Wet Intentions (A collection Of Erotic Tales)

Wet P*ssy Meets Massive Stepc*ck 2

I stared at Ryan like a deer caught in headlights, my fingers still buried inside my dripping p***y, walls fluttering around them in helpless little spasms. The porn on the TV kept going with wet slapping sounds, a girl begging to be filled again but it all faded to white noise.

All I could hear was my own pounding heartbeat and the slow way Ryan’s hand kept moving on his c**k. Not faster, stopping. Just… continuing. Like he was putting on a private show now that he knew I was watching.

His smile widened. “You gonna stand there all night with your hand in your cunt, or you gonna come closer, little sis?”

The words hit me like a slap and a caress at the same time. My face burned, but my p***y clenched so hard around my fingers I almost came on the spot.

I should have yanked my hand free, I should have stammered some excuse and fled. Instead my feet moved before my brain could catch up. One step. Then another with my bare soles silent on the carpet until I was standing right at the edge of the sectional, maybe three feet from where he lounged like a king on his throne.

Up close he was even bigger. His c**k looked obscene and thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t meet if I wrapped them around it, long enough that even with his fist at the base there was still a good few inches left glistening above his grip.

The head was flushed dark, slit weeping precum that ran in shiny threads down the shaft every time he stroked. His balls were drawn up tight dusted with dark hair.

Ryan’s eyes raked over me. My tank top was basically transparent where sweat and my own excitement had soaked it and my n*****s stood out. My sleep shorts were bunched around the tops of my thighs, one leg of them twisted so my soaked p***y was half-exposed, lips puffy and shining. My fingers were still inside me, shiny with my cream.

“Pull them out,” he said.

My breath hitched. Slowly, I slid my fingers free. They came out with a soft, wet sound that made us both groan. Strings of my arousal connected my fingertips to my slit for a second before snapping. I held my hand up between us.

“Show me,” he ordered.

I turned my palm toward him. My fingers were coated, webs of slick stretching between them and Ryan’s c**k jumped in his grip when he saw them.

“f**k,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Been playing with that tight little p***y while you watched me?”

I nodded my throat too tight to speak.

“Words, baby. Use them.”

“Y-yes,” I whispered but voice sounded wrecked already. “I… I had a dream and a woke up so wet I couldn’t think, then i came down for water and… heard you.”

His eyes darkened. “And instead of leaving, you stood in the dark and fingered yourself to me jerking off.”

Heat crawled up my neck at his words.

Ryan let go of his c**k and it slapped wetly against his abs, leaving a smear of precum. He patted the cushion beside him. “Sit.”

My legs shook as I obeyed. I sat on the edge my thighs pressed together, trying to hide how badly I was dripping onto the leather.

Ryan reached over and hooked two fingers under the crotch of my shorts. He tugged them down my thighs in one pull. The soaked fabric peeled away from my p***y with a sticky sound and cool air hit my overheated p***y and I whimpered.

“Spread,” he said.

I parted my knees and my p***y opened for him with my c**t peeking out and entrance clenching on nothing. A fresh bead of wetness welled up and slid down toward my ass.

Ryan made a low sound in his throat. “Look at that pretty cunt. All puffy and greedy. Bet it’s been clenching like that since you woke up.”

He didn’t touch me yet, just looked, letting me feel exposed, dripping, aching under his stare. My hips twitched involuntarily, seeking friction.

“You ever think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked.

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“How often?”

“Too often,” I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Since the wedding. Every time you walk around in those sweatpants… I can see it. How thick you are. How heavy. I… I get wet just looking.”

His c**k jerked again, another fat drop of precum rolling down the shaft. “You’re gonna show me exactly how you touch yourself when you think about me. Right now.”

My hand moved before I could second guess it. I slid two fingers back through my folds, gathering the slickness, then circled my c**t slow the way I liked. A moan slipped out immediately and Ryan wrapped his fist around his c**k again and started stroking in the same rhythm.

“Faster,” he said.

I obeyed and my fingers rubbed frantic little circles over my c**t. The wet sounds were obscene now, loud even over the porn still playing forgotten in the background. My other hand gripped the couch cushion so hard my knuckles whitened.

“Inside,” he growled. “f**k yourself with those fingers. Pretend it’s me.”

I shoved two fingers deep, curled them hard against my G-spot and my hips bucked. “Oh god—”

“That’s it. Imagine my c**k stretching you. Splitting that tight little hole open. You’d take it so good, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes… f**k, yes—”

“Tell me.”

“I’d… I’d take every inch,” I panted. “I’d spread my legs and let you pound me. Let you fill me up. Breed me if you wanted—”

The words spilled out before I could stop them. Ryan’s hand sped up around his c**k. “f**k, my dk dirty little step sister. You want your stepbrother’s c*m in that greedy cunt?”

I nodded frantically and my fingers plunged faster, palm slapping my c**t with every thrust. “Please—”

“Not yet,” he snapped. “Edge it. Hold it.”

I whimpered but obeyed, slowing my fingers and teasing my entrance instead of f*****g deep. My whole body shook and sweat trickled between my breasts and my n*****s were so hard they hurt.

Ryan leaned closer, so close I could feel the heat rolling off him. “You don’t get to c*m until I say. Understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

He reached over and hooked a finger under the hem of my tank top, dragging it up and over my breasts. They bounced free and he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slow. I cried out, back arching.

“These are perfect,” he muttered. “Been wanting to get my mouth on them since the day you moved in.”

He leaned in and sucked the n****e into his hot mouth. I moaned, my fingers plunging deep again without permission and he bit down just hard enough to sting and I almost came right there.

He pulled off with a wet pop. “Hands off your pussy.”

I whined but obeyed, fingers slipping free.

Ryan stood up and towered over me. His c**k bobbed inches from my face, so close I could see every vein, every bead of precum. He fisted the base and slapped the head against my cheek and the wet smacks that left shiny streaks on my skin.

“Open.”

I parted my lips instantly and he fed the head past them, slow, letting me taste the salt and heat of him. I moaned around the thick crown, tongue swirling and chasing more precum. He groaned, hips flexing.

“f**k… that mouth.”

He pushed deeper but not all the way, just enough to fill my mouth, stretch my lips around his girth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, bobbing shallowly. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in.

“That’s it. Suck your stepbrother’s c**k like the needy little slut you are.”

I whimpered, the vibration making him curse. He ran his fingers through my hair, and gripped it, guiding my movements with a hallow thrusts that let me adjust to his size. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixed with his precum. I was making filthy wet noises, gagging softly every time he nudged the back of my throat.

After a minute he pulled out with a wet pop. His c**k glistened with my spit, strings of it connecting us and he stroked himself smearing my saliva all over the shaft.

“On your back,” he said. “Legs wide. Show me that p***y again.”

I scrambled to obey, lying back on the sectional, knees drawn up and spread. My p***y gaped open for him red, swollen and dripping. Ryan dropped to his knees between my legs. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me even wider.

Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue from my asshole all the way up to my c**t in one long, slow lick.

I screamed.

He did it again and again. Lapping at my folds like he was starving, his tongue plunging inside me, f*****g me with it. Then he sealed his lips around my c**t and sucked hard and my hips bucked, hands flew to his hair, pulling.

“Ryan, oh f**k—please—”

He growled against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. Two thick fingers shoved inside me, curling and pumping. His tongue flicked my c**t in hard little circles. I was shaking, thighs trembling and right on the edge again.

“Don’t you dare c*m,” he snarled against my p***y. “Not until my c**k’s buried in you.”

I sobbed, trying to hold it back but my whole body felt like it was one live wire. He kept eating me like he’d never get enough, sucking and licking and fingering, until I was a begging mess.

Finally he pulled back, lips and chin shiny with my juices. He rose over me, c**k in hand, stroking slow.

“You want this?” he asked, slapping the head against my c**t.

I nodded frantically. “Please. Please f**k me.”

“Beg.”

“I need it,” I whimpered. “Need your big c**k stretching me. Need you to f**k me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Please, Ryan f**k your little stepsister.”

Something feral flashed in his eyes and he quickly lined himself up, notched the fat head at my entrance, and pushed.

The stretch burned and my p***y resisted for one second then gave way, swallowing the head with a wet pop. I cried out, nails raking his shoulders but he didn’t stop, just kept sinking in, inch after thick inch, until his hips met mine and he bottomed out so deep I felt him in my stomach.

We both froze, breathing hard, walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. He was so thick it hurt in the best way.

“f**k,” he groaned. “So tight. So f*****g wet.”

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out then slammed back in. My whole body jolted and a broken moan tore from my throat.

He set a brutal pace with strokes that dragged every ridge over my walls. His balls slapped my ass with every thrust. My t**s bounced wildly and he caught one in his mouth, sucking hard while he f****d me into the couch.

I was loud. Moaning, whimpering, begging. “Harder—please—f**k me harder—”

He obliged, his hips snapping, c**k pistoning and hitting that spot inside me over and over.

“Gonna c*m,” I gasped. “Ryan—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he growled against my breast. “c*m on my c**k. Milk me.”

I shattered.

My orgasm hit like a freight train and my p***y clamped down on him, spasming, gushing slick all over his shaft and balls. I screamed his name, my back arching so hard I nearly threw him off. Wave after wave rolled through me, legs shaking, toes curling.

Ryan f****d me through it, growling filthy praise in my ear. “That’s it, squeeze me—f**k, you’re creaming all over me like such a good little slut—”

When the aftershocks finally eased he slowed, grinding deep, letting me feel every inch.

“I’m not done yet,” he rasped. “Gonna fill this p***y up.”

He flipped me over onto my stomach, yanked my hips up so my ass was in the air. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down while the other guided his c**k back inside me in one brutal thrust.

I moaned into the cushion as he f****d me with deep, possessive strokes that made me see stars. His free hand cracked across my ass cheek. Once. Twice.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Yours,” I sobbed. “I’m yours! f**k c*m in me… please—”

He roared and his thrusts turned erratic. His c**k swelled inside me, thickening even more. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came.

Hot spurts flooded me. Pulse after pulse, so much I could feel it leaking out around his shaft. He ground against me, milking every drop deep, marking me from the inside.

We stayed like that for long seconds, panting, trembling with his c**k still twitching inside me. Finally he pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the loss but thick stream of c*m followed, running down my thighs.

Ryan flipped me onto my back again. Looked down at me. I was flushed, wrecked and dripping his load. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue claiming my mouth the way his c**k had just claimed my p***y.

When he pulled back his eyes were dark with lust.

“That was just round one,” he said.