I had a dream last night where I came deep inside my chubby sister’s bare pussy. Now it’s all I can think about. I mean, I’ve always wanted to fuck, ,fill and impregnate her… but it felt so damn delicious and real. I need her so damn badly right now!
Let’s chat about it. Feel free to message me anytime…like now!
So I had this blonde BBW bisexual ex-girlfriend who wanted MMF and FFM threesomes. Completely bareback, creampies, the works. Completely awesome and sexy times. Let’s chat about this and other deliciously kinky stuff.
I have had such a ridiculously long day. Is it wrong that I want my sister to ride my bare cock like a chubby cowgirl until I explode deep inside her fertile little pussy? I don’t care if it’s wrong. That. I need that. Right now.
She had been both awaiting this day and dreading this day for a long time. Her 18th birthday party. She had turned 18 just a few days before, but the town tradition was to wait until the first weekend after turning 18 in order to celebrate. Her town however was a little different than any other.
Faye was in her third and final year of university. She was 5′2″, brunette, with large perky breasts and wide hips.
She shared a flat with four other girls and one guy. The place wasn’t great, but they were students and had to take what they could get. The flat resided above a small shop, and the building’s peculiar shape meant that, from her window, she could see into the bathroom and vice versa. Of course, the bathroom windows were frosted, so she couldn’t actually see anything.
Nick, Faye’s only male flatmate, was in his room waiting for Faye to finish in the shower so that he could use it. He heard her leave the bathroom, and so he grabbed his towel and went to take a shower.
The bathroom was uncomfortably full of steam, so he opened the windows to let some of it out. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower, turned the water on, and went about his usual routine.
A couple of minutes went by before he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking for the source, he noticed that, with the windows wide open, he could see directly into Faye’s room. The movement he saw had been Faye herself moving into view of the window, wrapped in her large orange towel.
Oblivious to the fact that Nick was watching, Faye let her towel drop to the floor.
Nick’s cock hardened at the sight of Faye’s naked form and he began stroking himself slowly, watching as Faye picked up her towel and began drying herself. He imagined what he would like to do to Faye as he continued pumping his throbbing cock, the speed of his strokes increasing as his pleasure built.
Faye, now sufficiently dry, threw her towel on the floor and turned to grab something from the windowsill. Caught up in his pleasure, Nick didn’t think to hide what he was doing until it was too late. Faye saw everything.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her flatmate, jerking his cock as he perved on her naked body. Her gut reaction was anger, and she had already stormed into the bathroom before thinking to cover herself. She marched straight towards Nick, a barrage of abuse forming in her mouth. Before she could utter a word, however, Nick lost control. He shot stream after stream of hot cum in Faye’s direction, coating her face and tits.
Her anger faded into amused disbelief. She was miffed by what Nick had done, but enjoyed the knowledge that he had blown his load thinking of her. She sighed, looking down at her cum covered breasts. “I need to wash this off!” she said, answering Nick’s puzzled expression as she climbed into the shower.
Nick watched as Faye let the water mix with his cum on her body and, as it didn’t wash off easily, rubbed it all over herself. His cock was getting hard again, which Faye quickly noticed. “Seriously?” she asked. She had to admit, she was a little turned on by everything that had happened, and especially now Nick’s hard cock was inches away from her fertile pussy.
Dropping to her knees, she took the head of Nick’s dick into her mouth and began massaging it with her tongue. She slid a hand between her legs as she sucked his cock, rubbing her clit and slipping two fingers into her wet cunt.
She could tell Nick was getting close to cumming, so she stood up and bent over in front of him, before guiding his cock inside her. She pushed back, taking him to the hilt into her, and then forward, in long slow strokes.
It wasn’t long before Nick moaned “I should probably pull out, I’m gonna cum”.
“Not yet, I’m so close!” Faye whimpered, as she worked his shaft.
“No seriously, I’m about to cum!” Nick exclaimed, stepping backwards so he could pull out.
He had almost completely withdrawn from her when Faye slammed her hips backwards. Nick felt the tight wet walls of Faye’s highly fertile pussy clench the entire length of his cock as he re-entered her, the sensation proving too much as he began spewing potent cum against her cervix. Paralysed by his orgasm he emptied his balls deep inside her.
Casually, and without saying a word, Faye pulled off of his cock, and went back to her bedroom.
Nick watched, through the still open window, as Faye laid down on her bed and angled her hips upwards.
“If he’s going to perv on me, then I’m getting a baby!” she thought, pushing some of the cum that had leaked out back into her pussy
This is based on a neighbour of mine (not the one in the previous story), however, it is mostly fantasy. Everything up to the parcel is true. The sex is just what I would like to happen ;)
Growing up Nick showed little interest in Sally, the girl next door. She was, after all, seven years younger than him and, as a teenage boy, Nick wanted nothing to do with the younger kids on the street.
The years went by and Nick moved in to his own place a few towns over.
He would catch Sally ogling him when he visited his parents. Though, as flattered as he was by her affection, he was aware of her age and ignored the flirtatious looks she gave him.
Years later still, due to unfortunate circumstances, Nick found himself moving back in with his parents.
He came home one day to find a note. Someone had tried to deliver a parcel but, as no one was in, had left it with the neighbours. As the first one home Nick figured he should go get the parcel.
It was Sally who answered the door. For the first time in years Nick looked at Sally properly. He knew she had recently turned eighteen, lessening the guilt he felt as he now ogled her for the first time. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, her clothes clinging to the ample curves of her body.
Distracted and turning slightly pink in the face, Nick managed to stammer “I think you have a package for me.”
Sally stood frozen for a few seconds before saying “I doooo!” and handed him the package.
Embarrassed by his reaction Nick thanked her and promptly left.
A few weeks went by, and then, one evening, Nick received a message on Facebook. It was Sally. She explained how her parents had gone on holiday and she was freaked out because she thought she saw someone in the garden. She asked Nick if he would come over and check that there was no one there.
Nick grabbed a torch and searched the garden, it was clear. Relieved, Sally invited Nick inside and made them both a cup of tea. She was still a little on edge and asked Nick if he would stay for a while. He agreed, and so they sat down to watch a film.
It was getting late, and half way through the film Sally asked if it was okay for her to go and get into her pyjamas. Mental images of Sally undressing filled Nick’s head. He shook himself out of it long enough to say “Sure!”. He paused the film as Sally ran upstairs and then waited.
Ten minutes later, Sally returned. She was wearing a long T-Shirt that only just covered her ass and, as she walked across the room, it rode up, revealing a cute pair of dark red panties.
She sat next to Nick on the sofa and covered herself with a large blanket, her head poking out the top of it. The night was getting colder and it wasn’t long before Sally gestured for Nick to join her under the blanket.
They cuddled up and, after about fifteen minutes, decided this position was too uncomfortable to maintain. Sliding their legs down the sofa, they instead began to spoon. Sally’s butt was pressed against Nick’s crotch, and he tried desperately to control himself. He lost it, however, when Sally, trying to get more comfortable, wiggled her ass against his cock.
A mild panic gripped him as he felt his cock growing harder, pressing against Sally’s butt. Without saying a word, Sally reached behind her and started stroking his cock through his trousers. Shocked, but excited, Nick unbuttoned them, pulling them, and his boxers, down onto his thighs. Sally gripped his cock and began a slow pumping motion, while Nick slid a hand into her panties.
They played with each other like this for a few minutes then, pulling her panties to the side, Sally guided Nick’s hard shaft inside her. He slowly thrust into her, the wet walls of her vagina swallowing his cock. They enjoyed a long, slow fuck and were both nearing climax when the front door burst open and Sally’s parents came marching into the room (They had come home a day early to avoid the blizzard that had been forecast).
Nick was glad the blanket was still covering them, he didn’t think her parents would be pleased if they saw him balls deep in their eighteen year old daughter.
Sally quickly explained about the person she thought she saw, and her parents thanked Nick for looking after her, still oblivious to the fact he was close to blowing his load inside their baby girl.
Unfortunately, Sally’s mum liked the film they were pretending to watch, so she, and her husband, sat on the sofa across the room and started watching the film.
A few minutes passed, and Sally’s parents were now completely engrossed by the movie. Keeping an eye on them to ensure they weren’t watching, Nick ever so slowly began to thrust into Sally. She turned, looking at him with a face of “What are you doing?”. He gave a slight shrug, grinning mischievously, and resumed fucking her hot, wet pussy.
A thought suddenly struck Sally, she hadn’t told Nick she wasn’t on birth control and now, with her parents mere feet away, there was no way of letting him know without them noticing. The fear that she might get pregnant caused her to tense up and, to her horror, this included her pussy. The walls of Sally’s vagina closed around Nick’s cock as he continued to thrust, and stream after stream of potent cum splashed against her cervix.
The feel of her overflowing pussy, and the thrill (as scary as it was) that she might soon be explaining to her parents that she got knocked up as they sat in the room became too much for Sally and she rubbed her clit to her own explosive orgasm, Nick coughing loudly to cover up her moans.
It was another hour before her parents finally went up to bed and Nick pulled out of Sally. With the cum locked inside her by Nick’s cock for an hour there had been no where for it to go than into her womb, so nothing came out of her when she tried pushing.
Sally’s parents kept her busy over the next few days and she found it impossible to sneak out. The window for taking the morning after pill closed, and a few weeks later Sally approached her parents.
Sorry I have not written in a while. I have had a lot of things happen recently. With moving and visiting old relatives. I also became pregnant again, but I will talk about that later.
As I mentioned before my husband married me after he finish graduate school. We had a long online relationship. He was my first time but I was not his.
When my husband moved to China to be with me he could not work for the first few months until his correct visa was done. After we married he could get a spouse visa but still had to apply for a work visa. Luckily my aunt is a businesswoman and her brother-in-law had a business that could use the skills my husband had in computers.
His boss is not a good man like my husband is. He has a wife and a child but I know he sees other women, but I could not complain that he gave my husband a job. I would always call him uncle but after he hired my husband I just called him Boss too. He is a white man as well but not from the same country as my husband. He is actually from Germany.
Since he is a member of my family he knows a lot about my husband and my situation. He knew we lived with my parents in a smaller apartment so he offered to rent us an apartment he owns. He use to stay in this apartment but frequently travels around the world and his parents live in the apartment across the hall. I knew of the apartments because my aunt also lives on another floor in the same building. They are really nice and I accepted because I felt it would give my husband some face for taking care of me and not living with my parents.
I should have thought better at the time but I do not regret the decision.
We lived in the new apartment for a few months before I quit my own job. I was working because I was bored so when my husband mentioned it to my boss during a night out he offered to hire me in his company. It was nice because my husband and I got to travel to work in the morning.
I feel like I am rambling so I will just say it. The real father of my son is my husband (and my) former boss.
It happened one night in the Spring. Often my husband and our boss would go out when he was in Shenzhen. They would then share a taxi home. Boss’s parents do not live in the apartment all year long but they stay in Shenzhen during the cooler months of the year.
They would usually stay very long at the bar and just come home and go to sleep. My husband called me earlier to tell me that he would be coming home early since I knew he was going out after I left work.
I was surprised to see him and our boss at the door. My husband was already very drunk and told me to get some food and more alcohol. My husband can’t drink very well so I wasn’t surprised he was drunk, just annoyed because I thought he would be normal when he came home. I thought we could have sex to make a baby since I was keeping track of my cycle religiously by then and it was a good time. I was also dressed a little extra sexy than I would be if I knew there would be guests at our home.
I served food and more alcohol. I even drank some since I thought my husband would be too drunk to do anything. They arrived home around 7 at night and continued to eat, drink, and talk for 5 hours. I did have fun. My husband is very funny when he is drunk, and Boss always knows how to entertain.
Eventually we ran out of beer and wine so I went down the elevator to a store at the bottom of our building to buy some more. I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I went to get more beer. By the time I got back home all the lights were off in the main room. When I turned on the lights no one was in the living area so I put the beer down and went to the spare bedroom.
Boss mentioned before I went to go get beer if he could sleep at the home here because he didn’t want to wake his parents. I looked into our spare bedroom and saw a body still in business clothes on the bed. I quietly closed the door and went to my bedroom. Our bedroom is actually smaller than the spare bedroom because we let my parents or his stay in the big bedroom.
It was dark in my bedroom and I didn’t want to wake my husband so I quietly took off my clothes. I was so drunk I didn’t bother to get my night clothes on and just crawled into bed with my panties on.
I could feel my husband’s warmth under the blankets, he smelled like the alcohol we had been drinking. I went to hug him and found he was able to take his clothes off before going to sleep. I ran my arms up and down his hairy chest. He felt different but I thought it was just me from the alcohol.
He rolled over and started to kiss me. His lips felt so good. He kissed me like he was starving for me. We had not had sex for over a month and I was dying as well.
It was so dark I couldn’t see him but I should have known it wasn’t my husband when he entered me. He felt bigger than what I was use to with my husband and it hurt a little. I just thought he really needed me. He was a lot rougher too, holding me by the neck as he took me in many different positions. I tried to keep quiet because I thought Boss was in the next room but my stifled moans only turned him on more.
He filled me with a lot of his semen. I never felt it when my husband shot it into me but I did this night. I was exhausted and fell asleep with him still inside of me. Later that night I could feel him pumping into me again, this time slowly. Although I couldn’t see his eyes we started at each other and made love.
I drifted off to sleep again after he released inside of me again. I was really drunk did not need any help going to sleep.
I woke up right before the sun started to come up and I turned to my husband smiling only to become horrified. Laying there next to me was Boss, not my husband. I quickly turned over and just pretended to sleep. I didn’t know what to do. If I didn’t leave maybe my husband would walk in and see me in bed with another man. Also, maybe Boss would just think the sex was a dream. Before I could move though I felt Boss stir next to me and put his arm over me. I kept my eyes shut pretending I was asleep with my back toward him. His hand traced my back and down to my ass where he started to rub my pussy from behind.
I couldn’t believe he wanted to have me again but I would not show him that I was awake. He kissed the back of my neck and pushed himself into me from behind. I was wet and he entered me easily like he had streched me out only a few hours before.
Not being so drunk anymore I could really feel him this time. The width, the length, the veins running up and down his dick pushing against my insides. No one had ever touched me that deep before. When he would push all the way into me I could feel him push into my cervix. It hurt bet felt good at the same time.
I couldn’t hold my moans back anymore and tried to cover my mouth with my hand. Boss rolled me onto my back and took my hands away and held them over my head and kissed me on the lips. I opened my eyes and his deep blue eyes were piercing me. I stuck my tongue back in his mouth and we made love again and I accepted the pleasure he was giving me.
He finished inside of me again and slowly pulled himself out and off of me. I laid there on my back with my legs propped up and spread wide just waiting for him to say something. He just looked down at his semen dripping out of me and just gave me a smile. He then leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I don’t know why but I kissed him back letting his tongue taste me. He then turned and left. I heard the front door close and I just laid back in bed.
I reached between my legs and felt the semen coming out of me. It wasn’t until then that I realized that it was the time of the month for me to conceive a child. I started to cry. My husband was going to leave me and I would be a single mother.
I can’t explain why I did it but I immediately stopped crying and went into the other room where my husband was sleeping. He was in the same position that I noticed earlier. I pulled off all his clothes and got in bed with him. I pretend to sleep until he got up and pretended to wake up with him.
I told him he was amazing in bed last night and quickly put on some clothes to get him some headache medicine.
You see me as I approach. As I walk up to you, staring into your eyes, I grab your chin and start kissing you. I let my hand reach for your hair from behind and pull on it to lift your chin up, as I lean in towards your neck and start kissing and a little while in, I start licking too. I start undressing you, taking your top and bra off as I make my way further down to your chest, kissing and licking. As you push my head in towards your chest I begin kissing all around your nipples, switching from one side to the other as my hands squeeze your breasts together. A few teasing rounds later, I finally put my whole mouth on your nipple, sucking it and giving it a few not so gentle nibbles as I feel your nipples getting hard in my mouth. I finally make my way further down, kissing and licking all around your stomach till I reach your panties and pause.
I push you onto your bed and grab your legs from behind the knees, spreading them apart slowly and lean down till I’m close enough for you to feel my breath on your pussy. A few long teasing seconds later, I begin to devour you. Dragging my tongue from the very bottom of your pussy to the very top, pressing hard against your pussy lips, as my tongue cleans you out, moving up and down between those lips, rubbing against your clit every single time before it finally decides on focusing on it. I start flicking your clit slowly at first, as I go faster and faster with every lick making your body flinch as you grab your own breasts, with one hand uncontrollably reaching for my head, asking for more.
I put my whole mouth on your clit and start sucking it hard, as I insert one finger inside your pussy, shoving it in and out repeatedly as I suck on your clit. I then insert a second finger as I feel the first getting wetter and carry on finger fucking you. I feel my cock getting harder and harder as I taste you and keep sucking your clit before finally taking my fingers out and putting my whole mouth on your pussy and inserting my tongue all the way in, twirling it around, moving it up and down, side to side, back out and back in and I repeat this for a while before taking my tongue out and resume eating your pussy like a starving savage, making it so sloppy wet that my saliva becomes indistinguishable from your pussy juice.
My cock having gotten harder, I take it out of my boxers and rub the tip against your pussy lips a few times to get it wet, as you lie there aching for it. I finally insert it inside you, slowly but all the way in till your hungry little pussy swallows it whole. I place my hands to the sides of you as I start to fuck you slow, my cock sliding in and out of your tight little pussy as I lean in towards you and kiss you hard. I start going faster and faster with every thrust rocking your bed more and more as my balls begin to bang against your asshole, while you hear the sound of the skin smack against you. I speed up even more, as you raise your head up, moaning and gasping for air, I put my head down and kiss and lick on your neck as I fuck you hard. I get up slightly with my dick still penetrating you and grab hold of your waist just so I can fuck you even harder… and I do. you bend your legs as Im standing at the edge of your bed, fucking you, pushing every inch of my cock inside you, as it rubs against every inch of your pussy, hitting all its walls.
I pause for a second and flip you over on your stomach, pull you closer to me by your waist and lift your ass up while my hand runs down your back, making you arch it, as it keeps running down till it reaches your hair and I pull on it as I place my cock back inside you and pick up where we left off as I fuck you silly, pulling on that messy hair with one hand and holding on to your waist with the other, eventually letting it slap that ass hard enough to leave an imprint and hear you moan. I start penetrating you so fast and hard that I barely breathe anymore so I let go of your hair and grab your waist with both hands pushing your head and body down as I mount you and fuck you down against your bed, wetting your sheets with sweat and other juices.
I turn you back over on your back and drag you by your legs towards me as I help you up in my arms, holding you by your things as you put your arms around me and start kissing. We move around your room as I look for a wall to pin you and fuck you against, knocking things over till I finally find the wall and hold you against it, putting my cock back inside and proceeding with your pussy’s destruction. I push my cock inside you as your back rubs against the cold wall behind it and my tongue cools down your neck. you start moaning in my ear and breathing hard as I take no break from fucking you hard against the wall with your arms around me, beginning to scratch my back involuntarily. As we start sweating once more, I let you down on your feet and turn you over with your hands placed against the wall and I spread your legs like I’m about to frisk you.
I crouch down and grab your leg from the front by the knee while my tongue reaches for the back of your knee, licking slowly as it moves upwards, rubbing against your thigh and reaching for your ass cheek. I then move over to your pussy, licking and when I reach it, I plant a kiss and stand up to insert my cock back inside that hungry little pussy. I grab your hair in one hand and push your face and body against the wall while my other hand hold your hand behind the back like I’m about to arrest you and begin fucking your hard against the wall, with your hard tasty nipples rubbing against it as my cock slides in and up and down, almost out of you repeatedly as I switch up pace every little while to keep your body guessing.
I let go of your hair and reach for your pussy from the front to rub those cute little lips, continuing to fuck you. my other hand lets go of yours as I start rubbing on your asshole, slowly at first but eventually as it opens up to it, I stick my finger inside and start finger fucking it, soon I’m two fingers in, fucking it deeply before my cock decides to switch up and I take my fingers out as your asshole still gapes for air, I insert my cock in it slowly, as it very tightly squeezes me, harder and harder the deeper I go, although opening up the more I fuck it. I start fucking you in the ass slowly with both hands spreading that ass apart, while you push yourself against the wall, bent over.
I slowly slide my cock into you, gasping as your warm pussy envelops my entire length. I pause and let you adjust to my full size within you before slowly starting to thrust in and out. Your hands brace yourself allowing you to push back frantically onto me. As I fuck, you buck and arch your hips, needing release, but I maintain my slow and steady pace building up the pleasure within you.
Your pleasurable squeals of delight get faster and my hands go to your hips to pull you onto my hard, throbbing manhood, faster and faster. I start to speed up, and your breath becomes ragged with pleasure as electricity shoots through you. You gasp and arch your hips right as I thrust and we both moan as I get even deeper into your glorious pussy.
You slide down angling your hips to give me full access to your depths and your hands desperately hang onto the wall as I fuck you deeply. Your tits bounce and you desperately hold them and play with your nipples as I speed up my thrusts and bite your neck. You moan again and push back so I ramm into you balls deep, I’m buried completely within you, my heavy testicles swinging against your open pussy. We thrust against each other, lost in the pleasure of the moment, until finally a dam breaks within you. With a shuddering gasping yell your body starts to quake and shiver. I feel you start to cum and as your pussy pulses and contracts around my cock the noises of your pleasure send me over the edge and I quickly join you in cumming. I thrust as long as I can, prolonging our pleasure, til finally I have spent my load in you and we both collapse. I lay beside you, panting from exertion, and kiss you lightly and draw you in my arms as we both rest for a while before the next round.
Rachel lay in the warm silence of his bedroom, her small, lithe form on her side, stretched out across the neatly made bed. Her crimson hair was pooled around her shoulders, neck and face. Her utterly naked flesh was tingling in anticipation. She had never felt so sensitive to her surroundings.
Indeed, she had been denied a few of her senses and abilities this evening. Her eyes were blinded by a dense black length of silk, folded, rolled and tied about her head. To her eyes, there was nothing but utter darkness.
A raw leather strap bound her wrists tightly, almost painfully tight. She had no way of covering herself, no way of shielding her body. She liked the feeling of helplessness though; she had her tilted back and to the side, her soft, pale neck and throat exposed. Her small, soft breasts betrayed her delight even further. Erect nipples quivered in anticipation.
She had done this to herself at his command, bound and blinded and bedded herself. Now she waited, wondered, dreamt behind the darkness over her eyes. Desire made her body feel hot, sensual and needy. She occasionally squirmed, twitched, seized tightly. The heat in her belly was rising, slowly, surely.
Gentle sound broke the silence. Her ears picked up the soft padding of footsteps. They were approaching her, long strides upon the soft carpet. Anticipation pulled her stomach into a knot, made her body tense. Without consciously willing it, her tongue slithered past her full, plush lips and circled over them wetly.
The steps came closer, closer, till she could hear his gentle footsteps circle the bed and stop at the side. He had not touched a single finger upon her, yet his presence was smoldering, overpowering.
His eyes were upon her, scanning the smooth, creamy bare flesh. She arched her back, fingernails digging into her palms. The inability to see or to touch was suddenly maddening. She wanted him, more than just his mighty presence before her. On her, in her, at one with her. Yet she remained silent and tried to be patient.
His fingertips came to rest on her temple. She yelped, unable to help herself. Her mouth hung open, nearly drooling as his fingertips glided slowly, easily down her cheek. His index finger stopped and began stroking in circles over her perfectly puffy lips. She gasped, panted. She could feel a flow of hot, sticky moisture between her legs. Every nerve ending became searing hot and tingly, pleading for his touch.
Her mouth hung open with sexual hunger, moaning as two fingers slid past her lips, resting softly on her tongue. She moaned, a deep, rumbling moan from her throat. The taste of his flesh was raw, hot, exquisite.
“Suck, your sweetness,” came his deep, calm voice from above. The sound filled her ears, piercing her mind. There was no mental process at this point, her body merely complied quickly. Her mouth closed, her tongue wrapping about the tips of his fingers. She sucked, deeply, slowly, tilting her head back and forth. Her thighs clenched tightly, her toes curled into the sheets.
She lost herself in this simple task, not even minding that she was drooling rather sloppily at the edges of her pursed lips. Her ears caught the sound of a pleased sigh falling from her master’s lips. She reveled in the small sound, grasped his approval and held it tight to her to her soul.
She nearly cried out in frustration as his fingers slid back and left her lips. She whimpered through a slack mouth, desire crackling deep inside her, making her body quake.
“Sit up,” he said, firmly. The command in his voice was so powerful. Again, there was no mental process, no need to think. Her body, almost automatically, straightened and rose to a sitting position.
She heard his movement, felt the bed shift. He slid neatly behind her, bringing his strong, raw hands to rest on her shoulders. She swore in that moment she could feel every ridge, every line, every detail of those wonderful hands. She mewled, nearly purred, shivered.
His hands glided over the curve of her shoulders, down her arms to her elbows, then back up. She shook despite herself; he was using only the slightest, simplest touches, and yet her brain was already flooded in endorphin.
His fingertips glided inward, neatly brushing her blood-red locks to the side, forward over her shoulder. A few seconds later, she could feel his warm breath, breathing softly, steadily at the base of her neck. Her body tightened and her lips quivered uncontrollably. Oh, how he stoked the furnace inside her so skillfully.
Next came the warm, wet, slick tip of his tongue, drawing figure eights along her spine, from the base of her neck, slowly up to her hairline and then back down. She cooed and purred, tilting her head forward as her muscles tensed. She couldn’t stop shivering and twitching.
His tongue slithered across the back of her neck to the side, till it found her pounding pulse beneath her creamy, soft skin. He bit down, suddenly, quite hard, not hard enough to break the skin, but Rachel could feel the sharp edges and points digging into her flesh. She cried out as he growled, releasing her flesh and kissing her neck tenderly. She panted as he kissed across the back of her neck to the other side.
Another bite dug hard into her flesh. He practically gnawed and sucked at the tender delicious flesh, again, taking care not to break her skin. He was certainly rough, but Rachel did nothing to deny him, tilting her head to the side, offering herself to him. She felt electric pleasure crackling between her legs, and was dimly aware that her inner thighs were coated in a hot, sticky layer of her nectar.
His hands seized her shoulders and yanked her back against him, ravenously kissing and gnawing along her neck, throat and shoulder. His chest pressed to her back, the lines of powerful musculature felt easily on her skin. Then another realization jolted her; he was completely nude, as she could feel the throbbing steel hardness of his manhood pressing to her buttocks!
She gasped, her breathes coming in short, quick bursts. Her head was spinning. Her master’s lovely cock was barely even an inch from her grasp … she would only need to shift slightly to be able to take it into her hands. She had not yet been permitted to though. Nonetheless, she somewhat enjoyed his hard grinding against her ass, which was uncontrollably wriggling back into his raging length.
For quite sometime they remained locked this way, back to chest, Rachel tilted back, her beloved kissing, licking, biting up and down her neck, throat and cheek. Meanwhile, Rachel grinded the scrumptious curves of her ass against his cock. She could feel thick, sticky gobs of his seed leaking out, coating her ass. The passage of time was meaningless, neither could care less if they remained this way forever
He tilted her head back and kissed her, deeply, furiously upon her lips. It was a crushing, powerful kiss, like a storm channeled from him to her. His soft voice flowed across her lips as he spoke.
“Lie back, my angel. Let your head hang off the edge of the bed.” As he finished his words, he kissed her cheek and slid off the bed. Her motions were surprisingly fluid given her bound state, easily twisting, turning, stretching her legs outward. She leaned slowly back, blood red locks spilling off the edge of the bed as she tilted her head back.
Again, she could feel his presence standing over her. An immense heat, almost searing. Incredibly powerful, dominating, owning her utterly.
She felt an incredible heat press gently to her lips … the head of his wonderful cock. She gasped sharply, nearly had to bite her tongue to keep it from darting out to meet his manhood. He teased her, the bulbous, swollen crown being rubbed across her wet, quivering lips.
She whimpered, whined like a hungry kitten. Her lips were so sensitive at this point, she could feel how massively engorged he was, the pulsing heat raging in his sword of flesh. Could feel his slit drooling crystalline precum all over her lips, leaving them sticky and messy.
“Hungry, my love?” he said in a soft, almost bemused voice.
She gulped air into her lungs, almost unable to speak for a moment. “Yesssssss,” she moaned out, the single word barely coherent. Her lust was breaking her down, stripping her of any and all refinement, leaving her little more than a feral creature driven by raw, perverse hunger.
Not that she minded.
He gently pressed forward, inserting his bloated cock-crown into the soaking heat of her mouth. Her heart nearly jumped for joy for the chance to finally taste him this way.
“Suck it my love. Suck as much as you like.” And she did. Though it was just the head of his cock, she didn’t care. She suckled at the plum-sized organ as if it was the most impossibly delicious thing on earth. Indeed, to her it was. In this moment, she was utterly focused, closing and clutching her mouth to fit perfect around him, Her tongue dancing, frolicking lovingly around the bulging tumescence.
She was rewarded with one gob of precum after another, eagerly swallowing them. With each passing moment, she became more feverish, writhing, her hips rolling and grinding.
“So horny … such a needy little girl,” came his beautiful voice from above. “Needing to cum, I imagine. Let go, sweet slave. Let your pussy explode.”
That final word, explode. He said it so lusciously, in such a dripping wet, lascivious manner. His permission, his words … she did explode, oh heaven help her did she explode.
Her hips bucked madly, her back arching till it hurt. She thought she would turn fully inside out. She screamed, wailed madly against a steely mouthful of cock. One bolt of raging release coursed through her after another, gathering from the very core of her form and surging out through her pussy like an unstoppable tidal wave. She could hear fluid jetting from her furious cunt and splashing down on the bed.
Before she could gather herself to continue pleasuring her master, he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. His hands encircled her neck and he began to glide forward. Dizzy, barely conscious, Rachel somehow managed to remembered to utterly relax her throat, allowing him to easily bury his full delicious meat inside of her.
She felt his heavy balls come rest against her face, the musky, powerful scent of his manhood filling her nose. The scent dizzied, aroused her, as if his semen-bloated orbs were leaking raw pheromone. He swiveled and thrust against her, his prodigious, stony pillar stretching her mouth, filling her throat, leaving puddles of his sweet seed inside her. He grinded his groin lewdly against her face, her senses overwhelmed by the massive sexual power her possessed.
He began to fuck her mouth and throat, long, slow, fluid strokes. The way his steely spear glided easily over her tongue and into the dripping wet depths of her throat was pleasurable in and of itself to Rachel. She knew he took great pleasure from fucking her this way. She would gulp gently as he buried himself fully inside her, making the walls of her throat clench in undulating waves around his delicious meat.
His hands glided from her neck, over her collarbones and up to her chest. His fingertips touched lightly to the trembling peaks of her impossibly hardened nipples. They swirled lightly, his slight, playful touch making her thrust her chest aggressively up at him.
He continued to tease her aching nipples as his hips grinded down on her, slowly but forcefully mouthfucking her. His deep, lusty moans filled her ears, bringing her an indescribable joy. She loved that her body brought him such pleasure.
His hands pressed down hard on her breasts as he braced himself. He slammed his hips forward, ramming himself violently down her throat, his great heavy balls smacking audibly into her face. Again he drove forward forcefully, showing none of the gentleness he had afforded her earlier.
He became a freight train, his brutal thrusts gathering speed and force. His fingers clawed into her tender flesh as he began pounding her mouth and throat. Truth be told, it hurt slightly, but Rachel endured his punishing fuck. She’d be lying if she tried to say she didn’t like his cruel roughness at least somewhat.
Indeed, muffled moans rumbled in her chest and throat as he greedily used her body for his pleasure. His erection was becoming impossibly swollen and engorged as his climax grew close. Rachel was growing dizzy from the merciless pounding.
Suddenly a fierce growl came from above and his cock completely left her body. Barely conscious, gasping for air, Rachel had no chance to react when his semen began blasting into her slack mouth, splashing messily across her lips and cheeks.
She coughed, sputtered, unfortunately not as prepared as she would’ve liked. Several dense ropes of his cum coated her tongue and face, as her master’s cries of pleasure echoed through her senses.
For a few minutes thereafter, the only sound was the two of them panting, gasping, trying to each regain their senses. Rachel eventually found herself swirling her tongue lewdly through the creamy load he had filled her maw with.
As she enjoyed the taste and texture of his wonderful seed, her ears picked up movement once more. He paced around and calmly stepped onto the bed again. He wasn’t finished. She snapped her head forward and up despite her lack of sight, wondering what was in store for her.
His powerful hands easily grasped around her slender calves, pulling her legs open wide and dragging her up till she was hanging upside down in his grasp. She whimpered softly at how weightless her body was in her master’s grasp.
“Oh my,” he said, a wicked twinge in his voice. “Such a wet sticky mess down here. I should really help clean all this up.”
Rachel gasped out loud as his tongue began lapping at her nectar soaked inner thighs. He moaned softly as he did, obviously relishing her taste. The muscles in her legs tensed as moved back and forth, dragging long, hot, loving licks from the very tops of her inner thighs, all the way up to her knee.
The sensation was so glorious, so sensual, it brought tears to her blinded eyes. Her voice was trapped in one continuous moan. She couldn’t feel the bed beneath her, couldn’t feel the straps trapping her arms, couldn’t feel the blindfold cinched around her head. Her consciousness, and her body with it, was somewhere else entirely, only aware of her master’s sexual affections.
Her mind and body were suddenly jolted by him biting, ravenously, into the soft, creamy flesh of her thigh. His teeth dug deep, pulling back and then sinking in at a different spot. The pain was sharp, but quickly melted into pleasure. Rachel’s hips jerked as her back arched, her toes curling so tight that her feet ached.
Again and again the sharpness of his teeth clenched her skin roughly, never drawing blood, but coming agonizingly close. She hardly even cared at this point. Her mind was empty but for a swirling maelstrom of ecstasy.
He quickly buried his face into her pussy, his tongue plunging easily through her soaking labia. He maniacally ate her out, his tongue darting inside of her wildly, his lips suckling hungrily at her cum soaked flesh.
Rachel’s body quaked. Her throat tried to scream, but was too dry and hoarse. She could feel blood leaking from her palms as her fingernails dug into them. His lips encircled her clit and began suckling at it furiously. He wanted to send her soaring over the edge.
And when his teeth bit down upon her screaming clit, that’s exactly what happened. She finally managed to scream in unleashed pain and pleasure. She was dimly aware of his teeth clenching tighter, pulling her clit up. Her orgasm screamed outward from her cunt, draining her utterly. Her body finally short circuited, and consciousness left her.
Time had passed when Rachel finally regained consciousness. She was not sure how much. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision cloudy (as was her mind). Darkness, utter darkness, was all that greeted her, though oddly, she could not feel the blindfold. She realized the room had been completely darkened.
The next realisation was that her arms were no longer bound, the strap gone and her hands free. Her palms stung, and her wrists burned from the leather being strapped so tightly to her.
She was laying on her back in the darkness … but then quickly realised she was not alone. Her head was neatly laid against her master’s groin. She mused it was both erotic and strangely cozy to have her head against his considerable endowments.
“Are you alright, my love?” came his gentle voice, penetrating the darkness.
“Sore … drained … but happy … why is it so dark? I wanted to see you …”
“That wasn’t the point of tonight. You see me all the time … I wanted to show you that it wasn’t important … to feel, to know of my presence, that’s what I want you to consider important. I am here, even if you can’t see me.”
He was right. Rachel, as she was able to blindfolded, could feel him, his presence, his warmth … his love. Cradled against his body, filled with his love, she let sleep take her.
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.
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 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.
Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”
When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?
pairing:Taehyung x female reader
rating:18+
genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut
warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!
word count: 10.5k
a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae,@unoriginal-username15432 & @voiceswithoutlips (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!
You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.
It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.
You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.
Of course I will reclaim you, after you and our male visitors have had fun living out both of your sexual fantasies.
It’s what I encourage you to do.
And my god, how you’ve become an amazing hotwife, getting pleasure not just from the other cocks that fuck you bare, but from putting in a show, knowing you are turning me on, no end.
And reclaiming vixen after she’s been fucked by other men, is as hot as watching her cumming for them & telling them not to pull out of her horny young pussy.
Lest you been concerned that, after a date with Boy Genius where he was super nice to me and then a date with sub-leaning switch Puppy, I might be getting silly ideas about being equal to men or think that what I want matters, I thought I’d share the story of the orgasm after I had my first date with Puppy.
Due to…partner issues, Marxman and I hadn’t been playing for a little while. We’ve still been talking, though, and on Friday night after my date with Puppy, we started Skyping. I told him about my night and cleaned up my living room. When I finished cleaning, we started just talking. I was being obnoxious/annoying in a way that, had we been playing, I would have described as “bratty.” Normally I don’t do that, since I like being a good girl and don’t want punishments, but I figured there wasn’t anything he could do, so I kept going, talking negatively about men, even though they’re clearly my superiors, being stubborn with him, disagreeing in silly ways, teasing him about me being obedient, etc.
At one point, I was emptying my suitcase from when I visited my owner, and I took out a paddle. I think I was teasing hitting myself with it, and he told me, with a bit of that voice, to hit myself on the ass with it. I balked and danced around for a bit, but I’d wanted to do it in the first place (hence the showing it to him), so I whacked myself a few times. It had seemed a bit like playing, but I wasn’t going to tell him what he could and couldn’t do, especially since he’d been able to do more and more things after conversations with his partner.
I went into the bathroom and we started talking about the punishment The Fascist had threatened, which was to lick the inside of the toilet while masturbating. I commented that it was super gross and I definitely didn’t want to do it. Marxman said he’d like to see it if I did, and I jokingly offered to lick the outside for him, since I had no intention of getting punished. He took me up on it, and I licked the outside of my toilet, in a headspace of being amused, not submissive. Then he told me to lick the seat. I laughed and said, “Dude. You can’t play and I’m not in subspace.” “Do you want to be in subspace?,” he asked. My response was immediate, “Always.”
His voice changed and there was a noticeable shift in the dynamic between us. “Lick the seat all the way around three times,” he commanded. I whimpered, but complied. Once, twice, three times I ran my tongue around the toilet seat. When I was done, I sat back on my heels and looked at him, feeling fuzzy and subby, my cunt hot. I waited to see what he would say next. He looked at me and said calmly, “In case you couldn’t tell, [my partner] texted.”
I shivered in a combination of arousal and nervousness. I’m very happy to have him back and able to play. He knows how to treat me, we have pretty compatible kinks, and he’s got an awesome voice and enjoys using it to help me get off. That night, despite my bratty behavior, he was kind enough to use it that way.
I spread my legs and moved the camera so he could see me holding the vibe on my clit. He started to talk to me about an ongoing shared fantasy in which he holds me down and fucks my cunt, cumming in me while I struggle and beg him not to. I told him, a bit impishly, “I wouldn’t let you cum in me.” That just made him laugh. He’s decided he wants to do it, and nothing I say or do is going to stop him, if he gets the chance. He commented about how much bigger he is than I am, about twice my size. It would be nothing for him to hold me down and do whatever he wanted to me.
He pointed out how it would be especially great to cum in me against my will because I’m not on birth control, so I’d actually be risking pregnancy. He described filling my cunt with cum and sending me out to get EC with it dripping down my leg. He talked about taking it away from me. He said he’d cum in me many times before he’d let me use it. If he let me use it.
I begged him not to cum in me, offered him anything he wanted, tieed to reason with him. None of it changed the inevitable, although he did enjoy my pathetic attempts and whimpers. Eventually, he told me, “Tell me you want it.” I shuddered and moaned out, “Please cum in me. I want you to cum in my cunt. Fill me. I need to feel you cum inside me. I want to feel it dripping down my leg. I want you to be the first person to cum in me.” He continued talking about overpowering me and using my hole and just ignoring everything I want just for his own pleasure.
A few moments later, I had an explosive, mindblowing orgasm, thinking about him forcing me to get off at the same time he was emptying himself into me, looking into his eyes, listening to him mock me for cumming as I’m being violated like that. This orgasm was fucking ridiculous. Besides feeling like I’d gone out and being unable to move, I almost pulled a Ted Mosby on this guy I’ve known for a few weeks, no joke. Fucking neurotransmitters. It was goddamn fantastic.
What a pathetic, stupid, horny little bitch I am to have that reaction to thinking about having my unprotected cunt raped and risking being impregnated against my will, to begging to have that happen, to the idea of being taunted as it happened. The worst part is, I really don’t want it. That’s the point. I want him to know what I want and decide to ignore it because it just doesn’t matter to him.
I now have a fantasy that is all but guaranteed to give me a strong, high quality orgasm. Of course, it’s fucked up, and I’m a dumb cunt for wanting it to come true.
The idea of a man or, preferably, men, beating me, tossing me around, raping me, and then cumming in me while I beg them not to has been getting me off like crazy. I want them to fuck my cunt, no condom, not caring that I’m not on birth control. To slap me around and choke me. To tell me they don’t care about my begging, that what I want doesn’t matter. That they know my preferences, listened to me talk about them, understand them, and are now just fucking ignoring them.
I want them to laugh at my tears, my attempts to bargain, and especially at my shouts of “Red!”, as if they give a fuck about my little safeword. I want to hear them talk to me about filling my cunt with their cum, about how they’re going to use me over the next 48 hours, and tell me that if I’m good, maybe they’ll let me have EC. Maybe.
I want to be forced to cum as they pound my unprotected hole, to hear them laugh and tell me how pathetic I am for getting off on being violated so intimately, on being marked like this, on having every part of me taken away from my control and used for their pleasure. I want them to force me to look into their eyes as they empty themselves into me.
I want it all recorded on video. I want them to use my hole again while they make me watch my face as I stop fighting back physically within the first few minutes, realizing how futile that is. Then to see myself just give up, see the fight go out of my eyes. To see where I accept that this is going to happen and simply sob quietly as I’m used like the cumrag I am.
And then, maybe not the first time, maybe not the second time, but eventually, I’ll stop resisting. I’ll even stop accepting. I’ll start craving it, start asking for it. I’ll beg them to fill me, leave me with cum dripping down my leg. I’ll fuck them back, moaning as I think about the risk and imagine the shame of getting pregnant from this, shuddering as I think about how I’m just a cumdump, a set of holes for them to use. They don’t give a fuck what I want. I couldn’t stop them, even if I tried. This was going to happen from the moment they decided they wanted to do it.
When they finally decide they’re done with me, I imagine them buying EC and taunting me with it. Making me humiliate and degrade myself further, desperately trying to earn it from them. When they finally give me the pills, it will be far too late to be anywhere near as effective as I need them to be. Then, to drive home the extreme violation and the ownership that they, not I, have over my body, when I find myself pregnant, they’ll force me to get an abortion.
Maybe they’ll accompany me to the clinic, and whisper in my ear in the waiting room. Other people will think they’re being reassuring, but they’ll actually be telling me how I asked for this, how I’m a stupid cunt for being in this situation. They’ll be describing what they did to me, making me relive it. And they’ll know how wet I’m getting, imagining what happened that led me to be sitting there, waiting to be called in.
Or maybe they’ll be even more cruel. Organize a protest on the day of my appointment, forcing me to walk past angry, shouting people who call me a murderer and a whore. I’ll have to sit in the clinic with other upset women, and I’ll know it’s my fault that those protesters are out there.
Of course, they aren’t monsters. They’ll be there to take me home afterwards. And then they’ll do it all over again.
Got to see Legolas for the first time in forever! He told me we might not have sex because he wasn’t feeling very sexual. Then we showered together.
I was sitting on the bed after drying off when he came over to me and pushed my head down onto his cock. He used my mouth while slamming his fist into my thigh. Then he threat-teased me with fucking me without a condom. He put one on and fucked my cunt hard until, while I was hands and knees getting fucked from behind, he let me beg him to fuck my ass instead, since I can actually take him in my ass.
Then he lubed his cock and pushed it into my ass. He doesn’t hold back when using my ass, and it shows. I love feeling his cock stretching me out and the challenge of taking all of him in my hole.
Finally, he came in my face, after telling me he hated me. He covered it, and my shoulder, in cum.
He’s mean and he hurts me with his hands and cock.
