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Since Amy moved into their house and lives just more than a year ago, Danny could not stop thinking of, and secretly ogling her. She was just so beautiful and perfect. She scared him a little too. With her self-assured and dominating air, he did not want to appear naïve or stupid, anything like a younger brother, even if they are technically unrelated. He would not like to cause trouble with his mom too. Especially as she has been doing her best to care for Amy and him since his dad died in a car accident almost two years ago. And then, her best friend, Amy’s mom, of cancer a few months later.
So, he tried to keep his distance, while using every available opportunity to watch her and be close to her without creating the impression that he was stalking her. Or, even worse, in love with her. Yuck! Definitely not the case. Not now. Or ever. He’s not one of those affectionate, touchy-feely guys that he sometimes sees in the movies. He’s already becoming a real macho man, in charge, like how he remembered his father, he thought.
Although it was true that she often visited his dreams, leaving him wet and spent in the morning, or with a persistent morning glory that he has to work off in the shower, he was sure that it was normal. To be expected even, living in the same home 24/7 with a sexy angel. Well not 24/7, although it sometimes felt like it. And she wasn’t really an angel too. He had watched her unobserved with boyfriends. There was Steve. They fucked in the pool when they thought no one else was home that evening. Arriving home early from a friend’s birthday party, his parents still at a work function, he heard sounds outside. Not expecting Amy home either, he sneaked around the back of the house, peeking around the corner.
There they were, naked in the pool, with just the full moon casting light onto their bodies. He couldn’t see much underwater, but from their rhythmic and coordinated movements they were undoubtedly screwing. Amy’s increasingly passionate moans seemed to spur Steve on to thrust harder. And faster. Danny could not keep his eyes of Amy’s bouncing breasts above the water surface. And her face. Agape with passion and pleasure, it shook his insides. Wishing that he could make her squeal like that.
Sensing that they were close to an awe-inspiring climax, he knew he had to make himself scarce but he couldn’t move. Watching the final moans and thrusts, he finally got going, slipping out of the yard and into a nearby park where he stroked off his boner in the darkness, relieving the ache that had built up. When he returned, they had left. Alone in the big house, with his lingering memories of her tits and rapturous expression, he had jerked off again, finally feeling satisfied for the moment.
The second time that he had watched her secretly having sex was with Robert, a large black guy with a cock to match. They were on the couch in front of the TV on a Saturday afternoon. Apparently whatever they had been watching were boring and they got busy with each other instead. This time, he had a much better view, peering in from the outside through a crack in the hastily drawn curtains. Robert was lying lengthwise on the couch, Amy on top of him, bucking wildly.
It looked like a mature form of rodeo, which would have been funny if it didn’t have such an immediate arousing effect on Danny. His boner was pressing against his pants as he watched Amy’s lily white butt moving up and down on Robert’s thick black cock. Wow! If only if it could have been him, he thought again.
He opened his pants and his dick jumped out, desperate for attention. Matching their strokes, he leaned against the wall, massaging himself. She rides like a master, he thought, increasing his rhythm to match up. It wasn’t long before Robert came with a final few slower, deep thrusts. Danny spurted against the wall before ducking out of view.
Jerking his attention back to the present moment, Danny watched as Amy took down the dry laundry items from the clothesline. As she bent down to put each piece in the laundry basket, he could see her short skirt riding up, giving him a brief but delicious glimpse of her skimpy white lace panties each time. Oh, the promise that it holds, he thought, longingly. He was only half concealed by a corner of the rough brick wall but felt emboldened by the fact that her back was turned to him. And by the thrilling sensation of his growing erection. He watched her for a few more moments, squeezing his increasingly sensitive bulge. She seemed to be bending lower and lower. Her legs slightly wider apart, he was sure he could see the swelling of her pussy lips. Then, his stomach turned as she spoke.
“I can see you there, you know?” She said, apparently watching him from upside down through the darkened lenses of her sunglasses.
Frozen, with his hand cupping his hard-on, he did not utter a word.
“You’ve been enjoying the view, haven’t you? Don’t be shy now,” she said.
Whether she was encouraging or teasing him, he couldn’t tell. He was embarrassed but she was also completely sexy and a vision of heart-stopping beauty. He tried to slink back around the corner but didn’t want to lose his line of sight either. He was completely mesmerized by her.
She straightened up and turned around, facing him. Her short, flowery dress, more of a beach cover-up really, was sparkling in the summer sun. Her smooth skin was blush from the moist east coast heat and her dark brown, wayward curls gleaming. He did not think she had a bra on and it made his cock kick against the inside of his briefs, clearly struggling to be freed from the constraint.
She waved him over. “Come help me take the laundry basket in.” Hesitantly, he walked over, still shyly trying to hide his growing erection. But she noticed anyway, he could tell by her gaze and naughty smirk. A couple of steps short of her, he stopped, his courage abandoning him. It had been hanging on by a thin thread anyway. He felt awkward and unsure, not knowing what to do next, waiting for a cue from her. He was aching and uncomfortable, wanting nothing else than to strip off his shorts and offering himself to her. But he was frightened too. It kept him motionless for a few moments, his hand still lightly covering himself from her keen eyes.
She watched him quietly, apparently undecided too. She took a step forward, covering half the distance between them. She was close enough for him to see a vein in her neck lightly throbbing. Her breath was quick and shallow. Maybe it was the heat but he hoped she was turned on too. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin material. As he looked, they became more pointed. Or, maybe it was only his imagination born of hope and desire. He swallowed dryly, wincing a little as he surreptitiously squeezed his crotch.
She suddenly moved, startling his thoughts. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she pushed against him, kissing him hard and decisively, as if she didn’t want to give him an opportunity to back out. She shouldn’t have worried, he was passed most rational thinking, although he continued to feel anxious and unsure. He’s never had sex with anyone else before and she was so much more experienced and his step-sister, for goodness sake. It was not supposed to be like this.
But his mind was busy losing the battle, he knew that as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss with a tinge of saltiness. She pulled him closer, trapping his hand between them, still on his crotch. After a last squeeze or two, he pulled it out, feeling him press against her. She clutched his back, pushing herself harder against him. She was moaning softly in his mouth, purring almost.
It was incredibly hot and he felt a rush of heat and lust move to his groin. Scared that he had already ejaculated pre-cum and that everything will be over before he even got his shorts off, he broke contact and looked down. Everything was just as it had been but she used the opportunity to put her hand on his bulge, lightly rubbing up and down his sensitive shaft. He almost choked, trying desperately to slow his racing hormones down.
This time, he pulled her close, preventing her from moving her hand too much. He kissed her neck and groped a breast with one hand, the other on her lower back, holding her against his aching body. It was his turn to gasp as he found her nipple, clumsily pinching and rubbing around and over the hardened tip. She inhaled sharply, grinding against him, before taking him by the hand.
“Let’s go inside,” she said. Hurriedly, they walked in, only as far as the lounge area before groping each other again. She pushed him backward down onto the couch—the same place that she had ridden the giant black dude before. Danny’s breath caught as she sat down on top of him, her ass just below his crotch, legs spread on either side, panties exposed. He could see the bulge of her pussy lips straining against the thin lace, peeking out at the sides.
There was a growing wet spot between her legs and, feeling an unbridled urgency, he pushed his fingers inside her panties, spreading her swollen lips and the juices inside. She was purring again, riding her hips against his upper thighs.
Fumbling a little, but remembering a video that he has seen about how to finger a woman, he did not stick his fingers in immediately, although he wanted to. Instead, he rubbed along the sides, swirling the slick fluid around, just putting gentle pressure on her clit. It must have been the right advice because she was moaning louder, saying “Yes, God, yes,” over and over.
With one swift movement, she lifted her bum up and pulled Danny’s shorts all the way down, briefs and all. His cock jumped free, standing straight up, thick and hard. Not wasting time, in a continued flurry, she pulled her dress over her head, flinging it aside, before leaning over and taking him into her mouth, lapping up the pre-cum that was now wetting his shaft. Her nipples were scraping against his thighs. She wrapped her lips around his cock, first just using her lips to tease his darkened mushroom tip, licking the sensitive area around the corona before taking it all the way into her mouth. Looking at her bobbing her head up and down on him, he grabbed both breasts, rubbing her nipples with his palms, feeling intensely aroused. This was exactly what he had been dreaming of for a long time.
Her warm breath and saliva felt incredibly good. When he started to hump her throat, she must have sensed that he was close, so she quickly climbed on top of him, pulled her panty out of the way, and sank him deep inside her. For an incredible moment, she stayed motionless, letting him experience the dizzying feeling of having her at last. He could feel the familiar tingling starting at the bottom of his spine, his back and butt muscles beginning to contract. As she moved up and down, in and out, he could feel the slick sensation of her pussy pulling at his skin. The tightness reached his balls, finally contracting quickly and powerfully, squirting cum deep into her. He jerked uncontrollably, slipping from her warm wetness. When the contractions at last subsided, he felt light-headed and short of breath but not wanting the dream to be over. It was far too quick this time.
“Oh…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…,” he stammered breathlessly.
“Nothing to worry about,” she said, winking at him, leaning over to plant a big, moist kiss on his lips. “I’m not done with you yet,” she promised him mischievously, using circular motions with her hips to spread their juices around. She snuck a hand in between their hot bodies, gently tugging at him, before moving down and lightly lapping and swirling her tongue, tasting his delicious flavors. He felt her lick away to the underside and when he felt her reach his balls, he pushed himself into her mouth, feeling his cock thickening again.
“Oh, yes, baby,” she encouraged him, sounding very smitten. Apparently that was all that he needed to kick him into high gear again. Roughly pulling her up, he rolled over on top of her, for the first time feeling heady with the control. He slid up and down over her body, rubbing himself against her, using their sweat and love juices as a natural lubricant. He propped himself up on his elbows, pushing his stiffening cock against her, wanting…needing to take her hard this time.
He faced the doorway of the lounge when he was shocked with disbelief. George, his mom’s new boyfriend, was standing there, looking at them. Johnny tried to get up but slipped and fell back on top of her. The other man still said nothing, his expression hard to read.
Amy had not yet noticed him. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, pouting a little bit. Then Johnnie saw it.
George had an enormous erection that pushed against his jeans, desperately to be let loose. As Johnnie looked on, the older man opened his pants and freed himself. Holding his cock in his hand, Johnny could not remember that he had ever seen it that huge. Even when he secretly watched him fuck two of Amy’s friends outside next to the pool one Saturday morning when his mom was at work, he had not been this impressive.
The thought of him being so turned on by them screwing, unexpectedly excited Johnnie and made him feel bold and invincible. Having recovered from his shock, he lifted his buttocks from Amy, subconsciously flashing his own stiff member. When George cleared his throat, it was Amy’s turn to freeze. Pushing Johnnie aside, she struggled to sit up, her eyes wide with surprise and consternation as she stared at him, open-mouthed.
Seeing him working himself, she gasped, everything else forgotten. “O my…that’s so big,” she said, absent-mindedly stroking Johnny, who was still half-lying next to her on the couch. They both stared at George, waiting for some sign of what to do next. Stepping out of his jeans, and pulling his wife beater shirt over his head, George stepped closer, letting Amy get a full close-up frontal view. She tried to speak but either didn’t know what to say or had become dumbfounded with eager anticipation. Probably the latter.
She swallowed dryly and opened her legs involuntarily, feeling his eyes on her ripe, moist pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward, pushing her mouth against the head of his cock. Obediently, she opened her lips, greedily tasting the tip before taking him deeper inside her mouth, sucking hungrily. He tugged at her head, forcing himself in all the way to the base of his cock. She moaned and made a little gagging sound, holding her breath. After a few seconds, he released the tension a bit, letting her catch her breath, before doing it again.
When she started to look a little more than uncomfortable, George maneuvered her so that she was standing on knees and hands on the couch. She resumed her blowjob while Johnny entered her from behind. He could not believe that they were fucking her together, something he never even dared think about or hope for. This time, he wanted to make it last, show George that he was one of the men now…in control. For a while, sheTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
So, he tried to keep his distance, while using every available opportunity to watch her and be close to her without creating the impression that he was stalking her. Or, even worse, in love with her. Yuck! Definitely not the case. Not now. Or ever. He’s not one of those affectionate, touchy-feely guys that he sometimes sees in the movies. He’s already becoming a real macho man, in charge, like how he remembered his father, he thought.
Although it was true that she often visited his dreams, leaving him wet and spent in the morning, or with a persistent morning glory that he has to work off in the shower, he was sure that it was normal. To be expected even, living in the same home 24/7 with a sexy angel. Well not 24/7, although it sometimes felt like it. And she wasn’t really an angel too. He had watched her unobserved with boyfriends. There was Steve. They fucked in the pool when they thought no one else was home that evening. Arriving home early from a friend’s birthday party, his parents still at a work function, he heard sounds outside. Not expecting Amy home either, he sneaked around the back of the house, peeking around the corner.
There they were, naked in the pool, with just the full moon casting light onto their bodies. He couldn’t see much underwater, but from their rhythmic and coordinated movements they were undoubtedly screwing. Amy’s increasingly passionate moans seemed to spur Steve on to thrust harder. And faster. Danny could not keep his eyes of Amy’s bouncing breasts above the water surface. And her face. Agape with passion and pleasure, it shook his insides. Wishing that he could make her squeal like that.
Sensing that they were close to an awe-inspiring climax, he knew he had to make himself scarce but he couldn’t move. Watching the final moans and thrusts, he finally got going, slipping out of the yard and into a nearby park where he stroked off his boner in the darkness, relieving the ache that had built up. When he returned, they had left. Alone in the big house, with his lingering memories of her tits and rapturous expression, he had jerked off again, finally feeling satisfied for the moment.
The second time that he had watched her secretly having sex was with Robert, a large black guy with a cock to match. They were on the couch in front of the TV on a Saturday afternoon. Apparently whatever they had been watching were boring and they got busy with each other instead. This time, he had a much better view, peering in from the outside through a crack in the hastily drawn curtains. Robert was lying lengthwise on the couch, Amy on top of him, bucking wildly.
It looked like a mature form of rodeo, which would have been funny if it didn’t have such an immediate arousing effect on Danny. His boner was pressing against his pants as he watched Amy’s lily white butt moving up and down on Robert’s thick black cock. Wow! If only if it could have been him, he thought again.
He opened his pants and his dick jumped out, desperate for attention. Matching their strokes, he leaned against the wall, massaging himself. She rides like a master, he thought, increasing his rhythm to match up. It wasn’t long before Robert came with a final few slower, deep thrusts. Danny spurted against the wall before ducking out of view.
Jerking his attention back to the present moment, Danny watched as Amy took down the dry laundry items from the clothesline. As she bent down to put each piece in the laundry basket, he could see her short skirt riding up, giving him a brief but delicious glimpse of her skimpy white lace panties each time. Oh, the promise that it holds, he thought, longingly. He was only half concealed by a corner of the rough brick wall but felt emboldened by the fact that her back was turned to him. And by the thrilling sensation of his growing erection. He watched her for a few more moments, squeezing his increasingly sensitive bulge. She seemed to be bending lower and lower. Her legs slightly wider apart, he was sure he could see the swelling of her pussy lips. Then, his stomach turned as she spoke.
“I can see you there, you know?” She said, apparently watching him from upside down through the darkened lenses of her sunglasses.
Frozen, with his hand cupping his hard-on, he did not utter a word.
“You’ve been enjoying the view, haven’t you? Don’t be shy now,” she said.
Whether she was encouraging or teasing him, he couldn’t tell. He was embarrassed but she was also completely sexy and a vision of heart-stopping beauty. He tried to slink back around the corner but didn’t want to lose his line of sight either. He was completely mesmerized by her.
She straightened up and turned around, facing him. Her short, flowery dress, more of a beach cover-up really, was sparkling in the summer sun. Her smooth skin was blush from the moist east coast heat and her dark brown, wayward curls gleaming. He did not think she had a bra on and it made his cock kick against the inside of his briefs, clearly struggling to be freed from the constraint.
She waved him over. “Come help me take the laundry basket in.” Hesitantly, he walked over, still shyly trying to hide his growing erection. But she noticed anyway, he could tell by her gaze and naughty smirk. A couple of steps short of her, he stopped, his courage abandoning him. It had been hanging on by a thin thread anyway. He felt awkward and unsure, not knowing what to do next, waiting for a cue from her. He was aching and uncomfortable, wanting nothing else than to strip off his shorts and offering himself to her. But he was frightened too. It kept him motionless for a few moments, his hand still lightly covering himself from her keen eyes.
She watched him quietly, apparently undecided too. She took a step forward, covering half the distance between them. She was close enough for him to see a vein in her neck lightly throbbing. Her breath was quick and shallow. Maybe it was the heat but he hoped she was turned on too. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin material. As he looked, they became more pointed. Or, maybe it was only his imagination born of hope and desire. He swallowed dryly, wincing a little as he surreptitiously squeezed his crotch.
She suddenly moved, startling his thoughts. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she pushed against him, kissing him hard and decisively, as if she didn’t want to give him an opportunity to back out. She shouldn’t have worried, he was passed most rational thinking, although he continued to feel anxious and unsure. He’s never had sex with anyone else before and she was so much more experienced and his step-sister, for goodness sake. It was not supposed to be like this.
But his mind was busy losing the battle, he knew that as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss with a tinge of saltiness. She pulled him closer, trapping his hand between them, still on his crotch. After a last squeeze or two, he pulled it out, feeling him press against her. She clutched his back, pushing herself harder against him. She was moaning softly in his mouth, purring almost.
It was incredibly hot and he felt a rush of heat and lust move to his groin. Scared that he had already ejaculated pre-cum and that everything will be over before he even got his shorts off, he broke contact and looked down. Everything was just as it had been but she used the opportunity to put her hand on his bulge, lightly rubbing up and down his sensitive shaft. He almost choked, trying desperately to slow his racing hormones down.
This time, he pulled her close, preventing her from moving her hand too much. He kissed her neck and groped a breast with one hand, the other on her lower back, holding her against his aching body. It was his turn to gasp as he found her nipple, clumsily pinching and rubbing around and over the hardened tip. She inhaled sharply, grinding against him, before taking him by the hand.
“Let’s go inside,” she said. Hurriedly, they walked in, only as far as the lounge area before groping each other again. She pushed him backward down onto the couch—the same place that she had ridden the giant black dude before. Danny’s breath caught as she sat down on top of him, her ass just below his crotch, legs spread on either side, panties exposed. He could see the bulge of her pussy lips straining against the thin lace, peeking out at the sides.
There was a growing wet spot between her legs and, feeling an unbridled urgency, he pushed his fingers inside her panties, spreading her swollen lips and the juices inside. She was purring again, riding her hips against his upper thighs.
Fumbling a little, but remembering a video that he has seen about how to finger a woman, he did not stick his fingers in immediately, although he wanted to. Instead, he rubbed along the sides, swirling the slick fluid around, just putting gentle pressure on her clit. It must have been the right advice because she was moaning louder, saying “Yes, God, yes,” over and over.
With one swift movement, she lifted her bum up and pulled Danny’s shorts all the way down, briefs and all. His cock jumped free, standing straight up, thick and hard. Not wasting time, in a continued flurry, she pulled her dress over her head, flinging it aside, before leaning over and taking him into her mouth, lapping up the pre-cum that was now wetting his shaft. Her nipples were scraping against his thighs. She wrapped her lips around his cock, first just using her lips to tease his darkened mushroom tip, licking the sensitive area around the corona before taking it all the way into her mouth. Looking at her bobbing her head up and down on him, he grabbed both breasts, rubbing her nipples with his palms, feeling intensely aroused. This was exactly what he had been dreaming of for a long time.
Her warm breath and saliva felt incredibly good. When he started to hump her throat, she must have sensed that he was close, so she quickly climbed on top of him, pulled her panty out of the way, and sank him deep inside her. For an incredible moment, she stayed motionless, letting him experience the dizzying feeling of having her at last. He could feel the familiar tingling starting at the bottom of his spine, his back and butt muscles beginning to contract. As she moved up and down, in and out, he could feel the slick sensation of her pussy pulling at his skin. The tightness reached his balls, finally contracting quickly and powerfully, squirting cum deep into her. He jerked uncontrollably, slipping from her warm wetness. When the contractions at last subsided, he felt light-headed and short of breath but not wanting the dream to be over. It was far too quick this time.
“Oh…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…,” he stammered breathlessly.
“Nothing to worry about,” she said, winking at him, leaning over to plant a big, moist kiss on his lips. “I’m not done with you yet,” she promised him mischievously, using circular motions with her hips to spread their juices around. She snuck a hand in between their hot bodies, gently tugging at him, before moving down and lightly lapping and swirling her tongue, tasting his delicious flavors. He felt her lick away to the underside and when he felt her reach his balls, he pushed himself into her mouth, feeling his cock thickening again.
“Oh, yes, baby,” she encouraged him, sounding very smitten. Apparently that was all that he needed to kick him into high gear again. Roughly pulling her up, he rolled over on top of her, for the first time feeling heady with the control. He slid up and down over her body, rubbing himself against her, using their sweat and love juices as a natural lubricant. He propped himself up on his elbows, pushing his stiffening cock against her, wanting…needing to take her hard this time.
He faced the doorway of the lounge when he was shocked with disbelief. George, his mom’s new boyfriend, was standing there, looking at them. Johnny tried to get up but slipped and fell back on top of her. The other man still said nothing, his expression hard to read.
Amy had not yet noticed him. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, pouting a little bit. Then Johnnie saw it.
George had an enormous erection that pushed against his jeans, desperately to be let loose. As Johnnie looked on, the older man opened his pants and freed himself. Holding his cock in his hand, Johnny could not remember that he had ever seen it that huge. Even when he secretly watched him fuck two of Amy’s friends outside next to the pool one Saturday morning when his mom was at work, he had not been this impressive.
The thought of him being so turned on by them screwing, unexpectedly excited Johnnie and made him feel bold and invincible. Having recovered from his shock, he lifted his buttocks from Amy, subconsciously flashing his own stiff member. When George cleared his throat, it was Amy’s turn to freeze. Pushing Johnnie aside, she struggled to sit up, her eyes wide with surprise and consternation as she stared at him, open-mouthed.
Seeing him working himself, she gasped, everything else forgotten. “O my…that’s so big,” she said, absent-mindedly stroking Johnny, who was still half-lying next to her on the couch. They both stared at George, waiting for some sign of what to do next. Stepping out of his jeans, and pulling his wife beater shirt over his head, George stepped closer, letting Amy get a full close-up frontal view. She tried to speak but either didn’t know what to say or had become dumbfounded with eager anticipation. Probably the latter.
She swallowed dryly and opened her legs involuntarily, feeling his eyes on her ripe, moist pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward, pushing her mouth against the head of his cock. Obediently, she opened her lips, greedily tasting the tip before taking him deeper inside her mouth, sucking hungrily. He tugged at her head, forcing himself in all the way to the base of his cock. She moaned and made a little gagging sound, holding her breath. After a few seconds, he released the tension a bit, letting her catch her breath, before doing it again.
When she started to look a little more than uncomfortable, George maneuvered her so that she was standing on knees and hands on the couch. She resumed her blowjob while Johnny entered her from behind. He could not believe that they were fucking her together, something he never even dared think about or hope for. This time, he wanted to make it last, show George that he was one of the men now…in control. For a while, sheTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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