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Why teens don’t clean the WC: J’Arnie and Hamish promised to do their fair share of the dirty household chores in their new blended family. A filthy encounter by two college step siblings in their own loo.
Delia Rogers and Ted McDonald like any new step parents juggling full time work, a new relationship and a newly built home and trying to keep it teenage tidy: kept persisting that the young college step offspring under their roof pull their weight with the basics and occasionally glove up and clean the dunny.
Mrs Rogers thought how hard it could be for her own daughter J’Arnie or her step son Hamish, to drop a scented disc into the water tank, squirt some toilet duck under the rim, give the brush a swirl around the porcelain and flush the frickin crapper...
The usual too hard it seemed. Delia like any mum of college teenagers was left perplexed....just what the fuck was side tracking this seemingly anally retentive pair of youngsters from a quick important rostered household task.
Hamish was new to the task. Both cleaning the toilet and a hopeful expectant additional anal encounters with his brunette step sister. He wouldn’t waste time before ramming into her butthole if he got another chance, after their awesome kitchen escapade; a couple of days ago.
J’Arnie wasn’t new to toilet sex or a stiff anal dogging. However it had been two days and well she needed a fill-up.
Delia had gone to the butcher and Ted had a work call out. Our brunette five foot fiver... had time to hunt for Hamish.
‘Mmm...Where could Hamish be...?’ and she was undressed and looking. Spice up the encounter and she moving with pleasure because she had a shapely filling butt-plug snugly situated in her primed pink arsehole.Her butt was plugged but only as a precursor to cock. Lubed and creating space as she sauntered through the house, the plug was doing its job, expanding her internals and making her so, so randy. It was a stainless steel delight , deep in at the cheery point and snug and tight at her sensitive rectum rim ring.
Hamish was committed to the task. The immediate one... cleaning the loo. He had never done it before. His dad Ted and he, when alone, had a house cleaner. He seriously wanted today to create the right impression with stepmom, Delia; she was probably starting to think he was lazy after the botched washing up and untidy bedroom incidents.
Hamish was flexing into a pair of unsexy, long pinky feminine rubber gloves and looking under the vanity cupboard for the cleaning fluid. The liquid gel was easy to find. However, the tank tablets packet had been knocked over and was way in the back corner cavity...he had to get on his hands and knees... and had to reach deep...it was tricky to reach....so tight...
“Oh Fuck Me” was all Hamish managed as he nearly hit his head inside the cupboard. A finger had shot straight up his loose shorts, under his boxers and into his arsehole.
“Yeah fuck my arse you prick...you owe my booty hole big time, all the time; .get your cock out of the cupboard...now and stick it somewhere useful”
Hamish backed out but was left hunched on all fours because J'Arnie had dacked him and splashed his gaped arsehole with spit and hit his anal ring with turbo tongue tip speed. The bitch knew how to rim. Hamish was groaning in pleasure instantly. The girl could toss the salad, arse snorkel, rim snoggle, tongue fuck insanely good; a twist and twirl of her tongue tip, delving deep, sweeping the edge, plying , puckering, smearing saliva, adding her finger, then two to mix the sensations for Hamish. Oh and kissing his starfish for good measure. She was good, her tongue in his crack deep. She was fucking his arsehole with her tongue and tugging his erection backwards between his legs. Then her tongue sliding wide , up, down and all around, his heightened sensitive rim. But the tongue pokes, short and sharp, then withdrawn, then repeated, brought Hamish close to pecker load release.
J'Arnie knew he was ready to service her and boy did she like full rectum receivership.
“Oh My God” came from a stunned Hamish as he turned around out of the cupboard...his step sister was already fully naked...all he had was the full upward male stare vista of J’Arnie’s gaped cunny and poop shooter, her arsehole shaped by a glorious silver butt-plug. ....what a view...what a private contoured landscape of flesh.
All he felt next was his face buried in her fem-holes.
His face was where a males face dreams of being...buried in soft fem-flesh.
J’Arnie the tart-let was grinding into his tongue and his nose. Letting him taste and smell her.
Geez she smelt musky...as in a sexy hungry odour. Her fondled her arse around the plug.
Hamish was lost in the intoxication of fem-smell and the rush of his tongue wanting to probe and sweep over every crevice and crack and slit in her cute young body. He knew this was bad...but bad never felt so swell. Fuck he was getting his step sisters arse again: right here and right now. No delays.
J’Arnie was truly; purposefully, grinding her pussy into Hamish’s over busy tongue. She was rotating her pelvis faster than an overworked basketball bench in tight overtime. She was cranking up the frictional energy to unsustainable heights. Fuck she needed a dick and that after all was why she was in the loo.
She got Hamish up off the floor. The guy would have spent the next hour, the next day or even his whole life if he could between her legs... it seemed. Christ she only wanted a back door root, didn’t the guy get enough butt elsewhere. Fuck he was six foot and the frickin College point guard and blonde and well hung. Surely he got regular butt in his face.
Truth was Hamish had been getting more than his fair college share of chicks and making out and getting to a range of standard bases and nice pussy-but arse , even a finger in it was rare: but he had become almost fatally addicted to his step sister’s potty mouth and open arse: within a couple of weeks of sharing their new home.
“No buggerizing around...you bastard ...be a bugger and bugger me...understand” said J’Arnie, propping one leg upon the toilet seat and giving Hamish a clear unambiguous view and squeezing the butt plug out with her skilful back door muscles..
God it was a hole to die for, puckered, gaped and gawped.
J’Arnie added: “Get those fuckin stupid pink gloves off”
Our athletic blonde’s rigid schlong was one primed hot sausage. It was sizzling hot for action.
“Oh Fuck Me...you are one tight bitch...fuck that’s good” he managed to say as he eased into her puckered flesh.
“Mmm...stuff your stiff meat in....the plug has done its job”
Hamish still found her tight. Fuck what a tight fit. He eased it in and out. So pleasurable.
Her filthy responses still surprised him.
“Oh shit...yeah that’s it....fuckin poke it ...poke it” insisted J’Arnie, “ ...in and out...oh god...you have one big dick...keep it moving...oh yeah...fuck me...that’s good...fuckin good...oh...oh...oh” and she was in the ribald moment of a very pleasant dicking in her arse.
“Fuck...yeah...man...sweet...what an arse...orh...orh...orh” and Hamish was lost for words in overwhelming constriction and his stepsister’s sphincter’s flexing.
She was a whore at heart complete with a harlot’s skills.
They had the shared pleasurable minutes of total individual body bliss. They were saturated in self pleasure. In short it was simple awesome anal sex for two.
Well that’s how it started. Then Hamish got right into it and got his cock super pumping.
J’Arnie had to hold the cistern to steady herself because her step brother was thrusting so frickin hard.
That was until Hamish burst out: “Oh fuck I can’t control it any longer...shit I’m gunna cum”
Like a true Jezebel, our slutette J’Arnie wanted a gob full of man juice.
Hamish tried to direct his bursting wad but lost control and fired off everywhere. He aimed for the brunette’s anxious mouth...but it spurted and sprayed everywhere because it was an extra big excited splash of trouser gravy...it was in her hair...some got in her mouth accidentally... and the rest was jettisoned around the toilet.
She wiped her face and lip smacked any cum into her mouth for a swirl and swallow.
“Pretty good...you’ll get more arse and pussy... when you least expect it “and J’Arnie’s alluring rump left the loo with a swanky skanky catwalk arse strut.
J’Arnie had a new girlfriend to catch up with. One of Hamish’s mates sisters...a girl that needed an education in the sapphic arts....busy schedule...our brunette trollop.
‘Fuck me’ was all a captivated Hamish could think as he watched his stepsister’s stunning arse...the arse he had been in ...disappear....
Hamish was in complete male daze satisfaction...till he realised...’Oh shit I promised Jonesy and Nick, I’d shoot a few hoops...oh fuck cleaning the loo’...and he just left the job unfinished...after all he had completed a way more satisfying job on his step sister’s arse.
And wow was he in the zone with his mates; shooting hoops...he was deadly...so relaxed....
Coming back from the butchers to an empty house... Mrs Rogers...went to the toilet...someone had half halfheartedly; half started the cleaning job...but stopped...
She went through in her mind: the why bother to find out why it wasn’t finished... she just pink gloved up herself to clean the loo...a frickin two minute job maximum...
The woman in Delia told her to wipe around the base of the porcelain throne...’Men...including her beloved Ted; they think they can aim...what the fuck...yes it was fresh semen...the places young guys wank off’ she though...then...’Still he was a virgin according to Ted...nice boy...a good influence on J’Arnie’... she was sure of that...
Still as she flushed the undesirable task to a fast finish: it crossed her busy mind: Why can’t teens clean the fucking loo occasionally...
Well if Delia knew the answer in this case...
Delia Rogers and Ted McDonald like any new step parents juggling full time work, a new relationship and a newly built home and trying to keep it teenage tidy: kept persisting that the young college step offspring under their roof pull their weight with the basics and occasionally glove up and clean the dunny.
Mrs Rogers thought how hard it could be for her own daughter J’Arnie or her step son Hamish, to drop a scented disc into the water tank, squirt some toilet duck under the rim, give the brush a swirl around the porcelain and flush the frickin crapper...
The usual too hard it seemed. Delia like any mum of college teenagers was left perplexed....just what the fuck was side tracking this seemingly anally retentive pair of youngsters from a quick important rostered household task.
Hamish was new to the task. Both cleaning the toilet and a hopeful expectant additional anal encounters with his brunette step sister. He wouldn’t waste time before ramming into her butthole if he got another chance, after their awesome kitchen escapade; a couple of days ago.
J’Arnie wasn’t new to toilet sex or a stiff anal dogging. However it had been two days and well she needed a fill-up.
Delia had gone to the butcher and Ted had a work call out. Our brunette five foot fiver... had time to hunt for Hamish.
‘Mmm...Where could Hamish be...?’ and she was undressed and looking. Spice up the encounter and she moving with pleasure because she had a shapely filling butt-plug snugly situated in her primed pink arsehole.Her butt was plugged but only as a precursor to cock. Lubed and creating space as she sauntered through the house, the plug was doing its job, expanding her internals and making her so, so randy. It was a stainless steel delight , deep in at the cheery point and snug and tight at her sensitive rectum rim ring.
Hamish was committed to the task. The immediate one... cleaning the loo. He had never done it before. His dad Ted and he, when alone, had a house cleaner. He seriously wanted today to create the right impression with stepmom, Delia; she was probably starting to think he was lazy after the botched washing up and untidy bedroom incidents.
Hamish was flexing into a pair of unsexy, long pinky feminine rubber gloves and looking under the vanity cupboard for the cleaning fluid. The liquid gel was easy to find. However, the tank tablets packet had been knocked over and was way in the back corner cavity...he had to get on his hands and knees... and had to reach deep...it was tricky to reach....so tight...
“Oh Fuck Me” was all Hamish managed as he nearly hit his head inside the cupboard. A finger had shot straight up his loose shorts, under his boxers and into his arsehole.
“Yeah fuck my arse you prick...you owe my booty hole big time, all the time; .get your cock out of the cupboard...now and stick it somewhere useful”
Hamish backed out but was left hunched on all fours because J'Arnie had dacked him and splashed his gaped arsehole with spit and hit his anal ring with turbo tongue tip speed. The bitch knew how to rim. Hamish was groaning in pleasure instantly. The girl could toss the salad, arse snorkel, rim snoggle, tongue fuck insanely good; a twist and twirl of her tongue tip, delving deep, sweeping the edge, plying , puckering, smearing saliva, adding her finger, then two to mix the sensations for Hamish. Oh and kissing his starfish for good measure. She was good, her tongue in his crack deep. She was fucking his arsehole with her tongue and tugging his erection backwards between his legs. Then her tongue sliding wide , up, down and all around, his heightened sensitive rim. But the tongue pokes, short and sharp, then withdrawn, then repeated, brought Hamish close to pecker load release.
J'Arnie knew he was ready to service her and boy did she like full rectum receivership.
“Oh My God” came from a stunned Hamish as he turned around out of the cupboard...his step sister was already fully naked...all he had was the full upward male stare vista of J’Arnie’s gaped cunny and poop shooter, her arsehole shaped by a glorious silver butt-plug. ....what a view...what a private contoured landscape of flesh.
All he felt next was his face buried in her fem-holes.
His face was where a males face dreams of being...buried in soft fem-flesh.
J’Arnie the tart-let was grinding into his tongue and his nose. Letting him taste and smell her.
Geez she smelt musky...as in a sexy hungry odour. Her fondled her arse around the plug.
Hamish was lost in the intoxication of fem-smell and the rush of his tongue wanting to probe and sweep over every crevice and crack and slit in her cute young body. He knew this was bad...but bad never felt so swell. Fuck he was getting his step sisters arse again: right here and right now. No delays.
J’Arnie was truly; purposefully, grinding her pussy into Hamish’s over busy tongue. She was rotating her pelvis faster than an overworked basketball bench in tight overtime. She was cranking up the frictional energy to unsustainable heights. Fuck she needed a dick and that after all was why she was in the loo.
She got Hamish up off the floor. The guy would have spent the next hour, the next day or even his whole life if he could between her legs... it seemed. Christ she only wanted a back door root, didn’t the guy get enough butt elsewhere. Fuck he was six foot and the frickin College point guard and blonde and well hung. Surely he got regular butt in his face.
Truth was Hamish had been getting more than his fair college share of chicks and making out and getting to a range of standard bases and nice pussy-but arse , even a finger in it was rare: but he had become almost fatally addicted to his step sister’s potty mouth and open arse: within a couple of weeks of sharing their new home.
“No buggerizing around...you bastard ...be a bugger and bugger me...understand” said J’Arnie, propping one leg upon the toilet seat and giving Hamish a clear unambiguous view and squeezing the butt plug out with her skilful back door muscles..
God it was a hole to die for, puckered, gaped and gawped.
J’Arnie added: “Get those fuckin stupid pink gloves off”
Our athletic blonde’s rigid schlong was one primed hot sausage. It was sizzling hot for action.
“Oh Fuck Me...you are one tight bitch...fuck that’s good” he managed to say as he eased into her puckered flesh.
“Mmm...stuff your stiff meat in....the plug has done its job”
Hamish still found her tight. Fuck what a tight fit. He eased it in and out. So pleasurable.
Her filthy responses still surprised him.
“Oh shit...yeah that’s it....fuckin poke it ...poke it” insisted J’Arnie, “ ...in and out...oh god...you have one big dick...keep it moving...oh yeah...fuck me...that’s good...fuckin good...oh...oh...oh” and she was in the ribald moment of a very pleasant dicking in her arse.
“Fuck...yeah...man...sweet...what an arse...orh...orh...orh” and Hamish was lost for words in overwhelming constriction and his stepsister’s sphincter’s flexing.
She was a whore at heart complete with a harlot’s skills.
They had the shared pleasurable minutes of total individual body bliss. They were saturated in self pleasure. In short it was simple awesome anal sex for two.
Well that’s how it started. Then Hamish got right into it and got his cock super pumping.
J’Arnie had to hold the cistern to steady herself because her step brother was thrusting so frickin hard.
That was until Hamish burst out: “Oh fuck I can’t control it any longer...shit I’m gunna cum”
Like a true Jezebel, our slutette J’Arnie wanted a gob full of man juice.
Hamish tried to direct his bursting wad but lost control and fired off everywhere. He aimed for the brunette’s anxious mouth...but it spurted and sprayed everywhere because it was an extra big excited splash of trouser gravy...it was in her hair...some got in her mouth accidentally... and the rest was jettisoned around the toilet.
She wiped her face and lip smacked any cum into her mouth for a swirl and swallow.
“Pretty good...you’ll get more arse and pussy... when you least expect it “and J’Arnie’s alluring rump left the loo with a swanky skanky catwalk arse strut.
J’Arnie had a new girlfriend to catch up with. One of Hamish’s mates sisters...a girl that needed an education in the sapphic arts....busy schedule...our brunette trollop.
‘Fuck me’ was all a captivated Hamish could think as he watched his stepsister’s stunning arse...the arse he had been in ...disappear....
Hamish was in complete male daze satisfaction...till he realised...’Oh shit I promised Jonesy and Nick, I’d shoot a few hoops...oh fuck cleaning the loo’...and he just left the job unfinished...after all he had completed a way more satisfying job on his step sister’s arse.
And wow was he in the zone with his mates; shooting hoops...he was deadly...so relaxed....
Coming back from the butchers to an empty house... Mrs Rogers...went to the toilet...someone had half halfheartedly; half started the cleaning job...but stopped...
She went through in her mind: the why bother to find out why it wasn’t finished... she just pink gloved up herself to clean the loo...a frickin two minute job maximum...
The woman in Delia told her to wipe around the base of the porcelain throne...’Men...including her beloved Ted; they think they can aim...what the fuck...yes it was fresh semen...the places young guys wank off’ she though...then...’Still he was a virgin according to Ted...nice boy...a good influence on J’Arnie’... she was sure of that...
Still as she flushed the undesirable task to a fast finish: it crossed her busy mind: Why can’t teens clean the fucking loo occasionally...
Well if Delia knew the answer in this case...
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