Step Sibling Encounters Homework
- 3 years ago
- 10
- 0
Step Sibling Encounters: Washing Up free porn video
J’Arnie and Hamish promised to do their fair share of the washing up in their new blended household. A hot kitchen encounter by two college step siblings.
New step parents like any adults managing a household and trying to keep it presentable and tidy insist that the young college offspring under their roof pull their weight with the basics and participate in the washing up roster. Delia Rogers thought how hard it could be for her own daughter J’Arnie and her step son Hamish, to scrap a few plates, stack a few items, and put a cube in the dishwasher and turn the bloody thing on. Too hard it seemed. She was left scratching her head as usual....just what compelling activity was side tracking these two.
Hamish as usual was full of good intentions. J’Arnie was just full of sexual intent.
Their stepparents had gone to a movie after dinner. All the young pair had to do was clean the dining table, fill the dishwasher, turn it on and do their homework.
Hamish had a physics assignment that really needed doing. It was due in a couple of days. J’Arnie was more intent on immediate practical friction than some theoretical principal of energy. She had carnal energy and it was headed for release in only one direction.
Hamish had the plates off the table. J’Arnie at least got the condiments away.
Our blonde six footer basketball point guard was scr****g scraps into the bin. J’Arnie meanwhile was licking some of the whipped cream remaining in the bowl from their peach tart and creamy dessert.
Great ideas from sluts seemingly come out of nowhere. J’Arnie had never had a creamed cock before. Well she had had plenty of the jizzed variety...but a long schlong like an éclair with cream...no.
And suddenly she wanted one right now.
Bugger the washing up. Nothing comes between a naughty girl and that immediate need for cock when the thought stirs. She was a bad, bad girl and she was happy knowing it.
Hamish was doing the right thing. He was starting to stack the dishwasher. J’Arnie was straight into the wrong thing after placing the dessert bowl on the bench. The so easy dropping of Hamish’s shorts and jocks in one swift action from behind. God she loved catching him out.
Surprising him.
Our big blonde may have been initially surprised but like any eighteen year old randy male he could hit sexual arousal faster than manoeuvring around an opponent in a big game. Fuck the dishes. Well you can’t fuck them anyway.
The five foot five brunette with appealing blue eyes had cock in her gob and was working it with a flourish. Hamish had to steady himself against the kitchen bench such was her forceful, powerful sucking work. Boy was she focused and he really appreciated it.
J’Arnie was giving pecker the attention it deserves. The full service job. Hamish's cock was glistening with her saliva and throbbing with her technique. She had the flick and suck combination down to a tee.
She grabbed the dollop of cream she had piled, yes she had been thinking; in her hand, from the strategic placed bowl and smeared it along her step brother’s shaft. Fuck it looked appealing. Fuck it tasted good, fuck it was exciting and added a layer of friction that added a layer of pleasure for both of them. Yum, yummy, luscious; hard wet cock, smooth and inviting, lashes of cream , smeary, plastered, spread, splattering and daubed.
My , my , my , cock and cream, naturals like cock and arse...well J'Arnie did have a habit of getting ahead of herself.
Hamish reached the point where his pecker was so happy he just had to taste his step sister’s pussy.
And he recalled it was only a couple of days ago on his own bed where all this had started and he was glad she wanted more because he wanted more too.
Fuck she was easy to strip. Well it was only a pair of tight shorts and no panties the sluttish bitch and her t shirt and bra were quickly flung on the floor.
Hamish gave J’Arnie the pleasure of a quick titty fondle and tweak. Man did she have quality marsh mellow soft, mould-able breasts.
He knew already she liked it dirty from his bedroom. So he spun her around and kissed her fetching butt cheeks. Rump delight. So fucking shapely. But his tongue was prodding suddenly and eagerly into her ring.
“Oh you bastard...Mmmm...mmm...don’t stop... lick it...kiss it...finger it...please...mmm...mmm”
Yes J’Arnie wanted it all at the same time. Everything a guys tongue, fingers and cock can do in your back cavity. Her arse was a full partner in her pleasure crafting routine and it was getting its fair share of attention right now.
Hamish was enjoying his step sister’s moaning and quivering as his tongue circled deftly around her crinkled cupid’s furrow. She was going wild over the backdoor attention. She was close to delirious bliss.
“Oh fuck yeah...keep your tongue there...right there... kiss me there...oh yeah...mmm...oh”
Hamish wasn't sure about how you kiss an arse ring, but he gaped her and suck his tongue tip in as far as it would go, that satisfied her till she demanded more.
"Jam my arse with your fuck'in hard rod now, you teasing bastard", she insisted.
Hamish knew the next logical step though he was over excited and wanted to ram his cock straight into her cute starfish.
But he got his fingers to work first. One, then two. If he thought the brunette was feverish with his tongue; she was ecstatic with his dirty deep finger probing.
“You prick...you dirty fucking prick...I knew you were a filthy dirty prick...oh god...mmm...deeper you bastard...oh fuck...oh ...oh”
His step sister’s dirty talk really drove the blonde basketball champion hunk to filthier probing than usual with a girl. But hey this was no ordinary girl...it was awesome J’Arnie...his fucking stepsister.
Hamish was as uncontrollable in his lust as was J’Arnie. She spread her legs wide with both her hands inside her thighs....ready to get butt filled, as two fingers kept on jagging, cragging and shagging her arse cavity.
The athlete was primed. Fuck he had her exposed , gaped, saliva glazed, pinkish puckered, glistening anal invitation.
Hamish however made the selfish decision of having plenty of time. He was having both of her openings. Her slit, then her crack. Double dipping the wick.
J’Arnie got a surprise at his choice but it felt so fucking good anyway. Most guys wanted arse as they rarely got it elsewhere with eighteen year old girls.
“Your arse is next bitch ...I want you to wait...I want you to beg for it...beg for it....I’m waiting”. Yeah Hamish was prick too, he wanted the slut whore of a sister to beg, plead, for it, in her arsehole.
The brunette’s pussy was sodden and happy. She couldn’t avoid giving her clitty some finger attention. Her pussy pleasure had her distracted from arsehole delight. Wow was this good; still her arse really, really needed his big cock.
She wanted to know if Hamish was a first-rate arse pleaser. She was in the zone of just needing to know.The bedroom had been great, so quick, time was on her side, could the bastard last in her arse to her maximum satisfaction and orgasmic release.
“Fuck that’s good...deeper and harder you prick...but keep something for my arse in a minute you bastard”
J'Arnie was thinking, yeah, he can last in both holes, and wow, he's under the same roof as me, available like 24/7.
Hamish really went for speed and depth. Her coochie was so fucking creamy and tightly gorgeous. She was a sweet teen fuck between her back thighs. His body pounding into her delicious arse cheeks. Stroke after deep controlled stroke. This was quality pecker work for superior pussy.
"My arse, oh damn it, pretty please, yeah I'm begging for it, my arse, my arse, please, please, please"
She was so sexily plaintive, near wistful in her plea. It was irresistible. Yeah her voice, her begging; but it was mainly her arse. The jagged perverse trespass of breaking into her arse in his bedroom , well it just had to be repeated. Her arse constriction had been divine. It demanded a repeat of shove and gouge.
"Orrgh fuck you dirty prick, Orrgh, orrgh" from J'Arnie.
The young miss was developed more than a liking for her chocolate starfish being cock cossetted, ring puckered clasped and arse internal channel dredged, in anything but a nice polite, politically correct, gentle anal manoeuvre.
Oh and yes Hamish getting into the rhythm of rough delivery too.He was dishing up quality severe anal service.
They were locked, cock and arsehole, in harsh delivery and cracking acceptance, accompanied by strident potty-mouthed appreciation.
"Orrgh, jag it, jag it more, break me open, crack me deep, fill me. Orrgh, fuck that is good, orrgh, fuck yeah,yes, orrgh"
Then:
“Fuck” from J’Arnie
“Shit” from Hamish
No he hadn't lost his load before she was satisfied.
She was equally way too young, sex savvy and fit for a pro-lapse.
Rather: they both heard the family 4WD pull alongside the house and the garage open. They had no time to escape this. Their step parents would catch them for sure.
J'Arnie and Hamish had to finish. They were too far gone.
In the excitement of being caught he blew his load so frickin deep into her, it was beyond applying the term, internal, it was infernally subterranean. God what a pleasing, rapid spurting, male release.
The gouging, gripping, scooping of her tight crack obliterated her near-by step parents from her mind. J'Arnie had no mind. She was just her arsehole in delirious, delicious , self-indulgent happiness.
A satisfied cock is easier to pack back into place than a blue-balled hard-on.
Luckily they didn’t have massive layers of clothing to get back on.
“Quick...lets get upstairs...grab a book...pretend homework...".....
That was okay till: "The pair of you ....down here ...to the kitchen ...now"
Well Hamish was down the stairs quick.
J'Arnie took a while, well she had gooey, gloppy, semen slush, warmly oozing out of her arse. No she wasn't slow down the stairs, wiping it all out, after each wipe, more came from her depths, fuck she had been arse creamed deep. No it was her frickin self-gratifying love for her arse, she just had to play with the semen-cream dribbling from her puckered now cherry red crack... she was nympho and proud.....
Eventually her tenderised hole could take no more play and down the stairs she bounced in two's....
Joining a sheepish Hamish in the kitchen.
J'Arnie knew how to look a lamb, flash her eyes to avoid too much censure and just girly smile a problem away.
Smile, that came easy; well her arse was still tingling with absolute manic happiness.
“ What were you doing? “, inquired Delia Rogers; “The washing up isn’t even half done...you haven’t even packed the dishwasher...well J’Arnie?”
“Oh... homework” she said.
"Yes , but you promised and why half done?"
Luckily Ted interrupted:
“Hamish...son...” said Ted McDonald,”Come on make an effort...you said you would do your share...did you think you had till midnight...well I suppose you did...the cinema had a fire alarm malfunction and had to be cleared and the chief wouldn’t let anyone back in...so we have complimentary tickets for a re-screening...still the bloody washing up...come on its not too much to ask.....there is a frickin dishwasher.”
Nothing from the pair. But their faces Delia noticed were reddish flushed. Mmm, they were embarrassed. She let them go.
J'Arnie already like the idea of a re-screening. Not the oldies being out again. A re-screening of her arsehole winking straight at Hamish's big burgeoning available cock....
Delia Rogers was packing the dishwasher herself. It was on and going through its first cycle when she said to herself: ‘What’s so frickin hard about that?’
And then as Delia got herself and Ted a glass of chardonnay each, she was left contemplating: Why can’t teens even finish loading the frickin dishwasher...
Well if she knew the answer in this case...
New step parents like any adults managing a household and trying to keep it presentable and tidy insist that the young college offspring under their roof pull their weight with the basics and participate in the washing up roster. Delia Rogers thought how hard it could be for her own daughter J’Arnie and her step son Hamish, to scrap a few plates, stack a few items, and put a cube in the dishwasher and turn the bloody thing on. Too hard it seemed. She was left scratching her head as usual....just what compelling activity was side tracking these two.
Hamish as usual was full of good intentions. J’Arnie was just full of sexual intent.
Their stepparents had gone to a movie after dinner. All the young pair had to do was clean the dining table, fill the dishwasher, turn it on and do their homework.
Hamish had a physics assignment that really needed doing. It was due in a couple of days. J’Arnie was more intent on immediate practical friction than some theoretical principal of energy. She had carnal energy and it was headed for release in only one direction.
Hamish had the plates off the table. J’Arnie at least got the condiments away.
Our blonde six footer basketball point guard was scr****g scraps into the bin. J’Arnie meanwhile was licking some of the whipped cream remaining in the bowl from their peach tart and creamy dessert.
Great ideas from sluts seemingly come out of nowhere. J’Arnie had never had a creamed cock before. Well she had had plenty of the jizzed variety...but a long schlong like an éclair with cream...no.
And suddenly she wanted one right now.
Bugger the washing up. Nothing comes between a naughty girl and that immediate need for cock when the thought stirs. She was a bad, bad girl and she was happy knowing it.
Hamish was doing the right thing. He was starting to stack the dishwasher. J’Arnie was straight into the wrong thing after placing the dessert bowl on the bench. The so easy dropping of Hamish’s shorts and jocks in one swift action from behind. God she loved catching him out.
Surprising him.
Our big blonde may have been initially surprised but like any eighteen year old randy male he could hit sexual arousal faster than manoeuvring around an opponent in a big game. Fuck the dishes. Well you can’t fuck them anyway.
The five foot five brunette with appealing blue eyes had cock in her gob and was working it with a flourish. Hamish had to steady himself against the kitchen bench such was her forceful, powerful sucking work. Boy was she focused and he really appreciated it.
J’Arnie was giving pecker the attention it deserves. The full service job. Hamish's cock was glistening with her saliva and throbbing with her technique. She had the flick and suck combination down to a tee.
She grabbed the dollop of cream she had piled, yes she had been thinking; in her hand, from the strategic placed bowl and smeared it along her step brother’s shaft. Fuck it looked appealing. Fuck it tasted good, fuck it was exciting and added a layer of friction that added a layer of pleasure for both of them. Yum, yummy, luscious; hard wet cock, smooth and inviting, lashes of cream , smeary, plastered, spread, splattering and daubed.
My , my , my , cock and cream, naturals like cock and arse...well J'Arnie did have a habit of getting ahead of herself.
Hamish reached the point where his pecker was so happy he just had to taste his step sister’s pussy.
And he recalled it was only a couple of days ago on his own bed where all this had started and he was glad she wanted more because he wanted more too.
Fuck she was easy to strip. Well it was only a pair of tight shorts and no panties the sluttish bitch and her t shirt and bra were quickly flung on the floor.
Hamish gave J’Arnie the pleasure of a quick titty fondle and tweak. Man did she have quality marsh mellow soft, mould-able breasts.
He knew already she liked it dirty from his bedroom. So he spun her around and kissed her fetching butt cheeks. Rump delight. So fucking shapely. But his tongue was prodding suddenly and eagerly into her ring.
“Oh you bastard...Mmmm...mmm...don’t stop... lick it...kiss it...finger it...please...mmm...mmm”
Yes J’Arnie wanted it all at the same time. Everything a guys tongue, fingers and cock can do in your back cavity. Her arse was a full partner in her pleasure crafting routine and it was getting its fair share of attention right now.
Hamish was enjoying his step sister’s moaning and quivering as his tongue circled deftly around her crinkled cupid’s furrow. She was going wild over the backdoor attention. She was close to delirious bliss.
“Oh fuck yeah...keep your tongue there...right there... kiss me there...oh yeah...mmm...oh”
Hamish wasn't sure about how you kiss an arse ring, but he gaped her and suck his tongue tip in as far as it would go, that satisfied her till she demanded more.
"Jam my arse with your fuck'in hard rod now, you teasing bastard", she insisted.
Hamish knew the next logical step though he was over excited and wanted to ram his cock straight into her cute starfish.
But he got his fingers to work first. One, then two. If he thought the brunette was feverish with his tongue; she was ecstatic with his dirty deep finger probing.
“You prick...you dirty fucking prick...I knew you were a filthy dirty prick...oh god...mmm...deeper you bastard...oh fuck...oh ...oh”
His step sister’s dirty talk really drove the blonde basketball champion hunk to filthier probing than usual with a girl. But hey this was no ordinary girl...it was awesome J’Arnie...his fucking stepsister.
Hamish was as uncontrollable in his lust as was J’Arnie. She spread her legs wide with both her hands inside her thighs....ready to get butt filled, as two fingers kept on jagging, cragging and shagging her arse cavity.
The athlete was primed. Fuck he had her exposed , gaped, saliva glazed, pinkish puckered, glistening anal invitation.
Hamish however made the selfish decision of having plenty of time. He was having both of her openings. Her slit, then her crack. Double dipping the wick.
J’Arnie got a surprise at his choice but it felt so fucking good anyway. Most guys wanted arse as they rarely got it elsewhere with eighteen year old girls.
“Your arse is next bitch ...I want you to wait...I want you to beg for it...beg for it....I’m waiting”. Yeah Hamish was prick too, he wanted the slut whore of a sister to beg, plead, for it, in her arsehole.
The brunette’s pussy was sodden and happy. She couldn’t avoid giving her clitty some finger attention. Her pussy pleasure had her distracted from arsehole delight. Wow was this good; still her arse really, really needed his big cock.
She wanted to know if Hamish was a first-rate arse pleaser. She was in the zone of just needing to know.The bedroom had been great, so quick, time was on her side, could the bastard last in her arse to her maximum satisfaction and orgasmic release.
“Fuck that’s good...deeper and harder you prick...but keep something for my arse in a minute you bastard”
J'Arnie was thinking, yeah, he can last in both holes, and wow, he's under the same roof as me, available like 24/7.
Hamish really went for speed and depth. Her coochie was so fucking creamy and tightly gorgeous. She was a sweet teen fuck between her back thighs. His body pounding into her delicious arse cheeks. Stroke after deep controlled stroke. This was quality pecker work for superior pussy.
"My arse, oh damn it, pretty please, yeah I'm begging for it, my arse, my arse, please, please, please"
She was so sexily plaintive, near wistful in her plea. It was irresistible. Yeah her voice, her begging; but it was mainly her arse. The jagged perverse trespass of breaking into her arse in his bedroom , well it just had to be repeated. Her arse constriction had been divine. It demanded a repeat of shove and gouge.
"Orrgh fuck you dirty prick, Orrgh, orrgh" from J'Arnie.
The young miss was developed more than a liking for her chocolate starfish being cock cossetted, ring puckered clasped and arse internal channel dredged, in anything but a nice polite, politically correct, gentle anal manoeuvre.
Oh and yes Hamish getting into the rhythm of rough delivery too.He was dishing up quality severe anal service.
They were locked, cock and arsehole, in harsh delivery and cracking acceptance, accompanied by strident potty-mouthed appreciation.
"Orrgh, jag it, jag it more, break me open, crack me deep, fill me. Orrgh, fuck that is good, orrgh, fuck yeah,yes, orrgh"
Then:
“Fuck” from J’Arnie
“Shit” from Hamish
No he hadn't lost his load before she was satisfied.
She was equally way too young, sex savvy and fit for a pro-lapse.
Rather: they both heard the family 4WD pull alongside the house and the garage open. They had no time to escape this. Their step parents would catch them for sure.
J'Arnie and Hamish had to finish. They were too far gone.
In the excitement of being caught he blew his load so frickin deep into her, it was beyond applying the term, internal, it was infernally subterranean. God what a pleasing, rapid spurting, male release.
The gouging, gripping, scooping of her tight crack obliterated her near-by step parents from her mind. J'Arnie had no mind. She was just her arsehole in delirious, delicious , self-indulgent happiness.
A satisfied cock is easier to pack back into place than a blue-balled hard-on.
Luckily they didn’t have massive layers of clothing to get back on.
“Quick...lets get upstairs...grab a book...pretend homework...".....
That was okay till: "The pair of you ....down here ...to the kitchen ...now"
Well Hamish was down the stairs quick.
J'Arnie took a while, well she had gooey, gloppy, semen slush, warmly oozing out of her arse. No she wasn't slow down the stairs, wiping it all out, after each wipe, more came from her depths, fuck she had been arse creamed deep. No it was her frickin self-gratifying love for her arse, she just had to play with the semen-cream dribbling from her puckered now cherry red crack... she was nympho and proud.....
Eventually her tenderised hole could take no more play and down the stairs she bounced in two's....
Joining a sheepish Hamish in the kitchen.
J'Arnie knew how to look a lamb, flash her eyes to avoid too much censure and just girly smile a problem away.
Smile, that came easy; well her arse was still tingling with absolute manic happiness.
“ What were you doing? “, inquired Delia Rogers; “The washing up isn’t even half done...you haven’t even packed the dishwasher...well J’Arnie?”
“Oh... homework” she said.
"Yes , but you promised and why half done?"
Luckily Ted interrupted:
“Hamish...son...” said Ted McDonald,”Come on make an effort...you said you would do your share...did you think you had till midnight...well I suppose you did...the cinema had a fire alarm malfunction and had to be cleared and the chief wouldn’t let anyone back in...so we have complimentary tickets for a re-screening...still the bloody washing up...come on its not too much to ask.....there is a frickin dishwasher.”
Nothing from the pair. But their faces Delia noticed were reddish flushed. Mmm, they were embarrassed. She let them go.
J'Arnie already like the idea of a re-screening. Not the oldies being out again. A re-screening of her arsehole winking straight at Hamish's big burgeoning available cock....
Delia Rogers was packing the dishwasher herself. It was on and going through its first cycle when she said to herself: ‘What’s so frickin hard about that?’
And then as Delia got herself and Ted a glass of chardonnay each, she was left contemplating: Why can’t teens even finish loading the frickin dishwasher...
Well if she knew the answer in this case...
Libbie
- 22.11.2022
- 13
- 0
Step Sibling Encounters The WC
- 1 year ago
- 18
- 0
Step Sibling Encounters Music
- 2 years ago
- 19
- 0
