Exploring My Sister’s Asshole

Story Excerpt

Balls Deep In Diana’s Ass

The basement was a dim, cluttered cave of nostalgia, the air thick with the scent of old pine from half-opened holiday boxes and the faint musk of their sweat. Flickering light from a single bulb cast shadows over the worn-out couch pushed against the wall, its threadbare cushions already dented from their weight. Diana was bent over the arm of it, round juicy ass high in the air, bare skin glistening with a sheen of Jack’s spit and perspiration. Her black leggings were yanked down to her knees, trapping her legs together, making her cheeks clench tighter as she gripped the fabric beneath her. Jack stood behind her, shirtless, jeans unbuckled and shoved low, one hand braced on her hip, the other guiding his thick cock, slick with his saliva, as he pressed it slow and deliberate against her tight asshole.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Jack growled, voice raw and strained, barely holding back as the head of his dick breached her, stretching that puckered ring of muscle. The heat of her ass was fucking unreal, gripping him like a vacuum, and he could feel every tiny tremor as she adjusted to the intrusion. His thumb rubbed circles on her hip, more to steady himself than her, as he inched deeper, the slick squelching sounds filling the musty air of the basement.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice a desperate edge, almost a whimper, as she pushed back against him just enough to take more. “I can take it. I fucking want it.”

Her knuckles whitened where she clutched the couch, nails digging into the fabric, her thighs quivering with the strain of holding the position. Each slow thrust burned, a delicious stretch that made her breath hitch, her tight butthole twitching around him as he sank in another inch, then another. She could feel the veins on his shaft dragging against her anus, the pressure building low in her gut.

“Shit, you’re killing me,” he grunted, his grip tightening on her hip, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.

He pulled back just a fraction, watching his cock slide out, glistening and obscene in the low light, before pushing back in, deeper this time. The sight of her ass swallowing him, the way it clenched and released, had his balls tightening already. He fought the urge to slam into her, to fuck her raw and hard, but the way she moaned—low and guttural, almost pained—kept him slow, drawing it out. Her skin was hot under his palm, slick with sweat, and he could smell the faint tang of arousal mixing with the lube, driving him fucking wild.