The Family Way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bit my lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t that the idea?”

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

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

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

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

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

“Please,” I begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?" 

"Really.”

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

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

——–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am attracted to you.”

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

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

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

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

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Italian please.” I whispered.

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

——–

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

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

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

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

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

I held my breath.

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

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

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

He reached for my hand.

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

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

Actually, he seemed grateful.

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

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

He didn’t want me to either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

——–

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

He didn’t give me the chance.

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

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

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

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

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

I was getting so close.

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

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

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

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

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

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

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ok, then, on we go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How It Will Be

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.

Bound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that she minded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Creampie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Devil’s Intervention

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was one of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Buy the food?”

“Like you’ve never stolen something.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you fucking expect from me?”

“A little consideration, that’s all.”

“Like I’m not considerate enough.”

“You aren’t.”

“Figures you’d think that.”

“You’re an idiot!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Pull over.”

“No.”

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

“Fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight he met a somewhat distraught woman at his door.

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

Something was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Rachel… Kid-o, wake up.”

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

“Yeah, one too many?”

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

“Heh.”

“Ha-ha, super funny,” she drawled.

“Hey, you want me to run you home?”

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She meant everything to him, and vise versa.

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

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

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

Her world went black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tell Me Everything

You know I belong to you, my love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you feel your power over me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tell me more about how you’ll train me…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruin me for other cocks.

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

Tell me everything.

I need to be deep inside my sister’s pussy so badly…

I want her sweet little curves wrapped around me while I nibble on her neck, her ear, kiss her pursed lips.  I want to suckle on her adorable breasts, knowing that our children will one day do the same. I want to explore her wet, warm, forbidden paradise with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, my cock… making her moan and squeal as our sweet lovemaking starts to ramp up into rough, forceful fucking.  My sister getting lost in pleasure as her only brother drills harder and deeper into her naughty little pussy.  The sight of my cock sliding in and out of my sister’s sweet little slit etched into my brain. The sound of my sister cumming on my cock sounding like heaven.

I need to hear my sister beg me to cum deep inside her sweet pussy. No condom, no birth control, no regrets, no doubt that her big brother is going to impregnate her.

I need to kiss my sister passionately as I feel my cock explode deep inside of her, up against her cervix, my warm cum pumping directly into her helpless little womb. 

She’s turned into the most lovely, curvy young woman.  And there’s no woman in the world I’d rather have my children.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

incestcreampies:

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

My nice warm potent cum belongs deep inside my sister’s fertile little womb.

She’s a plain jane, and chubby, and curvy, and perfect to bear my children.

Making love to her over and over would be absolute heaven.

I want to watch her jaw drop as I enter her pussy, unprotected, my cock stretching her sweet young pussy open.

I want to kiss her all over, suckle on her breasts, nibble on her neck and whisper how much I want her and need her… how badly I need to fill her and impregnate her.

DM me and let’s chat about this!

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

incestcreampies:

I want my sweet angels naked in my bed, waiting for me to make love to them.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop as her only son’s cock penetrates her only daughter’s unprotected pussy.

I want my sister to tell me what a cock whore and cum slut she is while I fuck her hard.

I want my sister to BEG me to cum deep inside her slutty pussy.

I want my sister to BEG me to impregnate her.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop again when I explode my hot cum deep inside my younger sister’s fertile womb and listen to her moan like a naughty little cum slut.

I want to spread my mom’s thick thighs apart as I slide my soaked cock deep inside my mom’s welcoming, warm, unprotected pussy.

I want to kiss my mom’s lips passionately as I thrust deeply inside her bare slit, exploring places grown sons shouldn’t but want to more than anything.

I want my sister to ride my mom’s face while my cum drips out of her pussy into our mother’s thirsty mouth and down her throat.

I want every drop of my cum to end up in one of my sweet angels’ bare holes.

I want my conservative mother to enjoy cleaning out her daughter’s dirty pussy with her tongue.

I want to suck on my sister’s pert breasts while I drill into our mom’s slit.

I want to hear my mom moan into my sister’s cunt as I tell her I’m not going to pull out…that I’m going to cum in my mom’s pussy…that i’m going to impregnate her too.

I want to unload my balls deep inside my mom’s defenseless, chubby little pussy.

I want my sweet angels to walk around the house in cow-print bikinis while they carry my children…ready for their stud to fuck and fill them again and again.

Is that too much to ask?  I think not.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

incestcreampies:

I had the most vivid dream last night where my sister and I were making love (of course, bareback).  I was fucking her missionary, and then we switched to doggy style and then she wanted to ride me and then back to missionary and I SO VERY VIVIDLY remember penetrating her extremely tight pussy each time we switched positions.  I’ve been thinking about her all day…how much I want to make sweet love to her… How cute her moans were in my dream as I fucked her…  

She’s not a “gorgeous knockout.”  She’s a “plain jane.”  And that makes her so very adorable.

So this is what I want right now:

-I want my sweet, curvy, chubby sister naked in my bed.

-I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and lips.

-I want to suckle on her beautiful breasts.

-I want to eat her delicious pussy out for at least an hour.

-I want to make her cum by doing that…and revel in her sweet moans as she grabs my hair.

-I want to hear her say how much she wants me inside her.

-I want her to spread her legs wide, missionary and use her fingers to spread  her unprotected pussy open for me, patiently waiting for my cock.

-I want to feel my thick 7″ cock stretch her bare pussy as I slide inside my sister.

-I want to watch her jaw drop as I do that.

-I want to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I start to make love to her…drilling deeper and faster.

-I want to make love to my sister for hours as my cock explores her sweet forbidden depths, discovering every part of her naughty little pussy.

-I want to tell her I’m going to cum so deep inside her.

-I want to tell my sister that I’m going to get her pregnant.

-I want my cock to kiss her cervix as I cum deep inside her, exploding millions and millions of incestuous sperm directly into her unprotected, fertile womb…their only purpose to find and inseminate her helpless little egg.

-I want her to moan and scream as she feels my nice warm cum flooding her pussy.

-I want to kiss her deeply as I tell her how much I love her, my cock still deep inside her, touching her cervix.

-I want to do the exact same thing the next day, and the next day.

Is that asking too much?

DM me and let’s chat about it.

(Mmmm, God I want her so badly right now…If she only knew…)

incestcreampies:

I had the most vivid dream last night where my sister and I were making love (of course, bareback).  I was fucking her missionary, and then we switched to doggy style and then she wanted to ride me and then back to missionary and I SO VERY VIVIDLY remember penetrating her extremely tight pussy each time we switched positions.  I’ve been thinking about her all day…how much I want to make sweet love to her… How cute her moans were in my dream as I fucked her…  

She’s not a “gorgeous knockout.”  She’s a “plain jane.”  And that makes her so very adorable.

So this is what I want right now:

-I want my sweet, curvy, chubby sister naked in my bed.

-I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and lips.

-I want to suckle on her beautiful breasts.

-I want to eat her delicious pussy out for at least an hour.

-I want to make her cum by doing that…and revel in her sweet moans as she grabs my hair.

-I want to hear her say how much she wants me inside her.

-I want her to spread her legs wide, missionary and use her fingers to spread  her unprotected pussy open for me, patiently waiting for my cock.

-I want to feel my thick 7″ cock stretch her bare pussy as I slide inside my sister.

-I want to watch her jaw drop as I do that.

-I want to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I start to make love to her…drilling deeper and faster.

-I want to make love to my sister for hours as my cock explores her sweet forbidden depths, discovering every part of her naughty little pussy.

-I want to tell her I’m going to cum so deep inside her.

-I want to tell my sister that I’m going to get her pregnant.

-I want my cock to kiss her cervix as I cum deep inside her, exploding millions and millions of incestuous sperm directly into her unprotected, fertile womb…their only purpose to find and inseminate her helpless little egg.

-I want her to moan and scream as she feels my nice warm cum flooding her pussy.

-I want to kiss her deeply as I tell her how much I love her, my cock still deep inside her, touching her cervix.

-I want to do the exact same thing the next day, and the next day.

Is that asking too much?

DM me and let’s chat about it.

(Mmmm, God I want her so badly right now…If she only knew…)

I had the most vivid dream last night where my sister and I were making love (of course, bareback).  I was fucking her missionary, and then we switched to doggy style and then she wanted to ride me and then back to missionary and I SO VERY VIVIDLY remember penetrating her extremely tight pussy each time we switched positions.  I’ve been thinking about her all day…how much I want to make sweet love to her… How cute her moans were in my dream as I fucked her…  

She’s not a “gorgeous knockout.”  She’s a “plain jane.”  And that makes her so very adorable.

So this is what I want right now:

-I want my sweet, curvy, chubby sister naked in my bed.

-I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and lips.

-I want to suckle on her beautiful breasts.

-I want to eat her delicious pussy out for at least an hour.

-I want to make her cum by doing that…and revel in her sweet moans as she grabs my hair.

-I want to hear her say how much she wants me inside her.

-I want her to spread her legs wide, missionary and use her fingers to spread  her unprotected pussy open for me, patiently waiting for my cock.

-I want to feel my thick 7″ cock stretch her bare pussy as I slide inside my sister.

-I want to watch her jaw drop as I do that.

-I want to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I start to make love to her…drilling deeper and faster.

-I want to make love to my sister for hours as my cock explores her sweet forbidden depths, discovering every part of her naughty little pussy.

-I want to tell her I’m going to cum so deep inside her.

-I want to tell my sister that I’m going to get her pregnant.

-I want my cock to kiss her cervix as I cum deep inside her, exploding millions and millions of incestuous sperm directly into her unprotected, fertile womb…their only purpose to find and inseminate her helpless little egg.

-I want her to moan and scream as she feels my nice warm cum flooding her pussy.

-I want to kiss her deeply as I tell her how much I love her, my cock still deep inside her, touching her cervix.

-I want to do the exact same thing the next day, and the next day.

Is that asking too much?

DM me and let’s chat about it.

(Mmmm, God I want her so badly right now…If she only knew…)

That sums up what I’ve been dreaming about lately: stuffing my younger sister’s pussy like a thanksgiving turkey.

Recently, I really want to pound her unprotected cunt..HARD. I want to hear her moan and scream as I slam deep inside her over and over again. I want her to feel my pent-up frustration and how much I want to impregnate her.

Mmmmm, and I do want to.

She’s married, young and fertile…and I want to be the one to knock her up.

I want her husband to think it’s his…fucking idiot.

She’s always been kinda obsessed with me and I love it.

Now let’s see if that obsession will let me pump a baby deep inside her unprotected pussy.

*Whew!*  DM me anytime and let’s chat about this.

I want my sweet angels naked in my bed, waiting for me to make love to them.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop as her only son’s cock penetrates her only daughter’s unprotected pussy.

I want my sister to tell me what a cock whore and cum slut she is while I fuck her hard.

I want my sister to BEG me to cum deep inside her slutty pussy.

I want my sister to BEG me to impregnate her.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop again when I explode my hot cum deep inside my younger sister’s fertile womb and listen to her moan like a naughty little cum slut.

I want to spread my mom’s thick thighs apart as I slide my soaked cock deep inside my mom’s welcoming, warm, unprotected pussy.

I want to kiss my mom’s lips passionately as I thrust deeply inside her bare slit, exploring places grown sons shouldn’t but want to more than anything.

I want my sister to ride my mom’s face while my cum drips out of her pussy into our mother’s thirsty mouth and down her throat.

I want every drop of my cum to end up in one of my sweet angels’ bare holes.

I want my conservative mother to enjoy cleaning out her daughter’s dirty pussy with her tongue.

I want to suck on my sister’s pert breasts while I drill into our mom’s slit.

I want to hear my mom moan into my sister’s cunt as I tell her I’m not going to pull out…that I’m going to cum in my mom’s pussy…that i’m going to impregnate her too.

I want to unload my balls deep inside my mom’s defenseless, chubby little pussy.

I want my sweet angels to walk around the house in cow-print bikinis while they carry my children…ready for their stud to fuck and fill them again and again.

Is that too much to ask?  I think not.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

incestcreampies:

Message me right now and let’s chat about our kinkiest fantasies.

For example here are some of mine:

I want to have a bareback threesome with my mom and sister where I knock both of them up.

I want to impregnate your naughty hotwife.

I wish Pokemon were real so I could cum deep inside their poke-pussies.

I love anonymous sex where I cum inside a complete stranger’s unprotected pussy.

Message me now.  Let’s chat.

I want my sweet, curvy mom to lie naked on her bed, legs spread wide open, waiting for me to make love to her.

I want to eat out my mom’s beautiful pussy and listen to her cute moans as i make her cum.

I want her to pant and beg me to enter her.

I want to feel her perfect slit squeeze me as I slide my cock so deep inside her.

I want to thrust my cock deep inside my mom’s warm, wet, womanhood over and over again.

I want my mom to wrap her legs around my butt and pull me deep inside her as I tell her that I’m going to cum.

I want to slam my cock balls deep inside my mom’s fertile pussy as I explode every drop of my warm cum inside her amazing womb.

I want to tell my mom how badly I hope I impregnated her as she smiles and kisses me deeply.

Message me and let’s chat about this.

DM me and let’s talk about how badly I want to fuck, fill and impregnate my mom and sister’s naughty pussies.

Message me right now.

I need to make love to my mom and sister. Bare. Raw. Unprotected.

I need to suckle on their supple breasts and run my hands up their gorgeous, thicc thighs.

I need both of their cute, curvy bodies wrapped around me.

I need to my sister to ride my face and our mom rides my unprotected cock.

I need to cum deep inside their hot, naughty pussies. Bare. Raw. Unprotected.

I need to hear them moan and squeal and beg for more as I fill them up.

I need to impregnate them both.

I need to watch them 69 with my cum dripping out of their pussies.

I need to watch them scissor with my cum dripping out of their pussies.

I’ve wanted them for years… I can’t get them off of my mind.  20 girls later and I still want my Mom and Sister’s pussies more than anything.

I have lots of free time today and tomorrow.

DM me and let’s chat about it.

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.

Message me anytime…like now!

Calling all cucks!  I want to fuck and cum deep inside your wife’s bare, slutty pussy while you watch!  I’d really love to knock her up too…

DM me if you want to chat about it…

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.

speedforce1:

Harlot Quinn

I need to fuck a baby into this PAWG. She doesn’t want anything to come between my cock and her fertile womb. She will honor me with the gift of her unprotected womanhood as I take pleasure from unbridled lust, knowing I will be ejaculating my warm dna into her waiting womb.

You want to put your baby inside a stranger.

Or if you want a stranger to put his baby inside of you.

angelguidetoheaven:

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.

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honest-dirty-fun:

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

honest-dirty-fun:

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.

“Mum, Dad, you know that night Nick was over…?”

confusedchinaalice:

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.

taegularities:

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.

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