Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part2) - Sex Stories

Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part2)

... straddled across my waist, dangling her tits over my chin. I cupped them in my hands, and then stretched my head up, licking and sucking on each nipple in turn. Abby lowered her hips, pressing my dick against my stomach with her pussy, the fullness of its lips wrapping partly around the length of my shaft. It was the first time I'm felt her pussy on my dick, and its warmth and wetness almost made me cum into my own belly button right then. I was terrified, yet still slightly hopeful, that I might slip inside her then and there. While exciting, I knew that full penetration wasn’t a good idea. I tried to focus my attention on sucking her tits. She began grinding again, pressing her clit into my shaft. Her pace quickly increased, her breathing matching, and she soon came. She pressed her clit harder onto my shaft and dropped her body on top of me, wrapping her hands under my armpits and grabbing my shoulders, holding me tightly. With each spasm she thrust her hips into me and held a moment before repeating. She released her death grip on my body and sat up on me, kicking her legs out in front of her and worming her feet under my shoulders. Her pussy was open in front of me, the bottom of her lips still resting on the base of my shaft. Leaning back on one hand, she reached with the other and lifted the head of my dick off my stomach. She stroked and brought it up closer to her pussy, and grabbing each of her thighs, I raised myself into a sitting position with her on top of me. ...

... She scooted back just a bit and pulled my dick to her, rubbing my head on her pussy. She rubbed me along the outside of each lip, as if my dick were her toy. My head was wet with pre-cum and her juices, and highly sensitive. I felt the red fuzz on her pussy acutely. Abby slid the very tip of my dick between her pussy lips, and started rubbing it up and down along the length of her pussy. It took all my willpower not to grab my s****r by the hips and thrust myself into her right then. She started stroking my faster, bringing my dick up a bit higher and rubbed the end against her clit. We were both breathing hard and Abby let out a soft &#034Mmmmmmm&#034. Her moan put me over the top. My dick jerked fiercely in her firm grip, shooting the first spurts onto her stomach. I savored each pulse I made in her hand, the rest of my cum squirting out in great gobs on her red bush. Even after I'd stopped cumming, she held my dick firmly against her clit. Finally letting go of me, she moved her hand onto her bush and rubbed my cum into her hair, her eyes closed. Totally spent, my awareness and sense of shame returned, first, that I’d let it almost go too far, and second because of our guest. I put my hand on my dick, trying to cover it. I glanced over at the computer chair where Izzy sat. She had been just a few feet away from me the whole time, if I had wanted I could have reached my arm out and touched her leg. Her proximity embarrassed me. Then I saw what she was doing. She had turned ...