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Teaching Little Stepsister: Part Two
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TEACHING LITTLE STEPSISTER
An Incest Fantasy by Day Dreamer
Reluctantly, I moved my hand out of Chrissy's pajamas
and then took hold of the sheet that covered her. Slowly I
pulled the sheet down. My breath was coming faster now, and
my heart thumped in anticipation of the sight I knew would
soon be revealed. The sheet came slowly down, and top of
her pajama bottoms were revealed. Then all of her bottoms,
and finally the sheet went to the floor and Chrissy's whole
body was fully shown in all its magnificence. Her beauti-
fully formed legs were still splayed apart and her pajama
bottoms were askew from my explorations. A big splotch of
dampness covered the crotch area and the wide swatch of
Chrissy's abundant pubic down showed clearly through the
wet, transparent fabric.
With just the lightest of strokes I ran my hands up
Chrissy's legs, stroking her feet, then her calves, and then
up to the white, full thighs. I caressed the sensitive
insides of her thighs, making little circles in the wide
part just under her crotch. Chrissy moaned and moved her
hips in little circles, urging my hands to go further, to go
the very center of her pleasure pit. Instead, I moved my
hands to the top of her brief baby-doll pajama bottoms and
started to draw them down, slowly, inch by inch. Her little
belly mound was revealed, just a slight bulge of baby fat
still apparent. Then the dark, auburn bush came into view.
Lower still, the full glory of Chrissy's whole vulva was
revealed to my hungry eyes. Chrissy's soaking, creamy
vagina. The musky odor of her arousal wafted up to my nose
and my arousal was increased even more. The whole area of
Chrissy's sex mound was awash with her juices and invited
loving attention. My cock throbbed and indicated that it
was ready to provide such ministrations.
In one swift motion I drew the pajamas down over
Chrissy's feet and then to the floor. She was fully nude
now, and I was in awe of just how beautiful she was.
"Chrissy," I whispered softly, "you are the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen."
"Thank you for such a sweet compliment," Chrissy
replied, "but this is completely one-sided. I don't have
any clothes, and you have all of yours. You're seeing all
of me, but I can't see any of you. It's time for you to get
rid of your clothes, too."
With that, I stood up and took off all my clothes. I
stood there in front of Chrissy, fully nude, my cock
standing straight out, stiff and throbbing. Its head
glistened, covered with the pre-cum that my arousal had
produced. Shyly, Chrissy reached out her hand and ran her
fingers along my cock and then wrapped her hand around it.
"God, Bobby, you're beautiful, too. So hard, and so big.
Will it be possible for that to go inside me?"
"Girl's stretch to be able to take it all in. After
all, babies come from the same place as this goes in, and
babies are a whole lot larger than my cock."
"I guess so," Chrissy replied, still sounding doubtful.
I sat down on the bed next to Chrissy, drinking her in
with my eyes. I put my hand out and stroked her breasts,
then lightly ran my hand down over her rib cage, her little
belly mound, and then to her Venus mound. She lifted her
knees and spread her legs apart, giving me full access to
her swampy, down-covered center of pleasure. I moved my
hand over her mound and dipped my fingers into the spread
labial lips of her vulva. They were now even wetter than
before.
"I'm so wet, Bobby. Am I supposed to be like this?"
"A girl lubricates herself when sexually aroused. I
guess that must be what you are," I said.
"Oh, God, Bobby, am I ever! I've never been like this
before. Just your slightest touch and I go into spasms.
I've been horny before, but never anything like this. It's
because you're the one doing this. You're making all my
fantasies come true, and I'm about to go crazy from knowing
it."
I moved my fingers down to the opening to Chrissy's love
tunnel and moved one finger into the pit, all the way in. I
added another finger, and then a third. She was so wet and
slick that the fingers went in with only a little difficul-
ty. I twisted the fingers around and around, and moved them
in and out. Chrissy mewed like a cat and thrust her hips up
and down, reciprocating each of my in-and-out strokes. I
moved my thumb up and ran it over and around her clitoris.
Her hips jerked and she thrashed her hips around and around.
"I'm coming, Bobby! Oh, God, I'm coming hard, hard,
hard!" Chrissy threw her head back and cried and mewled,
moaned and finally shouted, "Oh, it's so good, it's so good,
it's so good!"
Chrissy shuddered and spasmed. I could see the muscles
of her stomach and thighs clinch, and the muscles of her
vagina squeezed down on my fingers. Her pussy pulsed around
my hand, little throbs and squeezes, compressing the vaginal
walls again and again against my fingers. Slowly, the
shudders and spasms eased, Chrissy unarched her back, and
the muscles unclinched.
Chrissy's eyes which had been shut tight opened and she
looked up at me. "That couldn't have happened so good with
anyone else," she whispered. "It was better than any boy
has ever done me before. Better, even, than the times I've
done myself." She reached out her arms to me and putting
them around my neck, pulled me down for a kiss. The kiss
was long and deep, full of soft, tender tongue action. "But
that's only the preliminary, isn't it?" Chrissy softly said.
"Yeah, the best part is still to come," I answered.
"Let me look at you first," Chrissy said. "I've never
seen a boy in the daylight," she said, laughing. "In fact,
the other night with Jimmy was the first time any of the
boys actually had their cock out, and I didn't even get to
see it then. If you're going to stick me with that thing,"
she giggled, "at least let me take a look at it first."
With that, Chrissy pushed me down on my back, and
leaning over me on her elbows, looked right down at my
exposed rock-hard pole. She touched my balls with her hand
and I jerked my hips upward toward her hand. Her finger
tips stroked my bag all over, sending shivers through my
whole groin. She moved her hand up and touched the head of
my cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum that accumulated there
down over my entire cock. "Am I doing this right?" she
asked.
"It all depends," I answered.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if you want to see me come all over the
place, you're doing exactly the right thing," I said
hoarsely.
"Do you want to come?"
"Oh, God, Yes! But not this way. I'm so hot I'll come
a whole bucketful, but I want it all to go inside you. I
want to feel your pussy fill up with my juice--for you know
how it feels to have love juice squirt into you, to feel how
my love pours out of me into you, filling you to
overflowing. I want to see my come run out of your pussy
and down all over your sweet little ass cheeks. I want us
to slide back and forth on each other, rubbing our whole
bodies against each other in a coating of my jism."
"Oh, Bobby, me too!" Chrissy said, and spread herself
out on top of me. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and
her legs spread out on the outside of mine, clamping them in
a sweet trap. My prick moved between her legs and she held
it tightly, caught between the spread lips of her pussy.
She stuck her tongue out all the way and lowered her mouth
down to mine. Her tongue was like liquid fire, licking all
around my mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a soft,
flexible pry bar, probing between my lips. Her tongue tip
moved behind my lower lips and ran back and forth with long
sensual strokes. It bored into my open mouth, avidly
seeking its counterpart. It found the tip of my tongue and
flicked a tattooing drum beat against it. I was literally
on fire with desire, her tongue pushing my desire to
ever-increasing heights.
All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little
movements around and up and down. The motion had coaxed my
cock to give up a flood of pre-seminal flow and it now
covered the entirety of Chrissy's sexual center. The stream
was flowing down to my balls and coated them and ran down
into the crack of my ass. I had never been so wet before,
even after shooting a full load of come. I couldn't help
but moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in to the
sheer joy of holding Chrissy against me.
I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and
caressed them. My finger tips probed between them, into the
cream slickened crevice. I ran my fingers up and down the
valley that split her ass, stroking across the little rose
bud of her anal opening and then down into the soft folds
and creases of the feminine secret recesses hidden between
Chrissy's thighs. Involuntarily, my hips started matching
the motion of hers, and we moved against each other, our
strokes becoming longer, more insistent with each passing
moment. "Oh, God, Chrissy, I'm getting so close!" I managed
to mutter.
"So am I," Chrissy whispered. "But I don't want to come
this way. I want to come just how you described it--with
you inside, filling me, stroking me, and spurting me full of
your man juice. Let's do it right now. I don't want to
wait a second longer. Bobby, do it to me now. Show me
right now what we're supposed to do."
"Chrissy, it's probably going to hurt some the first
time.
Are you ready for that?"
"Yes, you big silly. I'm a girl, remember. Girls know
about that, and I'm ready. Besides, if it does hurt any, it
won't hurt nearly so much with you as it would with someone
else. You just let me be the one to worry about that and
tell me what I'm supposed to do now. How am I supposed to
lay so you can do it to me the way that's best for you?"
"Just about like we are right now would the best way for
your first time," I replied. "Just sit up and then get on
your knees so my cock is just under your opening. Then just
sit down on my cock, taking it in a little at a time as you
feel comfortable with it. That way, if it starts to hurt,
you can stop for a minute and let it stop hurting before
taking any more inside."
Chrissy kissed my lightly on the lips and said, "That's
just why I wanted my first time to be with you, you sweet
guy. I knew you'd make it the best possible for me." She
then sat up and taking both hands moved my cock so that the
head was lodged at the opening of her tunnel of delight.
She moved down on my cock, never breaking our eye contact.
She had a look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing
her thoughts on the penetration of my cock into her
innermost recesses.
She took an inch into her and then stopped. I could
feel the tightness of her pussy around the head of my cock.
It was hot, wet, and glove-tight. After a few seconds, she
moved down even more, engulfing almost half of my seven cock
inches. "Ummm!" was the only sound she made. All this time
she continued to stare into my eyes, as if seeking a reflec-
tion of what was going on at the juncture of our bodies.
After a few more seconds pause, Chrissy sat down fully on my
cock.
Wet lock met wet lock. Pubic bone ground against pubic
bone. Chrissy sighed and whispered, "Oh, God!" She then
leaned over, brushing her breasts lightly against my chest,
the nipples sending waves of pleasure through both us as
they brushed between our bodies. Her mouth crushed against
mine and she tongued my mouth and tried to take all my lips
into her mouth and suck on them. She broke the kiss, and
whispered, "Bobby, it's all the way in. I can feel you
filling me up with your hardness. I can feel every little
ridge on your cock and feel it throbbing with each of your
heart beats. Having you in me is like satisfying a need I
didn't know I had. Oh, Bobby, it hardly hurt at all going
in, and now it doesn't hurt at all. Now is just feels sooo
goooood."
Chrissy sat up straight again, and we stayed in the
position, without moving, for several long minutes.
Chrissy's breathing slowed to near normal, and we both
rested from the penetration effort. Chrissy looked down at
me and regained our direct eye contact. While she looked
into my eyes, she smiled softly, secretly, with an almost
beatific expression. Her pussy was still so tight around my
cock I thought I would not be able to move it. Every ripple
and spasm of her pussy also swept through my cock, as if we
were one person, each completely a part of the other.
Nature soon took over, though. Unable to hold still any
longer, Chrissy began little pelvic movements--small jerks,
little circles, barely perceptible up-and-down movements.
My hips reciprocated, and I made my own motions, matching
pace with Chrissy's. Soon, our motions intensified, with
Chrissy moving up and down about two inches. Each motion
brought me intense pleasure, with Chrissy's glove-tight
pussy grabbing and stroking my cock with each movement. My
pre-cum flow coupled with Chrissy's feminine pussy cream
lubricated her pussy walls, and the hot flow together with
our passion fires made me feel as though a hot fire burned
at the point of our sexual junction.
"I can't believe how good this feels! It's heavenly!"
Chrissy hoarsely said. "Oh, Bobby, I knew it would good. I
knew you would make it good like this." Chrissy continued
her movements, each stroke getting longer and longer. All
of my seven inches moved in and out of her. Down hard to
the base, bush meeting bush, and then up to where the head
was almost ready to pop out. Chrissy's breathing was
growing faster again, and her breath was beginning to come
in gasps, not just from the effort but also from the way she
was obviously climbing up the scale toward climax.
Chrissy's enthusiasm increased even more, and suddenly
my cock popped out of her pussy with an audible popping
sound.
"Ohhh, noooo!" Chrissy cried. "Put it back in! Get it
back into meeee!"
I pushed Chrissy down and onto her back. I grabbed her
legs and pulled her to where her ass was just on the edge of
the bed and her pussy was just hanging over it. I held her
legs high in the air and spread them wide apart. My cock
thrust out just in front of her pussy. Wetly, the pussy
lips gaped open, inviting my cock to plunge between them,
into the cream-saturated depths of Chrissy's womanhood. I
inserted just the head of my cock into the pulsing,
throbbing opening and holding it in one hand, I swirled it
around and around, stirring the creaming center of Chrissy's
sopping pussy.
Chrissy moaned and cried, "Oh, do it, Bobby! Do it to
me!
Fuck your little stepsister hard!"
I plunged my stiffened manhood into Chrissy in one hard
stroke, pushing in until the head of my cock lodged against
her cervix. I could hardly believe how tight she was and
how hot her pussy was as it clung and grasped at my cock,
trying to keep it locked within its depths. I withdrew all
the way out to where my cockhead was just inside her lips
and then plunged in again. Chrissy's hips drove up to me as
I drove mine down to her. Our strokes met hard, each
grinding our sexes into the other. "Oh, Yes, yes, hard,
hard!" Chrissy moaned in a just-audible whisper.
As much as I had fought against it, my orgasm was
building up fast. The knowledge that it was my stepsister,
my dear little Chrissy, that I was fucking played mind games
with me and gave me such a sense of sheer sexual pleasure
that I could not forgo the climax sweeping over me. I
jerked my penis out of Chrissy and held it over her stomach.
Suddenly, my cock was spurting, shooting out jet after jet
of my scalding jism.
It landed on Chrissy's breasts and ran over the nipples
and the sides. Come squirted all over her neck and stomach
and soaked her swatch of feminine bush even more than it
was. Finally, the ejaculatory spasms ceased and come
stopped flowing. Chrissy's whole front, from neck to vee,
as well as my hand was covered with hot, white drops of my
outpouring.
Chrissy had watched me spurt, fascinated by the sight.
"So that's how a boy comes," she said. She then took her
hands and rubbed my come all over her front, coating every
inch. She especially rubbed come into her breasts, loving
the slick, lubrication it provided. I took my come-coated
hand and rubbed it all over my front, covering my chest and
stomach. We were now both coated in a film of my masculine
lubrication.
My cock had not diminished one bit as a result of my
orgasm. It was still rigidly hard and still throbbed. It
was almost as if I hadn't even come. Desire still welled up
in my groin; I was ready to do it all over again. I guided
my cock back into Chrissy's now come-covered pussy and
reamed it into her woman hole. She pushed up against me,
eager to restart the lover's ride just ended. I began the
see-saw, up-and-down motion, twisting my pelvis so as to
increase the pleasure. And pleasure it was. Despite my
have just come, my cock was anxious to ride to the peak
again, to climb to new climatic heights. I was no less
horny now than I had been before coming. I felt I could fuck
forever.
I lay down on Chrissy and rubbed our naked bodies
together--slick, come-soaked skins slipping and sliding
against each other. Her breasts were so slick and slippery
they turned in little circles against my chest. Wet belly
slipped against wet belly, and come-soaked pubic hair
interlocked and interwove together. I was one of the most
voluptuous experiences I had ever had.
Chrissy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck
and held me tight. Her legs came up and locked around my
back. Our thrusts were in perfect harmony, pulling back and
pushing forward, each in time with the other. Come-slippery
skin moved against the other's skin, adding to the pleasure.
Chrissy's movements became almost frantic. She was
moving her hips in circles and thrusting her pussy at my
cock with such force I was fearful she would hurt herself.
She was crying and moaning at the same time, ecstatic sounds
of almost unbearable pleasure. My movements increased in
their pace also, and I was groaning in pleasure. As our
peaks approached, our mouths hungrily sought each other,
wanting to imitate the action below. We brought our
wide-open mouths to each other's and kissed and suckled at
each other with an abandon neither had ever before
experienced.
I reached under us and grasped Chrissy's buttocks. I
caressed and kneaded them, ran my fingers down their deep
crease, and then pulled her pelvis up tight against me. We
were both so close, so close. I pulled back, and holding
her buttocks firmly in my hands, pushed hard into Chrissy's
creamy cavity. Over and over, in and out, harder and
harder. Each time, Chrissy's juice poured out of her and
down the crease of her ass into my hands. Her whole
buttocks as well as our fronts were now soaked in the
outpourings of our love juices.
The muscles in Chrissy's buttocks clinched, drawing
tight and hard. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, almost
immobilizing it. She jerked her mouth from mine and cried,
"Oh, God! I'm there! I'm coming, I'm coming so hard!" Her
buttocks started quivering and spasms tore through her
abdomen, shuddering her body over and over. She was panting
loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hips pushed
up and back, over and over again, just a little less with
each movement. Gradually they slowed down and the intensity
of her orgasm began to fade.
I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove
into her pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving
steel. My climax was building up fast and my cock began the
throbbing and swelling that occur just before orgasm.
Chrissy looked up at me and started reciprocating, pushing
me higher and higher. Suddenly, with hardly any warning, I
was there, over the edge, coming hard. Once more, come came
jetting out of my cock, only this time into Chrissy. I
could feel the slippery come flow over and around my cock,
making it hot and and slick. White foam came out of
Chrissy's pussy as I drove in and out, forcing the come out
of her already filled hole. Chrissy whispered, "I can feel
you coming, Bobby. You're spurting into me, filling me.
God, it's so hot and slick. Oh, Bobby, I gonna come again!
Bobby, don't stop! Keep going, don't stop!"
I kept right on driving in and out, my come starting to
lessen its flow. Chrissy had her eyes closed, concentrating
on her own pleasure. She humped against me, and then I
could see the muscles across her stomach draw tight. Her
pussy clamped down on my cock again, squeezing it. Still, I
continued my cock action, concerned now with giving Chrissy
even greater pleasure. Her orgasm this time was as great as
the one just passed, and Chrissy murmured, "Yes, yes, I did
it again. Again, and it was so good."
Chrissy opened her eyes and looked up at me. The hero
worship was still there in her eyes, but also something
else, something new, not seen before. I realized that she
was seeing me as lover as well as stepbrother, and this
added a new dimension to our relationship. I saw her, too,
as a lover--a lovely lover from out of my dreams. I said to
Chrissy, in a soft whisper, "Chrissy, that was better than
any dream could ever be."
Chrissy nodded, and smiled. She pulled me down to her
and kissed me. Then she pushed me over to my side and threw
her leg over my hip. All this time my cock had remained
buried in Chrissy's pussy, slowly going down from the
orgasm. Face to face, sex to sex, Chrissy kissed me again
and whispered, "Oh, Bobby, Bobby, my stepbrother, my lover.
Thank you, Bobby. Thank you. I'm sure that there will
never be another time like that in my life. Thank you for
making it so good for me."
Her hips were working in little motions and I realized
that my cock had fully regained it hardness. Chrissy kissed
me lightly on the cheek and smiling, said, "Bobby, there's
lots of stuff you need to teach me about sex, and we've got
all weekend. Would you mind showing me more?"
I didn't mind, of course. I spent the weekend not only
telling Chrissy about all aspects of sex, but, most
importantly, showing her. As we both learned, a show-and-
tell is worth ten thousand words.
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