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CHAPTER SEVEN
I didn’t mean to rip her dress.
She was turned away from me when I stormed into her room. She’d unzipped the back of the dress and was pulling the sleeves down from her shoulders. I spun her around and mashed my mouth against hers. At the sound of ripping fabric, we froze—but then went on kissing and groping each other. Her dress had a built-in bra, so now her boobs were exposed. Their naked firmness against my shirt-covered chest drove me crazy. When she hoisted herself up and wrapped her legs around my hips, I tore her dress all the way down the back. Then I threw her on the bed, impatient to get my own clothes off.
Christie was impatient, too. She jumped to her knees and reached for my pants, licking her lips and baring her teeth. Damn, she was hungry.
So was I.
I let her undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and pull down my fly while I flailed out of my shirt. Before she got her greedy little hands on my cock, though, I shoved her backward.
She’d been toying with her food all goddamn day. I was ready to eat.
“Spread your legs,” I growled as I kicked off my pants. She gasped, but promptly obeyed, lying back and bowing her legs to offer her pussy. Her hurried movements and panting breaths betrayed how eager to fuck she was… yet somehow, her wide emerald eyes had never looked more innocent.
I knelt between her legs, lowered my head, and sniffed her powerful scent like a fine wine. Then, looking beyond her pussy, I smirked at the sight of her pale face peeping over the small mounds of her breasts. I stretched out my tongue and watched with amusement as her eyes widened in anticipation, but instead of licking her cunt, I flicked my tongue over her belly button ring. She groaned, scooting up the bed, bringing her cunt to my mouth. Oh, I wanted to eat her out—the tangy heat of her arousal was making me salivate—but she deserved a little payback. Besides, I’d dreamt of taking her for so damn long, and now that she was spread out before me, I had the primal urge to mark every quivering inch of her with my mouth.
I kissed my way up the center line of her abs. When I reached her boobs, I fingered the hardened flesh of a nipple, licked the areola around it like it was a chocolate topping, then trapped the stiff nub between my teeth and bathed it with my tongue. She moaned and bounced her butt on the bed as I moved to her other nipple, grabbing my hair and trying to pull me to her face, then trying to push me down between her legs. Her frustration grew louder as I took my sweet time tormenting her.
Of course, I was tormenting myself, too. As she bucked beneath me, her belly button ring tapped against my painfully stiff cock, making it even more maddeningly hard. I rose on my hands and knees, shifting away from the piercing—and nearly came when she grabbed my dick with both hands and thrust it toward her cunt.
*“Fuck me!*” She dug her heels into my butt cheeks, kicking me toward herself. *“Fuck me—fuck me—fuck me!”* Losing my resolve to tease her, I let her guide my aching prick to her soaking wet core.
But when my tip touched her folds, she froze. Her eyes flew open, her entire body tensing as her lust gave way to panicky fear.
Oh, fuck—right—she was a virgin. I’d been so caught up in her frenzied arousal, I almost forgot she’d never done this before.
“Relax,” I whispered in her ear. I pressed my mouth to her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, and finally, her lips.
She softened beneath me as I kissed her, the anxiety melting away.
Aware she would need more preparation, I moved my gentle kisses down her neck, past her cleavage, over her belly button ring… and closed in on her pussy.
When my face loomed over the heat rising from between her legs, she grabbed my hair, tilted my head up, and looked me in the eye.
“I might pass out.” Her pale cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “It happens sometimes when I cum really hard. Don’t freak out. Just keep going, okay?”
Damn. She really did faint easily. Good thing I was a pervert. The possibility of knocking her unconscious with pleasure made me even harder.
I gave her a leering grin, silently assuring her I wouldn’t freak out, and lowered my mouth to her muff.
First, I hovered above it, blowing soft, heated breaths up and down her labia. Then I flicked my tongue around her clit in teasing circles. She writhed and moaned, wrapping her legs around my head. I stretched my tongue down to her perineum and licked slowly upward, dipping into her juicy hole before returning to the surface and lavishing her clit with direct licks. Her heels dug into my shoulder blades, her bent knees bouncing in the air around my head.
I tried sliding my fingers inside her, but her inner walls clenched so tightly I couldn’t break through. Maybe she was still too scared, I thought.
My concern vanished when she let out a low moan and opened her legs wider. Her inner lips parted for me. Still bathing her clit with my tongue, I thrust two fingers in, curving them upward, searching for her G-spot. Her body moved in sync with my fingers and tongue as I increased the tempo, but when I sucked her clit deep into my mouth and swirled my tongue all over it, she lost our rhythm—and lost her fucking mind. Her screams were so loud I imagined windows breaking, our parents waking, the neighbors calling the police. My innocent little stepsister’s uninhibited cries made me so fucking horny I thought my cock would explode without even being touched.
Suddenly, her screams cut off as her body seized up and spasmed. Loads of pussy juice squirted into my face with shocking force as her feet slammed down on the mattress, her back arching, her hips twerking in the air. Though my fingers slipped out of her pussy, my tongue somehow rode the waves of her wild gyrations, and I grabbed her ass, sliding my tongue from her cunt to her clenched asshole. She screamed even louder, squirted even harder, her cum seeming to go on forever until, finally, her ass dropped to the bed, her legs flopped to either side, and her screams deflated into a long, exhausted groan. Then she twitched and sighed into total limpness.
I raised my head from between her legs, thinking she’d fainted.
Nope, still conscious… but only barely. She stared at the ceiling with half-closed, glazed-over eyes, her hair tangled around her face in sweat-soaked coils. God, I wanted to finish her right then—fuck her straight into oblivion—but I was a gentleman. I stretched sideways beside her, propped my head in one hand, and gazed down at her beautiful flushed face while I waited for her to recover.
“Want some water?” I asked when she seemed semi-aware.
She made some inarticulate grunting noises. Eventually, when she was capable of speech, she said: “I want your cock.”
Despite the spectacular orgasm I’d witnessed, I still wasn’t used to my goody-goody stepsister talking this way. Her words were mumbly and indistinct, and I’d half-convinced myself I’d misheard them when she rolled toward me and wrapped her tiny hand around my tumescent prick. “I want *this* inside me. *Now*.”
Well, okay then.
I climbed on top of her. She opened her legs. Our eyes locked.
“Keep going if I pass out,” she said again.
I gave her an ironic look. “If you didn’t pass out from that last orgasm…”
The sudden earnestness in her expression caught me off guard. “I’ve never let myself cum with a guy before. Only by myself. With guys, I’m afraid if I black out, it’ll scare them and kill the mood.” She touched my face, running her hand down my cheek. “But with you, I’m not worried about that, since… well…”
She trailed off. No need to say more. We both grinned at the memory of our ridiculous incident on the lawn. I flashed on the moment she’d stared up at me with those gorgeous green eyes while my cum dripped down her chin.
My cock bounced between our stomachs, raring to go again.
Shifting beneath me, she clenched my ass and eased me toward her.
There was no awkwardness. No searching or fumbling. I slid into her effortlessly.
Her expression seemed to reflect the ecstasy I felt… which struck me as strange. “Hey… isn’t this supposed to hurt? Since you’re, um, you know… a virgin?”
She poked her tongue between her teeth and wrinkled her nose at me. “Oh, sweetie. I popped my cherry a long time ago—riding my bike, I think.” She pedaled her feet in the air above us. “Now I’m ready to ride you.”
Leave it to Christie to lose her virginity with an adorable giggle.
But when I buried myself balls-deep inside her, her giggles melted into wanton moans.
Jesus Christ. I’d never felt more connected, more alive in every molecule of my flesh. When I raised my hips and pulled back, my exposed shaft tingled and shivered with the need to be deep inside her again. I forced myself to go slow, knowing I could explode any second. God, I wanted this to last forever.
Soon enough, though, the train gathered its own momentum. My thrusts intensified. Christie’s breathy moans hardened into throaty growls. *“Faster. Harder. Fuck me harder. Fuck my fucking brains out. Oh fuck—oh fuck—oh FUCK…”*
I made growly sounds of my own as we pounded and slapped against each other. Then, without warning, she let out a wild cry and flipped me onto my back with shocking strength. My cock slipped out of her. She wailed as if she’d lost a limb and leapt on top of me, rammed me back into herself, then splashed up and down in the puddle of juices she was leaking all over my balls as we fucked even more frantically. My mind gone, my body acting on pure instinct, I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her from the mattress as I rose to my knees. Then I slammed her against the wall and jackhammered her cunt with a deranged ferocity. Her pussy tightened like a vise, her mouth flew open in a soundless scream, and she launched into another full-body explosion. I willed myself not to cum with her, savoring the manly power of maintaining my control while she completely lost hers. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around my cock as if trying to chew it off, but I kept ramming it into her until she bore down with frightening force, a strained cry squeaking through her corded neck, her body seizing at the peak of her release. She hung suspended in this alarming state for what seemed an impossible stretch of time before her inarticulate cries deflated into a shuddering moan, her cunt went loose around my cock, and her arms fell limp from my shoulders. Her hips twitched, her head lolled as her eyes rolled back, and I realized she was passing out—but goddammit, she was going to feel me cum inside her first. I let out a roar and unloaded. My nutsack clenched tight. The first blast of jizz was so fucking huge that it barely squeezed through my firing cock, but when it finally burst free and splattered her cervix, Christie’s head jerked, her glazed eyes focused briefly on my face, and her pale lips flickered in a dreamy smile. Then she fainted, her well-fucked body flopping bonelessly against me while I grabbed her hips and pumped her like a fucktoy, dropping her to the mattress and pounding away, shooting load after impossibly huge load into her.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, fighting to get my breath back, my chest heaving violently against the gentle rise and fall of her boobs. I kept my wilting cock inside her, wanting my dick to be the first thing she was aware of when she woke. Maybe a minute later, she moaned and shifted beneath me. I lifted my head to watch her open her eyes. Color flooded back to her cheeks as her eyelids fluttered. But then, with a contented sigh, she drifted from her faint into peaceful, contented sleep.
Still buried inside her, my shriveled cock stirred into semi-hardness. Jesus Christ. I’d just exhausted myself in the most intense orgasm of my life, yet my prick still wanted to play. I didn’t want to wake Christie from her snooze, though. The poor girl needed it after the day she’d had. With a pang of regret, I slid out of her.
A wave of dizziness hit as I rose to my knees. Damn, I hadn’t eaten all day. Neither had she. No doubt she’d be starving when she woke from her nap. Well, at least I hoped she was napping and not done for the night. The sun was only now setting. The evening was young.
I climbed off the bed and reached for my clothes on the floor—but then realized I didn’t need them. Hell, I was the only conscious person in the house. So I padded naked to the kitchen—passing the snoring parents Christie had conquered in her quest for my cock—and fixed us a couple of plates from the feast I’d prepared. When I returned to her room, I set her plate on the nightstand, then climbed on the bed, sat at her feet, and nibbled my rice. My cock tapped the underside of my plate as I stared at my cum oozing from her core.
My eyes moved up and down her perfect little body.
I’d cum on those feet, in that face, and inside that pussy. She’d told me to keep going after she fainted. So… maybe it wouldn’t be wrong to jack off and cum on her tits now?
But then she stirred, sighing in her sleep with an adorable smile, and I decided, no, I’d save my energy. When she rose again, her servant would be ready.
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Whew! So, this is my first erotica story, and my goal was to write what I’d want to read. I realize it’s too long and not trope-y enough to be marketable. But if you read the whole thing and liked it, feel free to DM me or leave a comment. I have more (much shorter!) stories in mind, and I’d love to get a sense of who the audience for my kind of writing is. Thank you!