My stepsister Anfisa
"A few days ago at the store, I bought myself 10 cups of ice cream, 6 of which were successfully eaten, so 4 remain, I hope," I thought, and decided to go downstairs to get a few.
The freezer was downstairs and opened with a separate door. There were several pull-out freezer drawers, but none of them contained the coveted ice cream; everything had disappeared. Then I closed the door, thought for a moment, and asked directly:
"Anfisa, did you eat all the ice cream?"
Of course it was noisy, but I still asked loudly enough. I'm sure she deliberately ignored my question, pretending I wasn't even there. Then I asked her a second time, noticeably louder, but there was no answer. It was impossible not to hear that question the second time; she ignored me again. I stopped thinking about the ice cream; my mind was once again clouded with thoughts of her, my eyes were already devouring her ass, and the stiffness returned. I stared dumbly for about 10 seconds, devouring her ass and beautiful, feminine thighs with my eyes.
I don't know what I was thinking then; the voice of consciousness clearly wasn't speaking in my head. I was controlled by hormones and desires. I approached her almost right up close and with my right hand began timidly stroking her smooth, tender thigh. For a few seconds, she was bewildered and stunned, but when she realized and wanted to say something, I covered her mouth with my free left hand, causing only muffled moans to be heard. When she finally fully realized what was happening, she began to struggle, kick, and moan even louder. I pressed her with my body, covering her mouth more tightly, and moved my hand from her thigh to her shorts. My hand began to brazenly and shamelessly grope her buttocks. I squeezed her ass, ran my hand between the cheeks along the crevice, and returned to her thigh again. Her ass turned out to be firm, very pleasant to the touch, and perfectly shaped. She started trying to pull my hand away from her mouth, but she couldn't; I only squeezed it tighter and pressed her body firmly against the countertop.
My efforts did not go unnoticed: she realized I was brazenly and shamelessly groping her where I shouldn't and began to push my hands away to prevent me from fondling her behind. That's exactly what I wanted. With the hand that had been groping her ass, I wrapped my arm around her chest, pinning her arms, and sharply turned her 180 degrees. After that, with quick movements, I dragged her towards the back of the sofa. Reaching the very back, I began to press with my entire body mass and hands, forcing her down onto the headrest.
Choking on tears and making muffled sounds, she tried to break free from the weight looming over her, but her situation was becoming increasingly hopeless. We both sweated heavily; our clothes were soaked through with sweat, as if we had returned from outside where it was pouring rain. It became much hotter and stuffier; the smell of sweat already hung in the air.
Finally, I pushed her all the way down. Now she was completely bent over; her torso was lying on the sofa itself, but her legs were still standing, pressed up to the back of it right up to her pubic area. With my chest, I could feel the heat of her body, her rapid breathing, and her heartbeat, which was almost bursting out of her chest. With my throbbing member through my shorts, I felt her ass and resumed the previously interrupted exploration. It became much harder for her to hinder me; I happily continued to knead, touch, and feel her excellent buttocks, occasionally moving my hand to her thigh, her waist, and back.
Deciding to finish the job, with my right hand I proceeded to take off her shorts. She quickly guessed and began to hinder me, pulling them back in the opposite direction. For several minutes I tried to take them off, and I succeeded—she loosened her grip, and with a sharp movement I pulled them down to her knees, after which the clothing simply fell to her feet.
Only her panties remained. I reached for them and tried to pull them down. Naturally, she didn't let me do it as easily as with the shorts and continued to try to break free with all her might. This could have gone on longer, but I still managed to pull them off. Finally, having gotten rid of my stepsister's extra clothing items, I began to take off my own shorts. After removing them, I began to press my member against her ass and hands; with my hand, I caught her hands and pulled them behind her back, and with the head of my penis, I began to descend along Anfisa's crevice between her beautiful buttocks. Now I had found the entrance to the most desired place with my member and began to push, but she moved her buttocks to the side, and I couldn't enter her. She moved away every time I positioned myself against her. After trying a bit more, it seemed pointless, and I thought to clamp her legs with my own and fix her in that position. It worked. I practically completely immobilized her. Why hadn't I thought of that earlier?
With the head now wet from secretions, I began trying again to push through and enter her. I felt myself sliding along her labia and approaching the entrance directly. I paused and tried to enter her, but again I couldn't—dryness, maiden tightness, and resistance on her part prevented me from entering. She clenched with all her might every time I touched, even though it was wet enough from secretions. I came up with another excellent plan. I began sliding between her beautiful, firm buttocks, and when I got bored with that, I moved lower and slipped between her slender thighs, starting to slide between them, the upper part of my member pressing against her pubic area. And when I realized I was about to cum, I aimed higher and came abundantly on the right cheek of her ass.
With the head of my penis, I began to collect the semen from her ass and generously smear it on the petals of her labia with slow circular motions. After finishing, I gathered a new portion, brought it back, and began to smear it deeper inside her. With the last such scoop, I gathered the remnants and began to push inside. Finally, her entrance gave way and began to let me in. Following the head, the rest of the member slowly began to disappear; I began to sink very slowly into her depths, as if entering paradise, and to feel the warm, moist walls of her vagina with the head of my penis. With her last strength, she tried to free herself, shuddering all over: she pushed me back like a horse being broken in, moved her hips in different directions, trying to at least slightly hinder my penetration into her, but her position was too helpless and hopeless. I remembered her juicy young breasts, which were idle, and moved my right hand back to them, continuing to brazenly grope her while slowly sinking deeper and deeper, enjoying the warmth and tightness inside.
With the edge of the head, I felt her maidenhead and began to slowly press, simultaneously eliciting increasingly loud, muffled moans. Finally, I stretched it and continued to sink further. It was incredibly warm and pleasant; with the head of my penis, I felt her maidenly narrow walls, which I was parting along the way. Reaching the very end, I stopped to enjoy this heavenly moment and began to pull out completely. After coming out completely, I began to enter inside again, but now noticeably easier. With each stroke, I moved faster and faster. I fucked her for a long time, as it takes more effort to cum a second time. She just had to resign herself and cry quietly. It was wonderful: I moved inside her, our bodies shuddering from the movements. Pleasant sounds of my abs slapping against her ass, along with her moans and the squelching sounds from the secretions, filled the entire room, and the thick smell of sweat and semen filled the entire atmosphere. Unbearably hot. I'm about to cum. I began to accelerate inside her faster and faster. The moment. And to the very hilt, I abundantly fill her with semen. I fondled her breasts a little more, then pulled out my wet member, wiped it on her left clean buttock, and put on my shorts.
I woke up in the middle of the night from thirst and realized I wasn't lying alone. How surprised I was when I saw Anfisa peacefully sleeping next to me on the edge of the bed.