My s****r's Favorite Dress - Sex Stories

My s****r's Favorite Dress

... heavy breathing. My erection was intense, my paralysis stronger, and Stassi, pressed against me in the satin dress of my fantasy, began kissing my cheek slowly, timid, but with increasing passion. “What are you doing?” I said, not resisting. Stassi unzipped my pants and reached into my boxers, she withdrew my penis and stroked it. I moaned while she pumped my penis and kissed my neck, her left arm curled around my head and turned it, we stared at one another. Stassi reached in and kissed my lips, her tongue probing my mouth, my left hand in reflex pulling Stassi close. We embraced and kissed passionately, her right hand stroking my penis the while and I finally, after years of fantasy, caressed and squeezed my s****r’s breasts. Her nipples were firm under the thin satin of the dress, and Stassi moaned as I touched them. Suddenly she stopped, and pushed me away. I sat quizzical watching my s****r as she pulled her hair up with her right hand, and with her left reached for the bow, pulling the string and letting the satin bodice of her dress fall, revealing two perfect C cups. That was almost too much to bear, but I managed to collect myself enough to dive face first into Stassi’s breasts, cresting at the peaks, sucking on the areola and nipple, flicking with my tongue in complete ecstasy. Stassi ran her hands through my hair and I rubbed my hands up and down her body, feeling the satin of the dress, listening to her moan. My s****r’s hand drifted to her crotch, and with the ...

... satin of the dress pressed against her pussy, masturbated while I lay on top of her. I noticed what she was doing and said, “You have a thing for satin too, Stassi?” Stassi nodded in pleasure as she sighed, her hand deep between her legs. I straddled Stassi as she lay on the couch, reached underneath her dress, and pulled off her panties. My s****r’s eyes were closed as her fingers moved vigorously, pushing the satin of her dress deeper into her vagina. I carefully pulled Stassi’s hands from her vagina, she breathed deep and her chest heaved, her breasts beautiful against the satin. Pulling my pants and boxers off, I mounted Stassi. “Are you going to fuck me? Do you want to cum on my dress?” said Stassi and grabbed my penis, pulling it to her dress. I let out an aroused cry involuntarily, and tore her hand from my penis. I parted Stassi’s legs, the satin of the dress collected in her crotch, the silhouette of her vagina outlined in the silk. Then, I pulled the dress high enough up to grant my penis entry, the satin fell back down around. Stassi watched intently as I brushed my rock-hard penis against the outside of her pussy, my penis sheathed in a floral satin. My s****r’s head rolled back as I plunged my penis deep within her vagina, I grabbed her hips and felt the satin between my fingers, my s****r crying with pleasure as I thrust. Before climax I pulled-out and pointed my penis at her dress, I gave it a few good pumps and erupted, ejaculating all over her satin dress and ...