Authors: Fiona Knightingale
Suddenly they both jumped apart panting for air. The car in the driveway meant their parents had returned from the museum visit. Ashley popped up out of the water and returned to her deck chair as smoothly as she could manage. Clint opted to stay in the water until his interest in his stepsister was not as visible through his wet swim trunks. They exchanged one wide-eyed electric look and he swam off under the water.
Before dinner, Ashley slipped upstairs to shower and clean up. She stood under the hot water, letting it beat down on her skin and hoped that it would rinse away the need that swelled in her pussy. But at this stage of the game, there was only one solution for her. And he was only one room away. As she pulled a clean sundress out of her suitcase, her eyes fell to the thong that she had teased him with via text. She could hear him talking with his dad downstairs so she slipped next door and laid it out carefully on top of his clothes in his suitcase.
When Clint came upstairs later to get cleaned up for dinner, he stopped dead in his tracks when it saw the flimsy lace on top of his clothing. He groaned and had to adjust his swelling cock.
Damn her
, he thought. He fished out his cell phone, flashed the camera, and fired off a quick picture of the visible swelling under his swim trunks. She grinned when she received it, and pondered the thought of inviting him back to college with her for just a day or so.
Dinner was particularly awkward that evening with Ashley’s mom and Clint’s dad. Hopefully neither parent noticed that the two of them were not even making eye contact. They both feared spontaneous combustion if they looked at each other, or worse. He was hardly able to finish his food since she kept bending forward just enough to show off her ample lace-trimmed cleavage.
After dinner, Clint headed back outside to cool off but was not rewarded for his efforts to escape. Ashley joined him after their parents had started some terrible 70s movie on cable.
She perched on the arm of his lounge chair, making sure that her sundress rode high on her thigh.
“Hey…” she greeted him.
“You’d probably better get back inside.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Because otherwise our parents are going to look out here and find you bent over this chair with me behind you.”
Her eyes widened as she giggled in surprise. “You wouldn’t…”
“Just try me…” his eyes flashed copper fire but she could not determine anger from lust.
She erred on the side of caution and removed herself from his chair.
“Swing by my room later. I have a question for you.”
After he watched her ass sway back into the house, he rested his face on his palms. There was going to be no escape.
He did stop by her room but paused for a long minute before knocking on the door.
“Come in,” she answered brightly.
“Hey. You wanted to see me?”
“Actually, I want to see all of you. But I’ll settle for an answer to my question.”
“Which is?”
“Want to come back to school with me tomorrow?”
“I can’t. My leave is up tomorrow. But what about next Saturday? I could, um, drop by.”
She grinned, “Sounds good. I’ll text you my address.”
He looked at her silently, almost staring straight through her, before turning and leaving the room.
That night she could not help herself, she had to relieve at least a tiny portion of the tension of the day. She hoped he could hear her moans through the bedroom wall that separated them, and came ferociously against her own fingers as she remembered the encounter in the pool. Clint heard every rustle and gasp from her room, and grunted loudly himself as he thrust his hard cock into his own fist. He knew exactly what next Saturday was going to bring, and he only hoped he could last longer than the sixty seconds he feared would happen.
All week Ashley was bouncy and giddy and nervous. On Friday, she spent several hours at the spa, getting her manicure and pedicure and even a haircut. On Saturday morning, she took a long hot shower to scrub and shave everything below her neck. She chose a short thin sundress and a tiny white thong, and waited anxiously for the doorbell.
Clint got up early, too anxious and frustrated to sleep any later. He started the drive down around noon, but was not sure when he was “supposed” to arrive. He shifted his feet outside of the door for several minutes before finally pressing the doorbell button.
Inside, Ashley’s heart jumped and her pussy clenched. It was the now or never moment.
She opened the door and smiled at Clint who could not stop his own grin. She stepped back into the apartment as he stepped forward. They stood silent and motionless for a long minute, just staring at each other and mentally cycling through all of the teasing and all of the torturous moments that had led to this place and this time.
And combusted.
His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her against him. Their mouths pressed together, lips parted, tongues diving into one another. One of his hands slid lower and slipped up under the short skirt of her dress to dig into her smooth ass.
“God Ashley, you’ve been driving me crazy…” he mumbled against her neck.
“Oh Clint, I didn’t think I could wait any longer,” she whispered back. “I had to have you.”
He groaned and wedged one leg between hers.
“The pool was almost too much,” she confessed shyly as her hands felt the firmness of his chest and arms.
“Everything has been too much…”
She felt his thigh pressing up against her heat and tried to grind against him. He withdrew his thigh and taunted her.
“Oh no missy, now it’s my turn to torment…”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the couch off to one side. He easily spun her around and walked her backwards until she was up against it. He lightly pushed her chest and she dropped down firmly.
He knelt in front of her and ran his hands up her thighs until they disappeared under her skirt. He kneaded her silky skin, his thumbs drawing tantalizing circles nearer and nearer to the heat. Clint leaned forward and kissed her hard, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She gasped and moaned softly.
He caught the hem of her dress in his fingers and slowly slid it up, kissing and licking every exposed inch as it traveled higher and higher. He groaned loudly when he caught a glimpse of the white satin and kissed his way around every edge and seam. She squirmed on the couch, the heat rising and spreading from her belly to her pussy.
He slid it further up as his tongue tickled her stomach and traced the lower curve of her bare breasts. He finally slid the dress up and off and his pupils dilated when he took in the large firm breasts that had been revealed.
“God they’re gorgeous,” he breathed, taking one nipple between his lips.
He pinched it lightly, flicking his tongue over the taut surface. She groaned and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, pulling him against her eager body. His fingers and tongue tormented her aching nipples back and forth while she writhed and moaned.
He kissed his way back down her smooth stomach until he pressed his lips against the wet satin.
She gasped loudly, “Clint…”
He looked up, startled. “Ashley?”
“I’ve never, I mean, no one’s ever…”
“Never? Really?”
His fingers traced tortuous circles around her throbbing clit but never touched it.
“No, never…”
“Mmm, I like that I’ll be the first…”
He slowly slid her panties off and marveled at the smooth wet skin. He exhaled warmly and she shivered hard.
“Clint, I don’t know…”
“Relax, it won’t hurt at all…”
He pressed his lips against her closed lips, letting his tongue graze softly. He relished in her moans and gasps as she felt all new types of torment.
Her heart beat so fast in her chest; she thought she might end up with a broken rib. His lips and tongue felt so delicious but she was so nervous at what he was about to do.
His tongue delved inside and her back arched. He zeroed in on her tender pulsing clit, grasping it lightly between his lips and dancing his tongue across the taut surface.
Her body radiated heat and cold, she felt flush and struggled for breath. She never imagined something could feel so intense or that someone would focus so much attention on such a tiny part of her. She felt the tremors in her belly, stronger than anything she had had before. Her thighs parted further, silently begging him for more. He pressed harder and circled faster, watching her stomach flutter faster.
She felt every muscle in her body go rigid for a moment and then she screamed. Her hands pulled his face against her and she fought to stay conscious as the waves washed through to her fingers and toes.
When she fell back against the couch panting, he raised himself up to grin at her.
“Inside me…” she whispered.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the other room to lay her down on the bed.
Through hazy eyes, she watched as he removed his own clothes. His chest was as firm as it had always been and she reached out to run her fingers down the rippled ab muscles. Her eyes widened as he slid off his shorts and boxers. His large swollen cock bobbed into view and she wondered if it would fit inside her. She was not inexperienced but she had never seen anyone quite that large in person.
He knelt over her on the bed and she ran her hands up his length.
He groaned deep in his throat, “Better not do too much of that…”
“I want to touch and feel and taste and everything. I want all of it at the same time.”
He chuckled, “Might have to be patient, little one.”
She pouted and wrapped her hand around his girth, stroking it softly.
“Dammit, you gotta stop…”
She wriggled on the bed until she was lying in front of him. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside, never breaking eye contact.
He twisted at the waist to pull away. “Lay back down,” he growled.
She flipped back around and spread her legs for him. He gripped her hips hard and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slippery opening. They groaned in unison as he slowly slid himself inside.
“Slowly,” she gasped.
He inched his way in, desperately trying to control himself as he felt her warm velvet walls close around his cock. When he felt his pelvis hit hers, he paused to give her a moment to accommodate him and to give himself a moment to hold back. He slid out and back in, her hips rising up to meet his.
“Fuck…” she breathed. “You’re huge…”
He grinned. She was not just stroking his ego, she truly meant it.
“Faster, Clint, faster” she urged.
He did not need to be told twice and he picked up the pace of his stroking. They fell into their rhythm, and he knew that her tight little pussy was not going to give him much leeway in his self-control.
“Ashley, I’m not going to…”
“No, wait Clint, not yet, please not yet, don’t stop…”
His voice was hoarse with desire, “Either I stop or I finish…”
She could feel the next climax building inside her with every stroke. His thick cock stroking places inside her that had never been touched. Closer and closer with every thrust, she just needed a few more before he lost his load.
“Faster. Harder.” she gasped out each word. “Fuck. Me.”
He grabbed her hips to hold her still and he pounded her with everything he had left. He grunted loudly as she whimpered.
“I’m going to…”
“Yes, inside me, with me…”
She yelled as the wave burst through her and over her and around her. He thrust one more time into her and held her in place by the hips. It was months of torment and desire and need and lust pouring into her body and she took every drop.
He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside and against her.
“Goddammit.”
She grinned next to his ear. “Ditto.”
“I gotta have more.”
“Well give me a minute here, big boy.”
“I’m just getting started.” He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned back at her.
She licked her lower lip slowly. “I still need to taste.”
For her teasing effort, she was rewarded with a twitch of his soft cock as it rested next to her dripping pussy.
He eventually rolled off of her and they slipped easily into an exhausted sleep. Several hours later, Ashley woke up and realized he was running his fingers through her tangled hair.
“Hi…” she said sleepily.
“Hey yourself. You know I meant what I said. I want more.”
“I just woke up,” she giggled.
“Not just that, more of all of you.”
She rested her cheek against his chest and sighed softly. “All of you too.”
THE END