do.” Her voice darkened. “Would you like to feel how wet you make me?”
I responded by gripping her hips and pulling her against me, letting her feel the hard line of my cock pressing against the softness of her mound. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the zipper down, showing me a flash of her red panties. Then she took my hand and slipped it inside her pants.
Her pussy was shaved or waxed so my fingers slid easily over the bare flesh until I reached her lips. Gently, I slipped my finger in between them and felt her juices coat my fingers. She gasped as I began stroking her. Holding her gaze steadily, I pushed my finger inside of her pussy.
She was tight, and I could feel her walls pressing against my finger as I pushed it in deeper. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and shiver went through her. I added a second finger easily and slowly started pumping them in and out of her body, as much as I could with the tight jeans still on her body. My thumb found the pink nub of her clit and I started rubbing it as well.
It would have been easy to rip the pants off of her and slip my cock into her, right here on the living room floor. Somehow fucking her with my fingers with both of us still clothed added to the forbidden nature of what we were doing.
“Ahhhhh!” she moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna- ANDREW!” Jenna almost shrieked my name as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel her inner muscles clenching my fingers as I wrung the aftershocks out of her.
My fingers were sticky with her juices when I eased them from her body. Jenna leaned heavily against me, my body being the only thing holding her up. My cock throbbed at the proximity to her, and all I could think about was taking her upstairs and stripping those clothes off to reveal my stepsister’s beautiful body. That tight, wet pussy had felt fantastic squeezing my fingers and it would feel doubly amazing wrapped around my cock.
Jenna’s hand squeezed my cock, and my knees almost buckled. I looked over to where her head was resting on my shoulder and saw the sly smile across her lips.
“Let’s go to my room,” she whispered.
***
Jenna’s room was an odd mixture of little girl, teenager and adult. A small mountain of teddy bears and stuffed rabbits covered an ottoman shoved into the corner. The purple walls were plastered with photos of her friends and whichever rockstars or TV guys she was hot for this week. A simple grey and white striped bedspread covered the twin bed. I wondered where that purple vibrator was hidden.
The door clicked shut and Jenna was on me, her mouth devouring mine like she was searching for the secrets of the universe. Her hands were busy between our bodies, stroking the bulge of my cock through the rough denim concealing it. I shivered as her dexterous fingers circled the head, painstakingly slowly rubbing down length of the shaft, the fabric making it impossible to get the amount of friction I was longing for.
I felt her pop the button of my jeans and ease the zipper downward, inch by torturous inch. Freed from its denim prison, my cock jutted out of the V of my open fly, only covered by my thin cotton boxers.
Jenna dropped to her knees, dragging my pants down with her.
“You should take your shirt off,” I asked.
She smiled. “Do you think a lot about my tits, Andrew?” She wiggles out of the t-shirt she was wearing and tosses it up at me. Reflexively, I caught it before tossing it over shoulder to land somewhere in the vicinity of the bed.
I didn’t bother replying to her question. My reaction was more than enough of an answer. Jenna knelt on the carpet and looked up at me, that damn grin still pasted across her face as my eyes drilled into her tits the way I hoped my cock would be drilling into her pussy in a few minutes. Her breasts were hidden by a red, lacy thing that barely had enough fabric to be honestly called a bra. It was cut low
I responded by gripping her hips and pulling her against me, letting her feel the hard line of my cock pressing against the softness of her mound. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the zipper down, showing me a flash of her red panties. Then she took my hand and slipped it inside her pants.
Her pussy was shaved or waxed so my fingers slid easily over the bare flesh until I reached her lips. Gently, I slipped my finger in between them and felt her juices coat my fingers. She gasped as I began stroking her. Holding her gaze steadily, I pushed my finger inside of her pussy.
She was tight, and I could feel her walls pressing against my finger as I pushed it in deeper. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and shiver went through her. I added a second finger easily and slowly started pumping them in and out of her body, as much as I could with the tight jeans still on her body. My thumb found the pink nub of her clit and I started rubbing it as well.
It would have been easy to rip the pants off of her and slip my cock into her, right here on the living room floor. Somehow fucking her with my fingers with both of us still clothed added to the forbidden nature of what we were doing.
“Ahhhhh!” she moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna- ANDREW!” Jenna almost shrieked my name as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel her inner muscles clenching my fingers as I wrung the aftershocks out of her.
My fingers were sticky with her juices when I eased them from her body. Jenna leaned heavily against me, my body being the only thing holding her up. My cock throbbed at the proximity to her, and all I could think about was taking her upstairs and stripping those clothes off to reveal my stepsister’s beautiful body. That tight, wet pussy had felt fantastic squeezing my fingers and it would feel doubly amazing wrapped around my cock.
Jenna’s hand squeezed my cock, and my knees almost buckled. I looked over to where her head was resting on my shoulder and saw the sly smile across her lips.
“Let’s go to my room,” she whispered.
***
Jenna’s room was an odd mixture of little girl, teenager and adult. A small mountain of teddy bears and stuffed rabbits covered an ottoman shoved into the corner. The purple walls were plastered with photos of her friends and whichever rockstars or TV guys she was hot for this week. A simple grey and white striped bedspread covered the twin bed. I wondered where that purple vibrator was hidden.
The door clicked shut and Jenna was on me, her mouth devouring mine like she was searching for the secrets of the universe. Her hands were busy between our bodies, stroking the bulge of my cock through the rough denim concealing it. I shivered as her dexterous fingers circled the head, painstakingly slowly rubbing down length of the shaft, the fabric making it impossible to get the amount of friction I was longing for.
I felt her pop the button of my jeans and ease the zipper downward, inch by torturous inch. Freed from its denim prison, my cock jutted out of the V of my open fly, only covered by my thin cotton boxers.
Jenna dropped to her knees, dragging my pants down with her.
“You should take your shirt off,” I asked.
She smiled. “Do you think a lot about my tits, Andrew?” She wiggles out of the t-shirt she was wearing and tosses it up at me. Reflexively, I caught it before tossing it over shoulder to land somewhere in the vicinity of the bed.
I didn’t bother replying to her question. My reaction was more than enough of an answer. Jenna knelt on the carpet and looked up at me, that damn grin still pasted across her face as my eyes drilled into her tits the way I hoped my cock would be drilling into her pussy in a few minutes. Her breasts were hidden by a red, lacy thing that barely had enough fabric to be honestly called a bra. It was cut low
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