Lust Story :Night Lust Story with Step Sister Part 2

My hips bucking and my own lips letting out loud gasps as the orgasm rushes through my body—wave after wave, over and over, pulsing through my muscles as I twitch and writhe and oh God yes, as I come. He crawls back up my body, comes in for a kiss—and I’m trying to absorb the unique taste of myself on his own sweet tongue. I think for a second that I might just devour him. It’s definitely time now, I have to have his cock. Trembling slightly, I push the fabric of his boxer shorts down so I can get to the delicious, rock-solid flesh of his dick. Legs open wide to welcome him in, knees back to spread myself so he can slide it really good and deep, I grab him and urge him to enter me.
He goes so slowly at first, and I let out a tiny squeal—just a vocalisation of I know not what. Relief? Anguish? Lust? All of the above? The moment when he slides in and relieves the ache in my cunt is one I won’t experience again for so so long.



I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in further, and each stroke of the fuck knocks the breath from my lungs. It comes out in a series of gasps. One for each time his dick has slipped all the way home—home to the depths of my wet, greedy cunt.

In response, I lift my hips and place my hands beneath them, clamping myself tighter around him. Doing the same with his dick that I did with his shoulders and biceps and hair and skin earlier.

I meet his gaze with thirsty longing, willing him onwards, begging with my eyes that he fuck me harder. More. The rolling wave of pleasure that hits me then might be another orgasm, or it might just be an early peak before the next crescendo—my mind is scrambled by desperation and emotion and it’s hard to really tell. But as we take a pause to change position, I am suddenly aware of the deep flush on my skin and the ragged breaths I’m taking. I’ve exerted myself on his dick and it is so fucking good.

I kiss down his body, drinking in every individual kiss like it will slake my thirst for him, using my tongue to trace lines on his firm stomach, then right down his gorgeous thick cock to the base of his smooth balls.
Teasing him by running it from base to tip before taking that tip in my mouth. I like to get it nice and wet with my lips before working the shaft with firm hands. God, the taste of him. And the smell of myself lingers from where I ground against him—it is so very, uniquely, beautifully us.

I climb on top of him and rub the thick, fat meat of his cock against my dripping slit, the better to lube him up so when I perch on it he can slide in, one smooth, satisfying motion. Yes. That’s it. One swift dip and he’s plunged inside me, all the way to the base

As I ride him I look down and watch the head popping in and out while we fuck. Letting out moans and gasps and planting my feet either side of his hips to allow me to really crush myself down onto it. Angling his dick so it perfectly nudges against my g-spot, kicking off those waves of twitching clenches in my cunt which I know he’ll be enjoying too.

Knowing that I am using his cock as a tool, and he is only too happy to let me. He fucks up into me, using his hips to thrust deeper inside and his hands cupping my bum to support me as I plunge up and down. Up and down. Over and over until I’m almost meditating with it—dreamlike.

I kiss him more and deeper, continuing to ride like I’m racing for the finish, even though the end will break my heart. He holds me more firmly—like he too cannot bear to let me go—and I grab one of my cheeks to spread myself just a little wider, to slide him in deeper. Like if I take enough of him inside me he just might stay forever.

But he can’t—he won’t. This night will have to end sometime. It’s getting closer now, I can feel it. The fire is fading to embers and he needs his own release—something to sate him that will shine bright enough in his mind to last him through the aeons we’re apart. I lie on my side on the blankets, and spread myself for him to enter me from behind.

Rubbing at my clit and closing my eyes to better enjoy the feeling of him slamming into me, I buck and moan and writhe and reach crescendo just as he builds pace to match. We’re going to come together, he and I. I can feel it. The slight shift in his angle and rhythm that tells me he’s almost there, almost ready to let go and allow himself those ecstatic waves of pleasure. I try to fix my mind on this but now it’s entirely blank—washed out to sea on those waves, blind and fumbling and drenched in pure satisfaction.

He kisses me and grips me tight, and in that moment he might be in control—nurturing and caressing me through my own climax—or he might be clinging on to me to stay grounded through his own. I can feel the pulsing twitch of his cock inside me, and the corresponding spasms in my cunt.

Kissing and touching and holding and leading each other so gently down from that ecstatic high. We breathe together. We lie together. Together we return from our plateau to reality—with the fire smouldering and the soft blankets hugging our slippery, naked skin.
I step over to the other side of the room, making sure to show him my naked, sated body as I fetch the wine to pour it. We’ll spend the rest of our time together like this.

sipping wine and talking about what we just did. Whispered memories of the way his hands felt on my skin, and the way his cock felt inside me, and the look in his eyes when he glanced up from tonguing my clit.



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