My Step Sister Part 3 - Bathroom Tryst - Sex Stories

My Step Sister Part 3 - Bathroom Tryst

... ever loving shit out of her. I never bothered to respond to her statement but pushed hard on her back, pinning her to the counter. "Marc stop it!" She hissed quietly. "What do you think you are doing? Marc? Marc, no! Don't! Don't!" She felt my penis graze her ass through the split in the towel, still held in place by her hand. I began to position my penis with my hand, trying to locate her opening, which wasn't easy in my beginner status. She was squirming like crazy and desperately trying to be quiet. She didn't want to get caught anymore than I did, the only difference was I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted not to get caught. Pay dirt. Becky was looking at me with a look of panic, her eyes pleading me not to, her lip quivering when I found her opening. I wasted no time and mashed my dick at her, shoving her lips open to accept me and I dove right in. I saw her eye flutter and her shoulder shiver when I entered her vagina. She did want it, I knew she did, but she didn't want it like this. It was a hard situation for her to render, as she was scared, but didn't want to miss out on the pleasure of the experience. I was amazed how much cooler she was than the first time. Her body had not prepped itself for copulation and I enjoyed feeling her heat up and more and more blood flowed to her reproductive organs. "Oh shit Marc. Oh Fuck!" She said in a terse whisper. "Marc, we don't have protection, please Marc, i will make it up to you later, ugh! I promise." She continued to ...

... pant, and I felt dominant, as I had only found my place, I hadn't even started to pump her yet. God the way her pussy clenched onto me, it was like a vice grip, and I loved it. I leaned forward and cupped Becky under her chin and forced her to look at me in the mirror. I got close to her head and whispered, "You love to tease me you little tart, well this morning I get to take the memory of your sweet little pussy to work!" I pulled back and slammed back home quick, ramming her pelvis into the counter and conjuring a slight "eh!" out of Becky when I did. God she was tight! I did another quick thrust and Becky whined again and dropped her grip on the towel and now both hands were on the counter, gripping. I loved watching the towel fall off her back. The constant tan from her shoulders to her feet. The line of her back, the curve of her hips, the jiggle of her ass cheeks when I pounded her with a thrust. I began to kiss her shoulders and grabbed put a arm around her waist and got into a good coital rhythm. Becky's eyes were closed now as she just let the feeling of sex consume her, I could see by the way her head bobbed that she was lost in the fuck. She had been teasing me but in the end she was young as horny like I was, and she wasn't about to pass up a nice morning fuck. Every few thrusts one of her knees would bang into the cupboard below the sink. If anyone was near by our bedrooms we would be caught for sure, thank god our rooms were on top of the stairs. When Becky was ...