Later that night, Declan heard Christina call for him and figured dinner must have been ready. Walking to the kitchen he found himself unable to locate her before he decided to look in the master bedroom. He knocked lightly before pushing the door open and poking his head inside. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his stepmother in black lingerie lounging on her bed. “It took you long enough, I’ve been waiting for you,” she laughed softly, gesturing him into the room. He practically tripped in his rush to get to her. She was clad in a black bustier with matching panties.
“You’re so sexy,” he complimented her and she just grinned in response tugging him onto the mattress with her.
“I’ve been thinking about last night all day,” she told him. “Tell me what you want, Declan. You can have whatever you want.”
Declan’s hand instantly moved to her chest, massaging her full breasts through the lace fabric. She let out a soft laugh that tapered off into a moan. Her chest arched slightly, pushing her body into his hands as he explored and groped at her body. Her soft moans let him know that she approved of his attention and soon he reached to pull off the garment keeping her from skin-to-skin contact.
He had to take a moment to appreciate her chest. Her breasts were large, heavy in his hand – but perfectly shaped, really. Each perfect mound of pale flesh was topped with a hardened nub. Declan immediately lowered his head to her breasts, laving at her nipple with his tongue while his other hand cupped her neglected breast. He explored her skin with his tongue before switching sides. He enjoyed the way that she writhed beneath him.
After a few moments, it became very apparent that Christina was getting impatient and needed his touch someplace far more intimate than just her upper body. More than happy to oblige, he hooked his fingertips into the elastic of her panties and drew them down her legs before tossing them over his shoulder. She sat up quickly, pushing his shirt over his head and adding it to the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor.
She laid before him, completely naked, thighs parted. He looked down at her center – bare except for a small triangular shaped patch of red hair that had been neatly trimmed. He almost growled when he looked at her center, already glistening with wetness. Feeling emboldened, he pushed her knees apart to open him even wider for him and leaned down. He made himself comfortable towards the foot of the bed, pressing a few teasing kisses to her thigh before tentatively licking along her folds. Christina’s hips practically shot off of the bed.
Smirking, Declan decided to experiment by sliding a finger inside of her. He moaned at the feeling of her silky core wrapped tightly around his finger. He established a steady rhythm that quickly had the redheaded beauty thrusting her hips towards his hand – trying to take his calloused digit in deeper. He bent down after a moment, using his tongue along side his finger to try to make her scream.
She tasted clean and a little bit sweat, unlike anything he’d ever tasted before and as she became more aroused, he slid a second finger inside of her, using his two digits to spread her open so his tongue could tease her interest. She cursed loudly and he continued to bury his head between her shapely thighs as though he were a man who’d been wandering the dessert and she was the first thing he’d come across to drink in ages. His tongue lapped at her – prodding, exploring and teasing her until her thighs started to tremble and her hands reached down to tangle in his shirt hair.
Shifting slightly, his tongue flicked against her clit, trying to stimulate the little bundle of nerves as his fingers slid almost roughly inside of her.
When she came, she screamed his name and dug her fingernails into his scalp in a way that was painful yet deliciously erotic.
She lay there panting beneath him and he climbed up her body easily, watching her with intense interest as she came back to herself in slow degrees. He bent down to kiss her on the lips. She moaned as she tasted her own arousal on his lips and her tongue explored his mouth fully, as though trying to taste as much of it as she could. His erection twitched as she nipped at his lower lip and her tongue darted out for one last lick – trying for one more taste. He wordlessly brought his hand towards her mouth and she licked the two digits he’d just had deep inside of her body completely clean.
In the meantime, Declan rid himself of his pants and boxers before moving beside her and kissing her fiercely on the mouth. He was rock hard from having brought her to orgasm. Seemingly very aware of this, Christina chuckled and pushed him to lie on his back. She very carefully straddled his thighs and looked him straight in the eye. Her hand wrapped around his proud erection and stroked him a few times. She licked her lips before rising up onto her knees, positioning herself so that the tip of his cock was pressing against her entrance.
He grunted out her name as she slowly lowered herself on top of him. Anything that had been described to him, anything that he had imagined – none of it compared to the feeling of her wrapped around his aching member. He watched her as she slowly slid down his length and for a moment, she looked as though she might have been uncomfortable as though she was adjusting to his size and he was reminded of her comment about his manhood in comparison to his father. It made his ego swell with pride.
Christina leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on his chest as she rode him. Her pace was agonizingly slow at first. She would lift off of him until only the tip of his cock sat inside of her before slowly inching her way down. Every time that he was completely enveloped in her warm body, his eyes screwed shut and he counted to three as his body was pushed closer and closer towards nirvana.
Her hands found his and she guided them to her chest, moaning with delight as he palmed and squeezed her ample bosom. Each moan that she gave spurred him on. His hands roamed her body and his hips began to shift, thrusting up into her as she sank down onto him – causing her to cry out his name.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed.
After a moment, she leaned down, pressing her chest against his as their bodies continued to move, now at a much more frantic pace.
“Do you like that, baby?” she asked him, pressing her mouth against his without allowing him the opportunity to actually answer. Declan wasn’t complaining, he kissed her back roughly – a clash of tongue and teeth as he fought her for dominance in the kiss, his hands finding her hips, holding them still as he shifted his own to slam up into her.
“How do you want me?” she asked when she pulled away breathlessly from his lips.
The last thing that Declan wanted to actually do was separate from her soft yet firm body, but at the offer he simply couldn’t resist.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he told her gruffly, smirking when she shuddered slightly and obeyed. They both groaned at the loss of contact when she pulled off of him but as he watched her shift to kneel in front of him, he couldn’t help it as his heart pounded with excitement.
He quickly scrambled to kneel behind his stepmother, his hands gently running over her perfectly round ass for a moment, admiring it. She shifted back towards him, wiggling her hips impatiently and, acting only on instinct, he lifted his hand and brought it back down against her rear end with a stinging thwack.
He froze for a split second; worried he may have crossed the line. But the redheaded beauty turned over her shoulder to look at him with wide eyes. He watched as she bit her lip and arched her back slightly as though presenting her ass to him again. He gave it another solid spank and when she moaned, he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand moved to his cock, still slick with her wetness from just a moment ago. He stroked himself a few times before he moved closer to her and slid back inside of her tight, wet heat.
“Is this what you were thinking about?” she panted out. “When you were on your laptop yesterday? Were you picturing me getting fucked?”
Declan moaned and his fingertips dug into her hips as he established a steady pace.
“Harder, baby,” she pleaded.
Declan was more than happy to oblige, he snapped his hips back and then back i
nto her, establishing a slightly rougher pace. It seemed clear within the first few thrusts that the harder he went, the more Christina reacted. Her fingertips gripped the sheets beneath her so tightly he thought she might shred the fabric.
“Just like that,” she cooed.
His hips moved frantically and his hand came down to smack the perfectly sculpted globe of her ass again. He felt her inner walls flex around his manhood and he took a sharp breath in through his nose and tried to keep himself from losing control too soon.
One of his hands moved up her back before reaching to tangle in her red hair. He tugged her back off of her hands so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest. It made the depth of his thrusts much more shallow but gave him ample room to explore her chest again. He groped her flesh and pressed wet, sloppy kisses along her shoulder and neck. His hands tried to explore every inch of her that he could reach before finding its way to the apex of her thighs. His fingertips found her clit, determined to make her scream his name one more time as he struggled to gain control of himself.
“Oh God, Declan! Right there!” she shrieked, causing him to piston his hips even harder into her tight channel. Wanting to be able to thrust deeper, he retracted his hand and pushed her gently back onto her hands and knees before establishing a much more punishing rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and their mingled moans and cries filled the room.
Feeling himself getting closer and closer to his own release, he almost reluctantly pulled away from her yet again. At first, Christina seemed irritated, until Declan quickly guided her onto her back and without haste slid back inside of her, pushing her legs wide open as he looked down at her.
His thrusts were powerful and he couldn’t help but admire the way her glorious breasts bounced with each slam of his hips into her.
Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. He couldn’t help but think that she was absolutely beautiful. With each raspy moan and strangled cry, he knew that she was close. His hand slid between them again, attempting to add some manual stimulation so that he could bring her over that ledge – wanting to look at her face as she came.
Within moments, she felt her body grip his length like a vice. Her thighs trembled and her body writhed as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out for him, fingers gripping the bed sheets once more and pulling. Her back arched in such away that she nearly bowed completely off of the bed.
He watched her for a moment, trying to compute very complex math problems in his own head to keep from cutting his own night short – but it was too late. The feeling of her body – hot and tight around him – caused him to lose control. He is movements inside of her became much more frantic before he let out a guttural cry, his aching cock throbbing inside of her as he squeezed his eyes shut. He could have sworn he saw fireworks behind his closed eyes as he emptied himself deep inside of her, still feeling her own muscles flexing around him in the aftermath of her own pleasure.
He collapsed down towards the mattress, mindful not to land on top of her and crush her. With his cock still buried inside of her body, he kept her close and pulled her to lean against him. They both panted and gasped for air, trying to regain control of their breathing as their hearts pounded. Declan reached for Christina’s face, pulling her in for another kiss – this one much more languid as they were both exhausted.
“That was incredible,” he told her, causing her to laugh.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” she asked.
Declan couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“We’ve still got a few days before Dad gets home. We have plenty of time to see if it was just beginner’s luck,” he pointed out suggestively. Christina smirked, looking at him mischievously.
“We still have a few hours before midnight, I was planning on figuring that out by then,” she countered.
Declan pulled her in for another kiss. “Happy New Year.”
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Story 17
Rick turned onto Josh’s street. He had never visited his college roommate’s home before. He wouldn’t be doing so now, if Josh hadn’t been kicked out of school. Josh had been caught with a trace of pot on him. It wasn’t much more than gristle and seeds. Rick still couldn’t figure out why Josh still had it on him when the campus cop searched him. The local cops and courts declined to pursue it partly because the campus cop’s stop and search was questionable, thank God, but the school still expelled him. Rick thought Josh could appeal it, but Josh wasn’t planning on it.
So, Rick was driving out to see if he could change Josh’s mind or help. It didn’t help that the pot that got Josh booted was really both of theirs. Josh had kicked in most of the money this time, but Rick smoked just as much, if not more. They used Rick’s connection. Josh took the fall though. He didn’t name anyone else even though the disciplinary board hinted that he might get a lesser punishment for it. Josh had stayed quiet. The board was probably lying through its self righteous teeth, but still. He took the expulsion to leave everyone else untouched.
Campus cops turned over Josh’s and Rick’s room, but found nothing. Rick was shocked. Josh must have cleaned the place out before the hearing. There was not a bowl or pipe anywhere to be found. Josh had saved Rick’s skin again.
Rick saw the driveway and turned in. It was pretty big house. Josh’s dad had remarried a younger woman and had died before Rick ever met Josh. Josh’s step mom was in her mid thirties, Rick thought, and it was her house where Josh and his step sister lived. The step sister was early twenties too, same age as Josh and Rick. Rick thought the step daughter was from a previous marriage too. Josh had mentioned that no one in his house was related anymore. His step family wasn’t related to him by blood of course, but the daughter and mother weren’t blood relatives either. Josh said Stella, his step mom, and Kate, his step sister, were cool though.
The house was definitely cool. It was huge. Maybe like a mini mansion. It was older. It reminded Rick of what people in the 1970’s would have thought of as luxurious. The brick was whitish brown. There was diagonal, angled wood on the face of it.
Rick got out and made his way up onto the porch to the front door. He took a breath and knocked. Rick counted to ten in his head and then he rang the bell and knocked again.
He got to eight on the second mental count when the door finally opened. The girl standing there was smoking hot. She was shorter than Rick and her body was a sculpture of tight curves. Her auburn hair was bound up on top of her head, but several strands fell around her face like a happy accident. She was sexy as hell. Rick wanted to put his face into her tits and bounce quarters off her ass. All this with her just wearing an old worn tee shirt and sweatpants.
She blinked and tilted her head. “Can I help you with something?”
Rick cleared his throat. “Um, yes, sorry. I am Rick. I’m your … I’m Josh’s roommate from college. I was coming by to check on him.”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” she said. “I’m Kate, his sister … well, step sister. Do you want to come in?”
“Sure.” Rick stepped through the door into the foyer and she closed it.
He saw a large sitting room with a fireplace and antique wood pieces. There was an atrium with light spilling down from a skylight in the vaulted ceilings. The atrium was a glass column near the open kitchen. It had a table and grow boxes with several herbs growing in the atrium space. Rick had never quite seen a house or a space quite like it.
That ass though! Josh’s sister Kate walked like she was working a hula hoop. It was mesmerizing. So much ass and all of it working. If she asked him if he wanted anyt
hing, Rick thought he might have to say a piece of that ass and a cold shower.
She turned around and he stopped short of the kitchen. He tried to pull his eyes up quick, but he just ended up staring at her slamming titties. The fuzzy material of the well worn tee shirt just made their size and curves look softer. He wanted to bounce them in his hands more than he wanted a good career and future. He’d leave behind college too for those tits.
Eyes, he told himself. Look at her eyes. He did his best. She was smiling. He wondered if she knew he was checking her out. Girls had to know and he wasn’t even being subtle about it.
“Can I get you anything?” she asked.
He actually considered going for the ass and shower. It bounced around in his head for a split second that felt like forever staring at her. Rick finally managed to say, “Maybe some water, like, ice water, maybe?”
She nodded. “Mom, Josh, we have a visitor!”
Rick felt a moment of panic like he should deny having looked at her ass and titties and that he wanted them more than life itself. He told himself to calm the hell down, but then she walked over to the cabinets and sink with that hula hoop shimmy and it was all over. He was in love with his ex-roommate’s step sister’s ass and he didn’t care who knew it.
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