With Taylor’s legs wrapped around my hips, I carry her over to the secluded spot by the rocks where I first took her virginity. I get that she doesn’t want to have sex, but there are plenty of things we can do that don’t involve me fucking her.
I set her on a smooth, waist-high boulder, and she bolsters herself back on her hands and slightly spreads her legs. Looking a little unsure, she bites her lips. Before we go through with this, I need to make sure she truly wants to. Just because I want her doesn’t mean I’ll force myself on her. I’m not a monster, despite what my dad thinks.
“You know you can leave at any time. I’ll walk you back to your mom’s house, and we can both forget this even happened.”
She shakes her head no. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be here. It’s just… honestly, I’ve never gotten intimate with any other guy but you. I’m nervous. Lame, right? The last time I had a few too many wine coolers. This time I’ve had none.”
“Then it’ll be even more memorable because you don’t have a wine buzz,” I say.
“But at least wine made me feel braver.”
“This from the girl who’s thrown from the top of a cheerleading pyramid during football games and cheer competitions.” She laughs, and the sweet, intoxicating sound does nothing to soften my rock-hard dick.
“That’s very different. I know what I’m doing up there. I know I’m not going to get hurt.”
“You think I’m going to hurt you?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I take a step towards her and place my hands on her knees. “Even if we wanted something more after tonight, we can’t. We’re practically brother and sister,” I explain. “Can you imagine how that would go down at the dinner table? ‘Hey, Dad meet my new girlfriend—your stepdaughter.”
“Chelsea would freak the fuck out,” Taylor adds. “My mom, I don’t know. But your dad for sure. It would give people in town something to talk about if nothing else.”
“It’s not like they don’t already have plenty to say about me.”
I rest my palms on her thighs just above the knee and ease my fingers beneath the hem of her dress. At that one small movement, her legs shake beneath my touch. Again, just to make sure she wants this, I study her eyes and her face.
It’s not fear I see there. It’s pure lust, pure want, pure need.
Her nostrils flare as she breathes deeply, and I push my hands up her thighs. Hers is the softest, smoothest skin I’ve ever touched.
When I reach the edge of her panties, I slide my fingertips around the silky fabric. She flicks the tip of her tongue over her lips and sighs.
Our eyes don’t break contact, not once.
I run my fingertips deeper beneath her panty line, skimming the soft tufts of hair covering her folds.
“You like that,” I ask in a whisper.
She rolls her lips between her teeth and slowly nods. “Mmmmm.”
With my thumbs now massaging her damp folds, I lean forward. Her mouth opens, and I run my tongue over her parted lips. Tentatively, her tongue flicks out and touches mine. This time I’m the one who moans and takes a breath.
The taste of her is as intoxicating as I remember, and I already can’t wait to taste the rest of her. Keeping one hand in her panties, I move the other one slowly up the front of her body to her shoulders, and when I reach the thin straps holding up her dress, I move one down and then the other.
Still watching her face, I trace my fingertips down the center of her chest and then trace them over the swell of her tits. I love the way her body responds by pushing into my touch, asking for more.
Through her dress, I hold one of her heavy breasts, but do nothing more than keep my hand still. Taylor squirms and presses herself into me.
I take this as her consent for more. I kiss her deeply and push down the front of her dress. Breaking away, I step back so I can admire her creamy tits with their dark brown, puckered nipples.
“I didn’t take you as the kind of girl not to wear a bra,” I say. “I like it.
“The dress has built-in support.” She makes a face as if she’s thinking, did I really just say that?
She wraps her legs around my waist, hauling me back to her, and with my hand still between her legs, I slide my thumb deeper until–fuck–I feel the slick wetness coating her seam.
Her back arches and she presses herself against me, telling me she wants more. If it’s more, she wants, more she’ll get.
The memories of when we first got together all those years ago come rushing back. No girl I’ve been with has ever measured up to Taylor. Everyone else was the appetizer while she’s the main course.
It’s as if I’ve been waiting for her, craving her. I don’t recall my cock ever being this hard or ever throbbing this much. But, I remind myself, this is one night and one night only, but I’ll make it a night she’ll remember for the rest of her life. One I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
Moving away from her slightly, I work her damp panties down her thighs and step away so I can pull them off. Now she’s in front of me splayed wide. She’s like a dirty angel come down from heaven to torture me, and I need to get myself under control before I lose it in my pants like a fifteen-year-old on his first date.
“Let me see you,” she says, her voice husky. She moves her eyes towards my crotch. “Show me if you’re everything I remember.”
Wordlessly, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton, and unzip my fly. I grab my dick, pulling it out. A drop of precum already seeps from the tip.
She gives a small groan that tells me she likes what she sees.
“You said no sex. Remember? But, I have a feeling you want my cock deep inside your pussy.” To demonstrate, I move my fingers to her opening and slide two into her tight heat. Her inner muscles immediately clamp down and my cock twitches at her response.
She focuses her dilated eyes on mine. “Not going to happen. I’ll take you in my mouth. In my hand, but I won’t take you inside me.”
“You sure about that?” I twist my fingers around inside her pussy, corkscrewing them in and out. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
“I won’t,” she says breathlessly. Beneath my movements, her hips undulate, and her fingers scramble against the rock seeking purchase.
She moves her feet to my dick and wraps them around the sides. Jesus. In all my years of having sex, no one has ever jerked me off with their feet before. I almost blow my load there and then.
In response, I slam my fingers into her and am rewarded with an aching moan. It seems the 18-year-old virgin I had two years ago has learned a few tricks. And I can’t say I mind.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, “You like my fingers fucking you?”
She bites her lip and throws her head back.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Slipping my fingers from her, I get down on my knees and kiss my way up her legs, inhaling and tasting the entire way to her pussy.
She spreads herself even wider. I like this version of Taylor. The woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to show me.
I bury my head between her thighs, and the first thing I do is take a deep breath. When I’m at home jerking off to this later, I want to remember her clean, musky scent.
Without warming her up any more, using the flat of my tongue, I lick from her pussy opening right to the top of her clit.
As if she’s been shot full of electricity, she shoots upwards and cries out. Continuing my torture, I lick her clit, tapping it every now and again with the tip of my tongue to break up the sequence.
More pre-come seeps from my cock and I wrap my free hand around it. Grabbing hard, I begin to stroke up and down.
I lift my mouth from her clit and ask, “You know what I’m going to do?”
“Tell me.”
“I’m going to jerk myself off while I eat your pussy, and then I’m going to have you suck and lick my come off my hands and dick.”
As if in a drunken stupor, she nods.
Using my thumb and pointer finger, I open her folds, which gives me better access to her puffy clit.
I latch on, securing my mouth around her taut button.
“Oh, God,” she cries, her back bowing. She lifts her legs and rests her feet on my shoulders.
I now have one hand on my cock and one hand rimming the opening of her pussy while my mouth sucks and slurps, eating all of her. This is the stuff fantasies are made of.
The entire time, I keep my eyes locked on her, trained on her every movement.
Her hands are now on her breasts, and she’s twisting her nipples, pinching them hard. The sight makes me pump my cock harder, faster, rougher.
Too bad she’s going to be my stepsister because I have a feeling if we had the chance, things between us could get crazy.
On a loud moan, she throws her head back. Her thighs tense, her back arches and she pushes her breasts towards the sky. Her pussy muscles clench around my fingers, and I know she’s a few seconds from coming.
Good.
I keep sucking her clit, trapping the small bud between my teeth, and I pump my fingers in and out of her while continuing to pump my cock. A hoarse groan sounds in my throat. Just like a fucking inexperienced teenager I’m about to lose my fucking load.
Taylor presses her crotch against my mouth, searching for her release. The release I’m desperate for her to have. Usually, I make a woman wait, make them scream and beg for it, but I can’t hold back anymore.
In what feels like a flash of white heat, she screams. Her inner muscles push down on my fingers almost expelling them from her body.
Over and over her clit and pussy spasm as she gives me everything. When a second round of shocks rocks her, that’s all I need to go over the edge. With my fingers still inside her and my mouth still on her, I shoot my load over my fingers.
There’s so much, it’s like I’ve never ejaculated before. It keeps coming and coming and coming. Taylor is killing me. She makes me feel like I’ve never felt in my life. After-shocks rock my body, and she wiggles to get away from me.
“No more please,” she begs, “No more. I can’t.”
Reluctantly, I kneel back with my fingers wrapped around my still semi-hard, cum covered cock.
Where the fuck did all this cum come from? It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. More than a few weeks, but I jerk off every day, so I don’t understand where or how it all came from. I pull off my T-shirt and clean myself up. I have clothes in my car, I’ll change when I get there.
“I, um,” Taylor says.
I look up.
She’s fixing her dress, shielding her body from my eyes and then stands. “Oh, God. We shouldn’t have done that. I should go.”
The look on her face is one of stunned embarrassment. As if she can’t believe what just took place between us.
She’s dismissing me. Dismissing what happened between us. She got what she wanted, and now she’s regretting it. I don’t mind her using me to get herself off, but I do mind her acting like it’s something she wants to bleach from her memory.
“Yeah,” I say, “you probably should. I stand and tuck my dick back into my pants.
“Well, um, thanks,” she says, picking up her panties.
I know I should be a gentleman and walk her back to her mom’s house, but right now I’m not feeling all that gentlemanly.
I watch her run along the beach, and I don’t go after her. She’s acting like she hates me, or maybe she hates herself and is taking it out on me.
Well, too bad. As much as she doesn’t want me in her life, every time I look at her face over the Thanksgiving and Christmas table—if I bother showing up—she’ll always be reminded of what happened on the beach. Twice.