Terri was placing the candle in a holder on my coffee table when Tammy returned. Taking a match, Terri carefully lit the candle. Tammy went through my house turning off all the lights, until all we had left was the tiny, flickering flame. Silently, the two girls sat on their legs on one side of the low table, and beckoned me to sit opposite them. Then they pulled off their blouses, and looked at me pointedly until I took off my shirt. What were they up to, I wondered. Tammy took three short pieces of string from her pocket, and laid these together on the table. I could see they were `friendship’ bracelets, the kind that kids made and traded with their friends. Each narrow cord was tightly braided with three colors; two shades of blue (light and dark) and one of bright red. Understanding dawned on me. “Hey, when did you make–”
Terri and Tammy shushed me with shocked looks, as if I were interrupting a church service. For that’s what they were about to perform: a ritual of naively innocent childhood, made all the more sacred as we neared the magical witching hour on All hallows Eve.
Mesmerized, I watched Terri take the ends of the three bracelets and hold them several inches over the candle. Then she chanted in her soft voice:
“Through the fire, we pass these chains, 3 strings are one, sealed by flame.”
Terri quickly passed them three times through the fire, fast enough so they wouldn’t scorch. Then she took one of the cords and tied it loosely in a double knot on Tammy’s left wrist, and silently offered her the remaining two pieces. Following her sister’s lead, Tammy held the colored strings above the fire, and thought for a moment before intoning: “By flame of candle, this spell is cast, 2 sisters are now complete, our love will last.”
I was totally captivated. I watched with fascination as Tammy passed them twice through the candle, and then tied one of the strings around my wrist. The two girls were so serious and solemn, and their ghoulish makeup made them look rather eerie in the yellow, dancing flame of the candle.
They were other worldly, young witches practicing bare breasted, high sorcery on Halloween night, and I was there charmed disciple. The analogy of little girl love as a religion struck me once again. Then I realized Tammy was holding the remaining cord out to me. I was expected to contribute to the ritual as well. Terri and Tammy watched me critically as
I took the small cord and held it over the candle as they had done, and gathered my thoughts. We had all had lots of practice with spells, actually. The girls were quite adept at coming up with rhymes for the book. Everyone knows the most powerful incantations have to rhyme. Just watch “Bewitched”.
“Through this fire, the alter of our love, we confess our bond to the heavens above.”
Tammy allowed a small smile of approval to cross her face as she watched me pass it once through the flame and tie it around her sister’s wrist.
Then, almost reverently, my very special friends linked the little fingers of their right hands together in their `double promise’, and silently looked at me until I wrapped my pinkie around theirs. I was deeply moved by this special gift. I felt myself shiver as goose flesh broke out on my skin, almost as if there truly was magic in the air. The girls felt it as well; I could see how their small, tender nipples had become even tinier, surrounded by goose bumps in the wavering candlelight. The ceremony now over, Terri and Tammy beamed happily at me.
The reader might like to think that what followed was a wild bacchanalia of little girl sex, culminating in the ultimate expression of love, but it was a school night. I led the two sleepy witches to the bathroom and washed off as much of their makeup as possible, and then I lovingly undressed them the rest of the way. Naked, the three of us slept in a tangle of blissful contentment, covering each other with a blanket of love and friendship.
I finished our book a few weeks later. Just before I sent it to my agent though, I added several very important lines at the very beginning, and promptly forced myself to forget about it. After she read it she said it was my best book yet, and suggested we re negotiate my contract with the publisher. In fact she thought the book could cross genres into the
sci-fi/fantasy market, which was fine with me as long as it was still marketed primarily as a kid’s book. My loyalties would always be with little girls, after all.
When my publisher read it, and after a few more weeks of wrangling, I signed a contract for an outrageous sum of money, agreeing to write at least two more books about the supposedly fictitious twins. I didn’t think that would be a problem, since it was my favorite subject. I felt I had to share the wealth with the girls though, so for a Christmas present
(one of many, needless to say) I had my agent draw up a contract splitting the royalties three ways. A separate trust fund was set up for each of them, and when they reached the arbitrarily magic age of eighteen, Terri and Tammy would have more than enough money for college or whatever else they wanted to do. Susan nearly cried when I told her what I had done, she was so grateful. The twins, of course, wanted the money now. I laughed fondly at their plans for buying airplanes and race cars, or candy factories and arcades.
The book was published in February, and when my copies arrived the girls were still at school. We had already started on the next story in the series, but we had all been waiting anxiously for this one. When Tammy contacted' me she immediately picked up that it was here at last.You’ve got the book?’ I heard her excited voice say in my head. She caught me off guard, and I was afraid she’d `pick up’ more than I wanted her too. I started singing a Beatles’ song, hoping to block her out.
Hey, what are you trying to hide?' she accused. Her curiosity aroused, I knew she wouldn't give up easily. I sang louder. Tom! Hey, cut it out!'
“Tammy, pleeease don’t,” I begged her. “It means a lot to me and I don’t want you to ruin it. You’ll find out when you get home.” I started singing again, but I knew she could get what she wanted if she really concentrated.
Oh all right,' I heard her pout. See you later, I guess.’ I had no way of knowing if she’d really left my head. I dove into our sequel, hoping to put my mind on other things, in case the inquisitive, telepathic young girl came back for another assault.
I thought about the tour my publisher wanted me to take to promote the book. If I went over spring break, perhaps Susan would let the twins come along.
The next attack was when Terri and Tammy practically tore down my front door after school. Tammy had told her twin and both girls were bubbling over with impatience as they pulled off their winter coats and rushed me.
“Let’s see it!” Terri yelled.
“Yeah, where is it?” Tammy demanded, still wondering what I had up my sleeve.
I sat on the couch and pulled out a small, gift wrapped object. It was the book of course. I wasn’t fooling anybody; I just thought wrapping it would be a nice touch. The girls sat down on my right and grabbed it unceremoniously from my hands. Terri ripped off the paper and stared at the cover.
“`Double Trouble’,” she said with a smile, reading the title out loud. The drawing on the front was the three of us, dressed in clothes that fit the story. What possessed me to use the picture Susan had taken of me on Halloween I’ll never know.
“Hey, it’s us!” Tammy exclaimed. “Cool!”
“It’s my author’s copy,” I told the two girls, “the very first one off the press. I want you guys to have it.” Terri and Tammy looked at me gratefully, but they both sensed that there was something else. Tammy finally grabbed the thought from my head. She sucked in her breath with surprise, and quickly told her sister to open the book and look inside.
Past all the copyright info, on an otherwise blank page, I saw their eyes widen as they stared at six simple, short lines. Their jaws dropped open with identical looks of stunned disbelief, while they re-read it several times. Finally Terri found her voice, but it shook a little. “D-Does it say this in all of them?” she asked in wondering amazement. I could only nod as I smiled at them. Their reactions were everything I’d hoped for. I was almost overwhelmed as I felt my love for the two beautiful, special young girls pouring out of my soul, and they both felt it as strongly as I did. Our eyes threatened to start leaking. Suddenly the twins threw their arms around me, hugging me in a tight, fierce embrace as I hugged them back. Nothing more needed to be said; our love spoke volumes. It’s the most excellent language there is.
For Terri and Tammy;
twin beams of sunlight and happiness
shining brightly
in my grateful heart.
I love you both,
forever.
********* T H E E N D *********
Hope You All Enjoy This Story ………well I have to serach for more POWER story .
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Cum_Luver
bro, so long just like u said.
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Wahhhh….bro C_L lai liao arh ….. It’s not easy leh …First have to search a good story then go through it and check every details & spelling mistakes and sort it out part by part …..then cannot also post more than er…..ten or hundred thousand letter , I think must look for shorter stories liao .
But this story I like and some parts see liao steam steam also .
Wow so many viewers liao …….kekekekeke….here’s one short story :
Peter & Jennifer in the Bush
Last year, my parents decioded that they wanted to take an African Photo Safari – something they had always wanted to do, and they asked me to go along. I had just graduated from high school in June, and was going to be entering college in the fall. They thought it would be a good experience for me, and it turned out to be just that. We were part of a tour of about 30 going to Kenya. We flew into Nairobi and from there we were taken out into the “bush”, as they called it, in small jeep-like vehicles. My parents usually took the back two seats and I sat up front with the driver. Our driver was a tall muscular African, about 30, I would judge.
Like many of the Africans he had a Biblical name, Peter. He was a very personable young man,well-mannered, respectful and polite with a nice smile. I thought he was absolutely gorgeous! We were gone for two weeks, viewing the animals in their native habitat – lions, elephants, wildebeasts, rhinoserous, hippos, cape buffalo, giraffe,zebras, cheetahs, leopards, topii, and many, many other varities of wildlife and birds. Peter was not only our driver, but our guide as well, and he knew just where to go to find the animals we wanted to see. Our usual routine would be to get up early in the morning, around daybreak and drive around for two or three hours. Then return to our lodge for breakfast and a brief rest.
Then we would go out again around for an hour or so, until our noon meal. We would usually rest in the afternoon and have an early supper and then go out in the evening again until it started to get dark. Peter spoke very good English and I got to know him quite well as we drove around on these safari runs, and he would explain to us in great detail the habits and characteristics of each species we saw. It was very educational. It was extremely hot and humid during both the daytime and evening, so my usual uniform for the day was to put on a light cotton blouse or T-shirt and a pair of shorts. No underwear. That’s what Peter usually wore, too, although I wasn’t sure whether he wore any underwear shorts. As I said, he had a beautiful body, and I think he noticed me admiring it as we drove along every day.
I wondered in the back of my mind what he would look like without that shirt and shorts. We learned that he did this work during the Summer months to earn money and attended the University in Nairobi the balance of the year. He was studying to be a biology teacher in high school. As I said, we usually stayed in a lodge overnight. The building where the drivers and guides stayed was close by in this little compound. Sometimes, when we were back in camp and taking our rest periods, I would wander over and talk to Peter and the other drivers, all of whom were very friendly and also liked to hear about the United States. After we had been in Kenya about a week, one evening after we returned from our evening Safari, my Mom and Dad said they were tired and they retired to their room. I had a separate room next to theirs, but on this particular evening, I was not particularly tired myself, so I walked over to the quarters where the drivers stayed and saw Peter sitting in front of his cabin. I sat down in a chair next to him and we talked about a lot of things until fairly late at night – maybe close to 11:00 P.M.
It was an extremely hot night, and he had taken off his shirt and was just lounging around in his shorts. As we continued to talk in the dim light, I noticed that he began to have a rather big bulge in his shorts and in a teasing fashion I asked him what was causing that. He replied: “The same thing that causes it in your country, Jennifer – a pretty girl like yourself.” With that, he placed his right hand on my left arm and began caressing my arm with his hand, up and down.It made me tingle inside, and I wondered what I could do to encourage him to go further. I told him that it felt good, and then he just simply brushed his hand along my my breasts, with just the slightest of pressure. I was ecstatic. Seeing that I was not objecting to any of his advances,he then placed his hand on my left knee and began caressing my leg up and down and advancing up my thigh to where my shorts were. I placed my left hand on his right hand and encouraged him to go a bit further – under my shorts.
It was not long before I felt his powerful fingers fondling my vagina and clitoris. I thought I would have an orgasm right then and there. Peter than asked me if I’d like to come into his cabin and I accepted. From a small refrigerator he had there, next to his bed and night stand, he got two cold bottles of Tiger Beer and offered me one. I was not much of a beer drinker, but I accepted, and in the hot African night, that cold beer tasted delicious. He then walked over and closed the shades on the two windows in that small one-room cabin and also closed the outside door. After he had done that, he walked over to me and slowly removed my blouse and shorts and gently pulled me toward his bare chest.He asked me if I had ever made love before. I told him that I had been with a couple of boys before and we had fooled around a bit, but had never had sex. He then asked me if I thought I might like to experience what sex was like on a hot African evening, with a black man like himself.Without much thought, I told him I thought it would be a wonderful thing to do to complete my safari experience. Then he removed his shorts and briefs and held me tightly by my buttocks cheeks against his fully erect penis.It was very large.
Three times before I had seen a boy’s penis but never anything like this! It must have measured ten inches in length. In the light from the lamp on his nightstand, I saw my white body against his jet black skin and it was beautiful. We kised and kissed for a long time, and then he had me lie down on his bed and he kneeled beside it and began kissing me all over my body, from my neck and shoulders, to both my breasts to mt stomach and abdomen to my vaginal area, and up and down both my legs and feet. He did not miss an inch of my exposed skin and I was absolutely in heaven. He kept returning his kisses to my bush area and I kept thrusting me pelvis into his face so he could kiss me harder. Then he took his fingers and began to explore my vagina, slowly but surely, probing, probing deeper and deeper.
When he had explored me completely with his fingers he took out a condom from the small drawer in his night stand and rolled it on. He said that because of widespread Aids in Africa, it was always best to use protection, and he wanted me to feel comfortable from that aspect. Then he laid down beside me, and sort of spooned me into his body with my back toward his chest, and began to massage my breasts with his powerful hands. But, he was very gentle. As he tweeked my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, i thought I had died and gone to heaven! Finally he entered my vagina, very slowly inch by inch, then withdrawing and then going a little deeper. When he reached my hymen, he whispered that “this will hurt a little” but explained that after that, I would have a wonderful feeling. He was right.After that short twinge of pain, he probed further and further, thrusting in and out until at last he was entirely within my body. I thought the tip of his penis was going to penetrate my stomach! But it felt magnificent. He kept going in and out like a well- lubricated piston, and I could feel his semen exploding into the condom and against my vagina walls.
He had several great orgasms, and so did I. I think he was inside me close to an hour, after wich he took off the condom, washed himself and myself off with a warm washcloth, and then climbed back in bed with me, cuddling my white body next to he blackness. We slept all night together until about 5:00 in the morning. Then he told me I had better return to my own room in the lodge before I was missed or before my parents or others became suspicious. During that last week on Safari, Peter and I managed to have three more great love sessions together. He knew more about great fucking technique than I think any one could possibly learn. Before we left, we exchanged addresses and Email addresses, and we now correspond regularly. He says that someday he would like to visit the U.S.,if possible, and see me again. That would be great.Every night I dream about that wonderful black body next to mine, probing my love canal and experiencing the sheer pleasure of his his penis within me.
Title - Babe
The fantasy began when Mary and I went to a nude beach together. Two black men were playing volley ball nearby and Mary was curious to see their cocks. She was aware of the “myth” but had never seen one in real life. Later, when we were leaving the beach, she even camped in a place where she could get a closer up view. Ever play “if you had to?” That’s when you pick someone in a bar or restaurant you would fuck if you had to. Well, Mary picked a black guy more than once. And when I asked her who she’d pick at her work place, guess what. Black. When we went to see “Chicago” in NYC there was a loin-clothed black guy in the play with a ripped body that Mary was drooling over.
We fantasized while we fucked. She’d speak of a black stud “sex machine” with a huge cock. But being the lady that she was, I never thought we would act on it. We went to a hotel dance club one night and, no lie, there he was. Towering over everyone at about 6'10." Massive muscles. A specimen. I saw him first as I was going to the men’s room - and I knew Mary would take note. “Did you see him?” I asked on return. “Good God” she said. “How could you not?” Mary is late 40’s but is still a hot looking piece. Size 4-6 dress and d-cup tits. Pretty face. Glasses. This guy was obviously late 20’s or early 30’s so I doubted he’d be interested. Anyway, I sent a beer his way and he (Craig) came over to meet us. Mary was blushing like I had never seen before. When a fast dance song came up he extended his hand to her and she took it - that contrast alone being a turn on. They danced to fast ones before the music turned slow and she fell into his massive arms.
Craig excused himself and said he’d be right back. “Well?” I asked Mary. “Do you think he wants me?” “Of course he does.” “What should I do?” “Just tell him Joe went to get a room.” You sure you want to go ahead with this?" “Do you?” “If you do.” I got the room and returned with the key in hand. Obviously Mary had already invited him because he just smiled at me. As we walked up the stair well to the second floor room, he suddenly took Mary in his arms and kissed her deeply. His hand roamed over her butt and I heard her moan as she opened her mouth wide for him. She then took my hand and whispered “If he’s proportionate he’s going to have a giant cock.” Turns out he was a good ten inches, veins popping, huge helmet, his engorged cock angled slightly up and hard as a piece of steel. The foreplay was fast and furious and the moment soon arrived when he was hovering over her petite body and lowering himself toward her. I’ll describe her reaction because I know that is the turn on. She gasps when he penetrates and braces herself. His thrusts are slow and progressively deeper. His cock shines from her pussy juice in the dim light. A good six or seven inches are in her now and she is raising up to take more.
The moans and grunts she emits are not fake - I know that from knowing her so well. The talk is dirty. “That’s it…gimme that big black cock…fuck me…fuck my pussy.” “You like that baby?” he asks. “You like that big cock in your cunt?” Gradually he penetrates deeper. At one point it hurts Mary but she is quick to say “that’s okay…feels good…just have to adjust.” Eventually he’s slamming all of his magic wand into her soaking wet pussy. You can’t imagine how exciting it is to see a black cock pull almost completely out of your woman and then pump almost ten full inches into her. Just the sound she makes is enough to make you cream your pants. Mary was loving this fuck and it no doubt was living up to the fantasy expectations. She grimaces now the way she does on the brink of orgasm. Convulsions rock her body as she cries out in pleasure. As the first orgasm subsides a second one causes her entire body to jerk suddenly before it levels off and she kisses him with a fevor. With one motion he pulls out, peels of the condom which barely covered half his dick, and shoots his cream all over Mary’s tits.
An enormous hot fuck had been consumated. Mary lay there with a warm glow on her face, cum all over her tits and tummy, and her freshly-fucked vagina still wide open and wet. Later I fucked Mary harder than I ever had before. She came seven times. “I love you” she said. “You’re the best.” It was “just one time” she said and I am glad we did. “He was an incredible fuck.” “You took all of him Babe…will you be satisfied with me after that?” “Yes” she said. I love you for giving me the one time go ahead, but I only want you from here on." Happy we did it. Even have a few photos to commemorate. I still jack off to them but am careful not to smudge them when I cum. Mary has used them too while using her vibrator.
Here’s one more story for 2 9 …..not too long , just nice for you all - title : A boss gives in to his lusty desires with a young staff member .
The rain had started and business was slowing down as we headed into our off-season. I was scribbling notes in the personnel file, trying to figure out how to avoid big staff cuts through the winter. I knew some hours had to be slashed, but I always hated doing it. I must have looked to be in a sour mood, because the whole staff avoided contact with me other than the routine hellos and brief exchanges needed to run things. I rolled my chair away from the desk, trying to unjam my brain, and looked out the window at the will call counter
She had worked for us for 4 summers – ever since her junior year of high school. She was a cute kid then, but was just now starting to lose that teen baby face. In its place, she was beginning to take on the look of a strikingly beautiful woman. She let her auburn hair grow a little longer than usual this year, just a few inches past her shoulders, and when she was close by I could smell the lightly sweet fragrance of that soft hair every time she brushed it with her fingers or turned her head. Despite my strict rule against personal relationships with anyone at work, I had quite a crush on her. I was cautious to be professional in her presence trying to avoid being obvious, or create the impression that she was given any preferential treatment.
I never thought she would stay with us for so long, but I was glad she did. She was smart, friendly and customers liked her. She had just returned from a trip to Vegas with her fiance for her belated 21st birthday and I found myself taking more and more chances sneaking glances at her gorgeous body. Being a fan of a curvy backside, she was a constant reminder of what a perfect womanly ass looks like. I recalled pieces of a conversation I overheard between her and another female co-worker as they shared stories of what their respective boyfriends did (and didn’t) do for them sexually. My mind drifted back to it lazily.
“Great!”, I thought to myself, “On top of everything else – now I’m horny as hell.” I gathered myself and made my way back to the desk. If there wasn’t the sound of people talking in the break room and hallway nearby, I probably would have locked my door and given myself a quick jerk to relieve the tension. I cursed my own open-door policy and tried to get back to the pile of to-dos on the desk. It took awhile, but I got back into my work groove and managed to be productive the rest of the afternoon.
I hadn’t looked at the clock for quite some time – apparently a few hours – and was surprised to hear myself saying my daily “goodbyes” to the night staff as they left. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head when I caught a familiar scent.
“Boss?” said a low voice, startling me from my stretch. I looked over to the doorway and she was standing there leaned against the jamb with her hands in front of her – twisting and fiddling with her fingers nervously. “Can I talk to you a sec?”
“Of course,” I said, trying to gather myself into boss mode “what can I do for you?”
“I know it gets slow this time of year,” she paused and looked at her feet, obviously embarrassed.
“Yes, it does” I replied “but we’ve managed to survive every slow season just fine”
She was hesitant, and I wasn’t sure exactly why, so I got up and asked her to sit down. I sat on the front edge of the desk gesturing for her to take a nearby chair. She seemed to relax a little bit as she sat, and I heard her take a deep breath. She looked up at me and started again.
“I know it gets slow this time of the year, and I don’t have a lot of seniority here – but having my hours cut back would be really tough for me right now.” She put one hand on each of her knees and took a sharp breath before asking, “Is there anyway I could keep my hours intact?”
Her gaze dropped again as soon as she finished asking and I could see the tension of asking was being replaced by the anticipation of my answer. A thought snuck in about how nice she looked with her hair hanging just over the side of her pretty face. I knew she and her stockbroker fiancé had recently found a new place together and that her earnings were not a major part of their income. I must have looked slightly confused – or she was reading my mind – when she looked up again.
“I left that asshole the day we got back from Vegas” her steely gaze looking past me at some vision of him, she crossed her arms, “caught him messing around with some slut in the woman’s restroom of a casino we were gambling at – fucking douchebag.” The last comment was a hiss under her breath.
She continued, “I found my own place early this week and if my hours get cut back I wont be able to make rent, and I don’t want to move back to Idaho. I know I can make it worth your while to keep me on through the season – I know I can take care of business here better than some of these guys with more seniority than me.” Now she was done being embarrassed and was stating the facts as she saw them. I drifted from work thoughts to innuendo as she spoke – agreeing in my head, “you sure could make it worth my while – I have no doubt you could take care of business”. I thought myself a pervert for noticing that although she was somewhat light-chested as a teen, she had developed a perfectly proportioned pair of breasts. I silently guessed them at a 34C and wondered what kind of nipples she had.
“I can’t make any promises, but…” I started – answering in automatic mode “of course I will ensure that everybody gets their fair share of the hours we’ll have available. I’m not sure I can tell you for sure what that might mean for your schedule just yet …” she rose from the chair and stepped to the doorway, and I stood up as well.
“OK, I just figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.” She said, plainly
“Of course not,” I assured her “it can never hurt to ask”
“Should I shut this on the way out?” she asked as she placed a hand on the doorknob
I could only think she meant on the way out of this job and the way out of my life. I was feeling panic and confusion. I wanted to yell at her for asking in the first place; I wanted to grab her, hold her close and tell her I would do anything for her; I wanted to find the discipline to just let her leave – and the distraction leave with her. She turned away and my eyes drifted down to her denim-clad ass.
“I like it when you watch me.” She paused in the doorway again, never turning her head.
It was like a blow to the chest from a sledgehammer – my heart jumped inside. “I’m not sure what you mean…” I stammered as my cock awakened with a lusty twitch.
“It’s ok – you’ve been really nice to me, and I know the guys look,” she turned halfway around and looked over her shoulder at me standing awkwardly at the corner of my desk. “But I like it when you look, trying to seem like you’re not looking. I think it’s sweet.”
“Well,” I tried to seem mature and composed “You are a very attractive young lady. I never meant to embarrass you by…”
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“Having you admire my body was never embarrassing,” she moved one step back into the room with the edge of the door lined right up against her spine “I think about you too sometimes – watching you be so serious in this place. I’ve thought about it, you know. What it would be like – me and you.” She had her hands behind her, holding onto one knob with each. She was ever so slightly rocking her hips side to side as she swung the door a couple of inches to the right, then back to the left. Her head was bent towards the ground slightly, and her penetrating green eyes looked right at mine through a wisp of hair dangling loosely across her forehead.
“I had no idea,” my mouth felt like it was full of sand “that you saw me that way.” I slid a step backwards, tapping my fingers on the desk and trying to keep my gaze steady without being creepy. She smiled a confident, sexy smile and flipped her head so that the little tail of loose hair landed back on the top of her head.
“And you have no idea how many of the ladies here think you’re hot, do you?” she asked without expecting an answer. “They wont go for it because you’re the boss – but that makes you even hotter to me.”
I reached behind me thinking I would catch the top edge of my chair but missed it (probably by a long shot) and ended up in a half-stumble next to the window. She stepped forward, closing the door with one hand as her other hand reached up to her own neck and gave it a light caress. I was hypnotized, shamelessly watching her hips as they moved with each step, then groping her torso and chest with my eyes as she moved towards the desk. I could feel a small bead of sweat work its way down my shirt collar. My tightening pants must have been obvious to her.
“I want you.” She stated with purpose “I’ll bet you’re great in bed.” She slid her ass onto the edge of my desk and rested the palms of her hands on her thighs. Her hands slowly moved up and down her legs and she changed her tone to something a little more flirty. “Come on – come over here – I’m not gonna hurt you.”, she said with a fake pout and quick grin.
I guess that’s what I needed, because it suddenly struck me – I’m a lucky 37 year old guy. I got married early and divorced a few years after that. I have had my share of lady friends and fuck buddies, but this young thing pursuing me was absolutely stunning. Why all the anxiety? She was throwing herself at me, and she was right – I am great at sex. I moved out of boss mode, and I couldn’t wait to make love to this angel.
She grinned even wider as I stepped towards her, one of my legs in between hers, sliding one hand across her lower back and the other on the side of her neck. We stared into each others eyes for a brief moment. I pulled her body towards me with my lower hand as I moved my mouth to hers. Her lips were so fantastically soft they felt like they might melt as I kissed them. I caressed her neck and cheek as our mouths danced. She held both of my shoulders and pressed her fingertips into my muscles lightly at first, then more firmly as our kissing became more passionate. She teased my mouth with her tongue, lightly tracing my top lip then pulling it away and kissing me again.
Her hips were beginning to draw themselves tightly to me without my having to pull her close and I moved my hand out to her hips where her ass met the desk. I ran my whole hand along the outline of her form, from the back seam of her jeans around and up to the bottom of her ribs. I realized her whole body was in subtle motion – shoulders swaying, hips pressing forward into me, fingers massaging, even her head was making little figure eights as her mouth pressed onto mine and her tongue twirled in and out with a cock-stiffening rhythm. I couldn’t remember when I had ever been so hard.
I pulled my head back from our kissing and saw the fire in her eyes – and it was fierce. We looked intensely at one another as we tangled our hands up in a race for buttons to undo. Since her top had only four, I got there first, sliding the blouse over her shoulders feeling it land in a soft heap on the desk behind her. Her breasts were cupped by one of those skinny little bras that have just enough fabric to be called a bra, but are barely enough to contain the boobs they hold. I used both hands to slide underneath their lower edge and pushed the bra right off over the top of her head as my whole hands rubbed across her nipples. My eyes focused intently on two medium pink nipples with perfect little circles of slightly bumpy areola flesh surrounding them. Her nipples were stiff and perched neatly on the kind of breasts that fake ones are supposed to look like. I looked up at her face and she was smiling again.
“Go ahead,” she purred “go ahead.”
I rubbed my hands on the flesh of her body just below her tits and around to the top of them. I gently dragged my hands down onto the plump flesh and squeezed lightly as the nipples slid just past my palms. She reached around my caress to finish unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off of me a sleeve at a time. Her boobs shimmied as she playfully tossed the shirt across the room. Her hands snaked up my arms, past my shoulders and neck until her fingers entangled themselves in my hair. She lifted her chest up and guided my head down to it – drawing in a breath as my beard brushed across nipples that felt electrically charged. I pursed my lips and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. My sucking kept it in there as my tongue swirled across it – rotating around from the tip in a spiral down to the bottom. I opened my mouth wider and let the top part of her tit get covered in the heat of my mouth.
The moan I heard was quickly followed by the strengthening of her grip on my hair and her foot found its way behind my knee and pulled me into her even harder. I bathed her right boob with my tongue and lips while my hands continued their caressing and kneading. She was giving my head an unintentional massage as her ass moved around in small circles on the desk. As I shifted my mouth to the flesh of her other tit, I caught the light scent of musk – a lusty, unmistakable aroma of an aroused female. I wanted to see her naked. Touch her bare pubic mound. Explore the folds of her pussy. The very idea of it was driving me crazy and I sucked on her nipple even harder, creating a sloppy noise that seemed to make her shiver.
“Oh god damn I am so horny,” a more obvious statement has never been uttered “come on, baby – suck my titties hard. Your mouth feels so good. Hmmmmmuummmm.”
Without a word she moved her hands to the front of my shoulders and pushed me back a step. For a microsecond I wondered, “what the f-“, then she slid off the desk onto her knees in front of me and grabbed my belt like it was the last good rope on a mountain climb. My cock was crammed against my belly with the top almost poking out of my waistband. In swift motions, her deft hands slipped the belt buckle apart, unbuttoned and unzipped me and pushed my pants to my ankles. The tip of my prick grazed her hair as she came back to directly facing my crotch. As the throbbing thing bobbed in front of her she put her fingers on it and looked up at me. I reached and brushed some hair from her face while her fingertips drummed across the veiny flesh from the bottom to the top and back again. She never took her eyes from mine as she slid her tongue out and cradled my cocktip with it. Her fingers never stopped moving.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, my turn to be obvious “that feels so good.” My eyes rolled up in my head and my breathing suddenly stopped when I felt the heat of her whole mouth encircle my shaft. She just slid her head onto it in one easy, expert motion. As I felt her nose push into my pubic hairs she paused. I felt that incredible tongue again – tracing a firm line back and forth a couple of times across the bottom of my dick. She paused again, sliding her whole head away from my body until my shiny pecker was completely out of her mouth. She repeated this 5 or 6 times. Each time starting with my cocktip resting in her tongue-cup, then disappearing into her hot mouth until it could go no more, the tongue making that “come here” motion under the shaft, then a constant suction as my cock re-emerged – bulging and twitching.
Her fingers rolled into soft little cylinders and she started gripping and un-gripping my cock in a pulsating beat as her hand moved up and down the shaft. Her saliva was lubricating the motion while she moved her eyes to the hand fuck that was happening. Every so often, she would slide her mouth back on and that kept the surfaces well coated. She was determined to get this cock to spurt and it really flipped a switch for me to think she wanted it so badly.
“Ah, yeah, yeah – good , feels so good,” my throaty comments were in time with her strokes “you’re - gonna make – make me come – yeah, ah, ah, yeah”
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Somewhere in there she had slid one of her hands under my balls and she must have felt them begin to tighten up. Just as the first volley of juice was bursting from my prick, she let go with her hand and engulfed it with her mouth - gripping my ass cheeks with both hands and pulling my hips hard to her.
“Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!” I grunted while I felt my sperm shoot into the back of her throat and splash inside her mouth. “Oh god yeah, fuck yeah – uuuuuuuugghhhnnnnnnnnnnnn” My hips jerked forward with each thread of hot cum that jumped out of my dick. I didn’t realize I had one hand gripping her hair until I tried to move it to the desk to steady myself. I was dizzy as hell from the most incredible deep throat of my life. She didn’t let go until I was completely done, and as my dick slipped from her mouth – it trailed a thin line of saliva behind it and onto her chin. She grinned and giggled very softly as she watched me try not to pass out.
“You like that?” she asked as she used a single finger to wipe away the little bit of mess from her chin “I love doing that for my guy. I love watching you when you’re all fired up like that.” She rose gracefully back to leaning her ass against the desk and watched me intently.
“I still want you in the worst way.” I confessed energetically “Let me return the favor.”
“Oh yeah?” her eyes twinkled at my offer, then it seemed she realized exactly what I meant and the lusty look returned to her face. “Hell, yeah.”
I grabbed the belt loops on the front of her jeans and yanked her up into a standing position. I leered at her firm tits and bent my head to them again – this time just using my tongue to flick the nipples and trace outlines around the areolas. My hands made short work of the buttons and zipper holding her jeans on, with my thumbs easing her snug pants down around her hips. Her breasts heaved up and her hands wound their way through my hair and across the top of my back. I hadn’t realized that her sneakers were off, but she lifted each leg slightly to let the pant leg fall away – and when she did that for the second leg, I placed my hand under her upraised thigh and lifted her onto the desk. Her body moved slowly into a reclining position as I swatted a calculator and stapler from behind her. I quickly spread her blouse with one hand and she leaned back onto it. She put her hand behind her head, and kept the other roaming through my hair as I began kissing her neck.
I moved my kisses in a serpentine route along her tight body. Across her lavish tit, through her belly button valley and to the edge of her well-trimmed bush. I looked up to see her watching me – holding her head up with one hand behind it and getting a serious, “make me come hard” look on her face. I slipped my face past her mound quickly and lightly kissed my way down her thigh to her knee. Putting one hand behind that knee, and the other around her thigh, I held her legs further apart and observed her pussy. Beautiful. With her legs spread there was just a sliver of pink flesh showing past her moist lips. I had to hold myself back from pouncing on it like it was the last bit of food on a deserted island. I could feel my balls rumble again, and the blood started to rush back to my cock as I moved the hand on her thigh across and up until my fingers rested on the outer edge of her pussy lips.
Pulling and pressing with my fingers, her lips opened and closed around my probing digits. I ran two fingers up and down the length of her lips, lightly penetrating the folds randomly. I rested my palm on her mound and used my thumb to press into her hot slit more deeply. Her pussy was on fire and each touch left a slick trail of juice on my skin. I moved myself up and to her side, gripped her hips and lifted her further onto the desk so her feet could rest on the edge. My left hand released her hip and moved over the soft, warm mound of pussy flesh. I moved two fingers into her lips and found the edge of her hole. I rubbed it in tiny circles, then up and down , then circles again. Her hips rocked and pushed against my hand. I moved my finger up to the hood of her clit, and covered it in her slick juices. I touched her clit like you would touch the downy feathers of a newborn chick. The rubbing was working as her clit hardened under the tip of my finger just as she reached down and grabbed my wrist – not to push me away, but obviously to ensure I stayed right there.
“UUUUUUHHHHHNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”, her groan seemed to come as much from the center of her body as from her mouth. Her hips lifted off the desk, her nails poked into the tendons of my wrist and I could feel her muscles spasm and roll under my touch. A staccato wave of little twitches played under my hand. I watched her mouth open and her eyes shut – she didn’t make a sound for a moment or two. “Ooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, AAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhh!” she finally growled as her orgasm crested and left her breathing in short bursts. She opened her eyes and looked at me like I had done something impossible. Then she started to giggle again and slapped my face lightly.
“Haven’t had that done by hand in a long time – I thought you were going to eat me out.” She tried to act like she missed out on something.
“I am going to eat you out.” I stated without a hint of doubt “that was just a warm up.”
“Oh my” she whispered, almost as if to herself.
My hand hadn’t left her snatch because I was taking in all the silky sensations on my fingers, so I moved to the edge of the desk where her feet were resting. I slid my body up underneath her legs until the back of her knees were hooked on my shoulders and gently pulled her towards me until her shiny, trembling pussy was just inches from my face. I rubbed my other hand on my own thigh for a few moments to warm it before moving it onto her pussy lips. I rubbed both sides of her slit with my fingers, ensuring that every digit stayed in contact with her flesh as they pushed and pulled. I rotated my hands so that my thumbs were at the base of her pussy – just above her anus and plowed them with a bit more force up and out until the entire pink middle of her was open to me. She had neat, plump little inner lips that framed a tight hole. The clit I had just finished massaging was barely peering out from under the hood and she indicated her growing impatience by grinding her hips up and out towards me.
“Do it – please.” She said quietly but seriously “Come on, stop teasing me. I’m so fucking hot now.”
I moved my face towards her and let my tongue dart out onto the lowest edge of her slit. Pressing the tip of my tongue firmly I traced it along the v as my thumbs continued to hold her lips open. She tasted slippery, hot and sweet. I used my tongue like a pointing finger to snake a zig zag pattern up her moist pussy. I circled her hole a couple of times before continuing to her inner lips. I stroked them more lightly with my tongue that I had the rest of her pussy, and I heard her breathing change. The muscles of her inner thighs, which were resting against my forearms, relaxed and tightened a couple of times. I knew whatever I was doing was working.
As I reached her clit, I let me tongue go softer and laid it across the whole hood like a warm, wet blanket. I rolled it in small waves, trying to coax her clit back to its previous hardness. My thumbs were now rubbing her pussy more vigorously, pushing her engorged lips aside, then letting them fall back together. She rotated her hips upwards, pressing the top of her cunt harder onto my tongue. I pressed back. We began a rhythm – a tango with her body rolling up to push onto my mouth, my mouth and tongue compressing the soft folds of flesh. I felt a hand move on the top of my head.
“Gnnuuuugh,” the sound came from her throat seemed involuntary “yah, yaaaaaaah, uuuuuunnngh, right there – there. Oh god.”
She pressed her palm onto my head and rotated her hips even higher. I let my tongue go completely soft and tried to cover her whole pussy with it. Her little spasm told me she was starting to peak. My tongue painted her pussy from the bottom to the top in long, quick laps. As my tongue moved back to the bottom, I kept it pressed firmly into her slit. I paused only for a half-second at the top and flicked her clit each time. I had my face pressed so deeply into her that I couldn’t see her pussy anymore, but my other senses took over. Her taste changed as her juices seeped out, her aroma changed as little beads of sweat appeared on the soft, nearly invisible hairs of her belly, the feeling of her muscles moving in powerful little waves was putting the finishing touch on my revived erection. I looked up – her head was tilted so far back I could only see the bottom of her chin – the tendons in her neck were pulsating and straining in time to the flesh I was licking.
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“ohyeah – ohyeah – oh, oh, oooh,” her orgasm was mounting with fury “oh, oh – yeah – yeah – ooooooohhh, ooooh, aaaaauuuuhhhhhhhh, yeeeeeeeeeeesssssss! OH! AUUHH! OH, OH! AAAAAUUUUUHHH!”
Her hips bucked into my face as her hand balled up into a fist and pressed hard onto my head. I felt her clit poke back at my tongue and her hole throb like a heartbeat. Her asscheeks clenched and unclenched as I struggled to keep my mouth pressed onto her pussy. I love to feel a woman’s orgasm on my mouth – it is the single most arousing thing I know – and my cock was straining in its own skin as I felt this sexy creature let herself erupt.
“Fuck yeah!” she said as her body began to settle. Her gaze returned to mine and I smiled at her when she continued. “that was fucking awesome. I wanna fuck you right now.”
She sat up and slid off the desk, pulling me up by my shoulders and guiding me backwards until she found my chair. My cock flicked about when I plopped onto the chair and she grabbed it with one hand as she stepped right up to me, one leg on either side of the chair. Her tits were brushing either side of my cheeks as she steered my pricktip to her pussy.
“Just sit there.” She commanded.
She never stopped delivering that lusty look as she released my dick and engulfed it with her pussy. I couldn’t tell if the position was doing it, or whether she had exceptional muscle control, or even if she was still convulsing from her orgasm – but as her silky glove of flesh surrounded my dick it grabbed me tightly. She rocked on me for a few moments. I felt her pubic mound bumping the base of my cock. Her full body weight was on me and I could feel myself getting larger inside of her. Then she rose – slowly – up and off my veined member. The sensation of her tight cuntskin rubbing on me as she moved was mind-blowing. She slowed down near the top – I could hardly tell she was moving. With just the tip of my cock inside of her, she contracted her muscles around me. Her determined look was softened by a little smile, and I could tell she knew how good this felt for me.
Her cadence was sure – four up and down thrusts, a pause at the top of the fourth with a pussy squeeze – then repeated. Her firm tits bounced in my face as she rode me, and I licked and sucked her nipples at each pause. This felt like a dream, a gorgeous and willing young woman humping my cock with abandon. I let my eyes close as I tried to take in every sensation.
“You can – you can come in me,” she said with a husky voice “I’m on the pill. I want it – I want you to do it. Come in my pussy.”
The huge wad I shot from the earlier blowjob was keeping me in the game this long, but when those words tumbled out of her mouth, I knew it wouldn’t be long. I looked at her again and everything was running in slow motion. Her fantastic hair floated above her head with each bounce, her lean thighs rippled every time they slapped mine, the muscles in her arms were taut as she gripped my shoulders. My balls started to tingle and twitch against the fabric of the chair. I caught her eyes and locked mine onto them. She smiled again.
“Tell me – tell me when you’re gonna come.” She requested.
“Soon.” I said quickly, “I’m gonna come inside you soon.”
This caused her to quicken her pace and in response my balls tightened up. I felt that familiar, awesome wave of electricity across my belly. I put my hands on her hips and let them move with her as I caressed her skin. I groaned without knowing I was about to, and gripped her hips more tightly. She could sense it rising in me and leaned forward, putting her lips against my ear.
“Yes, yes, come in me baby,” her panting whisper said “come hard in my pussy. Fuck me hard and come!”
I rose off the seat as my sack contracted and pushed a stream of sperm out of my cock. This time my orgasm was so powerful it snapped my throat shut and I could only make a guttural groan. As I moved, she lowered herself to the bottom and began pulsing her cunt around my cock. I spurted into her again, and again – each glob of jizz sending jolts through my body. She put her hands around my neck, pulling our heads closer as she licked and nibbled the edge of my ear.
I breathed heavily as my body began to settle down. She leaned back and looked at me – a wide smile dominating her face. She ran one finger along my bottom lip and said, “Now, about my hours…”
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Just finished one story ……..Sarah gets to know her cousin better :
Sarah sighed as she slipped into the shower after a tiring day. She turned the spray on as hot as she could stand it and enjoyed the feeling of the water as it cascaded down her naked flesh. She sighed. When she had accepted the offer of a temporary reassignment to her nursing home’s “hospice care” department, she had expected it to be a relatively easy job. After-all, taking care of just one patient as opposed to half a dozen seemed like a good trade off. It hadn’t taken long to learn otherwise. The 83 year old lady she was caring for was a great-aunt, and it was her grand-daughter (Katie) who had asked for Sarah to take care of her while Katie was out of town for a month. The “sweet” old woman from family get-togethers had proven to be more demanding than all but the worst of her usual patients… She had Sarah as a captive care-taker 24/7, and made use of that fact to keep her running ragged through most of the day. The only real breaks Sarah had were when her great-aunt was asleep, and fortunately she had meds to insure that she slept through most nights.
Sarah looked at her nude form in the mirrored shower door as she took a washcloth and began to clean her body. Her 5’ 2” frame was well proportioned, kept slim by the exertions of her job. Her large, 36C breasts were firm over a narrow waist and long (for her height), slim legs. Dark blonde hair reached almost to her shapely hips as she washed it. When her hair was rinsed, she hesitated before carefully shaving away the blonde down that was just beginning to appear between her legs. One of the two men who had taken her virginity for the first time six months earlier had shaved her pussy, and for reasons she still couldn’t really put a finger on, she had kept it bare since then.
As usual, the simple act of shaving her mons brought to mind the crazy things that had been happening to her over the last several months. She had lost her virginity on New Years to a pair of men she had never met before… not entirely willingly, at least to begin with. Not long afterwards, she had somehow ended up being fucked nearly every other day by a patient in the home’s rehab center for several weeks. That situation had forced her to go on birth control, and she was so disconcerted by her own reactions to the whole situation that she had kept right on taking them, even after Steve Bryant had left rehab. The whole craziness had been capped off recently by an encounter with another female nurse in the home’s steam room that, to be honest, she tried not to think too much about.
Her religious upbringing had done nothing to prepare her for dealing with the desires that had been awakened in that hotel room on New Years. She’d gone from never even thinking about sex, to a point where now all it took to get her pussy throbbing was shaving her smooth mound, and allowing her memory to take over.
As the water turned tepid and then cold, Sarah realized that she had been fingering the soft folds of her slit. Her clit tingled with the sensation as she rubbed it with her thumb. She shook her head to clear it, and then exited the shower. When she was dry, she put on her pajamas… consisting of an ancient pair of sweatpants cut off at the knees, and an even older white t-shirt with a soft drink logo fading away on the back. The shirt was so thread-bare that as the dampness on her skin soaked in, it became nearly translucent and her nipples – taut from the chill of the air against damp skin – became darkly visible against the thin cloth.
Sarah made her way into the kitchen where she planned to make herself an evening snack before crashing in front of the TV for a couple of hours to unwind before heading for bed. As she puttered around between the fridge and the cupboards, she failed to notice that she was being watched from the shadows of the hallway that led to the door into the garage.
Jack was Katie’s brother. He stood seven inches taller than Sarah, and had scruffy, dark blond hair. He had played football in high school and had decided when he had started driving truck that he wouldn’t let himself to go just because he was sitting in a semi cab for hours at a time. To that end, he exercised as much as he could, and had a trim, muscular body. He lived with his sister when he was in town, which was infrequent due to being a busy long-haul trucker who enjoyed being on the road and was rarely between runs. In fact, Katie had expected him to be gone until after she returned from her trip. The job he had been expecting to be on had fallen through at the last minute, however, and since he was close to home, he had decided to take a couple of days off before scouting for a new load. Jack had been surprised by the sight of his cousin for a moment before remembering that the last time he had talked to Katie, she had mentioned to him that Sarah would be here while she was away.
He had been about to call out to her when her appearance stopped him. In the past, she’d always struck him as a bit on the frumpy side, and her usual jeans and baggy shirts couldn’t honestly be said to flatter her figure. He was a bit shocked to discover that with the cut-off sweat shorts and shower dampened, nearly transparent t-shirt, he could see that she not only had a figure, but a damned good one at that. The realization gave him an instant hard-on and rather than alert her to his presence, he stood and watched her move around the kitchen instead.
His gaze followed her for several minutes, taking in the ample swell of her tits as they filled the thin cloth of her shirt, and enjoying the outline of her large nipples against the damp cotton. His hand lightly massaged the bulge growing in his jeans as he enjoyed the view of his cousin’s softly curving body. He shook his head to clear it, then moved quietly back to the door to the garage, opened it silently, and then shut it more loudly. As he did, he called out.
“Sarah, you here? It’s Jack. My run fell through, so I’m back for a couple of days.”
He heard something in the kitchen clatter as she jumped at the sound of the door and his voice. A moment later, she came around the corner into the hallway. He tried not to stare at her chest, and nearly succeeded.
“Jack? Nossa, you startled me! Katie said you wouldn’t be back for another week.”
He shrugged, “Like I said, the job fell through at the last minute, so here I am. How’s Granny doing?”
“Her usual, ornery self.” Sarah replied as she walked back into the kitchen. “Her doctor has her on sleep meds, so she at least sleeps through most nights.”
Jack followed, enjoying the sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him. Back in the kitchen, Sarah told him she had been making a snack for herself and asked him if he wanted anything. He shook his head and replied that he’d get himself a beer out of the fridge. As he did that, she moved over to the kitchen’s island and resumed filling a bowl of ice cream to go with the already poured glass of coke. As she puttered around with the food, Jack turned to watch her. His mind raced with the possibilities as he admired her slim, curvy figure, and the long blond hair that covered her back. After a moment’s thought, he came to a decision.
“Hey Sarah, Could you grab me a beer glass from the cupboard there. They’re the tall ones on the third shelf.” He grinned as she opened the cupboard and discovered the glasses he had asked for were almost two feet over her head, and sitting in a position that required her to stretch to reach them. As she tried to get a grip on one, Jack moved up behind her. Before she could react, her cousin slid one hand up inside her t-shirt to grasp one bra-less tit, while the other ventured inside her shorts to cup her mound. She jumped at the unexpected invasion, and he whispered loudly in her ear, “On second thought, I think I’ve found something I’d rather have.”
Sarah gasped for breath as the shock of feeling her cousin’s hands on her body drove the air from her lungs. She moaned as his fingers probed between her legs and found her cunt still damp from the finger job she had given herself in the shower. She squirmed in his hands as she found the breath to protest. “J… Jack, what… what are you doing? You… we can’t. Uhhnnn… uhhnnn… We’re c… cousins… you can’t…”
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Jack was more than a little surprised at her relative lack of resistance. He continued to squeeze the soft flesh of her tits while probing deeper into her wet pussy, amazed to discover that she became wet almost as soon as his fingers began their work. His voice buzzed against her ear as he replied to her feeble protest, “Haven’t you ever heard of `kissing cousins’? I’ll bet there’s more we can find to do than just kiss.”
Sarah’s mind reeled as her cousin drove his fingers in and out of her. By now she was so aroused by the attention he was paying to her throbbing cunt and her aching tits that even the token resistance she had managed moments before was rapidly vanishing. She moaned as he finger-fucked her pussy, and as he pressed his body against hers, she could feel the hardness of his cock through the cloth barriers that separated his maleness from her ass.
Abruptly, his hands left her body, and she whimpered at the sudden shock of their absence. She felt rather than saw him quickly remove his shirt and unfasten his jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor where he shoved them away with his foot after kicking off his sneakers. Then his hands were back on her, raising her t-shirt over her head and tossing it in the general direction his own clothing had gone, and pushing her sweats over her hips to pool around her ankles. His large hands moved to engulf her large tits and he lowered his head to suckle her neck as he fondled her.
As he held her trembling body close to his, Sarah could feel the thick hardness of his naked cock as it pressed between her asscheeks. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as he plunged two fingers back into her steaming snatch and began to roughly finger-fuck her toward her first orgasm.
“Uhhh… Uhhh… Ooohhh! J… Jack, nooo! You… you’re making me c… cum! Aaahhh, I’m… I’m cumming! Aaahhh!”
Jack felt her cunt spasm around his fingers as she came, and he shook his head in amazement, “Shit Sarah, you’re really getting into this! Miss religion herself and here you are cumming like a slut. I’ll bet you’re not even a virgin, are you?” Without waiting for an answer, he pushed her legs apart with his feet, exposing her swollen, pink target.
Sarah felt his body move behind her. She could feel his muscular hips and chest press against her ass and back. Her taut, pink nipples ached as Jack tweaked them with his left hand while positioning himself behind her with his right. She could feel his long shaft press against her swollen pussy lips. The wetness trickling out of her pussy would soon ease his penetration. She gasped for breath and moaned as her cousin prepared to enter her. Sarah felt his fingers search for and find the folds of her slick pussy lips, and as he caressed them, she gasped for breath and pressed against his hand. Finally, he began to push inside her, so slowly he knew she’d feel every inch. “Ungh!” she breathed as the swollen head met the resistance of her tight entrance. He felt huge! Just the head seemed like he was filling her with a fist! She cried out as the massive knob finally forced its way into her, “Ohhh, nossa! It’s so big… Aaahhh!”
Jack slowly pulled out and then slid back inside, feeling her pussy clamp tightly around his meat when he did so. Sarah was starting to pant, especially when Jack’s big, rough hands moved to fondle her aroused tits from behind. As his hips began a steady rhythm of thrusts into her dripping pussy, she felt her core rising toward a massive orgasm. Sarah felt Jack’s cock drive deeper and deeper inside her and she cried out again, squirming, wiggling her hips, and trying to take him all at once. Her movements sent tongues of fire shooting from her loins and through her belly while her cum eased his entrance into her body
Jack thrust his hips forward and drove his whole cock inside her until his crotch was buried against her ass cheeks. He moaned at the tight heat surrounding him. “Fuck,” he breathed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and began to pound her harder. Sarah bit her lip, trying not to scream out each time he crashed into her. As her orgasm hit its peak Sarah cried out, “Ohhh, aaahhh!” She spasmed, and clutched at the strong arm surrounding her chest, while Jack continued to hammer away behind her. Jack grabbed her by the hair and tilted her face so he could slide his tongue into her mouth.
Sarah gasped around his tongue and winced at the feeling of his thick shaft pushing back past the folds of her throbbing cunt as he drove deeply into her womanhood, bottoming out deep within her with each thrust. “Ohhhh, nossa!” she cried out. Over and over, he slid all of his girth into her from behind. Then he began powerful, piston-like fuck motions, savoring the way his cousin’s body shook under his assault. He loved the sound of his hips slapping against the skin of her round ass as he pounded her good and hard.
Jack grasped her thighs and wiggled his hips against her, sliding his hands up and down her silky smooth back. Slipping his hands between her arms and chest, his fingers cupped her firm tits as he began humping her even harder. Sarah could feel his giant cock go deeper and deeper into her cunt. Then he pulled part way out only to sharply drive back into her tight sheath. As he continued to fuck her pussy faster and faster, Sarah cried out, “Oh! Oh! Please d… don’t stop! Uhhh! Uhhh! Please… Please… Ohhh! It feels… Yesss Yesss!”
By now, Sarah’s cousin was moaning along with her as he enjoyed the feeling of his cock embedded inside her tight, wet pussy. The sensations his maleness was causing deep inside her made her moan in time with his rough thrusts. Her whole body tingled and began to spasm violently as she orgasmed repeatedly. Each time he bottomed out deep inside her womb, her climax seemed to grow in intensity. Jack moaned and Sarah’s breathing had become short and erratic. Her thighs spread wider, seemingly of their own volition, as he crashed into her again and again, each time feeling as though he was plunging deeper into her waiting center.
Abruptly, Jack pulled out of her throbbing pussy. Sarah moaned as she felt his shaft leave her body.
“Uhhh, d… don’t stop!”
Jack turned her around to face him, and Sarah got her first view of the massive rod that had just been inside her tight cunt. It wasn’t as long as some of the cocks she had been fucked with since loosing her virginity … maybe 7 or 8 inches… but its girth made up for it. The shaft was bigger around than her wrist, and its swollen head really was nearly the size of her fist.
He lifted her into a sitting position on kitchen counter. With a grin he began to kiss the young nurse’s neck, working his way down to her hardened nipples.
“Ohhh…! Jack, what are you doing? We shouldn’t… Ahhh!” Sarah gasped as his lips fastened onto one aroused tip.
The young nurse moaned as her cousin sucked hard on each nipple. Slowly, he moved down her body until finally he came to the swollen cleft between her legs. He brought his mouth eagerly down upon her shaved slit, and Sarah moaned in ecstasy as she felt the pleasure his ministrations caused course through her body. She bucked and moaned loudly as he began eating her out. His tongue pressed as far as it could inside her body.
Sarah grasped his head as he fucked her with his tongue. Her own head thrashed from side to side and she gasped and moaned as he devoured her juicy cunt for what seemed like an eternity.
As Jack continued to dine on Sarah’s snatch, she began to totally lose control of her own body. Her burning pussy bucked towards his questing mouth, her thighs spasmed in time with the thrusts of his tongue. Her cousin slid a finger deep into her soaked slit. He roughly finger fucked the tormented young nurse, all the while lapping at her swollen clit.
“Ohhh nossa! Again! Ohhh… I’m cumming! Oh, please… make me cum! Ahhh!”
Sarah’s body convulsed, as she was lost in another orgasm. Her legs spread wider and she arched on top of the counter in an intense climax. Jack continued to lick her juices, enjoying the feeling of having over-powered her inhibitions.
At last, he stood in front of Sarah and spread her legs farther apart, and she felt his large cock rub against her labia. He moved up between her legs, positioned his giant tool toward her inviting pussy and drove it all the way in. Sarah let out a long whimper, “Aaahhh! Pleeease fuck meee!”
With his right hand, he reached between them and found her clit, sliding his finger over the organ in a way that he knew would keep her pussy wet for him. Sarah moaned and bucked upwards as he slid in and out of her sheath. “Oh nossa,” she moaned. “It’s sooo big!”
She could feel his chest hair rub against her breasts and nipples as his hands slipped between her arms and torso to grip her shoulders. He thrust his thick manhood all the way inside her tight hole, penetrating Sarah’s womanhood with the full eight inches of his rock hard cock. He began to move in a rocking motion, and then drove in and out of her throbbing snatch like a jackhammer.
“Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh… Ooohhh!” Sarah moaned as his cock drove her closer to her climax.
He lowered his head to one erect nipple and sucked hard, nursing its aroused tip and causing shocks of erotic pleasure to race from the sensitive mound all the way to her throbbing core.
She felt his voice rumble against her skin as he ordered, “That’s it, baby. Say it! Say you want me make you cum with my big cock! Cum for me!”
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