First Cum First Serve

Everything in the world screamed at him to put it in. As he looked down between Hannah’s legs at his cock, perched on the edge of sliding into her slick, just-tongued hole, Peter had no idea what earthly strength within him could possibly be keeping him from following through. His head was foggy, and even still, he managed to back away, denying himself to fuck the gorgeous blonde on the kitchen counter-top. She pouted, watching him step back, though keeping him from creating too much of a gap with her fingers still tantalisingly wrapped around his shaft.

“T-the whole point of us coming here was to fuck you in the bed,” Peter’s voice croaked when he spoke. “I don’t want there to be any excuses when I finally beat you this time.”

Hannah bit her lip and giggled, reminding him of the school girl he’d once dated. “Where was this competitiveness when we were together?”

It was a rhetorical question. She was already hopping up off the counter and sauntering away, completely naked except for the pair of black strap heels that clicked against the floor with every step. He stared at her heart-shaped ass, pert and full as it bounced along with her gait. He made to follow after, but his unbuckled jeans were cumbersome. Kicking off his shoes, he pushed down his jeans and boxers together until he was just as naked as Hannah, except instead of heels he retrained his socks. Hannah stood at the top of the stairs awaiting for him, biting one finger while her other hand softly caressed between her legs. Phone in hand, bounding up the steps like an excited dog, Peter set after his ex-girlfriend.

A moment later, once she was sure the footsteps above had moved into the bedroom, Ashley crept to the edge of the wall and glanced around the corner, confirming that the room was clear. Waving at the others to come out of hiding, Chloe and Gavin rose out from behind the ends of the sofas, as if simply unfolding out of air. Gavin went right back to the laptop, breaking though firewall after firewall, knocking them down as fast as they could pop up. They were slowing down, and Gavin was certain that he was close to accessing the sensitive, hidden files located on the computer.

Chloe stretched her arms above her head, her muscles tense from hiding for so long. Her back curved, thrusting out her large breasts. As she brought her arms back to her sides, Ashley approached, holding out her phone and the headphones attached.

“Would you mind listening to what’s going on upstairs?” Ashley enquired, turning a shade of pink and unable to look Chloe in the eye, aware that this was a big ask. “I know it’ll be weird for you, but…that’s my sister. I don’t need to know how *that* sounds.”

Chloe swallowed, looking down at the phone in the palm of Ashley’s outstretched hand. Just being here, around all the fond memories of Hannah, the pleasure they’d shared, the confidence Chloe had gained, it felt like kicking a dog after it just rescued your kid from drowning. Chloe already felt like she was stuck between betraying her ideals, and betraying Hannah. She wasn’t sure she could handle listening to Hannah getting fucked…especially by someone else. But she also understood how uncomfortable this was for Ashley. Chloe couldn’t imagine having to listen to anyone in her own family in the throes of pleasure. And part of her was curious whether Hannah would sound as pleased with Peter as Chloe had made her.

“Alright. I came to help, so it this helps…” Chloe slipped the buds into her ears, voices instantly springing to life as it sounded like the pair upstairs were just getting started.

Atop the stairs, Peter looked around and saw an open door with a bed inside. Naturally assuming that was the bedroom in question, he hurried to follow Hannah inside, only to be confused when he found it empty. Perhaps there was another bedroom, he considered as he stepped forward, looking around the room for any clues of Hannah’s whereabouts. The door to the ensuite was also open, but when he moved to inspect it, the door shut behind him and he felt the intimate heat of Hannah’s body as she pressed against his back, her arms snaking around his waist as she took his cock in two hands. Immediately he dropped his phone to the floor.

“Mmm, feels just like I remember, like slipping my hand into an old glove,” Hannah breathed as she gently kissed his neck, leaning harder into his black, her large, warm breasts flattened between them. Her hands slid up and down his full length, her fingers tracing every inch and vein. “Actually…mmmm…you feel bigger…definitely harder...”

“Sounds like you’ve been messing around with a bunch of men with less than adequate equipment,” Peter sighed, enjoying her the soft heat of her palms on his shaft.

“If by equipment, you also mean ‘strap-ons’, I’ve definitely got some that are bigger than this,” she gave his cock a squeeze to punctuate her words. “And they make me cum soooo good.”

“A rubber dick can’t do this,” he said playfully, spinning around in her arms and hoisting her up, a hand on the underside of both thighs. He did a complete 360 again and took a few steps forward, dropping Hannah on to the bed on her back. She bounced, her body, and free breasts jiggling with the wobble of the mattress, her legs naturally opening as he leaned down, gently easing his weight onto hers.

“You always did know how to treat a lady,” Hannah purred as she brought her mouth up to his, their lips parting and tongues meeting. She felt his weight shifting, acutely aware that he was lining himself up to enter, but the knowing didn’t stop her from moaning so hard she broke the kiss when he finally pushed inside. She felt his cockhead, briefly, nudging against her opening, her lower lips spreading slightly to allow him passage deeper, but it was only for a moment before his hips thrust towards her, and in a matter of seconds she was full of Peter’s cock. “Ooooh, fuck, that definitely feels just as good as I remember.”

The familiarity of being with Hannah certainly did put him at ease. Even though his eyes were closed, she still smelled the same, her natural fragrance just beneath her perfume that made his nostrils flare; the taste of her lips, just as sweet like nectar that brought back a flood of memories of good times kissing in their teens; her movements, her reactions, her wetness, knowing just how much she could take before he bottomed out in her, how fast he could go, how hard. He almost expected to look up at the mirrors that lined the dresser behind the bed and see that same eighteen-year-old kid during his first time.

Familiarity also meant that instinct kicked in. Even while he was reminiscing, his hips began to move, pumping his cock in and out of Hannah’s puss, while he looked down at her flushed, radiating face as she breathed and cooed with pleasure. He knew these sounds too, and as much as she was enjoying it, she wasn’t close to cumming. Not yet. For that, he would need to fuck her faster, harder. Make her lose control of herself. It wasn’t that Peter had never made her cum, he’d never left her dissatisfied, but any time they had ever fucked while dating, he had always cum first. But not today he avowed.

“Ah, ah, yes, yes, that’s it, ram that fucking cock into my sweet little pussy.” Hannah’s mouth and eyes widened, her hands clawing at his back for a good grip. Then came a grin, as she placed her heeled feet upon his ass, holding him inside. “And whenever you’re ready, don’t worry for a second. You can just cum inside.”

Peter felt his cock throb at the mental image of his seed coating the insides of Hannah’s pussy. She was playing mind games with him, but he refused to be taken in, pushing the thoughts out of his head as he focused on sliding his cock into Hannah as fluidly and as deeply as he was capable, his hips beginning to slap off her thighs. He knew it didn’t really matter anymore. The goal was just to buy the others enough time. But it was a matter of principle at this point, to prove to her that he could win, just this once.

“You feel so wet and hot, Hannah, like…like you haven’t had a good dicking in a while, not with a real cock,” he said, thinking that two could play at psychological warfare as he slammed their bodies together again. “You’ve probably been really needing this release, huh? Walking around all flustered and frustrated when all you needed was a hard, warm cock inside you. You’ve been just waiting to let go, right?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” she rambled, arching her back as Peter’s words sent a single bolt of pressure up her spine. “I’m gonna win, I’m not gonna cum…I’m gonna win, I’m gonna…I’m not gonna…cum…I’m gonna…” she told herself as much as Peter, though it didn’t sound too convincing between the laboured breathing and words that became increasingly slurred. “It…it hasn’t been that long,” she reminded herself that it had only been a few days ago that she’d fucked Gavin after the game of ‘Never have I Ever’. Though re-picturing herself bouncing on Gavin’s cock while her own sister rode his face wasn’t doing any favours to calm the building tension between her legs.

“That long?” Peter chuckled, a laboured, breathy laugh as he shoved his cock inside Hannah, trying to maintain the speed and depth that was making her moan. “When we were together, we’d fuck every night. Maybe even more, because you were so horny. Maybe you’re losing your edge, so you shouldn’t feel too bad when I win tonight.”

Unfortunately, although Peter’s taunting was fuelling the fire in Hannah’s loins, it was also stoking her competitiveness. The hot, young blonde couldn’t stand to lose, not at this, not at her own game. So, with a growl, and her thighs squeezing around Peter’s waist she grabbed him and rolled over so that he was on his back and she sat astride him, his cock still wedged snuggly inside her puss. The sudden change of position startled Peter and he lost all rhythm, simply lying on the bed in shock as Hannah sat up with two hands on Peter’s bare chest for support.

“Is this what you wanted?” She asked as she began bouncing her ass up and down on Peter’s cock, impaling herself with his rod between her legs with a fleshy slap as her buttocks met his thighs. “I was going easy on you, but we can’t have you getting too cocky. Ah, ah ,ah, feels good doesn’t it, just lying there and letting my pussy wrap around your cock.” She looked back over her shoulder, down at her ass as it rose and fell on Peter’s lap. “Fuuuuck, can you feel that? Every inch inside me, god, it feels sooo good.”

It did feel great, Peter hated to admit to himself, as he threw back his head against the bed sheets and gritted his teeth. Worse, Hannah wasn’t just taking his cock, but she was taking it deep, every inch just as she said, until his balls were nuzzled between her cheeks. And she was moving faster that he was able to when he was thrusting into her. He couldn’t understand where she was getting this energy and stamina from, rapidly pounding herself on his cock at such velocity that her ass was mostly just a blur. As good as it was for her, it was better for him, her slick, wet hole never allowing his cock to be out of her for more than a couple of seconds and when it was inside her walls squeezed his shaft tightly trying to physically milk the cum from his balls.

“Shiiiit, that does feel good,” Peter groaned despite himself. There was no way she could maintain this pace, but every time he thought that, she kept going. She only leaned forward, placing her hands at either side of his head rather than on his chest, her breasts dangling in front of his face, while she humped his cock with frantic ferocity. Her pussy only got wetter, taking him with greater and greater ease, while his cock stiffened and his balls tightened, his slit opening wider in preparation.

There was nothing Peter could do. He was going to lose, and Hannah knew it too.

“I’m in!” Gavin cried out triumphantly, punching the air.

“Finally,” Ashley said, glancing back to the stairs. Chloe hadn’t said anything in a while, but it felt like a long time since Hannah and Peter had ascended those stairs, and she doubted they had much time left. Though, if she concentrated, she could hear the creaking of the bed, and the moans of lovers in action, but she was trying not to focus on that. “So, you can delete the video now?”

“Yep,” Gavin said, all smiles, as he pushed the flash drive into the USB port. The stored program instantly executed, barring a few acknowledgements and permissions. “I have complete, unfettered access to the whole laptop and synced devices.”

“Good,” Chloe said, a little loudly because she still had one ear bud in. “Because Peter won’t last much longer.”

“How can you tell?” Gavin asked.

“I’ve heard enough guys on the edge of an orgasm to know when one is imminent,” Chloe replied smirking, eliciting a chuckle from Ashley. “But it doesn’t matter, since your program is destroying the video, right?”

“Not exactly,” he admitted, rubbing his neck. “The process of searching and erasing all copies and temporary files and extending to anything that has ever been connected to the laptop within the past week will take several minutes, at best.”

“Shit.” Ashley punched her fist into the palm of her other hand. “What are we supposed to do? Hope they cuddle afterwards?”

“Or…we swing the odds in our favor,” Chloe said, reaching into her bag and pulling out the very same strapless dildo that Hannah had given her, the one they’d fucked each other with only a few days before. “Lucky one of us remembered to bring their toys.”