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.

——–

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

Bound

Rachel lay in the warm silence of his bedroom, her small, lithe form on her side, stretched out across the neatly made bed. Her crimson hair was pooled around her shoulders, neck and face. Her utterly naked flesh was tingling in anticipation. She had never felt so sensitive to her surroundings.

Indeed, she had been denied a few of her senses and abilities this evening. Her eyes were blinded by a dense black length of silk, folded, rolled and tied about her head. To her eyes, there was nothing but utter darkness.

A raw leather strap bound her wrists tightly, almost painfully tight. She had no way of covering herself, no way of shielding her body. She liked the feeling of helplessness though; she had her tilted back and to the side, her soft, pale neck and throat exposed. Her small, soft breasts betrayed her delight even further. Erect nipples quivered in anticipation.

She had done this to herself at his command, bound and blinded and bedded herself. Now she waited, wondered, dreamt behind the darkness over her eyes. Desire made her body feel hot, sensual and needy. She occasionally squirmed, twitched, seized tightly. The heat in her belly was rising, slowly, surely.

Gentle sound broke the silence. Her ears picked up the soft padding of footsteps. They were approaching her, long strides upon the soft carpet. Anticipation pulled her stomach into a knot, made her body tense. Without consciously willing it, her tongue slithered past her full, plush lips and circled over them wetly.

The steps came closer, closer, till she could hear his gentle footsteps circle the bed and stop at the side. He had not touched a single finger upon her, yet his presence was smoldering, overpowering.

His eyes were upon her, scanning the smooth, creamy bare flesh. She arched her back, fingernails digging into her palms. The inability to see or to touch was suddenly maddening. She wanted him, more than just his mighty presence before her. On her, in her, at one with her. Yet she remained silent and tried to be patient.

His fingertips came to rest on her temple. She yelped, unable to help herself. Her mouth hung open, nearly drooling as his fingertips glided slowly, easily down her cheek. His index finger stopped and began stroking in circles over her perfectly puffy lips. She gasped, panted. She could feel a flow of hot, sticky moisture between her legs. Every nerve ending became searing hot and tingly, pleading for his touch.

Her mouth hung open with sexual hunger, moaning as two fingers slid past her lips, resting softly on her tongue. She moaned, a deep, rumbling moan from her throat. The taste of his flesh was raw, hot, exquisite.

“Suck, your sweetness,” came his deep, calm voice from above. The sound filled her ears, piercing her mind. There was no mental process at this point, her body merely complied quickly. Her mouth closed, her tongue wrapping about the tips of his fingers. She sucked, deeply, slowly, tilting her head back and forth. Her thighs clenched tightly, her toes curled into the sheets.

She lost herself in this simple task, not even minding that she was drooling rather sloppily at the edges of her pursed lips. Her ears caught the sound of a pleased sigh falling from her master’s lips. She reveled in the small sound, grasped his approval and held it tight to her to her soul.

She nearly cried out in frustration as his fingers slid back and left her lips. She whimpered through a slack mouth, desire crackling deep inside her, making her body quake.

“Sit up,” he said, firmly. The command in his voice was so powerful. Again, there was no mental process, no need to think. Her body, almost automatically, straightened and rose to a sitting position.

She heard his movement, felt the bed shift. He slid neatly behind her, bringing his strong, raw hands to rest on her shoulders. She swore in that moment she could feel every ridge, every line, every detail of those wonderful hands. She mewled, nearly purred, shivered.

His hands glided over the curve of her shoulders, down her arms to her elbows, then back up. She shook despite herself; he was using only the slightest, simplest touches, and yet her brain was already flooded in endorphin.

His fingertips glided inward, neatly brushing her blood-red locks to the side, forward over her shoulder. A few seconds later, she could feel his warm breath, breathing softly, steadily at the base of her neck. Her body tightened and her lips quivered uncontrollably. Oh, how he stoked the furnace inside her so skillfully.

Next came the warm, wet, slick tip of his tongue, drawing figure eights along her spine, from the base of her neck, slowly up to her hairline and then back down. She cooed and purred, tilting her head forward as her muscles tensed. She couldn’t stop shivering and twitching.

His tongue slithered across the back of her neck to the side, till it found her pounding pulse beneath her creamy, soft skin. He bit down, suddenly, quite hard, not hard enough to break the skin, but Rachel could feel the sharp edges and points digging into her flesh. She cried out as he growled, releasing her flesh and kissing her neck tenderly. She panted as he kissed across the back of her neck to the other side.

Another bite dug hard into her flesh. He practically gnawed and sucked at the tender delicious flesh, again, taking care not to break her skin. He was certainly rough, but Rachel did nothing to deny him, tilting her head to the side, offering herself to him. She felt electric pleasure crackling between her legs, and was dimly aware that her inner thighs were coated in a hot, sticky layer of her nectar.

His hands seized her shoulders and yanked her back against him, ravenously kissing and gnawing along her neck, throat and shoulder. His chest pressed to her back, the lines of powerful musculature felt easily on her skin. Then another realization jolted her; he was completely nude, as she could feel the throbbing steel hardness of his manhood pressing to her buttocks!

She gasped, her breathes coming in short, quick bursts. Her head was spinning. Her master’s lovely cock was barely even an inch from her grasp … she would only need to shift slightly to be able to take it into her hands. She had not yet been permitted to though. Nonetheless, she somewhat enjoyed his hard grinding against her ass, which was uncontrollably wriggling back into his raging length.

For quite sometime they remained locked this way, back to chest, Rachel tilted back, her beloved kissing, licking, biting up and down her neck, throat and cheek. Meanwhile, Rachel grinded the scrumptious curves of her ass against his cock. She could feel thick, sticky gobs of his seed leaking out, coating her ass. The passage of time was meaningless, neither could care less if they remained this way forever

He tilted her head back and kissed her, deeply, furiously upon her lips. It was a crushing, powerful kiss, like a storm channeled from him to her. His soft voice flowed across her lips as he spoke.

“Lie back, my angel. Let your head hang off the edge of the bed.” As he finished his words, he kissed her cheek and slid off the bed. Her motions were surprisingly fluid given her bound state, easily twisting, turning, stretching her legs outward. She leaned slowly back, blood red locks spilling off the edge of the bed as she tilted her head back.

Again, she could feel his presence standing over her. An immense heat, almost searing. Incredibly powerful, dominating, owning her utterly.

She felt an incredible heat press gently to her lips … the head of his wonderful cock. She gasped sharply, nearly had to bite her tongue to keep it from darting out to meet his manhood. He teased her, the bulbous, swollen crown being rubbed across her wet, quivering lips.

She whimpered, whined like a hungry kitten. Her lips were so sensitive at this point, she could feel how massively engorged he was, the pulsing heat raging in his sword of flesh. Could feel his slit drooling crystalline precum all over her lips, leaving them sticky and messy.

“Hungry, my love?” he said in a soft, almost bemused voice.

She gulped air into her lungs, almost unable to speak for a moment. “Yesssssss,” she moaned out, the single word barely coherent. Her lust was breaking her down, stripping her of any and all refinement, leaving her little more than a feral creature driven by raw, perverse hunger.

Not that she minded.

He gently pressed forward, inserting his bloated cock-crown into the soaking heat of her mouth. Her heart nearly jumped for joy for the chance to finally taste him this way.

“Suck it my love. Suck as much as you like.” And she did. Though it was just the head of his cock, she didn’t care. She suckled at the plum-sized organ as if it was the most impossibly delicious thing on earth. Indeed, to her it was. In this moment, she was utterly focused, closing and clutching her mouth to fit perfect around him, Her tongue dancing, frolicking lovingly around the bulging tumescence.

She was rewarded with one gob of precum after another, eagerly swallowing them. With each passing moment, she became more feverish, writhing, her hips rolling and grinding.

“So horny … such a needy little girl,” came his beautiful voice from above. “Needing to cum, I imagine. Let go, sweet slave. Let your pussy explode.”

That final word, explode. He said it so lusciously, in such a dripping wet, lascivious manner. His permission, his words … she did explode, oh heaven help her did she explode.

Her hips bucked madly, her back arching till it hurt. She thought she would turn fully inside out. She screamed, wailed madly against a steely mouthful of cock. One bolt of raging release coursed through her after another, gathering from the very core of her form and surging out through her pussy like an unstoppable tidal wave. She could hear fluid jetting from her furious cunt and splashing down on the bed.

Before she could gather herself to continue pleasuring her master, he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. His hands encircled her neck and he began to glide forward. Dizzy, barely conscious, Rachel somehow managed to remembered to utterly relax her throat, allowing him to easily bury his full delicious meat inside of her.

She felt his heavy balls come rest against her face, the musky, powerful scent of his manhood filling her nose. The scent dizzied, aroused her, as if his semen-bloated orbs were leaking raw pheromone. He swiveled and thrust against her, his prodigious, stony pillar stretching her mouth, filling her throat, leaving puddles of his sweet seed inside her. He grinded his groin lewdly against her face, her senses overwhelmed by the massive sexual power her possessed.

He began to fuck her mouth and throat, long, slow, fluid strokes. The way his steely spear glided easily over her tongue and into the dripping wet depths of her throat was pleasurable in and of itself to Rachel. She knew he took great pleasure from fucking her this way. She would gulp gently as he buried himself fully inside her, making the walls of her throat clench in undulating waves around his delicious meat.

His hands glided from her neck, over her collarbones and up to her chest. His fingertips touched lightly to the trembling peaks of her impossibly hardened nipples. They swirled lightly, his slight, playful touch making her thrust her chest aggressively up at him.

He continued to tease her aching nipples as his hips grinded down on her, slowly but forcefully mouthfucking her. His deep, lusty moans filled her ears, bringing her an indescribable joy. She loved that her body brought him such pleasure.

His hands pressed down hard on her breasts as he braced himself. He slammed his hips forward, ramming himself violently down her throat, his great heavy balls smacking audibly into her face. Again he drove forward forcefully, showing none of the gentleness he had afforded her earlier.

He became a freight train, his brutal thrusts gathering speed and force. His fingers clawed into her tender flesh as he began pounding her mouth and throat. Truth be told, it hurt slightly, but Rachel endured his punishing fuck. She’d be lying if she tried to say she didn’t like his cruel roughness at least somewhat.

Indeed, muffled moans rumbled in her chest and throat as he greedily used her body for his pleasure. His erection was becoming impossibly swollen and engorged as his climax grew close. Rachel was growing dizzy from the merciless pounding.

Suddenly a fierce growl came from above and his cock completely left her body. Barely conscious, gasping for air, Rachel had no chance to react when his semen began blasting into her slack mouth, splashing messily across her lips and cheeks.

She coughed, sputtered, unfortunately not as prepared as she would’ve liked. Several dense ropes of his cum coated her tongue and face, as her master’s cries of pleasure echoed through her senses.

For a few minutes thereafter, the only sound was the two of them panting, gasping, trying to each regain their senses. Rachel eventually found herself swirling her tongue lewdly through the creamy load he had filled her maw with.

As she enjoyed the taste and texture of his wonderful seed, her ears picked up movement once more. He paced around and calmly stepped onto the bed again. He wasn’t finished. She snapped her head forward and up despite her lack of sight, wondering what was in store for her.

His powerful hands easily grasped around her slender calves, pulling her legs open wide and dragging her up till she was hanging upside down in his grasp. She whimpered softly at how weightless her body was in her master’s grasp.

“Oh my,” he said, a wicked twinge in his voice. “Such a wet sticky mess down here. I should really help clean all this up.”

Rachel gasped out loud as his tongue began lapping at her nectar soaked inner thighs. He moaned softly as he did, obviously relishing her taste. The muscles in her legs tensed as moved back and forth, dragging long, hot, loving licks from the very tops of her inner thighs, all the way up to her knee.

The sensation was so glorious, so sensual, it brought tears to her blinded eyes. Her voice was trapped in one continuous moan. She couldn’t feel the bed beneath her, couldn’t feel the straps trapping her arms, couldn’t feel the blindfold cinched around her head. Her consciousness, and her body with it, was somewhere else entirely, only aware of her master’s sexual affections.

Her mind and body were suddenly jolted by him biting, ravenously, into the soft, creamy flesh of her thigh. His teeth dug deep, pulling back and then sinking in at a different spot. The pain was sharp, but quickly melted into pleasure. Rachel’s hips jerked as her back arched, her toes curling so tight that her feet ached.

Again and again the sharpness of his teeth clenched her skin roughly, never drawing blood, but coming agonizingly close. She hardly even cared at this point. Her mind was empty but for a swirling maelstrom of ecstasy.

He quickly buried his face into her pussy, his tongue plunging easily through her soaking labia. He maniacally ate her out, his tongue darting inside of her wildly, his lips suckling hungrily at her cum soaked flesh.

Rachel’s body quaked. Her throat tried to scream, but was too dry and hoarse. She could feel blood leaking from her palms as her fingernails dug into them. His lips encircled her clit and began suckling at it furiously. He wanted to send her soaring over the edge.

And when his teeth bit down upon her screaming clit, that’s exactly what happened. She finally managed to scream in unleashed pain and pleasure. She was dimly aware of his teeth clenching tighter, pulling her clit up. Her orgasm screamed outward from her cunt, draining her utterly. Her body finally short circuited, and consciousness left her.

Time had passed when Rachel finally regained consciousness. She was not sure how much. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision cloudy (as was her mind). Darkness, utter darkness, was all that greeted her, though oddly, she could not feel the blindfold. She realized the room had been completely darkened.

The next realisation was that her arms were no longer bound, the strap gone and her hands free. Her palms stung, and her wrists burned from the leather being strapped so tightly to her.

She was laying on her back in the darkness … but then quickly realised she was not alone. Her head was neatly laid against her master’s groin. She mused it was both erotic and strangely cozy to have her head against his considerable endowments.

“Are you alright, my love?” came his gentle voice, penetrating the darkness.

“Sore … drained … but happy … why is it so dark? I wanted to see you …”

“That wasn’t the point of tonight. You see me all the time … I wanted to show you that it wasn’t important … to feel, to know of my presence, that’s what I want you to consider important. I am here, even if you can’t see me.”

He was right. Rachel, as she was able to blindfolded, could feel him, his presence, his warmth … his love. Cradled against his body, filled with his love, she let sleep take her.

My Creampie

Jeff and I have been sexually active with each other for the last two years, but we’ve never had unprotected sex. Now, a week after my eighteenth birthday, my mom is taking off for the weekend and I am going to be home alone. By that I mean that I am very much going to be not alone. Jeff and I are going to consummate our long love-affair by FINALLY fucking like rabbits as nature intended.

Mom left early this morning for the whole weekend, leaving me alone with Jeff sneaking into the house. He made me a really nice breakfast and when we were eating we got to talking about what we were going to get to do that day. I got really nervous at first thinking about finally getting cream pied by my wonderful boyfriend, but after we talked for a while, he had me perfectly calmed down. He told me how he’d be gentle and make sure I was comfortable all the time, and then we went to take a shower. Together.

It was great! First he told me he wanted to undress me himself, like unwrapping a present, and he took his time getting me out of my blouse and my skirt, as always thrilled that I dressed without panties. He put his hand between my legs and gently stroked my already slightly damp pussy lips, smiling at me. He told me how much he looked forward to finally getting to make love to me. We got in the shower and I soaped him up, washing him carefully to make sure that both he and I are squeaky clean for the night to come.

While I was washing him, I went down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, sucking him slowly, licking all around the head, flicking the little slit and making him jump, tasting the delicious pre-cum. I wanted to make sure that he didn’t cum too soon for our first time, so I sucked and stroked him until he came in my mouth and I swallowed it like the sweetest nectar, looking up at him. He looked down at me and I could tell he loved me, and that it meant a lot to him that I swallowed his sticky load. And I knew it turned him on.

I got up and we finished our shower, not bothering to towel off. We had taken so long in the shower that it was almost lunch time, so we ordered some pizza just so we’d have the energy for later. He asked me to answer the door just like I was – dripping wet and in the nude – and I did, just for him, and the delivery boy left with a hard-on. It always gives Jeff a sense of pride when other guys get turned on by me. But he knows he’s the ONLY one that gets to touch me.

After we ate a little pizza, I excused myself to go brush my teeth and make sure I looked nice for him, and I went into my room and lit a couple candles and a stick of incense – I love the scent of it – and closed all the blinds so we could have some privacy. He came into the room – I could tell he’d done a little cleaning up himself – and smiled at me, taking me in his arms and kissing me deeply, sticking his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it with a little moan, taking his semi-hard cock in my hand and starting to stroke it slowly.

He pushed me backwards until I sat down on the bed and let go of his dick, and he went to his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs apart – FAR apart – and just staring at my newly hairy pussy. He asked me to leave it natural and now I know why. He started petting it a little, smiling to himself, saying what a pretty pussy I have. Then he spread my lips open with his fingers and put his mouth over me, sucking my inner lips into his mouth and moaning quietly, letting go with a little smacking noise and licking all the way from my wet hole to my hard, throbbing clit. He flicked my clit rapidly with his tongue, making me squirm and moan, thrusting my hips up to meet his mouth. Then he sucked on it hard, nipping it with his teeth and making me squeal. He thrust two of his fingers inside of me, curling them to stroke my g-spot until I was on the brink of cumming.

Then he pulled away, leaving me panting and in desperate need to cum. He said that would make it easier for me to take him inside my tight pussy. He stood up, pulling my legs around so I was lying down on the bed, my hips propped up slightly on a comfortable pillow. He got up on the bed with me, spreading my legs open and kissing my breasts, suckling on my nipples like he knows I LOVE. While he was doing that and I was nice and relaxed, he guided the head of his cock to my wet opening, rubbing it up and down to use my wetness to get him slick, sliding it over my clit for a few seconds to start me writhing again. We decided to do this without a condom since we’re both clean and I wanted my first time to be the best it could be.

Once he was nice and slick with my juices, he started to gently push the head of his cock past my tight opening, and I gasped quietly at the huge invasion, but it didn’t hurt. Then he stopped and kissed me and told me to relax because he was going to fuck me, and he thrust forward hard, burying himself all the way inside my hot vagina. He wasn’t overside in the length department but his girth stretched me more than enough. The penetration always felt wonderful but without the layer of latex between us it took it to another level. I whimpered and shivered beneath him as I felt myself open up, filled with my boyfriends meat. He gave me a little time to get used to his size and let the burning sensation go down and I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded, telling him to go ahead.

He started to thrust slowly, taking care that I was always comfortable and not in any pain. Soon enough there wasn’t any pain at all and I was thrusting up against him, picking up my legs and putting them over his shoulders, letting him put as much of his hard cock inside of me as possible and I started to pant, wrapping my arms around his neck.

After ten minutes of slow, gentle fucking, I felt myself starting to tense up and I got even wetter, my back arching up against him and my legs clenching together as my young clasping cunt spasmed around his throbbing cock and I came harder than I ever had in my life! I could feel his balls swinging and the sound of our flesh slapping together as he continued to pump his hips. He looked deeply into my eyes and his breathing became laboured as I felt his cock throb and his body stiffen. It only took him a few more thrusts for him to cum deep inside my unprotected pussy and I moaned when I felt that searing warmth spreading all over. His spurting member filled me with his cream and I imagined his sperm flooding my womb. This was they way it was meant to be.

He collapsed over me and kissed me gently and I smiled up at him happily. I had finally given my precious fertile body to Jeff, my wonderful boyfriend, and I felt amazing.

He pulled out and laid down next to me, catching his breath. His perescent seed immediately began to ooze from my pouting pussy. I beamed with delight, finally owning my first cream pie. We lay like that and talked and cuddled and laughed for a while, thrilled that we had this whole weekend to make love all over the house, and my mom would be none the wiser.

After half an hour, I started stroking his cock again with my fingers, getting him hard again while I whispered dirty, nasty things in his ear. All the things I would let him do to me now that he had claimed me. Now that he had made me his little whore. It took no time at all for him to be ready to go again!

This time he wanted to take me from behind, like a bitch in heat, and that excited me! So I got up on my hands and knees, and even though I was a little sore, the thought still made me wet. And this time we weren’t going to be making soft, gentle love. He was going to fuck me like a whore ought to be fucked, used until I couldn’t even stand. And he definitely came through on that promise.

He kneeled behind me and pushed his cock into me quickly, holding my hips tightly in both hands and forcing me back against him as he fucked me in hard, long strokes, nearly pulling out before pushing all the way back in. My arms gave out and I fell with my cheek pressed to the mattress, his hands still holding my hips up, and it felt like I could feel his huge cock all the way up in my stomach.

I started to scream and cry out and moan loudly, begging him to fuck me faster, to fuck his little whore. Five minutes later I came again, squeezing his cock tightly in my brutally used cunt, screaming as I shuddered in my orgasm. But he wasn’t done. I’d told him how I’d been using my toys on my ass ever since we started talking about fucking, and he wanted to fuck my virgin ass… To take my anal virginity. So once I’d climaxed, he kept pumping in my pussy to soak himself in my girl-cum, getting slick, before pulling out. He fumbled around in my nightstand where I’d told him I kept the lube I bought for this, and he lubed me up nice and good, sliding one finger inside my puckered asshole to put some inside me, slowly stretching me out by adding more fingers until he had three inside me and I was nice and opened up.

Then he put the tip of his cock at my taboo hole and pushed, only going far enough to pop the big, mushroom head in, stopping there. He told me to work myself onto him and I did, groaning and wincing at the slight pain, but the pain was cancelled out by this amazing pleasure that was completely unsuspected. I stopped at one point and asked how much I had left, and he told e pushed forward a little so I could feel his balls rest against my pussy and told me I’d taken his entire length.

He started thrusting in short, slow strokes to get me opened and loose, moaning about how tight my ass was, even compared to my virgin cunt. Once I was relaxed and starting to get into it, pushing back against him, he stopped being gentle and slow and took my hips in his big hands, pounding into me roughly, panting and I could feel his sweat drip onto my back.

I started moaning after a little bit, really getting into it, screaming for him to pound my ass harder, to fuck his whore up the ass and make me his in every way.

I came again with him in my ass, and after that I was too tight to keep going. But luckily he was so close to cumming that when he felt my tight ass squeeze his hard cock, he exploded in my ass, and I could feel his warm, thick cum coating my insides.

I dropped to the bed and he fell on top of me, pulling out so I could be more comfortable, and he kissed me between my shoulder blades. Then he got up to clean himself off, coming back after what I thought was too long. I felt him climb back up on the bed and I smiled with my eyes closed, waiting for him to lie down next to me. But to my surprise, I felt him lay back over the top of me, opening my legs up only far enough to guide his once again hard cock – he can go forever! – into my aching, sore, and creamy pussy, closing my legs again to make even my sex that much tighter. He started to thrust into me slowly, but hard, long strokes that put him balls-deep inside of me, making me moan quietly at the slight pain that came from being used so many times after having my anal cherry popped. But it still felt good, and I never wanted him to stop.

But then I started to worry. I could tell he once again didn’t have a condom on, and I’m not on any kind of birth control. So I told him I was worried about getting pregnant. And do you know what he said? He said he’d been keeping track of my periods with me, and that I should be ovulating right now, and that he wants to get me pregnant. He said he’d done his research and he wanted me to have his baby. That just made me wetter, knowing he loved me so much he wanted to make a baby with me, and I started thrusting my hips up and backwards against him, wanting his cum in my fertile pussy. I started moaning for him to put a baby in me, to pour his seed in my whore cunt.

That did it for him and he came again – for the second time – in my grasping pussy, and he kept thrusting slowly until I came with a little gasp, biting at the pillow under my head.

He laid down over the top of me, leaving his softening cock in my cum-soaked cunt, stopping any of his cum from dripping out. We laid like that for almost ten minutes, talking quietly about nothing in particular until he rolled off and made me roll over, putting my legs up on the wall and tucking a pillow under my hips to raise them and use gravity to keep his cum in my pussy. He laid on his side next to me with a hand on my lower stomach.

He told me he loves me and I told him that I love him too, and he fell asleep against me, exhausted.

I got up an hour later, but since I know he wouldn’t want me to lose any of his precious cum, I put one of my vibrator’s inside my tender pussy, one that has a plug so it’s hands-free. I couldn’t help myself and I turned it on, and now I’m all wet again and he needs to sleep. I have a feeling he’ll be asleep for a few more hours, after which he’ll want to fuck again.

And I know I’ll be right there waiting, dripping wet with my legs wide open so he can fuck his woman and get her pregnant with his baby, soaking my insides with his sperm. Just the thought makes me want him again.

gamesmachine:

You come up behind me as I stand at the bathroom sink. I’m looking in the mirror and see your approach and your wicked smile. Your hands lightly caress my shoulders before your hands slide my hair out of your way. You bend your head and start kissing my neck. Soft, sweet kisses that soon turn rebellious. I can feel your teeth nip my soft skin as your hands slide down my front grabbing my large tits. I can feel your strong hands knead my tits, gentle at first but slowly growing momentum and intensity.

You tell me to look into the mirror, I do as told and marvel at the sight of your strong, masculine body against my soft womanly curves. I watch as if hypnotised as your hands continue their assault on my breasts, I watch as your tongue licks up my neck and towards my ear. You know I love the sight of seeing a woman’s tits grabbed from behind, you know what it does to me. I whimper at the simple beauty and the sheer roughness of it. I can see the small bruises starting to develop on the tender skin. I moan, I rub back against you, I can feel myself getting wetter, I want you.

I try to turn around to face you, but you don’t allow it. You whisper to me, “just watch baby.” I watch as your tongue licks the outer part of my ear, I can feel your hot breath in my ear. I can feel your hardened cock pressed against my ass. I watch your hands slide lower down my body. They glide past my stomach, and start to run through the tangle of black curls before my legs spread open for you. You smile again and ask, “impatient aren’t we?” You know the answer before you ever asked the question, I am always impatient for you and the things that you do to my body.

Your fingers deftly stroke the lips of my pussy. Again, I whimper and push against you. One hand reaches up to grab me by my hair, pulling my neck back sharply. Your fingers start to rub my swollen clit. Your mouth sucks on my neck in little spots here and there, turning the spots momentarily red. Two of your fingers slowly slide into me, I gasp at the feeling of it and imagining something entirely different sliding into me. Slowly you tease my pussy, you are in no hurry, you never are. You always try to teach me patience and we both know it never works. I press back against you pushing your fingers deeper inside of me. I swivel my hips on your fingers and it causes my ass to sway back and forth over your cock.

I can see that this affects you as much as it does me. I continue to rub against you. You lean down and turn my face to the side and kiss me. Just lips touching lips. Then your tongue slowly slides into my mouth, touching my tongue before moving back. Again, your tongue invades my mouth, dances with my tongue and grazes over my lips. You suck on my bottom lip and start to nibble on it. I try to lean forward some so I can be more in control of the kiss, I want to suck your tongue and nibble on your lip, but you jerk me back by my hair. Your tongue traces an outline of my lips before it starts to explore my mouth again.

I pant against you. I need so much more than what you are giving me right now. I am close to an orgasm, I’m hot and wet and left wanting. I can feel this desire for something, but I’m uncertain of what it is exactly. “Please baby, I need you,” I whisper against your mouth. You remove your fingers, bringing them to your mouth, I can smell my musky juices on them. You slowly lick the juices off of them, but you laugh when I try to taste too. You guide my hands to my tits and one to my pussy. “I want to watch you and I want to watch as you pleasure yourself”. I slowly struck my pussy lips before I insert my fingers inside. My other hand, lifts one tit to my mouth so I can suck on the nipple. I know that this drives you crazy. You watch as my tongue dances across the hardened nipple as I watch your face. I can see the lust filling your eyes. I can feel your cock bobbing against my ass. I can see you lick your lips and I can hear the soft moans that come from you.

I quicken the pace of my fingers sliding in and out. I start to lick the other nipple, only to find your head bent down taking it in your mouth. I pull you by your hair down onto my tits. Faster and faster my fingers fly in and out. The orgasm is getting closer as I rub my clit. I moan louder and throw my head back, my orgasm races over me, juices start to squirt and flow down my fingers and inner thighs. My body shakes as the orgasm holds me in its clutches. Slowly it releases me, and I laugh a little as I realise the mess I have made. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and start to lap at the cum covering my fingers, hand, and wrist. You make a move to share with me and I pull away from you. I refuse to share this with you, just like you refused to share with me earlier.

Before I even realise, you have muttered “bitch”, and have spread my legs apart. Quickly you slam your cock into my soaking wet pussy. I moan again, oh how delicious it feels to have your cock filling me up. A few more thrusts before you withdraw and move behind me. You lean me over the sink a little, my tits are hanging free and slightly swaying. I can feel you spreading my ass cheeks apart. The tip of your cock is teasing my asshole and slowly you slide into my tight ass. Holy shit it is so fucking tight. Almost unbearable. We both watch my face in the mirror. A complete look of shock is plastered there, I am uncertain of how to respond.

You slowly pull out and then slide back in again. I can feel myself start to relax and the sensation starts to feel good. I can feel my pussy grow even damper. Again, slowly out and slowly in. I whimper and moan at the pleasure of it. It feels so wicked to have your cock buried in my ass, to watch my tits sway in the mirror as you slide in and out of me. You grab my hips and start to ass fuck me in earnest. You pound against me harder and harder, my heavy tits swaying in all directions, juices slowly dripping out of my wet pussy. I watch you in the mirror, the sweat beading up on your forehead, your eyes half closed and your head tilted back. I start to rub my clit, I am close to another orgasm this one going to be stronger than the first.

You reach around me and grab my tits hard, you slam into me. Over and over. Your hands rough on my tits, squeezing my nipples hard. WE both watch in the mirror enthralled by what we see. My hands are over yours, clawing your hands, leaving red trails where they have been. I bite my lip, my moans are louder almost half screams, I bite my lip to try and control some of the frenzy that I am feeling. My hands running down my body, rubbing, clawing. My ass slamming back onto your cock. Oh fuck. Fuck the feeling is too much. I can’t handle this. I can feel tears spring to my eyes. I feel reckless and crazed. My breath quickens as I scream out. My orgasm rips me apart, I convulse and spasm on your cock. My head whips back, soft screams leave my body. The orgasm continues to assault me. It feels like a 1000 mini electrical shocks running through my body. You keep pounding and pounding as I shudder against your chest. You watch my face in the mirror as my eyes close and I whimper with the small shocks that continue torture my body. Your moans get louder and louder, I slowly open my eyes to watch your face as you cum deep inside my ass. Your eyes close tight and your tongue hangs out just a little as you empty your hot cum inside of me. Slowly you thrust a few more times. You lean over me, pushing my hot body down on to the cool counter top. We stay like this for a few minutes, both of us worn out and shocked by the intensity of our orgasms.

Tell Me Everything

You know I belong to you, my love.

So tell me more about how you’ll train me.

Tell me how you’ll teach me to serve you, piece by piece.

Start with my hands. Teach them how to find your dick bulging through the crotch of your pants while we sit on the couch watching movies. Rub my fingertips over the soft fabric covering your dick until I can feel the loose skin around the head rub and catch on your underwear. Make me anticipate that soft, warm skin that drags and rotates around the spongy core of your dick. Show me when to slip my hand into your waistband and grasp for my prize.

Train my eyes to look only to you. To gaze up in reverence and awe as I milk the cum from your cock.

Train my ears to respond to your every command. Teach me to savor every moan and hang on your words like a prophet’s.

Train my lungs to long to breathe your spent air as you hunch over me, pounding into me. They’re already begging to be pushed to their limit so you can bury the stress of your day in my throat.

Will you coach me on how and when you like your blowjobs? How to wait patiently under the kitchen table for you to come in and sit down after work, muscles tense.

Will you teach me how to keep your cock warm and comfortable in my mouth while you eat dinner? I want to let you vent about your day as I nurse gently on your length. The hunger I feel makes me drool more and it turns your welcome home dinner table blowjob that much sloppier, and I hope you’re proud of the progress you’ve made with me so far.

Tell me what it’s like to get to know the ridges of my throat while you teach me to take your whole cock.

Tell me what it’s like to touch the bulge of your own dick through the skin of my neck as you pump into me.

Do you feel your power over me?

Do you feel my hormones rush as you push down and down as far into my throat as you can and rub up and up into your palm, jerking yourself off, using my throat as a fleshlight?

My only conscious thought is that I hope I’m pleasing you. The way you treat me makes me want you more.

Each rough twitch of your hips pushes the oxygen in my veins farther and farther. You thrust, grind, and shudder, your thickness and the weight of your hand closing off my air supply once again and I drift further from awareness.

As I drift away from myself, I fall closer and closer to you. My world narrows to you as your rhythmic grunting and thrusts hypnotize me. I fall deeper and deeper into complete rapture. I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing here, worshipping you, recognizing your power. Giving you a place to shoot your precious load.

Please keep training me. Tell me how you like to be sucked. Show me how you want to be kissed and licked, and what it’s like to get you erect.

What makes you feel revered? What makes you feel served?

Train me to cum to your smell, your taste, your voice. Train me to lick the cum off my dinner plate and ask for more.

Tell me your favorite methods and routines- how’ll you’ll start me on my addiction to your cock.

Tell me more about how you’ll train me…

… Then tell me more about how you’ll breed me.

Will you rut my cervix like an animal, the tendons in my hips straining as you pound and push into my womb? How merciless can you get?

Will you knead my breasts as they start to swell with milk for you and our child, torture my nipples as they grow longer and more tender between your teeth?

I long to feel you suck me, to have you link this incredible pleasure to the act of giving you babies. It’s a feedback loop locked deep in my brain- each time you drink from my breasts, I whisper a prayer to you, my god, that you’ll keep me pregnant as much as you can.

Each time you caress my growing stomach, I feel grateful to you for taking control of me like this, to give me purpose as a breeding vessel.

As I pull my panties up and they start to fill with your thick cum leaking from my messy pussy, I thank you for filling me with load after load of your precious sperm.

Every time you look at me in public, all I want is to feel my cervix twitching, yearning for your dickhead. I want my cunt lips held together with your thick semen so I feel it as I walk.

As I think about the thousands of wriggling, buzzing sperm swimming inside me, hunting and dominating my egg, I surrender my life to you again.

You control every aspect of my orgasm, even though every tiny bead of cum feels like electricity against my cunt. I’m yours to dominate.

Train my heart, changing its rhythm to beat under yours, subservient down to the involuntary tremors of my body.

Ruin me for other cocks.

Tell me more about how you’ll fuck me my love.

Tell me everything.

Silk Ties

No one wants to spend their lives alone. We human beings are social creatures and we crave companionship, but I remember how it was when I could see no hope. I could see no way of finding Mr Right. I didn’t even know what to look for. Sometimes fate just lends a hand and you have to grasp it.

It never fails to amaze me how meeting just one person can bring out a side of you that you never knew existed. Whether it’s a passion for something a little out of the ordinary, a sense of adventure you didn’t know you were brave enough to possess, or even a quick temper and shocking ability to hold a grudge, the people we allow into our lives have a unique ability to reveal qualities, both good and bad, that make us rethink what we thought we knew to be true about ourselves.

Just before my 18th birthday, I met Jeff, someone who not only brought out multiple sides of my personality that I had never known before, but who also was able to discover himself through me.

We came to know each other over a number of months and found we had so much in common. He was slightly below average in height, slightly above average in weight with a little bit of pudge around his belly, which I personally found appealing thanks to a secret fetish. He had soft brown hair and stunningly blue-grey eyes that couldn’t help but reveal every emotion, often to his displeasure. He dressed in a way that, to many, probably came off as though he were trying too hard to look important, but I quickly learned he just truly enjoyed the classy style and effortlessly put together each buttoned-down, zipped-up outfit every day. He was articulate and charming, and he kept me on my toes all night long with his brutal honesty and wit.

We bonded over our sexuality, an auspicious beginning if I’ve ever seen one. At the end of the night, we exchanged numbers, and within a week, I was back in his attic bedroom, having passionate, sweaty, toe-curling, erotic sex until well past sunrise.

Over time, our friendship grew stronger, and the sex grew exponentially kinkier and better. I brought out in Jeff a newfound sense of inner strength and endurance, devout honesty, and a deeper level of love and trust than he may have ever thought possible. As for me, I used to be extremely controlling and stressed all the time. But once I started to let that go, Jeff helped me see how playful and open-minded I could be. He taught me forgiveness, for not only others but myself as well. Jeff also helped me discover an erotically dominant side of myself that I never knew existed, nor could be so much fun.

As I said earlier, the topic he and I most connected over right off the bat was our sexuality. For both of us, it was something that ran deep into who we were as people. It was not just about pleasure, though that certainly was a defining feature. It was about control, give and take, dominance and submission. We both had our kinks and dirty little secrets we had never shared before. A few weeks after we met, Jeff admitted to me that he had a particularly strong fetish for being teased and tormented by a woman, to the point of near masochism. He loved being told “no” and having the things he wanted most held just out of reach. This shocked me at first, as he seemed to have more dominant tendencies. But over time, I learned how to bring out this other side of him, oftentimes with just my words. It drove him crazy, and consequently, it made me want him even more.

One night in particular stands out most of all when it comes to this sexual awakening of sorts. A friend of mine from high school had just purchased her first house and was hosting a party. I asked Jeff if he would like to come, and, being curious, he enthusiastically said yes. I slipped into a casually chic floral dress, cinched at the waist, and he wore his usual cardigan over white button down combination, a pair of pressed khaki slacks, and a silk tie. I have to admit, he looked extremely handsome that night in particular, and although we were not officially a “couple” at the time, I was proud to have him on my arm as we walked up to the front door. His crooked smile and effortless banter made him a brag-worthy date.

About an hour into small talk and cheap wine, I was starting to get a little restless. Jeff, of course, had no problem making endless conversation with the other guests, and was especially excited to discover the hostess was majoring in cosmology, something he could literally discuss for hours. With the buzz of social interaction numbing my ears, I let my mind wander. Maybe it was a side-effect of the glass of wine I had, or maybe it was just boredom and a lack of anything interesting to occupy my thoughts, but I found myself recounting some of the more erotic experiences Jeff and I had shared. The words we had whispered or screamed out in pleasure, the ways and the places we had touched each other, his fingers inside my throbbing pussy, his tongue licking every drop from my desperate cunt, his hard cock finally filling me and making me cry out in ecstasy… I shifted uncomfortably, biting my lower lip, painted a sweet red with lipstick, as a familiar warmth crept between my thighs. I couldn’t be thinking this now. Not here, in front of dozens of people. And I certainly couldn’t be feeling this now… Could I? No. No, it was too wrong.

I wandered to the kitchen in search of a cold water bottle, hoping to cool the steam I felt building inside me. A group had gathered nearby and I had to turn sideways to slip between them and the counter. In doing so, however, I also inadvertently pressed my pussy against the corner, causing a sudden tingling pleasure. I suppressed a soft moan and mumbled an awkward “excuse me” as I made my way past the other guests.

I grabbed a bottle of water and made my way back to where Jeff was mingling. I really did try my best to distract myself, but nothing could calm the lusty images filling my mind. I was growing desperate. I needed to get off so badly. After a quick mental analysis of the house and the bodies that filled it, I decided there was a way I could get the time I needed alone with Jeff. It would be incredibly risky, of course, but still possible. However, I knew there was no way he would go for it. He was far too cautious and polite, and besides, he was genuinely enjoying himself participating in normal party-goer activities. I couldn’t just walk up and tell him the dirty thoughts I was having. Unless, maybe, I could use his deepest fantasies to my advantage and create a scenario he wouldn’t be able to refuse.

I slipped my phone out of my purse and typed a short text: “Meet me in the bedroom at the end of the hall?” I watched from the corner of my eye as he took his phone from his pocket, reading my text, his eyebrows quickly flicking up in that adorable way they always do. He glanced over at me, but I pretended to be occupied with the pictures on the wall. He responded, “Sure sweetie, but is everything ok?” That was all I needed. I had caught his interest, so I discreetly made my way through the crowd, not even looking at Jeff once.

The last door on the right was closed tight, clearly not meant for nosy guests. I quietly cracked it open anyhow, peering inside to check for any other risk takers before stepping in. I gently released the antique glass handle, closing the door silently behind me. The room was decently large yet extremely cozy, with original wood floors, creamy walls, and huge veiled windows. The furniture was sparse but aesthetic: an old four-post bed outfitted in layers of soft gray sheets, blankets, and pillows; a big pine dresser; a classy armchair covered in a cute floral fabric; and some mirrors and picture frames adorning the walls. I took a deep breath and sat myself on the edge of the bed, smoothing my dress nervously. I was having second thoughts, there was no denying that, but I couldn’t turn back now, nor did I want to.

Just then, the door creaked open. My breath caught momentarily, terrified it could be someone else and they might know what I was up to. But of course, it was only Jeff. He couldn’t hide the concern in his pale eyes.

“Hey, baby, what’s going on? Is everything ok? Are you upset?” He came and sat next to me.

“Yes, of course, everything’s fine…” I gulped. “It’s just… I just…” I began to stammer. Taking a deep breath, I stopped myself. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right. There was no room for errors, God forbid we wind up getting caught. Jeff bit his lip, his anxiety clearly growing. I cleared my throat. “I need you to listen to me, understand?” His brow furrowed as he nodded carefully. I continued, “Did you tell anyone you were coming here?”

“No, Rachel, no I didn’t. What’s going on?” His voice was beginning to shake.

“Good,” I replied with a nod. “I need you to do everything I tell you, exactly as I tell you. Now lay down in the middle of the bed,” I commanded, concealing my nervousness the best I could with a strong voice. He stared at me bewildered for a moment. I let a devious smile creep onto my lips, hoping to help him catch on to the little game I intended to play. It must have worked, because suddenly his eyes lit up and he bit his lip again, only this time it was not out of fear.

He crawled to the center of the mattress and laid obediently with his palms down at his sides. But that wasn’t enough, not this time. I crawled on hands and knees, slowly straddling his lap, careful not to touch, letting my dress ride up, revealing my barely-covered bottom. I stayed there for a moment, then leaned back to sit on his legs, which were already trembling slightly with anticipation. “Good boy,” I cooed, gently loosening his tie. He didn’t dare move. He knew better. He only watched with lips slightly parted, breath slightly quickened.

I slipped the silky tie over his head, then undid it the rest of the way. I heard a small gasp as he realised what I was doing. I firmly took his right wrist, then his left, and placed them above his head, tying them securely.

“Is that ok, baby?” I asked sweetly.

“Mhmm,” he moaned, nodding.

“Good boy.” I held myself over him again, getting on all fours, leaning in close to his face this time. “When we were out at that party, I started thinking about naughty things. Dirty fantasies that only you can fulfill. I need you right now. I know that it’s risky, but I need you to please your princess and her dripping wet pussy. My little panties are completely soaked through and I don’t think I can go another minute without you licking me up.”

His breath had sped to the point of near-hyperventilation, and I could feel the intense amount of restraint it took for him to keep from thrusting his rock-hard and wildly throbbing cock into me. It pushed desperately against his tight pants. I just smiled and whispered, “Don’t you make a single sound.” With that, I lifted my dress up over my head and tossed it aside, revealing my perky bare breasts and arousing pink nipples. Then I positioned the crotch of my lace panties over his eager mouth.

Without needing a single command from me, he extended his tongue, so ready to lick up my wetness. But I pulled just far enough away that he couldn’t reach without lifting his head up from the bed, and he knew that was strictly against the rules. He moaned softly, imploring me to come back, but I just shook my head.

“No, honey. Not yet. That’s not how this is going to work. You’re here to do nothing more than please me. You don’t get to be in charge, understand? Tonight, it’s all about me. You and your hard dick will simply be like my sex toys, tasting me and touching me and fucking me however I please. Can you handle that?”

He had to struggle just to keep his voice down as he cried out in a breathy whisper, “Yes, princess, yes, yes, please let me do that.”

“Ok then,” I responded gently. “First, just one taste.”

I carefully and ever so slowly lowered my pussy once more to his lips. He stuck out his tongue again, but much more timidly this time. Good, I thought, he’s learning. I pressed against his tongue and he slowly licked the entire length of my panties, savoring the taste, sighing deeply and inhaling my scent. It felt so unbelievably good, but I knew I had to keep my composure to stay in control, so I pulled away quickly, denying myself the pleasure I so badly wanted to indulge in.

“That’s enough,” I stated. He panted beneath me, silently begging. I stayed completely still, watching his eyes for a moment. I had never seen them filled with such desperation before, and it thrilled me. I lowered again til I was just grazing his mouth. “Now kiss it,” I commanded.

Right on cue, he began obediently varnished my lace-covered pussy in long, slow, passionate kisses, sucking gently as he released and sending chills down my spine. I let my eyes close. My lips parted, but I forced myself to suppress the moans that I knew would immediately unveil our secret rendezvous. I looked down to see Jeff’s lips coated in my wetness, despite the amount that had already been soaked up by the panties. Nobody could make me as wet as he could, and it shocked me every time.

I began to press myself harder into his face, grinding back and forth lustfully on his tongue. He began to squirm more and more, and I noticed his wrists tugging at their restraints. I pulled away and sat back on his chest, my thighs still shaking just a little as they straddled his ribs.

I smirked mischievously as I could see the desperation in his eyes amplify even more. “What did I tell you?” I asked, slightly scoldingly. He lowered his gaze, struggling to regain some composure. “Hmm?” I questioned again.

“You told me you were in charge,” he replied breathlessly.

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “So why did I see you trying to get your hands free? Do you think you get to just touch me as you please?”

“No.”

“What was that?”

“No, princess, I don’t. I don’t get to touch you without your permission.” He looked at me with such innocence and submission, I felt my clit beginning to throb again.

“Good boy. Now remember that this time.” I stripped off my panties, turning them inside out. Jeff struggled to keep his breath steady. I held the soaked material near his nose for a moment, letting him get the delicious scent of my horny little cunt. Then I moved them slightly lower to his lips. “Lick them clean,” I commanded.

Without hesitation, he licked my cum from the fabric, running his tongue across it over and over til nothing remained but his own wetness. Once I was satisfied, I crawled down to sit between his thighs, spreading them gently. He watched with uncontrollable anticipation as I slowly unbuttoned then unzipped his slacks, his cock popping out immediately. He sighed audibly at the release of pressure, but his breath caught again when I took it firmly in my hand. Wrapping my fingers around it, I stared as it pulsated in my palm, literally dripping with precum. I didn’t move a single muscle, only watched the head of his dick quickly soaking itself in the glistening liquid. He had begun to hyperventilate again, but he didn’t utter a single request for me to pleasure him.

I let go carefully, not allowing my hand to slide unnecessarily across his shaft, lest I give him any amount of unearned satisfaction. I locked my emerald eyes on his. “Do you think you’ve been a good boy?” I asked softly.

He nodded slowly. “Do you?” He asked.

“Yes, I do, honey. You broke the rules a couple times, but you learned your lesson quickly and I think you know your place now.” I licked my lips and bit down slowly. “Do you think you’ve earned some pleasure?”

He looked at me cautiously, not sure how to respond. I raised my eyebrows in encouragement. “… Princess, I want you so bad. Please will you make my cock feel good, just a little bit? I will keep being so obedient for you. You can use me however you want. I’ll be your sex toy. Just please, please… Please…” He trailed off and stared at me with his brow furrowed.

I held his gaze for a moment, then slowly opened my lips to speak.

“Yes, honey. You’ve earned it,” I whispered.

His penis immediately throbbed harder, spilling more precum onto his sweater. I picked up my panties once more and wrapped them around his shaft. Slowly, I began to glide my hand over his cock, twisting my palm slightly with each stroke. I heard the squeaks of concealed moans escaping his lips and felt the strain in his hips as he kept himself pinned to the sheets. I pumped harder and faster, watching his face twist and his teeth clench. I was almost challenging him to mess up, to scream out in ecstasy or buck his body up off the bed. But he remained unshakably compliant as I pleasured him.

I could feel my own wetness starting to drip down onto the covers beneath us, and I knew that if I wanted to ride Jeff’s cock, it needed to happen now. We had been absent from the party long enough, and someone was bound to come looking for us any minute. With the added adrenaline of getting caught fueling my lust, I tossed the precum-soaked panties aside to lie with my dress on the floorboards and positioned myself just above his pulsating dick.

Our eyes locked again, and the tension between us was practically tangible. I spoke only in a hushed voice, the reality of our situation setting in and anxious excitement taking over my body. “I want to fuck your cock, baby. I want to ride it, and I want you to just lie there and take it like the good boy you are. I’m going to use your cock til I cum and I won’t stop until I’m completely satisfied.”

All he could do was nod eagerly in response.

Without a second thought, I took his entire length inside me. We both gasped, but managed to stifle our moans as I slowly rose up off his lap, then dropped back down, slamming him into me again. It felt so incredible; I have never wanted to scream in pleasure so much in my life. I continued bouncing on his lap, going faster and harder, as he laid beneath me, practically convulsing from the amount of self-control it took to keep his body against the mattress.

His struggling only served to encourage me. I lifted myself slightly onto all fours so just the head and about an inch of his shaft remained inside me, knowing perfectly well how it drives him crazy. He gasped for air and let a single groan escape. I quickly kissed him hard to shut him up, our tongues entangling. My pussy was squeezing his cock tight and I felt myself getting close to orgasm. I sat up, digging my nails into his shoulders, taking him deep as I began to grind hard against his dick, forcing it into me as far as it could go.

“Oh god, baby, I’m going to cum,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

“Cum for me,” Jeff whispered back, his voice strained.

I felt every muscle in my body tense, and I hurriedly leaned in, kissing him sloppily on the mouth to quiet my screams as I finally exploded on his cock, feeling him fill me with his cum as I did so. Our breaths intermingled between our lips, scattered with deep sighs and gasps of pleasure. I slowly pulled my face back from his as our orgasms subsided, and our eyes met, both filled with uncontrollable excitement and ecstasy. I gave him one last peck on the lips then collapsed on the blankets next to him.

Just as I was snuggling up to Jeff’s side, we heard the creaking of floorboards somewhere down the hall. I bolted upright at the sound of the hostess’ voice: “This is just the guest bathroom, nothing too fancy, but I really just love the old footed tub…” A few varied voices made sounds of agreement as the footsteps continued toward our hiding spot.

Faster than I even thought possible, I leapt out of bed and scooped my dress off the floor and threw it back on. I slipped on my panties, still slick with Jeff’s precum. As I smoothed my tousled blonde hair, I turned to see Jeff still lying in the same position on the bed. I was about to question his blatant lack of concern, but incredulity quickly turned to action when I realised I had never untied his hands. I dove back onto the mattress next to him and struggled with the tight knot until finally it came loose. The silk tie dropped from his wrists and, in a flash, Jeff had his pants zipped, his hair fixed, and appeared just as composed as ever.

We headed for the bedroom door just as the hostess briskly opened it, three newly arrived guests in tow, clearly receiving the grand tour. She seemed startled at first, but luckily Jeff filled the silence with an effortless explanation, charmingly smooth as usual.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said with a cutely innocent grin. “We’ll get out of your way; I can see you’re trying to show off your gorgeous home.”

“That’s ok,” the hostess replied, her awkward chuckle only half concealing her suspicion. “We’ve been wondering where you two disappeared off to.”

Jeff smiled back genuinely, easing the tension and making up for what the hostess’ reaction lacked. “We just needed somewhere private to talk. Something came up at home and I had to steal her away for a moment to figure things out. Sorry for keeping her so long.” He slid an arm around my waist and gently led me from the bedroom.

As we escaped down the hall, we had to contain our giggling, half from the anxiety of coming so close to being caught, and half from the excitement of it all. However, it wasn’t until we had rejoined the party and Jeff pulled me in to whisper something in my ear when I really couldn’t hide my laughter anymore; he had forgotten his silk tie, still lying in a prominently crumpled heap on the bed, no doubt discovered by our hostess and her guests, a tell-tale sign of the wonderfully dirty things we had done in that room only seconds before.