Joe won't stop
The person crawling into bed with me was not my sister, it was her boyfriend Joe. When he spooned me from behind I felt he was naked, and when he wrapped his big arms around me and kissed my neck I knew I was in trouble. My sister Cynthia had given me a key to her down town apartment a while back. I knew she was out of town and her boyfriend Joe was supposed to be somewhere in Asia for a spell. Going here was an easy choice after a few to many mojitos after the wine with the dinner party. My place in the burbs would be a long Uber ride and I needed to be at work in down town tomorrow anyway. I had quickly texted her that I was going to crash at her place, walked the few blocks, and 15 minutes later I was doing a quick dental cleaning with her toothbrush. What she did not know would not hurt her.
Her king size bed had these lovely silk sheets and the best pillows ever. So I had crawled in there in just a long T-shirt. Cynthia would not mind, and Joe was never going to know because my sister and I looked the same and smelled the same, many people had told us. My name is Cathy, and like my sister I have a light Taiwanese build, black curly hair, small tits, and tight bum. I liked her boyfriend Joe but tried to keep him a bit at a distance because he was a bit too flirtatious with me and could be a quite pushy. He was a big handsome white guy, a strong and athletic gweilo with a great sense of humor, and my sister loved him. Once, after a few glasses of wine she mentioned that with his size it had taken a few attempts and orgasms before he could go balls deep with her. She also admitted that these days with that big member she almost always had multiple orgasms when they made love. She also mentioned that once he got going he never stopped.
The delicious feeling of her silk sheets on my exposed parts of my skin made me shiver when I crawled in. However, It took a bit of time to fall asleep in this strange bed and I was thinking a quick orgasm will work great if you want to sleep. I was touching myself in an attempt to do this when suddenly sleep overtook me and I fell into a deep sleep with my hand in my panties
I half woke up when I heard the shower running, and I wondered if Cynthia had come back early. She would be surprised to find me in her bed, but I had no intention of moving. The bed was big enough for the two of us. But now I was in Joe's big arms, and in trouble.
Softly he whispered, "I made it back early, Cynthia."
Now what? He must have come back early to surprise her. Well, he sure was surprising me! I was barely awake and had no idea what to do. So I remained very still and unresponsive, hoping he would respect this and go to sleep. But instead he let his hands wander across my sleepy body and kept kissing my neck. Being so close I felt how physical big he was compared to me. Quickly his wandering hands found my right breast while the other one slid down my stomach into my panties. Being still quite sleepy it felt more like a dream than real until it slowly dawned upon me that I was almost naked too. Pulling me against him I clearly felt his enormous rock-hard penis pressing between my buttocks, large, even for man his size. Only my panties prevented him rubbing it up and down between my butt cheeks or dip it down and start to search for the entrance to my pussy.
"Oh, how I missed you. I know it is late, but I need to make love with you."
His words made me freeze in panic as I felt his one hand rub my tit and his other hand slipping between my legs, cupping my still somewhat wet pussy lips. Opening my mouth to protest my breath caught when his fingers gently rubbed my clitoris before dipping into my wetness. Joe did this with an ease and familiarity that must have come from the similarity in build I shared with my sister. In the dark it was probably impossible for him to tell the difference. Feeling his fingers slip passed my clitoris into my core, while his other hand gently pinched the nipple of my right breast, suddenly turned me on like a stove where the match comes a little late after the gas was turned on. With a "woosh" a large flame of lust exploded in my belly, and I felt the rumblings of an approaching orgasm. The only thing missing was a delicious kiss.
"Ah, you are wet! Let's do this quick, and then we can do it slow after, Cynthia."
Upon hearing my sister's name I opened my mouth again to protest, but before I could speak Joe quickly pulled down my panties while at the same time pulling my ass backwards. With my mouth open in a soundless protest I felt how he flexed his hips and probed with the tip of his dick for my entrance. As I felt his flaring plum slide between my outer lips my protest remained frozen in my throat. All I knew he was huge, larger than I expected in spite of my sister's graphic description from that drunken episode. From that conversation I also remembered Joe rarely stopped once he got going. This was fine by my sister who had developed a serious appetite for his large dick, but spelled trouble for me. How could I make him stop?
But remembering the conversation made me curious as well. Maybe I should just let him fuck me! It was dark and he probably would not notice it was me. I could just sneak out in the morning. As I pondered this I felt his cockhead slide past my outer lips and an inch into my core before he was forced to stop.
"Aahh, Cynthis, you are even tighter than I remember. Let me warm you up some more" Joe groaned.
The index finger of the hand on my belly went for my clitoris and as he rubbed it gently my protest failed again because my breath got caught in my throat. I was not sure if his dick was as full of magic as my sister had mentioned, but his fingers this a fine job. Cynthia had not exaggerated when she confessed that Joe was great in bed.
I stayed silent as Joe fingered me, feeling how I got wetter and wetter quickly. Gently moving in and out Joe slowly entered me another inch or so. I felt how I got stretched like never before but also knew there were many more inches to go. He was never going to fit, he had to stop. Besides, he was thinking I was Cynthia, creating a whole other level of problems. My sister maybe would never forgive me if I let Joe fuck me, make love to me. Quickly wondered if he would stop when I announced that I was not Cynthia. Or would he fuck me anyway.
When I finally opened my mouth to let Joe know my name was Cathy and not Cynthia my words turned into a shriek instead. Joe had decided he wanted more of my pussy and grabbing my hips to hold me in place he gained at least another 2 inches with a few quick in and out movements. His size scared me, but the extra lubrication helped. This sudden invasion caused a strange combination of mild pain and pleasure. It also increased my lust that my vagina seemed to generate. I could feel the walls ripple up and down the parts of his shaft inside me, as if it had a mind of their own.
Joe held this position for a few seconds as I caught my breathe. It was now or never. I turned my head to see his face in the bit of light seeping through the curtains.
"Joe, Joe,..." was all I got out before his lips covered mine in a most delicious kiss. His tongue quickly found mine, and because he was physically so much larger than me there was enough space to make the kiss last without it becoming uncomfortable. He was a great kisser too, better than any of my boyfriends I had ever had. As the seconds ticked by slowly I felt him fuck me deeper and deeper with short, slow, persistent movements. All I could do was groan, partly in agony and partly in pleasure. But it was an amazing sensation being impaled from behind on this massive cock.
Unable to supress my building desire I let Joe pull me deeper and deeper onto him, and even pushed back a little when he slid in another inch or more. It was agony and pleasure at the same time, with the pleasure part heating rapidly in the flame of lust. My breathing became faster, and I could hear Joe panting a bit as well. Even though there were many inches to go I could feel a massive orgasm coming on. Suddenly Joe broke the kiss.
"Oh wow Cynthia, you are tighter than I remember, but it feels amazing. I love how your pussy contracting on me".
Hearing my sisters name I knew I had stop what was happening. But Joe never stops once he gets going she had told me. Could I make him? Did I want to? Or was all I wanted now for Joe to fuck me. But what was happening was so wrong, he thought I was my sister.
Turning my head again I whispered, "Joe, it is me, Cathy!"
It took a few seconds for this message to reach his brain, because he kept gently moving in and out, stretching me on his cock as he gently fucked me with his massive pole. The saying about men not having enough blood to run both a brain and a dick at the same time seemed to be true. But then the quarter fell, and he froze.
"What, what? Cathy? What are you doing here?"
"I needed a place to crash, and you were both supposed to be away."
"Oh no! How come you feel just like Cynthia? Or almost the same, no wonder you feel so deliciously tight."
"Well, we are sisters!"
"I am already a long way into you!"
"Tell me about it! We have to stop this Joe; I am not Cynthia."
But neither one of us did anything. I did not try to move away, and Joe left his hands and dick were they were, with one hand on my cunt, one hand on a tit, and his dick lodged deeply into my pussy. We just lay there, slightly panting and almost frozen. It seemed we were both waiting for the other to make the first move! Even though our bodies were lying still I was very aware of the blood pulsing in his dick more than halfway into my pussy. The walls of my vagina did not freeze either, they had a life of their own and they liked what was happening. They kept rippling up and down his shaft, as if inviting him in. And I was getting wetter and wetter.
"Oh Cathy, how could this happen?"
"You were not supposed to come home!"
"It was meant to be a surprise."
"It sure is."
