Baby Sitting

I was an industrious and dedicated student and spent most nights of my last year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding microwave dinners and chocolate to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. 

It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me – I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my provisional license. 

It was late February when Mr. Jameson called the first time. I gave my phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.

“Hello?”

“My name is Jeff Jameson. I’m looking for Rachel,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.

“You’ve reached her,” I said. 

“Oh, hi Rachel. I’m a friend of the Richards, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”

I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”

“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything…”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”

“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Ryan, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." 

"Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.

Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Jameson’s, but decided against it – three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favourite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it – not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.

I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties – not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.

I didn’t know about Mr. Jameson, though. The Richards were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Jameson might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my perky breasts, small but fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.

My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighbourhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.

The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. 

“Mr. Jameson?” I asked.

“Yeah, you must be Rachel?”

I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Jameson led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.

“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Jameson said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling. 

“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. 

My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Jameson turned and lifted the boy. 

“This is Ryan,” he said. Ryan looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.

“Hi Ryan,” I said. “I’m Rachel. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”

“Say hi, Ryan,” Mr. Jameson said, nudging the little boy.

“Hi,” Ryan said quietly. 

Mr. Jameson put him down and Ryan ran back into the other room. 

“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Ryan?”

“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Ryan looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. 

“Do you want to play?” he asked softly.

By the time Mr. Jameson poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Ryan and I were playing cars. Ryan hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.

He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Ryan told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Ryan knew about it – especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. 

It was probably a bad decision on my part – the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Jameson had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.

After Ryan was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Jameson had on the coffee table, checking on Ryan every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.

I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Jameson entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.

I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realise I had fallen asleep.”

He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Ryan wear you out?”

I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Jameson said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”

I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about… about his mom… and I just…”

Mr. Jameson smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. “I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Jameson. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since… well… she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”

I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”

He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”

I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”

“Well, thanks. It really helped.”

I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”

“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.

I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialling my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.

“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”

I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”

“That explains why you didn’t answer your phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Rachel, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”

“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.

“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”

I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Jameson was still sitting on the couch.

“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”

“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialled. 

The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. 

“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”

I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Jameson. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.

He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Ryan.”

I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”

I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Jameson’s.

“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Jameson make breakfast tomorrow.”

I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Jameson. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”

I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Ryan’s. Mr. Jameson came out as I was walking towards it. 

“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”

“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”

He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things… I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”

I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Jameson quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. 

We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Jameson referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. 

He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.

I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”

He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.

I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by colour. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it. 

There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Jameson had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Jameson, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.

“Mommy?" 

I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Ryan’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.

"No, Rachel. Remember me, Ryan?” I asked softly. 

His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Jameson came out of the ensuite.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked. 

“Want Mommy!” Ryan shouted, then began to wail.

Mr. Jameson glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”

I watched as Mr. Jameson picked Ryan up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.

I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Jameson’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my breasts with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be – they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. 

I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.

“Rachel?” I heard Mr. Jameson call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Jameson standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”

I blushed. “Ermm… sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realise… well, it’s just that… I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”

He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”

I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Jameson wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.

When I stepped into the room, Mr. Jameson’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.

Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Jameson, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Jameson stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.

“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No… it’s fine…” I couldn’t help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. “Your toothbrush?” he offered, still not looking at me.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly.

“Thanks,” I said softly. “Is Ryan okay?”

He nodded. “Just misses his mom sometimes,” he said, still staring at the floor. “He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time.”

I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Jameson’s gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits.

“You can touch if you want,” I whispered. 

I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling.

He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Jameson. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders.

“This is wrong…” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants.

I grinned at him again. “It’s okay if I want to, too,” I whispered.

“You’re the babysitter. You… I just met you…”

“We both want it…”

“You’re so young…” he continued, nearly pulling back. 

I laughed. “You seem to be enjoying it so far,” I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him.

He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my breasts. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip.

“I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door,” he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my breasts. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. “I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home.”

I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my breast and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me.

Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. 

He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. 

“Fuck,” he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body.

His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my breast, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. 

My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other breast and pinching that nipple, too. 

I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. 

As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. 

I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My breasts bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Jameson inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my breasts.

“Everything okay?” I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My breasts seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Jameson seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything.

“Your tits are fucking amazing,” he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my breasts. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other breast with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. 

My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my breast, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts.

It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn’t enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock.

He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them.

I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my breasts and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum way too fast,” he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. “I’m not joking. I haven’t gotten anything near this since Ryan was born.”

I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. “My wife…” he started to say.

I kissed him quickly and giggled again. “You don’t need to explain,” I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again.

“So good…” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. 

After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my breasts and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off.

He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn’t say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. “My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips.” He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. “You have such a hot body.” He reached up and cupped one of my breasts as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. “Big, firm tits.” He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. “Nice, round ass.” He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. “Sweet, tight pussy.” He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me.

He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn’t keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me.

“M-mr. Jameson…” I panted a few moments later. “I’m gonna… oh God gonna c-cum…”

He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn’t sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. 

When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Jameson still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“My wife hated that,” he said. 

“What was wrong with her?” I gasped.

He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips.

“You’re so fucking young,” he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my breasts. “This is so wrong.”

I laughed. “I don’t see you complaining.”

“I’m not,” he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. “Just can’t believe how hot this is.”

“Can’t believe you’re fucking a young little high school babysitter?” I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. 

He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed.

“I’d ask you to suck it,” he said, “but I want to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn’t had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I’d been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Jameson’s. 

I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Jameson reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My breasts started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something - I didn’t know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole.

“Mr. Jameson?” I asked nervously.

He pressed a soft kiss on my back. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered. “Please, Rachel. I love doing this and my wife never let me.” He kissed me again, reassuringly. “It might hurt a little, I’m not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit.”

I hesitated at first. “Okay,” I finally said. 

He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn’t bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. 

He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn’t hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned.

He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. 

“Fuck, Rachel,” he groaned, “this is… fucking amazing… you don’t know how fucking good this is…” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass.

He kept talking, though I couldn’t really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like “so good” and “so tight” and “fuckfuckfuck.” But I did understand when he cried out “Fuck, Rachel, I’m gonna cum!”

His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. 

I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything.

“I haven’t cum like that in years,” he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me.

“So it was good?” I asked, giggling.

He laughed. “Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking… wonderful.” He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. “Just what I needed.” I sighed contently. “I can’t thank you enough for this, Rachel. For everything.”

“I enjoyed it too, Mr. Jameson,” I replied.

He laughed again. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Jameson,” he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together.

The Family Way

I was naked and resting in the morning sunlight. The sun was starting to pump its warmth into the world and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while my entire body felt buzzing and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful… wanted… claimed… And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn’t help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm ass. I felt so insanely fuckable.

Speaking of which… as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I’d experienced before as I knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k’s. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.

In the moment following my introspective question of “did the last 24 hours really happen?” I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not just semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman’s countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest night’s worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. “This is what happens when a woman sleeps with a man.” I thought to myself, smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it tight wishing it was Jeff, my new boyfriend, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escaped from my now drooling sex. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I’ve ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my boyfriend’s attraction to me… To my young, ripe body.

’“Fuck” I thought. “No protection! Oh fuck”.

The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn’t have the time to actually think. “Was he married? Does he even remember me? Why would he be with me? He’s got everything. I’m nothing more than a one night stand.”, I reminded myself, “You just met him and he’s at least ten years older than me! I might be carrying his baby!! I’m insane!!!” I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be him. I first met Jeff years ago, mature and kind, hot but well out of my reach. He was affluent and independent. He was successful and well educated. His family always lived next door and as I grew up I always remember his kindness. 

But I also remembered his strict parents and his bad boy little brother. I remembered gazing at his younger brother in my teens with naughty thoughts in my head. He was my first real crush… maybe even my first boyfriend. Joseph was closer to my own age but just as I had matured… life tore us apart. Now he didn’t even see me at all.

“Fuck! I’ve just slept with Jeff!” The thoughts continued to echo through my mind as the memories of our intercourse made a satisfied smile appear upon my lips. He was good… we were great together… maybe it was a one night stand… maybe we could just have a fling – that would be fun, right? That boy though… sorry, man!… one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I’d want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I’d fallen for him. It would be awkward but that didn’t mean it was inappropriate. I put my fingers to the oozing mess between my gaping labia. “Fuck!” I never wanted kids. Now Jeff comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.

Maybe it’s instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully take her chosen mate to breed with? 

Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time… and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn’t think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman he first met as a baby.

And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps his mother knew. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, my dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says “I swallowed your son’s cum on the drive over here.” And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tried and failed to get the image of us breeding out of her mind’s eye. It all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, oldest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive young body.

Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest “oh shit!” moment in life to date. “That’s so fucked up, Rachel, oh my fucking God!” I screamed in my head as I rose from the bed, realisation drawing. “This is not my bed! This is not even my house!”. I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t realised I was next door… in the childhood bed of my lover who had long since left his childhood home. I was alone in his old bed and the room still carried the faint aroma of our sex.

I needed to get up, find my clothes and somehow get home without being seen. I climbed out of his cramped double bed but having spent the last six or more hours on my back, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jeff did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping my lovers seed. “Fuck.” I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the adjoining bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturated and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jeff.

The text read: “You’re incredible” along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.

I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in his bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself groaning into my reflection trying to kid myself into thinking Jeff was between my thighs. “No! Someone might hear you!” I scolded my horny alter ego and chose to turn on the shower. After a few minutes of washing the sticky ejaculate from my flesh I emerged from the hot cubicle and grabbed one of his towels to dry off. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, checking my face in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

“Ok Rachel, you now at the very least look presentable… but naked.” I said leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day and I had just made it incredibly awkward.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I blushed. Jeff was standing at the bathroom door, staring intently at my burning face.

“I - I want to be here, Jeff. With you…”

“Then stay.” He said, his eyes smouldering. “Last night was unexpected-”

“That’s the problem isn’t it? I’m too young. I’m not what you want-”

“You are exactly what I want, Rachel!” He interrupted, “It’s like I was always meant to be with you.”

“My parents wouldn’t be happy. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.” I said as if trying to convince myself that what other people think would be enough to make him turn and walk away.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” he said. “I can tell." 

"Your brother…” I sighed, “When I was younger… we nearly…”

“You didn’t, and what if you did? I want you, Rachel. Stop fighting this. Stop looking for excuses.” He moved in close so I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could smell his aftershave, and sweat, and damn – I suddenly wanted to lick his bare chest. I wanted him to –

“I bet that if I touched you now you’d be wet,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“That’s one thing you’ll never find out,” I whispered.

Without a word he picked me up, hands around my waist, and sat me down on the sink and gently, firmly, opened my legs. He started to stroke my thighs with his thumbs. I’m so in shock I forgot where I was once more.

“Mmm, lovely,” he breathed, his thumbs roaming higher. They reached my vulva, and began to stroke my sensitive lips.

“Stop it,” I murmured. Yeah, I really sounded like I meant it.

He didn’t hear me, as his thumbs slid between my labia and pressed into my cunt.

“Told you,” he said horsley. “I could slip in there right now – you’re lovely and wet, Rachel. I bet you taste nice too.”

He stopped stroking me and licked one of his thumbs. He then knelt down in front of me and forced my thighs wider.

“No, please don’t.” I’m beginning to panic through my haze of longing and struggle against his grip. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my pouting lips labia. His tongue slowly snaked up and down my lips, dipping in and out, flicking over my clit. I felt his mouth kiss me, then – jeez, he was sucking me. No-one had ever done that to me before, and it hurt, and it ached, and I tried to stop myself begging him to just fuck me. He was sliding his fingers into my cunt, two, three, I don’t know, and I could feel the goose bumps on my thighs starting to prickle.

“Oh Jeff!” My nipples were tingling along with my clit, and I needed him to do something, anything. I wanted him to bite my nipples, to suck them so that the blood rushed and burned, I wanted to feel his cock filling me, hurting me.

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

He kissed me firmly, then opened my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself, tangy and musky, and my clit throbbed again. I sucked on his tongue and lips and felt him groan.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. His hard-on rubbed my pussy through his jeans and I nearly exploded with lust.

“Please,” I begged.

One hand squeezed my breast, catching my nipple between thumb and finger, sending fire through my body. With the other he unzipped his jeans, and hitched them down. I couldn’t see anything, but oh boy, I could feel it. He rubbed his prick up and down, following the path his tongue had taken, massaging my clit with its head.

He kissed me again, then slid his cock oh so slowly into my needy cunt.

His was not the longest cock in the world but it was thick, and the way he teased me, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in hard, I knew I was going to cum very soon.

“How does that feel, Rachel?” His lips were on my neck as he pinched my nipples harder.

My pussy was starting to twitch and jump. As he bit my neck I couldn’t keep it in and cried out as I climaxed, my vagina squeezing his gorgeous cock.

I held on tightly as my orgasm burned through my body.

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

“Thought I just did,” he smiled. He was still inside me, still hard. He kissed me – god, I was starting to love his kisses – then fucked me until he shuddered and groaned into my shoulder.

We clung together for a moment, then he leaned back and grinned.

“And I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.

“I was just a girl.” I grinned back. “Now I am a woman.” I stroked his face. He kissed my palm, then gently sucked my fingers.

“I can be anything you like, anything for you,” he said happily.

“Jeff… do you love me?” I crooned as I held onto him tightly, his sperm once again inseminating my young body. I awaited his response until we were both startled by a shrill female voice.

“Jeff, are you done in the shower?” His mum called from beyond the bedroom door. We both froze in position. His member softening inside me.

“Er, yes mum,” he replied, “Rachel and I will be down in a minute.”

“Oh, Rachel’s here? That’s nice. I’ll make you both some breakfast.”

“I need to get dressed!” I hissed as his cock slipped out of its new home.

“I guess it’s serious, Rachel, I’m introducing you to my parents.” He laughed.

“They already know me. They are going to think I’m even more of a slut.”

“They will love you… because I already do.”

“Really?" 

"Really.”

“Maybe we should meet up tonight,” I said, “then maybe I can repay some of the attention you’ve paid me.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled and handed me my clothes. He zipped up his jeans, and I slipped off the table and dressed myself quickly. Fixing my top and smoothing down my skirt. When we were sure we looked decent, we headed downstairs to face his parents.

——–

“It is lovely to see you Mr and Mrs Richards” I said, “it has been ages.”

“We didn’t realise you had spent the night.” Mrs Richards replied disapprovingly. Her gaze fell on me then her oldest son who just brushed her off.

“Yes it has been far too long since we last saw you.” Then he paused as he looked directly into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. “Far too long indeed.”

I smiled in return and quickly flicked my eyes over him. He was definitely my type, older and self sufficient, handsome and looked as though he was visiting a gym. His well-defined arm muscles were obvious as he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which hugged his torso well enough to hint at the work he was obviously putting in. He was not muscle bound, but nicely toned.

I watched his eyes as they darted across my chest, he was obviously inspecting me in the same way that I had done with him a second before. What a shame his view would not be a patch on mine. I was brought round from my musings as Jeff’s parents looked at each other. They went about their breakfast routine and someone asked if I wanted another drink and I declined. 

I felt so uncomfortable. Growing up next door to the Richards wasn’t easy. Our families couldn’t be more unalike. My parents had girls, they had older boys, we all took jobs and struggled through college, they were intellectual and in well paid jobs. I still lived with my parents but Jeff had moved away years ago… I hadn’t seen him for the best part of a decade… before last night. To make matters worse, when I was a teen… I had my first kiss with Joseph, Jeff’s brother. I was innocent and he was hot, my preteen years were spent dreaming of him and I must have pestered him incessantly before he agreed to kiss me. He dragged me to his bedroom and that kiss was wet and sloppy but made me feel desirable when he could have any one of the girls who seemed to flock to him. It ended in disaster as just as things were getting interesting, Mr and Mrs Richards burst into his room and I was dragged from the house, labeled as a slut and worse as I was thrown through my own front door. I was devastated and I never really spent any more time with Joseph. My mum understood and helped me recover from my first broken heart. Things were always frosty between our families. Mr and Mrs Richards looked down on us… and now I was in their kitchen, sharing breakfast with them carrying their oldest son’s seed in my womb. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before Jeff spoke again. “Rachel was locked out of her house last night so I gave her my old bed. I slept on the sofa. By the way you look great Rachel, I love the way you have done your hair and that dress is perfect for you.” 

“Jeff, you’re such a gentleman,” Mrs Richards smiled adoringly at her son.

“Yes, I must admit I was surprised to find you snoring on the sofa this morning when I came downstairs.” Mr Richards said, frowning. Ah! That makes sense! That’s why I woke up alone. He sneaked downstairs anticipating this meeting. Clever boy - I mean man! “I hope you slept well, Rachel,” he continued, “I understand the boys threw a bit of a party last night. I’m sorry they got you involved.”

His words were said without feeling, as if he were reading from a script. I understood, he was trying to be polite but there was still bad blood between our families.

“Thanks Mr Richards, I appreciate that a lot. Yes, I think your boys had fun last night.” I saw Mrs Richards eyes widen and she smiled as Jeff chuckled under his breath. Mr Richards scowled.

“You look radiant, Rachel,” Jeff made the compliment but glanced at his mother seeing if she could read into his words, “Everyone thinks you are lovely, we always have. Coffee?”

I blushed and was grateful for his presence “Yes please. You look as though you have been taking good care of yourself too Jeff. You have certainly grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

Jeff made no reply for a moment, but I could see he was looking directly at my cleavage which my dress was highlighting with its black lace vee neckline. His eyes wandered down my body and settled on my thigh which was slightly exposed as the skirt had ridden up when I sat down. The top band of my stocking was just visible. I adjusted my hem to pull it down and maintain my dignity.

Realising I had spotted where he was looking; he hurriedly looked up and said simply “Yeah, errr… Thanks.” His mother was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. This time his father was the one who was smiling.

We sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on our respective drinks before Jeff spoke again. “Let me walk you home.”

Without thinking I stood up rather awkwardly, eager to escape his family’s scrutiny and Jeff caught my arm as I struggled to extricate myself from the seat whilst maintaining my dignity. Once I was safely up, he moved his hand to my back and encouraged me to walk towards the back door and into the garden. The sounds of a suburb Saturday morning filled the air as we slowly placed one foot in front of the other walking side by side in silence. Jeff was the first to break the silence.

“I am glad we got that out of the way. Mum and Dad are going to see a lot more of you. They need to get used to that.” He held my hand and looked into my eyes, “I meant what I said just now, it doesn’t matter what they think. I have always thought you are very lovely. You are beautiful and intelligent and fun to be with, I’ve been away too long and I have missed you growing up… into this.” He stood before me, palms open, his eyes following the curves of my body.

I didn’t know what to say and was turned away from him as I felt my face burn, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to an excess of hormones coursing through my veins. I would have jumped on him then and there if I could. When I eventually found some words I struggled to get them out and stammered the first two. “Ahhh emmml, err, I mean, I am flattered Jeff. Thanks, but… you should be saying that to some of the beautiful women your own age. I am sure you must have a girlfriend… a wife?”

“I’m not married,” he laughed, “but I have been in a serious relationship over the last few years. It ended.” He looked distant. “Can you believe that I came back home to get away from women?” The words sounded sincere, but I thought I had put the right amount of force into them, but not enough to cause offence. He decided to change the subject. “How are your parents, Rachel?”

As he finished speaking, I swung around and stood directly in front of him. “They are well thanks, mum had a scare a few months ago when she found a lump, but she got the all clear last week. But you are changing the subject, which is you. Us.”

“I want you, Rachel.” He said and his words spoke to something directly in my soul. I wanted to melt into his arms, kiss him and be with him forever. But I needed to be sensible about this. This was all too much too soon.

“Jeff, you can’t say things like that, you have been away making a success of life, you are literally old enough to be my father! I am just me, trying to make ends meet. We come from very different… worlds.”

He started to object, but I cut him off in mid-sentence, insisting he walk me to my front door. To my great relief, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding and leading me back the way we came then into the street.

“I would say the same thing every day, Rachel,” he said as we carefully made our way over the grass. “I know I can’t let you slip through my fingers, I’m not crazy, I know what I am saying.”

It was time to pull out the big guns. “Jeff, it is lovely that you think that way, but I am a young woman looking for a purpose in life and the ex-girlfriend of your brother! Your parents hate me and always have. You can do so much better than me.”

“I don’t suppose you realise this, but I wanted you back then. I was jealous that you only seemed to have eyes for my brother. I think last night was more than just a one night stand. It was a taste of what could be… every day of my life. Everything felt so right with you. Give me a chance?”

I was once again struck dumb as I struggled to make sense of what he was saying and, if I was honest, my very real ego boost from his words, even if I did suspect lust for a younger woman was doing most of the talking. I decided to continue on a firm track.

“Look,” I said with not nearly as much conviction as I felt might be appropriate, “you are treading very thin ice approaching a girl who is almost half your age like this, I think maybe we should drop the whole subject now.’

Jeff simply nodded and we increased pace slightly as we entered the pool of light from my front porch. We parted without words as I entered the house. I made my way to the drinks cabinet as I realised I was now shaking with the shock and, yes, to be honest, the excitement of what had just happened. Did I lead him on? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

I felt the sticky mess in my panties and knew that it could already be too late. I drank an entire glass of wine in short order before grabbing another and began to plan my weekend. This certainly had not been part of my plans.

Sometime later in the day, after cleaning the house and completing my chores, I once again made my way outside and walked into the garden to try and stop the whirling maelstrom of emotions rampaging in my head. I stopped at the garden seat. I didn’t sit down, but continued walking slowly as I thought. Eventually I was as far as I could go and sat down on a tree stump that had been cut down and shaped into a sort of high backed throne.

I was still wrapped in my own thoughts as I spotted a shape moving and approaching. I sat dead still Jeff’s voice cut through the cool evening air.

“I saw you sneaking out and decided to follow, look, I am sorry if I upset you earlier, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“There is no need to apologise Jeff, I am sure you didn’t want to cause any offence, but you need to remember what I said.” I was certain that my words sounded decisive, even if I wasn’t. The truth was that I was very flattered by his attention and it had been a long time since anyone had said anything like it to me. I hoped it didn’t show.

Jeff stood in front of me, breathing deeply I noticed as I observed his chest rising and falling. He really was very handsome and I couldn’t help my mind wandering off and imagining him naked once more. I remained in this mode of thought for quite some moments as we faced each other in the growing darkness, features just visible in the tiny glimmer of light emanating from the setting sun. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of my daydreaming. I started to rise.

Whoever had cut the tree into a chair had taken the seat a bit low. This was a fact that I realised as I tried to rise from my sitting position. Realising my difficulty, Jeff offered both hands to assist which I gladly accepted. As I rose, propelled by those strong arms, I realised that he was standing very close to me. As I straightened my legs, those same strong arms pulled me into an embrace and held firm against his body. I could feel him, lithe, muscular and toned, solid in comparison to my softer body so that I moulded to him as he pulled me close.

His lips met mine and all of my defences fell away instantly. Eagerly I accepted his probing tongue and pushed back with my own. His hands, still firm against my back, began to slowly caress and run over it. I melted and submitted to him totally, trusting him to hold me and not to let me fall. His hands slipped down the small of my back and ran down over my buttocks. Again he applied pressure pulling my lower body into him applying force to my behind. Such was the pressure that I became aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. He was very hard indeed and I felt a sudden flood of excitement in my own loins.

More urgently now, he pressed his lips, his tongue flicking and darting into my eager mouth, my own tongue responding in kind, probing, testing, tasting. His grip slackened as he ran his right hand around my side, under my arm and directly onto my left breasts. My nipples sprang hard, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers sliding, testing, before finally locating my hard nipple and squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through the core of my being. His left hand joined his right on my other breast before rapidly slipping down my body, under my skirt hem and up the inside of my thigh. I felt him tremble as his hand ran over the top of my stocking and onto bare flesh.

In seconds his probing fingers had found my crotch and I willingly thrust my hips forward allowing him better access. His fingers ran around the leg of my panties and effortlessly parted the material from my inner leg and made their way to the slick excited wetness that lay below. He ran a finger over the outside of my pussy lips, spreading my juices around their outer edge. I felt another thrill of excitement as first one, then another finger entered me, easily sliding up into my most sacred place, spreading me and making me ready for what must surely follow.

Suddenly my head sprang back into action. I wanted this, I wanted it very badly indeed, but to be caught out in the open was bad enough, but to add regret at hasty actions was a step too far. Roughly I pulled away from him, causing him to groan.

“No… We can’t do this, Jeff,” I said, sounding as though I was about to burst into tears. “We can’t because… we aren’t being sensible… and it’s just wrong.”

“How can it be wrong, we both want this?” he whispered. He looked like a little boy who was lost and I nearly gave in on the spot. I held my resolve and set off back to my house vowing not to come out again until then next day. I would not look back. This was far too sudden… too fast… it wasn’t appropriate! He was older, I needed to think about the morning after pill, and our parents would kill us then each other. I think he was initially startled by the suddenness of my departure and it took him a few paces to catch up. He took me by the arm and begged me to stop.

“Rachel, I need you,” he said, “I have needed you since forever and I want to have you, urgently, here and now. I want this and everything that follows. I want you.”

I had to think of something to say and I was struggling against the fog of confusion and my own urgent desires. “OK, here’s the deal. You say that to me again when you and I have been on a date… just one date, no sex! Then we will see what happens from there.”

I could tell he was almost as confused as me as it took a while for my words to sink in. Eventually he nodded his agreement and we continued our journey towards the house. I have never been so glad of a decision as I was at that moment as I spotted my Mother approaching.

“Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over for you, it is nearly time for dinner.” I was sure that my face was about to give the whole game away, but just about held it together to make an excuse. “You remember Jeff from next door, don’t you?”

“Yes of course, hello Jeff, how are you? It has been years! I am glad to see you are getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Are you staying long?”

“Until I get my own place. Rachel and I were just having a catch up, I didn’t realise the time.”

“Oh that’s nice, but I am afraid I really must tear her away as I need a little help in the kitchen.”

With that we set off along the path to the house and I was glad of the darkness inside for hiding the redness of my face. I worked almost mechanically as I fought my conflicting feelings again. Feeling quite sensible and calm now, I knew that my feelings for him were wrong. I had never been tempted so badly before and I vowed I never would again. As I climbed into bed that night, I thanked my good sense for stopping things before they went past the point of no return. It was a close call and I genuinely felt sorry for Jeff, I had undoubtedly let things go too far. I caressed my tummy and wondered if it was already too late.

——–

The next morning, a Sunday, I was spared the need to further cover my embarrassment with my parents as I got up late, just in time to say goodbye to them as they departed to spend time with friends. They did this every Sunday. I smiled at how much of a habitual creatures they were. I would at least have some time to further distance myself from my guilt trip from the previous night’s events and make plans that didn’t involve carrying Jeff’s baby.

That was a mistake. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Jeff and the pleasures we had shared. I did allow myself a smile recalling how desperate my new boyfriend had been, how aroused he was and how quickly he had found his way into my underwear. I made a coffee and sat in the kitchen slowly recovering before wandering to the shower room for a long, hot, soapy drenching, just what the doctor ordered. That afternoon I would make a visit to the pharmacy for a pill to ensure I didn’t complicate things further. I wasn’t on birth control and a baby with a man I had only just met shouldn’t be on my agenda… but how I wish it was. I imagined our little family… our perfect lives. He was an amazing lover and was an eligible and self made man.

Some considerable time later, as I was drying my hair with a towel, I became aware of the doorbell. I decided at first it was probably some religious nutcases trying to drum up members of their community. The ringing persisted and I felt obliged to answer thinking that my parents had forgotten something and their door keys. I quickly threw a robe on and ran to the door. There, standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand, grinning from ear to ear, was Jeff. My mouth hung open, I had been certain that he would never come to the house again. My mind was racing, I had better not let the neighbours see, gossip from them would be the undoing of me. Quickly, I beckoned Jeff inside the house. I was still standing slack jawed when he spoke.

“You said you wanted to go on a date. Well, here I am and I want to do this properly, Rachel. Will you go out with me? My brother knew your folks would be going out as they always do on Sundays. I checked for the car as I passed the house, went to the florist and bought these flowers, then came straight here. Are you free?”

I could only meet his words with silence. He continued.

“Anyway, I was serious last night, you make me tremble all over when I think of you, I have always wanted you and I want you desperately now and forever. I wanted you desperately last night too. Every sinew of my body aches for you. I would like to date you… I want to find my happily ever after… I don’t want to lose something so special. Please… say yes.”

He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Wow. I forgot how good you are with words.” He didn’t blink, or turn away, he just stood there, taking me in. It made me blush, the way he was staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, abruptly remembering the flowers he had brought. He handed me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmured, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He announced to me proudly, grinning. “They’re pretty, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I asked, perplexed, waving him inside so I coulf set the flowers in water.

“For our date, if you’re interested?” he responded.

“Really?” I asked, wheels turning. Where was he going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughed immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it! Do you want to give this relationship a chance? Please, say yes?” He begged.

“Ok, ok,” I giggled, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. I was hoping to see you again and have this… romance… play out properly,” I told him softly in his ear.

He pressed his temple against mine and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would happily skip to the end and declare my undying love for you, Rachel. I really want to do things right,” he sighed. “I’ve been frantic all day. I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pulled away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I corrected myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I could feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I said it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Jeff hugged me again, then lifted his hand to my jaw. He lowered his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. We shared one single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispered. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looked down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

He walked me out to his car, a Porsche, and like a true gentleman he opened the passenger door and saw me inside. He then joined me and we set out on our magical mystery tour. He pulled in at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of its lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There was something magical about being here in the evening, as though we had accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmured, momentarily paralysed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Jeff grinned, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeezed his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughed. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looked shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kissed his cheek and thanked him. This was perfect.

We wandered inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascaded down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arched over the concrete paths. I held his hand as we walked through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stirred our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jumped.

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

“A butterfly,” I admitted, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinched again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

“Oh,” he said with adoration and love in his eyes, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him tightly, pretending to be offended. “Flappy giant bugs!” I cried in self-defense.

“But if you watch closely you can see the beauty in them,” he smiled, “just like you”.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I ducked as another one made a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I buried my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he looked crestfallen, “I’m so sorry Rachel, I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assured him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit but he held onto me protectively.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiled, kissing my shoulder. He pointed out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I followed him to a small bench and we rested for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights came on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, memorising this moment. He was so protective of me. Yes he was older but he looked at me like I was fragile and precious to him. I liked that a lot.

We walked through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I filled my lungs with the aroma of the plants and the scent of Jeff, absorbed by the beauty of this place and dizzy with attraction. I had never felt so close to someone I barely knew, but I guess our connection was far from typical.

“Time for me to take you to dinner,” he announced when we neared the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want. There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggled.

Jeff laughed, but I caught his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looked away quickly.

“I promise not to call you sugartits.” He said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

I returned a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrugged, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. I immediately started to formulate some pet names for him in my head.

We held eye contact for a moment, and it was like nothing else existed. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

“Italian please.” I whispered.

“Your wish is my command,” he breathed, “your carriage awaits.” With that we linked arms and made our way back to his car then onwards to the restaurant.

——–

“Good choice, Rachel,” Jeff nodded as we finished our meals, “This is a top class restaurant and the food was amazing.” Jeff said happily, paying his respect as I popped the last of my pasta into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallowed and grinned. “It’s not cheap either. I wish I could eat like this every day without gaining any weight.”

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

"Trust me, I could get used to this,” I added, reaching for my napkin.

“Well, I could arrange that,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “I love spending time with you. You are fascinating.”

I clinked my glass against his and smiled. He wasn’t kidding, it was written all over his handsome face. I loved it.

“So,” he continued, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“My brother… How far did things go with Joseph?”

I almost choked. I didn’t need a mirror to know how red my face was at that moment.

“That seems like such a long time ago now.”

“He used to talk about you all the time. I just…” he carefully chose his words,“…didn’t want to… make things awkward… between you both.”

“I was young, and I was besotted with him… but your parents ended it before…” Now it was my turn to stumble on my words.

“Did you have sex?” He asked, curious. His eyes searched mine.

“I wanted to,” I confessed. “I think I was ready. But we only did… a few things together." 

"I see.” He said. I tried to read his thoughts and could see that he was trying to come to terms with what might or might not have happened. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“We fooled around. He made me cum with his fingers. I gave him a hand job. The night your parents found us we were going to have oral sex for the first time.”

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

I set down my napkin. I was embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I didn’t want him to look at me any differently than he had tonight.

“Does it bother you, if we did things?”

I held my breath.

“Oh! No no,” he laughed. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional that you were with him but I can see why he was into you. Rachel, I just want you to be completely at ease with… me.”

“I am, Jeff. Joseph and I were looking to conquer a few firsts. We were young and he made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It was years ago. I’ve barely seen him since.”

“Then I’m glad that you both found a way to make each other’s life a tiny bit better. I would never hold that against you, Rachel.”

He reached for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he told me, his voice thoughtful, “even if you were, you know, a thing back then, I don’t think I mind. You care about people. I would never want to change that or hold you back from being who you want to be. Or being with who you want to be with.”

I can’t believe how understanding he was. His brother and I were never more than friends. Yes, we shared a clumsy fondle and an orgasm or two, but Jeff was keen to let me know he didn’t care.

Actually, he seemed grateful.

I squeezed his hand, relieved. There was nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want me to either.

“Do you think we should grab a drink?” He asked once he had polished off our meals and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smiled. I didn’t care where we went, I just didn’t want this night to end.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth and slid out to stand beside him. He held the door open for me as we left, exiting into the fading heat of a summer night.

We only made it a block when it happened. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracked open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasped as torrential rain hit the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies were drenched and dripping.

Jeff grabbed my hand and we darted into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He was leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night. I was still giggling when I saw that he stopped, that he was watching me intently… Staring at the way my dress now clung to my wet body, my nipples obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. As if caught in a spell he reached for my face and kissed me.

He wasn’t slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moaned, grabbing onto his back. I wrapped my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moved to my collarbone and his bicep tensed, I pressed my hips against him in response.

He moved his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slipped the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh was cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he drew one into his mouth.

I shivered as he flicked his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I ran my hands through his thick hair and tilted my head back. The rain was still streaming down around us, there was nobody else out there, but I didn’t think I would even have minded if there was. I didn’t care who saw me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Jeff’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on the warm pavement was filling the air, filling our future with nostalgia for that moment. A story to tell our grandchildren.

His hand reached up to cup me as his mouth met mine again.

“Can I take you back home?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

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We barely made it through his parents’ front door when Jeff kissed me again. I dropped my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, feeling his body pressed against mine as we made out. His erection jutted hopefully against his pants. I wanted to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his shaft.

He didn’t give me the chance.

He knelt down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peeled my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers teased between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

“Yes.” He replied before letting out a slight sigh of approval when he sensed how aroused I was, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been fingered in this house. Jeff wasn’t the first Richards to have his fingertips on my most sensitive and private parts. But his touch was more experienced and pleasure inducing. He removed his probing finger, now coated with my wetness, before plunging in once more, adding another finger and doubling my pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned when he lifted my dress and brought his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirted with my clit while his fingers moved softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble with desire.

“Jeff,” I whispered, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continued working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I moved my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increased his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I was getting so close.

“Oh, Jeff. Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

He increased his pressure and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Right there.” I tilted my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

I was over the edge as soon as he said the words, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pumped inside of me.

“Ahhh…You taste amazing…” he said in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probed gingerly between my slick folds then he replaced his fingers back inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I wanted to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body as no more than a puddle. It was taking every ounce of energy I had to remain upright.

Jeff looked up at me and smiled, and I covered my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm so quickly. I had no idea he could do that to me. I was in awe of this man.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughed, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm. “At least, I hope not,” he added.

I don’t know what to say so I kissed him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my nectar.

I continued kissing him as we held onto each other, leading him to his old bedroom.

I lifted my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He paused to look at me again, to take my body in now that I was fully nude. I could see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ached for it. I was throbbing, seeing how badly he wanted me. Knowing how badly I wanted him. I unbuttoned his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands worked their way down to his zipper.

We pulled his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He held me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands grazed my hips, my ass, my breasts.

Oh how I needed him. I briefly considered contraception but I knew I wanted to take his sperm and cherish it. I wanted my eggs to be bathed in his potent seed. I wanted to be his, joined to him forever and a day. I needed to be his woman, inseminated with his babies. Fuck! What was I thinking! But I smiled secretly to myself - we would create beautiful children together.

I lowered my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his magnificent cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guided him to his small bed and let him lie back as I kissed my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face was now level with his pelvis, and I brought my mouth down to his gently throbbing. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I moved my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moaned as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I moved up and down his sweet cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down,” Jeff gasped and struggled as I began to suck. I released his manhood with a pop and looked directly up into his dreamy eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, knowing the sight of me worshiping his erection, wide eyed and innocent looking, would drive him insane… making him putty in my hands.

“Oh quite the opposite,” he sighed. “You are incredible, Rachel. I just got too close. I don’t want to let go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmured, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Watching you suck me, looking into your eyes,” he began, “it was so hot. So dirty!” He blushed.

“Oh, I know how to be a dirty girl, Jeff.” His eyes lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I was wondering if you could do that for me.”

His penis bobbed as he said the words. He was ready.

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

“Play with your dick for me, Jeff,” I instructed him, softly.

I looked to him for approval and he smiled then closed his eyes, his breath quickening as he wrapped his finger and his thumb around his shaft.

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

He covered his cock with his hand and I sigh. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and returned to slowly stroking his cock. Gliding his fingers down his length and over his head.

I loved watching him like this, imagining how he looked when he was alone. His manhood looked beautiful, no more than average in size, but I knew it fit me perfectly. It turned me on that he was pleasuring himself for me, that he was embracing that feeling. His eyes were still shut and I wondered, would he notice if I touched myself too? And if he did, would he mind?

I decided to find out, lowering my hand between my legs as he continued jerking himself off for both of our enjoyment.

“I’ve never sucked such a beautiful cock before,” I whispered to him, cautiously massaging my clit. His eyes were still closed but I was going to become the dirty girlfriend of his dreams.

“You’re lucky I even let something that wide into my mouth,” I said huskily, “I nearly choked on it.”

He pulled himself faster, then slower again. I missed feeling his purple head against my tongue and the salty tang of his manhood.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you,” I whispered confessionally, even though it was lie… Jeff was always out of reach… older, sexy and desirable yes, but to a preteen I only had eyes for his brother, Joseph. “I wanted to tell everyone I was fucking you. I couldn’t believe such an attractive older guy could want a little slut like me.” I watched his cock jump in his hand and smiled.

“I am so much younger than you, I’ve never given myself to a man so willingly. I want you Jeff. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want to scream your name in ecstasy as your parents bang on the bedroom door. I want to have your babies!”

He let out a small cry of pleasure, his cheeks flushed. I rubbed my clit faster, hands trying to calm the throbbing elicited by this new experience.  My breathing was now as fast as his own.

“I always had a thing for older men, I guess,” I offered honestly, “You know just how to treat a woman. My pussy has ached for you all day, Jeff. You’re not like the other boys… you’re nothing like your brother. I want you,” I gasped, “I want you inside me!”

“I want you… you’re incredible… I’ve never met anyone like you…”

“Is there anyone else in your life, Jeff?” I questioned. “Can we really be together?” In that moment he would have agreed to anything but it made my nipples tingle and my womb throb to ask. I paused, wondering if I had said too much.

“Rachel, I belong to you,” he murmured. “There is only you.”

Ok, then, on we go.

I continued moving my hand between my legs, shocked at how wet I was. I know he wouldn’t care if he saw but I felt a little guilty that he didn’t know I was touching myself too. That I was enjoying it as much as he was. My finger tip was flicking my exposed clitty when I noticed he had stopped masturbating. His eyes were open, locked on my vulva as my fingers strummed incessantly.

I stopped and looked up at him, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. “Jeff, doyou want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do, baby,” he reassured me. “But… mmm…” he was silenced as I quickly found his cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. He loved my attention on his cock, but he wasn’t ready to give in and do me yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty.

“Do you want my hot little mouth back on your cock, Jeff?” he groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with his cock. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?” I looked him directly in the eye, “I think my older lover wants to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth?” I inched closer to my prize as I spoke, breathing on his  semi-erect cock. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. “Jeff?” My soft lips barely grazed his cock in a teasing kiss and he jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture.

He clenched his jaw as his resolve quickly melted away and his hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to his cock. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

I gave him a wicked smile before sliding down from him and onto my knees on the bedroom carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at his delicious cock. He groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of his swollen member so lightly and innocently that he was ready to grab me by my hair and force his cock down my throat, but somehow he managed to hold back and his patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting him harder by the second. I grinned as I let the rest of his cock slowly eased into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. He felt the restrain of my throat’s natural gag reflex for a moment before penetrating deeply and immediately he was in heaven. He let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking his hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along his member before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that he could watch every inch of his hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. His moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as he thrusted gently.

With his cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let his cock pop out of my mouth. He almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at him. I looked back at his cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. “Yum… does my baby want to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face.

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth,” I said, crawling backwards. He did a double take, as if he might have misheard, but a moment later he didn’t waste his time. He was on his feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to his cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for him and slipped his throbbing penis between my voluptuous lips. Jeff moaned again as his cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out as he fucked my mouth like a pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he had his way with my face, though I was instantly brought to attention when his hand slipped down and found a breast, roughly mashing it in his hand, his thumb flickering over my nipples. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving him oral pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as he continued to drive his sex in and out of my mouth.

My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of his cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on his rock hard shaft, which sent him over the edge. He was now panting hard. “Aww, fuck, Rachel. Nngh. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah…” he slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of his ejaculate coated my throat. His cock twitched as a few more streams of his salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down his shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out.

He worked his fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Rachel, you are perfection. You know just how to get me off.”

I began to stand and shrugged it off. “Practice makes perfect and I’m eager to learn from my more experienced lover.”

“Haha, I’m just sorry I didn’t have a bigger load for you to take,” he said in a mock apology.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Maybe next time?”

“For all time. Right,” he replied, nodding. “Now,” he started, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, “time for me to take care of you.” He gathered my little body up in his arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on his old bed. He climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed his shoulders as his tongue slid over an already se

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It’s a special day and you’ve been enjoying your success with your friends, eating good food and having a fun time. At the end of the day, you walk back to your room and turn the lights on, a little exhausted and ready for a shower and sleep. However, once you turn the light on, you realise something unusual: there are a bra and sexy lace thong on your bed, with a note that says “I’m waiting for you ;)” next to them. You hear the shower is running and go into the bathroom to check it out.

As you walk to the bathroom you see random clothes on the floor: a sexy short skirt, a tight tank top, and some heels. You imagine what my curvy frame looks like in that slutty outfit and start to feel your penis press against your zipper with excitement.

You open the bathroom door and hear the shower loud and clear now, and finally get a glimpse of what you were waiting for: through the textured glass, you see me completely naked under the water, rinsing off. I haven’t noticed you yet because the water is loud and I only have the shower light on for atmosphere, so you quietly undress and sneak over to the shower door.

You quickly pull the glass door open and jump in, taking me by surprise and immediately grabbing my wet body in your eager hands. I release a little scream of surprise as you turn me around and stifle my surprise with your lips, shutting me up in that sexy way you do. I melt into your embrace as your hands rove my body, moving from my soaking hair to my back and then to my big fat ass.

I arch my back and let my hands wander over your strong shoulders and muscular back, making the kiss intensify by the second. Your hands are squeezing and playing with my ass and then they move around to the front, where you start pulling at my nipples. You break the kiss, still holding onto my nipples, making me follow you to the wall as you back up because of your firm grip.

Once your back is against the wall, you turn me around before I realise what’s happening and pin me against the wall, my back to you. With one hand holding me against the wall, you use your free hand to pull my ass out toward you so it’s in a perfectly submissive and vulnerable position.

You slowly press your massive, hard cock vertically against my pussy like a hot dog, letting me feel how big you are without actually giving anything to me. I push my ass back into the feel of you, trying to tempt you into entering me but you don’t. Instead I feel you lean over me slowly, using your one free hand to roam up my body from my ass to my neck, stopping to fondle my big tits for a second. Your hand gets to my neck and you hold my throat loosely as you lean all the way over me until your chin is at my shoulder.

Then, in one fast movement, your hand shoots down to my clit and you start sucking hard on my neck, making me moan as you rub my dripping pussy and leave marks on me.

I’m moaning a lot now, and you’ve left several marks on my neck from sucking so hard. You keep teasing my clit for a second and then detach, pulling me away from the wall and pushing my head down towards the ground. While you stand behind me, you push two fingers into my pussy in doggy and start fingering me. My pussy is soaking wet on the inside, dripping with the juices of temptation and pleasure.

Once you’ve fingered me for a few minutes, you pull your fingers out and keep me bent over in doggy. I can feel your hard dick press up against me again, this time teasing me as you let the head slide up and down my pussy and tease my clit. You start entering my pussy, slowly letting the head go in and then pulling out, teasing me even more and making me squirm as I try to lean back.

You hold my ass in both your hands and stop moving, pulling me back a little until the head is in, and then pushing me forward so it comes out again. I’m moaning with anticipation and you hear me say, “Mm babe fuck me please!”

With that, you can’t handle waiting anymore. You oblige, shoving all six and a half inches into my pussy and ramming into the back. I scream with pleasure, begging for more as you pound me so hard with your huge cock.I can feel your balls slap up against me and you see my ass jiggle with every thrust.

I sneak a hand to my clit and start pleasuring myself, adding even more intensity to the oncoming climax we’re both about to have. You feel yourself getting close as I’m moaning and yelling out even more, ready for you to take me all the way. With a final sexy groan we both climax immensely, feeling a rush of pleasure overtake us together. Think ropes of your creamy spunk gush into my vagina. My quivering orgasm pushes your twitching member from me together with the excess jizz which dribbles out and splatters upon the floor beneath us. The warm water from the shower continues to wash over us, rinsing away the stresses of the day.

“I love you, Baby,” I whisper in your ear.

You kiss my forehead and cheek in response. We get dressed in our skimpy pyjamas and crawl into bed together, watching a couple episodes of our favourite show and cuddling close in front of the TV.

Finally, we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each others’ arms.

gamesmachine:

I love her body. Especially her ass. I always have. Always will. I just love my Princess’ taunt, little ass.

I have nothing against her breasts. They’re beautiful too. Smooth mounds under a top with a teasing neckline. Or their fleshy orbs rolling and jiggling as I thrust myself deep inside her again and again, her legs spread in welcome.

But there is just something so special … so mesmerising about a sweet-sweet feminine ass.

I love to have my Baby Girl lay naked on her belly, her head resting on crossed arms. I lay beside her, my head propped on one bent arm so that I can gaze down her back to where the curve of her ass cheeks proudly rise. I reach out and my fingers dance across her back, sweeping back and forth, up and down. I kiss her shoulder, my lips soft … moist … tender. I trace the outlines that are the edges of her bones and the curves of her muscles beneath her flesh. I kiss her shoulder again then rest my head there as I lean my body against hers; my chest against her side, my crotch against her thigh, my pulse making me throb.

I continue to draw lines across her back as the heat of our bodies mingle. I hear her sigh. Listen to her breath. Time ticks by … warm moments … lingering minutes.

I lean up and plant delicate kisses across her shoulder blades. This causes me to press firmer against her … my growing manhood pulsing against her thigh.

I rest my head on her shoulder once more.

My fingers dance down to play at the small of her back, that little dip just before the sensual curves of her ass rise up. Gazing down her body I admire their delicate shape, their smooth flow. I trace the edges of her spine … her waist lines. Over and over my fingers dance. At intervals I raise up to kiss her back, my lips slowly traveling lower. My growing member presses against her … pulsing … throbbing.

Her shallow breaths are interspersed with quiet moans … content sighs. Her body starts to shift with its building heat. Her legs slide upon the sheet, they part slightly, pressing her thigh against me.

My fingers dance up … down. My lips kissing.

Eventually my fingers slip onto her ass to cup and fondle one beautiful cheek. They tense ever so slightly, pressing into her smooth flesh. Planting soft, moist kisses ever lower I caress her ass cheeks … massage them. I revel in the feel of them. Against her thigh I throb excitedly, my desire being fuelled.

Her body responds more. Her hips roll as she lifts her ass in offering to my touch. Her breathing grows more shallow … more laboured. Soft whimpers rattle her throat. Her legs part a little more, the one pressing against me intentionally.

For long, long minutes I rub and massage her beautiful ass … loving it … worshipping it. Sliding myself down I kiss her lower back, my lips gentle … tender. I can smell her growing arousal, the aroma is so … enthralling.

As I continue to adore her ass, her hips roll more and more. Her ass rises higher pressing herself into my touch. Her legs open further … further … further.

I slide over the one to lay between the pair and they open even further.

Now I am staring straight at her beautiful ass. It hovers before me, inches off the bed, rolling ever so slightly. I reach out and cup a cheek in each hand. My fingers tense as I gently squeeze. I lean in … kiss one beautiful orb … then the other. My fingers tensing, squeezing … Moulding her flesh I love her glorious orbs with more kisses during long minutes.

She responds.

Her body simmers. Her hips roll before me. The aroma of her arousal fills the air. She whimpers louder … moans mixing with her heavy breath. Her knees are bending, lifting her … raising her ass into the air.

My attentions shift with her. My hands … my kisses … slip downward to the spot where her beautiful ass meets her thighs. Cupping her cheeks here my thumbs extend inward, brushing at her flesh near her sex. My fingers tense, plying into her asscheeks. My lips kiss her. I inhale her sexual scent.

Shivering, she squirms before me, her breathing shallow, laboured. She whimpers and sighs as I continue loving her fleshy orbs while my thumbs draw tiny circles tantalisingly close to her pussy.

Now her knees are firmly beneath her, her ass raised as high as it will go. I pull back to admire the image before me. Her lovely ass hovering in the air, rolling so subtly with the passion burning inside her. Her legs spread in invitation. Between them her pussy glistening with her juices. Her labia are swollen with her desire, parting slightly in anticipation, her slit pink. This sight … this image is definitely one of the most beautiful images in the world; an aroused woman on her knees before me, my hands squeezing her firm ass cheeks as it sways before me, her pussy glistening wetly with her arousal … her desire … her need.

I throb with my own hunger.

My hands shift once more, my thumbs slipping to within millimetres of her pussy. My fingers tense, squeezing her ass harder. I lean forward, plant heated kisses where her lovely cheeks meet her thighs.

Her aroma fills the air with its incense. Her sighing whimpers are filled with unfulfilled contentment.

While my fingers continue to ply at her asscheeks I ever so gradually allow my thumbs and my lips to move closer … closer … closer to her sex. My digits reach it first. They massage her swollen lips, dip delicately between them to swirl in the juices wetting her slit. Then my lips brush against the bottom edge of her pussy. My tongue darts out, flickers between her open lips to taste her juices.

She whimpers. Her body tenses. Her ass reflexively pushes back into my hands.

My tongue darts out again and again, licking at her repeatedly with quick little laps that swipe at her wetness.

She whimpers. Her body quivering with the electricity shooting along her nerves.

After several minutes I pull away. Shifting, I rise up behind her on my own knees. Squeezing her ass with one hand, I grasp my cock in the other and tug on it a few times to ensure it is fully engorged. Then I guide myself to her.

Her anticipation makes it hard for her to hold still as I approach.

I guide myself between her legs, place the tip of my cock in her slit. Sliding it around I search for her opening. I find it … snuggle myself against it … press forward. Her walls open for me, my cockhead parting them as it enters her. I push forward, sliding inch after inch of myself deep inside her.

Her folds encircle me, their velvety glove hugging my shaft. Her wetness coats me … envelopes me.

I release myself, my hand returning to her ass so that I cup both beautiful cheeks as I bury myself inside her. My crotch mashes against her rear as I fill her. I hold myself there, our hips rolling and gyrating, grinding against each other. After a moment I pull back, withdraw a portion of myself, then press forward again. Once more I fill her, my cock stuffing her sex as I grind myself against her ass. I pull back again … press forward. Again and again I do this … back … forward … back. Slowly, steadily I build a rhythm … my hips rocking. I fuck her … my hard cock pistoning in and out of her.

Soon her swaying body finds my rhythm … matches it. Pumping herself back and forth she fucks my cock with her wet pussy.

I watch her beautiful ass rocking back and forth, watch her cheeks quiver and shimmy as our bodies smack into one another. I see her flesh mould under by squeezing fingers. Her entire body sways and rocks before me. Her head lulls, her hair shimmering. Her moans and whimpers mix with the wet sounds of our fucking to fill the air with their cascading music.

Our lust builds. Our hunger grows.

Humping … pumping … fucking … our rhythm builds. Our lust drives us. Our roiling desires making our bodies steam and our flesh shimmer with sheens of sweat.

Her moans grow louder … her whimpers heavier. She drives her ass back at me, shoves herself onto my cock again and again.

My own hips match her growing passion, rocking back and forth, driving myself into her faster … harder. My fingers dig into her ass, her flesh so warm as its moulded by my feral desire.

Eventually her pussy starts to clench around my pounding cock. Her body starts to tense, her muscles tightening, her flesh tightening. Her nearing climax drives her to slam her sex on and off my cock. She fucks me with wild abandon.

This, of course, urges my own climax forward. Grunting I match her feral rhythm, pounding myself into her again and again … hammering her pussy with my stiff cock.

Suddenly she cries out. Her body snaps and twist, her muscles quivering beneath her flesh. She slams her pussy onto my cock. Her ass hops and jerks spastically before me. From her mouth spills dirty words and phrases, urging me on … making me drive myself into her even harder … faster.

With animalistic fury I answer the call. I jackhammer myself into her … slamming … pounding … fucking her fiercely. My lust races to its own crescendo and I pummel her pussy with my rigid cock. In … Out … In … I drive my hips at her. Harder … Faster … I slam myself deep inside her again and again. Roaring, I cram myself completely inside. Grind my crotch against her. My fingers dig at her ripe ass cheeks. Deep inside her I explode. My cock twitches … jerks … erupts with my orgasm.

Her pussy instinctively clenches tighter around me … milking me … draining me with primal need.

Finished. Our bodies relaxing, we collapse to the bed. I’m on my back. She moves over and cradles her head on my chest. Loose strands of her hair tickle my nose.

Let’s Make Babies

My eyes take in your sexy swagger in your walk. My nose inhales the enticing scent of your cologne before I realize that I’m not really listening to the words coming from your sensual lips. I’m watching them move and decide I have to kiss them.

Apprehensive, I ask “can I kiss you” just as I step to you and place my lips softly on yours before stepping away giving you no time to respond since we’re just friends and I know this will cross the line. But your lips are softer than I imagined and after the first kiss, I quite simply want more of you. Since you start to smile and don’t protest, I place my hands on the back of your neck and pull you into me for another long, languid kiss. When I feel the heat of your hands on my waist, I feel a bit less unsure of the situation and allow my tongue and hands to roam. I lick your top lip and as if by magic, your tongue greets mine in a sexual interlude.

I run my hands over your head, down your neck, to your muscular chest, and stomach. I place my hands under your shirt and begin to rub your chest, enjoying the feel of the soft mat of hair on my fingertips. I slowly lift your shirt off over your head and my lips go to your neck and chest and hear you groan. I enjoy the sound as I rub your chest and explore it with my tongue. Your hands absently rub my lower back enticing me even more. I slowly undo your pants and slide my hands to your hardness and slowly begin to stroke you. I feel your hands untying the knot holding my dress up just before it falls to the ground to pool at my feet.

A shiver runs through me as I stand there wearing nothing more than a black thong as I continue to enjoy your hardness in my hand. I slide down to my knees tasting you and pushing your clothing off as I go. I feel the heat from your dick before my tongue makes contact. I lick along the bottom length, enjoying it jumping across my face. I reach up and caress your balls as I suck along the underside of the shaft from base to tip. I lick all around it like a corkscrew, stopping at the top to kiss the tip just before I take your hard dick and balls all the way into my mouth in one gulp. I let it play in my throat while my tongue lashes it from left to right, as the tip of it sweeps over your sensitive testicles. I swallow, allowing the muscles of my throat massage your head before I slowly pull back sucking hard on your phallus until it pops from my mouth.

A little more tongue play from me has your breathing uneven. I reach up and pull you down to lie beside me as I step out of my thong. I crawl up your body to kiss your head… your eyebrows… your nose… your chin… your neck. I reach down between my legs and lay your manhood along your stomach between us.

Our naked bodies lie entwined, caressing, pressing against each other. Our breathing grows harder and we both begin to moan gently. You stroke my hair. I brush my moist lips against yours. I lick my way inside your mouth, then suck on your tongue, taking its tip between my lips. I suck my way down, then back. Our tongues play with each other. My kisses travel down your neck towards your chest. I tease your nipples until they become stiff and then nip them gently with my teeth. I feel your whole body stiffen with excitement and I smile up at you. Then I lick you down to your navel, fondling your flanks with my hands and tickling you gently with my loose hair. I lift your legs beneath the knees and run my tongue up and down the inside of your thighs. Then I lick around your groin. I breathe on your already hardening penis and watch him grow with each pulse. I blow on the tip and your erection grows until he is standing firm before my eyes. Massaging your thighs and hips I continue caressing you with my breath, creating a gentle breeze that blows over your balls, onto the base of your cock, up the length of you to the tip and back to your balls again.

“Are you going to suck me again?” you growl.

“Patience, sweetheart,” I admonish.

My hands stroke up towards your genitals and massage you around the base of your cock. I admire the way he continues to grow without my needing to touch him. I start gently massaging your scrotum while with the other hand I drag my fingertips up your cock, softly tickling you. I tickle your veins at the side, then on the underside of the helmet. My other hand joins in. You’re sweating now. I can tell you are so turned on by my teasing and I smile at you naughtily. I carefully pull back the foreskin and begin to massage your helmet. With my thumbs I rub the underside and bite my lip in concentration. Copious precum has leaked from the slit and I smear it all around the head. With all my fingertips I knead the pulsing purple crown. Then with my fingernails I scratch you ever so gently, making you groan with pleasure. I insert one nail, my pinky’s, into the slit, just slightly. I can feel the throbbing become stronger and more insistent. I move the nail up and down the slit until it is covered in your bright glistening cum. I lift the finger to my lips and suck on it with my eyes closed. I suck my pinky deep into my mouth, withdraw it, then suck again, rapturously relishing the salty taste of you.

I then resume massaging your balls. I move to the wide base of your cock, working my hands around you, squeezing you, making more blood flow up to the tip. I study your reactions closely, enjoying my complete power over you. With the flat palm of my hand I rub up the underside of your cock, over the glans and all around the head. I begin stroking you up and down with one hand, while with the other, I vigorously rub your glans. Then I move both hands up and down you. With your mouth a wide open ‘o’ shape you are obviously loving what I am doing to you. My soft but firm hands are all around you, possessing you totally.

I then lower my head and kiss you just once at the tip. I massage your balls again and stroke you up and down. When my lips touch you again I slip the end of your fuck sausage into my mouth and suck lightly just at the tip. You groan. I caress your helmet over my soft lips, but only for a moment. After more energetic rubbing I replace my hand at your balls with my tongue. I lick your scrotum and gently nip the skin with my teeth. Then I take your balls into my mouth. I roll them over my tongue while my hand continues to massage your prick. Then I plant soft butterfly kisses up your shaft until I reach the tip. I pause and gaze into your face. It is a picture of excitement and

anticipation. I smile and rub you again.

“Ah, what the fuck!” you protest.

I giggle, loving your frustration. Eventually I bend forward again to take you into my mouth, but pause to nibble your glans. I bite you all around the head until I wonder if your groans are of pleasure or pain. I’m driving you crazy with my teasing and you’re writhing beneath me like a snake, but I know you’re loving it and can take even more. After another pause while I scratch your helmet again, I finally allow you to slip once more into my mouth. My warm saliva must feel like a soothing balm to your poor, sore cock end. I move my lips all the way down to the base and then back up to the tip. I deep throat you again and suck hard this time. My cheeks squeeze against your girth. Your helmet is against the back of my throat. I hum and the vibration makes you gasp. I begin sucking you up and down, taking you in deeply each time. When I feel your throbbing begin to quicken I immediately withdraw and pause for breath.

“God damn it!” you cry.

I laugh and wait a few moments for your willy to calm down, then begin sucking you again, but not so deeply as your enormous size has been making my eyes water. When I pause for breath I see my lower lip is tethered the slit of your dick by a shining strand of liquid. I gaze at you lustfully with tearful eyes.

“I could cum just from looking at you,” you say through ragged gasps.

“Don’t you dare!”

Sensing that you’re close to the edge again, I take a moment to lick you up and down before plunging my mouth back onto you. I use my teeth to gently scratch you. When I come back up to the helmet I stick out my tongue to rub it back and forth over the glans. I suck you a few more times, but more gently. Then I sit up and straddle you with my back to your face.

“I’m going to cum in no time, baby,” you warn.

“Hm,” I purr, “we shall see.”

My pussy is soaking wet now. I rub myself against your genitals. My pussy and the crack of my ass become coated with my saliva, your precum and my girlcum, and I smear the mixture back into your crotch. I lean back to lie on you and give you a long, lingering kiss. We grind our hips against each other, but I still refrain from letting you enter me. I sit up, hold your hands tightly at my hips and continue to grind my pussy against your balls and my ass against your cock.

“Come on, come on!” you insist, hissing with frustration between your teeth.

I look back at you over my shoulder. You admire the shape of my back and buttocks, your eyes wide with intense desire. Your look of completely unbridled lust and the rubbing of your dick against me are driving me crazy too. You’re frantically grinding your hips and this is more than I can take. In teasing you to the brink I’ve driven myself there too. I lift my hips and my dripping pussy hovers above your penis for a moment, crying tears of girlcum onto your glans.

“Ahh!” I gasp as I finally sheathe you in my pussy. “Fuck!” I scream. You’re so big and so hot!

I release your hands and bend forward. I lift my ass and start fucking you. Your long cock fills me all the way and I love the feeling of you filling every last little inch of me. My buttocks slap against you. I draw my pussy up to the tip, then slam back down. My cunt has accepted you easily, but I am still very tight around you. Your broad dick stretches me, especially near the labia. Just when I can feel you about to cum, I slow down and lift off you for a moment. Your face is red with anger.

“Ah there, there, baby,” I tease and tut.

I sit on you for a while, grinding myself against you until the pulse of your dick slows fractionally. I lean back and lie on you. We kiss as we fuck. I lift my legs and you hold them together above me. All I can feel is you, baby, your chest against my back, your lips on my neck, your precious penis in my pussy. You hold my small body to you and your hips batter against my ass while my legs shake in the air above my face. I squeal like a little girl with delight, loving your strength and potency. Then you release my legs and I sit up

again. I squat and allow you to thrust up into me while I rub at my clitty.

Fire builds inside me. The flames lick outwards to burn my whole body. I scream in ecstasy. A few moments later, you erupt like a volcano and squirt your cum deep into my womb. I’m determined to milk you for all you’re worth so I continue fucking you insistently. I squeeze you on the upward movement, then release you slightly when I come down. In so doing I prolong your ejaculations so that you throb and pulse inside me long enough to give a me a second orgasm, following hard on the heels of the first. I squeeze my thighs hard against your hips and let out a long moan of ecstasy.

As your prick softens I let him slip out of me and our combined juices pour from me onto your balls. I slither around on you for a while, covering your midriff and my ass cheeks with our viscous love cream. Then I turn and lie down beside you. We pant into each other’s faces and caress each other’s sweat slicked bodies. We laugh and gaze with love into each other’s eyes. We kiss, press our chests together, hook our legs around each other’s and quickly feel ourselves becoming aroused again.

There is a mischievous gleam in your eyes when you smile. You push me onto my back and fondle my breasts. You massage them, squeeze them together and pinch the nipples. You lick me in the middle of my chest, then take one nipple, circling it first before flicking it. You take the nipple into your mouth and begin to suck while pinching the other. Then you squeeze my tits again and transfer your mouth to the other nipple. Both are now firm and very erect.

Your other hand travels down my belly to gently stroke my crotch. I take your hand and press it against me. You begin to firmly massage me there whilst your lips, tongue and teeth continue teasing my nipples. I spread my legs wide and feel your finger part my pussy lips. I gasp when you find my clitty. It is already as stiff as my nipples. Your fingertips play over it expertly. When your finger enters me I groan and instinctively lift my hips. I bite my lip hard, close my eyes and push my head back. You fuck me with your finger while rubbing my love button and sucking my nipple. With amazement I sense that I am already close to orgasm but, just as I feel my body tensing, your hand leaves my pussy and returns to my breast. I clench my legs together, hoping the pressure may facilitate the orgasm that you have not given me, but the feeling fades and I sigh with disappointment.

Your face lifts from my tits and you smile at me cheekily. We kiss again. You offer me your finger to suck. I draw it onto my mouth and savour the creamy taste of myself. Your finger slides in and out and I close my eyes, imagining it is your penis. You kiss me again. I cup your beautiful face in my hands and press my lips hard against yours. We pause and gasp for breath. My bosom heaves with desire. Your lips graze me down to my belly, down to the slick skin around my pussy. My legs are wide apart for you and you plant a kiss right on my labia. The tip of your tongue probes between my pink, throbbing curtains to find my hole. Your tongue darts swiftly in and out of me. I bite my lip so hard I draw blood and I squirm with pleasure. Again your fingers play with the hard teat of my clitty. You take my legs and lift them so that you can lick from my pussy down to my anus. You lick gently around both my holes, teasing them open, making me sigh with longing.

“Ooh,” I moan, “you’re so good.”

Then you reinsert your finger into my pussy and continue licking my anus. I hug my legs against my breasts so I can offer you my holes and make it more comfortable for you to play with me. You bring me to a sweet orgasm this way. It is a slow, soft immersion in a soothing, warm bath that invades every part of my being. I release my legs and my thigh muscles tighten. My heels dig into your back as I roll and writhe, but your tongue continues to work on me until my final spasm has rushed through me.

“Oh love, sweet, sweet love,” I softly sing.

I open my eyes to see you

kneeling before me with your enormous cock standing like some exotic wild flower above the 'v’ of my parted thighs. You stroke my legs and I hook my ankles together behind you, pulling myself closer to you until your knees are against my sex. I raise my arms and you fall into them.

I wrap my legs around you and reach for your penis, but you take hold of my forearms and pin them above my head. Your grip is strong, like a vice, and I struggle in vain to free myself. I want your cock inside me now, but you’re making me wait. You’re teasing me just as I teased you. Your sweat rains onto my body and, where the hot droplets land, my taut muscles twitch sending thrilling sensations down to my pussy. You graze my face, neck and chest with your tongue while your rock hard erection prods and pokes at my belly and my crotch, dribbling more precum onto my already soaking skin. You lick my lips, my throat, my cheeks, my eyes. I’m shivering with so much frustration and suspense and I implore you with my wide open eyes to fuck me. Yet you merely lick my ear. Then you release my arms so I immediately try to make a grab for your cock. You quickly squeeze my thighs together with yours, clamping the door to my sex firmly shut. I fondle your lovely penis against my navel and start to cry with frustration. You kiss me tenderly, but it’s your penis inside me I want, not more kisses. My hips continually buck and beat against you, desperate to begin fucking. I catch a glimpse of a smile on your lips when they part from mine and I fly into a rage.

“Don’t laugh at me!” I scream at you desperately. “Fuck me! Put that fucking thing in me now!” I thump impotently on your hard chest with my small fists. “I want it inside me now, fuck it!”

My love for you is momentarily overcome with hate for your teasing. You laugh and shake your head. I spit in your face and sob uncontrollably. You snigger at me and I smack you so hard I draw blood from your lip. I punch and pummel you all to no avail. You’re loving your dominance of me. You rule my entire world. I can do nothing but submit. My arms grow tired and you wrap me in yours, pressing yourself tightly against me with my limp arms trapped against your chest. I cry into your shoulder and you massage the small of my back. You rock me gently like the baby I am. I feel ashamed of myself. When I look at you again my eyes are so filled with tears your sweet face is little more than a blur.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?” you ask.

I avert my eyes, unable to meet your penetrating, interrogating stare. “You know,” I whisper.

“No.”

I try to swallow, but my throat is dry. “Put your cock in me, baby.”

You turn your ear to me and ask me to repeat it. I do and you say, “How much do you want it?” With tears streaming down my face I struggle to speak, but my throat is too tight. You ask me again tauntingly, “How much do you want it? Speak up!”

With my ego beaten down and feeling utterly humiliated I manage to whisper, “More than my life.” I manage to turn and look at you. “I want it more than my life.” I tug on you with both my hands. “I’m begging you, baby, I’m begging you.”

At that moment, your thighs release mine and I feel you slip into me, straight up to my cervix. I scream out in shock. The sudden feeling of you penetrating me so deeply makes me come almost immediately. I squeeze my arms and legs around you so tightly and I shudder against you violently. For a few moments I stop breathing and I almost pass out. I’m poised at the top of a mountain of pleasure, suspended there for an age before I convulse and shake my way down the other side. The head of your beautiful penis pressing against my womb sends sharp sensations sparking up and down my body. Then you begin to slowly make love to me. I feel every little wrinkle and ridge of your penis sliding back and forth within me. My orgasm fades and I open my eyes to gaze at your face. You’re concentrating so hard on pacing yourself and giving me all that you have. I now have the patience to match the rhythm of your fucking, though it is incredibly slow.

My hips grind and circle with gentle deliberation, responding to the sweet motion of your fucking. I fondle your chest and stomach, tracing the ridges and hills of your hard muscles.

You lift yourself and hold my legs in the air while you steadily increase the pace of your thrusts. I squeeze and fondle my tits. Then you bring my legs together and hug them against your chest. This tightens my pussy, increasing our pleasure. You kiss the soles of my feet and lick my ankles. You force yourself into me harder and deeper. You lean forwards against my legs until my knees are almost bumping my face with each of your thrusts. You stop for a few moments and we gaze at each other.

“Ooh baby,” I gasp, “you feel so sweet inside me.”

You lift yourself off my legs and continue like before. My feet slip from your shoulders and the soles rest against your chest. Then I slowly cross my legs until my left foot can feel your hard left nipple press against the sole and the same with my right. The extra pressure of my pussy around you makes us both cry out in ecstasy. Eventually you allow my legs to fall to one side. You grip my hip and thrust faster, pounding my body, knocking the breath out of me. I squeeze my legs together and tighten my pussy as much as I can. With all your strength you force yourself into me, but you’re unable to maintain the same athletic speed.

You lie down beside me, press yourself against my back, hug me closely and begin to spoon me. You grip my hips again and pull me onto you. I grind my ass cheeks against your belly, then you start your wonderful quick thrusts. I feel your hot breath in my ear and it sends shivers down my spine. You reach down between my legs and find my clitty surprisingly easily. You rub it vigorously while your cock slams into my vagina. My orgasm erupts suddenly like a violent explosion. I scream and wail, juddering and convulsing while you barely miss a beat. I feel my pussy spasming up and down your hard length, quickly gripping you, releasing you, then gripping you tightly again.

You take a long pause to help me regain some of my breath. I enjoy the feeling of your entire body pressed into mine. You throb fervently deep inside me. I stroke your legs with my foot. I turn my head and we kiss passionately. We exchange the blood from our broken lips. My leg becomes entangled in yours.

With you still buried deep inside me, you roll me onto my front. I lift myself and you hug me from above. You lick my ear and your thrusts start again like a train slowly gathering speed. You lift yourself slightly to fondle my boobs, then leave them to wobble and swing by themselves as you kneel and grip my ass. You knead my cheeks and force them apart. I hiss with pleasure as I feel a little drop of your spit land on my anus. You rub it on the hole and massage the skin around it. Then I feel your fingertip probe inside. A brief sharp pain is followed by a sweet stimulating sensation that wonderfully compliments the poking of your prick in my pussy. I look over my shoulder at your lovely body rearing above me, so proud and strong. You’re banging away at me now so violently and fingering me so fast and hard that I almost feel I am being raped, but I love you for it and I wish we could be like this forever.

Another orgasm builds inside me, more slowly than the last but it hits me with greater force. I lose complete control of myself and, this time, I actually pass out for a moment. My knees buckle and I find myself lying on my front again with you on top of me, squeezing my breath out of me. You fuck me even harder and faster with an animal strength and a frenzied desperation. You thump away at my ass, screwing me more deeply than ever before. I cross my ankles and tense my thighs. Your penis massages my g spot with each thrust, but pushes on harder and further until it knocks at the door to my uterus. Your helmet bursts inside and I begin to cry. You withdraw slightly, then thrust deeply into me again, over my g spot and into my womb, battering aside the door of my cervix. Tears stream from my eyes and I

sob like a child. When you feel your orgasm build you push all the way in and hold yourself there until the head of your cock bursts open and floods my innards with streams of hot boycum. You’re grunting and groaning like a bull. Each throbbing ejaculation is like a violent blow to my insides. I blubber and wail as if I’ve been violated against my will. I have never wanted you more, nor loved you more than this, my sweet love. My pussy ejaculates and squirts girlcum into your balls. Each spurt is accompanied by my screams. You collapse onto me and kiss my nape. You’re utterly spent, exhausted by your love for me. My body is quivering beneath you from my toes to my head and I have never felt so good, so happy, so loved.

When you lift off me we gaze at each other, kiss and hold each other gently.

“Who’s my beautiful Babygirl?” you ask.

“I am, always,” I reply, and I bend down to lick the cum from your lovely cock.

Then you lick the cream from my pussy. She can’t wait to feel you inside her again. As we fuck once more it seems like this is all I ever have known, or will know. Our bodies are one and the ecstasy created by their union is all there is, or ever will be.

I stand up and walk to the bathroom hearing you rise up behind me. Following me you ask me the question that’s been burning in your mind since our first kiss.

“Do you want me to put a baby inside you?” you come up behind me as you kiss my neck and caress my tits. I know this is an obsession for you, your mission that must be accomplished. Most men can’t stand pregnant women; they think they’re fat and ugly, but not you. Every time you see a pregnant belly, your cock stands at attention, as if to salute. You’re all for breastfeeding in public, as long as you can watch with that bulge in your shorts.

Our pornography collection seems more like the videos you would find at the obstetrician. You’re always bringing home some new movie where a sexy woman with a bulging belly is getting satisfied by one or two young studs or other pregnant women. You love to watch as a woman gets her tits milked and pussy eaten as though she were a cow, spraying forth her life-giving nectar from dark brown nipples. You are ready for fatherhood and a baby of your own.

You’ve dreamt of the day when you would be able to bury yourself deep within a womb and coat it with your hot, potent seed. You’d give anything to watch a belly go from flat to curvy, to have a rounded belly to hold and bathe in your cum, and a tit dripping with milk to suckle, to fill your belly as you’ve filled hers.

“That will be you, someday,” you’ve told me as you watch a pregnant woman sucking tits while she is fucked by a man.

I am ready to accept your seed and have it grown inside me. You’ve been planning this for months. You’ve read all the books and websites about fertility. You’ve charted the thickness of my cervical mucus and you know my cycle better than I do. I’ve been on a special diet and taken herbs designed to make my body the perfect receptacle for your love batter. And now, you say, today is the day it happens. Now is the time. I am at my most fertile at this very moment; never will I be more prepared to receive your seed within me and have it grow into your baby, stretching me, filling me.

I stand naked in front of our bathroom vanity, on display for both of us. You are behind me, and I can feel the hardness of you—your arms, your abs, your cock. I watch as your hands caress my breasts, your fingertips lightly running over the small pink nubs of my puckered nipples, teasing, exciting. You mold and shape my breasts as they spill from your hands. They are no more than a handful and the nipples are rather small, but you love them. You start from the sides and move toward to nipples, pushing them together.

“Just imagine how much bigger they are going to get when you have my baby inside of you,” you whisper to me. “These will be so hard and tight like a drum, and your nipples will be so dark. I can’t wait to watch your milk flow out of these lovely nipples. You’ll be my little fountain.” You

begin to pull harder on my nipples, elongating them, as if you are milking me and milk is spraying out right now. You will milk me when the time comes. You have told me that. You want to keep my tits full of milk, and milk works on a supply and demand system.

“And this belly,” you say as one of your hands leaves a breast to stroke me up and down. “Oh, I can just picture how round and sexy you’re going to be. This is where my baby is going to live, and it’s going to fill you up and stretch you and make you so beautiful. That’s what your body was made to do. ” You spin me around and sit me up on the sink.

“Your body was made to make babies. Your tits were made for sucking.” You bring one to your lips and trace the areola with your tongue before taking it full in your mouth and sucking strongly. I tremble and gasp and thread my fingers through your dark hair, mashing your face into my breast. I love your mouth on my tits. I can come just from you sucking them, and I need to come so badly right now. You don’t play favorites with my breasts, and you take the other in your mouth as proof. I moan softly and gasp as your teeth nip me gently, sending a jolt through to my uterus.

“Oh, baby, your body was meant to be full. Your tits are made to be full of milk, and your belly was meant to be full of baby, and this pussy—” here you bend down and spread my legs wide, opening my pussy to your gaze. I’m so wet that it glistens in the light. I’m shaved except for a small red strip leading directly to my clit. You stick a finger in me and smear some of my juices on it, rubbing gently.

“This pussy, this beautiful pussy was made to be full of my cock and cum. I wanna keep you full, baby.” With that you kiss my bald lips. I can feel your tongue dart in and out, fucking me, tasting me. You lick me up and down, while your hands pull and squeeze my tits. You find my clit, and tease and suck it, and I can feel the tight coil contracting in my belly. It feels so good. I’m going to cum!

“Aaah,” I gasp, holding your head between my legs, pressing your hand to my breasts. I want more.

“You’re ready for a baby,” you say. “You taste like you’re ready to be bred.” I look down at your hard cock, veins bulging, dripping with precum. It looks so very potent. Perhaps the sperm that’s going to do the job is staring at me at this very moment. Precum can get you pregnant, too, you’ve told me. That’s why, even though I love to suck your cock, you hold off. It must all go to my pussy. All for the cause. You take your cock in one hand and the back of my knee in the other. You run the tip all along my slit, getting it nice and wet. But there’s no need. I’m dripping so much, I can feel it run down my leg.

“Do it now,” I whisper, practically begging. “Give me your baby.” I look down and watch as inch by inch your cock disappears inside of me, until it is gone, and I feel you against my cervix. You pull out, and then slide in again. I grip your shoulders and wrap my legs around you, holding you inside of me.

“Fuck me, darling,” I cry, “Fuck me until I’m full of your seed. I want to make us a baby, and I want you to drink me.” You pull out of me, despite my protests, and spin me around once more so I am facing the sink. You place my hands on the edge of the sink and brace yourself behind me.

“I want you to watch as it happens,” you say. “I want you to see what it looked like when you were impregnated.” You turn my head up and I lock eyes with myself in the mirror. You grip my hips and begin pistoning in and out of me in earnest.

“Almost there, baby,” you grunt, “Here it comes. Here’s my baby. Aaaah.” You grip my tits and I feel you go rigid. You are so close to my cervix that I feel the pressure of your cum. It’s so sweet. I know you are sending millions of your best swimmers inside of me, to fill me, to make me pregnant. I cum again, a sweet, sensation, making my pussy squeeze your cock buried firmly inside of me.

We stay like this for a while, you bent over me with your cock inside of me, keeping your seed inside so that it can go to work. Your

fingers pull and squeeze my already sore nipples and tease my raw clit. I come again, sucking the sperm deeper inside of me. After a while, I feel you become hard again, and you lay me down on the bathroom floor. You slide some towels under my hips and dump another load of your love juice inside of me. We fall asleep like this, joined. We will have beautiful babies together.

I awake hours later to a mouth on my breast and a cock slipping in and out. I lose count of how many times you cum inside of me. I have no doubt that there’s an egg waiting inside of me, and you’ve put so much sperm inside of me that it doesn’t stand a chance. I know that I must be pregnant.

I feel so wild and wicked, lost in swooning feelings of pleasure as a hard cock is pounding into my pussy. With every deep, hard, deliberate thrust his balls collide with my clitoris. I’m pinned to the table in a perfect position. I couldn’t get up, not that I want to. I don’t want this to stop. I want more and harder.

There is no courtship this time, no slow work up, no time for thinking. It starts with a sudden passionate embrace from behind. Your hands capture me by the sides of my waist and pulled me a little backwards into you. As your strong muscular arms closed around me sliding your hands across my abdomen it triggers the most lustful acceptance of your advance. I feel my face flush, my legs go weak and a moistening in my pussy all at the same time. Your hot breath on my neck and the touch of your lips makes me lean my head backwards closing my eyes. I can feel my nipples erecting, pushing outwards and craving attention.

I try to turn and face you but you make it clear that you have other ideas. Your arms grip me a little firmer making it impossible for me to turn. I can feel your body pressing firmly against mine. Your manhood pressing into the dip between my arse cheeks leaves no doubt as to what was to come.

I love that your need to inseminate me has dominated your thoughts. This is unexpected and now my heart is racing, I can hear and feel every beat of my heart, feeling so aroused, my breathing so deep and fast I am almost panting. Willing doesn’t describe how I felt, yes I was willing but so much more than that, I was in need. I needed this copulation just as much as he did. He was right - my body was made for him and I am destined to carry his offspring.

My hips press into the bed by the force of the body pressing into me from behind. Your forehead slides down the back of my neck and as you become level with the top of my shoulders you push me forward. I need no encouragement, I can see this unfolding in my mind and the picture was looking good to me. Such clear sexual imagery in my lust filled thoughts just fuels my excitement. As I collapse down onto the bed your strong hand applies enough pressure onto the middle of my back to makes it clear that this is where I am to stay. I feel so dominated… so sexy, I am so ready and so wanting. My pussy years to be invaded.

I am relieved to discover that the foreplay is unusually short this time. One hand returns to my back confirming that I am to stay in this position. To comfort my position I grip the far edge of the bed with both hands. This helps me raise my ass slightly, giving you better access. I feel a hand exploring the top of my leg and tracing the rounded shape of my arse. I part my legs wide, I know that in this position it would make for easy access to my labia and my clit and you accept the invitation.

Your hand traces down my ass, the fingers pressing gently against me forcing my labia between them, the naughty thumb pressing firmly against me tracing circles around my anus as it passed by. As the palm presses against me I can’t help groaning in pleasure as your fingers reach all the way forward and tug on my pubic hair. I feel the presence of something else, soft, hotter than the hand… oh yes… here it comes… this was just what I wanted, what I need, what I was begging for.

I don’t dare utter a word for fear that if you knew how much I wanted your hard pulsing cock inside me then

you would hold back and tease me. Your fingers part my lips gently but firmly as I feel the smooth hot head of your cock press against them and slide all the way forward to tease my clitoris.

You pull back enough to guide the head of your cock to the entrance of my pussy and then gently press your way into me. I love the feeling of your cock expanding my pussy as you first enter me… penetration is simply the best… I love it… having you open me and feeling your manhood take my femininity. You begin to fuck me with short thrusts to begin with. In just a little and then all the way out as your engorged cock stretches me to my fullest.

So dripping wet and ready, it doesn’t take you long to penetrate me with your entire length. This is everything to me, I need the feeling of being full, I’m lost in a world of ecstasy feeling you thrusting in and out of me. You knows just what to do to get me really excited, you vary the depth and the speed, sometimes teasing and tormenting. Each time you thrust into me I try to grip your cock as tight as I can. I want to keep it there, it is hard and aroused for me… bacause of me… and I don’t want it to go.

Your strong hands tenderly but firmly massage my back and shoulders intensifying my pleasure and keeping me pinned down at the same time. I find the restraint such a hot turn on. It is totally clear to me that I can go nowhere. I must accept your seed and I will, gladly. I smile to myself as the bed begins to creak and your moans increase with the tempo of our sex.

Your need has obviously become as urgent as mine. Your thrusts are long and deep. The speed increases… faster and faster. I feel the tension rising inside me that means I don’t have long before an orgasm is going to tear its way through me. I try to ignore it…Try to make it go away… but it gets stronger and stronger. My tits are on fire. My nipples hard and sensitive and running into the sheets beneath me. My pussy is making hot squishy sounds and my ass cheeks are being slapped by your frantic lower abdomen.

There is a knock at the bedroom door and I hear the door handle rattling.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, muffled by my panting.

“Rachel? Ate you ok?”, I hear my little sister’s voice shout from behind the door.

“Don’t you fucking stop!” I growl at you, “Fuck me, fuck me, it’s OK. It’s ok Cassie!” I shout towards the door just as I see it open.

You seem oblivious, lost in the rhythm of our fornication. You are blissfully unaware that we now have an audience as your eyes close and your cock throbs inside of me. My little sister stands in the doorway, mouth agape, as we continue to fuck. This propels me to impossible new heights of lust.

“Oh yes! Fuck me faster, harder.” I blurt out distorted by our panting and grunting sounds. I want as I see my sister subconsciously reach between her own thighs with one hand as the other cups her developing right breast.

This is all too much for me. I feel my pussy start cramping into an orgasm as Cassie stands transfixed, looking straight at us.

She looks shocked but in awe of the energies that spark between your body and mine. I see a sudden flush of colour in her cheeks but she seems unable to move her eyes away. I am unable to speak as the most intense orgasm that I have ever had explodes its way through every muscle in my body.

I cannot help my physical reaction to the orgasm as my vagina contracts around your invading fuck tool, now balls deep and nuzzling my cervix. I lose all control to the orgasm as my mind and body surfs on the waves of pleasure. My body spasms and trembles beneath your firm grasp as you press your cock deep into my wanton hole.

Your hips press into my arse keeping your cock buried deep inside me and then I feel it happen… oh the ecstasy… your cock swells and twitches ainside my contracted pussy as I feel spurt after spurt unloading from you deep inside me. Each twitch triggers a new wave of pleasure that flows through my body. Your balls empty their precious contents into my fertile body as my sister looks on, our eyes locked together in this

intimate moment between you and I.

The orgasm may well have only been a minute or so but it seems like such a long time and feel like the only important thing in the universe. As you withdraw from me the rapturous waves of pleasure subside and I feel my body overcome by total relaxation. A peace, a calm that is almost spiritual. I feel exhausted. You sink not the bed on top of me, still between my legs, but I find your body weight comforting. I can feel every part of me still radiating heat. I could easily fall asleep, as I lie there my eyelids slowly open and focus.

I feel a sudden surge of adrenaline as I comprehend the form still watching from the doorway. It passes round my body feeling like needles touching my skin. The relaxed feeling is gone in a nanosecond and replaced by total embarrassment. Cassie immediately vanishes out of sight.

“Don’t go!” I call after her, struggling for breath, trying desperately to sound composed as I scramble around getting clothes back into place. We looked at each other with big guilty smiles on our faces.

Cassie steps sheepishly back into view in the doorway, “I’m really sorry, I did say I would come round this afternoon. You did say to just come in. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s OK. I’m sorry, it’s my fault, it’s OK really.” I blurt out, unable to help the giggle in my voice as you dive beneath the duvet.

Pulling the rest of my clothes straight I look round the door into the hallway. Cassie was leaning against the wall with a face that looked beetroot red.

“Coffee?” I offer.

Cassie looks at me, bursts into a big smile that breaks all of the tension and says “I’ll make it, don’t think you have any energy left, Sis.”

I can feel my cheeks colouring again as I smile and shrug.

“I’m jealous, that looked amazing.” she said deliberately avoiding looking at me.

“Yeah, it really was.” I smile as I feel your seed deep down my thighs. “How do you feel about becoming an Aunt?”