by Amore, C. C.
The volcano inside me that had kept building and building from his teasing began erupting. I tightened my legs around his head, forcing him to keep going as the unfamiliar ecstasy and gratification came in waves over me. Wave after wave ravaged me with its intensity. My back arched and I wanted to force the back of my head through the wooden floor from to contain the explosion inside my tiny body. My legs spasmed after the immense sensation of gratification reached its peak.
I laid there on the wooden floor in front of the fire content with everything in my life. To say that I was ecstasy would have been an understatement. I saw the stars from the living room window as the final wave of pleasure receded from me. It was perfect.
“I told you it was worth it,” he said.
I bit my finger between my lips as I started padding his head that was still between my legs.
I only looked back at him while biting my finger from pleasure.
The heat of the fire crackling next to me was only matched by the heat radiating from between my legs. But I wanted more. No matter how good he had made me feel, I knew I wanted to feel him inside me, to have him fill me.
“Now it is your turn,” I said with a shy grin.
I motioned for him to lie on his back and I straddled on top of him. I hadn’t seen it before, but the bulge in his pants was more enormous than what I had felt. I wondered how the fragile fabric could even hold it in and in the end, it really couldn’t. The waistband was lifting up near his hip making it obvious how large it was.
I slowly lowered down on top of him, traveling the bulge up and down my naked valley. The hardness of what was pressing against my warmth made me the fabric of his pants moist immediately.
As I moved my crotch over his bulge, the urge that I wanted it inside me grew more intense, but I had to have a taste first. I needed to pleasure him the same way he had done tome.
I took his pants off to expose his erect member in all of its glory. The glooming light of the fireplace casted a long shadow, further emphasizing its size. I could have never realized it could look so wonderful if it wasn’t right there in front of me. And the fact that it belonged to the man I loved made it all the more special.
My first time seeing one so close and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I felt that my passion to touch and to taste would be more than enough to get me started.
I gently took it in my hands. I could barely fit my fingers around it and I felt the pulsing of the veins against my palm. I began to jerk him with long motions, bending my wrist with each movement.
He let out a soft moan. I was doing something right and brought a smile to my face knowing I knew how to pleasure him.
I studied it with my hands and eyes, taking in all the details. Seeing it so close, I could no longer contain my urge to have it in my mouth. I lowered my head down and licked the bottom of his shaft all the way from its root to the bulbous head. A clear liquid had formed on top of the tip and I licked it up. The slight saltiness of the liquid surprised me at first, but as I got more familiar with the taste, I craved more.
Being excited by his continuing moans, I took the silky smooth head in my mouth. It just fit inside when I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I started exploring around it, making sure my tongue got a taste of everything I could fit in my mouth. As large as he was, I was just able to avoid my teeth touching it.
I wanted to have all of him inside my mouth, but once the tip hit the back of my mouth, I gagged a little. His hand came on top of my head and I suddenly grew afraid he might want me to take it in further than I could.
But he didn’t do that. That was not who he was, and I should have known better. He only massaged the back of my head from the pleasure I was making him feel.
I combined the jerking motion of my hands with the sucking and soon got the hang of what he wanted the most as his hand on my head guided me. I cupped his big balls in one of my hands and felt him growing even larger inside my small mouth. I kept looking at his eyes and he soon had his eyes closed as his moans grew louder and louder.
The smell of his manhood combined with the filling sensation of having it in my mouth made me drip between my legs. It didn’t take long for me take one of my hands and put it between my legs to ease the burning that was raging inside me once more.
“I think you are ready now,” he said looking down at my face.
“I’m not sure it will fit,” I said hesitantly.
He put his hand between my legs and felt the moist warmth that was leaking from inside me. “You are ready, trust me,” he whispered to my ear.
I moved on top of him and guided it between my legs. I was surprised how my small fingers could guide it so easily. I rubbed him against my hollow, coating it with my juices and rubbed it against my pearl. The sensation of pleasure was almost unbearable each time I rubbed his throbbing member against my nether lips.
I hadn’t noticed it, but I was teasing myself by moving it against my valley, but not actually putting it inside me. I kept grinding against the shaft, gaging how good it would feel inside me from the amount of pleasure I already felt from just grinding against it. Both of our juices made it soon slippery in my hands and I decided to tease him back. I took the head in my palm and made slow circular movements around.
“Oh god,” he moaned immediately.
I continued to massage around the head and looking at the pleasure on his face. I wondered why it made me feel so good to give him such pleasure.
“Please, put it in,” he whispered between moans.
I slowly began to lower myself down, feeling the pressure against my untouched passage. Our combined juices on him made it easy to slip the tip inside me, but once that was in, the tightness of my entrance made me stop.
“I’m too tight…,” I said disappointed. Was this it? It couldn’t fit in and I would not get to feel the pleasure I knew had to have waited for me? That I couldn’t feel him inside me as I was too tight?
Desperation was filling my mind.
“Don’t worry,” he said smiling.
He took my head in his hands and pulled me in on top of him to give me a long, passionate kiss. Our eyes met as I heard the crackling of the fire in the background. Everything we had done had guided us towards this moment. He had never betrayed my trust. He had always been there for me.
That moment I knew I trusted him with everything. He would know how to do it.
“I trust you,” I whispered while our faces were mere inches apart.
He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled our naked bodies together, his large chest muscles pushing against my perky breasts.
He began inserting himself inside me and slowly increased the pressure to fill my virgin hole.
It didn’t take much of him inside me for him to be once again at the spot that hurt me so much, but this time he controlled my movements and I couldn’t move away. The tightness that had stopped me before was immense at first, but soon disappeared as my barrier broke. The pleasure from him slowly filling my tight hole was more intense than the pain of being entered into for the first time.
The tightness of my passage constricting around him was another new form of pleasure. The tingling in my crotch was as intense, yet not the same as when he had tasted and explored my moistness with his tongue.
I was being filled deeper than I thought I could take, and his pulling my naked body against his muscular frame somehow intensified the feeling of being filled. I couldn’t move away from the pleasure. He controlled how deep inside me he explored.
I moaned from the pain of being stretched and the feeling of being filled for the first time. I thought I was at the height of pleasure until he grabbed me by my butt cheeks and filled me completely with a single slow thrust. It was almost too much and almost as if he was going in too deep inside me.
But it was just the right size.
I was being filled to my absolute rim by has magnificent cock.
The wetness of my channel made it effortless for him to slide my p
etite frame up and down him with the pace he desired. He continued to fill me all the way up, before almost completely coming out. Again and again. Building pace with each thrust. He was filling me so hard and fast his balls slammed against my butt at the peak of each thrust, making me lust after him even more.
His powerful grip around my hips made me unable to move away from the pleasure, causing me to gasp for air each time he filled me up. Each stroke became more and more powerful. It forced me to feel the pleasure of having him all the way inside me, stretching me to my absolute limit.
I stood up and began to ride him while I explored the feeling of grabbing my erect nipples between my fingers. The heat from the fireplace and the sound of moans filled my senses.
I lowered myself back down, hugged him and kissed his face, trying to heighten the bliss that his entering into my tight channel was causing me to feel. I grabbed his hair and pulled it as the sounds of my body slamming against his filled the air in the light of the fireplace.
My grip around his head grew so tight I became afraid I might hurt him. To try to contain the pleasure he was causing me, I needed something to hold and I grabbed the blanket and squeezed as hard as I could.
The same way the fire raged before our eyes, the raw fire inside us was spreading. I lifted my head up to heighten the sensations. Andrew, having sensed what was happening, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head backward as he kept pounding me forcefully.
My legs tightened around him and I was squeezing him inside my passage as hard as I could from the overwhelming bombardment of pleasure from being filled to the rim. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could no longer keep in the moans.
They escaped my lungs one after the other as each wave of orgasm ravaged my body, jerking and spasming my muscles.
Seeing my pleasure, he kept thrusting faster and harder.
“Oh, god,” he moaned.
My passage constricted around him just at the peak of my bliss and he joined me in my moans of lust. His once rhythmic thrusts changed to longer and deeper movements and his hands forced me down on him even more forcibly than before.
The fact that I could not move away from his thrusts caused me to erupt for the last time. My hollow contracted again and again around him and made my whole body tremble from pleasure.
Hot, thick and wet juices spurted from him and filled my tightness as he moaned and staked his claim inside me.
I crumbled down on top of him, panting from the exertion of the passion we had gone through. We embraced in the dim light of the stars and the fire. The crackling of the fire was soon the only sound heard in the room.
He took my head in his hands once again and kissed me on my lips. The same nerve endings that he had melted with his first kiss fired again like fireworks as my mind was filled with pure bliss. I had been with a man I loved and it was more intense than in my deepest fantasies.
He began to retract from inside me, causing me to feel insecurity I hadn’t felt before. I was missing a part of him when he wasn’t inside me.
I began crying on his shoulder. Tears were quickly running down his body and making their way all the way down to the hardwood floor.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” he said.
“No, it’s just,” I took in a deep breath trying to speak between bursts of crying, “This is something that is frowned upon.” I hugged him tightly, not ever wanting to let go of him. Just the thought of not having him near me, of not feeling him inside me, was making the bliss I had just felt seem so far away.
He pulled my head from his shoulder and looked me in my eyes. “What just happened, what both of us had wanted for so long only confirms what I had known for so long. I only want to be with you.”
I kept staring at him, not knowing what he meant by that. I was no longer crying, but the tears were still dripping down my cheeks.
“We will find a way,” he said, “trust me.”
Right at that moment, it was clear to me that nothing could ever come between us. Nothing.
I wiped away the tears and crawled into his chest…
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Love thy Stepbrother
I watched him talking with his friends on the other side of the room. He looked relaxed, laughing and joking with his buddies. He had changed a lot in the last few years. Once he had gone away to college, the ‘boy’ that had returned was different. The confidence of the young handsome man he had become had finally caught up with him. I bet all those girls he had in college were the reason for his new-found confidence.
I sighed.
I sat with my friends in a circle on the living room floor, gossiping about the crushes everyone had. I couldn’t tell them about my real crush, so I made up a lie every now and then to stop them from prying too much.
They wouldn’t understand.
He leaned against the wall, his hands nonchalantly in his jean pockets, as if posing for a magazine. His short black hair was stylized, following the latest fashion.
Argh.
Why did he do this me? Sometimes I thought he always made sure we had direct line of sight between us at all times, as if to tease me into looking at him. But why would he do that? For all I knew, he still thought I hated him. And in fact, I had told him that many times when we were growing up together.
And that name of his, Joshua. I ‘hated’ him even more for having such a cute name.
It had been obvious to all my friends that the Joshua that had gone to college was not the same one that had returned. They had noticed the same changes I had. His shoulders were broader, he had grown even taller and the once obvious signs of puberty had long since disappeared. Now he looked like someone from a model magazine.
I bit my lips thinking about him, watching him talking with his friends. I even found myself twirling my long brown hair looking at him. Such a cliche, but I had a habit of doing that whenever my thoughts took me away from the rest of the world because I looked at him.
My friends had already decided which one of them would be the first to have a change of seducing him. If I only had been able to take part in their discussion about the pecking order. But they had left me out of it, for the obvious reasons.
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Love thy Stepbrother
C.C. Amore
This title has been previously published as “Love thy Step”.
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I could no longer keep my desire caged and grabbed his tight ass with both of my hands, working my way up and down his firm butt. Oh, it felt so good! And I was craving for even more. I needed more.
“I see you want it too,” he whispered.
“Just a little,” I managed to say between my heavy breathing.
He slid a finger between my ass cheeks, tracing down the fabric of my jeans. The ecstasy of someone touching my pussy, even if it was trough the fabric, was enough for the pleasure building inside me to start bubbling over.
I leaned in closer to him, hugging his chest as he continued to stimulate my most private parts. When his hand reached my nub, the sparks that flew from my pearl relentlessly bombarded my every sense.
Lightning. Fire. Avalanche.
No words could be used to describe the feeling of someone touching your most sacred part, of being slowly tormented to ecstasy by the determinate touch of a sexy man.
“Aah,” I moaned every time his hand hit my sensitive spot.
I was deep in lust when I realized he had opened the buttons on my jeans and that he had slipped his hand down between my legs. My exposed pearl soon received the delight of his fingers touching it. The bliss of my peak being explored by his fingers made me struggle for breath.
Love thy Stepbrother
I watched him talking with his friends on the other side of the room. He looked relaxed, laughing and joking with his buddies. He had changed a lot in the last few years. Once he had gone away to college, the ‘boy’ that had returned was different. The confidence of the young handsome man he had become had finally caught up with him. I bet all those girls he had in college were the reason for his new-found confidence.
I sighed.
I sat with my friends in a circle on the living room floor, gossiping about the crushes everyone had. I couldn’t tell them about my real crush, so I made up a lie every now and then to stop them from prying too much.
