deeper down her throat as he moved to meet her descent. Anticipating the kick of her gag reflex, fear blossomed in her heart and she panicked, trying desperately to withdraw and breathe only to feel a sudden scorching bolt of white-hot ecstasy rip through her, stilling her as Marco’s devious techniques altered.
With a supreme confidence unsuitable for a boy who had been caught masturbating to a picture of his sister, he began worshiping the core of her erogenous being with swift licks and prods. Frozen in a wash of tiny climactic aftershocks, her world shrank to just the sensation of his tongue swirling round her engorged clit, her every sense focused entirely on that single point, making every tiny contact into the brush of fire. In such a delirious state as this, the sensation seemed to last for an eternity, but was then shattered as a barrage of fireworks burst behind her eyes as his lips closed on her sensitised nub.
Fire ran through her veins and her body jumped in involuntary muscle spasms, yet his fingers held her firm against him as he pressed the tip of his nose inside her while fiercely suckling the tiny bud. Pulse after pulse of insidious bliss surged along her nerves, throwing her into such a state of delirium that she couldn’t hold back a wanton chorus of delight, the vibrations reverberating through his shaft in such a way that she felt him shudder in pleasure and growl around her bud. The sensations were so divine that her back arched on its own accord, yanking her suddenly clear of his cock and she moaned her pleasure without thought or care, heedless of anyone who might overhear them at that very moment; “ohhh-right there Right-ughhh yesss suck that clit-ughh holy fuckkk! Oh-my-god-oh-my-god…”
Her heart was thundering in her ears as her vision dissolved into a collage of vid colours and it was only through sheer force of will that she was able to recover and resume working on him. Barely able to think through the storm of pleasure clouding her mind, she focused all her attention on bobbing up and down on his cock while massaging the glands across the domed head with her tongue. Relishing the bittersweet flavour that was spilling across her taste buds, she began earnestly suckling the organ, earning a low, pleasure induced hum from Marco that had her body backing into him and rocking against his ravenous lips.
It wouldn’t be long now. She could feel her muscles clenching and there was an unmistakable tightness building in her lower abdomen that could only foretell a much-needed climax. Judging by the way his shaft was pulsing between her lips, she knew Marco must have been close too, but despite her best efforts, she was certain she would reach that glorious peak before him. Deciding it was time to break out the heavy calibres and try something unconventional, she edged her right palm along his thigh to cup the weight of his balls in her hand and gently kneading the velvety sack while raising her left up to her lips and coating the digits in copious amounts of saliva. When sufficiently lubricated, she reached down, trailing the glistening point of her index finger’s nail along the soft skin of his Perineum to his anus. Noticing how his cock seemed to be growing harder and thicker between her lips, she grinned inwardly before pressing against the puckered sphincter. Marco’s body jumped at the forbidden contact before going suddenly still as she slid the well-lubricated finger through the two tight rings of muscle into his anal channel. Going just past her second knuckle, she then curled the digit and began exploring the dry, spongy walls until she felt the bumpy mound of his Prostate.
“Ahh…Milla!” Marco gasped as she pressed down on the gland, before his anal channel clenched tight around her finger and he spilled his molten seed into her mouth. Thrilled by his salty essence, she suckled greedily, swallowing every drop of his release as he writhed beneath her in a fit euphoria and accidentally scraping the chisel like edge of his incisors across her clit as he threw his head back and arched off the bed. A sudden volatile cocktail of pleasure and pain flared through her at the contact, pitching her over the edge. Indescribable sensations of pleasure surged through her, originating from the lightning storms raging within her clitoris and pulsing deliciously through her every nerve until her mind was consumed by a white-hot inferno. At its crescendo, everything became too much, her eyes squeezed shut, and she could feel herself shaking violently as all notions of time and space slipped away. She hung there in limbo, poised between consciousness and oblivion, suspended in a heavenly sea of euphoria before plummeting back down to earth to ride the current of aftershocks.
Her skin tingled as she came slowly down from her high. Blinking past the fog of delirium, she felt Marco relax beneath her and quickly swallowed the last of his seed before withdrawing her finger from his tight anus. Releasing his balls and easing her mouth off his still hard length, she reared back and sat straight backed astride his torso. Her legs wobbled dangerously, barely able to support her weight, and she almost jumped out of her skin when Marco’s tongue resumed licking her, making slow, languished sweeps along her folds, scooping up her dew like drops off a slowly melting ice-lolly.
Extremely sensitive after such an intense climax, she couldn’t help exhaling hot wanton pants as each gentle crease made her sensitised clit throb with need and it took all her willpower to force her body to move. Rising up, if somewhat unsteadily, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them across the room before throwing a leg over his torso, pivoting, and coming around to face him. Seeing the confusion in his expression, she flashed him a coy smile before crouching over his eager erection.
“Mmmm…that was fun but now just sit back and enjoy the rest of your present Squirt, because big sis is about to rock your world.” she said before brushing a long strand of her rich mahogany hair that had fallen astray back behind her ear. Holding herself above his stiff manhood, balancing on the balls of her feet, she placed her left palm flat upon his abdomen to steady herself while reaching down between them with her right. Wrapping her fingers around his arousal to position him, she lowered herself until she felt his rounded head slipping between her folds. Compared to the molten heat boiling within her, Marco’s shaft felt positively chilled and shivering with pleasure as he pressed against her opening, she rolled her hips, sliding the sensitive tip along her hidden valley to brush the nub of her clitoris, sending a jolt of sensations surging along her nerves.
Biting her lower lip in pleasure, she rocked back and forth, creasing him with her velvety furrow and coating the mushroom shaped crown with her hot nectar, all the while smirking as she watched her brother squirm beneath her, her every motion eliciting a desperate sound in response. Yet like a good boy, he followed her instructions and made no effort to interfere or hasten her, leaving Milla free to tease him until the fiery passion raging within her core grew too great to resist. Eager to continue and almost trembling with pent up passion; she rocked forward…
“Ohhhhhh!” she moaned, her head roll back in utter delight as she felt the first delicious shock of penetration surging through when the bulbous head of her brother’s cock drove through the tight ring of muscle into her channel. Her breath catching at the sudden wash of pleasure radiating through her lower body, she released her grip on him and placed the palm on his abdomen besides her right before leaning back, mewing as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him; moulding around inch after wondrous inch until he was sheathed to the hilt within her.
She held herself there, savouring the sensation of having him inside her. While he certainly wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had, the feeling was very pleasurable and just the thought that it was her own brother’s cock buried inside sent a naughty thrill tingling down her spine to her fingertips. Impaled as she was, she could feel her plush walls pulsing deliciously in time with her heartbeat, convulsing around him in such a way that her whole centre began to throb with desire. Suddenly unsure of how long she could hold herself in check, her head dropped down to admire the image of Marco splayed beneath her. Though he had not moved once, he was clutching the sheets in a white knuckled hold and his lips were pulled tight in a grimace as his restraint was strained to its limit.
As their eyes locked, she gave him a reassuring wink before gently biting her lower lip as she resumed rolling her pelvis in tight little circles, massaging his engorged length with her velvety walls. Though her motions were slow and gentle, she was a well-practised dominator and the pleasure they gave her was enough to throw her senses into overdrive, feeding her need and making skin prickle with electricity. Rocking back and forth, she ground their hips together, her muscles contracting around him at the delicious friction between their bodies and sending pulses of white-hot pleasure surging up her spine.
“Aahhh! God! Milla…” panted Marco, his breathing laboured and pupils constricting to pinpoints under the strain of keeping still. “Feels so-so…good, I have to…”
“Mmm…like that baby? Want big sister to ride you harder?” Milla asked, barely able to keep her composure as the fires raging within her core built with each roll of her hips. Bit by bit, she could feel her pleasure building and carried by the surge of sensations, she began picking up the pace, pushing up with her feet until she had just the rounded head inside her depths, leaving her feeling almost empty, before slamming back down. As she settled upon him, the delicious friction caused Marco to groan a low desperate sound and his hands seized her full buttocks as his knees bent on their own volition.
They moaned in unison as the new angle pushed his shaft deeper inside her but Milla never lingered and continued moving along his length. Keeping her eyes fixed to Marco’s lust darkened orbs, relishing the sight of him contorting in such pleasurable agony, she slid up and down, working his rigid cock in and out of her tight pussy. With each deep plunge, soft moans fled her lips and her pace quickened, until the bedsprings were creaking with her movements as she bounced upon him.
Beneath her, Marco was panting through clenched teeth, uttering low moans every time he was fully encased inside her, his fingers grouping and kneading the tight mounds of her buttocks, his trimmed nails digging in just hard enough for her to feel the delicious sting and know he was leaving small half-moon marks.
“Ooohh…like that baby brother? Mmm-you like watching your big sister bouncing on your cock don’t you. Yea I know you do. It feels son fucking good…,” she purred, the sensation of his cock stretching and rubbing against her inner walls as she gyrated upon him, sending hot shivers rushing up her spine. With her every move she could feel that familiar pressure mounting inside her, a low burning pleasure massing at the base of her spine, and It took all her powers of concentration to keep her motions fluid. Yet her body needed more, and on the next downward plunge, her hips rolled subtlety to rub her G-spot along his length.
The sudden jolt had her hands pawing the flat plane of her sibling’s stomach and her mouth fell open in a long moan. Sensing her muscles tensing around him, drawing him deeper into her depths, she couldn’t help tilting her hips so that every stroke would brush that sweet spot.
“Ahh…ahh…god! It’s…it’s so hot…ughhh…soo-hottt!” Milla moaned, her core dissolving into a pit of molten wildfire and sending a rush of warmth coursing through her veins. Swept along on the furious tide of sensations, she could no longer hold herself back and began bounding up and down with renewed vigour, her hands raking down Marco’s flat abdomen and up her thighs to where the hem of her top clung to her midriff. Seizing the garment in both hands, she dragged it up her body, breaking eye contact for the first time as she pulled it and over her head in one effortless motion before carelessly flinging it off the bed to the floor, leaving her utterly naked. Marco’s gaze immediately fixed on her cleavage. Typical.
Her skin prickled under his hungry gaze, the heat rising in the pit of her stomach. She brought both her hands up to cup her perky breasts, expertly kneading the pliant flesh while rolling her already pebbled nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She was so sensitive at that moment that even the lightest touch was electric and she arched wantonly into her own touch, trying to receive more of the delicious sensations shooting through her body. The sight of her shamelessly groping her breasts while riding him, however, proved too much for Marco and he instinctively bucked up to meet her downward motion.
“Aahhh!” she gasped, tossing her head back sheer ecstasy as his sudden forcefulness drove him deeper, her walls stretching and rippling around him, sparks of pleasure igniting behind her eyes. Caught off guard, her legs gave way and she had to throw her arms out as she doubled over in rapture. Bracing her palms against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, she tried to gather enough breath to scold him for his disobedience but her brother was well past caring and with a primal grunt, began thrusting upward into her liquid heat.
“Ughhh! Milla…your pussy’s so small, so tight…I love it!” he gasped, his eyes alive with feral lust, driving into her with desperate almost mindless strokes. The sound of Marco’s voice saying such dirty things gave her a naughty thrill; and he was being so rough with each thrust she could feel the fire in her loins spreading as her channel pulsed, sending bolts of white-hot desire surging along her nerves. Forgetting her objections, Milla gave herself up to his powerful thrusts.
Moving with him, matching him thrust for deep, penetrating thrust, she rocked and rolled her hips, bouncing vigorously upon his shaft, filling the space between them with the wet slaps of flesh meeting flesh as her nectar ran down her thighs. Delighting in her exuberance, Marco rocked and thrashed and groaned beneath her, his forceful lunges delving ever deeper into her plush depths as her eager hips gyrated, riding him with increasing fever.
“Oohhhh…you bad boy…ah…ahh-yess…you like your sister bouncing up and down on your dick? Mmm…want me to fuck you harder-ohhh…god…your dick feels so gooohhh…god!” she moaned, damp strands of her rich mahogany hair spilling over her shoulder as she rose and fell upon him, her mind consumed by the delicious friction of his hard length filling her, then retreating, only to fill her again.
Releasing her grip on his shoulders as white capped waves crashed over her at his every thrust, she stretched her hands out across the rumpled sheets to seize the headboard, her nails biting deep into the teak, using it for leverage to roll her hips against his with greater urgency. Hovering over the curve of his neck, panting hot wanton breaths as the inferno raging in her core burned with fresh intensity, signifying her building climax, she bent down to take his earlobe between her teeth, flattening her breasts against his torso. Her pebbled nipples dragging against his torso, the delicious friction sending electric shivers down her spine, she suckled on the fleshy nub before laying a fiery trail of licks and kisses down the side of his throat to nibble along the ridge of his collarbone.
Utterly fixated upon the feelings massing inside her, she was barely aware of the bed trembling beneath their passion or the repeating thump of the headboard striking the wall. Neither did either of them notice the dot of crimson glowing at the base of the bedroom door.
Gnawing wantonly on his collarbone, alternating between sharp nips and soothing licks, her sounds of pleasure muffled against his shoulder as the smouldering sensations burning through her dominated her senses, she felt the fire building inside her, preparing to erupt. God! She was close, so very close. Yet it was not enough, nowhere near enough, and unable to stand the torture a moment longer, she pushed away from the headboard. Rearing back, both hands coming round to grip his upraised knees, she tossed her head back and cried out in sheer euphoria
“Oohhh God! Marco…your dick feels so good…ohhh baby-yesss…,” she gasped, her pert breasts bouncing in time to the rocking of her hips and tight buttocks smacking against his thighs with a lewd, wet slap. Using her grip on his knees to help speed her movements, she focused all her energies on reaching her peak, meeting his every thrust with a plummeting descent and grounding her pelvis against his in tight grinding circles. Every time their bodies joined, her clit banged against his pelvic bone, igniting a lightning storm within the bundle of nerves that surged along her spine to every fibre of her body; propelling her closer and closer to the edge of sweet oblivion. “Ughhh-fuck yess! Give it to me…I want it-harder-oh fuck-oh fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck…”
“Aahhh…shit-Milla…I can-can’t take it…your-your pussy is so-so…I’m going to cum!” moaned Marco, eyes hooded and glazed, pale skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of perspiration, a mask of absolute ecstasy contorting his features. He was bucking beneath her, his cock swelling inside and jerking excitedly as her inner-walls convulsed around him, his grip on her buttocks tightening to the point of delicious agony, both steadying her and urging her to go faster, harder.
“Yes-yes…cum inside me…grind that cock into me…fill me up-ohhh my god!” Milla was frantic, rising and falling, rotating her pelvis down onto his bucking shaft’s upward thrusts, riding him with such feverish abandon that her body shock as she raced towards her release. “Make my pussy cum-ohhh fuck-make that pussy cum again-oh god, oh god, oh god.” She was so close, her clit was pulsing and she could feel a tongue of flames lashing her depths, the tight knot of fire within her core rippling and quaking, sending renewed shivers of delight rushing along up her spine.
Marco seemed to know just what she needed. As she writhed above him, one of his hands released its grip on her and slithered down her mound to where they were joined, two of his fingers closing over her swollen clitoris, rolling it back and forth between the digits as though he were testing a grape. The simple touch was like a strike from a bolt of lightning. Already on sensory overload, this fresh assault pitched Milla over the edge and the plateau came upon her so abruptly she only had time to impale herself upon him, trying to take his rigid length as deep as possible, before the ball of fire erupted inside her.
It began somewhere deep inside her, a spark, a burst of white hot fire rippling outward, coursing through her, crashing against her until it had completely overwhelmed her senses. On their own volition, her hands released their grip on his knees and rose up to tangle in her hair, her lips parting in a voiceless scream of ecstasy. The world slipped from focus as vibrant streams of aurora glazed her vision. She could feel herself shaking in throes of pleasure, every nerve in her body suddenly electrified, her muscles convulsing in a flood of liquid pleasure. Swept up in turbulent passion of her climax, she dimly heard Marco gasp and moan, his voice low and echoing as if she was hearing him from far away, before he shuddered beneath her and a rush of molten heat flooded her depths.
When the tremors finally subsided, every muscle in her body went limp and Milla tumbled into her lover’s embrace, panting long ragged breaths as afterglow settled over her like a warm blanket and mini-aftershocks coursed along her nervous system. Resting her weary head just beneath his chin, she ignored the unfatigued part of her brain that insisted she should hurry this along and instead settled into a comfortable embrace, his arms encircling her narrow waist and drawing her against him as she nestled upon him, listening to his heart’s erratic beating slowly settling into a rhythmic melody.
She’d forgotten how much she enjoyed these moments. No words were needed, it was just the closeness; the intimacy of being with someone who knew you better than yon knew yourself. With Marco, there was no illusions, no promises, she didn’t have to play a character from a script or meet the public’s impossible expectations. She only had to be herself, if only for these brief moments, and he would accept her for better or worse, never judging her, loving her as only a brother could.
The moment passed however when Marco suddenly shifted beneath her, his softening shaft slipping from her, causing her to groan in displeasure as the feeling of emptiness that followed shattered the spell which had fallen over her, dragging her back to cold reality. She found him already watching her, his perpetually unruly hair falling as a sweat sodden mop of chestnut strands over his eyes and a goofy smile turning the corners of his lips.
He was just so cute, the sight brought butterflies to her stomach and she leant up, pressing a gentle, almost chaste, kiss to his lips before drawing back and returning the smile. “So Squirt, did you enjoy your birthday present?”
Marco’s smile broadened, his eyes sparkling with emotion beneath the strands of his hair. The tip of his tongue swept across his lips, moistening them, and he brought his hand up to cup her chin, the pads of his fingertips gently stroking her chin. “This was fant-”
“Well, isn’t this something.”
The voice was like the crack of a bullwhip. Eyes widening, Milla whirled around toward the source, her heart leaping into her throat and a cascade of icy terror rushing over her. Standing there was none other than ‘Little’ Daniel Cornwell, his eyes downcast and he wore a sheepish look that didn’t suit his growth spurt. Fanning out on his flanks were Sean, Eric, Charlie and Victor, their lecherous stares quickly reminding her of her nudity. Her skin burning with embarrassment, she seized a fistful of the duvet and with a great tug, heaved the blankets up from beneath them to her chest, covering her breasts and lower body. Oh god, this can’t be happening, how much did they see? What are we going to…no, wait, maybe they’ve only just arrived. Maybe we can bluff our way through this. The door behind the boys was closed but the sounds of the party going on down stairs was as raucous as she remembered, suggesting hers and Marco’s absence had not been seriously noted. Yet the predatory grin playing across Sean’s weasel-like face quickly dashed her hopes.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’d say this party just keeps on getting better and better.” sniggered Sean, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement and never once leaving the spot where her breasts had been on display just moments before.
“Hey…what the fuck Sean! Get the hell outta here!” Marco growled, making no effort to cover his nudity as he shot daggers at the group before turning to Daniel, shrinking slightly before his boyhood friend’s betrayal. “Danny?”
“I’m sorry mate, I couldn’t stop them…”Daniel, at least, had the good grace to look ashamed before giving a sideways glance towards Victor who, standing just to his left and easily biggest of the group, must have outweighed him by more than five stone of pure muscle. Nonetheless, Milla somehow doubted the sincerity of his apology and refused to look at him, he had always been at the root of trouble.
“No, I think we’ll stay.” Sean declared, ignoring Daniel’s hurried excuse and steeping past the pair of taller youths, his toothy grin never wavering. “That was a fine show you two put on, but personally I think it deserves an encore.”
What? His words sent an icy chill down her spine as dread festered in her heart. Could he possibly be suggesting what she thought he was? Where they mad? Yet when she cast her eye over his followers, she could plainly see they were all thinking along the same lines. Did they know something she didn’t? What could possibly make these brats think she’d agree to such a thing?
“What are you talking about?” snarled Marco, his voice low and deadly as he rounded back on Sean. There was only a few strides width separating them, and Milla couldn’t help but note the way her brother’s fingers were twitching, as if he wanted nothing better than to strangle the weasel. It was then she noticed the gadget in Sean’s hand.
“I’m talking about this.” Without once taking his eyes off Milla, he raised his Nokia Smartphone up for both her and brother to see the video playing across the face. It was of poor resolution, curtsy of the darkness of the room and the extended zoom used while recording; and the sound of the party below had distorted the sound. She supposed she should have been thankful for those small mercies, but the quality was not so poor that she could not easily recognise the rutting bodies upon the bed, seen from a dozen different angles, nor fail to identify her own pleasure-etched expression as she vigorously rode the youth below her. “Imagine if this went viral. Maybe I should upload it to YouTube right now? I wonder how many minutes before the media find it. Ten minutes, perhaps, or even five. I can just read the headlines now, ‘Sex tape released of World Famous Actress Milla Jovovich fucking her own brother’.” Feeling suddenly numb as realisation dawned, she cast a quick glance back to his entourage to see that all of the trio had their phones out. All were displaying similar recordings. “I think it’s fair to day your carrier would be ruined. Oh and you have a boyfriend don’t you, what would he say? Or your parents?”
“Why you son of a bitch, give me that!” Marco roared, leaping to his feet with fists balled, about to lunge for the fiery-haired youth. Sean hastily fell back a step, clutching the device to his chest and fingers coming alive on the touchscreen, but before he could send the video, Milla seized Marco’s wrist.
“No Marco” she said, her voice flat and betraying no emotion as she held him back while staring fixedly at her blackmailer. “What do you want?”
His smile broadening, Sean lowered the phone. “Hmmm…I knew you’d see things our way. What do we want? Why, we want what Marco had.”
“No” she growled, trying to mask her bluff with the same cool confidence she often portrayed on set. “I’ll pay you whatever you want, but I’m not going to fuck you!”
“You’ll do what we want. So long as we have this, we own your ass.” Sean barked, his beady eyes narrowing in anger. Yet Milla held firm, her heart hammering against her chest as she tried to judge how far she could go. If they pressed her, she knew she’d have to give in, but then if they carried through with their threat, they’d get nothing. They’d have to bargain. Fortunately, Sean seemed to be thinking the same thing. “Ugh…fine! No fucking. Give us a blow job then.”
“And if I give you one, then you’ll delete the videos?” she asked, biting back a sigh of relief. Sean nodded in confirmation. “Very well.”
Marco whirled to confront her, his eyes disbelieving, “b-but Milla...”
“But what Marco?” she snapped, rounding on him with more rancour than she intended. “What are going to do? Beat them up and destroy their phones, hoping you can get them all in the seconds it will take for just one to upload it to YouTube?” Shrinking before the anger in her tone, Marco opened his mouth to protest, let it hang their for a moment as he tried to find the words, then closed it in defeat. As he sat back down on the bed, she turned back to Sean. “Just a blow job?”
“Just blow jobs,” he reiterated, his smile returning and eyes twinkling with malicious excitement.
Milla nodded in agreement, her eyes boring into his with a chilly disdain, unable to look at her brother for fear of the shame she would see reflected in his hazel eyes. “I’ll do it.”
Defeated, she rose up to stand upon the bed and released her grip on the sheet, a disgusted shiver running down her spine as she felt the heat of their gave following its descent over the swells of her bosom and down the flat plane of her stomach to finally rest at the apex of her thighs. Despite his reservations, at the sight of her standing completely bear before them even Danny could no longer hide his interest and the picture of them all ogling her nakedness so brazenly made her stomach turn.
Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer! Biting back the sarcastic retort, she stepped out of the pool of bedding and stepping down from the bed and walking towards the centre of the room. At her movement, Sean, Eric, Charlie and Victor seemed to awaken from their stupor and began hurriedly shedding their garments. Daniel, however, made no such move to disrobe, apparently wanting no part in what was to come. Despite her cool demeanour composure, Milla couldn’t help a sense of trepidation as she watched them.
Could she really go through with this? Sex with Marco was one thing; they were more than lovers, more than siblings, he was her confident and secret keeper, they shared a bond that went beyond love and blood. It was never cheating when she was with Marco. This, however, was something else. This was blackmail, and only a judge’s order away from prostration; could she live with herself, knowing she’d sold her to save her reputation. What if it came out, her relationship with Paul would be over and she would forever be labelled a whore in the court of public opinion. Then she saw Sean’s grin as he kicked his trouser off, remembered the recordings, and knew she had no choice. Do or do not, she was damned either way. What’s more, there was more at stake here than just her reputation. Never mind her relationship, if those recordings were ever released her carrier would be at an end, and Marco’s life would be ruined. No, she couldn’t let him pay for her mistake, this was her mess, she had played the game and lost, now she had to pay the piper and take the lesser of two evils. “Marco…please don’t look. I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Sinking to her knees once all the youths had disrobed, the carpet oddly coarse against her naked skin, she watched the naked foursome converging on her, their fully engorged arousals bobbing proudly between their legs with their movements as they fanned out, towering over her and half encircling her in a crescent ring. Despite her revulsion, Milla couldn’t resist letting his eyes trail over their forms, giving them each a once over. Sean was closest, neither fat nor thin, he was covered with a thin pelt of shaggy ginger curls and a nest of freckles across his abdomen. Victor stood beside him on her left, huge and broad with herculean muscles like chiselled marble and without a trace of hair to blemish his bronzed flesh. Furthest on the right, Charlie was sword thin with smooth milky skin and a gold ring hanging from his right nipple. Hanging back on the left flank, stout and shaped like badly kneaded dough, Eric was by far the most comic of the group and was looking questioning round at the others, as if waiting for instructions.
Desperate to get this over with as quickly as possible, she shuffled forward and opened her mouth. Her heart hammering against her ribs, she glanced up at Sean, saw his toothy grin and firm nod, before dipping forward. He was about average length, but his erection bent sharply upward just beneath the head and she could feel the tip of his mushroom shaped organ scrapping along the roof of her mouth as she took him into her damp cavern. Inhaling the thick musky scent of his arousal, she used the point of her tongue to lightly trace the sensitive ridges on the organ’s underside while closing her lips around the place where the shaft curved and suckling lazily.
“Mmm…not bad, but surly you can do better.” Sean sneered, his beady eyes glittering venomously as he admired the way her plush and swollen lips stretched around his swollen length. “Come on put your back into it, or should I just send the video now?”
Glaring back at him with a cold sullen fury, her skin crawling at the very thought of what she was doing, Milla forced herself to obey. Loath to give this slimy weasel any pleasure, she stared up at him and imagined her Boyfriend Paul standing over her, envisioning his shaggy chocolate curls and firm jaw, broad build and crocked grin, and his deep, piercing gaze…
“Oohhhh-yeahhh that’s more like it…mmm-that’s it, suck it slut;” moaned Sean, his head falling back in sweet euphoria as she began eagerly suckling the organ. Though the fantasy wasn’t much of a distraction, it was nonetheless enough to ignite a lustful fire inside her, the flames licking that cold and empty cavern deep inside her, feeding off her every thought, growing into an all-consuming blaze that threatened to envelop her at any moment. Swept up in its roaring tide of lustful energy, she went to work on him, focusing all her energies on stimulating the organ’s sensitised head, sucking voraciously while swirling her silky tongue round and round the slick, rubbery flesh.
As her attentions grew more impassioned, the weasel-faced youth’s breathing became laboured and his hips began rocking against her, urgently fucking her mouth’s damp cavern. Adjusting to match his erratic rhythm, Milla quickened her pace, twisting her torso this way and that with such energy her perky breasts jiggled, her head rising and falling with his undulating hips, the furnace of her core-growing slick with a flood of liquid desire as she imagined the familiar mask of pleasure settling over Paul’s features. Barely aware of the other youths arranged around her, her hands rose on their own invitation to grasp both Charlie and Eric’s swollen members. As her fingers closed around them, the boys released a pair of low groans and she could feel their hard lengths writhing in his grasp. They had the feel of steel shafts wrapped in heated silk. Slurping and sucking intently on Sean’s cock, being as loud and crude as possible, she began pumping her hands in perfect rhythm with the bobbing of her head, making all three thrust and churn into her pleasurable embrace.
“Oohhh-fuckkk-almost there, yeahhh…I knew you’d be a first class cock sucker, I bet you love it don’t you-ohhh shit! Your mouth’s so hot, I can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” growled Sean, his voice hitched and the jerking of his hips becoming jerky and sporadic as a pressure gathered in the base of his spine. Milla could feel his orgasm building too, she could taste the salty flavour of his pre-cum spilling across her tongue as his arousal swelled and throbbed between her lips, and the realisation was enough to break her fantasy. Sensing his desperate need to reach his peak, she felt the irresistible urge to be naughty and pulled back, pausing only to flick the weeping tip with the point of her tongue before leaving him completing. As the heat of her mouth left him, Sean visibly stiffened and turned his gaze down on her; eyes lived and jaw clenched tight, he uttered a protesting gasp and tried to drag her back but she ducked beneath his clumsy grab.
Payback’s a bitch, you little ferret faced fucker! Grinning inwardly, she rounded on the imposing giant standing just to her left, nearly poking her eye out as his engorged manhood jutted towards her. Despite Victor’s bruiser’s build, his cock stood about 14cms and appeared the same width as two of her slender fingers, its bulbous crown a deep red and pulsing dangerously in testament to his arousal.
Ohhh…compensating for something are we big boy? Barely able to contain her amusement, and more than a little relieved to find his size was not exactly proportionate, Milla shifted her attention from his loins and trailed a contemplating eye up his marble-like front to take in his look of intense concentration. Holding his gaze while her hands continued to work their magic upon his fellows, she bent down, her lips parting, the moist heat of her breath spilling across the throbbing head…
“Ughhh…I’m going to cum!” gasped Victor. It was the first time she had heard the brute speak, his voice high and uncommonly squeaky for someone of his size, but before she could absorb that little bit of information his engorged shaft stilled, swelled, and expelled a long rope of his creamy seed that splattered across the roof of her mouth. Surprised by his abrupt release, Milla could only stare in wide-eyed disbelief as two more bursts filled her mouth before closing her lips and, with a shiver of disgust, swallowed the bitter fluid. Both Eric and Charlie uttered a mix of mocking laughs and pleasure-thick groans at the brute’s premature climax as her hands glided along the full length of their shafts, the velvety skin slick and writhing beneath her touch, but Victor was immune to their disdain. Panting in exhaustion, his eyes closed and muscles slack, he swayed slightly before taking an unsteady step back and toppled to his arse with a force to make the floor tremble in his wake.
Sean promptly stepped over the downed behemoth, his eyes ablaze with primal hunger. Without warning, his hand seized the back of her head, his fingers lacing through her hair in a grip she was powerless to resist as he dragged her forward. Overbalanced and hissing in pain, she tried to protest but before she could utter a word, the head of his cock passed between her parted lips. Eyes widening, she lurched back in sudden panic yet couldn’t break his hold as he continued applying pressure, forcing her to take him in, her lips stretching around his shaft. When her tongue brushed against his Frenulum, the ginger haired youth uttered a low moan and his hips jerked, thrusting home into her warmth, causing the rubbery tip to bang against the back of her throat, triggering the terrible, jarring kick of her gag reflex. Feeling her eyes water, Milla instinctively tried to pull away, but Sean held her firm, his eyes glaring down into hers with a manic intensity as he loomed over her, daring her to make him stop.
Unable to breath, she desperately tried swallowing the engorged organ to grab a breath but only succeeded in making a wet throaty gargle as her muscles drew it into her Pharynx, chocking her. Openly crying as his hand forcefully pressed on the back of her head, she felt his bulbous crown burrowing deeper and deeper. It felt coarse, like a rolled up sheet of sandpaper, and much larger than she remembered. Panic crashed over her in an icy wash, yet Sean was merciless and pressed on until he was fully encased within her throat, her lips nestled around his hilt and his balls banging against her chin.
Milla’s jaw began to throb painfully, her head spinning from lack of oxygen. Desperate to hold onto reality, her hands stilled their movements and squeezed Eric and Charlie so tightly both boys grunted before spilling themselves into her grasp. A heavy fog of dizziness descended over her mind. Black spots danced before her eyes as her vision slipped in and out of focus and her heart thundered in her ears. Starved of oxygen and on the brink of unconsciousness, she was dimly aware of a sharp pain across her scalp as Sean’s dexterous fingers fisted in her silky hair before he, moaned something incoherent at the feel of her throat convulsing around his swollen length, released a roar of pleasure and unleashed a wash of liquid heat down her throat.
He held her there, forcing her to take in every drop off his release, until his orgasm passed and his nerveless digits released their hold. Sensing the pressure lifting, she used the last of her energy to pulled back, her chest heaving as the shrinking organ was removed from her airways and she dragged in great lungful’s of life giving oxygen, only to suddenly wretch and cough violently. Doubling over as the fit enflamed her already raw Pharynx, Milla had a momentary glimpse of the trio exchanging glazed looks, their manhoods shrivelled and semi-spent, before a bitter aftertaste flooded her senses and she was almost overwhelmed by the urge to vomit.
Gritting her teeth to hold off the rising tide of sickness, she brought her hands up to cover her mouth only to find her fingers doused in thick, creamy semen. Her stomach rolling as she inhaled the musky scent of the boys’ climax, Milla forced herself to swallow the salty aftertaste before reaching out and picking up one of the discarded garments. Using it like a handkerchief, she towelled her hands until every last drop of the essence had been scrubbed from her skin before using a clean area of the garment to dab away her few remaining tears and wipe away any excess saliva that had spilt down her chin. Finally satisfied she was clean, but all too aware of her pressing need of another shower before returning home, she discarded the article of clothing and turned her gazed up to see Sean, Eric and Charlie still standing over her but with their heads all turned towards the same direction and all wearing identical knowing grins. Following their gaze back across the room, she felt her stomach plunge at the sight of Danny still standing by the door. One more to go.
“So what do you say Danny? Are you man enough to play with the big boys, or would you rather try your luck with Marco instead, I always thought you two would make a cute couple. ”sneered Sean, his followers chuckling in agreement. They were like hyenas baiting a lion.
Daniele just stood there, his jaw tight and fists clenched. His eyes darted from one face to the next, perhaps gauging their resolve, before looking past her to where she knew Marco was watching. He held that look for a long moment, his expression shifting slightly as he and Marco exchanged a silent conversation, then his attention shifted to her and what she saw their made her stomach do cartwheels before plummeting down a black bottomless pit. Want. Pure, unadulterated, naked, burning, lust.
“Errr…fuck you Sean!” He growled, then reached down, seized the hem of his black polo-top and dragged it up, revealing the hard chiselled muscles beneath before pulling it over his head and carelessly discarding it to join the many other articles of clothing littering the floor. Easily more Jason Statham than Arnold Schwarzenegger, Daniel’s body was broad but also wiry, his pale skin stretched tight across sculpted muscles defined into works of art. The sight ignited a spark of desire inside her core and her insides lurched as he reached for the button of his dark navy jeans, a prominent bulge straining against the denim.
Crossing the room in four long strides and shouldering past his tormentors, Daniel took up a position before her, looming over her like the Ancient Greek god Ares. Never taking his eyes off her, his fingers smoothly released the fastening of his jeans so that his engorged arousal sprung free of its confines as he pushed the garment down his thighs and knees to let them pool around his feet, leaving him standing before her in all his Herculean glory. Ohhh wow, so big, he certainly has grown up. The dull ach in her jaw returning as she marvelled at his size, estimating him to be an easy nine inches at least, she gulped nervously and looked up at him with wide eyes, imploring him not to make her do this. Yet he was unmoved, his normally pale and impish blue eyes dark and smouldering with desire as he drank in the sight of her naked body kneeling before him. Crestfallen but nonetheless determined not to let him see her sweat, she rose back up to her knees and, refusing to meet his gaze, obediently parted her lips.
“No.”
Milla stilled, more out of surprise than obedience, not daring to believe her own ears but hoping against hope her prayers had been answered and she would not be forced to endure this last, humiliating disgrace. Yet the feeling of his powerful hand coming to rest comfortingly on her shoulder made her heart leap all the same and slowly, cautiously, she tipped her head back, but only caught a glimpse of his bright toothy grin before his hand suddenly pushed her backward. Caught off guard, she gasped in surprise and twisted with his hand to tumble to the ground in a heap on her front with her backside raised in the air, her landing blessedly cushioned by the carpet beneath.
“Danny? Wha-” her voice failed her as looking back over her shoulder, stray strands of her rich mahogany hair falling over her eyes, she glimpsed him stepping out of his pooled jeans and sinking to his knees behind her, his erection jutting out before him.
The sight sent an icy wash cascading down her back and, realising his intention, she wheeled in desperate flight and began to crawl away only to have his hands snap out and seize her narrow waist in a vice-like grip that held her firm. Her heart pounding in renewed panic, she began clawing at the carpet, desperate to get away. Yet, against Daniel’s awesome strength, she may as well have been wearing knitted mittens and he effortlessly dragged her back. “No! No! Let go of me! We had a deal; I said I’d only give you a blow job, nothing more. You can’t do this!” she pleaded, yet despite her protests she couldn’t help a low sigh when his tapered tip brushed against her still engorged clitoris.
Her stomach tightening into tight knots, she cast a desperate look around the room, hoping against hope that perhaps Sean or one of his followers might step in to stop this unexpected turn but to her horror, they were all wearing wide grins and seemed quite happy to watch things unfold. Even Marco remained as quite as a mouse and was unable to meet her gaze as his renewed his erection stood to attention between his thighs; despite his earlier objections, he seemed to have quite enjoyed the show. Treacherous little shit!
“Yes, well I never agreed to that deal,” Daniel growled, his voice thick and guttural with primal passion as a toothy grin transformed his handsome features into a predatory mask. “Besides, I’ve waited too long to have you like this to just let this chance pass me by!” He snapped his hips forward.
“Nooohhhh!” she cried, her protests dissolving into a pleasure thick moan as she felt her swollen folds parting beneath the organ’s blunt tip, the rounded head pushing effortlessly through the tight ring of muscle into the cavern beyond. Mouth ajar and eyes widening, Milla wanted to scream, yet unable to speak through the feeling of him entering her, she could only whimper and gasp. Danny drove on regardless however, his fingers tightening to a near bruising intensity, drawing her back as he edged forward, pushing deeper into her snug warmth. No! Stop, you’re going to rip my pussy apart!
He was so big; it felt as if he was splitting her in two and she could feel the shaft’s every vein and ridge rubbing against her inner walls as he pierced her core, stretching the plush yielding flesh and tight ring of muscle to its limit as she struggled to accommodate his impressive girth. Deep down she knew she should not be enjoying this; that it was wrong, that he was as good as raping her, but her body was betraying her and she could feel herself growing wet with desire. Torn between burning agony and exquisite ecstasy, repulsion and delight, she clutched the carpet in white knuckled fists and took everything he had to give, her back curling at the feeling of sheer fullness, until he was fully sheathed within her tight embrace, his hard pelvis nestled against the full curves of her upturned buttocks.
“Ohhh wow…th-this is great” Daniel grunted, his arousal nestled so deep within her he was very nearly at the very mouth of her womb. Then, without giving her time to adjust, he began to pull out, leaving a cold and terrible emptiness in his wake. Exhaling a relieved sigh, Milla used the momentary reprieve to catch her breath yet despite her best efforts to appear unaffected, her walls were clinging to him, trying to draw him back but being dragged outward, and when only the bulbous crown was lodged within the gates of her dew-slickened womanhood she couldn’t help dreading the impending loss. Just before he slipped from her snug embrace, he drove back inside her hard and fast, making the beauty gasp involuntarily in a delicious cocktail of pain and ecstasy as his heavy shaft plunged deeper, the sensation overbalancing her senses and setting off a burst of starlight behind her eyes. Yet it was only the beginning. Taking her gasp as a signal to continue, Daniel began snapping his hips back and forth, establishing a fast, feral rhythm, his strokes deep and hard and growing more wild with his every re-entry until he was savagely pounding her up thrust womanhood with primeval ardour. “So-so tight…it-it’s even better than I imagined.”
“You-you mean you’ve imagined this? You’ve thought about fucking me before?” gasped Milla, breathless, overwhelmed, and utter lost in the sensation of the youth’s big hard cock pillaging her depths, yet all the while trying desperately to keep her senses. With his every thrust, a surge of raw sensations crashed over her as he created such sweet friction inside her, the pain of his initial entry long forgotten, making her head spin and body throb with white-hot pleasure.
Daniel grunted in affirmation, driving into her so forcefully she couldn’t restrain the small groans of pleasure escaping her lips. “W-when I was younger. I couldn’t help it...you’re just so gorgeous! I-I’d get so hard every time I saw you, and I lost count of how many times I masturbated while thinking about you. Sometimes, when I was spending the night round, I would even pretend to be asleep and when I heard you go for a shower, would sneak out, force the bathroom door open a crack, and spy on you…”
The beauty moaned at his confession. “Ohhh-fuck…you were always such a bad boy. Did watching me make your big dick hard? Did you enjoy seeing me all wet and soapy? Did it get you hot, being a dirty peeping tom, imagining what my body felt like, what I’d do to you if I caught you? ” Milla couldn’t believe what she was hearing, the very idea that Daniel had been spying on her made her clitoris throb. It was still hard for her to believe this was really happening, she was actually being fucked by her little brother’s best friend, and, deep down, she was allowing it to happen. God, this was crazy, what am I doing? Why am I not stopping him? It would be so easy, all it would take was one word from her, a scream, a shout, just one little command and he would cease the maddening assault that was making her blood simmer. Yet it feels so good!
She was shaking, her mind reeling, revelling in the speed and forcefulness of his deep, pummelling strokes, the feeling of his thick cock rocking within her, fucking her, stretching her, filling her like none ever had before, making her feel like an innocent virgin, and powerless to silence the moans spilling from her in hot lustful pants. Every time he drove into her cavern, she could feel the engorged organ rubbing against her inner walls, and as he pulled out, the swollen ridge of his Corona dragged against their tight embrace, sending fiery bursts of pleasure surging up her spine. She’d had several lovers over the course of her life, but this was the first time one had ever used her like this. Never before had she been fucked so forcefully, so deeply, so purposefully; it felt like she was going to burst in the most wondrous way and as her knees began to grow hot, she anticipated having some very difficult to explain rug burns in the morning.
“Yea, and whenever I caught you mas-masturbating with the shower head…ohhh fuck…” Daniel’s voice trailed off for a moment, as if he were trying to relive the treasured memory, and his fierce pace waved slightly as he tried to breath, speak and moan all at once. “It got me so fucking horny; I couldn’t help reaching into my boxers and pretend I was fucking you against the glass.”
Milla couldn’t stand it any longer. Ohhh god…Marco forgive me but I can’t take any more.
“Then…mmm… what are you waiting for…fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock…I want it!” she panted lustfully, surrendering to the fiery storm of pleasure raging inside her core.
Biting her lower lip in delicious ecstasy, she shot him a wanton look back over her shoulder and watched his handsome features growing tight with pleasure as her hands began pushing against the carpet to meet his strokes, her full buttocks meeting his hard abdomen with a wet slap. Rocking to the rhythm of his thrusts, drawing herself forward as he withdrew only to slam backward to take him as deep as possible on re-entry, she fucked him back with equal vigour, a low moan rising in the back of her throat as she felt his length tunnelling deeper into her warmth. He felt so big; it was a wonder her body could take all of him in.
“Mmm…your cock’s so big and hard! Ohhh-yes –pull me back on that dick…make me take it, I want it, I want it!” she heard herself pleading, the words spilling from her in a lustful tide as liquid pleasure pulsed through her veins. Rocking urgently against Daniel’s thrusts, bouncing and grinding her shapely rear upon his driving cock while tossing her head from side to side in maddening delirium, she could feel her inner muscles tightening as she approached her third climax of the evening, an infernal storm of molten sensations gathering deep within her with each stroke.
It would not be long now; already she was approaching the summit, hanging on the brink of that sweet abyss as his magnificent cock stretched her almost to the point of breaking. Yet it was not enough. Needing more, she released her right hand’s death grip and blindly reached beneath her. Cupping his swinging testicles in her palm, she could just hear his ragged breaths and low groans even time he drove into her as she groped the velvety sack, her index finger gently prodding his rocking perineum, his low guttural sounds of pleasure driving her wild until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Relinquishing her grip on him, her searching fingers slid up to nestle between her gyrating thighs and attacking her swollen clit, urgently seeking the release her body so desperately craved.
“Mmm-mmmm-ooh god! Ohh fuck! Ohhhh!” she gasped, her cries arching in sensual delight, her movements becoming almost frantic as she expertly manipulated the bundle of nerves. Rolling her fingers counter clockwise over the bundle of nerves, her legs began to tremble and shake as white hot pulses surged through her nerve system, heightening the sensation of his thick cock filling her. “Ohh…ohhh! I can’t take it…it’s too good…don’t stop. Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Then her orgasm hit her.
It began with a slight tremor in her lower abdomen that spiralled along her nerves to her nipples, radiating throughout her body in waves of intense ecstasy as the burning heat within her erupted. Overwhelmed, flashes of colour ignited behind her eyelids and her head snapped back, a voiceless cry spilling from her parted lips as every muscle in her body shock and the hand that had been vigorously rubbing her clit abandoned its ministrations to rise up and fist in her silken locks. She felt like she was burning in a fire of pure sexual passion and she vaguely registered Daniel’s strained groan as her inner-muscles writhed around him, yet he never let up and continued pounding her with deep lunging strokes; fucking her through one release and into another.
“Holy…fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh god-oohhhh-ohhhh- fucking god I can’t stop cumming!” wailed Milla, thrashing uncontrollably as an even stronger climax suddenly overtook her, plunging the euphoric beauty into the fires of sensory oblivion. So-so hot, oh god! It’s too fucking incredible! I can’t stand it! Moaning and gasping with every breath, her only thought was to escape the youth’s clutches before he killed her and she desperately tried to get to stand, only her legs were shaking uncontrollably as wave after white-capped wave of ecstasy crashed over her and could not support her. Taking advantage of her helplessness, Daniel drew back and then plunged into her to the hilt, fully sheathing himself within her warmth before going still as his hands relaxed their hold on her hips and slid down her quaking legs to seize her ankles. With a predatory growl, he jerked them back, causing his lover to gasp in alarm as he bent the limbs back until her feet were pressing against her buttocks, spreading her open, before clambering to his feet and adjusting his grip to hook his fingers over her hips while pressing his wrists against her heels to pin them in place.
Upside-down and hanging near vertical from his arms, Milla couldn’t help mewing uncontrollably as Daniel resumed wildly fucking her upraised sex, his powerful hands easily supporting her suspended hindquarters. He was like a machine, never wavering, driving into her warmth with long deep strokes and as he established a mercilessly rhythm, the bedroom seemed to come alive with the whops and cheers of their audience. Strangely, the sounds of their applause did little to impede her burning desire. Consumed by the primitive pleasure of being dominated, the beauty had forgotten that she and Daniel were far from alone in the room, but now the idea that her tormentors, not to mention her brother, were watching her in this shameful position, being fucked by this young stud with a big cock, made her clit and pussy throb.
“Oohhh fuck! You-you dirty bastard, you’re going to make me cum again! Oh my god…ohhh…ohhh…ohh yesss…take that pussy…make me take all that dick…I love it…I love it!” In this position, she was completely open and vulnerable to her lover’s every desire. Pure carnal heat was spreading through her abdomen, signalling her next climax was already building and Milla desperately tried to match his pace, but he was thrusting into her so forcefully it drove all thoughts from her mind, leaving her basking in a hazy fog of euphoria. She could feel his arousal’s mushroom shaped head penetrating her depths, stretching her plush core as his hips snapped back and forth, filling her completely with each hard stroke, and had to struggle not to scream as each lunging thrust jolted her body, hitting her sweet spot every time, sending hot surges of near orgasmic sensations rushing through her.
“Fuck! Yeah…is this what you want? You want my big cock fucking your tiny pussy. Then cum, cum, cum…” grunted Daniel, his tone guttural and breathing laboured. He must have been close, for Milla could sense the pressure gathering within him behind his motions, but he was stubbornly trying to hold it at bay while doubling his efforts, fucking her with the single mindedness of a rutting beast, seemingly determined to ensure she reached her peak first; and for Milla it was all too much.
Delighting in the sensation of him slamming into her scorching depths, the enraptured actress could do little more than mew and gasp and moan in wide-eyed ecstasy as her arms gave way beneath the onslaught, supported only by his tight grip, his increasing vigour feeding the fires spreading through her core and sending her spiralling towards completion. Crumpling into the carpet’s soft embrace with arms outstretched, her succulent rump held up only by her lover’s powerful hands, she buried her face into the floor to muffle her cries while her pebbled nipples rubbed against the fabric with delicious friction. Liquid pleasure ran molten through her veins. Her toes curled and spine arched as he hammered away at her mercilessly, driving her down into the carpet. His thick length was surging harder and deeper into her tight sheath, sending intense surges of pleasure crashing over her and driving her closer and closer to the brink, until a herculean thrust penetrated all the way to her cervix and the cocktail of agony and ecstasy pushed her over the edge.
She began to shiver, the orgasm sweeping through her like a tsunami as the burning ball of white-hot pleasure deep in her core erupted and great quaking tremors of release rippled outward to tingle in the tips of her fingers and pebbled nipples. Consumed by its irrepressible storm, her senses exploded as streams of light and colour danced behind her eyes. Rolling her head back, eyes wide and lips parted in a silent scream, she desperately clawed the carpet, seeking some sort of purchase against the spiralling pleasures, before losing herself in the sensations setting her nerves afire with carnal energy.
“Ahh! Ahh I’m Cumming! Ahh-oh my god-ahh-ahh-I’m cumming…cumming…cummming…” Regaining her voice, Milla suddenly knew she was screaming but no longer cared who heard her and gleefully gave voice to her pleasure, certain her cries could be heard amidst the blaring party below. It was as if her world was being swallowed by the unquenchable fire raging between her thighs, so intense were the feelings coursing through her, and, eyes rolling, she rocked and shock and thrashed, waves of euphoria smashing against her relentlessly as Daniel continued ravaging her, fucking her through the peak of one climax and into another.
The youth’s stamina was truly amazing. Even as her walls quaked in erratic convulsions around his thick, thrusting cock, he was keeping up a constant pace, driving into her mercilessly, pushing her pleasure on and on until his every thrust was bringing her to orgasm. Ohhhh…God, when did I become so orgasmic?
“Oh fuck-so tight...i’m going to cum!” The words came shuddering from him in a low growl, cutting through her cries, as her writhing walls rippled and clenched around him, trying to hold him deep inside her, her nectar dousing his swollen shaft before flowing freely down her abdomen. At his words and desperate tone, Milla felt another climax pulse through her and threw a look back over her shoulder, greedily admiring the sight of his pale skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, eyes shut and brow furrowed with concentration, square jaw tight and muscles bulging as he struggled to hold back his release. Yet, even when racing towards his fiery oblivion, he never paused and switched to curling his hips against her upraised buttocks, urgently grinding his manhood into her sensitised pussy as his grip tightened, nails biting almost painfully into the silken flesh of her inner-thighs.
“Ohh-ohhhh fuck…mmmm you dirty boy, please…cum for me, cum in mouth” she purred, her lips curling with a seductive smirk as she drank in the sight of her lover through glazed eyes, suddenly over whelmed by the need to taste him. “Oh yesss-I want it, let me suck you, I want to taste my pussy on your big fucking cock as I suck you dry…”
Grunting with pleasure, Daniel gave a quick nod of affirmation before cautiously edging back, withdrawing from her quivering folds and carefully lowering her lower half to the floor. Her pleasure befuddled mind barely registering the tingling numbness in her knees as his weight left her, Milla shakily pushed up from the carpet and pivoted around to find him looming over her, his rigid manhood, flushed deep crimson and roped from root to head with swollen veins, almost poking her eye out as it urgently awaited her attentions.
Licking her lips at the sight, her heart pounding excitedly with the thought of drinking his thick creamy seed, she cocked her head and traced her eyes up his torso, considering the splendour of his lightly toned abs and pectorals gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, to meet his lust-fogged orbs.
“Mmm…cum for me baby;” she purred, holding his gaze while flashing him a sultry smirk, before swooping down and hungrily taking just the pulsing head between her lips.
Closing her lips around the silky skin just beneath his corona, she suckled fiercely, practically raping him with her mouth, moaning at the heady cocktail of their combined flavours, as well as from the way her sex was convulsing to the echoing memory of his presence inside her, making her feel like he was still fucking her.
“Ohhh...fuck!” Daniel groaned in a tone low and strained, his head rolling back in heavenly pleasure at the feeling of her mouth enveloping him and his hands came up to hold the sides of her head, his fingers lacing through the silken strands of her hair.
Though not forcing her to take him any deeper, he had a firm hold on her to keep in place and watching him intently through sly eyes, smirking inwardly at the display of pleasure she had drawn from him, Milla curled her tongue around the organ’s sensitised tip, swirling it round and round. As her mouth worked her wonders, she brought her hands up, gently cupping the weight of his velvety sack in one while the other wrapped around his shaft, barely able to close her fingers around him, stroking the base in time with the motions of her tongue as she licked and sucked and moaned.
“Ughhh…Mi-Milla..I’m…I’m…” Daniel gasped, knees quaking and his voice hoarse with pleasure and urgency. Feeling his fingers tensing in her hair, signalling his imminent release, Milla didn’t relent and sucked enthusiastically while watching him squeeze his shut before emitting low groan as a stream of his thick, creamy seed erupted into her waiting orifice, splashing the back of her throat. Moaning happy, she greedily swallowed every drop as three more bursts of the salty elixir flooded her orifice. Though she had never really been a fan of swallowing, mostly out of fear of her pesky gag reflex, there was something about the taste of him that she found so addictive and it was only when she had drunk down all of his cum and his erection was beginning to soften did she release his shaft.
“Mmm…delicious.” she purred, licking all traces of his release from her lips and watching the tension flood from her youthful lover as he opened his eyes and blinked repeated through a surge of dizziness as his senses returned. Yet before he could say anything in response, a hand suddenly seized Milla’s shoulder and snatched her back, casting her to the floor. Landing on her back, she shock off her initial shock and looked up to find Sean kneeling over her, his crocked erection ready for action and standing rampant between knobbly legs covered in a pelt of wiry ginger curls, the curved head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. Damn youthful endurance!
“Hmm-my turn!” he said, a snide sneer playing across his weasel face. Panting with desire and still trembling with the aftershocks of so many simultaneous orgasms, she watched through hazy eyes as the fiery-haired youth spread her legs apart and shuffled forward, moving into position, and in her pleasure drunk state she never thought to protest. With a single hard thrust, he plunged into the pulsing liquid heat of her canal.
Though he was easily the smallest of her lovers tonight, in all regards, Milla couldn’t help gasping with delight at her own violation as she felt her well sodden womanhood take him in to his base, responding to his prescience by tightening around the turgid shaft, and delectable pleasure surged through her.
Emitting a low groan at the sensation of her plush walls creasing his engorged flesh, Sean didn’t waste a moment and bracing his arms just above her shoulders, looming over her like a lecherous fiend of myth, he began grinding into her, his hips rocking as he drew back before lunging forward like a barbarian, fucking her. His pace was uneven but fast and rough, and he employed a rhythm of erratic stabbing thrusts meant only to heighten his own pleasure, a self-serving kind often learnt from frequent masturbation and watching too much porn that had his features twisting with pleasure. Mewing at the intoxicating sensation of the shaft’s hooked head rubbing against the roof of her sheath, stimulating the sweet spot beneath her clitoris, Milla didn’t resist and wound her arms around his neck as her lithe form arched, hugging his thighs with her knees, mild but undeniable pleasure spiralling through her core.
“Ohhh yeah! You like it, don’t you whore.” Sean growled breathlessly, his misshapen manhood punching into her warm silken depths and balls slapping against her arse, the primitive pace growing more erratic as his pleasure built and perspiration dotted his skin. “Fuck…your pussy’s so wet and tight you fucking slut. Yea that’s it, Cum all over my cock. You like it don’t you? Ha! I bet this is the best fuck of your life, go on, scream how great this is, how my big dick is the best you’ve ever had!”
Trying to tune out the sound of the youth’s voice, Milla wanted to deny his bombastic accusation, yet her body was nonetheless responding to his mocking, trying to draw what pleasure she could from the fucking by raising her hips to meet his crude lunges. He barely filled the chilly void Daniel’s absence had left inside her but her head rolled back and little moans flowed from her parted lips while her nails hooked into this loathsome male’s shoulders, making him hiss with pain. No, she had to stop. This wasn’t who she was. She didn’t want this. She didn’t do things like this, didn’t enjoy things like this. This was so very wrong, it made her feel dirty and bad and…hot.
His head dipped, his thin lips claiming hers, forcing her mouth open and muffling her moans as his slimy tongue thrust into her orifice. She could taste the sour cocktail of alcohol and dehydration on his breath, yet despite her revulsion, she kissed back with equal gusto, tongues battling and teeth gnashing. Keeping up his brutal assault on her delicate womanhood, Sean held the lip lock until her oxygen-starved lungs were beginning to burn yet as he drew back, she snatched a quick breath before leaning up, catching his lower lip between her teeth and gnawing it savagely. Yelping in alarm, Sean’s hips suddenly bucked beneath, grinding deliciously against her bundle of nerves and making her gasp with delight as sparks of sweet pleasure burst behind her eyes. Using her momentary distraction to escape, the fiery haired delinquent moved downward, nipping a trail of fire down her milky flesh to the perky mounds of her breasts, the moist heat of his breath causing her skin to rise with goose bumps, capturing a coral pink nipple between his teeth and gnawing it ravenously. Feeling the sting of sharp edged incisors tugging her sensitised nub, making her skin crawl while stoking her desire, Milla began to squirm and writhe against his crude thrusts in search of greater pleasure. The rough treatment was enough to keep her on edge, making her nipples ach and abused pussy yearn for attention, yet far from adequate to push her over the edge.
As he worked to get himself off, Sean never noticed the titanic figure coming up behind him until a squeaky voice said; “Hey Sean, I want to fuck her too.”
The announcement made the ginger youth go suddenly still. Slowly releasing her brutalised breast, his breath rasping and lust-fogged eyes narrowing, he shot a look back across his shoulder. Following his gaze, Milla found the imposing form of Victor standing over them, his hairless body stripped naked with a renewed erection barely visible between marble chiselled thighs. Even in her deranged state, the sight was almost comical.
“Wait your turn Quick-Draw,” hissed Sean, a snide sneer twisting his lips as he laid another hard thrust into Milla to show his disdain.
“But I want a go at her now!” Even in such a unnaturally high and squeaky voice, the unspoken threat was as clear and deadly as a bared length of cold, naked steel and made all the clearer by the golem’s terrible look of determination. His confidence evaporating beneath that stern expression, Sean’s smile faltered and he glanced nervously between the lustful beauty lying beneath him and the muscular goon, the only thing protecting him from Daniel and Marco’s terrible vengeance.
For a long moment he was torn, no more willing to give up one than he was to lose or enrage the other, then his smirk returned, flashing a glimpse of predatory teeth, and Milla felt her stomach roll with a forbidding sense of dread as his eyes settled upon her.
“Very well…” With a sudden burst of strength, the youth lurched sideways, rolling them over, causing her to gasp with alarm as her body was dragged with him and their positions switched. Finding herself sitting upright, she could only look dazedly between the pair, her world spinning until she felt hands curling around her hips and cool fingers hooking between her buttocks, spreading her open and sending a shiver of foreign sensations racing up her spine. “Fuck her here.”
And the reality of her situation came crashing down as a cold wash cascading down her back.
“What! You’re-you’re joking right? No! No you can’t! I don’t want-I’ve never-no!” she cried, trying to break free by thrashing violently and pushing away from Sean’s body, but the male’s grip was too strong and her current position meant her every motion caused the cock inside her to lurch and her sensitised clitoris to grind against his pelvis, sending reluctant pleasure shooting along her nervous-system, weakening her resolve. Heart thundering, she threw a desperate look back over her shoulder at Victor, hoping against hope the brute might be repulsed by the suggestion of fucking her arse, but too her dismay his face seemed to have lighten up at the prospect.
“Really? Cool!” In his jubilation, his voice sounded more like a giant mouse’s squeak than a voice and in any other circumstance Milla would have found it a comical spectacle, but her thoughts were too consumed with dread. With baited breath, she watched the titan sinking to his knees behind her then unable to watch anymore, she looked away, starring doggedly ahead, refusing to look at either of her molesters; especially Sean. Just the thought of seeing his cocky weasel smirk and pale eyes gleaming victoriously was more than she could stand.
Hands seized her waist, huge and rough as sand paper against her softer skin, holding her steady as an immense bulk bore down on her from behind, pressing her further down upon the shaft spearing her pussy. Then she felt it, the blunt, moistened tip of the brute’s cock, clumsily prodding the cleft of her buttocks. Three times he missed and she couldn’t help but gasp as each jab bumped against her tail bone or tender unaccustomed skin and sent a rush of sensations shooting through her. When he hit his mark, she sensed a terrible pressure pressing against her anus, the tight little ring of muscle tightening on reflex, trying to keep the invading mass out. Regardless, Victor pushed on; forcing his cock’s tapered head through her sphincter into the dry heat of her virgin arse.
Eyes watering and palms braced against Sean’s chest, her nails biting into his flesh and breath hissing through clenched teeth, Milla wanted to scream as she felt her body opening, stretching to accommodate the hard length. Sharp stinging pain burned outwards from her abused hole as the giant drove into her without mercy and deep down she knew she need to relax or the pain would only grow worse, but her muscles had tensed involuntarily and even Victor’s diminutive shaft felt suddenly huge.
“Ohh-fuck-yea…she likes it Victor. When you put your dick in her ass, this slut’s pussy got so tight I almost fucking blew a load. I-fuck-bet she can’t wait to get double barrelled…. ”moaned Sean, bidding his time and remaining still beneath her, basking in the feeling of her inner walls clenching around him as Victor forced her toned derriere to take him all in.
“It’s fucking incredible!” squeaked Victor, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried the last inch of his dick in her rectum, almost losing himself in her rear passage’s exquisite tightness. Saved only by the lingering desensitisation brought about by his last orgasm, he didn’t waste a moment and slowly dragged his length halfway out before driving back in, working his hips back and forth, sawing in and out of her tiny butt hole, growling and panting like a wild beast.
Pinned between the two hard bodies, Milla had no choice but to weather the storm as unadulterated shame burned a hole in her soul and foreign, but not entirely unfamiliar, sensations savaged her body. Her arse was blazing yet no matter how much she wanted to ease the burning agony, to reach back and stop the burly youth, her body wouldn’t respond to her commands, her tense muscles frozen in tight paralysis, and no words would form so she was forced to endure the unweathering barrage. Then slowly, with fatigue and exhaustion beginning to take their heavy toll, her tired muscles began to relax and the fiery torment ravaging her anus melted away to leave a feeling of numbness before blooming into a feeling of deep tingling pleasure. It was far from jaw dropping, but she could sense the pressure moving through her and, to her eternal disgust and self-loathing, she began to pant with elation at the sensation of each stroke getting faster and harder as Victor’s entrances became easier, until the brute was fucking her full force.
Then, sensing the change stirring within her, with a gay whoop Sean began to move beneath her, his hips bucking and crocked cock stabbing her depths, sending a shiver of abject pleasure rippling through her. Her body responded instinctively, a flurry of gasps and short moans escaping her throat at the feeling of their hard lengths driving into her, sending her soaring into a sexual haze. N-no…this can’t be happening!
“What a dirty fucking whore. You like it don’t you? Both your holes are twitching, I bet you just love taking two cocks at once like some back alley whore. Yeah that’s right…take them…take them you horny fucking slut!” grunted Sean, emphasising each guttural slur with a sharp upwards thrust that rubbed along the slick roof of her grasping sheath and sent mini shocks of sensations pulsing through her core.
“Fu-fuck you…you bastards…no…no…not so hard!” she muttered, gnawing her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from uttering any further hints of desire as the pair began to fuck her in unison, her body rocking as they used both her nether holes for their pleasures. It was random and chaotic, with both youths contesting in a race to reach their gratification first, without a thought for a rhythm or coordination. One instant, they would drive into her as one, making her skin feel suddenly too tight and heart thunder, then Victor would draw out suddenly whilst Sean was still languishing in her muggy embrace and they would slide in and out of successively, speeds varying until once again they would slam into her at once. It was dark and primitive and with none of the fluidity she need to ride to release, just a barbaric hunger that constantly pummelled her fragile being, repeatedly dragging her towards a wretched peak only to suddenly cast her down.
Milla had never felt so ashamed. To know this was happening, worse, she was allowing it to happen, betraying everyone she loved, just to save her carrier, made her feel like such a slut. Desperate to distract herself from the perverted reality of her situation, she glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye and pivoted to see a naked Daniel moving around the mass of bodies to sit beside the equally naked Marco on the bed. They sat straight backed, rigged and tense, a difficult silence hanging over them, their eyes darting around the room, not looking at each other but careful to avoid any glance towards the spectacle taking place before them in the centre of the room. Daniel took a breath, opened his mouth as if to speak, held it there, then shut it again, the do or die, first into the breach, momentum dying away as the weight of the nights events suddenly bore down on them and it was finally Marco who broke the stalemate. Though their exchange appeared heated, in her current state Milla hadn’t a hope of hearing what was being said over the barrage of grunts and moans filling her ears; she could only hope their friendship survived this ordeal.
A male body moved round from her opposite side to stand in front of her, blocking her view of Marco and Daniel and presenting her with a slender, but very erect, cut penis. Confronted by the sudden vision masculinity staring her in the eye, she glanced up, drinking in the gracefully willow frame and pale ivory skin, to find Charlie’s aged, stubble roughened face gazing placidly back down at her. Though he didn’t say a word, his meaning was plain. Knowing what he wanted, she saw little point in resisting. Opening her lips, she bent forward, taking the neglected phallus’s glistening crown and velvety length into her mouth. At the feeling of her soft lips wrapping around his sensitive manhood, Charlie gasped in sweet wonderment and his hands came up to fist in her dishevelled mass of dark chocolate tresses as she began sucking him off while Sean and Victor continued pummelling her mercilessly from behind and below.
“Hey! Wait…guys…that’s not fair! I don’t want her hand again. I’ve already had a hand job! Now I want to fuck her too!” bawled Eric in a whining childish tone, causing Milla to glance to her right where she could just make him out, standing on the edge of her vision, small and round and unashamedly stroking his renewed erection as he watched the scene unfold with unshed tears shinning in his eyes. He made a pathetic spectacle, like a spoilt, fully-grown toddler crying for another bag of sweets.
“Ughhh…Don’t be su-such a baby Eric… does it look like she has another hole for you to fuck her? And I’m not about to share this tight pussy-fuck! Her pussy’s getting so wet from sucking Eric off, ohhh…yea that’s it! Squeeze my dick dry slut-so shut up and just enjoy whatever you get.” snapped Sean, panting with pleasure as he drove into her at an ever more erratic pace, drawing closer and closer to his second release of the night. “You-you’re so pathetic, you should consider yourself the luckiest motherfucker on earth we even let you join in.”
“But Sean…”
“It’s okay Sean,” interrupted victor. “You remember that girl I dated last year, Miranda, she had a thing for anal and would often stick her dildo up my arse while we were fucking, sometimes she would even fuck me with a huge strap-on she kept under her bed, so if the fat little piggy’s really that desperate he can-”
The vale lifted in the blink of an eye and Eric looked suddenly applaud by the suggestion. “What! Fuck no! I’m not gay Victor, you faggot!”
“Fuck you Eric! You’re only gay if you’re attracted to men and want to suck cock,” snapped the brute, his absurdly high voice rising even higher in his fury and his skin, stretched tight over rippling muscles, flushed to the colour of a baby tomato. “An arse is just another hole to fuck, and as I’m the one who’ll be getting buggered ether come over here and stick your dick in me, or just piss off, go jerk off somewhere. I don’t really care which.”
Cowed by the naked fury in the larger male’s voice, the rounded youth looked down at his feet and shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot before moving around outside of Milla’s line-of-sight. She shifted to follow but Charlie’s grip on her hair held her steady and so, desperate to distract herself from the storm of sensations ravaging her lower body, she gave up and focused all her attention on worshiping his cock. Sucking furiously and bobbing her head, she slid back along his length before swopping down, taking him deeper on every swing until his fleshy cap was banging against the back of her throat, yet she could only moan at the musky flavour spilling over her tongue, her throat relaxed and the agony of her gag reflex just a distant memory. Groaning pleasure thick sounds, Charlie quickly began rolling his hips with her motions, trying to receive more of the wondrous sensations as his iron hold in her hair forced her to take him deeper and faster. And for a brief time the trick seemed to work, for focused as she was on the job in mouth, she felt detached, almost disembodied, from the foreign forces moving within her.
Then something new off balanced her. First, she felt Victor shudder and release a long, low breath that tickled the hairs along the back of her neck. Then he doubled over, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as the cock in her arse seemed to become even harder, and she knew Eric had taken him up on his offer.
It was awkward, at first, but after a moment the pair fell into rhythm and Milla could feel the doughy male’s thrusts into the brute’s tight checks as a drumming echo rippling through the layers of muscle to reverberate through her anus as Victor drove into her at the same instant. In the back of her mind, Milla couldn’t help envisioning the scene unfolding behind her. Victor, so huge and powerful with bronzed skin stretched tight over bulging muscles and glistening with of perspiration, doubled over with his features locked in a mask of pleasure as Eric, red faced and panting, drove into his arse mercilessly. Despite his objections, the rounded youth was taking to the anal dalliance like a natural, eagerly venting his frustration out on the larger male’s arsehole and fucking him with ill-disguised delight, his fleshy body jiggling with each fresh plunge. The thought sent a kinky thrill straight down to her core. Ohhh…god no! Wh-why is this turning me on?
Sucking with a mad fury, she worked the cock in her mouth with all the fever of a professional as Charlie clutched at her head with both hands and began bucking and thrusting into her moist orifice, trying to distract herself once more from the liquid desire surging through her veins, igniting an all too familiar fire in her core. Yet it did no good. The room was heavy with the scent of sex. Every breath flooded her lungs with the musky aroma of sweaty man-flesh, causing a fog to fall over her thoughts as her ears rang with the repeating slapping of flesh on flesh and the deep throaty sobs and moans of pleasure. Her clit, swollen and in desperate need of attention, was throbbing. Her nipples were painfully tight, aching for devotion, and before she realised what she was doing, one of her hands relinquished their perch on Sean’s torso to creep up her toned abdomen and cup the swell of her left breast, kneading it the way only she knew how while twisting the pebbled nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Just that simple touch was enough to send tingling feelings surging down to her neglected clit and she couldn’t resist moaning around the dick in her mouth. Unaccustomed to being so helpless, she longed to grab them as her hips began rolling and pushing against the shafts hammering her twitching holes, riding them and pivoting in just the right angle to quicken the heat massing slowly within her while the press of bodies kept her restrained, bound like a rag doll.
Then, just as the fires began creeping from her core as fingers of molten passion, the vision of her masturbating became too much for her oppressors and she suddenly felt Sean stiffen beneath her.
“Ohhh yea! Here I fucking cum!” he roared, his hips bucking off the carpet in two last upward thrusts before his length suddenly swelled and erupted within her, unleashing thick streams of his molten seed deep into her grasping sheath.
Milla wanted to protest, to shout that she wasn’t ready, but sensing the heat blossoming deep within her, mixing with the cum already deposited in her womb, she knew it was already too late. Making a quick mental note to call her G.P first thing in the morning, she then felt a sudden, kinky thrill as she realised, for the third time in less than an hour, a man had climaxed inside her; and she liked it.
Good, I really have become a slut. The thought sent a shudder of desire thundering through her body and the way her muscles tightened and convulsed around his cock, coupled with the feeling of Eric repeatedly hammering his prostate, pushed Victor over the edge. Shaking, his back curling and shaven head falling back against the smaller male’s shoulder, he exhaled a strangled squeak and drove into her arse to the hilt, his cock twitching, firing a thick tide deep into her brutalised bowls at the exact the moment Eric succumbed to his own bliss and filled the burly giant’s tight arse with cum.
Her muscles tensing, hungrily milking the shafts buried inside her, Milla could tell her legs were on the verge of giving way as the hot fluids slashing against her inner walls sent pulsing shivers along her nerve centre. Nonetheless, by the way he was throbbing against her tongue, and the increasingly desperate speed with which he was fucking her mouth, she could tell Charlie wasn’t far behind his companions. With her vocalisations still reverberating down his length, the beauty, determined to finish him quickly, breathed in a deep breath through her nostrils then exhaled, sending a rush of warm air spilling across the organ, tickling the tip and creasing the sensitised glands.
“Aarrohhh!” gasped Charlie in a splutter of chocked sound as, surprised and overwhelmed, he gave one last wild thrust all the way into her muggy orifice. His fingers tightened to a white knuckled grip on the roots of her hair, forcing her to hold him in as his cock swelled and pulsed, shooting thick streams of salty cum down her throat. The sudden jet made Milla cough and splutter, but recovering quickly, she swallowed and drank down every drop, moaning happily, until his orgasm subsided.
And with that, the deed was done and Milla Jovovich, budding actress and glamour model, had experienced her first gangbang.
Overwhelmed by sheer force of the three simultaneous blasts, the foursome collapsed together in a huddle of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs. Panting hard as the after glows burned through them, it was a full two minutes before any of the youths could muster the will to move, and then it was only to shakily stagger to their feet , withdrawing their softening shafts from her body and leaving the beauty huddled in a ball on the bedroom floor.
“Wo-wow…that…that was bloody brilliant…”panted Sean, his chest heaving and face suddenly as red as the hair covering his body, as he stumbled almost drunkenly about trying to pull his trousers over his legs. His companions each made similar remarks and comments of agreement, yet Milla was in no state to take note and only half watched them out of the corner of one eye while hugging her knees to her chin, trying to ignore the dull fire burning down between her thighs.
”Grrrrrrr…there! You’ve got what you wanted!”, Marco growled angrily, the low and deadly tone of her brother’s voice causing Milla to twist dazedly around to discover her brother seething on his bed, his naked body almost shaking with inexpressible anger as he clutched the rumpled sheets with a bone white grip. Beside him, Daniel sat poised, thin lips drawn tight and his handsome face overshadowed by a stern emotionless mask, concealing his emotions, and muscles tensed, a low tremoring just visibly running through him as he prepared to spring at the slightest provocation. “Now destroy those fucking videos!”
Pulling his last article of clothing over his head, Sean appeared unmoved by the veiled threat and smirked broadly before reaching into his jean pocket and retrieving his phone. Unlocking the screen, he flicked through a few options before his eyes suddenly widened in a look of mock surprise that sent a surge of dread rushing down to the pit of Milla’s stomach.
“Oohhhh I’m so sorry, we deleted those recordings ages ago; while you were watching Danny there fucking you’re sister as it happens.” His grin broadening, he turned the around to show them the phone’s empty gallery. “Didn’t I mention it? Well, no harm done,” he shrugged his shoulders offhandedly and turned his eyes down towards Milla; the cruel amusement reflected back at her making his irises gleam like quicksilver. “And after watching how wantonly she begged for both your cocks, we knew a slut like her wouldn’t refuse us…if given the right incentive.”
His words cut so deeply, the beauty suddenly felt as if she been pitched through a sheet of thick ice and was plunging through the black frigid waters of a bottomless sea of self-loathing; the weight of her own disgust crushing down on her
“You bastards!” Marco roared, but before either he or Daniel could rise, the group retreated, throwing open the bedroom door and slipping out in all of an instant, flooding the room with the sounds from the party stilling raging below, the inhabitants somehow gleefully oblivious to the activities having taken place above their heads. And as the door closed in her abusers’ wake, muffling the uproar once more, Milla had never felt so desolate, so hopeless, so…lost.
Am I a slut? The question rang hollow in her ears, a mocking whisper, taunting her as, in the back of her consciousness, she became aware of a warm, thick substance leaking from her pussy and rolling down her thighs. Am I a slut? She was not an innocent, nor delusional enough to try to think of herself as one. She enjoyed sex. Even in her early teens, she had considered herself a sexual creature and had taken every opportunity to explore her sexuality. Yet never before had she experienced anything like she had tonight; nor endured such a barrage of conflicting, thrilling sensations. Am I a fucking slut?
She could say she’d had no choice, that she was doing it to save her career, or that it had been the only way she could protect Marco. Yet she could not lie to herself, and deep down she’d know, she’d always know, she liked it. She’d wanted it all; everything, from the moment she’d stepped into the room to catch her brother masturbating, even getting gangbanged had played to her darker fantasises.
It was all so strange, so dirty. Although the merest thought of Sean and his cronies pawing at her body, like ravenous hyenas devouring a baby antelope alive, made her skin crawl, the feeling of holding them all inside her, of being stretched and brutalised and dominated completely, was all at once so intense and yet woefully inadequate she had been brought to the brink of insanity. Even now, when the storm had passed, she could still feel the itch buzzing in her core, the liquid heat pulsing between her thighs, and she longed to suffer that maddening intensity once more, if only their clumsy stabbing had begun and release that slow burning ember deep inside her…
The soft, rhythmic thumping of feet walking across the floor broke her thoughts. Twisting towards the source of the commotion, the reverberations traveling through the carpet to echo in her ears, she was slightly taken to discover Daniel and Marco standing over her, one broad and gloriously muscular, the other lean and spindly, both naked and hard as steel. God bless youthful endurance!
Her heart hammering excitedly as butterflies fluttered in her stomach, she opened her suddenly dry mouth to question them but before she could utter a word, Daniel bent down, hooked both of his strong hands beneath her armpits and hoisted her up off the floor. Squealing in alarm, she instinctively threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as Danny crushed her to his muscular torso and trailed his hands down to grip her firm buttocks. Tipping her head back, she felt a hot thrill surge down her back at the look of hunger burning in his gaze an instant before his lips claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss of equal raging passion.
Sensing his rampant arousal pressing against her swollen folds, demanding entry, she could only moan into their embrace, teeth gnashing and tongues dancing, as he lowered her onto his shaft, a deep lustful moan spilling from her lips at the feeling of the swollen crown splitting her folds and filling her depths. Still wet with desire, her body remembered his size and adjusted to his presence as her inner-walls enveloped his hard cock inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within her snug embrace. Yet he did not linger and no sooner had he fully lowered her onto his shaft than he resumed fucking her, withdrawing almost all the way out before driving back in with a sudden upwards surge, raising a hard pounding rhythm, his hips rising and falling in hard, fast strokes while powerful hands supported her weight with ease.
Her back curling at the feeling of him passing in and out of her slit, driving into her over and over again with hard thrusts, the beauty tore her lips from his and tossed her head back, eyes bulging and mouth open, hollering a ragged cry at the repeating feeling of fullness reaching deep inside her, stretching her to capacity. Wrapping her long legs around his waist and crossing them over his tight gyrating buttocks, pushing him even deeper into her warmth, she used the hold as leverage to rock upon his thick shaft as her core erupted with fiery pleasure, sending hot shivers spiralling along her nerves to tingle in the tips of her fingers and toes. Sensing the fire-wreathed pressure gathering in her abdomen, marking the resurrection of her building climax, rising like a phoenix from the ashes, Milla was certain none of her other lover’s had ever penetrated, no; had ever fucked her so deeply as this Adonis. Moving right with him, meeting her lover plunge for maddening plunge, Milla could only moan and pant and scream with wild abandon. Carried by sheer burning desire, she rode him with all the feverish bravo of a cowgirl breaking a wild stallion and hungrily rammed herself down onto his hard shaft, her inner walls coaxed into grasping convulsions around the hard length every time he was fully embedded within her. “Oohhh wow-ffuck… ohhhh… yes…yes…fuck me! Fuck me!”
“Fuck…ughh god! Your pussy’s so small…so wet…yea ride my dick baby!” Grunting at the feeling of her innermost reassess tightening around his hard flesh, his nails biting into her succulent rump, Daniel heaved her up, raising her almost all the way off his shaft only to bring her crashing down as he thrust upward. They both shuddered and gasped ragged breaths as he forced her to take him deeper.
Delighting in the sudden shock of him splitting her open, Milla lost all self-control. Leaning back, her arms drawing tight and spine bowing, supported only by his powerful hands, she surrendered to his will as he began driving into her with fresh vigour, this new angle giving him the perfect leverage with which to fuck her. Greedily devouring her offering like some great lustful beast of ancient mythos, Daniel brought her up and down in a fierce crashing tide of raw hunger and desire, his hips rocking and grinding against her pelvis with such intensity, as though intending to ruin her for any other lover to come after.
“Oohhhh…ohhh…oh god! Your cock is so big…so deep…ohhhh I can barely take it…Ohhhh-fuck! Fuck! Fuck…so huge…incredible! Aaaaoohhhh…Yes…yes…YES!” His cock felt like a solid rod of titanium, tightly wrapped in living silk, was ripping her in half, reaching deep inside her, so very deep inside her he could barely fit. She was so wet, her nectar was rolling down her thighs in rivulets as his huge shaft moved in and out of her with ease, eliciting a wet echoing slapping resonance, and he was able to put himself as deep inside her as her body could take him and it felt so incredible. Eyes wide and mouth-frozen agape, nearly screaming with each herculean thrust, she could barely breathe through the inferno of wondrous pleasure overwhelming her senses, pulsing through her veins with each quickening heartbeat as he sent her rushing towards her peak.
Seeming to sense that she was drawing close, he kept up his assault unchecked, fucking her in perfect time as he hoisted her up and down, his hard, steady strokes unaffected either by fatigue or by the pressure surly gathering in his loins, mounting bit by bit with each demonic thrust, building towards his inevitable creamy completion.
“Oh my god…oh my god…Its too big…all the way-ohhhh-in my stomach…but-ohmygod-so good…like you’re splitting me in two…so good. Oohhhh God don’t stop! Don’t Stop! Harder…fuck me harder…bounce me up and down on your dick…make me take it…give my tight pussy every fucking inch of your big coohh- ohh-ohhhh!” Caught in the throes of ecstasy, she clawed his back, her perky breasts bouncing with his rhythm, his hands lifting and lowering her, controlling her as through she was nothing but a rag doll. The La petite mort almost upon her, she gazed up at him in utter rapture, held captive by the darkening storm of lust glazing his fierce blue eyes, the intensity of his gaze drawing her into the very depths of his soul and she greedily sought to etch every part of his expression into her memory. The way his jaw tensed every time their bodies joined. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen and proved to be just the catalyst she needed to finally push her over the edge. “Oohhh my god…ohhh…this is sooo…fucking good…ohhh shit! You’re going to make me cum again…ah-ah-ah-ah-yes-yes-yes…you’re going to make me cum…ooooh fuck yes! You’re going to-ohmygod-ohmygod-I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
It took all of a few moments, from start to summit, for him to bring her to climax. The dam broke. A pulse ripped through her body. Fiery pleasure blossomed in her abdomen, coursing through her veins in white-hot rivers of wildfire as she began to tremble uncontrollably, tossing her head from side to side, fireworks bursting behind both eyes, and lips spreading in a wide toothy smile as the full force of the powerful orgasm washed over her. In her delirium, she never noticed Daniel’s sideways glance, his subtle nod, or the shadowy form moving behind her as he continued pounding her. He hammered her relentlessly through the release, heightening her pleasure, sending her spiralling towards another even as her walls clamped down upon his throbbing shaft, holding him tight with all her might, and smothering him with her sticky nectar. God, his stamina is amazinowww! What the fuck?
Seizing the moment, Marco had come upon her from behind. Taking advantage of his sister’s distraction, he moved without making a sound, his long dextrous fingers hooking over her hips to steady her as he manoeuvred into position. Lost in a fog of pleasure, her senses dulled by the powerful orgasm still raging through her, Milla sensed rather than felt the presence at her back and the swollen shaft rising between her already partially spread buttocks.
Eyes widening, her limbs shaking all the more violently as her climax, refusing to subside, seemed to grow all the stronger at the realisation of what was about to happen, the beauty threw her head around but could only glimpse Marco out of the corner of her eye so looked up to find Daniel looking back at her knowingly. With a mischievous grin playing at the corner of his thin lips, the youth plunged into her warmth, her head spinning at the feeling of him stretching and filling her sensitised sheath, before tightening his grip on her to still her gyrating hips; holding her tight against him as the head of her brother’s cock began pressing against her anus.
After being so brutally broken-in by the herculean Victor, her abused sphincter did not resist. Through the fog of fire and pulsing bliss, she felt an awesome pressure of hot rubbery flesh forcing its way through the tight gateway of her flawless arse, popping easily past the ring of muscle and pressing her into Daniel. It hurt, but not as before. There was no pain, no burning agony, only a momentary numbness followed by an uncomfortable strained tightness; like she was already being stretched to her limit with only the head inside her. However, Marco was not done and continued pressing his advantage, gently rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, working centimetre after centimetre of his cock deep into the tight grip of her seamen slickened bowels. Whimpering softly, barely able to breathe through the intense sensation of her brother’s dick slowly filling her back passage, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body, Milla, acting on impulse, curled forward to bite down, hard, upon Daniel’s shoulder, tasting a splash of copper against the salt of his skin as her inner walls clenched involuntarily around him. His jaw tight, chiselled muscles bulging with the strain of remaining still, he groaned as her teeth grated painfully on bone while her plush sheath convulsed in vice-like contractions around his hard shaft. Then finally, with one last push, Marco had completely buried his whole cock in her luscious derrière and the turbulent concoction of pleasure mixing with the feeling of sheer unparalleled fullness brought her to orgasm, right in the midst of her last.
They remained like that for a moment and in all her life, Milla had never felt so full. Pinned and suspended, sandwiched between her two young lovers, impaled upon their hard cocks, pressed fast against their hard bodies, their skin deliciously cool against the primal heat radiating from her core, it was as if every fibre of her being was stretching to accommodate these two studs. Visibly shaking as the force of the combined orgasms crashed over her, her pulse thundering in her ears and vision dancing with white dots flashing before her rolling eyes, she felt as if she was floating and the last coherent part of her brain realised she was in real danger of losing consciousness. The embrace was so erotic, however, that she couldn’t have cared less and yearned for more as she began tingly from head to toe. Two…two cocks feel so good!
“Ohhh-wow…fuck! Even after getting fucked by Victor, your asshole is still so tight; but don’t worry sis. I’ll take care of that.” she heard Marco promise through the haze fogging her thoughts, just as her orgasms began to ebb. He sounded far away, yet his mouth was so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and recognise that sinful, mischievous tone she knew all too well. Then, without further ado, she felt him drawing back, causing her entire body to shudder as her arse tensed, sucking at his shaft and trying to hold him in. He carried on regardless, his motions slow and purposeful, gradually dragging half his length from her bowel’s embrace before pushing back in a little more firmly then repeating the proses, siring a rhythm that quickly had her squeezing her eyes shut in sensory overload.
Clinging to Daniel as if her life depended upon it, as though he was her very anchor to reality, a pained whimper escaped Milla, the slight sting of her muscles stretching to accommodate so much persisting until her arse began to relax, giving way to such a deep sense of pleasure. No doubt able to feel her body opening up to him, Marco held nothing back; withdrawing until only the bulbous crown remained inside her tight bowls then slamming back in, making his sister’s eyes pop open in surprise.
“Aoohh! Ohhhh-yesss!” she moaned into Daniel’s shoulder, her heart pounding and nails biting deep half-moons into the hard muscles of his back as she felt the solid heat of Marco’s dick sawing in and out of her arse. The sensation was so intense and wildly exciting that she thought she would combust; and she could feel her body shaking, the pounding pressure, coupled with her awesome feeling of fullness and the huge cock pulsing and throbbing deep within her, flooding her senses with the rawest sense of pleasure. Yet before she could begin to comprehend this barrage of new sensations, Daniel broke his fast and resumed rolling his hips, churning and grinding into her warmth, and the feeling of them both suddenly moving inside her had her throwing her head back, a voiceless cry billowing from her rosy lips as every nerve in her clitoris went supernova.
Working together, the pair forged a relentless rhythm with one driving in while the other withdrew; thrusting-drawing-thrusting-drawing…
“Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-holy…fuck!” Eyes wide and mewing breathlessly, Milla felt like she was about to combust from the delicious friction of both cocks moving inside her, rubbing against the thin membrane that divided them, making her pussy run wet with dew and sending bursts of white-hot fire surging along her nerves. It was torture; it was ecstasy, as absolute as it was unbearable. Losing herself in the feeling of being so full, so stretched, of arms encompassing her and hot flesh rubbing against her skin, Milla constantly needed to remind herself to breath as her sense of awareness leapt between the huge cock stretching her sex, the deep sense of fullness radiating through her arse and the needy throbbing of her clit. Overwhelmed, her body began adding its own motions, twisting and wriggling and riding the hard shafts, her muscles convulsing as the inner-walls of her pussy and rectum grew swollen and oversensitive, dissolving into writhing spirals of molten fire.
“Fuck… your pussy’s getting tighter.” Danny growled, the deep resonance of his voice sending hot shivers down her spine. It was then she noticed his handsome face tilted towards her, his jaw tight and those piercing blue eyes dark with lust, watching her with a smouldering intensity that had her stomach winding into tight knots. “And that expression is so sexy. Do you really love taking two cocks at once so much?” He was emphasising each word with a hard thrust, his pelvic bone teasing her clit mercilessly. “Why don’t you tell us which you like best Milla? What’s better, my dick in your pussy or your brother’s in that tight little asshole?”
“Urghhh… I ca-can’t decide… they both feel so good! Oh Fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck…I’m so-so full-oh fuck-fuck!” Deep down, she knew the question should have repulsed her, yet his words were so coarse and dirty, it only excited her further. “Ohhh boys… ohhh boys… oh-ohhh you’re such bad, dirty boys… ohhh-my-god… I love it… fuck me harder… yes… yes…”
She was a vision of passion; rocking and bouncing and grinding between them, perky breasts jiggling, her features contorting with unearthly pleasure, and urging them on amidst ragged breaths, her orgasm building like a great black storm upon the horizon. This wasn’t like it had been with Sean and his little friends. That had been so different, so violent and primitive, with them using her as a piece of meat, a tool for their own gratification. None of it could have prepared her for this, these sensations coursing through her veins like carnal wild fire. The intensity, the friction, the fullness, the sheer… feeling of it all, nothing was as it should be. She was just so sensitive, every feeling felt amplified and enhanced, pushing her towards the highest pinnacle of pleasure as heat, delicious glorious orgasmic fire, reached out from her core, spreading through every fibre of her being to consume her body and soul. Goddamn, it was too good. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
“Ohhh fuck Milla… your ass is amazing!” Marco groaned into her ear, his breath washing over the back of her neck and sending hot shivers down her spine. “It’s so tight and slippery and–fuck-squeezing my dick so tightly… ughhh… god this is the greatest birthday present ever!”
Somewhere in the dark forgotten recess of her brain, Milla registered Danny growling something in response, but she couldn’t make sense of his words through the sudden fog of pleasure blanketing her thoughts. A sparkle caught her eye, a twinkle of starlight falling though the heavens. Peering through the haze, she discerned a bead of sweet trickling down his neck, leaving a glistening trail down the stretched skin. Entranced, she leant forward to scoop up the bead of perspiration before dragging her tongue back up the slick, delighting in the salty flavour of his skin and drawing a low growl from Daniel, before taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth. She suckled it wantonly, her every thought focused on teasing the fleshy nub until an anonymous hand suddenly slapped her stretched backside and the shock of the delicious sting had her realising the lobe in a surprised gasp, her head rolling back onto Marco’s shoulder. Not missing a beat, her brother claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, his silky his tongue sweeping past her bruised and swollen lips to pillage her orifice while another set of lips suddenly envelop her right breast, sucking greedily and sending electricity zipping through her bosom.
Relishing their touch, her back curled, arching into Daniel’s mouth as his tongue circles her pebbled nipple, offering herself to him while slipping one of her hands from his shoulder and dragging her manicured nails down his broad torso before coiling the limb back around Marco’s neck. Drunk on the hot, tingling sensations that were coursing through her body, she kissed her brother back with equal hunger, teeth gnashing and tongues duelling, nearly devouring him with her need. Her senses were ablaze from the sensations rushing through her nervous system and her whole world suddenly shrunk down to just the feeling of the fierce fires raging in her core, the silky tongue circling and lashing her oversensitive bud, and the shafts sliding back and forth; impaling her, pounding her, fucking her. Oh God, she was so close, she felt like she was about to burst with glorious pleasure. This wasn’t sex. She was sex. She was sex embodied and personified, from the molten fires raging in her core to the desperate need pulsing through her clit and the tingling in her fingertips. She was Aphrodite. She was Isis. She was Venus. She was the goddess and the moon and the stars above. Yes! I’m a slut, and god save me, I love it! I fucking love it! I-I…
“UUurrrggghhhhh…” Milla gasped, dragging her mouth from Marco’s, before she threw her head back and a desperate, primitive sound of pure ecstasy burst from her lips as the sudden epiphany sent the tight knot of fiery tension at her centre supernova.
In that moment, time seemed to hold its breath and she had a sudden inexplicable sense of rising before the calm abruptly descended upon her. Frozen in a state of limbo, with all perceptions of time forgotten, her heartbeat roaring in her ears and her body vibrating with a subtle, inexpressible tension, she hung upon that precipice for what seemed an eternity before finally plummeting back down to earth, her climax surging over her with ragging intensity. Eyes rolling, muscles clenching, she desperately tried to give voice to her pleasure, but the words stuck in her throat and all that escaped was a strangled gasp before she began to tremble and writhe uncontrollably in her lovers’ arms, the waves of pleasure ripping through her, sweeping her away on a tide of euphoria.
Daniel and Marco weren’t done with her, however, and beneath the storm of fire and ecstasy Milla could feel them quickening inside her, their synchronised rhythm coming undone as her inner-walls convulsed around them, becoming rougher, wilder and more erratic, then falling apart completely.
Marco was the first to break.
“Oh fuck sis, It’s so hot watching you cu-fuck-fuck…” he grunted, the moist warmth of his breath spilling over the sensitive spot that joined her neck and shoulder in short, quick gasps, before his mouth attacked the side of her neck, the wetness of his tongue swirling over her sweet spots in a way he knew drove her wild. He was close, the rational, almost dormant part of her mind warned, and true to her prediction, moments later his thrusts began hastening with the urgency of his nearing release. Her brother held nothing back, driving into her with a quick furious tempo that made her arse feel electrified and had her rebounding against Daniel’s motions in the perfect angle for his pelvis to continue rubbing against her throbbing clit, the repeating friction against the little bundle of nerves causing sunspots to flicker before her eyes. Yet Danny only groaned at the feeling of her muscles clenching around him, the low sound reverberating through her bosom while his tongue flittered over her painfully stiff nipple. His strokes were growing ever more intense and purposeful, making her feel every inch, ridge and vein of the magnificent cock ramming into her, the mushroom-shaped head striking her deepest, sweetest spots with each plunge, birthing writhing tongues of white fire that surged through her pulsing core to the tips of her fingers and toes.
They were relentless, never slowing, their powerful hands squeezing the firm mounds of her arse with bruising intensity, supporting her and manipulating her, fucking her, pushing her on, dragging her orgasm out longer and longer, making her tingle from head to toe. They moved as one but at the same time with complete indifference to each other, together but also separate, one fucking her with wild abandon, the other playing her body with all the precision and skill of a London orchestra. Losing all control, she could do nought but cling to them for dear life, utterly at their mercy, their low moans filling her ears and the musky aroma of sex infesting every breath, the waves growing and lengthening and sweeping over her with greater and greater force until she could no longer tell where one ended and the next began.
“…Fucking dicks…ohhh yea…give them to me…yes…yes-yes-ah-ahh-aaooohhhhhh!” The words burst from her in a ragged cry as she tried to snatch life-preserving breaths amidst a crescendo of sobbing cries, the world spinning around their tangled bodies. Even before the waves had passed, her body was mounting the crest of another climax, the fires sweeping through her...no, she had to stop, needed to catch her breath, she r from couldn’t take it, it was too good, too… Hot. I’m so…so hot…my pussy…my ass…they’re melting Oohhh god… no! It’s too much…I’m going crazy…I’m going…I’m going…”
Unable to stay in sync, they rammed into her with unbridled vigour, their hips slapping wetly against her skin as her nectar ran down her thighs in rivulets, each powerful thrust driving her against the next, so deep she could almost feel their cocks meeting in her stomach. Then, seemingly by chance, they both slammed into her at once and that sudden sweet shock of incredible fullness cast her spirit from her body, from the mass of tangled flesh, through the roof, into the night sky above, soaring through the heavens until, finally, darkness enveloped her.
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Somewhere a phone was ringing.
It sounded far away, yet too near for her to ignore, like the subtle voice on the wind, whispering to her through the thick morning for and dragging from the warm cocoon that enveloped her.
Half-asleep and reluctant to lose the welcoming comfort of sleep’s embrace, she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, stubbornly trying to block out the interruption before groaning a low mournful sound; surrendering to the inevitable. With her eyes still shut and the phone’s shrill ringing echoing in her ears, though sounding distinctly closer now, she sat up, causing the duvet covering her to cascade down her front, revealing her creamy skin and pert breasts. Stretching her arms out above her head, the muscles stiff from her long slumber, she then rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the base of her palm before opening them enough to discern the first grey light of dawn filtering into the room, shrouding it in gloom. Blurry eyed, she had to blink thrice before the world slipped into focus.
Milla didn’t remember falling asleep. She felt exhausted, drained and so very weary. Her eyes were heavy and her throat parched with a salty, bitter flavour souring the back of her mouth. Oddly, there was also a dull, but oddly satisfying soreness throbbing in her lower abdomen. What recollections she had were like the memories of a dream she had just woken from but already forgotten, a dream of tangled, naked bodies writing in passion. She’d expected to awake in her bright cavernous bedroom, snuggled in her goose featherbed and luxurious Egyptian cotton duvet, but the weak morning light revealed a small cluttered chamber with poster adorned pale grey-blue walls. The air was heavy with a stale musky odour and wherever she looked there was rumpled clothing scattered across the dark charcoal carpet. Marco’s bedroom!
Realisation dawned with an icy wash surging down her spine. Throwing off the sheets and scrambling out of bed, she bolted across the room, her long legs wobbling dangerously with every step, before diving for her jacket amidst the scattered garments. Fishing through the pockets, taunted by the repeating buzz of the vibrate alarm, she finally managed to withdraw the phone only to catch a momentary glimpse of Paul’s photo caller ID before it died in her hand.
Cursing under her breath, she activated the screen. Sure enough, there were at least half a dozen missed calls from Paul, as well as twice that many texts and two, no doubt very scathing, audio messages. Releasing a heavy breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding, Milla had a sudden overwhelming urge to hurl the device to the floor and stomp on it. Like all directors, Paul could tend to overreact, though in this case she supposed his suspicions would not be entirely unjustified. No doubt there would be some very tricky questions to answer when she got home. And if the number of missed calls was any indication, it was going to take all of her skills to smooth this one over, and she certainly meant all of them-
Her head snapped up at the sound of rustling, eyes darting towards the source of the disturbance. Marco was asleep on the bed, rolling onto his side with one hand buried beneath a pillow while the other dragged a handful of the bedsheets to his chest, his narrow, boyishly handsome face covered by a stray wing of wispy, chocolate coloured hair. There was no sign of Daniel, though in the cold light of day, or rather early morning, she supposed that was probably a very good thing. In her current mood, she wasn’t sure if she would have killed him, or pounced and taken him for another five rounds. The sight of her brother had a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She loved Paul and she would miss him. They had had many good times together and the thought of losing him left a sickly feeling in the bottom of her gut. Yet if the day ever came when she had to choose, there would only ever be one winner. Yet that was by no means the sum of her troubles.
Daniel. Sean. Charlie. Eric. Victor. She had bought their silence and complacency with her body, and they had deleted their recordings as agreed; however, nothing could undo what they had seen. Milla’s stomach tightened at the thought. Maybe, if she was inexplicably lucky, all four would hold their tongues, taking the secret to their graves, but that was a gamble of long odds. It would only take one slip to let the cat out of the bag. No, she knew it was inevitable, whether slurred amidst a drunken rant or as an anonymous tip given pride of place on the cover of some gossiping celebrity trash magazine, the truth would come out. It was only a matter of time.
Her innards churning with a sudden sense of hopelessness, Milla tried to put it to the back of her mind. She wished she knew what to do. There was nothing she wouldn’t give, nothing she wouldn’t do to protect Marco. He was more than a brother to her, more than a lover. He completed her, made her feel whole in a way no one else ever had, or could; and for him she knew she relive last night all over again without a moment’s hesitation. However, when that awful day of reckoning arrived, could she protect him?
Tears began burning the corners of her eyes. Quickly brushing the unshed moisture away, she cast a rueful look back at Marco, watching him sleep until a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her lips. A storm was coming, but no matter what devastation it would unleash upon them, they would face it together, as they always did.
Grabbing what comfort she could from that thought, Milla quickly turned off the phone and slipped it back into her jacket. She would need it later, when she made that grovelling call to Paul, apologising for no coming home, insisting she’d merely lost track of time and spent the night kipping on her father’s bed; but for now all she wanted to do was have a shower.
Clambering awkwardly to her feet, she gathered up her clothes from the floor, folded and placed them neatly in a pile at the foot of the bed before tiptoeing across the room. Lingering by the door, she took one final look back, smiling fondly as she etched the image of Marco sleep into her memory. Turning back, she grasped the handle, eased the door open a crack and slipped silently through, pulling it closed as she went without making a sound.
The hallway was inky black. Pressing her back against the door, the wood cool against her skin, Milla waited with baited breath, her ears peeled for the slightest sound, yet the house was as still and silent as the grave. When she certain she was alone, she Let the breath go in a heavy sigh. Turning on her heel, she hurried past the closed door of her father’s empty room, past the framed family pictures she knew were hanging upon the walls, masked by darkness, their unseeing eyes watching her naked body pass with voyeur’s delight. Her feet padding with ever step, the carpet soft underfoot, she moved quickly, silently, and with all the grace and elegance of a staking tigress towards the far door that faced the far end of the passage, pausing only when she came to the mouth of the stair.
Hugging the wall, she edged forward and peered around the bend, but the foyer below was vacant except for the crumpled Styrofoam cups, crisp packets, a pizza box, and a mass of other rubbish littering the faded carpet. Damn kids, dad will freak if he sees this mess! Still reluctant to pass through the shafts of light blazing from the floor below for fear of being spotted by some hungover reveller just waking from a drunken slumber and stumbling into the foyer, she drew back. Taking a breath, gathering her courage, she raised her leg; and then the deed was done.
With the sun warm upon her skin, she sprang the gap into the cloak of darkness and ran the last few steps to the bathroom. Throwing open the door, she darted in without a backwards glance.
Long and narrow, with deep blue walls and white vinyl floor tiles, the bathroom was smallest room in the house. With a tug of the pull switch, the thin chamber flooded with bright yellow luminescence that belied the weak light trickling through the frosted glass of the only window. Noting the already drawn shower curtain around the bath, she reached in, turned the electric shower’s temperature dial to full, pushed the power button and quickly withdrew the arm just before she heard the rush of water and the pita patter against the cloth. Whilst waiting for the water temperature to rise, she busied herself with taking a neatly folded towel from one of the shelves of the tall linen cabinet and hung it on the towel rail, taking care as she did never to glance at the mirror above the sink. She would dare not look at her reflection, fearful of who, or what, she’d see staring back at her.
Pulling back the curtain, releasing a great billowing plum of steam, Milla clambered into the bath and stepped under the spray. Letting out a content sigh as the scolding water cascaded down her naked body, slowly turning her creamy skin baby pink, she stood motionless beneath the pelting torrent with her head tipped back, letting it purge her, cleanse her and wash away all remnants of the night before then carry her away. Completely engrossed in the shower, she never noticed the dull creek of the bathroom door opening and closing.
A warm fog was enveloping her. The heat was delicious and reached deep inside her, soothing the dull ach in her abdomen, the proof last night had been anything but a dream. . Feeling the stress flowing from her body, she took a bottle of citrus fresh shower gel from the caddy hanging off the fixtures, popped the cap and squeezed a generous portion of the lemon-scented substance onto her palm. Closing and replacing the bottle back on the shelf, she began washing her arms, purring with delight as she did at the silky sensuality of her hands moving across her skin, her heart suddenly pounding beneath her breast. There was something so…sexual, about washing in the shower. Surrendering to impulse and letting her hands work their magic, they slid down her flanks, down her smooth thighs and drawing perilously close to the folds of her womanhood before rising, gliding ever so lightly up the flat plane of her belly to cup her breasts, her nipples rising beneath her soapy palms. Her heart suddenly pounding within her breast, she had to bite back a moan as she began rolling the pebbled buds between her thumb and forefinger, sending a tingle surging down to her centre. I am a slut.
There was a sudden damp rustle; a frigged breeze brushed her skin, and her head whipped around to discover Marco standing over her. He was completely naked and an almost inaudible groan escaped her as she watched him stepping over the rim of the tub, her greedily eyes drinking in his tight buttocks and bobbing erection, before realising how she must have looked and dropping her hands to her sides, her checks burning with a sudden nervous blush. Marco pulled the curtain closed behind him with a gentle tug before turning to confront her, his eyes gleaming with dark, predatory hunger, the spray plastering his fringe to his forehead. She could feel his gaze upon her soapy breasts. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, she tried to say something but before she could fathom a word, he closed the gap between them and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss, his arms coiling about her waist and pulling her against him, his engorged arousal poking against her waist…
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