Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2

... her soft buttocks nestled against my groin and my sensitive tip rested against her youthful cervix. What actually happened was that, unsuspected by either of us, the water in the hot tub had washed away most of her natural lubrication and despite her spread legs, her tight body resisted penetration painfully. After half a dozen attempts at lowering herself onto my cock during which her inner lips were stretched and her clitoris battered, eventually she sat back hard and bent my erection almost in half which made me cry out in pain. The tension now broken, and giggling her apologies, Hannah stood up in the water, turned around to face me and replaced her hands on my shoulders. A broad smile on her face, she lowered her lips to mine and we kissed. At first it was a simple peck, then a second, then a third then we dissolved into a full scale make-out kiss, lips wide open, tongues deep in each other’s mouths. And as we kissed, I felt her knees moving either side of mine until she was straddling me properly. Without breaking the kiss and with judicious use of her supple, writhing hips, my anxious fingers and a lot more giggling, we managed to part her inner lips enough to let her ease herself onto my cock. Our mouths froze and parted as, with some difficulty, the head of my cock entered her body. The feeling of her incredibly tight, hot, slightly dry vagina sliding down over my painfully hard, half bruised erection for the first time is one I will never forget. Biting her lip ...

... again, Hannah lowered herself slowly onto me, paused when the lubrication dried up, then rocked back and forth, raising and lowering herself until her wetness returned. Then she slowly continued her descent until her smooth, bony buttocks rested on my lap and my full length was buried within her so deeply that I could feel the head of my shaft being bent by the pressure of her cervix on its tip. It was as if I was in a dream. I was actually inside my stepdaughter’s body. She really was warm, tight and gripping my shaft from every direction. Her bikini clad breasts were right in front of my unbelieving eyes. I raised my head towards hers and she kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues entwining as she wriggled on my cock, somehow managing to sink an extra half inch deeper until I felt my bruised glans pressing hard against the entrance to her teenage womb. My hands cupped her buttocks and I began to kiss her small, firm breasts through her tiny blue bikini top. Her nipples were hard; I reached behind her back for the brassiere’s fastening to free them for my tongue to play with. Hannah’s hands prevented me. I looked into her eyes puzzled. She smiled, nodded upwards at the bedroom window and shook her head before releasing my hands and flipping the bikini top up and over her tiny cone-shaped breasts, allowing them to stand erect in the cool air. “It’s easier to put back if we have to…” she whispered in my ear. I half wondered how many times she had needed to make a quick exit ...