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Mark groaned an indeterminable sound, the deep resonance reverberating through his throat to tingle over her lips. Accepting the embrace, his arms encircled her narrow waist to paw wantonly at her full rump as he tried desperately to draw her closer whilst she cradled his head in her palms. He yielded without a struggle, their tongues thrusting, twisting, swirling around and around in a passionate dance before a low moan rumbled through her. Mina felt his renewed erection prod her thigh through her jeans. Feeling her core grow moist at the touch, she snaked her hand down his neck, her nails scraping over his flat nipples and down his torso before moving lower, the warm flesh of his stomach trembling beneath her fingers as she reached between their bodies. Coiling her digits around the base of his manhood while rubbing her palm across the glistening tip, she gave him a testing stroke. His hips bucked into her hand and he broke their burning embrace to drag in a ragged breath.
“Mmm… such a naughty boy…” she purred, slightly breathless from the kiss but smirking playfully nonetheless as she leaned back, settling herself above him. Within her grasp, his shaft was like a column of steel wrapped in molten silk and though he was well within average parameters, in her small hand he felt huge. She could feel him throb with excitement as blood surged through the bulging veins. Mina gave it a shake before stroking along his length from base to heap, stretching the velvety skin tight before completing each stroke with a firm squeeze just beneath the swollen lip of his corona that made the bulbous head swell. “Getting this hard from thinking about your stepsister. So do you want big sis to make you cum?”
“Yes…” he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes wide and breath shallow as her talented hand continued it's ministrations, his hips jumping in sheer delight as she pressed the pad of her thumb upon the sensitised head.
Mina smirked wickedly, enjoying his look of desperation before releasing his shaft. With his relief nearing, Mark made a furious sound of protest but she paid it no mind as she got to her feet, turned around to face the foot of the bed and then sat back down. Kneeling over his waist, she then shuffled back until she was literally crouching over the length of his body with her head just above his abdomen and presenting him with her denim-clad buttocks.
Placing her hands on his inner thighs, she massaged the supple muscles with her palms and cast her gaze down to see his rampant erection standing proudly to attention, jutting over his chiselled thighs. Ropy veins bulged along the distended trunk and the mushroom-shaped crown glistened with precum. Up this close, it seemed bigger than she remembered and the musky scent of his arousal made her mouth water as she dipped her head and brought her lips close enough for the warmth of her breath to wash over his sturdy length.
“Ah…” he gasped and she could feel him tremble with pleasure, his engorged shaft twitching in excitement. Encouraged by his display, she reached out with her tongue and used the tip to skilfully scribble her signature across the organ’s glans before she dragged it up to the weeping point, dousing her taste buds in his flavour. Relishing the familiar salty tang of male excitement, she flicked her tongue over the slick summit before she almost wrapped it around the bulbous head, slowly taking him into the damp cavern of her mouth. Closing her lips over the head, she began to earnestly suck the slick rubbery flesh while her tongue continued to swirl around and around, down to the sensitised ridges along its rim, making him shudder with pleasure.
With every sweeping crease and wanton suckle, his flesh pulsed within her grasp and she half heard him groan something incomprehensible, his voice low and laboured as her tongue danced. She noticed the tension that gathered in his thighs as he resisted the urge to buck, so she decided to take pity on him and slowly took him deeper. Her pouting lips stretched and formed a tight seal around his shaft as she leisurely leant forward, enveloping all but the last inch of him in her mouth. It was a necessary evil to avoid her persistent gag reflex. Even so, he filled her tiny orifice completely and she was forced to breathe through her nose as she held him in her mouth.
“Oh… fuck… fuck… Mina!” gasped Mark, his breath catching in his throat as she eagerly began to suckle the length of his arousal, drawing back and rising up at a tortuously slow pace until she held just the bulbous crown between her pearly whites. The salty taste of his arousal flooded her senses and she repeated the motion, dipping down while gently scraping her teeth along his engorged length before she rose up again, all the while sucking vigorously. The sounds of his pleasure sent hot shivers rushing all the way down her spine to spark deliciously within her molten sheath.
She had always loved performing oral sex. She had relished the power it gave her and the control she could wield over another person with just the tiniest motion of her mouth and tongue. It was so empowering and utterly addictive, but for all her bravado there was something she wanted even more.
She could feel the need burning deep within her, a fire that seemed to originate within her clit and rage outward along her nerves to keep her ever on edge. Mina fidgeted restlessly as slick rivulets of her dew rolled down her thighs, and she knew she needed her own release, so she suddenly ceased her attention. Pulling her mouth off his now glistening shaft, she flashed a look back over her shoulder at him, a sly smirk pulling at her lips as she saw his eyes squeeze tightly shut and a pleasurable grimace contort his handsome features. His hands had a white-knuckled death grip on the sheets and she could hear his breathing come in short, ragged gasps.
Perfect.
“Hey squirt, instead of just lying there, gibbering like a codfish, why don’t you put that mouth to proper use and eat me? Sucking your dick is making me so wet…”
Unscrewing his eyes, he stared at her incredulously as she wiggled her butt provocatively, clearly not daring to believe what she had suggested, before nodding excitedly, reaching up and fumbling with the button of her jeans. For a moment he was all thumbs, but then managed to release the fastening and, hooking his fingers under the waistband, dragged the denim down.
She shivered as the cool air touched her most sensitive spots, contrasting so deliciously with the heat of her desire, before the warmth of Mark’s breath was suddenly washing over her folds. His hands seized the full globes of her buttocks and dragged her down to his waiting jaws, his tongue slithering out to lap along her core. Parting but never entering her folds, he teased her with three long, gentle licks before finally thrusting into her depths. Her skin prickled with goose flesh and a low, sensuous moan echoed from her lips as she felt the thick muscle, slick from a manic lust, writhe inside her, spiralling, thrashing her quivering walls and feasting upon her syrupy dew. He devoured her with such a ravenous frenzy that she could not help but tighten her grip on his thighs and roll her hips against his tongue.
“Mmm… you naughty boy… oh… yes you dirty, naughty boy…” she moaned, as Mark's tongue orally fucked her. Although the pleasure this treat provided wasn’t spectacular, he was doing so much better than the last time. Mina knew he must have been practising. Strangely, the thought of him doing this to some other girl filled her with a momentary surge of anger. A sudden, and very delightful, swirl of his tongue quickly buried her thoughts and lavished her folds with attention, avoiding any contact with her sensitised clitoris. He began to withdraw and then thrust back into her tight passage, greedily lapping up her flowing nectar. She felt a surge of emotion and such a rush of pleasure that it seemed to set every nerve in her body ablaze.
Exhaling hot panting breaths but determined not to be outdone, Mina wasted no time getting back to work on him. Taking him in her mouth once again, she swirled her tongue around his crown, synchronizing her motions with his assault as she resumed bobbing back and forth, sliding her lips along his hard length, continuing to use her teeth to apply a gentle pressure. It was difficult work for his wicked tongue was stirring up a storm within her and it took all of her concentration to push the feeling of him writhing within her to the back of her mind, ignoring it as she would that itch you could never quite scratch.
Vaguely she heard him drag in a ragged breath and she could feel his muscles flex excitedly beneath her palms. He suddenly started to buck and roll beneath her, forcing his rampant arousal a little deeper down her throat as he moved to meet her descent. Anticipating the kick of her gag reflex, fear blossomed in her heart and she panicked, trying desperately to withdraw and breathe only to feel a sudden scorching bolt of white-hot ecstasy rip through her, stilling her as Mark’s devious techniques altered.
With supreme confidence unsuitable for a man caught masturbating to a picture of his step sister, he began to worship the core of her erogenous being with swift licks and prods. Frozen in a wash of tiny climactic aftershocks, her world shrank to just the sensation of his tongue circling her engorged clit, her every sense focused entirely on the fiery kisses that flamed her entire being. In such a delirious state as this, the sensation seemed to last for an eternity, but was then shattered as a barrage of fireworks burst behind her eyes as his lips closed on her sensitised nub.
Fire ran through her veins and her body jumped with the mini-teasers of an orgasm, yet his fingers held her firm against him as he pressed the tip of his nose inside her while fiercely suckling the tiny bud. Pulse after pulse of insidious bliss surged along her nerves, throwing her into such a state of delirium that she couldn’t hold back a wanton chorus of delight, her voice reverberating through his shaft in such a way that she felt him shudder in pleasure and growl around her bud. The sensations were so divine that her back arched on its own accord, yanking her suddenly clear of his cock and she moaned her pleasure without thought or care, heedless of anyone who might overhear them at that very moment. “Oh… right there. Right… ugh… yes, suck that clit. Ugh holy fuck! Oh- my- God- oh- my- God…”
Her heart was thundering in her ears as her vision dissolved into a collage of vivid colours, and she forced herself to recover and resume working on him. Barely able to think through the storm of pleasure clouding her mind, she was determined not to be out done. She focused all of her attention on bobbing up and down on his cock while massaging the glans across the domed head with her tongue. Relishing the bittersweet flavour that spilled across her taste buds, she began to earnestly suck the organ, earning a low, pleasure-induced hum from Mark that had her body backing into him and rocking against his ravenous lips.
It wouldn’t be long now. She could feel her muscles clench and there was an unmistakable tightness building in her lower abdomen that could only foretell a much-needed climax. Judging by the way his shaft was pulsing between her lips, she knew Mark must have been close too, but despite her best efforts, she was certain she would reach that glorious peak before him. Deciding it was time to break out the heavy calibres and try something unconventional, she edged her right palm along his thigh to cup the weight of his balls in her hand. Mina gently kneaded the velvety sack while raising her left up to her lips, coating the digits in copious amounts of saliva. When sufficiently lubricated, she reached down and trailed the glistening point of her index finger’s nail along the soft skin of his perineum to his anus. Noticing how his cock seemed to grow harder and thicker between her lips, she grinned inwardly before she pressed against the puckered sphincter. Mark’s body jumped at the forbidden contact before going suddenly still as she slid the well-lubricated finger through the two tight rings of muscle into his anal channel. Going just past her second knuckle, she then curled the digit and began exploring the dry, spongy walls until she felt the bumpy mound of his prostate.
“Ahh… Mina!” Mark gasped as she pressed down on the gland. His anal channel clenched tightly around her finger and he spilled his molten seed into her mouth. Thrilled by his salty essence, she suckled greedily, swallowing every drop of his release as he writhed beneath her in a fit of euphoria. Mark accidentally scraped the chiseled edge of his incisors across her clit as he threw his head back and arched off the bed. A sudden volatile cocktail of pleasure and pain flared through her at the contact, pitching her over the edge. Indescribable sensations of pleasure surged through her, originating from the lightning raging within her clitoris and pulsing deliciously through her every nerve until her mind was consumed by her release. At its crescendo, everything became too much. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she could feel herself shake violently as all notions of time and space slipped away. She hung there in limbo, poised between consciousness and oblivion, suspended in a heavenly sea of euphoria before plummeting back down to earth to ride the current of aftershocks.
Her skin tingled as she came slowly down from her high. Blinking past the fog of delirium, she felt Mark relax beneath her and quickly swallowed the last of his seed before withdrawing her finger from his tight anus. Releasing his balls and easing her mouth off his still-hard length, she reared back and sat straight-backed astride his torso. Her legs wobbled dangerously, barely able to support her weight, and she almost jumped out of her skin when Mark’s tongue resumed licking her, making slow, languishing sweeps along her folds, scooping up her dew like drops off a slowly melting ice-lolly.
Extremely sensitive after such an intense climax, she couldn’t help but exhale hot wanton pants as each gentle crease made her sensitised clit throb with need. She forced her body to move. Rising up, if somewhat unsteadily, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them across the room before she threw a leg over his torso, pivoted, and came around to face him. Seeing the confusion in his expression, she flashed him a coy smile before crouching over his eager erection.
“Mmmm… that was fun but now just sit back and enjoy the rest of your present Squirt, because big sis is about to rock your world,” she said before brushing a long strand of her rich blond hair that had fallen astray back behind her ear. Holding herself above his stiff manhood and balancing on the balls of her feet, she placed her left palm flat upon his abdomen to steady herself and reached down between them with her right. Wrapping her fingers around his arousal to position him, she lowered herself until she felt his rounded head slip between her folds. Compared to the heat boiling within her, Mark’s shaft felt positively chilled and she shivered with pleasure as he pressed against her opening. She rolled her hips, sliding the sensitive tip along her hidden valley to brush the nub of her clitoris, sending a jolt of sensations surging along her nerves.
Biting her lower lip in pleasure, she rocked back and forth, caressing him with her velvety furrow and coating the mushroom-shaped crown with her hot nectar, all the while smirking as she watched him squirm beneath her, her every motion eliciting a desperate sound in response. Yet like a good boy, he followed her instructions and made no effort to interfere or hasten her, leaving Mina free to tease him until the fiery passion raging within her core grew too great to resist. Eager to continue and almost trembling with pent-up passion, she rocked forward…
“Oh!” she moaned, her head rolling back in utter delight as she felt the first delicious shock of penetration surge through her when the bulbous head of her stepbrother’s cock drove through the tight ring of muscle into her channel. Her breath caught at the sudden wash of pleasure that radiated through her lower body and she released her grip on him. She placed her palm on his abdomen before leaning back, mewing as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, moulding around inch after wondrous inch until he was sheathed to the hilt within her.
She held herself there, savouring the sensation of having him inside her. While he certainly wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had, the feeling was very pleasurable and just the thought that it was her stepbrother’s cock buried inside her sent a naughty thrill tingling down her spine to her fingertips. Impaled as she was, she could feel her plush walls pulse deliciously in time with her heartbeat, convulsing around him in such a way that her whole centre began to throb with desire. Suddenly unsure of how long she could hold herself in check, her head dropped down to admire the image of Mark splayed beneath her. Though he had not moved once, he clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled hold once more and his lips were pulled tight in a grimace as his restraint was strained to its limit.
As their eyes locked, she gave him a reassuring wink before gently biting her lower lip as she resumed rolling her pelvis in tight little circles, massaging his engorged length with her velvety walls. Though her motions were slow and gentle, she was a well-practised dominator and the pleasure it gave her was enough to throw her senses into overdrive, feeding her need and making her skin prickle with electricity. Rocking back and forth, she ground their hips together, her muscles contracting around him at the delicious friction between their bodies and sending pulses of white-hot pleasure surging up her spine.
“Aah! God! Mina…” panted Mark, his breathing laboured and pupils constricting to pinpoints under the strain of keeping still. “Feels so-so… good, I have to…”
