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I Want You

By: katiekums



“I want you to come over.”

I want you to walk straight into my bedroom, where I’ll be waiting for you, close the door behind you, and not say a word. 
I want you to kiss me. On my mouth, my neck, my earlobes. I want to feel your tongue dancing all over my skin.
I want you to reach straight under my shirt and touch my breasts.
I want to feel your cool hands all over my chest before you pinch my nipples which you’ve made so hard.
I want you to roll my erect nipples between your fingers, and then give one last pinch, just a little too hard.
I want you to grab my hair and force a strong and urgent kiss on my mouth, as you pull my body closer to yours and press your now very hard cock up against me.
I want you to grab my ass and grind your cock against me.
I want you to take my hand and place it on top of the obvious bulge in your pants.
I want to see the look on your face that shows me how turned on you are.
I want you to unbutton your pants and let them fall to your ankles.
I want you to lean back on the bed as you take hold of my head in your hands and guide my mouth to your hard, waiting dick.
I want you to tell me how good it feels as I lathe my tongue over the purple head of your cock.
I want you to let out a deep groan of relief as I take you  into my mouth, gently sucking as I do.
I want you to grab hold of my hair and push your cock deeper into my mouth.
I want you to tell me that I’m unreal as you  thrust your cock in and out of my mouth.
I want you to tell me that I’m such a slut for you cock, and that I suck it the best.
I want you to tell me that you I always make you come so fast and that you don’t want to come yet.
I want you to pull me up onto the bed and quickly remove all of my clothes.
I want you to feel how wet you make me as you slip one finger deep inside of me.
I want you to hear the soft moans that I can’t keep inside as you rub my clit with your palm while inserting another finger inside of me.
I want you to tell me how wet my pussy is, and what a horny little slut I am for you.
I want you to finger fuck me faster now, make me moan and shudder.
I want you tell me how much you want to fuck me.
I want you to tell me that you’re going to fuck me hard because I’m a very dirty girl and I need to be fucked.
I want you to put on a condom without being asked, spread my legs open wider and place your cock just near my pussy.
I want you to tease me with your dick, rubbing my clit with the head.
I want to you to feel how wet I am as your cock glides over my lips, but does not enter me.
I want to thrust my hips toward you, trying to force you inside of me, but have you move away too quickly.
I want you to make me beg for it.
I want to tell you to fuck me until I’m almost delirious with desire.
I want you to finally plunge your cock, with one motion, so deep inside of me that I’m left speechless for a moment.
I want you to give it to me, your cock, all of it.
I want you to fuck me so hard.
I want you to push my arms back and grab my hands, and hold them down over my head.
I want to hear you breathing hard and grunting as you pump your cock in and out of my tight pussy.
I want you to pull my legs up and place my ankles on your shoulders and give it to me fast and hard.
I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before, or at least like you fucked me last week.
I want you to stop when you get close to coming, we’re not done yet.
I want you to roll over and tell me to get on top of you.
I want to straddle you and slide your cock, covered in my own wetness, inside my cunt.
I want to look down at your face as you stare, mesmerized, at my breasts.
I want you to reach for my breasts and kneed them as I start riding your cock rhythmically.
I want you to tell me to come.
I want you to tell me to fuck your cock, to use you, to come all over you.
I want you to call me a dirty little slut as I start to rub my clit with my fingers while I ride your hard cock.
I want you to grab my thighs as I lean backwards on top of you, angling your cock to stimulate a special place inside of me.
I want you to watch intently as I rub my clitoris faster and harder, getting closer to orgasm.
I want to tell you that I’m going to come.
I want you to yell for me to come, to fuck you harder, to fucking come you slut.
I want to soak you with my juices as I ride your cock to my own fulfillment, coming hard on top of you.
I want you to give me a moment to recover from my orgasm, sweaty and crumpled, lying on top of you.
I want you to turn me over and pull at my hips until I am on my knees with my ass in the air.
I want you to fuck me from behind, and I want you to do it now.
I want you to fuck me mercilessly as you smack my ass and ask me if I want you to come.
I want to tell you to come, to fuck me until you come.
I want you to pull out when you are ready, rip off the condom you’re wearing, and shoot your hot cum all over my ass, before you shove me over and finish by cumming all over my tits.
I want you to collapse next to me on the bed, satiated and spent.
I want to rub your hot cum all over my tits.

“I’ll be right there.”





I Want You



I look at the clock. 4:00 p.m. You'll be home in about an hour. I rush to get the house picked up and get myself ready for you. I go and take a quick shower, making myself nice and clean, soft and smooth. I go into the bedroom and put on the thigh length, red silk robe you like so well. My nipples harden as the fabric glides across them gently and I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation of what the night will bring. 

I go back into the living room and sit on the couch awaiting your arrival. 5:07 and I finally hear you pull into the driveway. I jump up off the couch and rush to the door. My heart starts racing as I hear your keys finding the keyhole and unlocking the door. As the door opens and you enter, you stop in your tracks and stare at me in shock. I let you take in the sight of me for a few moments before wrapping my arms around you and greeting you with a long, passionate kiss. 

After our lips part, I lean in to you more and whisper, "Surprise." in your ear and began sucking on your earlobe. I then allow you to throw your keys and briefcase on the couch before taking your hand and leading you into our bedroom. There is a soft glow illuminating from the candles I lit on the nightstand and dresser. 

Pulling you by the hand, I lead you over to the bed and gently push you down making you sit. I then begin slowly undressing you. First your jacket. Then tie. As I begin to unbutton your shirt, your hands come up and begin to fondle my breasts through the silky fabric of my robe. You take each nipple between your fingers and squeeze them gently at first. The second time, you were a little rougher. You pinched and pulled on them making me gasp from the sensation. 

Your shirt is now off and I kneel down to remove your shoes. I look up at you as I take the first one off. I can see in your eyes what you would like me to do, but you'll have to wait for that. I remove your other shoe and then begin to unbuckle your belt. As I start to unbutton and unzip your pants, I feel your erection bulging against the fabric of your pants. After I have your pants undone, I slide my hand down between you and your boxers, grasp your hard on and begin to stroke it. I can feel your precum ooze out of the tip. You lay back and lift your legs so I can remove your pants and boxers exposing your hard cock.

Now that you are naked, I take off my robe and let you see my full beauty. I can see the desire in your eyes as your hands caress my freshly washed skin. You grip my waist and pull me closer to you, taking my breast into your warm mouth. I gasp and let out a soft moan as you take my nipple between your teeth and begin to nibble ever so gently on it. You do this to both breasts as your hand moves between my legs. I part them slightly giving you better access. 

Your finger finds my wetness and starts probing my love box. You slowly insert two fingers as your thumb massages my tender clit. I moan louder and my breathing becomes rapid as I can feel my impending orgasm, but rather than let me cum, you suddenly stop, making me moan from frustration rather than pleasure. 

Now, you pull me down to you and kiss me. Feeling your tongue probe mine is almost enough to send me over the edge. You sense this and stop kissing me. My loins ache wanting to have its release.

You grasp my shoulders and gently push me down to my knees. Knowing what you want, I grasp your hard dick in my hands and begin stroking it as I plant soft kisses on it and swirl my tongue around the engorged head. 

I then remove one hand from your cock and start to massage your balls. I can hear your breathe faster and harder as I take more of you into my mouth. Your hands grasp my hair and your hips thrust as you start to fuck my mouth. I am now taking all you in my mouth and I can feel your head slide down my throat. You begin to grunt and moan as your climax nears, but I want to torture you the way did me and stop sucking your dick. 

You lay there in agony and frustration as I climb on the bed next to you. I then run my nails along your muscular chest sending chills throughout your body. Then, leaning closer to you, I whisper, "Take me." You look at me with your beautiful, loving eyes and start to kiss me as you roll me on to my back and get on top of me. You part my legs with your knees and slowly slide your love pole inside my snatch. I let out a long, soft moan and wrap my legs around your waist.

You start thrusting very slow as to drive me crazy, but then gradually speed up. I begin bucking my hips in rhythm with you and silently pray this night to never end. Your head down by my ear, I hear you moan softly as you re-enter me over and over again. 

Our bodies are enveloped with pleasure as our orgasms hit and we reach ecstasy together, but we are not done yet. 

You get off of me and make me roll over on my hands and knees. I can feel you penetrate me from behind and begin rocking my body against yours. You then grab my waist and start thrusting deeper and harder and I can hear our thighs make a slapping sound as your body is racked with your second orgasm. Sweat is now dripping off our bodies from all the pleasure we are feeling.

We collapse onto the bed, exhausted, but wanting me to be fully pleased, you crawl between my legs and begin kissing my inner thighs. My pussy is throbbing now, knowing what you plan to do to it. You slide your talented tongue between the folds and find my awaiting clit. You then flick it a few times before sucking it in your mouth. 

I didn't think it could get any better, but then you slid your tongue inside my hole and I lost all control. I explode my sweet nectar into your mouth and my body convulses with my last thunderous orgasm.

Knowing how you have pleased me, you crawl back up and wrap me in your arms. "Did you like your surprise?" I ask. You answer me by lifting my chin so I am looking at you and giving me the most passionate kiss you've ever given me. It seems it lasts forever before we finally part. "Does that answer your question?" you ask. 

After a long night of passion and pleasure, we just lay in bed, holding each other, drenched in sweat and love juices. I can't wait to surprise you again. What about you?



I Want You



I want you. Shhh don't talk. Don't waste a minute thinking, speaking, asking questions. Just for now all I want is to do whatever it is I want, whatever it is I feel. And what I want is for you to take me, make love to me, fuck me hard. Close your eyes and forget everything, everyone else in the world. And let me to be the only sound you hear, the only thought on your mind, the only figure in your sight. 

I want my skin to be the only flesh you'll touch. My lips, my sweat, my cum…the only sweetness that will pass your lips. Every finger light brush you'll feel on your body will be mine. Every scratch of my nails down your back will be your doing. Every bite mark I've sunken into your shoulder will be to muffle a scream you've elicited from me. 

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I Want You Ch. 02



It was only 7 o'clock on Friday night Jasmine was already exhausted from working behind the front counter at the restaurant all night. 

She entered the kitchen with two orders in her hand. As she made her way across the kitchen towards the cooks she saw him and momentarily froze. Rowan had hated her since the moment she started working at the restaurant a year ago. She thought he was hot but she couldn't stand him because he was so up himself that none of his co-workers liked him at all on the other hand they all liked Jasmine. Oh shit. Why me? Jasmine thought irritably, biting her lower lip hard nearly drawing blood.

She nervously approached him and clipped up the orders, as he was occupied with making salads already. "Two garden salads, one with no dressing." Inwardly she prayed anxiously that he wouldn't say anything to her- not one night went by without at least a dozen sexual comments from Rowan. She had thought about complaining several times but didn't have any proof and anyway she could handle whatever he threw at her. She turned and started to make her way back across the kitchen and to the front counter.

"Nice ass!" Rowan called out at her retreating back. She turned around and glared at him.

"You're an arsehole" she spat at him before she stormed out of the kitchen. 

Jasmine spent the majority of the night alternating between serving customers at the front counter and desperately avoiding Rowan when she could.

Later that night, Rowan was mopping the floor in the kitchen, when Jasmine suddenly slipped and fell as she entered the kitchen. Seeing this Rowan quickly walked over to her, bent down and whispered in her ear "You know...if I wanted you on your knees I would've just asked." 

She hurriedly got to her feet, blushing deeply and faced him with a look of pure loathing on her face "Oh my God. You are unbelievable." Ignoring the waves of hatred emanating from Jasmine he called out to her "You know you want me..." he smirked. Jasmine fought the urge to slap Rowan's smirking face, instead she turned her back on him and angrily stalked out of the room without a backwards glance. 

She fumed inwardly at Rowan's comments and his smirking. What the FUCK is wrong with him??? 

Stupid smirking prick. I would never do anything with him. 

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It was Saturday night. Unfortunately, for Jasmine, Rowan was always working when she was. However, she was determined to tell the boss what Rowan was up to but she needed proof- a witness. 

Her plan for the night was to stay within seeing and hearing distance of other workers whenever she thought Rowan might do or say something to her and because Jasmine was well liked by her co-workers it wouldn't be too hard for her to ask any of them to come with her and act as a witness when she complained about Rowan's behaviour towards her. She was hoping he would get fired, but she knew that Rowan would just be made to work on another night when she wasn't working because that's what happened the last time Rowan harassed a girl who worked there. The boss was a really nice guy who liked to help out troubled teens. Unknown to Jasmine and everyone else, the only reason the boss went easy on Rowan was because he knew Rowan was acting out because he had it tough at home - he needed to help pay the bills as his dad wasn't on the scene and his mum was really sick- so he needed the job at the restaurant.

It didn't take Rowan long to start his harassment of Jasmine. As soon as Jasmine entered from the back door of the restaurant Rowan slowly looked her up and down, smirking "Finally, the entertainment's here."

"You're a pig!" she shot at him angrily, storming past him. 

Later that night, Jasmine was in the coolroom getting herself a glass of water from the water cooler when Rowan joined her in the coolroom. He approached Jasmine quietly, but Jasmine heard his footsteps and turned to leave when she suddenly came face to face with Rowan.

"Miss me?" Rowan cocked his head to one side and smirked.

"Surprisingly, no." Jasmine responded dryly. She instantly felt very nervous and began to inch towards 

the door.

"Where do you think you 're going?" he roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

"What does it look like? I'm leaving" she replied as she frantically tried to free her wrist. 

"I don't think so" Rowan replied, firmly pushing her up against the hard wall of the coolroom.

"What are you doing?" Jasmine asked glaring at him angrily, her heart suddenly going into overdrive 

as her cheeks flushed pink.

"Whatever I want." Rowan quickly cupped her face and brought his mouth down on hers. 

From the second his mouth smothered hers, she melted against him. Her pulse quickened, her knees buckled and every inch of her body cried out for his touch and the potential pleasure he could give her. Oh my god she thought frantically what am I doing? Her arms wound around his neck and his arms trapped her between his hard muscular body and the wall as the kiss deepened and intensified. 

He could feel her nipples hardening against him through her shirt and just couldn't help himself. He cupped her 

breasts through her shirt, his touch searing through the thin white cotton. His thumbs stroked the delicate centres and they immediately hardened in response. She felt herself getting wet as his throbbing hardness pressed against her thigh. He then quickly unbuttoned her shirt, then his lips were against her neck scorching the tender flesh making her temporarily light-headed. She felt him unbuttoning her shirt and then his hands were at her back undoing her bra. Her strapless bra fell to the floor, as his hot mouth enveloped her nipples alternatively and he suckled them until they swelled and throbbed under the touch of his skilful tongue. 

He suddenly pulled away and violently crushed his mouth against hers, bruising her soft lips as he thrust his tongue into her mouth with unrestrained desire, as their bodies entwined- his arms trapping her against him as she clung to him with her arms wrapped around his neck . 

After a few minutes Rowan tore his lips away from hers breathing raggedly. 

Jasmine just looked at him blankly as she quickly untangled herself from his embrace. She wrapped her arms around herself. "What's wrong?" he asked her. "It's cold in here" she said, then quickly gathered her clothes and got dressed. 

"Where are you ...?" Rowan asked.

"I'm leaving." Jasmine replied as she did up the last button on her shirt, then she walked over to the door and exited the coolroom.



I Want You Ch. 02



It has been a week and a half since Michael and I told, or shall I say shown, each other our true feelings towards one another. I didn't intend for things to turn out the way they did. One moment I'm asking him if I had done something wrong and then the next we're tearing at each other's clothing. I'm not complaining though. It just seems so surreal. As if it was just a dream. 

Things at school have been different since then. For one, we don't talk anymore in class. He's so scared that we're going to get caught that he says even talking is a risk. I personally think he's paranoid, but I understand where he's coming from. Thankfully, this isn't going to go on forever. Just a month and a half of school left and then we're free to do whatever we want to do. He does send private winks and smiles my way when no one is looking though, which reassures me that he's still interested.

It's kind of nice knowing that there's a secret and only the two of us are in on it. Am I crazy to be turned on by this? When I notice his eyes trailing up and down my legs mid lecture, a shiver flows through my body. Man, I want him so bad. I need to have him again and soon. The anticipation for our next encounter is driving me crazy. I can only live off the memories of the touch of his body, his hands, his cock for so long. My skin still tingles at the slightest thought of his touch. God, he was everything I thought he would be and more. It hasn't happened again though, much to my disappointment. We have sexted though, which is nice. He has such a way with words. They create fantastic visuals in my head that get me so hot. But it's not enough to keep me at bay. Getting off on words may be nice for a while but I need his touch. I ache for it.

I've asked him when we'll be alone again every day, via text, since Monday. It's Friday and we still have yet to spend some time together. We also have yet to talk about what this is either. But I can save that conversation for another time. Because right now, all I want is him. I want us to get lost in each other again. For our lips to quickly find their way to each other like magnets. I want to feel his long fingers manipulate me in such a way that drives me insane. I want his warm soft tongue to caress my clit until I cum. Feel his long hard cock drive into my pussy. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about it as I space out in Algebra 2. Next period, I know I'm going to be at war with my body. Because next period is his class.

How am I going to get him to agree to see me, alone? I pondered this question as I exchanged my algebra book for my history book at my locker. Then it was as if lightning struck me, an idea popped into my head. I smirked as I shut my locker and headed towards the girls restroom. Once I was in there, I took a look around me. Empty. I quickly shimmied out of my black boy shorts and shoved them into my book bag. 

I let him begin his lecture without a hitch. He stood up in the front of the room with his laser pointer and projector remote. The classroom was dimmed but everything was still clearly visible. And I knew he was going to easily see what I was about to show. He continued through the slides, pointing at important facts with his laser pointer. He gave everybody a minute to finish their notes each time he finished a slide. His eyes came towards my end of the class. To everyone, it looked as if he was making sure we were writing our notes. But I know the truth, that look was meant for me. His eyes trailed down to my legs. I smirked and spread them open. I nonchalantly hiked up my skirt. My eyes dropped down to my notes and I jotted a few of the factoids down. When I looked up, that's when I noticed his eyes right where I wanted them to be. His eyes zeroed in on my shaven pussy. I held back the urge to laugh as I noticed his eyes start to glaze over. By now, everybody was done writing their notes from the slide. Another student on the other side of the class coughed and that seemed to knock him out of his trance. 

Mr. Watson cleared his throat. "Um, onto the next slide," he said as he pressed a button on the remote. 

As he read through the bullet points, I could tell that his concentration wasn't all there. He kept stuttering which never happened. Throughout the 2 years of having him as a history teacher, I don't recall him ever stuttering or trying to find the right words when he lectured. After 2 slides, he just stopped reading through them altogether but continued to sneak glances at my exposed flesh. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. 

Once he finished clicking through the power point presentation, he turned on the lights and told the class to answer the questions at the end of the chapter. I sighed as I closed my legs and opened up my history book to the right chapter. My game was over just when I started to have some fun with it.

Seconds later my phone began to vibrate in my jacket pocket. Who could that be? I thought as I quickly fished it out. I held my phone under the desk as I opened up my text inbox. I immediately smiled as I saw who it was from, Michael. 

"You're so fucking hot." The message read. I smiled as I ran a hand through my hair and looked around the room. Sneaking a glance at him. We locked eyes and he smiled. I quickly looked away and looked back at my phone. 

"Lol well that came out of nowhere."

"Out of nowhere? Don't play coy. You know exactly what you did."

"I don't know what you mean." I texted back as I tried to hold back a snicker.

"You know, not wearing any panties. Showing me your bare pussy."

"Oh.. that.. Why were you looking?" 

"I didn't know that I was going to see you panty less. You have a nice pussy though. You got me alittle turned on right now."

"Oh, I do? That why you gave such a quick lecture?"

"Yes! I couldn't think straight with what was going through my head."

"Oooh like what?," I smirked as I pressed send.

"Do you want to make my hard on worse?"

"Haha no. Wouldn't want that ;p."

"What are you doing afterschool?"

"Oh you know... stuff."

"Well cancel it. You have plans.. with me."

"With you? Are you sure?"

"Hell yeah! Be in the parking lot after school and follow me with your car."

"Alright. See you after school then."

":)"

I nonchalantly flipped my hair and glanced back at him. He was sitting there with his Iphone 4 in his hands smiling. It was nice knowing that I had this sort of effect on him. And no one even had a clue about it. It felt dangerous yet the adrenaline was too good to want to stop this. I smiled to myself as I slipped my phone back into my pocket and got started on the chapter questions that he assigned to the class. I didn't bother to finish it though. I already knew that it was a bullshit assignment that he told everyone to do so that he could get out of standing in front of the class like that. I chuckled to myself at the thought of this as I answered a few of the questions. After the bell rang, I walked out of class and back to the girl's restroom so that I could slip my panties back on. 

I couldn't keep my mind from wandering in 7th period. I was anxious for what would ensue after school. Hell, even my body was excited for the plans I had once the last bell rang. I tapped my foot furiously on the floor as I listened to my teacher drone on about something that may have had some importance but couldn't keep my mind from straying to thoughts of Michael. It felt like the longest 40 minutes of my life. 

Finally, the last bell rang. I gathered my things and headed out towards my locker. Fortunately, I wasn't assigned any homework for the weekend. I really didn't feel like lugging any books out to my car. I passed by Mr. Watson's classroom on my way out of the West Wing building. I couldn't help but take a quick look inside. I frowned when I didn't see him. I shrugged to myself as I walked out into the quad. Not seeing him in there didn't matter too much to me. I knew that soon enough I would. 

When I reached the parking lot, I noticed a few of my friends hanging out by their cars. I smiled to them as I threw my book bag into the backseat of my car then leaned against the hood. I knew that it was safe to be out here and not hide in my car just yet. People were around and Michael wouldn't be heading out to his car anytime soon. 

One by one my friends waved goodbye and left the parking lot. Soon enough, I was the only person left in the parking lot. I glanced at my watch, it had been 20 minutes since school ended. I sighed as I got in my car. 15 minutes pass and still no Michael. Maybe he changed his mind. I don't blame him. Maybe he thought that I was too much of a ri... I thought before I finally saw him step out into the parking lot. I sighed of relief as I watched him look around and spot my car. He quickly put his stuff in the passenger seat of his car and got in. I waited a moment to start my car after him. Then I proceeded out of the parking lot and onto the streets behind him. I followed him onto the freeway and then to the exit 10 minutes later. He led me down a few streets and then to a gated white condominium complex. We both parked, away from each other of course. 

I stuck a piece of Winter Fresh gum in my mouth before getting out of the car and walking over to him. He greeted me with a warm smile and led me down the pathway to his condo. 

"Home sweet home," he smiled as he unlocked the door and turned on the light. 

I poked my head in first and took a look around before stepping inside. Simple furniture. Big LCD television mounted to the wall with an Xbox 360 hooked up to it. Typical things for a bachelor pad. 

"Nice digs. And it's clean," I smiled looking back at Michael as he shut the door behind us. 

"Thanks," he smiled in reply. "Want anything to drink?"

"No thanks," I shook my head as I walked further into his living room. I leaned my buttocks against the arm of the couch as I watched him grab a Gatorade from the refrigerator. He smiled at me before taking a long drink of the Gatorade. 

"I'm not keeping you from anything important, right?" he asked as he screwed the top back on the bottle.

"You're not. I'm as free of the bird."

"No homework?"

"Nope," I smiled with a nod.

"Good," he smirked as he placed the bottle on the counter then walked towards me. 

His hands found their place on my hips as he pressed his body against mine. I looked up at him expectantly. Finally, he lowered his head towards me and pressed his lips against mine. This kiss wasn't innocent, unlike how our first kiss was. This kiss was full of passion and want. I wanted to devour his perfectly shaped lips; lips that I ached to kiss every day. He pulled me close to him as our kiss continued to intensify. Our tongues swirled against each other's, our lips moving to a rhythm. 

"Are you still wearing no panties?" he asked between kisses. "No, don't answer that. I'll find out for myself." I gasped when I felt his hand under my skirt, cupping my covered pussy. He sighed in disappointment, "I was hoping that you weren't wearing any. Oh well. I can take care of that, I guess," he smiled devilishly. 

I didn't even know what to say to this. I don't know why it surprised me so much, but what I did know was that it turned me on. A lot. 

"Mmm these are some sexy panties you got on though," he mumbled into the nape of my neck as his fingertips traced along the lace. His fingertips dipped underneath the fabric and traced along my ass. 

"So are you going to give me a tour of your apartment?" I asked as I fiddled with the collar of his button up shirt. 

"How rude of me. Of course I'll give you a tour," he nodded before grabbing my ass with a smile.

"As you can see, this is the living room and kitchen area," his eyes panned the room before parting from me. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. "This is the bathroom," he said pointing to the door on the left. "And this, this is my bedroom," he smiled as he opened the door and flicked on the lights.

Just like the living room, it didn't have much furniture. Music posters lined the walls, a book case filled with history books stood in one corner, and a small shelf overflowing with c.ds stood next to it. There also was a mirrored closet which faced the left side of the bed. Then my eyes closed in on the focal point of the room, the bed. A bed, in which, that looked very soft and inviting. 

"And this concludes our tour," he said as he led me inside the bedroom.

"Nice posters," I nodded still looking around the bedroom. "Bob Marley?" I asked as I looked at one and then glanced over at him.

"Yeah."

"I didn't know you were a reggae fan."

"Yeah, it's good music," he nodded. "Enough about the room though," he smirked as he pulled me toward him. "Let's get back to us."

"I like the sound of that," I smiled before edging my lips towards his. 

In just moments, our lips were in a fury. Our hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Tugging at each other's clothing. We quickly unbuttoned each other's shirts and threw them onto the floor; our lips never parting as we did this. His hands were on my ass pulling me into him. He then started to kiss along my neck and shoulders. I shivered as his tongue traced from my shoulder to my clavicle. Then he began to place sucking kisses on my neck.

"Mmm I need to have you," he whispered huskily before lightly biting my neck.

I gasped and moaned as he continued to nibble at the nape of my neck. As he kissed my neck, I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then I began to undo his gray slacks. After he had stepped out of them, his lips kissed me once again and we headed toward the bed. We continued to kiss as he slowly laid me down on the bed. He spread my legs and lain in between them. I could feel his hard cock through his boxers. He started to kiss my neck again. As he did this, he began to hump himself against me. Rubbing his cock against my pussy. God, I felt myself get wetter as we humped against each other. 

A moment later, he then got on his back and pulled off his boxers. I got onto my knees and brought my head down towards his cock. I held it with one hand and lowered my mouth onto it. He gasped as I took him in my mouth. My hand rubbed his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. Each time I bobbed my head, I would take more of him in my mouth. 

"Turn around. I want to lick that pussy," he growled.

I got in the 69 position and lowered my hips towards his face. I could already feel his warm breath on my pussy. 

"Mm you smell so good," he said before pressing his tongue against my clit.

I continued to suck his cock to the best of my ability. But I would lose my concentration in the midst of the pleasure he was giving me. He lashed his tongue at my clit quickly. His fingers separated my lips which gave him more access to my button. I placed my forearms on his thighs to hold me up as I sucked his cock ravenously.

"Mmm," I moaned making my mouth vibrate on his cock. I could feel his body slightly tremble under me. 

He continued his work on my pussy. Licking from top to bottom. Then he stiffened his tongue and began to probe my hole with it. His fingers felt around for my clit and rubbed it furiously as he tongue fucked me. I was in heaven. 

As he ate my pussy, I was sucking him off at a steady pace. His cock in my fist and my lips wrapped around the tip of his gorgeous cock. My tongue swirled circles as I worked my mouth up and down on him. I lifted up slightly and started to flick my tongue at the area just under the head. A grin grew on my face as I noticed his leg shake.

I continued gently flicking it until finally he said, "I can't take it anymore. I need to fuck you. And I need to do it now."

I giggled a little bit before I turned myself around and hovered my beckoning crevice over his engorged member. I took hold of him and rubbed it lightly against my slit, lubricating it with my juices. Then, I slowly began to lower myself on him. I thrust myself up and down on him a few times before I was able to get his full length inside. Once he was completely enveloped by my pussy, I moved my hips around in a circle. He brought his hands to my hips and held them tight as I began to bounce on his lap. His eyes glued to his cock fucking my hole. Watching as my hips lifted up exposing his flesh and then drop down making him disappear within my depths. I threw my head back in pleasure as my movements picked up the pace. I would quickly bounce up and slam down. My ass slapped against his thighs each time I fully engulfed him in my pussy. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his teeth gritted in pleasure. I leaned forward placing my hands on each side of his shoulders. My breasts bounced enticingly close to his face. He brought his head up and latched his hot mouth onto one of my nipples. I moaned in pleasure as he did this while I continued to leisurely grind my hips against him. Then his grip on my hips tightened. I held my hips up as he began to thrust himself within me. Fast and hard. Each thrust he made would elicit more moans from me. This was an amazing feeling to be fucked like this. His fat cock massaged my g-spot as my clit rubbed against the base of his cock. 

"Yeahhh. Fuck this pussy," I moaned softly into his ear. 

With each thrust he made I could feel myself get closer to my orgasm. He pulled me down on him as he thrust. Driving his cock deep within me. His thrusts were quickening and I could feel myself about to be there.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," I whispered.

Then, in one swift movement, he rolled us over so that I was on my back. His cock was still impaling my pussy as he did this. I liked the closeness that I was between us. It was different from our rushed fuck in the classroom a few weeks ago. Our chest pressed against each other's as his rod started to slowly fuck me, prolonging me from my orgasm. He then took hold of my hands and held them above my head. We held hands as he slowly slid his dick out, to where the tip of his cock was barely penetrating me and then he quickly thrust it back in deep. He looked me in the eyes as he slow fucked me and then crashed his lips down against mine. I moaned lightly against his lips as we slowly ground our hips together. He continued on teasing my pussy by slowly pulling himself out and lingering the tip on the entrance of my aching pussy. This was just too much. I wanted him to delve into me faster and with abandon. I made a pouting noise against his mouth as we continued to kiss. 

He pulled away from our kiss and asked, "What is it that you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"I am fucking you," he said as he thrust himself deep when he said fucking.

"I want you to fuck me faster," I replied.

"Yeah? Like this?" he asked as he pulled out and thrust himself back in quickly and hard. He continued to thrust himself into me back and forth. Feeding my need to be thoroughly fucked. 

"Yes, yes. Fuck yes," I moaned as I placed my legs on his torso. Which pushed in sync with his thrusts.

The closeness of the fuck had our chest suctioning against each other's. He let go of my hands and they instantly found their place on his back. Clawing at his back in pure ecstasy. I kissed his neck and shoulders. I could feel the warmth start to spread through me. I closed my eyes tight as he continued to fuck me faster and harder just as I ordered. My legs didn't allow him to slow down. They continued to help push him into me. I ground my hips in sync with his. Providing more pressure for the base of his cock to rub my clit in just the right way. Within moments, shivers ran through my body as my orgasm began to take over. My body shook as wave after wave crashed upon me. This orgasm felt like a drug. I had no control of my thoughts and my body. The fact that my orgasm hit didn't stop him from fucking me senseless. He continued to drive into me as I rode this wave of pleasure. 




I Want You Ch. 02



When I regained consciousness and control of my thoughts I asked, "Baby, can you fuck me doggy style?"

And with that he flipped me over without hesitation. I positioned myself with my head on his soft white pillows and my ass out in the air. I had my legs spread wide but in a comfortable position which still gave me balance. He stood on his knees behind me and rubbed his cock on my slit. Then he continued on entering my pussy from behind. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me into his thrusting cock. I moaned in delight. It didn't take him long to start fucking me furiously. His thrusts were so powerful that I could hear the sounds of his hips slapping hard against my ass. 

"Fuck. You feel so good, baby," he moaned.

"Yeah? You like fucking this tight young pussy?" I asked. 

He just responded to my question by slapping my ass nice and hard. Which made me moan louder. One hand stayed placed on my hip and the other continuously smacked my ass. I felt down for my clit as he continued on fucking my doggy style. I moved my body in time with his thrust. Pushing myself back to meet his hips. When he caught on to what I was doing, he kept his body still. His hands spread my ass cheeks so that he could see his cock fuck my sweet opening. I used my arms as leverage and began to push myself back into his eager cock. At first I started off moving my body back slow but once I picked up the tempo I was moving so fast that I could hear the sound of our bodies fucking. I continued to flick my clit as I ground my ass against his hips. Then, he grabbed my hips once more and started fucking me wildly. One hand snaked up my back and pulled my hair.

"Oh god, yes. Just like that," I moaned as he fucked me from behind.

I moved my head to slightly face the left and there we were in the reflection of the mirror. It was such an erotic display the way we were. Him, fucking me from behind with his hand tangled in my hair. Then there was me with a hand reaching underneath and tickling my clit while I got the fucking of my life. Just the sight of seeing us fuck was enough to help send me over the edge.

"Fuck, babe. I'm going to cum," he then said.

"Me too, me too," I replied as I felt my muscles tighten.

A moment later, my second orgasm ripped through me. I felt his cock enlarge a bit knowing that he was just seconds away from erupting within me. He continued thrusting in and out at a quick speed bringing on his own orgasm. He kept thrusting riding us both on the crest of our orgasms. My muscles continued to tighten and spasm milking him of his cum.

"Woah," I sighed as we both fell back on the bed covered in sweat. 

"You said it. With you, I really have my work cut out for me," he smiled as he caught his breath wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"Heh, I know," I smiled back as I cuddled up close to him, resting my head on his chest. I drew pictures and letters on his chest for a while before we both fell into a slumber.

Yes, Mr. Watson sure did have his work cut out for him. Because the night was still young. 



I Want You Ch. 03



It was late on Friday night, Jasmine waved goodbye to everyone before she exited from the back door of the restaurant.

She had taken no more than a few steps in the direction of the bridge when she saw Rowan in the shadows leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette watching her interestedly. 

Being this close to him made her heart beat erratically as her mind wandered to their steamy encounter in the cool room several weeks ago - she urgently quickened her pace without a backwards glance. Unbeknownst to Jasmine, Rowan had tossed his cigarette to the ground and had silently walked up right behind her.

Suddenly, Rowan roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She immediately turned to face him.

"What is wrong with you?" she shot at him irritably as she desperately attempted to free her wrist from his grasp.

"We need to talk." He replied, ignoring her question, his hand suddenly tightening around her wrist.

"I don't think so." Jasmine replied coolly, turning her face away from him avoiding his eyes.

Rowan breathed out a sigh of frustration.

"We need to talk." He repeated urgently as he pulled her closer to him.

She turned to face him "About what?"

"Us. What's going on between us." He stated seriously, his dark hypnotic eyes boring into hers.

"There is nothing going on!" Jasmine spluttered, unnerved by his intense gaze. "There is no us." 

Before she knew what was happening Rowan's face was suddenly inches from hers. However, just seconds before their lips could meet he whispered, "Are you sure about that?" Smirking, he suddenly dropped her wrist and pulled away from her. 

Jasmine stood there in a total daze, her cheeks burning and her heart slamming against her ribcage as if trying to escape from her chest.

What a prick! she thought seething, turning away from him she started to continue towards the bridge, when she felt Rowan's hand clamp down on her shoulder. What the fuck is it now? She thought angrily.

She swivelled around, coming face-to-face with Rowan who swiftly cupped and tilted her face upwards with his strong, masculine hand. She looked up into his eyes and glared "Omg. What do you want?" In one swift movement he silenced her, smothering her mouth with his. 

She clung to him as the kiss deepened and became more passionate, his fingers tangling in her long dark hair as their bodies entwined.

His hands slid under her top he skilfully unhooked her bra and then quickly removed her top. He briefly cupped her breasts before gently squeezing them with his hot hands. Jasmine stifled moans as he tweaked her nipples and suckled them fervently. 

She removed his shirt and nuzzled his neck as she ran her hands all over his hot muscular body.

As soon as Jasmine felt his hand brushing the top of her leg and slipping into her panties she started to panic. Tensing her whole body, she readied herself to push him off and run away when suddenly his fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy and touched her clit. That first brush of his fingers made her gasp and clutch onto his broad, muscular shoulders and he leaned down to her, working in rhythmic circles with his experienced hand.

He looked into her eyes, "You know you want me" he smirked. 

Jasmine made no effort to reply, closing her eyes as her hips moved gently to the rhythm of his hand. 

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." His riveting words tantalized her, but frightened her at once. She was about to reply, but he silenced her with a searing kiss that made her light headed. He removed her panties with ease, then ran his fingers along the line of her pussy before returning to her clit. 

Despite herself, Jasmine felt a small smile on her tingling lips. His fingers began to work faster, slipping into her wet pussy as she groaned with pleasure "Oh God..." Arching her back against the wall with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, she clung to him as her first orgasm rocked her body. Sagging back against the wall, she opened her eyes to see Rowan had unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. 

He didn't look at all like a schoolboy in that moment. He really was a man. Her eyes dropped. She'd never seen one before. His long, hard cock stood high and proud above a bush of dark hair. His balls hung beneath it, large and swollen, and Jas could not help but drop to her knees and wrap her slender fingers around it.

She gazed up at him with dark eyes, lost in a sea of desire. Seeing this, Rowan gently pushed her to her knees and positioned his cock before her mouth. Gently, she opened her lips for it and, cupping his balls in one hand, ran her tongue up and down the shaft, sucking furiously and making a soft moaning in the back of her throat.

After a few minutes he knew he couldn't stand it any longer without shoving it all down her throat, he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him. 

When she felt his thumb rolling around inside her pussy, Jas thrust against it with unbridled passion. "Please, Rowan... she whispered urgently as she ground her hips against his invitingly.

Sensing her desire, her desperation to have him fuck her, he then withdrew his thumb and pulled his hand out from underneath her skirt. Rowan looked deep into her eyes "I've wanted to do this for so long." He then swiftly lifted her up, pushed her hard up against the wall, roughly gathered her skirt at her waist and placed his hands about her hips before forcing her down onto his hard, throbbing cock.

Jasmine cried out, burying her face in his neck as his enormous cock entered her, but after a few moments the pain subsided and she began bucking her hips against him, a twinge of pleasure racked her body as she clung to him, her legs coiled tightly around his middle- almost as if she was trying to trap him even more deeply inside her.

"I've always wanted you" she confessed huskily.

Upon realising her pain had lessened, Rowan groaned and thrust harder and deeper inside her. The tightness of her all around him made him so incredibly horny he felt his balls tightening and tingling in anticipation. He was so big Jasmine thought she might split in two, but the friction of his hard cock sliding in and out of her made her entire body quiver with unadulterated pleasure.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Oh God...don't stop."

Jasmine's moans grew increasingly louder as Rowan's thrusts grew more intense- with every passing minute Rowan's breathing grew laboured as his cock got harder and thicker as he continued pumping into her relentlessly until she was moaning and gasping with pleasure. "Please Rowan." she pleaded. "I want all of you."

Jasmine felt him swelling up inside her. Rowan couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, he let out a deep guttural groan and thrust into Jasmine once more. She climaxed with increasing volume as he came in a hot, sticky explosion filling her completely. Their bodies momentarily shuddered before collapsing against the wall, slick with sweat from their intense encounter.



I Want You Ch. 03



I had no clue what time it was when I woke up but I assumed that night had fallen since no light was shining in through the windows. The only source of light was the alarm clock perched on top of his bookshelf. The green glow of the time illuminated the entire bedroom. I looked around Michael's room as I allowed my eyes to adjust. Then my eyes fell on Michael laying there beside me sound asleep, the occasional cute snore slipping out. I turned on my side smiling as I watched him adoringly. I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath that he took. I took in his naked body. I was glad to finally be able to appreciate it since the past 2 times I've been in the nude with him I'd been so distracted with his touch. I found his 28 year old body immaculate. While a lot of men would rather drink beer and let a gut grow after graduating high school or college, he definitely kept himself in shape. Even in the dim light I could see the contours of his abs so perfectly defined. I noticed his bicep muscles. They looked so strong to me. They were arms that any girl would kill to be wrapped up in. I smiled to myself at the thought of them around me. It's a comforting and safe spot to be. My eyes trailed down his arms, to his chest, and abdomen. Clothes really don't do this man's body justice. I had no idea that he would look like this underneath his long sleeved button ups and khaki Dockers. It just seemed that everything about him was perfect. And what made this revelation all the more better was that this perfect man was mine, at least physically.

My mind became racked with many thoughts as I looked at him. How did I get here? How did this happen? The shock of the situation finally hit me as I was laying down next to my teacher in his bed. Quiet shy girls don't end up sleeping with their history teacher. Girls like us only dream about it but don't usually get the guy in the end. Girls like us usually end up unnoticed. I wasn't popular and talkative. Yes, I'm attractive. I admit that my slender 5' foot frame, high cheekbones, dimples, and 34C breasts get me attention from time to time. But I wasn't the only pretty girl that took Mr. Watson's history class who hiked up their skirt hoping to grab his attention. What sets me apart? I didn't sleep with Michael for the thrill or having him as a novelty. I always saw him as Michael the individual and not just my teacher. The more I got to know him the more my crush grew. I knew that his favorite color was blue and that the Los Angeles Lakers were his favorite basketball team. I knew that he'd been playing guitar since he was a child. I felt something when he placed his hand on my cheek that day in his classroom. I felt a spark that made my school girl crush turn into something more adult when his lips crashed against mine for the first time. It was undeniable. Michael and I have a great amount of sexual chemistry, but I think there might actually be some real chemistry there as well. I know more than I thought I would ever find out about him. After our first encounter, we'd opened up to each other during our nightly phone chats and epic text conversations. I'm still learning more. Glad to have been given the chance to talk and get to know each other in a new light face to face. But as I looked at him, all I wanted to do was explore his body once again.

I couldn't just look at his body anymore, I needed to touch him. My fingertips tingled to explore his body. To trace lines up and down his chest. I scooted closer to him and reached my left hand onto his chest. My fingers lightly raked through his patch of sexy chest hair. I know a lot of women aren't into it but I adore chest hair on an older man. I lightly traced my fingertips over the lines of his well-defined abdomen then up his chest along his shoulders to the bicep closest to me. He shifted a bit but didn't wake up. I brought myself even more close to him, pressing my breasts against his left arm. My fingers continued moving along the contours of his body until they were just below his belly button. I walked my fingers around his lower abdomen contemplating my next move. I looked at his cock, his amazing cock. Thick, veiny, and semi-hard even in his sleep. Wonder what he's dreaming about... I dragged my fingertips lower until I reached his pubic bone. I tempted myself to touch him, to take his cock in my hand and wake him up. I wanted him to touch me so badly. I moved my hand back and forth keeping contact with his skin as I debated going ahead with it. 

"Don't stop now, you little nymph," I heard him mumble. My eyes quickly shifted from his body to his face. He smiled at me before saying, "Keep going. I like where you were going with it."

I didn't need any further encouragement to wrap my small hand around his semi hard cock. I pumped his penis in my fist a few times feeling him grow and harden in my hand. I heard him sigh and craned my neck up to kiss him. The kiss started off sweet but in mere moments we were kissing each other hungrily. Our tongues danced against one another's. He darted his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it. My tongue massaging as I sucked. Our lips met once again after I released his tongue. Our lips kept at each other as I scooted my body back a bit to give his arm room to move. His left arm snaked underneath my waist so that he could grab my buttocks. His right arm reached over and caressed my cheek. We moaned into each other's mouths. As our kiss heated up, I sped up my hand. I moved my hand up and down his erection faster making him tremble and sigh. My hand movements weren't consistent enough to get him off and I wanted that. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to just get him ready for my little pussy. He moaned against my mouth due to my ministrations. I smiled and released his cock from my grip then began to lightly run my fingertips up and down his cock. My hand slipped further down to caress his tight ball sac a time or two. My fingertips would lightly flutter underneath them before briefly cupping and moving them in my hand. I rolled them between my fingers, feeling the weight of them. Then I took his member in my hand once more and started to move my hand up and down his shaft furiously. Tightening my grip when I got to the head and then loosening it on the way down. I moved my hand up and down slowly then sped up only to slow down again. 

"You're so fucking sexy," Michael said as he gave my right butt cheek a good squeeze.

His right hand moved from caressing my face to touching my breasts. His fingertips lightly circled the areola of my left breast. Then without warning he pinched my nipple, my whole body tensed up seizing my task of jacking him off. I whimpered as he continued to pinch. Then he released and started to lightly circle once again. His fingertips felt so light on my skin. 

"I think it's my turn now," he grinned devilishly before removing his arm from underneath me. He then ordered me to lie down on my stomach. He sat up on the bed and just looked at me for a moment. "You have such a sexy body," he said as he ran his index finger up my thigh. "And you're so soft too."

I positioned my head to the direction he was and watched him. His index finger continued its trek up my thigh. Once it was at the upper thigh, he moved his index inward gently caressing my inner thigh. My whole body tensed and slightly shook to his touch. He knew that it drove me insane. He continued moving it up and lightly grazed it against my pussy lips.

"Mm I love how you keep your pussy bare. It makes me want to lick your pussy all day," he said as bent down and licked from the crease where my thigh and buttock meet then upward. 

I gasped and closed my eyes. Images of Michael licking and sucking my clit took over my mind. Even just thinking about it was turning me on. Every single thing this man was saying and doing to me was making my pussy wet. I didn't want it to end. He bit my right buttock making me arch my back and moan to the sensation. Then he trailed kisses up my back and along my shoulders. He lightly bit my left shoulder before kissing down my back sending shivers through my whole body. He then licked the sides of my stomach with the tip of his tongue with the smallest amount of pressure. The sensuality of it drove me mad. He then flipped me over so that I was on my back. I smiled when we locked eyes. 

"So beautiful," he smiled before he leaned down and gently kissed my lips.

He kissed my jawline and my neck then licked up my throat. I moaned as he did this. His tongue traced along my collar bone and shoulder. He lightly bit my shoulder before he traced back to the nape of my neck with suckling kisses. He licked up my neck to the area slightly behind my ear and began to suck and lick there. 

"Oh my gosh," I panted closing my eyes as he continued to make my body tingle with his mouth.

He then started to kiss downward. I brought up my legs and bent my knees. He spread my legs then maneuvered himself so that he was between my legs and hovering over me. He kissed between my breasts. Then he poked out his tongue to lick the undersides of my breasts. I had no idea that such a thing would feel good. He placed a few sucking kisses on the sides of my breasts before tracing his tongue to my right nipple. He lightly flicked it a few times before taking it in his mouth and sucking it. He sucked and moved his tongue over my nipple repeatedly until he had it into a hardened pink peak. Then he trailed his tongue to my other breast to repeat the same manipulation on that nipple. Michael then started to kiss my stomach. First downward, then upward, and then side to side. He licked the sides and the middle all the while placing sucking kisses and nibbles everywhere. 

I felt his kisses go lower and lower. He then licked and kissed my pelvic bone, sucking at the sensitive hollow skin there. At that point, I was dripping. I wanted him to touch me in my most special spot. I ached for it. I spread my legs wide in anticipation. Michael traced his tongue downward to the area where my pussy and thigh met. He bit lightly before kissing my inner thigh. Michael kissed up my thigh to my knee. He left a sucking kiss on the area behind the knee before kissing back down to the apex between my legs. I continued to watch as he licked and kissed my thigh. His kisses turned inward towards my pussy. He paused for a moment and looked up at me. He smiled mischievously before giving my slit a quick lick. I moaned and slightly arched my back picking up my hips for a moment. He kept his eyes glued to mine as he gave me another quick lick. I whimpered and lightly bit my lip looking down at him, hoping he would keep his tongue there. Instead, he went to work on my other thigh. 

"You're almost as big a tease as me," I joked.

He smiled as he lightly bit my thigh. I moaned and shook each time he bit my inner thigh. He then held up my legs and kissed the back of my thighs, starting with the left. I knew he was teasing me but I loved every minute of it. My hands took hold of the sides of my knees to hold my legs in place. He placed sucking kisses at the spot where my buttocks curve. Then he lightly traced his tongue along my left butt cheek before lightly biting it. I gasped in response. He began to lick along my right thigh and buttock. Placing nibbles and kisses along my thigh. He would kiss across my thigh getting close to my pussy but then he would skip my pussy and start kissing the other thigh. My thighs got more sensitive the longer he touched them. Every time he bit me, my moans grew louder. I could tell he was enjoying making me squirm. And I'm sure he knew how wet I was too, with his face so close to my pussy like that. My pussy was engorged and my slit glistened with my juices. But he just kept at the licking, kissing, and biting of my thighs. He kissed up my thigh and then back down again. Kissing the sides and nibbling my inner thigh. 

Then, he quickly licked my pussy slit. I gasped in surprise. Strategically, he grazed my outer lips to drive me insane. I moaned and bucked my hips releasing hold of my legs. He put his hands on my thighs and slowly pushed them down. He kept his mouth on my pussy as he looped his arms under my thighs, his hands holding the top of my thighs keeping me spread. He didn't start off slow like how he's done before. He just dove right in. Licking my entire pussy. He pressed his tongue firmly against my entrance and then moved his head upward. He did that a few more times before quickly flicking my clit with his tongue repeatedly. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure as his tongue kept fluttering against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

"Oh god, Michael. Fuck. Lick that pussy. Lick it," I moaned as my hands made their way to the top of his head. My fingers entangled themselves in his hair. 

I pushed my hips upward in attempts to get closer to his face, as if it were possible. My hands pushed him down upon my pussy. I ground my hips against him as I felt myself near. His tongue felt so amazing. He darted his tongue in and out of my pussy. I moved my hips back and forth as if I were fucking his tongue like a penis. I heard him moan as he licked me. It turned me on knowing that eating my pussy was turning him on. He nibbled on my labia for a quick moment before getting to work on my clit. He sucked it in his mouth and massaged my clit with his tongue. I then felt him insert two fingers in my pussy. He pumped them within me fast as he continued to suck on my clit. His fingers curved upward to massage my G-spot. I wasn't used to it getting touched like that. Guys have tried before but I told them that it felt too weird. Michael was the only one that I allowed to keep massaging it. With how stimulated he had my clit, it felt amazing actually.

"That... that... that feels so good," I moaned.

I could feel my pussy getting warmer with each second that passed. We both knew that I was going to cum soon with the way my vagina was contracting around his fingers. Squeezing them when his tongue and fingers hit the right spot. He sped up his hand and flicked his tongue quick upon my clit until I felt the stirrings of my orgasm. 

"Please, don't stop. Keep going... faster... please," I begged. Egging him on to fuck me hard with his fingers.

My whole body tensed as my orgasm tore through me. It affected every inch of my body. During this orgasm, it was as if I could feel my blood rushing through my veins from my head to my toes. He kept pumping his fingers in me even as I screamed that I was cumming. He just kept moving them in and out while sucking on my clit hard. I humped myself against his hand and mouth as I came. My hand was still in his hair, I involuntarily tugged it as my back arched and my body shook. Then, my body began to settle down. He took his fingers out of my pussy slowly and let go of his hold on my clit. He licked my pussy from top to bottom ever to so lightly and my body trembled at the slightest touch. An aftershock of my orgasm rippled through me.

"Wow," I sighed out of breath. "You made me cum so hard, baby," I smiled. 

Michael gave my pussy a quick kiss before sliding up my body and kissing my lips. I tasted myself on him and kissed him hungrily. Licking and sucking my juices off of his lips and tongue. My tongue traced his lips and onto his chin to lick up every bit of me off him. He brought up the hand that he used to finger fuck me and placed it in between our lips. We kissed as we licked and sucked my juices off of his fingers. He stuck out his tongue and I sucked it like a cock. My head bobbed back and forth as I sucked and swirled my tongue around his. 

He pulled away quick enough to say, "It's so hot how you love to taste yourself."

Then, his lips were on mine again. We moved our lips to a slow rhythm, savoring the moment. Our kiss was slow and deep. Yet it took my breath away just as it would if it were him kissing me quick and passionately. My hands rubbed along his shoulders and back as we kissed. One of his arms was hooked under my right arm. His hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. His other hand tangled itself in my hair, holding my head close to his. He sucked on my bottom lip and I moaned. We continued to kiss as we humped our bodies together. 

"I need to feel you," I panted between kisses.

Michael and I kept moving our bodies to a slow humping rhythm, his hard penis rubbed against my clitoris. My secretion from the orgasm I had a few moments before left lubrication for him to rub against me without hurting me. 

"Please. Please, I need it," I moaned.

He didn't stop what he was doing though. I could feel myself building the more we moved against each other. His strokes were slow yet strong. It was so hot the way we were moving together. Then he slightly arched his back, moved his calves back, and pushed up his knees to be on either side of my buttocks to be in a semi sit position. He held himself up with his left hand and grabbed my left breast with his right. He gave it a hard squeeze before slowly moving his hand up my skin to my neck. We looked each other in the eyes as he placed a loose grip on my neck. 

"Beg for it," he said to me with his eyes smoldering.

"Fuck me," I whispered. I knew perfectly well that the whisper would egg on his dominance.

"Say it again," he said huskily tightening his grip on my neck.

"Fuck my cunt," I said louder. I felt his cock poking at my entrance. All he had to do was move it forward a bit and it would be inside me. 

"Say please," he said as he brought his hips forward. His cock was on my pussy separating my labia. 

I couldn't take it anymore. We could play the dominance game later, I just wanted to be fucked. "Please, stick that nice hard cock in me," I managed to say with my tightened airways.

Michael released his hold on my neck and placed his hand on the mattress. He moved his hips slightly forward and finally began to penetrate me. He didn't drive himself in to the hilt like I was hoping though. With each back and forth thrust he would move more inside me. It drove me insane just how good this man was at teasing. 

"You fucking tease," I said.

"That's what you get for making my cock hard during class," he grinned before pushing his whole length within my hot tunnel. 

"You feel so good," I sighed closing my eyes.

His strokes were deep and long, moving in and out at a leisurely pace. I wanted to drive this out just as long as he did. We wanted to just enjoy feeling each other's warmth. As much as I loved getting fucked fast and hard, I just wanted to savor his touch. We got the pent up frustration out of the way so we could take our time this time around... at least for a little bit. He pushed his knees back, straightening them a bit, then bent his elbows and lowered his upper body. His right forearm held him up. His left hand caressed my side and slid down to my thigh. He traced his fingertips back and forth across my creamy soft skin. We locked eyes once again and his lips came crashing down on mine. Our kiss matched the slow rhythm of our hips. Our tongues traced each other's lips, asking for entrance to the other's mouth. He thrust himself all the way in and moved his hips in a circular motion. I moaned against his mouth and pressed my fingertips into his back. He slowly pulled himself out, like a slow drag, then he eased his hard and hot member back inside my wet hole. 

"You're so tight," he whispered in my ear.

I moaned as I rode this slow wave of pleasure with him. I turned my head to the left and kissed his bicep, I just wanted my lips on him. I heard a soft moan escape from his lips then continued to kiss, lick, and suck on his bicep. His increase in pants urged me on. I brought my head up and kissed his shoulder. Then I kissed my way to his collar bone, kissing and licking the hollow skin there. He let out a long breathy exhale as I kissed his neck, dragging my tongue up and down the length of his neck. I lightly bit his neck and he moaned. He didn't stop rocking within me even as I kissed the sensitive skin of his neck and throat. 




I Want You Ch. 03



Michael then looked at me. I could see the want and passion in his eyes. Then he abruptly kissed me. We kissed each other passionately. Our tongues twirled and massaged each other. Our faces pressed tightly together as if we could kiss any harder than we already were. The speed of his thrusting sped up. I was gasping for air as we kissed but I didn't want to move my mouth from his even for a second. With each moment that passed, the rocking of our hips sped up. His mouth left mine and kissed my forehead. Then he placed his forehead against mine. We didn't speak. We just listened to each other breathe, moan, and pant. We listened as they grew louder. Our eyes were shut and we just allowed touch and sound to lead us into ecstasy. His pelvic bone ground against my clitoris and his thick penis massaged my vaginal walls. My body got hotter and I knew that my impending climax was near. I couldn't believe that I was already so close without either of us trying to bring it on. He continued to thrust his beautiful cock in and out of my pussy, switching speed and technique. His thrust would be slow and deep one moment then quick and hard the next. I didn't know what he would do next. Michael bent down his head and began kissing my neck. The added sensation brought me closer to the edge. 

"I'm going to cum, Michael," I whispered.

"Cum with me," he said in reply.

He continued to move his cock within me with slow, deep, and passionate strokes. He sucked on my collar bone and the familiar tingle began. 

"Michael," I moaned.

"Marie," he moaned in response as he filled me with his hot semen. 

My body tensed and eyes clenched as I felt him spill within me. Spurt after spurt splashed against my cervix. When my orgasm subsided, I laid there just panting. I couldn't believe the sexual experience I just had. It felt like the closest thing to making love. Sex like this is the kind that can get a girl like me in trouble. Michael stayed inside me as his cock softened. I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest. I affectionately ran my hands up and down his back. One slid up his neck and entangled its fingers in his hair. He looked at me and smiled before giving me a soft peck on the lips. Then, he rolled off of me and onto the bed. He turned his head and looked at me. I slowly turned mine to face him and I gave a dazed smile. 

"You... you are one hell of a lover," I said.

Michael smiled at me before reaching his arm to grab the comforter. He pulled the comforter over the both of us. I turned so that I could lie down on my side.

"Don't get too comfortable... how long until round 3?" I smirked.



I Want You Now



I want you. You press my body against the wall and pin my wrists to it with your strong hands. Your steaming lips kiss my neck and nibble my ear. I am becoming terribly excited and I know you are too.

I can feel your hot member in your pants pressed against my leg. My hips are bucking into you. I move what little I can because of your strong grip, up and down. Even with just centimeters between us. I need you closer, I need you deep within me. I moan and exert my hot breath into your ear and lightly bite the lobe and suck on it. You move my arms and wrists near my sides and move your mouth onto my right breast. You bite it through my shirt. 

I am trembling and shots of pleasure flow through my spine. I can smell our sweat and sex in the air. 

You toss me onto my bed and start tearing off my shirt. You take your tongue and outline my bra on my trembling skin and take it off. I pull your shirt over your head, massaging your muscles as I go. I get on top of you and sit on the bulge in your jeans. I trace it with my index finger and sweep my hand back and forth. I slowly unzip your zipper and unbutton your jeans. I pull it out and start caressing it. You are already hard and your throbbing cock is pulsing in my hands. 

I straddle your legs and lick the head of your cock. I trace one of the veins down the shaft with my tongue. I take it in my mouth. You run your hands through my hair. I squeeze your pulsating sack and pinch it together. I run my other hand down your side past your hips almost to your knee and my fingers dance the entire way. I can barely fit your massive cock in my mouth, it is so wide. I can imagine you in me; my pussy would feel so full! I take you deeper into my mouth. All nine inches would be quite a feat. Mhmm... 

I start pulling back, slow at first and then faster and faster. Your cock becomes redder and I know you are about to cum. I take your hands in mine and hold them to the bed. I stop sucking on you and you moan for me to finish. I lick the tip of your dick and I can tell that you are in pain. 

Once again I take the first few inches in and circle the tip with my tongue. Your face is red and your hips are bucking. How good it would feel to have you in me now, me riding you hard and fast. Your enormous dick fucking my tight, wet pussy. I take it back in and finish sucking you off. You cum in my mouth and then pull out and finish off on my tits. Your hot load tastes so good. You get on top of me and kiss me. I can feel your dick still erect on my stomach. I reach for it and start stroking it again. You take my hands and hold them near my head on the pillows. You move your head down between my tits and slowly move your tongue from my sternum to my jugular which makes me moan. 

You pick a spot on my right breast and suck on it. I can feel your hot breath on my tits and I can feel the wetness between my legs. You stop and a red mark has appeared, hmmm... You circle my nipples in a spiral pattern until you reach each one. You out your lips onto it and circle it with your tongue until I beg you to stop. You do the same on my right nipple, both are red and erect now. Oh how bad I want you to pound my wet pussy. You move down my stomach to my clean slit. You run your hands over my stomach and over my thighs. You pull me to the edge of the bed and kneel on the floor.

I feel the first light lick of your tongue on my hot pussy. You move your way down my stomach kissing it. Your hot breath hits my clit and I begin to quiver. You lightly flick the tip of my clit with your tongue. I keep reaching down to touch myself because you are teasing me so. You tell me to stop. I don't. 

You stand up and walk toward my closet. I moan because my pussy is longing for your touch. You take a white silky scarf from my closet and smile at me. You tie my wrists loosely together by my sides. I squirm and buck my hips off of the bed. You know want I want. You lift my legs and set them on your shoulders. You take one hand and spank my hot, wet cunt. I moan and shriek into a pillow near my head. At each hit my hip buck up to you just begging for more. After each slap, I become wetter and wetter. Tiny shots of pain mixed with pleasure shoot through my spine. 

I love the feeling and I want more. My moans get louder and more intense. You kneel down again and lick my clit, then stroke your tongue right over my wanting hole. Back and forth and back and forth you go, occasionally sucking on tender spots which made me shiver with delight. You circle my clit until you reach the very tip. Ohm! Pure bliss. 

You lay your hot tongue on it and then flick it over and over. I can feel it gathering within me, I am so close to cumming. You slowly insert one finger into my sweltering slit. In and out, in and out, slow and gentle at first. Then you insert another long, muscled finger. I feel my muscle grasp them like a vacuum. Still slow and gentle you go until I start to moan.

I moan because of the trills your fingers are sending through me, like little shots of electricity. You go faster and harder and I begin to cum. You lightly lick my clit and suck on it. Then you flick it repetitively with your fiery, wet tongue. I start to twist and twirl. I can feel it coming. Like lightning strikes through my veins, a warmth envelopes my body. My toes curl under and my muscles contract. My hands are outstretched as if I am reaching for more. I shake and moan, I bite into a pillow to muffle my screams of ecstasy.



I Want You, Professor



Author note: If you are familiar with my previous submissions, you should know that I tend to leave a lot to the imagination in my stories. This one is no exception. 

Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, the scene takes place at a college, not a high school setting, and all characters are over 18 years old.

*****

"I want you, Professor."

She uncrossed her hands, dropped them on the desk and got closer, leaning forward, tilting her whole upper body toward me. Her loose top hung down, revealing the very sight she knew would win me over.

I stared, I didn't pretend to avoid them. The dress was designed to make people stare. Her whole posture was perfectly coordinated to force me to stare. So, out of respect for her efforts and attire, I couldn't but stare.

I wasn't the kind of teacher that got hit on. I was the one students grew close to, asked for help, wanted to be friends with. I was the nice professor, the one that never got to tell — or hide — any naughty stories, I was always the one others told these stories to. I didn't have a list of extravagant proposals ready to share with my colleagues during faculty events or as fun quips at parties and social gatherings. I was just the one everyone thought of as kind and approachable, but never as a potential bed trysting partner.

I guess it had to do with my casual looks and demeanor. I wasn't sexy. At least I never thought of myself as such. Jeans, sneakers, t-shirt or hoodie, and a casual jacket on cold days. I could pull off a dress or a skirt when needed, moderately high heels on important occasions, but they weren't part of my everyday wardrobe. On any given day, I looked average at best.

So I had always wondered what it would be like to receive some unwarranted attention from a student, especially a female one. And when I heard stories of young women throwing themselves at some of my colleagues who brushed them off easily and often indignantly, I admit, I felt jealous and a little annoyed. Why couldn't this happen to me? 

"I can take the whole thing off, if you need to do a more thorough examination, Professor." She smirked. I saw it from the corner of my eye, since I was still focused somewhere lower than her face, then gulped.

I hadn't seen it coming, this forward and blatant conversation. It was simultaneously off-putting and exhilarating. Was this it? Was I finally discovering what it felt like to be hit on by a student?

I tried to recall how it all started, or at least pinpoint a time when the dynamic shifted, but I couldn't. She was one of my best students, always present, actively listening, she participated in the extra-curriculars and, as with most of my good students, we had forged a comfortable yet respectful rapport. 

There were boundaries between us, or so I thought. But here I was, sitting in my office, when she walked in, or should I say waltzed in, and after a few heavily disguised innuendo-filled remarks, had blurted that sentence out. What was it again?

I raised my eyes and eyebrows, looked at her sternly, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said I want you, Professor."

Ah, there it was. The subject, the verb, the object, and the title. Such a perfect, direct sentence. And the way she pronounced it, seductively and slowly, made it all the more effective. I felt my whole body clench, and the moment it relaxed, the slickness between my thighs spread immediately, as if by coordinated magic. I had needed to hear it again and I'd probably want to hear it some more to convince myself that this was real, I wasn't imagining things.

"Why?" The question escaped me, betraying my lack of confidence.

She smiled. "This is why," she pointed at me and waved her finger. "Because you don't seem to be aware of how awesome you are. How beautiful, considerate, and breathtaking you are. How you take care of everyone and never expect anything in return. How, even now, even after what I just said, you are still so blissfully ignorant of the effect you have on me. Because no one seems to have ever picked you up passionately, tore your clothes off, pressed you against a file cabinet or a whiteboard, and let you feel how much and how fast and how often they wanted and needed you. This is why I want you, Professor."

The innocence had gradually faded from her face with every word uttered in those last sentences. She wasn't making a statement anymore, she was openly seducing me.

And this wasn't about grades, recommendation letters, or favoritism. She was genuinely attracted to me, wasn't she? I almost found that too hard to believe. She sensed my hesitation and quickly moved to dispel it.

She stood up, taking her chest out of my direct line of sight and forbidding me the pleasure of this visual feast. "Professor," she repeated. If only she knew the effect that word, pronounced by her, had on me. Or maybe she did. "I'm not here to make up for a missed paper or to get a better grade. You know I have a great record, and I honestly wouldn't mind getting an F, should I deserve it for my work. I am here for you, because of you, because I am attracted to you," she pinched her lips adorably, then continued, "attracted isn't enough of a word to describe this feeling. I can't look at you without being consumed by how much I desire you." 

Her voice went down two octaves, the contralto vibrations feeling rushed and unorganized without their masterful command. "I've built up fantasies of the many ways I want to have you, and they are," she shook her head and sighed, "terrifyingly clear. I can almost," she paused for effect again and accentuated it with a confident smirk, "taste it."

I caught myself smiling, my lips extending and arching in a manner that I couldn't stop. She didn't need to hear my words to know she had won me over, or at least the parts of me that she wanted to taste and that immediately took charge of my decision.

She stepped to the side while holding my stare, and walked around the desk. She was now in front of me, in my personal space, invading it like she had the right to. My mind flipped through all the teacher/student fantasy channels that the R rated industry had long ago given an image to, then settled on the video feed of ignorance and confusion.

She lowered herself until her face was level with mine, stared into my eyes, and smirked again. This wasn't a seduction as much as it was an assertion of power; she had kneeled in front of me but I was the one crumbling defeated at her feet.

I wanted, nay needed, to break the eye contact to peek into her dress again. I could see it hanging loose from the corner of my eye, but I wouldn't dare. This whole display felt more like a taunt, one she would win whether I looked or not, but I had to keep a semblance of dignity.

When I didn't flinch, she got her face closer. If I wanted to, I could check out its details but I was focused on her eyes, green with dark golden flecks. The naughty flicker in them had me spellbound, waiting hopelessly for her next words. Or actions. Why was I so desperately rooting for the second option?

"Professor," she repeated, that tenure title somehow inverting the power equation each time it left her lips, putting her in charge and making me more vulnerable. "I think about touching you every day." I shivered and she pretended not to notice. "I imagine how soft you are, every..." she broke our eye contact to take a lingering look at my lower abdomen and thighs, "...where."

"I picture," she brought her eyes back to mine, "your mouth, gasping for air when I come close. I don't want to just kiss you, I want to know how much you," she emphasized, "want to kiss me. I want to lean in, open my lips, and then stop." She parted her lips and let out a steady stream of air in my direction, the hotness of her breath doing nothing to appease the rising temperature of my cheeks. "I want to pause to see that flash of disappointment in your eyes when you realize that I stopped, and watch in awe the raging battle between your pride and your lust. Would you wait for me to lean again or would you erase the remaining distance yourself?"

I frowned involuntarily. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be the one reaching for her, and that image of me, recklessly surrendering my vanity to this young woman was as alarming as it was exciting.

She didn't smirk, she openly smiled this time. "Can you picture it too, Professor?" Without waiting for the obvious answer or catching her breath, she continued, "But it's not just a fantasy, it's not just a story I tell myself before I go to bed, and it's not just an image I paint of you to feed my attraction. It's what I want to do," she closed her eyes for a brief moment then reopened them with a newer and stronger resolve shining through, "it's what I will do."

The fatality of that statement hit me like a high-speed train. I believed her, I knew I had no choice in the matter - or maybe my choice had already been made. Still, I equally feared and anticipated the moment I'd have to face and accept the veracity of her promise.

She sighed. "I lied to you before," she looked for the confusion in my eyes. "I said I'm not fishing for a good grade, but I am." Her face kept its serious expression, devoid of any smile that would calm my apprehension. 

Before I could ask myself whether I would give her a higher grade for her efforts, and before I could be terrified of the certain answer, she started to explain herself.

"The only good grade I'm interested in getting is the one for pleasing you. Because you deserve to be happy. You always do everything you can to help all of us and you have earned the right to have someone do their absolute best for you." For a few seconds, the assertive look disappeared from her eyes and I saw kindness in them. It was equally confusing and flattering. Was that a glimmer of something more than a physical rush, was it true affection?

She caught herself, shifted both her tone and expression back, "And I don't just fantasize about being that someone, I will be that someone." 

She smiled again, this time not to show her superiority or to prove her point, but because of the sheer joy that thought brought her. In that second, it occurred to me that while this entire scene was a display of her power, it was all caused by me. I was the one that provoked that rush in her, I was the object of her obsession, I was the audience for her show. Without me, there'd be no one to woo, no one to seduce, no one to dominate. She may have been in control, but I was the reason she needed to be in control. So I smiled back, this time deeply touched by her emotions.

Although the dynamic had shifted, I needed her to stay in the lead. I forced a gulp and feigned a tremble, telling myself that I was faking those reflexes for her own benefit, yet knowing fully well that I was never such a good actor. I guess part of me didn't want to admit that even though I was just the audience, I couldn't entertain the thought of the show ending, and that was my cross to bear.

She broke our eye contact and stood up. I immediately started thinking of the different things I could say, or do, to keep her in my office and my personal space, but I stopped as it became apparent that she wasn't leaving. She just took a step toward my desk and I didn't notice I was swiveling to follow her movement until it was too late to stop the chair's rotation. She grinned, hoisted herself up swiftly, sat straight, and towered over me.

With my eyes now level with her chest, I was faced with the conundrum of either looking straight and giving her breasts the thrill of my stare, looking up to feed her feeling of dominance, or looking down and facing another hidden monster in — and between — her legs.

She sat silently for a few seconds as I battled the different options then chose to raise my eyes to meet her. When they landed on her face, the corners of her lips pinched for the bourgeoning of a smile, but she quickly regained control and straightened them. Her eyes dropped to her lap, as if to force my own to follow. And follow they did, which led to the sight of her crossing her legs slowly and seductively, then leaning slightly to the left to hold herself with her extended arm on the desk.

How clichéd was this? A student crossing her legs on a professor's desk to seduce her! It doesn't get any more trite. Yet I couldn't stop myself from watching and enjoying every second of the show. There's a reason some actions become stereotypes and it's that they're goddamn sexy.

She moved her right palm and started rubbing her thigh through her dress, then slowly raised it to her neck. She kept it there, nonchalantly caressing the soft skin with feathery light touches.

"You know, others fantasize about undressing people, but I don't want you to be naked, Professor." She paused and waited for my reaction. When the confusion, laced with the fear of this seduction coming to a halt, became apparent on my face, she smirked again. "I mean don't get me wrong, I'm sure you look breathtakingly sexy wearing nothing but those earrings," she hummed and pursed her lips, "but I really, really want you to keep your clothes on... at least the first time."

She observed my reaction to those last words. When she saw my eyelids contract in happiness at the thought that there would be more than one time, she continued.

"See, the moment people shed their clothes is the moment they become vulnerable and their intentions so apparent. I like a challenge. I don't want you to be exposed and powerless," she winked, "well, maybe later." She shook the thought out. "I don't want to stop trying to guess your next move. And I don't want to win by making you lose a shirt or a pair of pants." 

She swept her eyes across my entire body, telepathically wrangling the very fabric of my being. She may have wanted me to stay fully dressed to keep me in control, but I had already surrendered everything beneath the clothes to her will. The scenario, I admitted to myself, was intensely erotic.

"I want you to keep that t-shirt and those jeans, but give me your body. I want you to stay in control, but allow me access. I'm a bit selfish like that." She shrugged and closed her eyes. "There's something incredibly... titillating," a proud smile accentuated the use of that word, "about the image of your cleavage, jailed behind your bra and shirt, hiding from my eyes, but no stranger to my touch." Her smile spread into a larger enthusiastic grin. "I want to be the thief who sneaks a hand past the clothes and steals caresses from your skin." She sighed and reopened her eyes. "I want to be the one you let in." 

She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath. Part of me wanted to rush the rest of the fantasy out of her. The other was enjoying the deviously slow journey to the other side more than it wanted to let on. I sat in silence, watching her reopen her eyes and part her lips ever so slightly. I wet my own involuntarily. The look on her face as she noticed the unintended movement betrayed her pure lust.

She raised her eyes to meet mine again. "You're wet, aren't you?" I breathed heavily, refusing to give in to her. "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet."

That observation perplexed me because of how true, how so very true it was. She had yet to lay a single finger on me, but I was only a few seconds away from heaving breathless as if she'd been ravaging me for hours. How could a few words possibly do that to me? And more importantly, how much more devastating would it be if I let those words become actions?

"But you're not nearly as wet as I am." She lowered her right hand to her leg, snuck it under her dress, and cupped herself with it. She rubbed ever so slightly, her smile dissipating, her eyes darting up to the ceiling, then raised her finger to her nose and sniffed. "Mmmm, yeah."

This wasn't just too much, this was the very definition of torture. Blissful, lascivious, masochistic torture. She focused her glare back on the junction between my thighs. I squeezed them involuntarily and felt my palm glide toward the inner part of my right thigh. I desperately needed to mirror her gesture.

"You know how much you want to get that hand into your pants?" I didn't try to answer, realizing the rhetoric nature of the question. "It's not nearly as much as I want to get my own hand in them."

She adjusted her posture then leaned forward. Her right index crossed the distance between us and stopped fractions of an inch away from my left thigh. She started moving it slowly up, making sure it never made contact with my jeans. If I raised my leg slightly, I could easily have the very object of my desire: her finger on me. But I sadistically sat still, loving the goosebumps that spread through me by proxy. 

"Anything bothering you, Professor? Any itch you want me to scratch?" She laughed heartily and continued her distant assault on my thigh.

An invisible link forged between her index and my skin, the gap between them being filled with raw tension. The sensation traveled with her finger up my thigh, then toward the middle, and stopped as she hovered right above my clit. As if by magnetism, I felt it tingle, grow, and reach out trying to meet her. My eyes fluttered, confused between the desire to stay open and soak in every detail of that scene, and the overwhelming need to shut down and enjoy the intensity of my arousal without any distractions.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to stop my finger here?" Probably as much as it was for me to not grab her hand and shove it down my jeans. "The visual image of your pussy dripping wet now is too hot. Scorching hot. And to think that it's because of me?" She licked her lips with a deliberately slow movement.

"If I tell you to clench now, will you?" She drew a small circle in the air above my jeans while the muscles underneath contracted of their own accord. I whimpered. "I guess I'll have to take your word for it." She forced a shrug and stared at my eyes. "Relax now." She had skipped the question and gone straight for the order. I shouldn't have found it that sexy, but I did, and now my body not only obeyed her, it did so without the pretense of fighting.

"I picture myself lazily unbuttoning your pants then lowering the zipper while your body rises to meet my hand. I want to feel how anxious you are for my touch. I'll wait to see a plea in your eyes, feel a shiver in your skin, and hear a moan in your throat." Her glare paralyzed me on the outside and made everything rush and tumble on the inside. "And as much as I am eager to lay my fingers on you, I want you to crave it more, to a point where I can pause my hand but you can't handle the interruption."

To be honest, we had already tipped that balance a long time ago. The fact that she could draw out this speech as long as she had while I sat and devised plans to get her to shut up and take me, every inch of me, proved that she had more command over the situation than I did.

"And when I feel your hunger... for me," she smiled, "I know I'd lose all of my patience. I'll slide my hand beneath your underwear, quickly reaching your pussy. I want to cup it first, then part the lips and enjoy the wetness that's been seeping out of you. Every drop of it is a testament to how much you... want... me."

She bit her lower lip; I pictured her biting mine. "I wouldn't stop kissing you this entire time. I want my tongue and finger to enter you simultaneously Professor, I want you to open yourself to me, let me go and stay inside you." 

She shut her eyes and moaned loudly, the sound arousing the one or two cells that were still suspiciously dormant in my body. Now all of me answered to her, even the parts of me that I never knew could be controlled. 

She opened her eyes and stared at me. "Do you see why it's infinitely sexier if you stay clothed? Just picture my palm stuck between your underwear and your skin. Imagine how possessive that is. How passionate." 




I Want You, Professor



Her voice hitched suddenly, a tender sigh escaping after that last word. "And I don't want you to spread your legs for me. I want you to close them on me. I want to enjoy the friction of your skin and the warmth of your pussy. I want to know what it feels like to begin my seduction thinking I'm invading you, then end up being powerless and imprisoned by you." 

Her voice, which had kept dropping in tone throughout the conversation, was at its lowest point now, and its volume nothing but a mere whisper. The raspiness became more apparent, the crackles more frequent, and the pauses less deliberate and more erratic.

Her face, her looks, her gestures, everything else betrayed the gradual loss of control. She had dived far enough into the fantasy that she couldn't pretend commanding it anymore. I relaxed, enjoying the show even more now that she wasn't premeditating every word and movement.

"I want the strength of your hunger to weaken me. I want you to grab me so hard that I stop thinking about myself and start doing everything for you. I want to forget all that I am and become nothing but the body you're holding, the mouth you're kissing, and the hand you're fucking."

I flinched. The verb caught me off guard. I wasn't used to hearing it in person, not in this context at least. My thighs squeezed as a reflex, unbearably anxious for a release. She noticed the involuntary movement and smiled.

"See this?" She waved her hovering finger above my thighs, which were now pressing so hard into each other that they could almost blend together. "I fantasize about sticking my hand in this delicious sandwich." She moaned again and retreated her hand, then readjusted her posture. I glimpsed a shadow of fear on her face. Was she unable to control her impulse to touch me anymore? Did she have to put some distance between us?

"I want you to hold me so close that I lose track of where my freedom ends and your will begins. I want your tongue to be so far in my mouth that when you groan, I feel the vibrations in my own throat. And I want your pussy to squeeze my hand so tightly that it starts moving my finger in and out by itself."

"I want you. I want all of you. Your moans, your shivers, your saliva, and your juices." She paused to wet her lips. "I want to feel your pleasure so deep within me that it becomes stronger than my own."

A long sigh whistled through her lips. Every second had been a battle of wills between us, an oscillating balance of craving, surrender, patience, and dominance. And it was all about to come to an end.

She stopped talking for a few seconds. Her palms had found refuge on the border of the desk, the knuckles white from the strength of her squeeze. Her eyes roamed freely across my body, not afraid of the places or durations they stopped for. There wasn't a grin, a smile, or a smirk on her lips anymore, just a small wrinkle that betrayed her desire.

She finally raised her eyes to meet mine. I stared back. In the silence and the paralysis of the moment, we both agreed.

She stood up and took a step toward me. She placed a leg on each side and lowered herself to sit in my lap. Her hand snaked between us and stopped at the lower hem of my shirt. Her mouth lingered a few inches away from mine.

"You've been awfully quiet, but I need you to answer this question," she paused briefly to clarify her demand, "aloud, with words." Her glare penetrated my eyes, reaching into my soul. This was the ultimate battle of power. I couldn't stay silent and avoid actively participating anymore. Would I lose the war and win her, or win the war and lose her? 

As if I had a choice! My mouth went dry, the liquids finding another outlet to lubricate.

"You know how much I want you, but the question is can I have you, Professor?"

"Yes."



I Want You Still



The last few times we've been together I have wanted you. I try to tangle around the conception of it. My advances seemingly go unnoticed or are unreciprocated. I don't care. I want you none the less and will take what I want. I see you standing there, in the usual place, facing the banker. I want you staring at me. I push my way in front of you and lean one of my legs up on the counter. My robe falls down my milky white thighs and I place my elbow on it and balance my head on my hand to stare at you.

I've got that devious look in my eye and I'm sure you can tell what I want. You order everyone out of the guild hall and have the last one out lock the door behind them. Still standing there looking at you I drop my leg and untie my belt. I shake my shoulders lightly and my robe falls to the ground. I have nothing on underneath, and I am not afraid to let you stare at it. 

You stand there in silence, and I know you want me to work, so you can appreciate me without showing so. I drop to my knees and put my hands on your belt; I tug at it and unfasten it all the while never once glancing at your eyes. My focus has nothing to do with you now. I want pieces of you with nothing in return. I am selfish, and you need to know this is not about you.

I pull your pants to your ankles and take your cock into my hands; you let out a pleasurable sigh. I lick up your shaft and swirl my tongue around the head of your cock. I can feel your hands wrapping around my hair and your fingers tangling in it but pushing into me. I lick once up your cock and giggle softly as I swallow it into my mouth.

I suck on it fiercely and take it in deeper each time. You're grabbing and pushing me into you; with one swift motion I pull away. I stand before you and caress my breasts. I lift my head in the notion for you to remove the rest of your clothing and I point at you drawing my finger back and forth for you to follow. 

I walk towards the pool and lay myself in it. The water barley covers me but the warmth is comforting. I know you are not far behind but I want you too see me pleasing myself; showing you I can do it on my own but I choose to include you. 

I lay on my back with my head propped up on the side of the pool for support. My legs are spread far apart, showcasing my tight and neatly shaved pussy. My nipples are firm. I begin to tug on my nipple ring with one hand and slide one finger up and down my lips, not that they need any more moistening, but the feeling send tingles through me, and gets me ready for insertion.

I see you approach yet stand there. Your eyes focused on me, the way I so longed for. I spread my lips with one hand and reluctantly pull the other off my tits. I use one finger at first to circle my clit before shoving it into my soaked hole. Still watching you lick your lips.

"I know you want to taste Me.", I say in low voice.

I doubt you heard it, but the way your eyes stayed on my mouth, I don't think it mattered what I said. I continue plunging my fingers in and out of my pussy, and moaning out to you while you watch. I arch my back up to extend the reach into myself. 

I am bucking into my hands and saying your name every time; it feels almost too good. You stand there in silence your cock hard and your mouth open slightly so that you can lick your lips each time my fingers pull out of my soaked cunt. I want you to pleasure me, but with all might I try not to ask for it, I demand! 

Come here and take me, now! You walk over slowly and kneel before me in the pool. I pull my fingers out of my pussy and place one in my mouth; I suck on it, and as I slowly drag it out of my mouth and place it in yours. 

As I pull it from your mouth you say how sweet the taste is. Your hands are running up and down my body, not stopping in any particular place. You give me goose bumps as your finger tips fall over me.

I place my hands around your back and pull you on top of me. I can feel your cock pressed against my clit, and holding there, as I put my mouth over yours and kiss you. Our tongues tangle and twist and the force of you above me excites me. I place one of my legs to your chest and push you off of me. 

"Eat me" is all I say, and with that you glide your body down mine and take a stance at my cunt. You look up into my eyes as your head lowers so your lips are near my clit. I watch as your tongue comes out of your mouth and drags over my lips.

You go slowly up and down and seemingly parting them with your tongue, and I fall back in pleasure, no longer able to watch. Your tongue feels hot as it circles my clit and makes my skin tingle. 

The scruff on your face brushing against my thighs tickles in an erotic way. Your tongue flips up and down on my clit and your hands hold my thighs open for you. You take one of your hands and wrap it around my ass and pull my cunt into your face.

I had forgotten how good your mouth could fuck me.

As I tug and pull on my nipples I can feel my insides tightening and my body quivers as I cum in your mouth. 

You don't stop, you let it flow all over your face and tongue, and still flick it on my clit. I let out a deep moan and grab you by the hair. I want you inside of me now. You bring your face up to mine and I smell myself all over you turning me on more then ever.

I lick your lips and once again let our tongues dance as you wrap your hands around me and pull me on top of you. 

As I sit there I decide this is not the position I crave. I stand over you and look down at you, laying there with your cock standing upright almost calling to me. You look up and bring yourself to your knee's giving me one last lick before standing next to me.

I turn so that my back faces your chest. I feel your cock against my ass and you reach around and cup my breasts. My nipples fall in between your finger tips and you pull on the ring in my right nipple. 

I use my hand to separate my gap and slip your cock into my cunt. You force it in my and I fall forward. The force you exuberate not only shows your passion, but your desire. 

Then almost as soon as it has begun I feel you pulling out and smacking my ass with your cock. I turn around and drop to my knees, I lick the head of you throbbing cock and grasp it in my hands. I move back a tad and look at how strong it feels. 

I begin to jack it while licking the head rapidly up and down. I feel your grab the back of my hair and just as I open my mouth to take you in I feel my face get hot and your moans get loud.

All your cum has shot all over my face and near my mouth. I lick off what I can and then lean into the pool and wash the remainder off. As I swing my hair behind me while I rise up I notice you staring at me once again.

"I should call a free night more often." Is all you can say as I walk away and leave you behind?



I Want You To...



They both lived in the apartment block. It was in a nice neighborhood and the owners kept the building in good repair. The people who lived in the apartments mostly worked in the city and hardly saw each other. Kira and Colin worked locally and they did see each other. They also noticed each other.

Kira thought he was cute but he never looked very "available" to her. When she first noticed him he had a girlfriend with him all the time, but recently she hadn't seen her with him. Colin was tall, had short and ruffled dyed blonde hair and always wore tight jeans, worn tennis shoes and sloppy shirts. Kira especially liked him because he always looked happy.

Colin noticed Kira a lot, but refrained from ever approaching her because she always looked so well dressed, the kind of girl who was already settling down with someone. Recently though, he'd taken more notice. Not only was she wearing much shorter skirts since the summer arrived, but Colin never saw her with anyone. Maybe she was single after all? Maybe he should find out?

The night they first played the game Kira was struggling into the building with three bags of groceries, a purse and a laptop when Colin arrived just in tome to pull the door open for her. "Hey thanks." Kira looked at him above her groceries. "You saved my life."

Colin laughed confidently. "I don't think so. I don't think this door's killed anyone yet." He held out his arms and started to take the groceries from Kira's arms. "Here, let me get these for you."

She hit the elevator button and stepped in, making sure the doors didn't close on Colin as he eased inside. Kira hit the button for the 6th floor. "Thank you so much. It's been such a tough day. I was just so anxious to get into my apartment, throw off these shoes and enjoy a lovely long..."

"Fuck."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, sorry. I just saw your coffee in the top of this bag. I was supposed to get some today, but I forgot. I'm clean out."

"Never mind," Kira twitched her nose, looking ever cuter, "you can borrow some. I'll put some in a bag for you when we get to my apartment."

"Great."

Colin hesitated on the threshold of Kira's apartment as she opened the door but she beckoned him inside immediately. "Just dump the stuff there," she indicated the dining table, "I'll sort some coffee out for you." Colin did as instructed, then wondered over to the large window in the lounge.

"You've got a better view than me. I live down on four." He looked around at the room. It was neat and functional, cleaner than his apartment. Kira had more books on her shelves than he did, but fewer CDs. He was fingering the spine of a few travel books when Kira appeared at his side and offered him a glass.

"Thanks for helping. That was really nice of you." She held the wine out for him to take. "I'll get the coffee in a minute."

Colin took the offered glass and looked closely at Kira for the first time. She had taken off her jacket to reveal a figure-hugging pink top that did nothing to hide the wonderful lines of her full, round breasts. He wanted so much to revel in a close up look at her shapely ass, even if it was only through a short, tight blue skirt. There was nothing in the room to suggest a regular male presence. Colin just wondered...

Kira stayed close to him as he browsed the books on her shelf. Her original plan for the evening was nothing more than some relaxing wine and a nice dinner, but now Colin was here with his tight jeans and faint male smell... she was beginning to get other ideas.

"I see you like games." Colin indicated the stack of board games and jigsaws on her bottom shelf.

Kira gave a short, self-depreciating laugh. "I used to. There's never anyone around to play much these days. "You don't like Trivial Pursuit do you? Or card games?"

"I'm not very good at games I'm afraid." Colin sipped at his wine and looked at Kira's eyes intensified. "I guess you could teach me sometime."

"Sure," she smiled at him, seductively sipping at her glass then running her tongue along her bottom lip, "I'd prefer to teach you my favorite game though. You ever played I Want You To?"

Colin looked puzzled. "How'd you play that?"

"It's easy. You just take turns at asking the other person to do something, starting with the words, I Want You To... You want to play?"

Colin nodded and drained the last of his wine. "Sure. I want you to... pour me another glass."

Kira smiled, took his glass and went off to fulfill her obligation. She brought it back and gave it to him. "See. Nothing to it. My turn now. I want you to... rub my shoulders for me. I've had a hard day."

She smiled mischievously and turned her back to Colin so he could reach her shoulders and start massaging. As he dug his thumbs into her muscles he felt her relax and start to enjoy his movements. Through the thin material of her top he felt her bra straps. As his confidence grew he reached inside the collar of her top, pushed aside the straps and massaged the bare skin on the top of her shoulders. Kira moaned in pleasure as Colin felt the smoothness of her skin and some movement in his own clothes.

"Oh, that was nice." Kira turned to face him after a couple of minutes. He noticed that she did not reach in to replace her straps. "Your turn now."

Even though he had time to think about it, the question caught him slightly off-guard. "I, erm... I want you to... let me use your bathroom."

Kira giggled and Colin watched as her face creased in an alarmingly provocative way. She really was a very attractive girl. "Yeah, okay. Down the hall on your right. Don't pee on the floor."

Colin had to wait a few moments for his growing hard on to subside before he peed in Kira's bathroom. After he washed his hands he lifted her bottle of mouthwash and took a swig. Never know when you're going to need fresh breath.

When he got back to the lounge Kira was sitting on the sofa cradling her wine and smiling widely. She could hardly wait to command him, "I want you to... use those strawberries and whipped cream I just bought, any way you like."

Colin looked at her just long enough to make sure he hadn't misunderstood. The impish look on Kira's face left him in no doubt. Without further comment he walked over to kitchen area and started wading through the contents of the bags. She wasn't kidding, there was a pack of strawberries and a tub of whipped cream. Wow! He stalled a few minutes, wondering just how far he should go. The first thought he had was to stuff the strawberries into her panties and retrieve them one by one with his mouth. Maybe not, he also had to use the cream after all.

He counted out six strawberries, washed them and placed them on a plate. Then, quickly as he could, he whipped up the cream into a bowl then found a towel. Kira sat patiently on the sofa and grinned, "This looks interesting." The very obvious bulge in the front of his jeans also looked interesting. He placed the strawberries and cream in the middle of the floor then indicated that Kira should join him, sitting opposite each other with the bowls between them.

"Okay. You put the towel over my eyes, then feed me a strawberry dipped in cream. With the fork." He offered her the towel. "After you've fed me three, I'll feed you three."

She took the towel from him and tied it around his head, smiling as she pouted a little and licked her lips provocatively. When she had the towel tight she took the fork and dipped a strawberry in the cream. Then she leaned forward, placed her hand on his thigh, only inches from his bulging hard on, as slowly brought the fruit up to his lips. Colin tasted the cream slowly before taking the strawberry whole and crushing it in his mouth.

Second time around Kira placed her hand even further up Colin's thigh and pushed the strawberry straight in. Third time she was within a half-inch of his bulge (which she could get a good look at as he was blindfolded) and the temptation to break down and grab it was immense.

Now he tied the blindfold around her head. Then he waited. And waited. Eventually Kira started to ask him where he was. "Hey, It's my turn now, where are..." Her mouth was full of the strawberry Colin was delivering, straight from between his own teeth. When she realized what was happening she hungrily fought to take the strawberry, rubbing lips with him until he let go.

"Hey," she said, swallowing, "that's not fair. You said we had to use the fork!"

"No," Colin said calmly. "I said you had to use the fork. I didn't say what I had to use."

"That's not fu..." He plunged another into her mouth.

After the third she whipped away the towel to reveal a huge grin. "You're learning this game pretty quickly." She gathered up the bowls and took them to the kitchen. "Your turn now."

Colin thought of a hundred things he might ask Kira to do, but one thought kept coming back to him. Oh, fuck it, he thought, giving in. "I want you to... let me see your boobs."

Now Kira's smile was unmistakable. This was what she had really wanted. Without a word and without diverting her eyes from his, she started to pull her top over her head and reveal a full lacy white bra. Colin expected her to reach around and unclasp the bra immediately but instead she brought her hands up to the front of the cups and pushed her boobs up a little. She was stalling, teasing. She watched for any additional effect on Colin but he already looked uncomfortably hard. She unclipped the bra at the front and let the cups fall away to reveal a large, full, pair of boobs that stood up magnificently on their own. He couldn't draw his gaze away from her dark, well-defined nipples. They were even showing signs of liking the situation themselves.

"O-kay," Kira took a deep breath that helped her chest heave and push out towards him, "I believe it's my turn now. I want you to... explore these with your mouth."

Colin smiled and without a word moved over to Kira, immediately stooping to take one of her breasts in his hand, weigh it, and then bring his lips to her nipple, as commanded. Even though she was excited, Colin's tongue and lips managed to excite her some more and her nipples grew and gave him more to play with. He switched his attentions to her other boob, repeating the attention and feeling his own excitement grow. Down in Kira's panties a fire was beginning to get out of control.

It was hard, fighting the urge to reach out and touch his thigh and the bulge at the front of his jeans, but she did, because she liked this game. Kira closed her eyes and felt the soft touch of Colin's tongue connect with her nipples and send electricity straight down to her pussy.

When he looked up from his task, Colin was smiling. He glanced again at her impressive chest and smiled at his handiwork—both nipples were wet, large and proud. He took a deep breath and stood back from the sofa. It was his turn. The choice was almost too difficult. "I want you to... find me your favorite vibrator, take the rest of your clothes off and show me how you like to use it."

Kira looked at him for just a moment before getting up from the sofa, walking over to the bookcase and pulling a pink eight-inch vibrator from behind some paperbacks. "I call him Chad." She smiled and gently kissed the head of the cock shaped vibrator. "After an old friend he reminds me of."

Colin looked on in wonder, and with an ache like he'd never felt before, as Kira slowly stepped back to the sofa. She put the vibrator down, kicked off her shoes and turned to face Colin. With a smile that took away any last doubt that she would do anything in this game, Kira slipped down the zipper on her skirt and wiggled it loose. It fell around her feet and left Colin gazing at a pair of black satin panties that looked to be almost steaming at the crotch.

They didn't last long. Without taking her eyes from Colin's face, Kira hooked her thumbs in the sides and slipped them down. When she stood up again and revealed her pussy to him Colin saw that heaven was indeed shaved, with just a small triangle of hair above it. Right then he wanted to her over to her and taste that sweet little pie that was spreading an unmistakable scent around the room. But he was playing the game, he had to wait to be asked...

Kira sat back down on the sofa and took the vibrator in her hand. Simultaneously she licked the head of the phallic instrument and put a hand down to her pussy and rubbed a little. "Mmmm," she almost moaned, "Don't think we'll be needing any lube today."

She switched on the vibrator and a soft humming started. Next she placed it on her tummy, just above her pubic area. Colin watched as she slowly moved it down towards her pussy, using circular movements and going far too slowly for his desires. When she finally got there Kira traced a path all the way around her pussy lips, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensations.

Colin almost had to grab his crotch as he watched her slip the vibrator inside herself, all the way up to the hilt. Kira opened her eyes to watch his reaction and smiled, doubly. She thought about withdrawing the vibrator and working her clit some more as she wasn't far from orgasm by now, but she figured there might just be something better on offer, so pulled it out, looked up at Colin again and licked the length of the vibrator for him.

"There, she said, pausing for breath, "that's how I like to use Chad." Almost unconsciously, a hand slipped back to her pussy, just making sure she stayed on top of things. "Now it's my turn." She eyed him with a devilish mixture of desire and tease. "I want you to... let that bulge in your pants out and let me help it breathe."

Colin tried hard not to smile as he walked towards Kira's naked and wanton form. Standing in front of her he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and stepped out of his jeans. Next he pulled off his shirt and stood there in a pair of over-stretched briefs. "I said take it out." Kira reminded him urgently.

Colin sighed as he pulled the waistband of his briefs over his massive erection. As he pulled them away and revealed his full engorged state to Kira he felt the immediate relief of cool air around him. She looked at the full seven-inch tower of power protruding from his crotch, now less than two feet from her face. His balls looked full and excited, nestling tight at the base of his shaft. "You have a very nice penis." she stated matter-of-factly. "But I tend to prefer the word cock myself. What do you like to call it?"

"Don't really care." Colin was almost quaking with desire now, desperate to feel someone take hold of him and ease his still growing pain. "You said you'd help it breathe." he pleaded.

"Mmmm," she teased, licking her lips, "I did, didn't I?" She leant forward a little, till she was no more than a foot from his prick. She watched as his impressive length twitched under her gaze, resisting the growing urge she felt to reach out and grab him. She liked his long and straight cock with its hard and red head, loved the power it suggested and the pleasure she could have with it. "How's this for you?" Kira gently blew air from her lips up and down his length and Colin felt the gentlest of teasing relief as her breath caressed him, cooled him and bristled the hairs on his balls.

"Good," he managed to say as his desire to turn her over and fill her pussy reached new heights. "Very good. Do you think..."

"Maybe this will be better?" Kira dipped her head and dropped her mouth over the head of his cock. It felt hot and hard as she worked it around with her tongue. Quickly her hand came up to hold his balls with the most practiced light touch he had ever felt. As she withdrew him from her mouth her hand came up to grasp his shaft, pulling down and tightening his skin with a single stroke of pleasure. "How's that?"

"Better. Thanks." He tried to regain some composure as her hand continued massaging him. "Are we still playing?" He breathed the words, unable to disguise his desperation.

"You bet." Kira's voice seemed to be coming from her hand, gently stroking him closer than he wanted to be. "Your turn I believe."

"I want you to... lie back so I can taste that lovely pussy of yours. Now."

Kira slid back on the sofa and offered herself to Colin. He knelt in front of her and plunged to his work with enthusiasm. He loved the smell of her pussy, loved working his tongue around her soft folds and feel her excitement growing, resisting her urge to thrust her pelvis in his face. When he started to work on her clit he brought a hand up to her and rubbed a few times along her inner lips before easing it inside. Slowly he plunged first one finger, then two, in and out while he teased her clit with the end of his tongue.

"Oh God," she whispered desperately, "I want you to... put yourself inside me. Now would be good."

As Colin reluctantly moved away from her pussy Kira turned herself on the sofa and knelt for him, offering herself to him doggie style. Colin moved back to her, his bulging cock in his hand and homing in on her red hot pussy like a guided missile. He put a foot up on the sofa and eased on up to her wet lips, easily slipping between them with only the lightest of pressure. "Ahhhh." Kira moaned as he felt her wrap around his cock.

He held her ass cheeks as he slid in and out, those first few strokes making him close his eyes and concentrate on not blowing his wad instantly. Surely, this was the sweetest pussy he'd ever had the pleasure of? Pumping as slowly as his need would allow, he could feel every movement Kira's pussy muscles made as she gripped and released him to increase her own pleasure. He looked down and watched as his cock disappeared inside her, each stroke felt glorious as he watched her ass tighten as he thrust. Colin smiled and couldn't resist a hard slap on her ass cheek. "Oh, God. More," Kira responded.

He obliged with several more sharp slaps on her ass as he plunged and withdrew. Not wanting the fuck of his lifetime to end, Colin stopped thrusting and ran his hands over the skin on Kira's back, contrasting his slaps with the lightest touch. Now he slid as deep as he could, bent over Kira's back and reached out to grab her breast, his fingers searching successfully for her nipple. She gasped again in pleasure and Colin realized she was as close to coming as he was. He was just about to reach between her cheeks for her clit and thrust himself to orgasm when Kira looked around. "Sit back on the sofa for me. I want to control when you come."

Colin eased out of her dripping wet pussy and sat on the edge of the sofa that she had already vacated. His cock wobbled in front of him, red, hard, pulsing and primed to go off at any minute. Kira smiled widely as she maneuvered one leg onto the sofa and started to lower herself onto him. As she sank her pussy over his cock Colin leaned back and sighed deeply, wondering at the soft and warm feeling of being inside this very sexy girl.

Once full impaled, Kira brought up her other leg and wriggled herself around on his cock. She leaned forward, held his shoulders and started to ease up and down on him, bringing them both higher again. As she started to move up and down on his cock Colin watched as her pussy seemed to swallow him whole, her lips stretching and showing pink as she rode him. "Oh fuck, this is lovely," she breathed at him as she worked them both.

When Kira reached behind her and felt how constricted his balls were she realized he was almost beyond the point of no return. With her other hand she reached down and rubbed her clit, knowing she would be over the edge in seconds. Watching Kira finger herself, ride him and pull at his balls was too much for Colin and he started to feel the incredible rush that was now unavoidable. As his orgasm burst through his whole body he saw Kira smile one final time before she grimaced and he knew her own time had come.




I Want You To Do Something For Me



(I can't take total credit for writing this.

My Kitten wrote the sex.

I wrote the story.

We did this together.

My next story is going to be more sex and less plot.

It's the way I likes me porn!)

The night was cold for it being the middle of summer. The days were extremely mild. He wondered if it was a sign. No, not yet he thought, she will be here. He stands in wait in his gravel driveway, pacing back and forth. She pulls in the driveway around 8 pm. She gets out of the car and sees him smoking and standing there avoiding her gaze, her questioning eyes, although it is he with the questions. He looks at her, piercing, strong, full of hope and love. She is stunned, for a second. She thinks to herself, what have I done? Why does he still look at me like that, after all that has been going on, does he know? No he can't. 

She looks at him again and starts to speak,

"Did you want to go to my place and talk? Or did you want to go somewhere else?"

He puts out his cigarette, smashing when it hits the ground with his foot, trying to contain the anger. He says, quietly,

"Beth, if we go to your place, we are more than likely going to have sex. Then you will think everything is fine when it's not. We need to have this talk, if there is any hope for us."

She looks at him and almost thinks to punch him the arm, but she speaks instead, letting her words do it for her,

"Chris, you have to stop this. What is there to talk about? We have been back together for a month now. That is what you and I wanted. Heck, you are almost living at my place again, and I love having you there. We have to make all the decisions together, as a team."

He says,

"Did you think to ask me when you started going around behind my back with that guy you been talking to for about 3 weeks now."

She is fuming and raises her voice a little,

"Chris, there isn't anyone else, I just don't get why you would think that I barely have enough time for my son and you. You just can't..."

He cuts her off, he just as pissed and speaks again,

"I don't know exactly how many times you fucked the guy when you aren't with me and you say you are off doing shit for work. Stop lying. 'Your' guy messaged me today. He told me that the last time you two were together you called my name during sex. He explained that you were a little more than drunk. He sent me a lot of the emails you two exchanged. He told me he doesn't have time for these head games, and either do I."

She is stunned and thought that one of her friends would tell him in time what happened, but not now, not Kevin himself. She starts to cry and backs away from his look. She has never seen him like this before. There is still love there she thinks. She turns and runs to her car. She can't even get the door open she is shaking so much and crying. He calmly walks up to her. She looks at him like a deer in the headlights and pulls to avoid touching him. He opens the door for her. Then walks away before a second look from her. He lights up another cigarette. Takes along hard drag. He watches her has she beings to sit down. 

She sits and thinks about what she has done and how to fix it. Her heart begins to break at the thought of him not loving her anymore. She remembers that she only went out with Kevin about 3 times, behind Chris's back. She told Kevin, that although Chris is a nice guy, she was trying to breakup with him. She promised Kevin she was going to leave him, before her and Kevin got to the sex part of things. Still wanting to remain faithful to Chris.

So, one night when Chris was out with his friends till 3 in the morning. Without so much as a text or a phone call. She was at work, and thought she at least deserved and update. She worries about him, like he worries about her. He would have if his phone had not died while visiting his friends he hadn't seen in awhile. He stayed up with his friends going to the movies, talking about his girlfriend problems, computer games, playing said games, and then falling asleep watching TV on his buddy Matt's couch. Robert finally drove him home at 4. He woke up at 6 and fought long and hard not to call her till he was sure she would be getting ready for work. She was very pissed that night thinking about the other women he could have put his dick in or god knows what else. They talked and he told her that he was sorry. She forgave him, she still doubted what he actually been doing. She forgave and they moved forward.

A few days later, she tried to forget about her relationship woes and went out with Kevin, for what was to be the very last time. She began to think its not like I am fucking this guy. He's just a friend and I am going to have fun. Not going to worry about what is going on with Chris. All night along she drank. She drank to forget about Chris for a night; just one night was all she wanted. Kevin didn't drink as much as Beth did. He took her back to her car that was parked at his place. He took her into his house and they kissed. Not a loving sort of kiss, but the "I got to get fucked" kind of kiss. He started towards his bedroom with her in tow and began to remove her clothing. She remembered telling him no over and over again, but she woke up naked. Noticing that he didn't use a condom, she felt raped and tried to leave, but he smooth talked her out the door. He ushered her out the door as she gathered herself, with a promise that he would call her sometime. 

Remembering back on all of it now the thought has started to make her tremble.

She left there and wondered how to tell Chris what had happened. She cried all the way home and from home to work. Was it worth their relationship that they had worked so hard to salvage? She tried to let it go and spoke of it with one of her friends a few weeks after it happened. Her friend told her she has to be honest with Chris, sex or not. It was kind of like cheating. She also told her friend that she didn't want it to happen.

She went through her emails and messages. She deleted those and the guy off her friends list. She left his phone number, in case he called or if she needed to ask him a question that if he was clean or not. It worries her still now. She hasn't had time to go the doctor, let alone make an appointment. She has been sleeping with Chris all this time and started to wonder if she had something to pass on to him.

He approached her car door. She still sat there as she tried to absent mindedly tried to get a cigarette in her mouth and light it. Still staring off into the void, she noticed Chris is now standing next to her. She is shaking as she proceeds to start her car. She looks at him and shakes her head in a slow "no" motion. Then out of nowhere she hits her head on to the steering wheel. He almost laughs, he looks in on her and she starts to cry.

She slowly creeps her self-upright and looks at him. Standing there he looks like he wants to say something. She presses her window button down. He moves in and kisses her with a passion that fire wished it had. The burning desire is there and he wants to make it all right, but knows he can't.

He tells her as if reading her mind,

"I got checked out today after I got that email. He told me he was clean, but to be sure I went. I am fine. Which means you are too, but go get checked up on, just in case."

She just looks at him.

He continues, 

"Kitten, you are the love of my entire life, I could see marrying you when I am 54 or even now. It looks like you want to leave; I am not going to stop you. I tried to keep you, but, ah hell. Fuck!"

He turns and beings to walk away. She reaches for him. Then pulls her hand back, she looks at it as if it betrayed her for not touching him. 

Her voice cracks,

"Chris, come here, please."

He turns and runs up to the car, it is the fastest he has ever moved in his life. He tells her,

"Beth, what is it? What is there left to say?"

She looks at him and whispers,

"I doesn't or shouldn't have to be like this, we can be together, just please forgive me, please? "

He looks at her and he smiles as he speaks,

"In time. Right now we both have to think, we need that time apart you wanted so much, before. I do love you so very much."

He kisses her again; the burning passion of 1,000 burning suns consumes the kiss between them like they are all going to supernova right then if they didn't have sex.

He breaks it and steps back as he tells her,

"I will call you, I promise. As for now with us, be free, Kitten."

She cries harder than she ever has before as she looks at him with anger and sadness.

How dare he do this she thinks as she pulls out of the driveway? How dare he break up with me? How dare he care about me? How dare he to walk away from me?

He looks, as she is gone. He thinks about chasing her to her house, to do nothing more than to hold her. He walks inside his house. He sits on his bed and looks at the phone. Call me Kitten, he thinks. Just then the phone rings. It's Jerry, he's been talking to him and his wife about all the shit that has gone down between him and Beth.

"What up, Jerry?" he speaks into the phone.

"Well, did you talk to her about everything?" Jerry asks.

"Yeah, but it didn't go well, I broke up with her. Told her I need some time to think all this stuff through."

"Well get some money and meet me at my house in 15."

"Why? What's up? Are we going to a movie?"

"No, I thought you would want a night at the Pub."

"Man, I just broke up with my girl and you want to shove half naked women in my face?"

"Well, yeah. You and I haven't done it in over a year. I have some time off and we can make it before they charge us at the door. Come on, man. If you don't go I will just go by myself. The wife is at her mom's for the next 3 days with the kid and I told her I would be going and she told me I can only go if you with me. Her orders, she's the boss."

Chris laughs as he breaths in deep, and tells him,

"Maybe, I should call your wife and double check that rule then, eh?"

"Go ahead, I told her you would want to call her."

"Mmmmm. Ok I will be there in 15."

"Good deal, oh by the way. Ron, Matt, and Jeff asked me if they can go to, well they didn't ask. I invited them and they are waiting here for you."

"Ok, I am out the door."

"Bye." Jerry tells him as Chris puts down the phone and walks out the door to his car. He sits down in the driver's seat. He looks down at his hand. His keys. He see it the key. He touches it like it was part of her. He knows both of them have to be strong. It's all up to him. He pulls out of the driveway and off to his friends and the strip club.

One month later.

He is working at the porn store. He was going over inventory with a new hire. This new girl was very pretty. She started to flirt with him and he tried to be professional. He decided to ask her about herself. 

You know the questions, where you from, what did you do before this, do you work another job, why did you move here, and does your boyfriend let you leave the house looking like that? She laughs at him, because they both realize that he said all of that with out taking a breath. She tells him:

"Here. I worked for retail store. Yes, I just got hired 2 days ago at a strip club as a topless dancer. I didn't move here I lived here all my life. I don't have one."

He laughs and plays it off. He shows her the other some of the others she will be working with. Then after the rest of the paper work she went through that he had to file, he tells her that her 2-hour shift is over. She laughs and asks what he is doing after his shift. 

He tells her I can't date other employees, I am a shift manager and I haven't looked, but I am sure there are polices and procedures that I would be breaking if I even thought about hanging out with you. That and the fact I am taken.

She looks at him. "That is one lucky girl." She tells him as she walks out the door. 

His friend, Ted looks at him and blinks twice. He comes up behind him and slaps him hard on the head. 

"OW!" Chris looks at him, "What the fuck was that for?" He starts to caress the back of his head.

"Dude, you were so fucking in that little piece of hotness." He tells him as he walks to the door she just walked out, and starts humping it.

"Now I see why you don't have many dates. I still can't believe there are guys out there that talk like you." Chris tells him as he walks back behind the counter.

"My wife says the same thing, but Chris man, you can't keep thinking you are attached when you are not." Ted said to him as he hops up and over the counter.

"So fearless leader, when are you going to call her?" Ted asks as he logs into the computer and see a few people enter. Ted takes a step, does an I.D. check, and lets them all pass.

"I don't know, I been wanting to talk to her for a 2 weeks now after she sent that message." Chris tells him as he starts to ring some people up.

"So, if you ran into her what would you do?" Ted asks as he runs around the counter to help a customer. Chris watches and before he can answer he notices that the person needing help is the same person he been talking about.

He tries to avoid her gaze. She smiles and waves nervously. He waves back and continues to ring and help customers. She waits and talks to Ted as she points and asks questions. Finally, Beth approaches the counter. 

"Chris, do you have a moment to talk?" She asks him quietly.

"Yeah, Beth, sure. Ted you got this?" He asks.

Ted looks around at the now empty store and answers, "Mmmm, let me think, yeah go smoke or something. Take your time. Remember you are the boss and I am the..."

"Peon!" Chris says in unison with Ted.

"I got it. I will be back." Chris tells him as he walks out the door with Beth.

He walks up to his car and stops. She follows and takes out her lighter. He pulls a smoke from the pack and she lights it for him. He smiles. She smiles. They are quiet as they look at each other, checking each other out, as if it was their first date. He starts to speak,

"Beth you look really good. I missed you so much. I wanted to talk to you after you sent that message. I want to tell you everything that's happened since we, well you know.."

She looks at him and smiles knowing that he is nervous as she is. She tells him,

"Chris, I honestly thought you would have been trying to find out who I was with and what I was doing, but I have to say. I was worrying about it more than you. I almost called Jeff to ask him what was going on with you."

He tells her,

"I was worried, but we needed time to figure things out. I figured out things 2 weeks ago and been putting it off."

" I know sweetie. Me too."

"So, I am guessing this isn't really a social visit?"

"Actually, baby it is. I miss you terribly. My son misses you."

"I have been thinking. I have been out with my friends. I have been masturbating a lot. I haven't even thought about anyone else. Heck I tell girls that might be interested I am taken. I haven't changed my status on my page." He tells her.

She smiles and says,

" I know baby, I been like that too. I really miss you. So, we can talk more when you get out of work. Please, stop by my place, ok. I am sure you still have the key. You know where I am going to be. If you can get out early that would be nice."

"Ok sweetie, I will try." He tells her with wink and a smile.

"I want you to do something for me, Chris." She says as she walks towards her car.

"What's that Kitten?" He asks.

She smiles and tells him,

"Baby, you just did it. I just wanted you to call me that again. Thank you."

He comes in around one in the morning; he got out a half an hour early. He's a shift manager now. He creeps into the apartment. She is sleeping. He looks down at her knowing that she expected him at least an hour ago. He knew the door would be locked; she gave him the key again. So he unlocked it when he got there. She knew he would be coming. He continues to look at her in the dark. He sees her stir as he begins to undress. Without taking his eyes off of her he pulls back the covers to find her in a white tank top and boxers. He can see that her nipples are hard against the fabric and wonders what she is dreaming about. 

She wakes with a small gasp as he climbs into bed with her. As soon as she realizes who it is she is wide-awake. Without a word he stripes off her clothes and just looks at her with a love that nobody ever has before. She notices and her body reacts. He softly touches her with a love that cannot be compared. As his hands run up and down her body she begins to squirm and softly moan. He is in now hurrying. He kisses her neck as he whispers his love for her in her ear. Not being able to stand it anymore she reaches for him to find that he is rock hard. 

She takes him in her hand slowly teasing him as he surrenders to her. She tells him that she loves him as she begins to slowly kiss him. She knows that she has all the time in the world and she intends on using it. She starts with kissing his neck and slowly makes her way down to the chest that she loves to lay her head on when they sleep. She kisses her way down to his stomach and feels him draw his breath in and hold it for a moment. She knows that it is driving him crazy, but she doesn't care. She uses her tongue to tease him in places that is meant for only her. He tries to have her take all of him in, but she's not ready for that yet. Her tongue slides down his rock hard cock as if she was doing this all her life. She finally gives into his pleas and takes him all in. She feels every inch of him in her mouth as she slowly takes him in. He is now to the point of bursting with anticipation of what she will do next, but he knows that she will not let him to that. 

Just as he is about to explode, she stops. She kisses her way back up to his mouth loving how he tastes. He tries to talk but she silences him with a long and passionate kiss. There has never been so much passion between the two of them and it takes them both by surprise. 

She forgot what it felt like to feel so much love for one person. She had fought it for so long. She straddles him and guides him inside her, but she doesn't move. She just stares at him for a moment to see if it is real or just a dream. He once more tries to speak, and this time she doesn't stop him. He tells her how much he loves her and that he has felt that way since the moment he saw her. With those words she is consumed with desire as she slowly rocks her hips back and forth while staring into his eyes. She has always loved his eyes and could see that the words that he spoke were true just by looking into them. He grabs her hips and guides her in a way that pleases him. To see his pleasure made her even hotter. She picks up the pace and starts to grind her hips in tune to his. They can no longer hold out. He grabs her ass to drive himself in her harder. She throws her head back as she feels the most intense orgasm that she has ever had erupt. He takes control and grabs both her tits as they are both yelling each other's names as if saying them out loud proves that what they have is real. She collapses in his arms, out of breath and her legs shake as if she just ran a marathon. He grabs her into his arms and kisses her as if it will be the last time he is able to do so. She melts into him. They fall asleep together feeling that they were exactly where they belonged.



I Want You to Fuck My Sister



Claire jumped out of the bed and onto her feet, but she couldn't get herself to run anywhere. In her bedroom, with only a small adjoining bathroom to hide, there was really nowhere to go. She stood frozen, naked except for a film of sweat and her sister's saliva drying all over her body. Lana, her sister, sat up in the bed and fumbled with the sheets, pulling them up over her own naked form. Both of the women's eyes were wide, staring in shock and horror at the closed bedroom door as it swung open.

They had been caught, and even as their incestuous secret was abruptly exposed, they couldn't help but wonder how it had come to this. Lana and Claire were two very beautiful women. With Lana at 33, and Claire at 28, both were and looked young enough to inspire fantasies in men of any and all ages. They shared subtle differences; Lana was a bit smaller in size and had bigger breasts than her sister, and her straight hair was a sandy blonde (today in pigtails) compared to Claire's very curly brown locks, but both women were very cute and very sexy, and though they weren't twins, they both resembled Kate Hudson, who they felt was a pretty good celebrity to be mistaken for.

There was no reason either one of them should have become so bored with men that they turned to women. And even to do that, they still should have had enough female choices to seek pleasure with than be reduced to committing such a taboo act as having sex with each other.

That is how an outsider might have viewed it. How they feared Troy might be viewing it now as he looked upon them in amazement while standing, jaw agape, in the bedroom doorway. But the truth was that Claire and Lana didn't end up in the same bed because of a lack of options. They weren't even living out some long hidden lesbian fantasy. They were just so very attracted to each other, both inside and out, that they could no longer resist it. 

Claire had just moments ago had sex with her fiancé, Troy, and his two very gifted brothers. At her request, they had left her covered and filled with cum. She felt so turned on even in their short absence from her apartment, that when Lana arrived unannounced, there was no getting around what she wanted. And Lana wanted it, too, and wasted no time in licking her sister clean of the warm jizz.

It marked the second time the siblings had played with each other; the first time they had shared a single man, and this time they shared the generous remnants of three. But there was no denying that the men involved only accounted for a portion of their overall lust.

But the men had come back, and now the door to the truth was open.

Troy tried to snap out of his shock. He was already inside the room, and didn't feel he had the time or the coordination to stumble back out, so he just closed the door, hoping he had been fast enough to keep his brothers in the next room from seeing this sight. While they had never met Lana, his would be sister, they would have to meet her eventually. That is, if this wedding was still going to happen. He had no idea Claire had a bi-streak, and to think that she was doing it with her own sister, well that was a lot to swallow. Even for a guy who had just fucked his bride-to-be with his very own brothers.

He tried to say 'what's going on', but no words came.

Claire was in panic mode. She knew Troy was the one. She loved him, and despite the feelings she had for her sister, she had no intention of letting those desires ruin her future with him. But as she looked at him now and saw how freaked out he was, she saw her once happy future becoming very grim. This wasn't sharing a loved one, as he had done with her and his brothers. No, sleeping with her own sister was on a whole new level, and she couldn't imagine it was something Troy could understand.

But it was that line of thinking that saved her. Claire was naked and beside the bed, but Lana was still in it. They hadn't been caught red-handed, and so Claire came up with the only thing she could to save herself.

"I want you to fuck my sister," she said as calmly as possible.

On the surface, it seemed like a great escape from an impossible situation. Claire had just fucked and sucked Troy's brothers, so offering Lana to him would be kind of like returning the favor. The timing of it all worked out perfectly. She watched Troy's face change from confusion to acceptance and warmth, and knew he had bought it. And Lana kept a straight face, adding to the charade rather than giving the lie away.

But that was the big problem with this lie. The reason the sisters had only recently become involved with each other was because they rarely got along before. They constantly fought over men, and it was Lana who had stolen every guy Claire had ever been with or interested it...until Troy. He was the only one who hadn't been drawn away, and Claire was, for obvious reasons, very possessive around him. And now she had just given him away to the worst person possible. She hoped that Lana's lust for her physically also included a deeper, newfound love for her feelings, because if Lana stole Troy away, Claire would lose both of them.

It was such a harrowing thought that Claire considered abandoning the lie and telling the truth, because at least then she would only lose Troy, at worst.

But it was too late, because Troy was very into this idea already, and his anticipation was evident as he approached the bed. With Claire still tingling from the fucking his brothers had just given her, Troy had no reason to think Lana was there for any other reason than to return the favor.

In the bed, Lana knew why Claire had lied, and played with the sheets, trying to use them to discretely clean the traces of cum off herself before Troy saw or felt it. Some jizz on her could be explained away by being in the bed where Claire had been fucked and cum on, but if Troy found much sperm on her, he would have to suspect the girls had been up to something else before he entered.

Lana watched eagerly as Troy took off his clothes. He was a tall, dark, and handsome man, but not traditional in any way. His styled black hair, short beard and moustache, and numerous tattoos made him look like a bad boy, but she knew those days were long behind him...except for the sexual deviance, apparently. But the least traditional, or average, of the 31 year old's hot, hard body was his gigantic cock, bigger than Lana had ever had both in length and girth, and it was still growing erect.

Troy looked to Claire once for a final approval, and all she could do was nod and hide her apprehension.

Lana had considered herself more sexually liberated than her younger sister until today. She hesitated taking Troy right away, instead guiding him to crawl into bed beside her. He palmed one of her full C-cup breasts, and she thrust her chest against him. Troy's other hand slipped between Lana's legs, cupping her pussy and teasing her clit with a big, long finger. Then he leaned in to kiss her, gently at first, but then he pushed his finger inside of her, and Lana opened her mouth to take his tongue. They kissed deeper with every second, and Troy's finger-fucking matched the intensity. Soon Lana was moaning non-stop. 

She rolled on top of him and slid down between his thighs. His hands moved up along her back, finally resting on her shoulders as she came face to face with the biggest dick she'd ever seen. She sucked a testicle into her mouth and sucked it slowly as she even more slowly stroked Troy's throbbing pole with both hands. His dick was so big that, even with her mouth in his nuts, she knew his tip was easily sticking well up over the top of her head. Right then she decided that, no matter how long it took, she was going to get one of Troy's trademark massive cum loads, so she took her time, stroking him, building up his reserves.

Beside the bed, Claire didn't know how to react. Seeing her sister suck Troy was both devastating and a turn-on. She worried that she was actively watching her fiancé slip away in the hands--and mouth--of another woman. And yet, surprisingly, she felt the same thing about Lana. Claire tried to push away her incestuous feelings, knowing they jeopardized her relationship with Troy, but she couldn't help but fear he might be inadvertently drawing her sister away from her.

"Claire," a voice said.

Claire snapped out of her depressed trance and looked to Troy, who waited for her response with his eyes while his face responded to the attention his testicles were getting. He motioned for Claire to come in bed beside him, and her heart lifted.

Of course! Claire hadn't fucked Troy's brothers in front of him as he watched. She took them all three at once. So if the playing field was to be leveled, that meant Lana would have to share Troy rather than have him to herself. Claire climbed onto the bed, showing her excitement with a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. Claire's fears weren't gone yet--if Lana decided to embrace her mean streak and steal Troy, Claire knew she couldn't compete sexually, something that had been proven time and time again. But at least now she was in the game.

As Claire and Troy's kiss grew more passionate, Claire slid her hand down his hard chest to his dick. Lana was already stroking him, but the big dick left room for four hands that size, so there was plenty that Claire could do for him as well. As Lana continued sucking his balls and stroking the middle of his dick, Claire grabbed his base and began jerking him up and down. Troy moaned at the feeling and the realization that he was getting two hand jobs at once. And then Lana gripped the tip of his dick with her other hand, and suddenly it was like he was getting three.

Troy moaned and cried out and gasped, but nothing excited him more than when Lana moved her hands on his hips, replacing them with her mouth. She sucked on his hot, fat, cum-leaking tip, bobbing on him up and down, going down so deep that she gagged, and yet her lips never even met Claire's hand still pumping him. He groaned as loud as ever and kissed Claire with the greatest intensity yet, but it wasn't until she heard Lana moaning that Claire realized her sister had moved things up a notch.

Not to be outdone, Claire broke the kiss and left a quick trail of light kisses down Troy's chest and stomach on her way to his dick. The sight of Lana slurping the cock made her boiling with passion; she couldn't decide what made her hotter, the sight of the giant, throbbing erection or the obvious pleasure her sister was getting from it. Claire gently took each of Troy's balls in a hand and massaged them as she began to lick and suck at the base of his cock. She felt and tasted the streams of saliva pouring down his length from her sister's mouth, and hoped that Troy didn't realize that not only was she not avoiding it, but she was hungrily licking and slurping at it as it came.

Troy didn't know about the saliva, but Lana did, and the idea of it struck her with such excitement that she trembled all over. She pulled her mouth off the cock and grasped the same length of it that she'd been sucking with both hands. She jerked the end of his slippery dick while dipping down to lick at him at the same level as Claire's mouth was, their tongues millimeters from meeting. 

This sensation proved to be too much, and Troy tensed and tightened, then began calling out warnings that he might soon cum. Both girls could tell he was conflicted about the need to release and the want to prolong this experience, so they decided for him. As much as they wanted to feel and taste his cum, they weren't nearly done yet, so they stopped stroking and sucking him, letting him catch his breath.

Troy took deep, long breaths as he fought back the orgasm, and as he did the sisters stared at each other, their glistening lips just inches a part with only a pulsing cock between them. The moment was just too perfect and so they kissed, a flicker of lips and tongue twirling into a wild motion of lust. They both tried to pull away before they got caught, but neither could do it. Despite their want to keep their love a secret, their need pulled them closer and closer. They swallowed at each other's tongues and sucked each other's lips until finally Claire had the sense to pull away. She was too on edge to simply give up and take a break--she had to transfer her lust to something equally satisfying--so she engulfed Troy's cock. He might have cum right then, but she squeezed his testicles tightly to help him back down.

As Claire held Troy's cock in her mouth, neither sucking nor bobbing, but just groaning like a woman gone mad, Lana slipped away and made her way to the head of the bed. She knew Troy's unit needed time to relax or it would shoot too soon, so she came up with something new to hold him off for a while.

On her knees with her back to the wall, Lana spread her legs and presented herself. Claire pulled off Troy and saw what her sister was up to. She and Troy moved around so that she was right next to Lana and in the same position. Troy knelt in front of them, two beautiful women, two wet, spread pussies, and four glistening, sweaty tits facing him. With the girls standing on their knees, they were in the perfect position not for eating, but for fingering. He cupped each of them, sliding a big middle finger into each pussy and finger-fucked them in unison. 

He kissed Claire first, but as soon as he did he felt Lana licking and sucking on his left ear. So he kissed Lana, a deep, wet, passionate kiss that lasted for over a minute before he felt Claire licking at his face. Both girls were moaning and gasping intermittently as he fingered them, and as time went by they moved their hands from his back or pecs down to his ass and testicles. Eventually both girls had a hand on his cock and stroked him firmly but slowly as the trio continued to switch back and forth with kissing.

Claire loved kissing her man, but these kisses were even better than usual because they had the distinct flavor of her sister's mouth. She devoured Troy's tongue and lips for more of this taste, and as soon as it was gone, she would release him back to Lana to build it back up. She didn't know but she did suspect that Lana was doing the same thing, and in fact she was. But Lana's kisses lasted longer because she was better able to taste her sister on Troy's mouth.

Finally it became too much for the women, and both were about to quit for fear of losing control when, to their delight, Troy bent down to suck on their tits. He added a second finger into each of their pussies as he took first Lana's tits in his mouth, then Claire's, going back and forth hungrily.

As soon as he had busied himself at their chests, the girls planted a solid kiss on each other's lips, their desires in perfect coordination. They kissed wetly and messily, licking each other's faces, getting far too carried away far too soon. Lana took hold of Troy's head, making sure he kept at her and Claire's breasts, not wanting him to suddenly look up and catch them consuming each other. The girls' moans grew louder, partly from the two fingers fucking each of them faster and faster, but mainly because they just couldn't get enough of each other.

Finally Lana felt Troy pushing against her hands, an indication that he wanted to move on beyond their breasts. He told them to lie down so he could eat them out back and forth as he had just sucked their tits.

But Claire didn't like that idea. She would've enjoyed it, but the problem was how much she would've enjoyed it. She had barely contained herself while he gave her chest attention with fingers fucking her. If he were to eat her out, there was no way she would be able to keep herself away from Lana.

"No," she said, hating what she was giving up, but knowing it was necessary. "I want you to fuck my sister."

Claire sat to the side as Lana and Troy got in position. Somehow they agreed on doggie style without saying a word to each other. Lana got on all fours on the bed, and Troy stood at the side of the bed. Knowing how big he was and correctly assuming Lana wouldn't be used to his size, he tried going in slow. But Lana was so hot and wet that she maneuvered to get him in faster. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let out a long, dead silent scream as he filled her more than she ever thought possible. Claire had to concentrate very hard to contain herself as she watched her sister's impossibly delicious expression of ecstasy. Even before he began stroking into her, Lana was swearing up a storm, begging and crying out how perfect it felt.

Troy slowly worked up a rhythm. Not only did he not want to hurt Lana, but he didn't want to shoot too soon, and with a pussy as good as this one, that would be hard work indeed. Holding Lana's tight little ass, he pumped into her, feeling her tight walls grip him and suck at him. Minutes went by, and he went faster and faster. Lana loved it, begging for more as she thrust her body back against him.

Claire couldn't imagine how hot Lana was at that moment. The combined lust for Troy's cock as well as each other had them dizzy with lust. Claire was so hot watching the scene that she herself had to concentrate on not climaxing. She was amazed Lana hadn't already.

Watching Troy fuck beautiful Lana was a Heavenly sight. Claire grew wetter still as she watched Lana's big, round breasts swinging beneath her. Lana also made little noises between her broken words and made the most irresistible faces as she fought back a premature orgasm. Finally Claire just couldn't take it. Her mind said no, but her body was moving on its own. She was terrified as she approached Lana, got down on all fours to meet her at eye level, and then took her sister's face in her hands and kissed her full on the mouth, hard and deep.

The hot, unexpected sight of this sent Troy into an instant orgasm. He lifted Lana up into his arms and fucked her against him aggressively. But Claire's lips never parted with that of her sister's. The two girls continued to kiss, even as Troy shoved so much thick cum into her body that she had an instantaneous orgasm just from the sensation of it. She screamed into Claire's mouth and thrashed against Troy, bucking and shaking and heaving in an unimaginable climax. 

Only seconds went by before Lana's pussy had been filled with cum, and now it was spilling out of her. Troy fucked his cock into the soaking mess he'd made for two more strokes before pulling out and dropping Lana back on the bed. On their sides, the sisters embraced and hungrily kissed as he jerked the last half of his hot load all over them. Streaks of cum splashed over their faces, into their hair, and onto their necks, shoulders, tits, and ribs.

The last of the cum was still dripping out of him when he pushed his gooey cock head into Claire's pussy. He didn't have to pump her or even go in more than a couple inches before he set her off, and as she did, she sunk lower onto him, growled into Lana's mouth, and then rolled on top of her. Claire smothered her sister with her kisses and her body, and Lana welcomed it as she struggled to return the favor. Still reeling in orgasm, the women frantically grappled at each other, smearing cum and swapping spit as the bewildered Troy looked on. They behaved less like humans and more like animals, driven by a carnal lust impossible to satiate.

They were still dining on each other's mouths and faces minutes later, apparently having forgotten that Troy was even still there. When Claire finally looked up at him, she didn't have to ask if her incestuous relationship frightened him. She clearly saw the lust and approval on his face. She also saw it on his erection.

While tempted to make use of the hard cock and go for another, ever more uninhibited round, Claire stood up off the bed and smiled to each of her lovers. They could do this all night, she explained, but there was also the matter of the two well-hung brothers in the next room, who had no doubt heard the sounds of one man and two women, but had been patient enough to wait their turn.




I Want You to Fuck My Sister



"Three's a crowd," she said, licking a glob of cum from her lip. "But five is a party!"

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FOR MORE STORIES featuring Claire and Lana, check out 'Lana and Claire Share Cock 1 and 2', 'The Only Thing Better Than a Big Cock...', and 'Tongue Bath'. 

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Claire, check out the above, as well as 'Cum Bath'.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Troy, check out 'The 'Only Thing Better Than a Big Cock..." and 'Cum Bath'.



I Want You to Fuck Your Sister



I still can't believe this happened. I've never been so ashamed of myself. For years I kept my distance from my sick brothers without a problem. I was over them, and I was over the whole idea that we should be spending holidays and birthdays and all that together. They were basically out of my life, and I was better off.

But then Troy, one of my younger brothers, got engaged. He and I don't talk, so I didn't even find out until an old friend from high school told me that my older brother, Will, was in town. He hadn't been back home for years, so I knew something was up. I ended up finding out that both he and my youngest brother Bryce had flown in to meet Troy's fiancée, some local girl named Claire. I was upset about not being told about the little reunion, and I guess that was partly why I wanted to see them all again. It's bad, I know. I wanted to crash their party. Remind them that I was still around.

So I show up at Troy's apartment, and sure enough everyone is there. Everybody was pretending to be nice and appropriate. Except Will. He doesn't pretend to begin with, but he and I sometimes get along--a little--so it was actually kind of nice to see him. Then I met Claire, who I guess was nice, even though I really wanted to hate her. I think I warmed to her only because she was obviously upset with Troy because he hadn't told her about me.

I didn't want to stay long. Even on good days, I haven't felt comfortable being with any of my brothers since high school. Not a lot of people know this about them, but they actually teamed up on one girl. They didn't rape her or anything. She was into it. But just the thought that my brothers did something like that is so awful. And it's embarrassing. That was a big part of why I tried cutting off my relationship with them. The more I hung out with them, the more people I would've met who would've not only known about that kind of stuff, but approved of it. I thought it was downright deplorable, and it made me sick to think I was related to such deviants.

There was one time where I thought maybe they were right to think of me as a prude. I suppose I fit the category; I go to church every week, I've never seen a pornographic book or magazine or movie in my life, nor do I want to, and for a long time I believed in abstinence until marriage. 

That whole abstinence promise, I have to admit, kind of deteriorates as you get older, so I finally did lose my virginity right after my 32nd. Birthday (I'm 36 now). But I've only had two partners. I'm not interested in, nor did I ever try oral or anal sex or anything kinky because it just doesn't interest me and I find the idea degrading. But when I did have sex, I admit that I liked it. I wanted to have it more. So I don't think I'm a cold fish, and I think that makes my opinion valid when I say that my brothers are wrong to treat their bodies, and other women's bodies, the way they did...and probably still do.

There were other problems, too. Especially with Troy. He was into everything bad for a long time. Drugs, sex with strange women, and he drank from sun-up till sun-down. He'd disappear for weeks at a time, then come back with some tattoo from Mexico, or God knows where. Bryce, the youngest of us, looked up to him and of course followed suit, so I hated Troy for that, too. We had a lot of fights until finally one day several years ago I had just had enough.

I had talked to him since that day a few times, but this was the first time I'd seen him since then. I still didn't say much to him, but I was happy to see that he seemed to be living a different life. He still had the tattoos, but he wasn't wearing rags anymore, his eyes weren't bloodshot and he seemed in good order. He even had an honest job--a career, no less. And Claire didn't seem the type to hang out with trash.

It was because of this difference that I stayed longer than planned. I thought things had changed. That was a huge mistake.

The problem actually started with Claire. She, too, a liking to me right away, and she snuck me off into the bedroom to talk privately. She wanted to know why Troy had kept me a secret, and since he would tell his side eventually, she wanted to know my side while I was here. I thought it was a great chance to explain myself, and hopefully warn her about who she was engaged to. They had only known each other a couple months, so it was likely she was naive about really knowing Troy. So I told her the whole story.

It was when I described finding out about my brothers teaming up on one girl that set things off. I could tell by Claire's reaction that she knew the story--and that it didn't bother her! I couldn't believe it. Maybe I was wrong to assume this, but I found myself guessing that she was probably a slut, too, since she was okay with this kind of thing. I tried to get past that moment, not wanting to pass judgment just yet, and so I said something to make sure she knew how truly disgusting I felt about the idea of three brothers having sex with the same girl at the same time. And the way Claire blushed and avoided eye contact after I said that told me even more. And then it just hit me. She had done it, too--let my brothers team up on her--and when I inquired about this, she admitted it!

I was sick and furious and I couldn't get out of there fast enough. In my haste, I couldn't remember where my purse was, and as I looked for it Troy asked what was wrong, and I...well, I guess I said some bad things too. I called his little Claire a slut, and that started things off. We started yelling again, and the whole time I'm trying to find my purse and nobody was helping me. They were all on Troy's side!

I just went crazy. I yelled at them and scolded them and told them not to bother inviting me to the wedding. I mean I really went at them. It was so bad that suddenly I found myself to be the only one still yelling, and I was so embarrassed and still so angry that I just left without my purse. Will and Bryce went after me, trying to explain things I guess, but I didn't want to hear them. I made sure they stopped following me when I got to the elevator because I wouldn't let them in, and fortunately another person was already in there. They didn't want to make a scene, so I guess they took the stairs, but I avoided them by getting off on the second floor, waiting around in the hall for a while, and then leaving.

I was out on the sidewalk when I realized that my car keys and all my money was in my purse. I couldn't even take a bus home. I decided to walk around a little and cool off, because there was no way I could go up there right away. I was still so angry and sickened. These people were old enough to know better. Stupid kids might be expected to do things like this, but older people should be mature enough to respect a wholesome relationship. And the worst thing about it was that Claire wasn't just some whore friend of theirs--she was Troy's fiancée!!

About an hour later I finally had calmed down enough to go back upstairs. I didn't want to see any of them, and fortunately I didn't have to because the door was unlocked. Just another example of how irresponsible these so-called "adults" were, leaving their door unlocked like that. I slowly opened the door, was relieved to find nobody in sight, and stepped inside. Just then I remembered where I must have left my purse--in the bedroom, where I was talking to Claire.

Everything was quiet and still. I wondered if they had all gone out to my house and try to talk to me. I hoped not, but just to be safe I decided I would hang out at a coffee shop for couple hours before going home. The bedroom door was open, and I rushed in, my eyes focused on the spot I knew I had left the purse--

And right next to my purse, my brother Troy was sitting on the bed naked, and Claire was kneeling before him. I saw his erect penis, and I was so startled that I screamed, which ruined any chance of me leaving again unnoticed.

Claire turned around and Troy looked up, both as surprised as I was. I wanted to run, to get out of there even if it meant walking home and having them mail my purse. But I couldn't move. My knees were shaking, but they wouldn't carry me away. And worst of all, even though I wanted to look away or close my eyes so badly that it gave me an instant headache, I couldn't take my eyes off Troy's penis. It was unavoidable. And it was so...big. Like it wasn't real. I felt sick, not in my stomach like I would have expected, but in my head, for I was very dizzy, and I slumped against the side of the door. I was in total shock.

I barely remember Claire, who still had her clothes on, rushing to me. She had a concerned look on her face, and she grabbed me, helped me up and guided me back out of the bedroom. My brother just stayed sitting on the bed, his penis still hard, and I kept looking at it until Claire guided me around the corner and into the bathroom. She led me to the bathtub, where she helped me get my head wet, then dried my wet hair. She also gave me a drink of water and some Aspirin.

Everything went blank after that, and I don't know for how long, but when I came to I was alone in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid, with a cool wash cloth on my forehead. I dropped it into the sink, still remembering everything that had happened and wanting to be out of there. I opened the door to leave, but stopped when I heard voices.

"Are you crazy? I'm not going to do that!" I heard Troy say. "I won't. You saw how she is. She doesn't want to even be on the same planet as me."

"And you saw what just happened," Claire said. "That reaction was a very clear message. Don't you want this feud to end? She's your sister. You should love her. Fight for her. This is about family."

"Yeah, that's the problem," Troy sighed. Then, "But what about you?"

"I'll leave. You don't need me in the way. I'd just make things more complicated. I already have."

"No," Troy demanded. "You're not leaving. I'm not going to send you away just because you think Faith might--"

"You're not sending me away. You and Faith will work things out or you won't. But I'm not going to be here."

And those were the last words Claire said before I heard her footsteps take her out the door. Suddenly I had a new sliver or respect for Claire. She was leaving Troy! And because of me!

It sounded bitchy even to me to be happy that I had, directly or indirectly, ruined their relationship--especially after Claire took care of me like she did after I had repeatedly called her a slut--but the way I saw it, this changed everything. Surely Troy would see the error in his ways now, and maybe he would start to grow up. I went into the bedroom to face him, to see if he was really going to apologize as Claire had demanded.

But I was shocked for the second time when I found him to still be sitting on the bed nude, his penis no longer hard, but still very big. I turned away (thank God I could do it this time!), but didn't leave the room. If things were going to change between us, it had to happen now, before either of us changed our minds.

"I think she's onto something," I said.

"You...you can't be serious..." Troy said in disbelief. "Did you really hear--"

"I know it isn't as simple as it all sounds, but I think things could work, Troy. It might take a while. But if you're willing to try this, and really put your heart into it..."

"I had no idea that this is what you wanted. It goes against your whole personality and everything I know about you!"

"You don't know anything about me," I said. "We haven't spoken in months. Haven't seen each other in years. And we live only a few miles apart."

"So you really want to try this?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about Claire. Sorry I called her those things. But I think we should do it not just for us, but for her, too."

I couldn't believe we were this close to starting to repair a lifelong feud. And all thanks to a morally questionable 26 year old woman who had just left my brother.

Because I was still looking away from my brother's naked body, I didn't know he was going to hug me until I felt his arms around me and his body against me. I was a bit startled because I knew he was still naked, but I didn't pull away because this hug represented so much progress, and I knew our experiment to patch things up was still hanging by a thread.

Troy had hugged me from behind, so I didn't have to close my eyes to avoid seeing his penis again, but as the hug lingered, it was what I felt that worried me. He was getting hard again! It was unmistakable, as I felt his big member growing up against my back side, right between my butt cheeks. I wanted to pull away, but again my legs wouldn't work. My body started shaking, and this warm rush fell over my body. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, but I couldn't deny it either--I was getting hot!

I knew it couldn't have been my brother. It was just that I hadn't had sex in a long time. And I was so overwhelmed by how big he was. Any woman would be flustered. It felt awful, but I thought that as long as no one knew why I wasn't pulling away, then no harm was done. And I knew, as shady as Troy was, he wasn't doing this to his own sister on purpose. It was probably just a typical male reaction. I had, after all, interrupted something very personal a few minutes earlier. Troy probably couldn't help it.

I felt his hands grab my coat, and he helped me off with it. I turned to take it from him, intending to walk it out to the living room and wait for him to get dressed and join me for our talk, but as soon as he was facing me, Troy was leaning in toward my face with his. It was a gentle move, but it was fast, and when the soft, brotherly kiss on the cheek I was expecting turned into a tongue licking at my ear, I stiffened. What in the heck was going on?! How could he be doing this?

But then I realized I wasn't the only one crossing lines. When I stiffened from the shock of feeling Troy's tongue on my ear, I instinctively grabbed something, as if to transfer my tension to help get a hold of myself. But the 'something' I grabbed happened to be his big, erect penis. It was hard and hot and even as I realized what I was touching, my fingers refused to let go. I didn't do anything else to him, and yet still I could feel him growing in my hand.

"Troy," I said breathlessly, but I didn't know what else to say. I didn't even know why I was saying it. I know I wasn't wanting to encourage him, and I know I needed help to break out of my trance, but I don't know how saying his name was going to achieve that, especially with the tone in which I said it.

"Is this what you want?" Troy whispered into my ear, saying it just as he placed a hand on my sweatshirt over my breast, lifting it slightly and gently squeezing.

I couldn't believe it. I was so confused that I could only hope what he was doing to my ear was just as confusing to him, and that this was all some suspension of reality. But that question told me he knew what he was doing, that maybe he had total control of it, and worst of all, that he was assuming I wanted something to happen!

But even as I fought to spit out the words to stop him, my hand, still with a mind of it's own, stroked his big dick not once but two long, hard times. The tip of his erection rubbed against my tummy.

Troy swirled his tongue in my ear, sending sparks down my spines, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to end this. I clearly visualized myself pulling away, running out the door, and never seeing my brothers ever again...but I also knew that before I left, I had to kiss him. As greatly as I wanted to terminate this situation, I felt like it couldn't be done without a kiss on the lips. I couldn't justify it then, or now, but my body wanted it, and my mind agreed, for some reason, that it was necessary.

I turned my face to his and we kissed.

I had imagined it to be quick, a sly slip of the tongue, and then nothing more, but as soon as I felt my brother's wet lips against mine, I couldn't get enough. I invaded his mouth with my tongue and let his enter mine, and all while I stroked his dick slowly and firmly below.

"Stop it," I said, and this was also a surprise, because I don't recall ever deciding to say it. "Stop it. Stop it!" But even as my words grew firmer, I reached down with my other hand, grabbed Troy's erection and stroked his giant beast with both hands clenched tight.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked weakly, the question directed at myself as much as it was my brother.

Maybe what I said got to him, or maybe he was finally coming to his senses, but Troy suddenly stopped kissing on me, and his hand left my chest.

"I don't think I can do this," he said somberly.

I didn't know what to say. Or do. This was the escape I wanted, but I couldn't bring myself to let go of his dick, though, as my head spun, I at least had ceased stroking it.

Troy sensed my hesitation and my inability to back off. I felt terrified, and hopefully that was what he was assuming about me. So he put his hands on mine and gently pried my fingers off of him.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice shaky. "We can't..."

And it was at that moment that my blood started to pump through my body with an energy and heat I had never felt before. I was on the verge of tears, not out of sadness but out of love, because for the first time in years, I felt like Troy actually cared about me--he was putting what he thought my needs were before his own desires--and he had just apologized for something. He felt like a true, loving brother right then, and I didn't want the moment to end.

As soon as my hands were free of his dick, I reached for him again, wanting to keep this closeness. I grabbed hold of his huge, warm testicles with both hands and held him firmly. And then I leaned forward and kissed his naked chest. I was shaking so bad that Troy grabbed me to help steady me.

At that moment I was lost. I knew I wanted this, but I also knew I would regret it. Even as I held his heavy testicles in my hands, I was repulsed by the reality of it. But stopping somehow didn't seem to be an option, yet I had no idea what to do next.

I was still trying to make sense of this all when I felt Troy's hands leave my shoulders and grab the waist of my pants. He fumbled at the button and zipper, undoing them and then yanking them down off my hips and past my thighs until they dropped down to my feet on their own. And so I stood there next to my naked brother wearing my jeans around my ankles and a pair of white panties.

I still didn't know what to do. I had no intention of taking my hands off his balls, possibly because I feared I wouldn't have the nerve to stick around if I did. I needed him to make the next move, and I looked up into his eyes to give him that signal. As I now look back, making eye contact with him at that moment should have been hard, but at the time I thought nothing of it, and when I seen him looking back at me, I trembled.

The next thing I felt was Troy's big hand against my tummy, the palm flat against me, and then he slid it downward, fingers first, under the waistband of my panties. He cupped his hand over my vagina. His fingers were long, and in fact the tip of his middle finger rested frighteningly close to my butt hole while the meat of his hand pressed against my clitoris. I grew light-headed at his touch, my legs became rubber, and I had to let go of his testicles so I could grab his body for support. 

He caught me with his free arm as I fell. I wanted to help him by standing back up, but my legs just wouldn't work. I felt his hand slip further between my legs--his fingers actually wrapped around and were on my butt while his palm pressed against my vagina, and he used that hand to lift me and his other hand to balance me as he carried me to the bed.




I Want You to Fuck Your Sister



On the way to the bed, I became aware of the horrified expression of my face, and I tried to change it to appear more in control. But as I was not in control, I could only make different terrified faces, and could not get rid of them.

He laid me on the edge of the bed, then slipped my panties off and crouched at the side of the bed between my legs. I knew what he was going to do, but I tried to make myself believe that I didn't. It was something I had purposely avoided all my life, and yet here, in the hands of my very own brother, I was genuinely intrigued at the thought of having a mouth on me between legs.

Troy kissed me high on my inner thigh, and my whole body responded. I coiled and thrust on the bed, tearing briefly at the comforter. At first my eyes were closed, and then they were on the ceiling, but as he kissed his way up my thigh, I decided that I wanted to see this. I wanted to see Troy lick my pussy.

I looked down toward him just as his eyes rose over the top of my bushy mound. He didn't look like a kid in a candy store. He looked scared, like I was, and like he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, but because of some inexplicable need.

When his tongue touched me, I shook, shuddered, and tightened. I went into tiny little spasms. I had no choice but to tightly shut my eyes, breathe long and deep, and concentrate to stop myself from having an orgasm right then.

I had played with myself down there before. I knew the right touch felt incredible. But I had no idea I could ever feel like I did at that moment as my brother licked and kissed my pussy. Every touch seemed like it was setting off fireworks inside my body. I shrieked out loud with every movement of his tongue against me. But as good as I felt, I was still sensing regret because I feared that now that I had tried this, I might not be able to stop. I had gotten this far by telling myself everything that happened was about today, and about the moment--that afterwards I would go back to my normal life--but now I wasn't so sure.

I put my hand on my brother's head and held him to me as I cried out while his tongue dipped inside of me.

"I've never done this before," I said between gasps. I wasn't sure what I wanted him to do with that information, but I felt he needed to know. Maybe he would make it better somehow. Maybe he would back off to help me last longer. Whatever he did, I trusted him to give me the best. I was shaking and sweating in anticipation.

He changed his technique, suddenly concentrating on my clitoris, and I don't know how I didn't explode right then. His touches were soft and slow, helping to build me up until I was intending to beg loudly for him to just finish me, but the only words I could form were unintelligible. When I thought I could take no more and I felt an orgasm fast approaching, he stopped.

"Have you ever given head before?" he asked me, his voice deep, husky. I didn't, nor could I, answer. I was panting on the bed, disappointed that I hadn't reached that peak, tortured by the intense pleasure still buzzing through me. He must have taken my non-response as a "no", because the next thing he said was, "Do you want to?"

I handled him rather than answered him, pulling him by guiding him with my hand on the back of his head. I wasn't even sure I wanted to do it, I just knew I had to do something, and, because he had suggested it, "giving head" was the only thing I could think of. It would be another first for me, and I wasn't confident I was even in the correct position to do it. Should I be on my back like I was, or should he be? Did it matter? 

Fortunately Troy knew what he was doing, and he helped me off with my sweatshirt but left my bra on as he straddled me, letting me stay on my back as he brought his crotch up over my face. Seeing his penis like this up close was more than intimidating. I knew I couldn't fit it all in my mouth. He was at least nine inches--at least--and very thick, with bulging purple veins and a little drip of milky fluid dangling from his tip. When I didn't take him into my mouth right away, he rubbed his length against my face, ending with his hot, heavy balls rolling over my lips. It was there that he stopped, and so I took his offering, opening my mouth wide and letting his testicles drop in. They were so big that I couldn't even fit them both, but I sucked on what I could get, and his moaning told me I was doing all right.

I wasn't repulsed like I had expected, though I wasn't really sure what I ever thought sucking balls would be like, because I honestly hadn't given it much reflection. They were warm, they tasted clean, and the flesh felt great on my lips and tongue. And I wasn't just tolerating their presence in my face--I was enjoying it! The fact that my brother and I were doing this should have been more than enough to get me to stop and run away, but I couldn't help but realize that, as wrong as I knew it was, I wanted to do this. I stretched open my mouth until both testicles were in, and I sucked them and massaged them with my tongue. I even caught myself unconsciously trying to swallow them down, and I was glad such a thing was physically impossible, because if it weren't, by the time I discovered this, I would have suffocated.

I next noticed that I had placed my hands on my brother's butt, and I was squeezing and rubbing him and holding him to me. My fingers slipped into his crack, and I grabbed his firm cheeks as tightly as I could. My tongue become over-excited and accidentally pushed Troy's balls out of my mouth and they slipped up and plopped wetly onto my face, resting on either side of my nose. And then--even though it felt like an embarrassing thing to do, but I just had to do it--I lapped at his balls lick a child licks at big lollipop.

Troy moaned his approval, but then he started moving his body down, drawing his testicles over my chin and bringing to my lips his hard, smooth shaft. I sucked and licked and kissed it at as he slowly slid it by, and by the time his fat tip reached my lips, I knew just what to do, though I still couldn't believe I could bring myself to do it. I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked it.

I didn't expect to be good at this since I had no prior experience and never before had interest in sucking a dick. At first I concentrated just on the head, sucking it with just my lips as if it was a really big nipple and I was a starving infant. But then I realized how much of my brother's penis I was ignoring, so I gradually worked more into my mouth until I couldn't comfortably fit anymore. I had to start bobbing on him, and his moaning was telling me that I was getting the hang of it. I was glad I was pleasing him like he pleased me, but I was also very nervous about this position. I absolutely did not want him to ejaculate in my mouth, so I decided not to go too wild. I found a comfortable technique and just repeated, and from Troy's groans he seemed not to mind.

It wasn't long when I began to taste something that hadn't been there before. It was a sweet taste, and it was strange, and then I knew it must be pre-cum. This should have scared me off, because I knew if I was causing this, then the real thing might not be far behind, but I found myself suck harder and bob faster in spite of my desires. I even heard myself moan--loudly.

More than anything, the moan scared me. Terrified me. It confirmed to me that I wasn't just going through the motions. I wasn't even just enjoying this. I was actually into it! Despite all the things going through my head and all the years of happily avoiding this kind of thing with any man, much less my own brother, I was craving this. I was craving...cock. My pussy was aflame with need. I wrestled pre-cum out of my brother's cock head with the tip of my tongue and swallowed it down hungrily. God, I was hot. But I also knew this had to stop. Things had gone too far for too long.

"I don't want to do this," I said, beginning to gently sob from this emotional Hell as I finally found the strength to pull my brother's cock out of my mouth. But I needed no prodding from him to put that dick back between my lips just as quickly. In addition, I started jerking off the massive length that wouldn't fit in my mouth with my hand. First one hand, then both of them.

I tried telling myself there was a reason for jerking him with my hands, like that it took away from what my mouth was doing, and so it wasn't quite so bad. But I knew. I always knew. I was jerking him off because I wanted to feel him cum. And I wanted to taste it.

No sooner had I come upon this revelation when I heard Troy yell out, followed by the sensation of a hot, powerful gushing in my mouth. It was so unexpected that I had no choice but to swallow--swallow so I could clear my throat to scream. I called out to communicate so many things, among them fear, shame, surprise, but not the least of all was pleasure.

With that first surprise gush--which nearly filled my mouth before I swallowed it down--the rest of me froze in panic. I stopped jerking my hands and I stopped sucking; my mouth hung loose around Troy's dick. I knew I should have kept moving, but I left it up to him because I was just too overwhelmed. He pushed my hands away, replaced it with one of his own, and jerked himself off frantically. More and more cum poured into my mouth. This being my first oral experience and also my first sexual experience without a condom, this was the first time that a man's gooey, white sperm entered my body, and I nearly had an orgasm as that reality hit. 

Even with my inexperience, I knew the amount that my brother was spilling into me was abnormally large. I only swallowed that first time, but the rest of the time my body reacted the way my mind had been all my life told to. I rejected the sperm, not out of disgust but just because I didn't know how to handle this immense moment. I closed off my throat, letting huge, churning spurts of cum collect in my mouth until I thrashed my tongue to lift it up and out of my mouth. It streamed down between the corners of my lips, then down across my cheeks. And Troy was still draining himself.

His jerking became more intense, and his dick moved out of my mouth and hovered over my face, even as more cum shot with surprising force. I twisted my head back and forth to try and dodge it, but all I succeeded in doing was letting cum plaster me from ear to ear, from my forehead to my chin. It was all hot, and as more splattered on, my gooey mask became increasingly heavy.

Strong blasts were still spewing out of him--this I could see with my half-opened left eye which hadn't yet been completely drizzled with sperm. I was still in panic mode, and I was scared this might go on forever, so I reached up and grabbed him, catching a string of sperm in my palm. I didn't jerk him; I just held his slippery cock head in my hand, waiting for it to be over. But as cum continued to pulse into my palm and dribble down my wrist and between my fingers, lust took over once again. Before I knew what was happening, I had that dick back in my mouth. It seemed less scary now, as the cum shots had finally slowed and the goo only dripped out. But I sucked on the cock hard, and I swallowed everything it gave me.

That only managed to stave off my dread for about a minute though, because soon I was overwhelmed with alarm. I was drenched with my own brother's cum from the neck up. I could feel it, smell it, and taste it. After releasing his cock one more time, I dared not open my mouth again, or my eyes, or even move my head. I didn't know what I was afraid of; I just knew I was afraid. My breathing grew rapid and shallow. I was on the verge of a panic attack. And as I tried to mentally calm myself, I decided that cum was the least of my troubles. I had just blown my brother! My God!

I began to sob again, which was hard since I made sure to keep my mouth closed, but then I felt Troy climb off me. I couldn't think of anything he might do that would make this better. I almost wanted him to just leave me forever, because the last thing I wanted was to have to look at him through eyes whose lashes were loaded with his seed.

But then I felt him enter me, and all of my fear was instantly replaced with passion. He didn't enter me all the way, thank God, but he could have. I was so wet. I'd never been that wet before. I'd never been that full before. God, when he was in my mouth I knew he was huge, but I bet only a third of my brother's cock was in my pussy, and I hoped he didn't dare to put in more. The pleasure I was feeling was indescribable, and I instinctively sat up to clutch at him, to hold him to me as he fucked me. Even as I moved up, his hands unclasped my bra, freeing before his eyes my 34D breasts for the first time. 

My thick mask of cum spilled off of me; some dripped from my ears and hair to my shoulders and down my back, but most fell in a single, slick sheet across my big breasts, drenching the hard nipples and dripping onward down my stomach toward the spot where out bodies met and pumped together.

It was just an instant before the stream of cum hit my pussy and I could hear it gush noisily as it joined our fucking that I finally hit orgasm. I hugged against my brother, burying my face in his chest, and he was actually holding me up in his arms, thrusting me against him. Cum dripped off my body from everywhere as I shook and snapped, all the while screaming like I didn't care who heard me. I couldn't control any part of my body or my mind for at least a minute, but as soon as I could I pushed my slippery, naked chest up against my brother, rising to meet him face to face, and I kissed him hard but quick, for this started up another orgasm. He kept fucking me until I was so worn out that I could neither scream nor even move. I never wanted him to stop.

There were two reasons I never wanted him to stop. One was because it felt so incredible. The other was because, the sooner it was all over, the sooner I'd have to face the reality of what had just happened. This was monumental. Even if, somehow, things between Troy and I became fine and normal, I, myself would still know, and that would be enough to destroy me. Already I was afraid to be alone. But I didn't want to be near any other people, either.

I don't know what I would've done if it had been up to me, so it was fortunate that Troy decided what to do with me after he finally pulled out just after my last orgasm. He was still hard, and he hadn't cum since unloading on my face, so I knew he could have continued, but he must have seen that I had had my fill, physically and mentally. He laid me in his bed, not seeming to care that I was getting sperm all over his sheets, comforter, and even pillows (then again, it was his sperm).

And then it dawned on me that I wasn't caring that I still had his sperm all over me.

He left the room without a word, shutting the door behind him.

I might have worried myself to death if I hadn't fallen asleep about three seconds later. Or did I pass out?

Which brings me to now.

I awoke to moonlight instead of sunlight coming in through the closed window shades. The bedroom door is still closed, but I can hear sounds coming from the other room. Voices. Troy's voice for sure...and Claire's. I can't believe what happened. I'd rather lay here until I die than face it. Maybe I should have never let it stop. After all, even though I know it was wrong, and even as I did it I knew I was doing wrong, I was also happy. Maybe I could have just kept on fucking my brother for the rest of life so I'd never give my head a chance to clear. That does seem like the better solution, because as things stand I have to face what happened; a terrible truth to realize, especially when, in the back of my head, I know it can never happen again...

Claire's presence confuses me. I thought she was leaving him. I tried to replay their conversation over in my mind, and I keep coming to that conclusion. And then I started to focus on the first thing I heard Troy say: "Are you crazy? I'm not going to do that!"

I hadn't heard what Claire had said to set him off, though it had seemed pretty clear at the time that she wanted him to apologize. But I had only heard a murmur of sounds coming from her. No clear words. I sounded out possibilities in my head, trying to match them up with the garbled sound I remembered hearing.

"I want you to apologize." No. Not it.

"I want you to say you're sorry." No. Still not it.

"I want you to talk with your sister." Closer. But not there.

I sighed. It seemed useless. And then it hit me like a brick wall...

"I want you to fuck your sister."

Yep. That was it.

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I Want You To Hurt Me, Baby...



Baby,

I am writing you this letter because I don't have the nerve to tell you to your face. Our love life has been very satisfying, but sometimes I crave something else. You are always so sweet and gentle with me, like I am as fragile as a flower. When you aren't home, I lie in bed dreaming of you and what I would really like you to do to me...

I see you walk in the door and you catch me just as I am getting ready to go out with friends. I am wearing my sexiest push up bra that just barely covers my full breasts and matching thong. You have an angry expression on your face and I ask you what's the matter. You reply with I can't believe you are wearing that to go see friends, is that all you are up to tonight. I am shocked at this sudden display of jealousy and try to come up with a clever remark but can only stammer in shock. This angers you even more and the next words out of your mouth shock me even more... I always knew you were a tramp, it's high time I started treating you like one.

You quickly cross the distance between the bedroom door and the bed and grab me tightly by the arms. You roughly pull me towards you and start to ravish my mouth. This is so unlike all of our previous kisses... It's almost as if you are trying to inhale me and punish me at the same time. You aggressively thrust your tongue in my mouth and stroke it across mine. I can't help but moan as you scrape your teeth down my neck. I know there will be marks but I can't care, it feels too good. You shove me down on the bed and I feel a bit dazed. You reach down and yank my panties off then carelessly toss them across the room. You reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, it too lands unceremoniously on the floor. I am lying on the bed naked and you stand above me fully clothed surveying my naked body like a barbarian and I am yours to do with as you please. You smirk when you see that my nipples have hardened under your stare and that I have a rosy flush stealing up my chest. 

You reach for your belt and start to remove it slowly and are pleases by the sudden look of fear on my face. I try to dart off the bed but you grab me by the ankle and easily pull me back. You loop the belt around my wrists and tightly secure it to the bed post. I am totally at your mercy and have never been more turned on in my life. The tinge of fear in the pit of my stomach, the uncertainty, all adds to the growing passion inside of me. You carefully unbutton your shirt like you have all the time in the world, then your pants and boxers come next. I am left exposed on the bed. 

You lower your hand to my breast and start to caress it softly. As I close my eyes and sigh softly you decide to change things up and pinch my nipple cruelly. My eyes fly open in shock and I suck in my breath. You give a little chuckle and repeat your actions on my other breast. You then lower your mouth to my aureola and lave so deliciously what you had just treated so roughly. Then you bite and lave down my stomach and I am arching uncontrollably under this onslaught of sensation. You carefully make your way down past my belly button, but you stop just short of where I am aching for your touch.

You take one finger and slowly rub me where I need it the most. At this point I am ready to beg and as you continue to tease my wetness I proceed to do so. You ask me why I think a slut like me deserves such pleasure, but at this point I am beyond speech and can only respond with breathy moans. Your kneel between my widespread thighs and contemplate your next move. You take both of my legs and place them on your shoulders. I am totally exposed to you now and my eyes are pleading with you to give me what I need most.

With one hard thrust you penetrate me fully. You are so hard, I feel like I have never been this full. The sensation is almost painful but the pleasure is to great for me to care. You continue thrusting greedily, as if my satisfaction means nothing to you. However my cries let you know full well that I am thoroughly enjoying myself and with every stroke you bring me closer to the precipice.

I feel this intense pressure starting deep inside as you increase your pace even more. Now you too are moaning and I feel you grow even bigger inside me and I know you are getting close too. As I feel your seed splash against the walls of my womanhood I shatter inside and my pulsations cause you to groan as I shudder in my completion. 

As we both struggle to catch our breaths, you tenderly untie my hands and fold me in your embrace. You gently kiss the top of my head and I snuggle in closer to you and I thank you for the most amazing experience of my life and you whisper back a very gruff your welcome