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An open door, a mirror, a hard-on, huge boobs, a stunning booty and delicate girly lower lips and the forbidden invitation into the bathroom....
I was back from jogging. I thought I was home alone in the early afternoon. I had a free line at college and was getting my fitness up for next month’s local riverside fun-run. I had really worked up a sweat and needed a shower.
I was at the top of the landing when I nearly tripped over my undone jogger’s lace. I bent down to do it up and that was when I saw my step sister Faun, checking out her own boobs in the bathroom mirror, the door slightly ajar, well the eye can look through a goddamn keyhole, so this was the equivalent of front row seating.
Man, did Faun have big boobs.
I mean when I first met her last year at a restaurant dinner, where my dad announced he was re-marrying, all Faun and I had given each other was dirty looks. No not sexual looks, the eugh, do I have step-sibling look- and the same frickin age...but opposite sexes. As that first evening wore on it was clear while our new parents had heaps in common, we apparently had nothing at all.
She knew I was hooter transfixed, talk about a buck caught in the headlights, her tits were very big and even with a bra, had a soft , jiggle bounce at the table, whenever she energetically used her knife and fork to cut her steak. Oh she did have really cute light brown doe eyes. I was thinking Bambi in the sauna.
It got worse once she moved in. I mean our staircase. Girls and big boobs and stairs. Her tits in defiance of gravity, swayed, flounced and flaunted their way down. It was no better meeting her coming up the stairs. They looked like twin enormous peaks, needing massaging and fondling, immediately.
Then there was the one delectable instance when in a rush to the bathroom, as Faun was exiting, we squeezed next to each other through the doorway. I mean under normal circumstances we shouldn’t have brushed or touched, but God her jugs, were so bra busting, I couldn’t avoid them, not that I tried, she sort of did. Our eyes met at the point of the sensuous sweeping accidental erogenous touch. I knew my eyes betrayed senior college boy filth and delight. But I was equally happy to see a slutty smile break across Faun’s face. Like all great accidental bodily touches it only happened once and despite my best scheming I couldn’t set up a repeat occurrence.
Now here was Faun, cupping and examining and fondling her big fleshly mounds with her gorgeous aroused erect pink nipples right in my view, well if I craned my neck on a bit on an angle, to see her reflection in the bathroom mirror, through the slightly open door.
I was privy to a young girl, of my age, enjoying her own breasts unselfconsciously. Faun must have wagged her last class and been getting ready to party tonight, the tart. Oh I knew her rep at college, she liked the guys, serviced the guys and played no favourites, and she was a free agent when it came to pecker....but not mine.
My own cock was stiff and straining in my tight underwear under my running shorts. You know tight briefs to avoid chafing and dangling balls or a wayward cock while running. However, my throbber needed space or it would burst the goddamn stitching of my underwear and short or I would cream the inside of my pants. So I leisurely released my cock out down my shorts leg, ah it felt good, both the release and my hand sliding back and forth along my shaft, as Faun tweaked her own nipples playfully.
Then I saw her face get that pleasure contorted look as one of her hands disappeared from her breasts. I couldn’t see where her other hand was but I knew by her rapid moans and expressive brow and glazing eyes in the mirror, what she was doing.
How I wished the door was further ajar. I was fixated now with seeing my step-sister masturbate. Then like all cunning bastards with a filthy intent, my mind, my eye or my cock pointed to the solution. The crack in the door, at its hinges. I sidled up to see if it offered a view of what the reflected image in the mirror, through the door chink was denying me.
Hallelujah, there is a god of lust and perverted step brother need. But wow I had to control my stroking, as I got the view of her booty and her girly shaved lips between her legs, where her fingers had spread her shaved crinkled flaps and were smearing through her copious girly internal wetness. So intimate. So real. So cock stiff shaping. Thankfully she had one leg up on the edge of the bathtub...as if she was giving me the perfect entertainment...like scoring a backstage pass.
It was like her booty was a balance to her huge now unseen hooters. So spherical, so smooth, with a slight wobble that had me licking my lips. I was imagining rimming my own step-sisters arsehole. The one hole I couldn’t clearly see. Geez the smut a mind generates even with delicate ferny frondy pink labia getting petted by long elegant fingers. I was male though and I wanted it all.
Her moans intensified. So erotically charged. So sensually fluid, echoing the deft touch on her clit-hood. My cock so hard and straining, I thought it would poke through the door hinge chink, well forced, glory-hole style, my sisters bubble butt and roused stunning slit, so close...yet so far away...less than a metre...but still in the bathroom and I was on the landing.
She really hit the pitched moans. Rubbing her pussy with a frenzy on the cusp of orgasm. I was tugging harder too and released the inevitable deep male groan...well I’ll be honest...it was at least three...I couldn’t stifle them...well neither could you...the sex show was hyper stimulating.
Faun knew someone was there...but not whom. I think in the actual heady aching near climax state she was in , she didn’t care...she would have got it off with her own mum or my dad I think...but thank the fates it was me...sweaty and hotter still with penis wanking exertion...I boldly went in at her invitation:
“Oh you filthy perv...whoever you are... get in here”
I had a split second when I doubted myself. That moment of possible sexual rejection, made worse by a huge stiff cock throbbing in my hand as I pushed open the bathroom door.
Faun was standing there; in her beautiful birthday suit, my step sister in the nuddy, starkers: her hooters so big, inviting my hands and tongue and face...her belly so curvy soft and the V of her shaved girly space, with her dangly, delicate, pink petal labia: stunning.
“I thought it was you...mmm nice cock Johnny...get it over here” she insisted.
Her arousal was over ignited, mine the same. Forbidden touch was underway too easily.
My tongue and mouth hitting her nipples first. Pure lust. No kissy, lovely foreplay. Just raunch and ribald youthful sharing of body bits.
Her hand grabbing my throbbing stiff pecker. Boy it felt good.
My arousal was dominated through my tongue and my mind demanded I feast and nibble on her pleasurable copious in my face, mountains of titty flesh.
Faun had that bit of my body that most love friendship and never denies any interest in it...my cock. Oh she was a tuggy, puller, jerking tramp. My dick was so happy.
My fingers went exploring her girly private bits, so wet under my spreading fingers; fully fleshy and her slit so naturally inviting...an inner warmness that was mentally captivating. I knew where my dick had to get quickly.
Faun pushed my head south, way south, past her belly button, over her girly mound, right down between her spread legs. My tongue invited to lick in and around her sweet hole, and then up into her pink slash and around and around her cute clit. I paused for a peek, so close up; of the sopping wetness of her whole gash, before losing myself and my face chasing my tongue in a carnal frenzy deep into her tube of pretty pink pleasure.
No secrets left unexposed to my tongue. Her hard little pleasure bead, trapped in a flicking frenzy, with its own no longer hidden agenda: was mine to play with and hers to enjoy the captivating pulses of sexual joy.
I couldn’t think of anywhere else a tongue should be or anything a tongue could be designed for but to lick, slurp, sweep and eat pussy, eat it out deep and swift, rapidly delving and probing and paying dedicated attention to a girl’s clit.
Faun was a slut though and urged my face and tongue farther back.
Her arse, her arse, I was enjoying her pussy so much; I needed prodding to include her arse.
She moaned and moaned as I rimmed her. Plaintive, pleading and gratified.
“Oh finger my arse...finger my arse” she near demanded. The perfect whorish step-sister.
One finger twisting around to the knuckle had her ecstatic. Two spit covered digits crooking and hooking and gaping had her bodily overjoyed. Three fingers gawping her sensitive pink starfish had Faun blissful.
“Oh fuck my arse you bugger...fuck my arse deep and good”
Holy Hell: my step-sister gave the undreamed forbidden command and I didn’t hesitate. My cock had to release its load somewhere: her tits, her mouth, her pussy...but my volatile load was destined to pleasure her butt.
I had no idea how attractive a wet little arsehole could look before it’s fucked.
Oh man, her butthole was tight. Giving but tight. Superlative constriction. Cock clutching and cock holding. Only the room to burrow deeper, so goddamn tight I couldn’t have backed out. She was yelping till I got in deep and found her inner space. My cock ringed at her rim but exploring her anal depths. Bloody amazing.
Faun was panting in her bent over state, her huge tits swaying, her booty wobbling, my cock locked in her bum.
Her peachy booty cheeks were caressing my thighs and pubic bone, my pecker buried in the pit of her bowels. Our bodies found an indecent buggering rhythm that gave each of us more pleasure, the deeper I pressed and the more Faun squashed back with her butt. My cock compressed in her arse furrow.
Two bodies locked, rocking and rolling and swaying.
We both hit the apex of rising bliss...the limit of what our young bodies were actually capable of. It came as a shudder and quivering for both of us...heightened moans and groans combined...orgasmic release assured times two.
My step-sisters butt was creamed in the bathroom.
I was back from jogging. I thought I was home alone in the early afternoon. I had a free line at college and was getting my fitness up for next month’s local riverside fun-run. I had really worked up a sweat and needed a shower.
I was at the top of the landing when I nearly tripped over my undone jogger’s lace. I bent down to do it up and that was when I saw my step sister Faun, checking out her own boobs in the bathroom mirror, the door slightly ajar, well the eye can look through a goddamn keyhole, so this was the equivalent of front row seating.
Man, did Faun have big boobs.
I mean when I first met her last year at a restaurant dinner, where my dad announced he was re-marrying, all Faun and I had given each other was dirty looks. No not sexual looks, the eugh, do I have step-sibling look- and the same frickin age...but opposite sexes. As that first evening wore on it was clear while our new parents had heaps in common, we apparently had nothing at all.
She knew I was hooter transfixed, talk about a buck caught in the headlights, her tits were very big and even with a bra, had a soft , jiggle bounce at the table, whenever she energetically used her knife and fork to cut her steak. Oh she did have really cute light brown doe eyes. I was thinking Bambi in the sauna.
It got worse once she moved in. I mean our staircase. Girls and big boobs and stairs. Her tits in defiance of gravity, swayed, flounced and flaunted their way down. It was no better meeting her coming up the stairs. They looked like twin enormous peaks, needing massaging and fondling, immediately.
Then there was the one delectable instance when in a rush to the bathroom, as Faun was exiting, we squeezed next to each other through the doorway. I mean under normal circumstances we shouldn’t have brushed or touched, but God her jugs, were so bra busting, I couldn’t avoid them, not that I tried, she sort of did. Our eyes met at the point of the sensuous sweeping accidental erogenous touch. I knew my eyes betrayed senior college boy filth and delight. But I was equally happy to see a slutty smile break across Faun’s face. Like all great accidental bodily touches it only happened once and despite my best scheming I couldn’t set up a repeat occurrence.
Now here was Faun, cupping and examining and fondling her big fleshly mounds with her gorgeous aroused erect pink nipples right in my view, well if I craned my neck on a bit on an angle, to see her reflection in the bathroom mirror, through the slightly open door.
I was privy to a young girl, of my age, enjoying her own breasts unselfconsciously. Faun must have wagged her last class and been getting ready to party tonight, the tart. Oh I knew her rep at college, she liked the guys, serviced the guys and played no favourites, and she was a free agent when it came to pecker....but not mine.
My own cock was stiff and straining in my tight underwear under my running shorts. You know tight briefs to avoid chafing and dangling balls or a wayward cock while running. However, my throbber needed space or it would burst the goddamn stitching of my underwear and short or I would cream the inside of my pants. So I leisurely released my cock out down my shorts leg, ah it felt good, both the release and my hand sliding back and forth along my shaft, as Faun tweaked her own nipples playfully.
Then I saw her face get that pleasure contorted look as one of her hands disappeared from her breasts. I couldn’t see where her other hand was but I knew by her rapid moans and expressive brow and glazing eyes in the mirror, what she was doing.
How I wished the door was further ajar. I was fixated now with seeing my step-sister masturbate. Then like all cunning bastards with a filthy intent, my mind, my eye or my cock pointed to the solution. The crack in the door, at its hinges. I sidled up to see if it offered a view of what the reflected image in the mirror, through the door chink was denying me.
Hallelujah, there is a god of lust and perverted step brother need. But wow I had to control my stroking, as I got the view of her booty and her girly shaved lips between her legs, where her fingers had spread her shaved crinkled flaps and were smearing through her copious girly internal wetness. So intimate. So real. So cock stiff shaping. Thankfully she had one leg up on the edge of the bathtub...as if she was giving me the perfect entertainment...like scoring a backstage pass.
It was like her booty was a balance to her huge now unseen hooters. So spherical, so smooth, with a slight wobble that had me licking my lips. I was imagining rimming my own step-sisters arsehole. The one hole I couldn’t clearly see. Geez the smut a mind generates even with delicate ferny frondy pink labia getting petted by long elegant fingers. I was male though and I wanted it all.
Her moans intensified. So erotically charged. So sensually fluid, echoing the deft touch on her clit-hood. My cock so hard and straining, I thought it would poke through the door hinge chink, well forced, glory-hole style, my sisters bubble butt and roused stunning slit, so close...yet so far away...less than a metre...but still in the bathroom and I was on the landing.
She really hit the pitched moans. Rubbing her pussy with a frenzy on the cusp of orgasm. I was tugging harder too and released the inevitable deep male groan...well I’ll be honest...it was at least three...I couldn’t stifle them...well neither could you...the sex show was hyper stimulating.
Faun knew someone was there...but not whom. I think in the actual heady aching near climax state she was in , she didn’t care...she would have got it off with her own mum or my dad I think...but thank the fates it was me...sweaty and hotter still with penis wanking exertion...I boldly went in at her invitation:
“Oh you filthy perv...whoever you are... get in here”
I had a split second when I doubted myself. That moment of possible sexual rejection, made worse by a huge stiff cock throbbing in my hand as I pushed open the bathroom door.
Faun was standing there; in her beautiful birthday suit, my step sister in the nuddy, starkers: her hooters so big, inviting my hands and tongue and face...her belly so curvy soft and the V of her shaved girly space, with her dangly, delicate, pink petal labia: stunning.
“I thought it was you...mmm nice cock Johnny...get it over here” she insisted.
Her arousal was over ignited, mine the same. Forbidden touch was underway too easily.
My tongue and mouth hitting her nipples first. Pure lust. No kissy, lovely foreplay. Just raunch and ribald youthful sharing of body bits.
Her hand grabbing my throbbing stiff pecker. Boy it felt good.
My arousal was dominated through my tongue and my mind demanded I feast and nibble on her pleasurable copious in my face, mountains of titty flesh.
Faun had that bit of my body that most love friendship and never denies any interest in it...my cock. Oh she was a tuggy, puller, jerking tramp. My dick was so happy.
My fingers went exploring her girly private bits, so wet under my spreading fingers; fully fleshy and her slit so naturally inviting...an inner warmness that was mentally captivating. I knew where my dick had to get quickly.
Faun pushed my head south, way south, past her belly button, over her girly mound, right down between her spread legs. My tongue invited to lick in and around her sweet hole, and then up into her pink slash and around and around her cute clit. I paused for a peek, so close up; of the sopping wetness of her whole gash, before losing myself and my face chasing my tongue in a carnal frenzy deep into her tube of pretty pink pleasure.
No secrets left unexposed to my tongue. Her hard little pleasure bead, trapped in a flicking frenzy, with its own no longer hidden agenda: was mine to play with and hers to enjoy the captivating pulses of sexual joy.
I couldn’t think of anywhere else a tongue should be or anything a tongue could be designed for but to lick, slurp, sweep and eat pussy, eat it out deep and swift, rapidly delving and probing and paying dedicated attention to a girl’s clit.
Faun was a slut though and urged my face and tongue farther back.
Her arse, her arse, I was enjoying her pussy so much; I needed prodding to include her arse.
She moaned and moaned as I rimmed her. Plaintive, pleading and gratified.
“Oh finger my arse...finger my arse” she near demanded. The perfect whorish step-sister.
One finger twisting around to the knuckle had her ecstatic. Two spit covered digits crooking and hooking and gaping had her bodily overjoyed. Three fingers gawping her sensitive pink starfish had Faun blissful.
“Oh fuck my arse you bugger...fuck my arse deep and good”
Holy Hell: my step-sister gave the undreamed forbidden command and I didn’t hesitate. My cock had to release its load somewhere: her tits, her mouth, her pussy...but my volatile load was destined to pleasure her butt.
I had no idea how attractive a wet little arsehole could look before it’s fucked.
Oh man, her butthole was tight. Giving but tight. Superlative constriction. Cock clutching and cock holding. Only the room to burrow deeper, so goddamn tight I couldn’t have backed out. She was yelping till I got in deep and found her inner space. My cock ringed at her rim but exploring her anal depths. Bloody amazing.
Faun was panting in her bent over state, her huge tits swaying, her booty wobbling, my cock locked in her bum.
Her peachy booty cheeks were caressing my thighs and pubic bone, my pecker buried in the pit of her bowels. Our bodies found an indecent buggering rhythm that gave each of us more pleasure, the deeper I pressed and the more Faun squashed back with her butt. My cock compressed in her arse furrow.
Two bodies locked, rocking and rolling and swaying.
We both hit the apex of rising bliss...the limit of what our young bodies were actually capable of. It came as a shudder and quivering for both of us...heightened moans and groans combined...orgasmic release assured times two.
My step-sisters butt was creamed in the bathroom.
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