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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rest my head on her shoulder once more.

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

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

My fingers dance up … down. My lips kissing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She responds.

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

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

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

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

I throb with my own hunger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our lust builds. Our hunger grows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let’s Make Babies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Patience, sweetheart,” I admonish.

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

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

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

anticipation. I smile and rub you again.

“Ah, what the fuck!” you protest.

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

“God damn it!” you cry.

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

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

“Don’t you dare!”

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

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

“Hm,” I purr, “we shall see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh,” I moan, “you’re so good.”

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

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

I open my eyes to see you

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

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

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

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

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?” you ask.

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

intimate moment between you and I.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coffee?” I offer.

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

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

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

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

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.

The Devil’s Intervention

Jeffery Jameson was an established and career minded teacher. He looked like he might be as old as forty or as young as thirty. No one really knew but he always marched with his head up and intention in his step. He was confident and charismatic, with a presence that put his students at ease and his hunger for knowledge.

He wasn’t perfect. He had broken laws, lived a good life, chased girls, rode motorcycles and done everything from cut down trees to drive sports cars because he loved life that much. Jeffery had arrived upon all the pedestals of the world – over the hearts of his students, and the abandoning loneliness that was his life. He could probably die a happy man.

Except there was Rachel – a sparkling shimmer of youth and the ignorance such agelessness brings. Rachel was a twenty two year old student that had haunted him for the last four years in his undergraduate and graduate classes, as his assistant, gopher and great friend. There was something about how that girl moved, spoke and enjoyed the world like he did that made him shiver. Someone finally met the world with the same eyes that he did – someone reached across the board and grabbed what he had to say with so much admiration and love – but this time it was this strong young filly, not some young man he could pat on the back and send on his way.

He admired her, took her for granted, and needed her.

Her world was consumed by his. She worked for him in his department and stayed around to share stories with him – she left no rock unturned, no drama squished and came out on top by a fluke of her nature. She danced to his music, one of folk singers and ageless tunes by talented musicians, not the things children of this world appreciated. She was a liberal and conservative and was a contradiction of existence because she sat on the fence of both worlds. Life itself is a contradiction. She drank beer, rode horses, got dirty but always looked so collected.

She wore a corset in the office, dressed in sweet skirts and wore pretty sandals. Once she ran with a bunch of boys out of the south part of town in a motorcycle gang and had purple hair, piercings and a knack for being naughty. When the exterior metal was taken off, the hair cleaned up and the boys shuffled off as connections she battled demons and broken promises. She became an EMT, danced around a major, attached herself to Mr Jameson and spent most nights sleeping in the office. She talked, played, laughed, and still managed to be disgustingly human but so pretty with her blue eyes and unwavering smile. She had no invented elements to her and shared, in confidence, all the secrets and troubles in her world.

Jeffery would come in early in the mornings laying on the office couch and her face cloudless, undisturbed. It treated him to some sort of misconception he was missing out. Sure, he had girlfriends and still had sex – but the older woman who crossed his path did not facinate him as much as Rachel did. Sweet, young, Rachel. And he kept her at arm’s length but taught her well. She would be his prodege, a legacy to carry on his knowledge and understanding. He would make her into something special.

Any man able to craft, mold, and frame such a beautiful and experienced creature was one very blessed, he recognised. The man who could enjoy such a woman was one who was probably doing something wrong, he also recognised. The sometimes carnal nature of man wanted to reach out even further into the lessons of life than college or university taught but a good teacher and disciplined knowledge of this world’s taboos kept him away from that one.

Over his Friday evening beer he mulled about the day. He’d slipped up – he’d been slipping up.

She had asked to go get her mail – he thought he heard ‘my male’ and Rachel would be the kind of girl to state something like that. He also knew she caught that when he asked who she was talking about – probably more protective than he should have said it too.

Rachel came back to grab a bag and left abruptly, a little red in her face and in that silent state he hated. She had a telling enough face he got the message. After four years and seeing each other six out of seven days a week for sometimes eight to twelve hours a day they could now just read each other like an open book.

He had to watch himself better – she was too young, he was too old, this should not be an issue. He kicked himself for making it awkward and wondered how he could make amends.

Rachel was picking some groceries up from the open market down the road from the college about two miles a walk from the campus and a quarter mile from Jeffery’s little dot on the map. She was throwing together a fruit dessert she saved for birthdays, holidays and stress days.

This was one of them.

Rachel, since day one, had crushed on Mr. Jeffery Jameson – a sweltering, taller man who was some sort of Highwayman in her dreams – the bad guy, good guy and character that met up with hers. But he was older than her father and the fact that the two of them lived around each other so much it was a sad displacement in their quiet Shangri-la at campus. He was older and wiser, sexy with his salt and pepper hair and he was off limits - much to her frustration.

But she loved spending time with him, bullshitting with him and exploiting his knowledge base. To her it was a misery she could live with – since women, after all, can live with many things that men cannot. Disappointment is usually a woman’s constant battle – men just let things go. 

Rachel had remained single all this time – her love life shattered by the emblematic love she had for her work with Jeff. There was one young man who had remained steady in her life – Andrew. But his career was less academic and more practical which was a problem. He stirred up fights, was brazen more than brainy and had no pretty track record of control. She’d slept with him when she turned sixteen – the only man she’d ever slept with – but in the pitfall of their absolved sexual contact she broke it off.

Still he hounded her, like a puppy dog desperate for a bone, but she wasn’t going to let her guard down with him again. She tolerated his presence in her life because she had so few girlfriends to hang out with. The loved up neanderthal lived next door and would randomly insert himself into her days. Some days she could tolerate him. Today was not one of those days. The fact was Andrews’s persistence was a good reason why they were at the grocery store and as he poked holes in a few watermelons and popped a few grapes – to the shop-keepers horror, Rachel got her dessert supplies together.

“You don’t have to do that every time we come in here.”

“Yeah but what else is there to do?” He had his mouth full of grapes.

“Buy the food?”

“Like you’ve never stolen something.”

“That’s not what I’m saying – it’s about how you act in public.”

“Fine, pay for that crap and let’s go. I’ll meet you in the car.”

Rachel let him truck off in a huff as she got to the counter. The manager was snarling as she checked out.

Andrew left tracks on everything – be it his sexually conquered space, like Rachel, or simply the places he shopped. And because of the inconsiderate stomping he gave them they never would be fondly remembered marks. Andrew really was the guy who would die a certified asshole.

Rachel made it to the car and with reluctance climbed inside. The lift would be worth the unpleasantness… probably. Unfortunately the anger and esteemed hatred they felt for each other was present in full force. Andrew knew how to dig deep into Rachel’s nerve center after the shopping incident and made sure payback was swift.

“What do you fucking expect from me?”

“A little consideration, that’s all.”

“Like I’m not considerate enough.”

“You aren’t.”

“Figures you’d think that.”

“You’re an idiot!”

“So is it the fact you think I’m an asshole or a bad lay, Rachel? Do you enjoy sabotaging me?”

“Bullshit! Absolute fucking bullshit, Andrew. Are we talking about my sister? Are we really going to do this now?”

“I fancied my chances, she was game too - desperate for cock. You’re just angry I’ve stopped trying to get into your panties.”

“You prick! She isn’t interested and you know it. You just do this to aggravate me and you do a damn good job of it. She’s eighteen for fucks sake, Andrew, eighteen! Not some newly post-pubescent teenager you picked up at a nearby high school. You’re sad and desperate. Your association with her has to do with us and you trying to get back at me because you really are that juvenile.”

“Yeah, because you’re so fucking special.”

“I was to you, you jackass. If I remember correc-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Pull over.”

“No.”

“Fuck you, Andrew, pull the god damn car over.”

“Fine.”

He pulled over so fast he almost careened into the bumper of another car and caused a mid-day traffic pile up on the narrow, packed street. Thankfully bad driving was compensated by everyone else on the road and only a few gestures of road rage were broadcast.

Rachel had opened the door, slammed it into the metal 'No Parking’ sign and stormed off – not even willing to shut it as Andrew screamed at her from the car. She’d made it into the local coffee shop before anyone identified why exactly a young man was screaming, beeping his horn and causing a ruckus during rush hour traffic.

By the time he peeled away Rachel had a caramel latte in her hand and contemplated walking home. The walk back wasn’t bad – it was the fact Andrew had her groceries that really pissed her off.

The Friday evening was an empty basin for Jeff. The television was muttering something in the backdrop and the cascading twilight ran through the windows as light filtered out of the day. He was half napping and nearly getting a good buzz going when, like a bolt of lightening had struck, the apartment buzzer went off. It startled him.

He shuffled up from the lounge chair with a grumble to lean on the wall.

“Yeah, who is it?” he asked over the intercom.

“Jeff – hey, uhm, if… if it isn’t a good time, I-”

“Rachel?” A sense of thrill and shock uttered out of his voice.

About two seconds too late his mental filter wondered how well the intercom carried that one. “Come up on up, hun.”

It wasn’t unabashed for Rachel to show up – except tonight it was after their awkward moment. Ever so often he’d do something stupid and she’d walk two and a quarter miles to hand him a folder or he’d call and she’d gopher over something silly.

Tonight he met a somewhat distraught woman at his door.

“Hey,” she said at the door, peppy voice.

Something was wrong.

“Yeah, come in,” he mused. “What’s up?”

She was going to give him the generic nothing but sighed, “Andrew dumped me off here. Got into it with him; drama, you know. Thought I might as well stop by.”

What he had for a kitchen table was like a card table – she shuffled over to sit down as he walked over and grabbed a beer and sat it in front of her.

“All right,” he said. That usually ended these things – but he saw she was pondering, fighting, and enduring the idiocies of human whatnots. It was a show he’d seen many times before.

“I’m just pissed,” she said, shrugging, “I’ll get over it.”

And, a little too father like for his taste he answered, “Okay, but this has something to do with the two of you, right? So are you jealous and pissed or just pissed.”

“Just pissed,” she remarked – the honesty latent in the powerful anger she dispelled saying it. “Both at him and myself for this. And the fact I’ve let him leak back into things when he’s so immature I can’t deal with this. I’ll cut my losses and run but, god; it really is so damn frustrating.”

In about ten minutes the conversation went from how bad Rachel was doing to laughter and a few more beers. The television murmured while the evening sun got blotted by running storm clouds that moved in, fickle and drizzling to a very heavy, steady tumble.

Jeff and Rachel moved into the living room, chatting it up. Four years – he thought, looking at her wavy brown hair, long eyelashes and the immature light pink eye-shadow draped with a haughty woman’s smoky edge. She was very pretty, small but curvaceous, her curves lit by the flickering television. Thin lips, pouting mouth and perfect teeth up against a well angled jaw, long neck and shoulders that showed she was not some catfish but a woman with standards. She had small breasts which suited her petite frame perfectly and her ass was to die for! Rachel was very feminine and more than attractive.

The alcohol tipped him a little into over-observation. The conversation particularly useless witty pulls and commentary marveling at nothings. When the non-awkward space of silence fell in with a few more beers Rachel was asleep on the couch.

He felt no urge to wake her up and watched the play-by-plays of sports overviews, chucked at a few idiotic comments. Somewhere in the sprig of alcohol, TV and the sound of Rachel’s slow, rhythmic breathing the darkness landed over Jeffery and he too fell asleep.

A Saturday morning alarm went off that was not his own, a cell phone in Rachel’s bag was ringing with some obnoxious force. It took him two seconds to find it after he bolted up and another ten to make it stop.

Rachel was still fast asleep when he came around to find her, head on the middle couch cushion, sprawled out listlessly.

“Hey, Rachel… Kid-o, wake up.”

An early morning noise broke the young girl’s unconsciousness and she shuddered and looked up, “Oh god…”

“Yeah, one too many?”

“Mhmm… Lager’s too heavy for me on an empty stomach,” she grunted.

“Heh.”

“Ha-ha, super funny,” she drawled.

“Hey, you want me to run you home?”

“Sure.”

She half got up from the couch when an ankle went and Jeffery had maybe a fraction of a second to really move. He caught her around the waist and it would have been fine but, maybe it was the booze, maybe it was just touching her that made him overstep and the two of them ended up on the floor. Rachel managed to land with Jeffery craning one arm around her frame, both hands on his chest, and a definite sense of, “Uh-Oh” pitched into the air.

For Rachel it had been the worst possible choice of drink but the lager soon fell heavy and she’d always been able to drink a lot – and the morning rise was so painful. It was, however when she fell that she felt her stomach fully revolt. The horror of falling on top of someone you crushed on for four years is, well, mind-boggling.

The two of them were deadlocked and trying to stand up meant vomiting over Jeffery or on him – and staying put meant cuddling with her friend and mentor.

Out of some shameful feeling vomiting might be inappropriate she groaned, pained, and relinquished.

Jeffery was in utter shock of how they got here and he heard her make a noise no man, in no world, ever wanted to hear. But a man, single as he was, pitched against a twenty two year old he adored who just groaned was probably a highly volatile situation. 

He sensed the devil’s presence, gleefully making plans to lure Jeff into this forbidden tryst as Jeff’s resolve began to crumble. How could he possibly take advantage of his friend… his prodege… but his sexual desire for the woman she had become skyrocketed. His pants agreed and prepared his older body, pulsing hot blood into his penis which in return signaled that, “We have lift off, Houston.” He struggled and fought the inappropriate response and he grunted trying to break free of this tangled mess of awkwardness.

Rachel quickly noticed that something was amiss and her face went bright red when she felt what was happening. Her heart rate escalated, her stomach literally overturned, the beer made it almost impossible for her to move as it churned over in her stomach and she, in some dull frustration, grabbed his shirt. 

It was happening too fast. She couldn’t work out if she felt sick because of her over consumption, or if the sexual tension was going to make her throw up. In moments one of them was going to give… either Jeffery was going to move, extracting himself from the mess of bodily contact or Rachel was – and at least one of the two of them had a bodily function that needed execution.

It was Jeffery, at the moment the desperate grasp Rachel made, who made the first move – the boldest, brazen move of his life. He grabbed her and kissed her. At first Rachel was relieved he hadn’t moved anymore – and then the horror, thrill, violation and overturning of her stomach. But like some minor relief she was suddenly on her back, okay, fine and Jeffery was on top of her with his tongue halfway to the back of her tonsils.

It felt marvelous, hot and active – the simple act of kissing was one of her favourites. And he went full force at her since she hadn’t broken it yet either. He was great at it, big shoulders laying in over her frame. They fenced tongues for half a second, moaned and she crinkled a little bit feeling the butterflies cool off her stomach and a new ache appear stretching from her nipples to her neither regions.

Any teenager knows it and any woman finds a way to feed it – and like an answer Jeffery complied by settling his weight right there. Her heart started pounding and a new sickness overcame the old. 

Like that the kiss was broken and Rachel opened her eyes and let out an earth shattering moan and her fingers knotted up in his shirt, and her nipples went instantly hard.

Jeffery had no idea where he was really. Completely in the hands of the devil, the blood left his brain and the function all of a sudden reverted – a libido jolt stole it like it can any man of any level of wisdom. He wasn’t powerless but her outcry made the difficulty in decision precise. He was separated by a few layers of fabric from all that reigned supreme in his world – a little girl, a girl a fraction of his age but one steeped in everything he was.

It was wrong, part of him uttered. Wrong why? Because this was taken advantage of a girl, someone so shaped by him his doing this could now destroy their relationship, the foundation of it, the very bridge they’d rode across carefully as mentor and student was being gapped by a carnal desire.

The reality was that Rachel, however, wasn’t stupid to it – she knew this, fantasized about it, loved it, thrilled it and kept it even amidst their controlled relationship. She was more than okay with it and smiled.

But Jeffery was going to bail; she could feel it in her guts. He had approached too fast and too hard in a situation too random. Like the tidal wave of a woman she was she rose her head up kissed him in compliance yet again and bucked her hips against his. An arm rose around his neck and she practically purred underneath him. A second later she broke away, writhed under him while she clung to him and said, very fast and very simply,

“I will let you do this so long as you know this: One, this does not change our relationship unless we say it does and two, you promise to do it again. I want you, Jeff.”

Somewhere, somehow the good angel of intentions got kicked off Jeffery’s shoulder at the motion of this girl, her hips, kisses, and words. He growled in utter, total frustration and pinned her there, “Agreed.”

Like that she felt the long skirt she wore was pulled down passed her knees and he moved just enough to undo his jeans and pull them down. He was completely unceremonious and totally desperate for her.

His shirt was ripped open exposing his chest and he quickly became naked from the waist down. He kissed her, sucked on her lip and put his weight down right on top of her so she could feel it and in the heat of the moment they didn’t care – she spread her legs out and he fell into place – no protection, no worries, heated writhing, hands up her shirt feeling, turning her nipples, molding her breasts.

Jeff moved quickly, parted her knees and poised his now throbbing and bare erection at the entrance of her young, exposed vagina, then pushed the tip of his tool between her pouting labia. He grabbed her head with his hands on either side, leaned into her and put his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her tongue deep inside his mouth, probing to meet his tongue once more.

He pushed his hips forward quickly causing the head of his cock to enter her slippery, young hole. Rachel’s head suddenly cocked backwards with her mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut, her face cringing with pure lust, and the sound of air escaping from her lungs as he pushed into her. Like a hot knife in butter he drove his steel shaft into her delicate, pink depths. She let out a screaming 'yes’ as the penetration hit home, rubbing her clit on the way in. She kicked off her skirt and panties to wrap her legs around his body. He had enough leverage that he hit her home every time, banging with the weight of a big man and a girth she’d never felt before. Her eyes lolled into the back of her head, her body not stopping to reply by squirming under him, bucking back and her entire slicked pussy clamping down on his unprotected cock.

Jeff had a look of pain on his face, as he tightly held her close to him. The feeling of the young girl’s wet tight pussy around his cock almost sent him over the edge immediately. The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt but he wasn’t a young man, he still had an element of control. The years of experience screamed at him to hold on, to relish their love making. He vowed to hold on and they both lay there, motionless, breathing heavily, their heads on each other’s shoulders, and ears locked together with his cock head buried inside her. Mentor and student were joined. The devil had intervened and wickedness engulfed them both.

He pulled her tighter to his body and thrust into her again, sending his manhood deeper into her cunt. He was still not completely sheathed inside his young lover but Rachel’s body quivered and shook uncontrollably as he held her in his arms. He teased her with his tip and probed with his dick between her wet folds of flesh. She stared into his eyes and shivered as another intense orgasm sparked from her uterus to her womb and then out to her small but perfectly formed titties. Her nipples felt like hot bullets and demanded his attention. He dutifully obliged, unbuttoned her top and sucked one into his mouth. 

She shuddered again as his fingers pulled and pinched on one nipple as his mouth sucked and bit on the other. Her blue eyes opened and searched his, lost in love and lust, as they both paused again, this time with his cock buried more deeply inside of her. She was totally out of control of her bodily reactions. She moaned and groaned with her face tightly pushed into his shoulder as each wave of orgasm crashed through her, from her pelvis to her spine, tingling all over. Her pussy now demanded his sex, she didn’t care about concequenses, she only wanted to belong to him.

Jeff felt her pussy tighten and release around his cock with each spasm of her climax. Her pussy muscles grasping at his big cock, trying to suck him in deeper. The feeling around his throbbing manhood was incredible. This beautiful young girl’s swollen tight vagina wrapped around his huge cock, cumming uncontrollably, preparing itself for the intercourse to come. As she was cumming, he felt the warmth of her juices squirt all over his cock with each pulse of her orgasm. Squirt after squirt, running over his cock and dripping down his legs. This was too much. He had to cum inside her. He had to give himself to her.

He opened her thighs wider and pulled her knees up to him so he could grab her ankles. With his hands on her ankles, he spread her legs apart, exposing her glistening labia with his half buried cock still inside it. It looked beautiful. It looked like destiny.

He stared at her with a look of pure lust. Rachel’s head tipped to the side, she shut her eyes with her hands still clinging to his neck. She was lost in her state of constant climax with his older, experienced cock inside of her. Do it - she whispered to herself.

Jeff needed no instruction. He was going to get his entire length of his penis into her and would pound her pretty vagina over and over until he came inside. He pulled his cock back slightly, with the head still inside, then pushed forward slowly so as to not hurt her. His phallus parted her slick flesh easily and her vagina welcomed his invasion. He kept pushing forward until she said something.

Four inches, five inches, then, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Rachel groaned with a sigh. Jeff’s cock was so thick it stretched her young pussy to the limits.

“Oh my God” Rachel said. “Oh … fuck … that feels soooo fucking good. Don’t stop, keep pushing” she said, as her head tipped back arching her back.

Jeff pushed forward, sending his cock another inch into her sweet tight young pussy.

“OOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” cried Rachel. “Fuck …. Fuck … Oh my God … hold it there … hold it there … I wanna feel it inside!” she groaned, as she felt another orgasm rip through her and on the verge of another one, but much more intense.

He held his cock there for a few seconds then pushed deeper into her, slowly, all the way to his heavy balls. His cock was totally buried inside of her and felt like a tight hose around it, squeezing it. He pushed his groin into her and held her tight, not moving. The feeling of her pussy around his cock blew his mind with lust as his balls hung loosely between her silky smooth thighs.

“Oh Rachel… you’re so… perfect!” He gasped.

“JEFF! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH … FFFFFUUCK” Rachel yelled. Then she groaned in a deep soft tone, “Ohhhh… Jeff…” and suddenly screamed into the room, “you feel SOOOOOO HUGE!!!!” with her head totally tipped backward away from him. Her hips pushing into his groin taking his entire cock to her cervix. Her back arched and her nipples, now like hot pokers, burned into his chest.

They both felt her body beginning to react violently, her pussy muscles beginning to contract around his cock again with short small pulses. Rachel began to moan the most erotic sounds he has ever heard come from a woman as she was cumming constantly on his cock.

He marvelled at the young woman pinned beneath him as she shuddered in ecstasy. He was twice her age but this… this was what he wanted. He wanted her. He had always wanted her… and now he wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck this sexy young woman, good, hard and fast, like she should be fucked. 

“Do it!” She whimpered under him, impaled by his fuck tool. He pulled his throbbing length back slowly until it reached the head, all the while Rachel’s body was jerking and quivering with the feeling of his snugly fitting cock pulling out of her. Then he prepared himself for the assault - they were going to have sex. Hot. Taboo. Life changing sex.

“Are you sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned for a moment, as he held himself above her petite frame. It was an obsurd question in hindsight, Rachel had her legs up with her feet on his shoulders, her finger tips idilly stroked his staining arms. Her body was ready for copulation, there was no other outcome possible.

“Do it, Jeff,” she said huskily as she bit her lip and braced herself for her breeding. Jeff wasted no more time and pushed his erection into her all the way to his balls, then pulled back. He repeated this for several minutes, relishing the sensations of such exquisite penetration, but not yet pounding into her. With each thrust forward, Rachel’s head would tip back and she would arch her back to meet his thrust, moaning and groaning and not saying anything that could be understood. He could feel hitting her cervix with each full thrust into her inviting flesh.

The smell of their sex hung in the air and they started to breath heavily as their bodies worked as one. Jeff’s experience shone through as he anticipated her needs and picked up his pace to thrust into her faster and harder, increasing until he was pounding her young snatch voraciously. He could not believe how tight and how sopping wet her pussy was, his cock sliding in and out of her hole with such ease. His manhood began to twitch, his testicles tingled, on the verge of a massive orgasm… but he was determined to make it last. This forbidden sex was about her, giving her the pleasure she deserved, fulfilling her needs before his own.

Rachel completely lost it while he pounded away, pistoning into her harder and faster. His balls swinging. Her tits jiggling. Her head was violently shifting from side to side with his assault on her, eyes closed and mouth open, screaming, “OH FUCK … OH FUCK … GOD … YESSSS .. FUCK ME … FUCK ME … AHHHHHHHHH … RIGHT THERE, THAT’S IT … YES JEFF … POUND MY PUSSY … MMMMMMMMM … OOOWWWAHH … AHHHHHHHHH … I’M CUMMING … I’M CUMMING … AHHHHHH .. ALL-OVER-YOUR-FUCKING-COCK … OH-MY-GOD … FUCK … FUCK … AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”.

Her young body reacted uncontrollably to his cock as he fucked her like a wild animal, violently convulsing, shaking and shivering while she climaxed again and again and again. Still he continued fucking her. Wave after powerful wave sparked and crashed through her body as his manhood hit the back of her cunt with each thrust. Her pussy muscles contracting and releasing, her strong spasms causing her fluids to squirt out like a constricted hose as he pushed forward making a, “sssppsssssssss, sssppsssssssss” sound as her nectar squirted out of her all over his abdomen and chest.

With each spasm and squirt, Rachel mewed, “AHHHH, AHHHH” as she raised her head up and pushed her hips forward and upward to intensify the orgasm.

She could not believe what his cock was doing to her, it felt so fucking amazing. Never had she cum this violently before. She loved being his submissive slut and wanted nothing more than to fuck like this for the rest of her life.

With Rachel’s body reacting the way it was, Jeff’s cock was swelling beyond belief and getting ready for the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. He kept bucking into her, pounding her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her into his tingling penis. Her tight young pussy wrapped around his cock, sucking it in, wanting his cum inside.

“Oh Fuck …. Oh Fuck … Rachel … I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum baby” he said, in a hasty voice between his heavy breaths. “I’m gonna cum inside you baby. I’m gonna give it to you … Do you want it, Rachel? … Do you want it? … Tell me baby.”

Rachel managed to yelp out a few words while caught up in her own continual onslaught of powerful orgasms. Her young cunt spasms were much closer together, making her voice very broken, only able to speak between each brief strong wave that made her head go back, body convulse, clench her teeth, and between each deep breath, “OH … YEAH … CUM … INSIDE-ME … FUCK … YEAH … I-NEED … YOUR … CUM … INSIDE … ME”.

Jeffery started thrusting wildly, grunted every time, eyes sparkling as he kissed her, gazing down on their rutting sexes and finding her forbidden flesh so utterly intriguing. It was hot, it was wicked and it was probably wrong somewhere in this world – but it meant everything to him.

She meant everything to him, and vise versa.

He fucked her forcefully, growling into high wails and screams, cries that echoed and thumped on the apartment floor for a good twenty minutes of sheer bliss and then like criminals, partners in crime, the two lovers arched their backs… and came. She felt it go first, the point of no return and a sudden jerk of her inner muscles contracting around his already twitching cock. She clamped down on him so god damn hard he felt himself shudder as he buried himself, his slit nuzzling against her open cervix.

He stopped and stared into her dilated blue eyes, his dick was swelling inside her vagina, over stimulated and ready to explode. Her quivering vaginal walls were slick and welcomed his lubricated penis into its folds. Her hold body seemed to vibrate around him, as she held her breath as she let herself go. She was in heaven, her mentor teaching her this one final lesson. Her whole being was in rapturous ecstasy and she squealed in delight. He looked hungrily upon her quivering breasts and with one hard push his penis fully penetrated her balls deep. He withdrew and ploughed into her fertile body, the second beastly push hitting the opening to her womb. He reached out and clenched her breasts under his palms, almost crushing them, while he let his masculinity lay on her – feeling his skin all over her, trapping her, making her ripe for insemination. He rocked with her body and shut his eyes in a tight grimace as his testicles tightened.

“Do it,” was all she said as the first shots of his semen streaked through his dick and splashed into his assistant’s vagina, filling her sex with the first jet of his hot, creamy ejaculate. He impaled himself inside her for a whole minute as he came in powerful spurts into her fizzing vagina. His sperm blasted against her receptive cervix and his seed flooded her womb. She felt it and he grunted seven times as he pumped seven streaks of himself deep inside her forbidden depths. Then, with them both seeing stars, he collapsed on top of her body as she twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Her world went black.

He gathered the last of his strength to rise from her. Their sweat and sex juices glistening on their skin. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples now exposed against his frame. Her eyes rolled a little more before they shut. He slicked out of her, a puddle of their love making left streaking his floor. Jeffery untangled himself from her limp limbs and gathered his woman into his arms. Carefully he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom placing her on the bed and stared in wonder and confusion at the girl he had made love to.

He dilligently cared for his lover, tucking her in before fetching her something to help rouse her from the sex and beer induced exhaustion. A pot of coffee brewed impatiently – this was the second one. When Rachel woke she moaned and he was there, coffee in hand. It was real. It was awkward and she remembered it all.

They looked deep into each other’s eyes once more. His heart seemed to stop. She could feel his spent jizz oozing from her well fucked pussy. The silence seemed to last an eternity but it was abruptly shattered after just a few seconds. She leaned in towards him and they kissed. His heart resumed beating… now for her… as it always should have been. His fingers got lost in her hair as she felt his thigh and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. He almost spilt her coffee everywhere.

It was all fabulous, well and good – except for the look of perplexion mixed with bliss etched upon Jeffery’s face. She smiled at his awkwardness as he sat there and some minutes later, as they sipped on the hot coffee, he looked at his young lover and asked,

“What, exactly, do you suppose we do now?”

The princess that she was smirked, “I’m game for round two actually.” As one they placed the coffee cups on the bedside table and fell into each other’s arms.

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.

The First Day

About an hour into our 3-hour drive, the sun broke through a three-day autumn gloom and lit up a dazzling display of autumn colour. My wife, Rachel, and I had lucked out as the next week promised to be crisp and cool in the evenings and warm and sunny during the day for our getaway. So, we had booked a room in a fancy hotel up in the mountains to rekindle a little of the magic we seemed to have lost in our relationship over the last year or so.

The forest surrounding the hotel had been turned into a state park many years ago. The rooms have a fireplace and jacuzzi while the historic rooms have been refurbished (all with ensuite bathrooms and balconies) and outfitted with late 19th century antiques and art. We booked a ‘jacuzzi room’ and were really looking forward to some biking, some canoeing, partaking in the award-winning cuisine and, I hoped, more than a little romance.

The drive up to the front door was stunning. It overlooked the forested hillside and down on the confluence of two rivers and provided a panoramic view of the vibrant autumn colours of the surrounding forest. Next to the river was a picturesque two-lane country road. Truly breathtaking.

We started to remove our bikes from the car rack, when two women exited a small shed near the parking lot and walked toward us. Both were closer to Rachel’s age than mine, perhaps a bit younger, but remarkable. I am six foot tall and one was nearly my height, willowy, a redhead with Scandinavian features, and perky breasts with pointy nipples that could be rather easily discerned beneath her blouse. The other was a little shorter than Rachel, five foot or so, athletically built with a pale complexion, blonde hair, a curvaceous body, and a confident bounce to her step. They gave us a key on a heavy chain and told us that they were told to put their bikes in the shed and that we could do the same. They told us to turn in the key to the hotel owner when we checked in. We thanked them and they went to the only other car in the parking lot with a bike rack to retrieve their suitcases. Both women were stunningly beautiful. The svelte, leggy, redhead looked great from behind in her capri pants but the shorter one had the most perfect ass I had ever seen on a woman of any age. She had such enticing curves.

Rachel saw me staring and said, “Jeff! Put your tongue back in your mouth and help me remove the bikes and unload the car.” She laughed as I blushed.

After checking in and then unpacking, we toured the grounds near the hotel and decided to take the hiking trail down to a small restaurant about a mile away near the confluence for lunch and a drink. As we were finishing our lunch, the two female friends from the parking lot walked by our table on the veranda. We exchanged pleasantries and commented on the beauty of the day and view of the river.

Rachel pointed out that I was again staring at their backsides as they walked past us, and she suggested that, “They are probably a couple, you know?”

“How can you tell?”

“Just call it a hunch.” She smiled and we walked the uphill mile back to the hotel, had a 'toes up’ for an hour or so in our room, and then decided to change our clothes for our 7:30 dinner reservation. My plan included a few glasses of wine in the quaint pub located adjacent to the hotel’s restaurant, get Rachel a bit tipsy, enjoy a wonderful meal, and then have a good romp to celebrate the vacation. Rachel seemed to be more than willing and had been giving little signals all day that she was in the mood. She even squeezed and pinched my butt on the walk back from the river and she didn’t swat my hand away when I returned the favour and then let my hand linger and massage her peachy ass. She even suggested that I give her a back-rub this evening. Everything about the hotel and the surrounding forest was better than advertised… and we caught the peak of the autumn colours. Truly a sensual setting.

When we arrived at the cozy pub, there was real wood fire in the hearth… perfect for the evening chill that was already descending. We took the last of the seven rustic oak tables. As our bottle of wine was arriving, the friends stood at the door looking for an open table.

Rachel saw their predicament and waved them over and said, “You are welcome to join us.” They happily agreed. I motioned to the waitress to bring two more wine glasses as we made introductions. “This is my husband Jeff and I’m Rachel.”

The blonde-haired friend smiled and replied, “I’m Sophie and this is Jessica”. Her dark eyes lingered on mine for just slightly too long. Her blonde hair perfectly framed her face. She had a cute button nose and full lips. Despite sitting next to my wife I remember desperately hoping such a gorgeous creature wasn’t gay.

Over the next hour and half, we killed two bottles of wine and the women talked non-stop. Rachel told them of our plans to bike down the River Road for nine miles the next morning to a picturesque town with a couple of art galleries, a couple of interesting restaurants, and an historic town square. Rachel had clearly done her internet planning and invited them to join us on the ride. The friends quickly agreed. Sophie and I both stated that an 18-mile round trip was at the upper limit of our interest in biking but Jessica and Rachel, who were more practiced riders, made tentative plans to do a larger bike loop the following day. Rachel and the flame haired Jessica really seemed to hit it off. They had everything in common it seemed and chatted like they had known each other for years. Sophie and I spent the evening rolling our eyes and smiling.

As the wine flowed and the women chatted, I learned that Sophie and Jessica were teammates on the same college volleyball team as well as roommates for their sophomore through senior years in college and lifelong dear friends. Sophie was married but had left her husband. I didn’t find out if it was acrimonious or if she was even divorced, but at least she wasn’t a lesbian. Jessica divorced four years ago when her husband had a sordid affair with a female politician that made the local papers. Jessica got the house and a sizable sum of money. According to Sophie, Jessica’s house was spectacular and situated in an established wealthy neighborhood. Jessica had paid for their vacation.

At that time of Jessica’s divorce, Sophie was experiencing marriage difficulties herself. She was living in a town about two hours away from Jessica and working as a hospital operating room nurse/technician. It was clear that the time away from her husband was putting a strain on her marriage so Jessica, who lived in the same town as the hospital, insisted that she move in with her during the working week. Sophie’s marriage failed anyway so she spent more and more time with Jessica. Sophie said with a laugh, “Jessica was rattling around in her mansion and needed the company, she doesn’t like to be alone.” It was clear they were thoroughly enjoying being housemates again.

My job during this chatter was to fill glasses, nod, and smile occasionally. Soon, we were all decidedly buzzed, laughing too loudly, and smiling too broadly. The friends seemed to be very close. They finished one another’s sentences and frequently touched one another during their conversations. During one of the rare lulls in the conversation, I decided to just ask the question that was burning in my mind, “Are you a couple?”

Immediately three things occurred simultaneously. Rachel kicked me in the shin.

And Sophie said, “Yes!”

And Jessica said, “No!”

Sophie and Jessica looked quickly at each other and simultaneously,

Sophie said, “No!”

And Jessica said “Yes!”

I cocked my head and said, “Ooookaaay, that clarifies things” and we all laughed.

As I refilled the glasses, Sophie said, “This probably deserves an explanation.”

According to Sophie, they were just roommates in college and probably the only girls on the volleyball team who didn’t experiment with same sex relationships, but such things were not as open ten years ago. When Sophie moved in with Jessica, they each had occasional dates with single men but the pickings were rather slim. About a year ago, Sophie started going out regularly with a guy from work much to the frustration of her estranged husband. She even spent the night with him after some dates and they did a long weekend together. Jessica figured that Sophie was now looking for a speedy divorce so she could take things further. But Jessica had fallen in love with her old friend… it was going to be… awkward.

They ended up having a heart to heart and they discovered they had feelings for each other. Sophie told her that living with Jessica would be more fun than living with any man… and even though the sex with her colleague was good, it was nothing special. He wasn’t the one.“

Jessica, who was clearly tipsy, chimed in saying, "This means he didn’t give her ass enough attention. She’s got the best ass.”

Sophie stood up, turned her ass toward us and said, “He just wouldn’t take any hints, or worse, he didn’t have any interest in my bottom.” She wiggled and swayed seductively. I was stunned.

Rachel said, “You better sit down before Jeff’s eyes pop out!”

I exclaimed, “So was this colleague blind? Gay? Or just pathologically boring?” My eyes still transfixed.

Sophie was clearly pleased that I appreciated her derriere and wiggled it a couple more times. As Sophie sat back down, she continued her explanation as to whether she and Jessica weren a couple as Rachel had suspected from the start. Sophie had told Jessica that the only part of her relationship with her husband and her colleague that she would really miss was the long cuddle after sex. But, there was always something missing when she had sex. Then, without any inhibitions she explained that her orgasms were much better with her toys than with any of her former lovers.

Jessica then continued the story. She told Sophie that she too missed the cuddling and pillow talk after sex. She too enjoyed her toys but they weren’t very cuddly!

Sophie quickly added that Jessica had every hand-held sex toy known to womankind and then jokingly, that she did so much business with EverReady that they had invested with them in the stock market!

“We would play… separately… but found that we gravitated to each other… afterwards.” Sophie explained hesitantly. “But we wouldn’t do anything together! We weren't… lesbians.”

“At least that’s what we thought initially.” Jessica continued looking at her bestie with adoration in her eyes, “we would just cuddle after we separately enjoyed our toys in our rooms… but getting the timing right was awkward. Eventually, whoever finished first would assist the other to finish.”

Sophie smiled and added, “At first, the assistance was limited to some petting and kisses. Then later we added fingers or a second toy, and eventually, there were no holds barred. Soon, our 'alone time’ evolved into 'together time.’ So, to answer your question, we are not a couple, we are lifelong friends who have recently added benefits.”

Rachel and I were surprised by their openness and honesty. Jessica noticed our astonishment and said, “This is the first time we have admitted our 'friends with benefits’ relationship to anyone. Even my family and closest friends have no idea. I guess we are out of the closet. But what the hell! This works for us, and our friendship has flourished. Neither of us have sworn off guys, but I must admit, Sophie really knows how to push all of my buttons!”

“Jessica saved me from my failed marriage, and I fell in love with my best friend.” She smiled at her lover. “Without her I’d have nothing.”

We shared a table at dinner, ordered more wine and the friends thought that I needed a half-dozen oysters as an appetizer. I told them that “Oysters were overrated as an aphrodisiac.” When asked why, I told them, “Last Saturday night I ate six and only the first five worked!” Sophie was taking a drink of water and laughed so hard that water came out her nose. Jessica almost choked and I was pleased that I had found a new audience for such an old joke.

Rachel told the friends, “Don’t encourage him by laughing at his 'dad jokes’ …which rhymes with 'bad jokes’.”

After the main courses, we all shared a piece of cheesecake and the women made a great show by licking the rich dessert from their spoons. Sophie winked at Rachel and slurred, “If that sixth oyster works and you need some help with him tonight, let me know.”

Jessica said, “Hey, I’m right here! What about me?”

Sophie responded, “I thought you were recharging Big Bart’s batteries.”

Rachel looked at the friends and said, “Big Bart sounds fun too. Let me know when it is my turn with him!”

I informed them, “Rachel has a bit of a toy fetish, too.” Rachel slapped my arm as I motioned for the check.

On the way to our room Rachel asked, “Did you enjoy having two attractive women flirting with you?”

I replied, “There were three attractive women flirting with me and I loved it. Did you like having two attractive women flirting with you?”

Rachel thought for a second and asked, “Do you really think they were flirting with me too?”

“Wellll…”, I said, “the three of you did stare at one another and make great use of your tongues when you lapped the cheesecake from your spoons. I thought that was pretty suggestive.”

“Jessica looked captivating, don’t you think? I’ve never met anyone with such beautiful ginger hair.”

“I think you have the hots for a certain redhead,” I suggested.

“I think you’ve been daydreaming of your cock buried in Sophie’s peachy ass!”

“Guilty as charged,” I said forlornly as we reached our room. I opened the door and before the door even closed, we were snogging like teenagers. Soon Rachel snaked a hand below my belt and urgently stroked my hardening penis through my pants. I slipped my hands into the back of her pants, cupped her ass and then ran my fingers between her legs. She was positively steamy. Rachel humped my fingers a few times before pushing me away.

She told me to put another log in the fireplace and turn off the lights. She retrieved a small velvet bag from the bathroom containing her 'vibrating egg,’ massage oil and lubricant. She then opened the drapes, letting the nearly full moon shine into the room. In the moonlight, she did a slow strip tease revealing her new and rather sexy lingerie before encouraging me to remove them. She then crawled onto the bed and sprawled out with her face down.

“Still interested in giving me a backrub?” she asked.

Rachel maintains that I give a superior massage and I enjoy giving them as they always end in enthusiastic sex. Rachel inserted the vibrating egg into her pussy, and I straddled her legs and poured oil onto her back. As my hands stroked and kneaded her neck and shoulders, Rachel cooed, “That’s wonderful!”

I worked my palms between her shoulder blades and down the sides of her back while my fingers massaged the sides of her breasts and my fingertips lightly tweaked her hardened nipples. I marveled at Rachel’s beauty. She wasn’t as willowy or striking as Jessica. Nor was she as curvaceous and perky as Sophie but her avid gardening, biking, yoga and reasonable diet kept her fit and her luscious brown hair cascaded about her shoulders. Most importantly, she was young at heart, adventurous, and willing to try new foods, new theater and music, explore new ideas, and she was uninhibited in bed. Moreover, we were great friends with a long history who knew, and accepted, one another’s foibles. We had no secrets and were confident in our love. I found this to be an immense turn on.

As I massaged her lower back, soft moans escaped her lips and her hips subtly rose to meet my full mast penis. I dribbled more oil onto her bottom and palmed and massaged her globes. I then slid my hands forward to shoulders once again which caused my penis to slide between the cheeks of her ass. She cooed and lifted her bottom imperceptibly to meet me. I could feel the vibrations of the egg in her pussy. Each time I slid my hands from her ass to her shoulders, my cock slid from her pussy lips through her ass cheeks. Again, I palmed her ass but this time I let my thumbs massage the rim of her pucker. Rachel lifted slightly and her rosebud opened a bit. I slid my left hand down to the entrance of her pussy and it opened and swallowed my thumb which joined the vibrating egg in her pussy. The fingers of my left hand reached down and teased her clit as my thumb pumped slowly in and out of her pussy.

Rachel was climbing rapidly toward climax when she turned beneath me onto her back. I was still straddling her legs and she leaned forward and swallowed my erection whole, gently massaged my balls, and she slid an oily finger into my ass. She looked into my eyes and requested that I make this 'a deluxe backrub’ which was her way of asking for anal sex.

I started to reach for the lubricant and Rachel said, “Use your tongue,” and got onto all fours and dropped her head to the mattress.

I got behind her and used my palms to separate her cheeks, blew softly on her rosebud, then took several long firm tongue laps from her pussy to her rosebud before working my tongue around and around the rim. I then buried my tongue inside her. Both holes were completely open as my thumb once again slid into her pussy and my tongue worked her ass. She pushed back onto my face. As I lapped and poked with my tongue. I could feel the egg vibrating through the walls of her ass.

Her hand went to her clit and started to rub. I pushed it away as I did not want her to orgasm until my penis was buried in her velvet confines. Rachel, in an uncharacteristic outburst of vulgarity, pushed my face from ass and urged me to slam my cock up her ass. As she sunk down to the mattress, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart.

I paused and admired the wanton beauty as I squirted massage oil onto my manhood and her open cheeks. I then slid my well-oiled cock smoothly into her well-oiled ass. She reached her hand down between her stomach and mattress and began to work her clit. This raised her ass to a perfect angle to plow her… and plow her I did. The egg vibrating through the walls of her pussy added to my and her sensations.

Soon, Rachel’s legs straightened, and her toes curled, her whole body started to vibrate and squirm, and I lunged forward and shot the first volley of cum deep into her taboo hole. She moaned and when I plunged into her again and shot the second volley into her ass. Rachel panted, “Oh god, it’s so good. I’m cumming, don’t stop.” Her moaning filled the room, and when I unleashed the third volley her squirming nearly dislodged me. Her entire body tensed, and her ass, with me on top, rose 8 inches off the bed and convulsed as I pumped a final spurt of jizz deep into her. We then collapsed onto the bed.

As our breathing slowly returned toward normal. I rolled onto my back and Rachel quickly pulled the egg from her pussy and turned it off as it was now just too much for her. “I may have to borrow extra batteries from Jessica,” she said.

I replied, “THAT was a great fuck! I hope I can still peddle a bike tomorrow.”

——–

The Second Day

We met our new friends at 8:30 for breakfast and ate heartily. Rachel and I then returned to our rooms, filled our water bottles, and quickly changed into our biking gear. Sophie and I loaded our bikes onto my car, and we drove down to the river road as we did not want to bike an additional mile up a good sized hill at the end of a long (for us, at least) ride. Jessica and Rachel, who were more experienced riders, wanted to start and end at the hotel.

Our ride along the river road was glorious. It was a bit brisk when we started, but near perfect temperatures for the rest of the day. Twice, large gaggles of geese passed low overhead in V formation. We stopped for a water break near a small bridge, where a stream emptied into the larger river.

The views of the river and the autumn colours were truly breathtaking although, I must admit, that most of the time my eyes were focused on the backsides of the three women riding in front of me. Jessica and Rachel often rode side by side and chatted, then Sophie, and then me. I was convinced that Sophie was teasing me as she would periodically stand up to peddle and wiggle her ass back and forth as she peddled.

There was really no reason to stand up to peddle as the river road had no real hills. One time when she was standing up and peddling, she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring at her wiggling tush. I gave her the OK sign with my thumb and forefinger and then pursed my lips for a kiss that I directed toward her ass. She laughed, did a couple of exaggerated twerks and then sped up a bit to join Jessica and Rachel.

She quickly betrayed me and told them that I was staring at their butts. When they looked over their shoulders at me, I let go of the handle bars, raised my hands above my head, and bowed toward them in worship. After a brief chat among themselves, all three stood up to peddle and wiggled their asses at me. I let go of the handle bars again with the intention of bowing again but almost lost control of the bike and came close to wrecking.

They laughed and Rachel said, “Keep your eyes on the road and your mind out of the gutter!” which prompted another laugh from them.

The small town down the trail was an interesting mixture of millennial chic and backwoods funky. There was an art gallery where a guy who looked like Santa Claus in bib overalls was using a chainsaw to carve owls, bears, eagles, and beaver out of four-foot logs. The carvings were quite good, and it was interesting watching him do both the rough and fine carving. In another shop, five female artisans made bird houses and various kitchen utensils out of dried gourds while new age electronic music played softly in the background. On the front page of the local paper which I purchased at a vegan restaurant and coffee shop, there was a picture of the high school homecoming king and queen.

We ate burgers and smoked trout for lunch at the Bay Horse pub, which had a sun splashed patio overlooking the river. There we watched a kingfisher dive repeatedly into the river for minnows then return to his perch. As we were leaving the Bay Horse, Sophie was walking backwards while talking effusively, and stepped off the curb awkwardly and wrenched her back a bit.

During the hour and a half return bike trip, we stopped for water, took scenic pictures, and we think that we saw river otters near the opposite bank. I could also see that Sophie was frequently rubbing her lower back, but it didn’t stop her from occasionally teasing me with her stand-up peddling and fanny wiggles.

When we got back to the hotel, Jessica and Sophie joined us in our room for a beer and some cheese and crackers. The ladies decided that we should take a two-hour rest. After dinner, the ladies would then use the jacuzzi in our room, as the jets would soothe Sophie’s lower back.

Rachel decided that I would be exiled to the billiard-dart-TV room near the pub and restaurant “to watch some game on the tube” because none of the women brought bathing suits.

When Jessica and Sophie returned to our room, we all went out onto our small balcony to watch the sunset. At dinner, I had a beer, but the ladies ordered a bottle of white wine. After dinner, they took the remaining half bottle back to the room to drink while lounging in the jacuzzi. While I would have gladly sold my soul to join Rachel and the friends in the jacuzzi, it was still pretty nice to have a good buzz, a cold brew in my hand, and some football on the TV. Moreover, I was hopeful that Rachel would be motivated by our 'splendid day’ to have another evening of inspired sex.

An hour later I received a text from Rachel, “Bring another bottle of Pinot Grigio to the room,” followed by a second text that read “Please.”

When I got to the room, I knocked and said, “Room service,” which gave them a few seconds to 'get decent’ and then strode into the room. The fireplace cast a warm glow to the room and the humidity from the jacuzzi gave the room a feel not unlike a tropical evening. As my eyes adjusted to the dim room, I noticed only two heads in the jacuzzi. My wife and Jessica were both naked. Rachel reached out for the wine bottle and then pointed to the bed. Sophie was face down and naked on the bed with a small towel over her hips.

Rachel said, “The jacuzzi jets helped her back a lot but she now needs a good backrub.”

Sophie chimed in, “Rachel has been raving about your skills as a masseur. Hope you don’t mind.” My mind went into overdrive. Don’t mind! Hell, I would risk my marriage to run my hands over her for an hour or so!

Rachel had her back to me and didn’t realise Jessica, who was facing her, and me, had risen slightly out of the water. I stole a quick glance at Jessica’s tits… they were shaped like ski slopes capped by pencil erasers. Her pointy nipples were clearly aroused. Rachel’s more modest nipples, but larger breasts, also seemed to be aroused. I fought the urge to reach out and cup Rachel’s tits while latching my mouth onto Jessica’s beckoning nipples. The stunning redhead smiled, she had intentionally given me an eyeful with my wife between us. I felt my penis strain my pants. Rachel turned to me once more and motioned with her eyes toward the bed. I turned and walked towards the semi naked blonde sprawled on the bed I hoped to get lucky in later that night.

Rachel barked, “Take off your dirty shoes for god’s sake and lose those pants too. They are the only pair of dress slacks that you brought on the trip and you are going to get massage oil all over them.”

I turned to my wife with a pleading look in my eye and a semi erect penis tenting my pants. She smiled and gestured me away with her hands beginning a conversation with Jessica. So, I dropped my trousers and I suppose I was grateful that my response to the breasts on display in the jacuzzi made my 6 and a half inch package look quite acceptable in my underwear.

I straddled Sophie’s legs between her knees and towel-covered ass and poured some massage oil onto my hands to warm it up. I then did a slow lap with my hands over her back and quickly found a large knot in her lower back to the right of her spine.

Sophie whispered, “Yes, that’s it… oh fuck! Yes… you’re on it” and I concentrated my efforts on that spot. She yelped slightly when I occasionally dug into the knot. “Oh Jeff, that hurts so good,” she mewled. As the knot loosened, I worked my hands on the trapezius muscle up to the shoulders and then back to the now receding knot. Sophie whimpered, “That’s sooo good, don’t ever stop. I tingle all over.”

After twenty minutes, Sophie seemed to melt into the bed and the knot was almost completely gone. I was delighted that I was able to provide her with some relief. I was completely into the therapeutic aspect of my duties. Without thinking, I rolled Sophie onto her back and bent one leg so that her foot was near her knee and pushed her bent leg over the straight leg. Her backbone rippled and cracked, and I repeated this with the other leg.

Sophie looked at me with her big brown eyes and said, “Holy shit, I’ve experienced a miracle cure! My back feels great, every tension is gone. I feel like jello, soft, hot, horny jelly.”

That is when I noticed that the towel was no longer hiding anything. Sophie’s legs were slightly parted. Her pussy was bare and her labia glistened. Then my eyes traveled upwards to her breasts. They were just perfect in size and shape, dark areolas and puffy nipples centred on the rounded peaks. I continued to gaze upon her pretty face, pale and flawless, and eventually to her wanton glassy eyes.

I looked at Rachel and Jessica in the jacuzzi, they were side by side and kneeling at the near edge of the jacuzzi and facing the bed. The bubbles were frothing at the surface between their bodies and the edge of the jacuzzi causing their breasts to bounce and jiggle. I could tell that the jet was aimed right at Rachel’s pussy. Jessica’s arm was draped over Rachel’s back and her hand was on Rachel’s ass. Although I couldn’t see Jessica’s fingers, the movement of her hand suggested that her fingers were busy stroking Rachel’s sex with her husband in the same room!

Rachel then shocked me by saying, “I think Sophie needs a 'deluxe’ back rub, Jeff.” It took a second to sink in, but I realised that Rachel had just given me permission to not only have sex with Sophie but to have anal sex with her. I was confused but not stupid. Sophie looked like she’d been plucked from my dreams and deposited on the bed in front of me. She was naked and smiling and I was in awe of her beauty.

Sophie then pushed me off my knees and onto my back and started to crawl over me. Obviously, Sophie had been instructed as to the meaning of a 'deluxe back rub.’ As Sophie crawled over me, I stopped her when her tits and dark puffy nipples were hanging near my mouth. Without saying a word I feasted on them.

Eventually, Sophie straddled my ears, lowered her pussy to my mouth, leaned forward and fondled, stroked, licked and sucked my cock to its fullest extent saying, “Oh Jeff! You are the perfect size for what I want you to do with me.” I didn’t think it was possible, but my penis got even harder. I was attracted to Sophie but, somehow this stunning young woman was attracted to me!

I worked my tongue into her pussy and lapped upon her lips as they opened. I then nibbled gently on her clit until the pearl hardened, and finally I raised my head slightly to view her magnificent ass. Sophie lowered her hips a bit. I lapped her rosebud and worked her rim with my tongue until it loosened and opened slightly.

Sophie cooed, “Oh shit! I love your tongue in my ass. This is truly deluxe!”

After several minutes, Sophie scrambled off me, got onto her hands and knees, and said, “Get your penis nice and wet in my kitty.” I got onto my knees behind her and buried my penis into her pussy in one smooth stroke as Sophie said, “Oh yes, so goddamned nice. Oh Rachel… you lucky, lucky girl.”

“I need a condom.” I gasped as I bottomed out inside her velvety vagina.

Sophie looked back at me, shook her head and bit her lip before saying “No you don’t. I need this… please fuck me?”. I stared into her dilated eyes and she smiled as I withdrew from her snatch slowly before sliding all the way back inside. Her hands gripped the duvet as I built up speed and started to slam into her. My heavy balls were slapping wetly against Sophie’s thighs and exposed clitoris as her beautiful breasts began to swing to the rhythm of our sex.

I had lost track of Rachel and Jessica for a while, but while on my knees, I saw that they were out of the jacuzzi and drying each other with towels. They scrutinised us as we made love, whispering to themselves. As soon as they were dry, Rachel got onto her back and maneuvered herself from the top of the bed, headfirst, and scooted herself under Sophie to lap at my balls while Sophie bent down and suckled on Rachel’s tits.

Rachel’s legs dangled over the edge of the bed and Jessica dropped to her knees and began to lick and finger Rachel’s pussy and ass. Rachel pulled my cock out of Sophie’s hot pussy and placed it at the entrance to Sophie’s ass. I slid it in slowly as I wanted to relish every moment of this paramount experience.

“Oh… Jeff!” Sophie squealed.

Sophie then dropped her pussy onto Rachel’s mouth. I looked down and saw my penis sliding in and out of Sophie’s perfect ass. My hands palmed her globes which shook and jiggled each time my body bounced against those heavenly cushions. I also saw my wife eagerly lapping at a cunt for the first time in her life and I saw Jessica bury two fingers up Rachel’s ass while nibbling, licking and rapidly flicking her clit.

Rachel was the first to cum. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out but a rush of air. Then her legs clamped tightly around Jessica’s head and she pumped her hips up and down posting on the two fingers in her ass and forcing Jessica’s tongue to focus on her clit. Rachel then collapsed and slid off the edge of the bed. She and Jessica kissed deeply.

With Rachel no longer under her, Sophie dropped her head to the mattress and urged me to pound her harder. The sight of her luscious tush twerking on my penis combined with the tight velvet confines of her ass soon had me on the brink. When Sophie slammed her knees together and her ass spasmed around my cock, I began to unleash my seed deep within her. I reached around and grabbed her tits and pulled her to her knees and pumped the remainder of my load into her welcoming bowels. I held her tightly as her body quivered and shook repeatedly. Eventually, she turned her head toward me, and we kissed.

I sank into my knees and caught my breath as Rachel urged Jessica onto the edge of the bed with her face up and her long legs touching the floor. I bent down and my mouth latched onto a long, hard nipple. My hand fondled her other breast and my fingers tweaked and rolled her nipple. Each time I tugged on them she moaned and when I lightly pinched her nipple she whispered, “Harder.” I was eager to oblige.

As I sucked and stretched her nipple with my mouth, I saw Rachel’s mouth engulf Jessica’s clit. Rachel looked at me and said, “Her clit is as large as her nipples. It’s like sucking on a little cock.”

Sophie was now kneeling beside Rachel and spreading lubricant from her wrist to her finger tips. When Sophie’s hand was good and slippery, she worked two, then three fingers into Jessica’s pussy as Rachel continued to suck and lick Jessica’s clit.

Jessica’s hair was an explosion of red on the duvet cover. She made eye contact with me and smiled before breathlessly urging Sophie for “More”. Sophie soon worked four fingers into and out of her needy vagina as Jessica humped her hips against the four fingers.

Sophie looked at Jessica and asked, “More?”

Jessica responded, “Oh yes Sophie, yes, give me more, I want it all.” Sophie curled her thumb into her fingers and slowly slid her entire hand into Jessica’s pussy and held it still for a few seconds. Sophie then started to slide her hand back and forth in Jessica’s pussy.

Sophie’s other hand still held the tube of lubricant and she squirted some onto Rachel’s fingers. With her mouth still fellating Jessica’s clit, Rachel slid first one and then two fingers into Jessica’s ass. I tugged and stretched her nipples with my mouth and fingers. Jessica’s head pressed into the mattress and her back arched and then her legs began to vibrate uncontrollably as she moaned, “Oh my fucking god, oh god” and then shouted, “yes, Yes, YES” and clamped her legs together around Sophie’s arm.

As Sophie slowly slid her hand out of Jessica’s pussy, she instructed Rachel to keep licking and sucking. Sophie quickly slid two fingers back into Jessica’s vagina and rapidly massaged her g-spot. Jessica’s feet shot toward the ceiling, as she frantically pushed Rachel off her clit, she gushed and squirted onto Rachel’s and Sophie’s faces. Jessica then clamped her legs together as her whole body convulsed, and finally rolled to her side and into a fetal position. Jessica’s whole body spasmed repeatedly for thirty seconds or so as Sophie, Rachel and I gently ran our hands over her.

Sophie said, “That was a killer orgasm!”

Jessica replied, “The best EVER! I’ve never cum so hard. I’m so embarrassed. Thank you Rachel, thank you.”

Sophie hugged me and placed little kisses on my neck, chest and nipples saying, “Your deluxe backrub was extraordinary. Rachel is a very lucky lady.” She stared at me for just a few seconds but it seemed like minutes. I was struck by her beauty. I was a very lucky man.

As the four of us hugged and cuddled, Rachel said, “I had a night of many firsts and a mind shattering orgasm that left me limp, but Jessica’s explosive orgasm was truly a sight to behold!” We all laughed, kissed, cuddled and eventually said goodnight.

——–

The Third Day

At breakfast the next morning, Sophie and I lobbied for a canoe rental from Jack’s Canoe Rentals. Jessica and Rachel, however, wanted to load the bikes onto the cars; drive into the village and do a 31-mile loop that was described in a brochure as the 'most beautiful country road bike loop in the world.’ But 31 miles seemed excessive to me, even if the loop is relatively flat. Besides, I was secretly hoping to save some energy for the evening and whatever adventures that may bring. Jessica and Rachel, who were far more avid cyclists than Sophie and me, tried to convince us to 'challenge ourselves’ but also seemed more interested in spending time together.

Sophie said, “I’m already saddle sore from yesterday’s ride. I’d rather save my ass for something more fun.” She winked at me.

I whispered, “I like your idea and couldn’t agree more.” So, we decided to split into two groups of two for the day’s activities.

After breakfast, Rachel and I returned to our room to change our clothes. I put on a pair of hiking pants that could zip off into a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and a windbreaker. As Rachel was struggling to pull on her spandex biking shorts, I came up behind her and rubbed my penis against her panties and squeezed her breasts. She turned her head and we kissed. She asked, “Are we playing with fire? We’ve never done anything like last night.” Then she quickly added, “But it all seemed so organic and natural and FUN!”

“Does it bother you that I had unprotected sex with Sophie?” I asked. Rachel paused considering her answer.

“I think it would have bothered me more if you ejaculated in her pussy. Did you want to empty your balls into that blonde bombshell…” it was my turn to struggle for words. Rachel continued, “I do know you have a thing for redheads.” She laughed. “Just so we are clear - you can have whoever you want. Last night taught me a lot about us… it was not at all dangerous to our marriage or relationship. It was eye opening.”

I tried to ease Rachel’s mind by saying, “We are married - I belong to you. I would not make love to Sophie, or any other woman, without obtaining your consent, but I can’t guarantee that Sophie and I won’t do some teasing and flirting today.”

“Jessica and I might just do the same!” After a few more kisses and some petting, we agreed that we should just enjoy the day and be open to any adventures that might occur.

After a few moments of silence, Rachel said, “I can’t believe that I licked and fingered both Sophie and Jessica. Did that bother you? Me with another woman?”

I thought for a moment, then said, “I was a bit surprised by your enthusiasm for it, but it really didn’t bother me. The fact that you were really enjoying being with a woman, added immensely to my pleasure. As you said, it all happened so organically. Would it bother you if I had sex with another man!” I joked.

“Actually… I wouldn’t mind that at all.” She replied seriously, catching me completely off guard.

Rachel reached back and rubbed my semi-hard cock through my pants for several seconds, then stepped away and said, “Save that for tonight. I’ll take good care of it, even if our new friends aren’t interested in an encore performance.”

I was pleased to hear that Rachel was not opposed to another sexually charged evening. I filled a couple of water bottles, took a few granola bars and stuffed them into a small backpack. We then headed down to the reception area to meet the friends.

It turned out that Jack’s Canoe Rental was managed by a small girl, maybe still a teenager, named Hayley. Hayley and I loaded a canoe onto a truck, and she drove us upstream to a landing. She said it was a three to four hour downstream paddle back to Jack’s. Hayley was petite. She looked like a pixie with her pale complexion and brightly coloured pink hair which she pushed back over her ear revealing multiple ear piercings. She wore a scoop neck T-shirt which showed off her peach sized breasts. She was clearly bra-less as her perky breasts bounced and wobbled as she walked. They looked so round…

Hayley may have been a teenager but she just looked so fucking cute! Her breasts were still clearly on display as we unloaded the canoe, paddles, and life jackets from the truck. When Hayley and I bent at the waist to position the canoe onto the landing she caught me staring down her blouse at her tits. She whispered in a voice loud enough for Sophie to hear, “See anything that you like?”

I responded, “Oh! Err… Sorry, and yes, I guess.”

“Oh really?” The young woman smirked and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Hayley caught Sophie’s attention and said in a voice loud enough to be overheard, “What would your wife say if she knew you were looking at my tits?”

I replied, “Oh… this - this is not my wife… My wife is out galavanting with Sophie’s girlfriend. Sophie probably appreciates your brazen honesty and I apologise for gawping at you.” I said sincerely.

“You do have amazing tits, Hayley.” Sophie cut in and Hayley smirked once more. “I can’t help but admire them myself. Jeff is just a man and men do get preoccupied with our bodies don’t they?”

“I guess I should appreciate his lustful looks then.” She winked at me.

“Personally, I thank you for reminding this older gentleman of the perfection of a firm, youthful body and for putting me in my place.” As her breasts were still on display from our kneeling position and Hayley startled me by asking something completely unexpected.

“Well if your wife’s not here… and your blonde girlfriend approves… Do you want to feel them?” Hayley looked down to her hanging mammaries, I looked at Hayley and then at Sophie in complete surprise.

“I think you should take her up on her offer… I know I would.” Sophie said, staring at the exposed cleavage in front of my face.

“I won’t tell…” Hayley whispered, still smirking. She arched her back and leaned her torso a little closer to me. Tentatively, I reached out with my left hand and fondled her hanging tits for several seconds. I withdrew my hand and then said, “Those really are… amazing… thanks!”

“You made an old man very happy!” Sophie laughed, “Now let’s get this puppy into the water because I want him to stare with impunity at my ass for the next three hours.”

Hayley replied, “The river and autumn leaves are worth a look too.” And pushed us off. Her eyes sparkled as we departed the shore, she looked as if she wanted to say something but we just watched each other as we drifted apart. I sat with an uncomfortable erection in my pants and looked forward to seeing the beautiful blonde travel companion handle her paddle.

When we got onto the river and fumbled our way into a reasonable paddling rhythm with Sophie 'fore’ and me 'aft’, we waved goodbye to Hayley as she drove back to Jack’s Canoe Rental. As we drifted downstream, I said, “I can’t believe that I actually touched up Hayley’s tits within minutes of meeting her. I have NEVER done anything like that… never even seriously contemplated doing anything like that. Perhaps the police will be waiting for me when we get back to Jack's… or maybe Jack will just bloody my nose. But,” I added, “it would be worth it.”

Sophie replied, “You didn’t just grope her, Jeff. You asked politely, and she consented. For a large fee, I would testify to that in court.” She then turned her torso toward me (we were both facing the front of the canoe), lifted her T-shirt and lowered the cups on her pale orange, lacy bra. She asked, “Are her tits really that much better than mine?”

I said, “Let me see. Lift them up with your hands.” With a devilish grin, she complied with my request. I then suggested that she should fondle and arouse her puffy nipples. Again, she complied while staring directly into my eyes for several seconds as she tweaked her nipples.

Eventually, she demanded, “Well, are they?”

I pondered for a few more seconds, then said, “Yours are bigger and your puffy nipples are spectacular but Hayley’ tits have a youthful firmness. You should keep in mind that I never said that Hayley has better tits than you, I only commented favorably on their firmness. You didn’t want me to give the young lady an inferiority complex, did you? Hayley extended a favour to me, and I thanked her and returned a compliment. It would have been rude to mention that your tits are far superior to hers.”

Sophie readjusted her bra and said, “You are quite the gentleman.” She then turned around and once again picked up her paddle.

About an hour later, we spied the river otters near the shoreline and glided over to get a closer look. We took our phones out of the water tight containers to take some pictures. We each snapped dozens of shots hoping to capture this magical moment. Mostly our pictures were near misses… lots of pictures of ripples in the water where an otter had just submerged…or pictures of an otter’s back that could easily have been a floating branch or twig… but Sophie got one super picture which she texted to me.

It showed an otter on the shore getting ready to slide into the water next to a floating yellow, red and orange maple leaf which was just behind the face of an otter sticking out of the water and watching us closely. The water surface was glistening with the dappled sunlight of the overhanging trees. I raved about the picture and noted “It is definitely suitable for framing.”

Sophie responded, “The creative process has gotten all of my juices flowing!”

We texted the picture to Rachel and Jessica. A while later, we received a return text from Rachel. “Wow, very neat!” followed by some emojis that I didn’t understand. Below the text was a picture of Jessica standing next to her bike overlooking fields of goldenrod and purple asters on either side of winding country road, with cows grazing on a hillside pasture near a barn and silo, and brightly coloured trees at higher elevation. If it was a painting, it would just be too cheesy to put on a wall. But with Jessica in the picture, it demonstrated that the beauty of the countryside was real. We responded with 'ooohs and aaahs’ and then proceeded downstream.

When I grabbed some water and a granola bar from my backpack, Sophie twisted around and said, “Pass me some water and snacks, too.”

I responded, “What’s the magic word?”

Instead of saying 'please’, Sophie raised up slightly from her seat, pulled down her shorts revealing a sexy pair of pale orange 'boy shorts’ that matched her bra and said, “Is this enough to get me a granola bar?”

God did she have a perfect bubble ass. I made a licking motion with my tongue and said, “No, but it makes me hungry enough to eat a second granola bar. Boy, are they good and I was parched. The cool water really hits the spot.”

She then peeled down her panties, reached back and separated her glorious globes and exposed her pussy and ass to me. When she looked over her shoulder, my mouth was agape, and my eyes were wide and laser focused on her display. She made an oohing sound, turned her head forward and wiggled her ass slightly. I swear that her ass winked at me. I quickly snapped a picture before she turned her head again to look at me.

When she did turn toward me, I reached into the backpack, saying, “Yeah, that’s definitely worth a granola bar and bottle of water!” and tossed them to her. A few minutes later, I texted her the picture of her ass with the caption, “Full Moon over a meandering River.”

When her phone dinged and she looked at the picture and text, I could tell that she was surprised that I had taken the picture. She examined it for a few seconds, and then said, “Maybe tonight you will get a chance to see the dark side of the moon!”

When we finally paddled into Jack’s after three hours on the river, we were low on water and ravenous. I helped Hayley pick up the canoe and carry it to a rack. Before bending down, Hayley looked at Sophie and winked. My eyes were focused on her dangling peach breasts and said, “a vision of loveliness, would it be too much to ask if I could wrap my lips around them once?”

Hayley looked at me and said, “It would, but thanks for asking.”

Sophie kicked me in the leg and said, “No young women wants a lecherous old man gawking and pawing at her.”

Over lunch at the Bay Horse, I asked Sophie if it was true that no woman wants a lecherous old man taking an interest in her. Sophie replied, “I must admit I always had a thing for older men. Especially if the lecherous old man is not terribly overweight, has some hair, and can still get it up.”

I whooped and said, “check, Check and CHECK! That is so reassuring.” I was really hoping that Rachel would let me have another go at Sophie’s ass tonight.

Right then, we got a text with two pictures… one of a parking lot with seven grungy pickup trucks, two bicycles, and a sign that said, 'Claude and Emma’s BBQue’ and a second picture of two plates with giant mounds of pulled pork, a massive platter of curly french fries, and two bowls brimming with Coleslaw. The food platters sat on a linoleum covered table next to a napkin dispenser. Sophie responded, “That should put some meat on Jessica’s skinny body.”

I responded, “I wonder what a dozen guys with pick-up trucks would do to two women in tight spandex shorts?”

Rachel replied to my text, “Emma’s big enough to keep 'em in line!”

After lunch, we returned to the hotel, went to our separate rooms to shower, and then I dozed off while checking my emails. Rachel returned some time later. Grabbed a quick shower and then crawled onto the bed with me. While rubbing my cock through my pants, she asked if I had a good day.

I said, “It was marvelous, but Sophie teased me mercilessly and left me extremely horny.”

Rachel sarcastically replied, “You poor thing,” and then added, “but I am sure that problem will be solved later.” She then headed out to their room, ostensibly to check out the antiques and historic paintings that adorned their walls in the historic section of the hotel. I decided to take a Viagra… I wanted to make sure I performed well for my wife.

I may have dozed off again while listening to an audio book and checking emails when I heard a knock on the door. I was lying on the bed in my underwear and the Viagra had given me a semi-stiffy. I thought that Rachel had forgotten her key, so I opened the door without thinking.

Sophie walked in, looked me up and down, smiled, and said, “Jessica wants to show Rachel some of her toys and Rachel sent me here to keep you company and to get you in the mood. They will be over later.” She then stepped closer, dropped her hand to my underwear and lightly stroked my penis. “Looks like it won’t be difficult to get you in the mood.”

I put my arms around her, dropped my hands to her luscious ass, and massaged it through her tight yoga pants, and kissed her neck. After a few seconds, I asked, “What would you most like me to do?”

Sophie stepped back and I sat on the edge of the bed while she started to unbutton her blouse. I applauded and she started to do a strip tease for me. First the blouse came off. When she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She then moved between my knees and put her tits with their big dark areolas and puffy nipples right in my face. I wrapped my lips around one and after a minute or so, I moved to the other. My hands slid down the back of her yoga pants and rubbed and squeezed her ass while licking her nipples. Sophie’s hand moved softly over my still encased cock. Eventually, my fingers found their way to her now juicy pussy and when they were good and wet, I moved them to her rosebud and ran them around her rim. Sophie then moved closer to me and we kissed.

She then backed away and turned around, bent at the waist and with her head near her knees, she pealed her yoga pants down over her ass. She looked up between her legs and said to me. “Worship it!” I dropped to my knees and began to kiss, nibble and lick over the entirety of her wondrous globes. Eventually, my tongue found its way to her pussy where I licked and probed until her hole was dripping and her clit emerged from its hood. I buried a finger in her pussy and dragged my tongue up to her pucker which smelled deliciously like apricots. As I licked over and around her ass, her rosebud started to open, and I circled the inside of her rim with my tongue.

Sophie was making the most delightful cooing sounds and whimpered, “Oh god yes,” and “That’s it, don’t you dare stop. I need this sooo much after our day together, so heavenly.” Her pussy was positively leaking onto my hand and wrist.

After several minutes, Sophie straightened up and said, “Let’s go to bed, Jeff.”

“Errr… I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Do you want to have sex?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she said softly.

“Fuck…”

“It just seems like a bit too much, don’t you think? We both have… other people in our lives.”

“Baby, I can’t keep playing this game. You are my dream woman and I’m horny as hell. I need us to fuck or stop.”

She bit her lip. “But I like playing this game. I’m horny too, you know?”

“Then dare me to make you cum,” I told her.

“How would you make me cum?” she asked. “Without sex, I mean?”

“I’ll rub my cock against your pussy,” I told her.

She wiggled her crotch. “I’m already doing that.” She grinded her vulva against my aching penis. She gasped. “What if you accidentally put your cock in me?”

“I wouldn’t do that. If that’s not what you want?”

“You promise not to?”

“I promised Rachel I wouldn’t have sex without her permission.”

“But Jeff… she sent me up here? She knows we are both hot for each other. We are going to end up fucking.”

“I told you, I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to. I wouldn’t dare.”

Sophie was blushing red. “OK. I dare you to rub your cock against my pussy until I cum.”

“Challenge accepted! Lie back,” I told her, smiling.

She did as she was told, lying on her back, looking up at me with trepidation.

“OK,” she whispered. My eyes were ready to take in the sight of her pink puffy lips, but she shyly cupped her pussy with her hands, blocking my view. “Now I’m embarrassed.”

“You shouldn’t be, you look amazing.”

“I didn’t think I would ever be with another man after reconnecting with Jess. But you are… older… wiser… a gentleman. I didn’t believe in love at first sight,” she said. “But… I could easily fall for you. I thought we would just tease and flirt with each other a little tonight. But now I want more. I want you, Jeff.”

“I want you too, Sophie.” I said feeling my heart pound in my chest, “Please move your hands and spread your legs, baby.”

She opened up her legs and moved her hands. I crawled between her thighs, sitting on my calves. She kept her legs nice and wide as I scooted closer. I was holding my cock up, but as I came closer, I let it drop. It fell right on top of her crotch, lying across her wet pussy and pubic mound.

“Oh, oh, Jeff. we are really going to do this,” she said, looking down and watching me. “You promised, not inside me, right?”

“Trust me,” I whispered, holding my cock by the base. It was a bat made of solid steel. I gave it a swing, tapping her pussy flesh. It rippled when I hit it and she squirmed and moaned.

“God, Jeff. That felt good.”

“You want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please.”

I did as she asked, gently tapping her pussy lips with the shaft of my cock, her wet juices amplifying the sound of each quick slap. She was breathing hard, lifting up her back to try to meet my cock each time it connected with her pussy.

“Mmm fuck,” she said. I glanced at her and realized she was cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, giving them gentle squeezes. “More,” she said.

I carefully pressed my fat cock up against her pussy lips. They spread open to hug my long shaft. I moved my cock from side to side, all while my mushroom head batted her hard little clit.

“Aaaaahh Jeff! Fuck, I’m so wet.”

“I know you are, baby. Your pussy is drooling all over me,” I said, slapping my cock onto her vulva again, splashing little droplets of pussy juice all over our thighs.

“I wanna cum so bad,” she said. “My clit…”

“Rub it with my cock, Sophie. You take control of it.”

I reached for her hand, taking it and bringing it down onto my throbbing member. She stretched her neck to get a better look as she took hold of it then carefully grinded my mushroom head right into her hard clit. Her hips started gyrating, rubbing her clit up into the head of my cock.

“Ah fuck, right there, right there!” she said.

I was pushing back, crushing my cockhead into her clit as she rubbed. I was so hard, so horny for her and so worried she was going to make me cum. I needed to hold on. I didn’t want to cum until I was deep inside that hot pussy of hers. Inside her? Fuck! What was I thinking?

“You love my cock, don’t you, Sophie?” I asked as I watched her slapping her clit with it.

“Fuck, yes, I love it.”

“Just imagine how good it would feel inside you, stretching you open.”

“Ohh, Jeff, I know it would. But I made a promise to Jess. I love her. And you made a promise to Rachel, that we wouldn’t fuck unless she was here.”

I pulled my cock back and pushed forward, rubbing the head up along her pussy lips and back into her clit where she lifted her hips to rub against it again.

“Fuck, that feels amazing!” she said, “You are amazing….

“Can I put it in your pussy, baby?”

“God… Yes… but, we can’t fuck each other.”

I took control of my cock and started slapping her clit in quick succession. She moaned loudly and threw her head back.

“Fuck! I want you, Jeff. I know it’s wrong but I want you inside me.”

“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, assaulting her swollen clit with my rock hard manhood.

“Jeff! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” she screamed, “You’re going… to make me…” Then her eyes rolled and she threw her head back onto the pillow.

While I rubbed, grinded, and slapped her pussy with my cock, I could see her muscles contract and spill her little girl cum. I watched it run out and soak the bed. She was still whimpering and moaning as she finished twitching. She was smiling and breathing heavily when she came back to her senses. I never stopped rubbing.

“There, do you feel better now, Sophie?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she said, her brown eyes opening and focusing on me.

“Truth or dare, baby,” I said.

“Jeff, we can’t.”

“Truth or dare.”

“…Dare.”

“I dare you… to let me put my cock inside your gorgeous pussy.”

She bit her lip hard as she looked down. “Jeff… we both know we won’t be able to help ourselves.”

“Double dare,” I added while I gently stroked her pussy lips with the shaft of my cock, thrusting my hips in slow motion to slide my dick across her slippery channel.

“Um, what if I said just the head?” she said.

“Just the head?”

“Yeah, just the head, and only for 60 seconds. It’s not the whole thing, so it’s not as wrong, right? We will be keeping our promises.”

“I want to know what you feel like. I need to get you out of my system, Sophie. I’m besotted with you.”

“We can’t fall in love, Jeff.” She didn’t sound convinced with her own words.

“We can’t.” I breathed, as my cock basked in the heat eminating from her sex.

“I want you inside me. But I get to put it in,” she said, reaching down, wrapping her delicate fingers around my shaft. “No thrusting.”

“I’ll be good,” I said, but I would have said anything to get into her pussy at this point.

I watched her with all the care in the world hold my cock firmly around the shaft, her fingers carefully coiling just under the head, presumably to stop any more from going in. As she squeezed, my cock head grew bigger and purpler, turning it into a raging bull ready to charge at the pink flesh of her pussy. She brought the head down and gently slid it against her pussy lips, parting them. She seemed to hesitate.

“It’s OK, Sophie,” I said. “It’s just us… like you said… they knew we were horny for each other. They sent you up here… to me.”

“This could end up being adultery!” Sophie chuckled.

“Do you think they are both being virtuous? I want you, Sophie. Just slide it in.”

“They looked like they were

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