Under My Enemy's Roof - Under Him

Then again, hormones make you do some pretty fucked up things. Who was I to judge? I was turned on by my stepsister.Chapter Twelve - TracianneAt midnight, I stripped down, put on a bathrobe and snuck out of my room. I was completely naked underneath. I didn’t really want to play strip poker. No doubt Phil would get the message, right? I mean, I was about as subtle as a brick at this point.

When I got to the basement, Phil was sitting there in a bathrobe also--- Presumably, buck naked underneath. He had a deck of cards and was shuffling. The finished basement had a carpet, a couch, an old flat screen TV and a bar.

“So,” he greeted. “You ready to play?”

I unhooked the robe and let it fall to the floor. Standing before him, I was completely nude. I ached for his touch on my supple, pert young breasts.

“Yes,” I replied. “Play with me.”

Tossing the cards aside, he stood as he unhooked his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was already erect and ready. Reaching for me, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me in. Our tongues explored each other mouths and our hands explored each other’s bodies.

I soon realized that Phil was a lot taller than me. His shoulders were broad and his chest was pretty hard. His strong arms held me and I became aroused. Blood was coursing through my body and every cell felt more alive than it had ever been.

“Mmmm, Phil,” I whispered. “Do whatever you want to me. Fuck me though. Fuck me good.”

This seemed to urge Phil on and I could hear him satisfyingly grunt as he picked me up and sat me on the bar. He lifted up both my knees and then buried his face into my dripping snatch. I steadied myself on the back bar as he licked my pussy lips. It was glorious!

“You like this word, baby?” he asked between slurps. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Oh, lick me, Phil!” I moaned. “Lick me so good!”

I was erupting like a broken faucet. Looking down, I squirted into Phil’s face. My hot pussy juice covered him and he didn’t stop slurping my womanhood for a moment.

I could feel his rough, manly face on my clit and it set me off again and again. I kept gasping in little orgasms, as if squealing and gasping for air at the same time. Quiet was the goal, however, I didn’t want to scream for fear of our parents hearing us through the vents.

Phil pulled back and then started tonguing my clit while plunging his fingers in and out of me. I came. A gusher of water shot out of me and all over the bar and Phil’s face. I couldn’t believe I had done it or that there was any more liquid left. It just seemed to be an endless font. I bit my lower lip and then moaned.

Unable to stand it anymore, Phil stood up and stuck his cock at my door. It was so hot, so warm--- I came again as he started fucking me. I could barely hold onto the bar, but Phil held me by the ankles as he railed me senseless. The bar squeaked back and forth and I could feel it coming loose from whatever foundation it had been put on when it was built.

“Wait,” I said. “Don’t cum yet. Couch.”

He grunted, realizing we were about to destroy the bar. Hefting me onto his cock, he carried me to the couch while going balls deep inside me. The eyes rolled back into my head and I was just dead weight. But somehow, Phil managed to get me there. Then he pulled out and turned me over.

“Bend over,” he instructed.

I was already doing so. He entered me from behind and I nearly squealed so loud, I had to bury my face in the couch to stifle the noise. Phil now grabbed the back of my hair as he pounded my pussy from behind again and again. I lost all control. My body was spasming with orgasms and it felt like my legs--- My whole body, was turning into the rubber. The feeling was incredible and I never wanted it to end.

Finally, he started grunting and I could tell that he too was trying not to make too much noise. A torrent of cum started ejaculating deep into my pussy. The sensation set me off again and again. I just shook and shuddered with my face in the cushion, squealing for joy. Phil held my wrists behind my back and plunged as deep as he could go, grunting like a strong, in charge man. Like my man.

I needed this. I wanted this. This was everything. All I wanted to do now was devote my life to fucking Phil or rather, letting him ravage me whenever he wanted. I would beg for it, daily. It would sustain me beyond anything else. It was my addiction and his dick was my crack.