She came home from college that weekend already wet. The house was empty except for her older brother, who had just gotten off work and was still in his dirty jeans. The second the door closed she grabbed his belt and yanked him toward the couch.
"I need it in my ass," she said, voice flat and hungry. "Right now. No teasing bullshit."
He didn't argue. He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough pull. Her asshole winked at him, already slick from the lube she'd worked in on the drive over. He spat on his fingers anyway and shoved two inside her, stretching her fast and hard.
"Fuck, you're loose already," he growled. "Been thinking about my cock all week?"
"Shut up and fuck it," she answered, pushing back onto his hand.
He pulled his fingers out, unzipped, and slapped his thick cock against her cheeks a couple times before lining up. The head pressed against her tight ring and she grunted as it popped inside. Inch by inch he sank into her ass until his balls rested against her cunt. She moaned loud and low, the sound raw and filthy in the quiet living room.
He started fucking her immediately, long, deep strokes that made her cheeks ripple every time he bottomed out. No slow start, no gentle. Just hard, nasty anal. Her pussy dripped down her thighs while he pounded her asshole. She reached back and spread herself wider so he could watch his cock disappear.
"Harder," she demanded. "Split my fucking ass open."
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, the wet slap of skin loud and constant. Every thrust pushed a little air out of her in short, desperate grunts. He could feel her ass clenching and relaxing around his shaft, milking him. Sweat ran down his chest and dripped onto her back.
After a few minutes he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved her legs up to her chest. He drove back into her ass in one thrust. From this angle he could watch her face while he fucked her. Her mouth hung open, eyes glassy, tits bouncing with every brutal stroke.
"Play with your clit," he ordered. "Get yourself off while I wreck this hole."
She rubbed fast circles over her swollen clit, hips jerking. Her asshole tightened around him every time she got close. He leaned down and spat on her pussy, adding to the mess. The smell of sex filled the room, heavy and dirty.
"Don't come yet," he said. "I want that ass squeezing my load out of me first."
He pulled out again, this time flipping her onto all fours on the floor. He mounted her from behind like an animal, one hand on her lower back, the other gripping her hair. His cock punched deep into her guts with every thrust. She reached under herself and fingered her own cunt, two fingers sliding in easily because she was so soaked.
"Fill me up," she begged. "Come in my ass. I want to feel it leaking out later."
That did it. He slammed in to the hilt and stayed there, cock pulsing hard. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her rectum, hot and heavy. She kept rubbing her clit and came with him, asshole fluttering and milking every drop. He stayed buried until he stopped twitching, then slowly pulled out. A thick white stream followed, running down over her pussy lips and dripping onto the carpet.
She reached back, scooped some of the cum from her stretched hole, and licked it off her fingers while he watched.
"Round two in the shower," she said. "This time I want you to hold me down and pump another load in there."
He was already getting hard again.
