F*cking My Step sister II

I tried stepping away from the door but I was already dripping wet. I had wanted to go in there and tell her to fuck the hell out of me. But it was barely 24 hours she moved into the house.

Oh my gosh, I'm fucking wet. 

My clit was soaked, my panties clinging damply to my swollen folds, every step sending a fresh throb of need through my core. The ache had built too far to ignore—my clit pulsed insistently, slick arousal already trickling down my inner thighs. Heart racing, I slipped away from the living room and hurried down the short hallway to my bedroom, thighs pressed tight together to savor the friction.

Finally, I pushed the door shut behind me with a soft click, twisting the lock for good measure. Privacy. The room was dim, lit only by the bulb light filtering through the curtains. My breath came in short, excited gasps as I reached back and unzipped my sundress in one smooth motion. 

The thin fabric slid down my body like water, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it, now standing in nothing but my soaked lace panties and a matching bra that did little to hide my hardened nipples.

I didn’t bother with the bra at first. Instead, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my legs, the crotch sticking briefly to my glistening pussy before coming free.

A thick strand of my arousal stretched and broke as I dropped the ruined underwear onto the floor and I was bare now, completely exposed, my smooth, puffy lips shiny and swollen, my inner pink folds visibly wet and twitching with need.

I climbed onto my bed on all fours first, ass up, back arched, feeling the cool air of my dripping sex.Then I rolled onto my back, knees bent and spread wide, giving myself full access.

One hand trailed down my stomach, fingers gliding over my mound until they reached my slick heat. I moaned softly at the first touch—two fingers sliding easily through my abundant wetness, parting my lips and circling my throbbing clit in slow, firm strokes.

“Fuck… yes,” I whispered to the empty room, hips already rolling up to meet my hand.

I dipped my fingers lower, teasing my entrance before pushing two inside myself in one smooth thrust. My walls clenched greedily around them, hot and silky, pulling them deeper. I began to fuck myself with steady strokes—curling my fingers upward to rub that sensitive spot on my front wall with every pass. 

The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers plunging in and out filled the room, my juices coating my hand and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath my ass.

My other hand pushed my bra up, freeing my full breasts. I pinched and rolled one stiff nipple between my fingers, then the other, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. My breathing grew ragged. I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, thrusting harder, faster.

My palm slapped rhythmically against my clit with every deep plunge, the dual stimulation making my thighs tremble.

I was lost in it now—eyes half-closed, lips parted, soft desperate moans spilling out. I imagined my step sister's lips on my cumming clit. I moaned her name.

“Ooh.Yeah, fuck me hard, Zee.!" The mention of her name turned me on more. My hips bucked wildly, grinding against my palm as I fucked myself harder.

My clit was swollen and begging. I pulled my fingers out for a moment, shiny and dripping, I used them to rub tight, frantic circles over the sensitive nub—fast, slick, relentless. The pressure built like a coiled spring low in my belly. My toes curled, legs shaking uncontrollably as I chased the edge.

“Oh god… I’m gonna cum, Zee." 

Suddenly, the door burst open. My eyes tilted to the door with my hand still plunged in my pussy.

It was Zee. My eyes widened, sudden fear crept in. I gasped for breath, trying to cover my dripping naked body with a wrapper. She slowly walked towards me.

"You called my name while fucking yourself. You want to know how it's done?” She leaned over the bedside, biting her lower lip, giving me a frantic look. 

I’m sorry Zee,” I stuttered, voice low as ever.

The words had barely left my lips when Zee’s eyes darkened with heat. She stepped closer, her breath warm against my skin, and before I could say anything else, she grabbed me.

Her hands shot to my waist, fingers digging in possessively as she yanked me flush against her body. I gasped, but Zee didn’t hesitate. She pushed me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed, then shoved me down onto it. In one swift motion, she climbed over me, straddling my hips, her tank top already slipping off one shoulder.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” she murmured, voice husky. Then she grabbed the front of the wrapper, pulling it down roughly until one of my breasts spilled free. Zee leaned down and plunged her mouth onto it. Her lips sealed tight around my nipple, sucking hard and deep, her tongue swirling wet circles that sent sparks straight to my core. I moaned, arching up into her as she kneaded my other breast with her hand, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers until it ached with pleasure.

She sucked greedily, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, making me whimper and squirm beneath her. Saliva dripped down my breast as she switched sides, latching onto the other nipple with the same hungry intensity, flicking it rapidly with her tongue while her hips ground down against mine. I could feel how wet she was through her shorts, her heat pressing into me.

Zee didn’t stop there. She slid lower, exposing my already soaked pussy. She shoved my thighs apart wide, settling between them, and pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I cried out at the sudden stretch, my walls clenching around her as she curled them deep, stroking that perfect spot while her thumb rubbed firm circles over my swollen clit.

She fucked me with her fingers like that—hard, relentless pumps in and out, adding a third finger to stretch me fuller. Her mouth returned to my breasts, biting and sucking fresh marks into my skin as her hand worked me faster. Juices coated her fingers, dripping down my thighs with every thrust. I was panting, hips bucking up to meet her, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

But Zee wanted more. She pulled her fingers out, leaving me empty and whining, then stripped off her own clothes. A thick, veined strap-on sprang free between her legs, already glistening with lube. She grabbed my hips, lifting my ass slightly, and rubbed the fat head up and down my slick folds, teasing my entrance until I begged.

Then she thrust in deep.

I screamed in pleasure as she buried every inch inside my tight cunt. Zee didn’t pause—she pulled back and slammed forward again, fucking me with long, powerful strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my moans and the obscene squelch of her dildo plunging in and out of my dripping pussy. She leaned down, capturing my mouth in a messy, demanding kiss, tongues tangling as she pounded into me.

One of her hands pinched and tugged at my nipples, the other rubbed my clit in tight, fast circles. I wrapped my legs around her waist, heels digging into her back, urging her deeper. Her hips snapped harder, the strap grinding against her own clit with every thrust, making her groan into my mouth.

“Cum for me,” Zee growled against my neck, biting down as she slammed to the hilt and ground against me. I shattered—my pussy convulsing hard around the thick dildo, gushing around it as waves of orgasm crashed through me. She fucked me through it, drawing it out until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did she pull out, flip me onto my stomach, and slide back in from behind. She gripped my ass, spreading me open so she could watch every inch disappear into my soaked cunt, fucking me in deep, possessive strokes all over again.

We weren’t done. Not even close.