My cock was aching painfully, and it throbbed and pulsed, desperate to thrust inside her tight, wet cunt. I knew I could take her – I could shove my hard cock inside her and take her virginity before she even knew what happened. But I couldn’t do that to her. I felt guilty enough taking advantage of her while she was sleeping, even though I’d just given her an incredible orgasm. As desperately as I wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t do it that way. I wouldn’t.
Feeling the sting of guilt and remorse, I tried to put her panties back on her. She stirred several times, and I knew there was no way I could get them back on her without waking her. I couldn’t leave her panties there for her to find, so I slipped them in my pocket and pulled her blankets back over her.
Back in my room, I held her panties to my nose and breathed deeply. Her scent lingered on them, and it tempted me. I remembered the honey sweet taste of her juices on my tongue, and the shuddering gasps she made when she orgasmed, and I came with her panties still covering my face.
The next morning, she greeted me at the breakfast table as though nothing unusual had happened. I don’t know what she thought when she woke up with no panties on, but she didn’t ask me about it. I felt I’d gotten away with it, and I made up my mind to never touch her without permission again.
I was aching to get her alone again, but our parents were home for most of the week. It was Thursday night before they left again – to attend a cocktail party at the home of my dad’s boss.
After they left, I sat down on the couch and picked up the remote. I turned the television on and started switching through the channels, hoping Lacey would join me. Sure enough, she sauntered into the room wearing nothing but her long sweater and panties. She plopped down on the couch beside me and tossed her legs over my lap.
“What’s on?” she asked.
“There’s a dirty movie on Skinemax,” I said slyly.
“Ooo! Sounds good!” she said.
I turned the channel, and we watched as a guy banged his secretary on his desk. Her large breasts bounced as he pounded against her, and she moaned loudly, repeating, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“That’s so fake,” Lacey muttered.
“How do you know?” I asked her.
She blushed.
“Well, I don’t,” she admitted. “But it just seems really fake for her to be saying ‘Yes, Yes’ over and over.”
“I guess so.”
“What? You like that?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, it’s nice when she sounds like she really likes it,” I explained.
“Even if it sounds fake like that?”
“It doesn’t really sound all that fake to me.”
She scoffed.
“I’d never made noises like that,” she said. “It would be really embarrassing.”
“Really?” I teased. “How about we find out?”
“You wish!”
“I do, as a matter of fact,” I told her.
She was quiet, contemplative.
“Jace, I have to confess something,” she said.
“Oh?”
“I was awake when you came into my room.”
My stomach lurched, and I felt my face burning.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I… I enjoyed it.”
“Really? Well… can I do it again?” I asked, hopeful.
“No, I don’t think so. I… I almost let you go too far.”
“I won’t go any further than you let me,” I promised her.
“But I’m afraid I’ll let you go farther than I want you to.”
Her legs still draped across my lap, I put my hand on her thigh and tried to slip it between her legs. She clamped them together tightly.
“Come on, Lace!” I begged.
“No, Jace,” she argued. “I’m scared.”
“Just let me touch you,” I urged her. “That’s all. Just let me finger you.”
“No!” she insisted, pressing her knees together.
I grabbed one leg and yanked – my promise to myself not to do anything without her permission flying out the window. She was persistent, and she squeezed her thighs together with an iron grip. I yanked the hem of her t-shirt up and thrust my hand inside her panties. The grabbed my wrist and tried to push me away, but my fingers managed to find their way inside her slit, and as soon as I touched her slit, she stopped struggling. Her legs loosened slightly.
She was already wet. Apparently, the struggle had excited her. I swiped some of her juices from inside her pussy and slipped my finger over her clit. She shuddered, and I began to rub her button fiercely.
“Jace…” she whispered.
Once again, she made a feeble attempt to pull my hand away from her. She looked distressed, but I surmised she was more distressed over her own lack of willpower than anything I was doing. I kept rubbing her clit vigorously.
“Please…” she begged, but her hips pushed against my hand as though she were begging me to keep going.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered.
“No…”
“Please, Lacey. I need to taste you! You taste so good, so sweet.”
“Ohh…” she whimpered.
I pushed her gently onto her back and grasped the waistband of her panties. I paused for a moment, and when she didn’t object, I tugged them off and discarded them. She willingly spread her legs, and I lowered my head and dove in. She was already on the brink of orgasm, so I skipped the teasing and went straight for the kill. My tongue flicked rapidly over her clit, and I growled like a dog as I lapped at her greedily.
She began to pant, her breath escaping in small, shuddering squeaks. “Oh, oh, oh!” she panted, her fingers lacing through my hair and pushing my face against her. “I’m going to cum!”
My tongue slipped up and down over her clit as her body began to tremble. My scalp burned as she grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled, but I barely noticed. I was crazy with lust. As her body stopped shuddering, I freed my hard cock from my pants and mounted her. Instantly, her knees clamped together.
“Come on, Lacey,” I groaned. “Please!”
“No! I can’t!”
“God, Lacey, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. If I don’t fuck you, I’m going to die!”
“No you won’t,” she said.
“You don’t know how much this hurts,” I pleaded. “Lacey, it hurts so much!”
I wanted her so badly, I felt tears stinging my eyes. My cock was aching so much I felt like it might explode. It throbbed angrily. I was afraid of what I might do if she continued to resist.
“Please, Lacey. Don’t do this to me!” I begged, trying desperately to pull her legs apart.
I thrust the weight of my entire body against her knees, trying to pry them apart. My cock prodded helplessly against her butt, but it could not penetrate her while her knees were pressed so firmly together.
“Get off me!” she grunted, pushing against me.
“Lacey, I’m fucking begging you!” I growled. “Please! My dick hurts so much! It’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I’m fucking begging!”
She looked up at me, and her face softened. I could tell she hated to see me in so much pain, just like I hated to see her hurting. Her hand reached up and stroked my cheek, and then she nodded. Her knees relaxed slightly, and with firm pressure, I managed to pry them apart. I wasted no time, trying to get into her before she could change her mind again.
My dick pushed firmly against her. I used my fingers to pry her labia apart, and I guided the head until it rested just at the opening. I pushed gently at first, but her hymen wouldn’t budge. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I felt if I didn’t enter her shortly, my dick would burst into flames.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered just before I thrust inside her with all the force I could muster.
I literally felt her hymen rip as my cock tore through it, and she shrieked in pain and clawed my back.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she cried. “It hurts!”
“I know, b
aby. I’m sorry,” I said.
I tore at her t-shirt and yanked it off, staring down at her perfect breasts. I touched them as I thrust deep into her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her face was red and contorted with pain. I wanted to be gentle with her, but my cock wouldn’t let me.
I slipped my hands underneath her back and put my hands on her shoulders, gripping her tightly to aid my thrusting. I pushed my dick deeper and deeper into her pussy, and it gripped my dick so tightly it was almost like a vacuum cleaner sucking me in. Over and over, I slammed my cock into her, pounding her relentlessly. I knew she would hate me. Once it was all over, she would despise me for the pain I caused her. I knew it. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t think of anything else but the intense pleasure of fucking my stepsister – of ripping her hymen to shreds and pounding her virgin pussy mercilessly.
“Oh… my… fucking… God…” I grunted as I continued to thrust inside her. “Your… fucking… pussy… is… so… hot…”
“Fuck me harder!” she gasped suddenly.
Shocked that she actually seemed to be enjoying it, I complied. My hands tangled into her hair, and I used it like reins, pulling it hard as I used it as an opposing force to allow me to penetrate her more deeply. I lowered my mouth to hers, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth at once, kissing me passionately.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck my pussy!”
“I’m fucking your pussy!” I grunted back. “I’m tearing your virgin pussy apart! How do you like that?”
“I love it!” she shouted. “I want you to cum inside me! Please cum for me!”
“How much do you love it?” I groaned, my balls slapping against her ass as I banged her over and over.
“I never want it to stop! Cum inside me, Jason! I want to feel you cum!”
“Ohhh, yeah,” I groaned. “I’m gonna cum!”
I could feel the pleasure mounting as I slid in and out of her. Her pussy was wet and slippery, but it still gripped my cock tightly. I wanted her to cum with me, so I reached my hand down and used my thumb to finger her clit.
“Cum with me,” I begged her. “Let’s cum together!”
“Ohhhhhh…” she moaned softly. “I’m going to… I’m going to!”
I rubbed her clit furiously with my thumb as I felt my dick begin to pulse. I felt the throbbing ache of the orgasm building, and I needed to release it. I groaned loudly as it burst forth, filling her pussy with cum. I could feel her pussy contracting repeatedly as she climaxed, massaging my cock and sucking every last drop of cum out of my shaft. I collapsed on top of her, struggling to breathe.
“Did I… cut you off?” I panted.
“No!” she gasped. “It was… amazing!”
We held each other for several moments, still trying to catch our breath. I lifted my head and looked into her incredible blue eyes and my thumb brushed gently against her full lower lip. I was overcome with bliss.
“Lacey?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“Oh, Jace! I love you, too!” she cried, squeezing me.
“Marry me,” I said suddenly.
“What?”
“Marry me,” I repeated.
“Are you… serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious,” I said. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and I met her lips with a kiss that sent a jolt through my entire body. Lacey was mine, and I would never let her go.
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