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Our Little Secret

By: NaughtyBrwnEydQT



As we pulled into the driveway I could feel the butterflies in my stomach and a lump swell up in my throat. I always felt this way when I knew I would get to see her. I never knew what to expect from her. She always seemed to surprise me. My cock seemed to always be semi-erect when she was around...and no wonder...she teased me endlessly with those low cut shirts and that little bikini with her breasts spilling out the top and sides. I longed to pull the string around her neck and let them bounce free from their tight binding. What I wouldn't do to feel them up against me..to take her nipples into my mouth and suck on them. Ok..I need to have some self control. She is going to notice the bulge in my shorts as soon as she takes one look at me.

I got out of the car and grabbed my towel. I couldn't wait to get to the pool area where she was. As I rounded the corner I could see her on a shiny float in the middle of the pool with her sunglasses on shading her eyes from the bright rays beaming down on her voluptuous body. The suntan oil was glistening over every inch of her that wasn't covered by the scanty suit she always wore. My bulge was getting bigger by the second.

My aunt greeted me with a wave as she slid off of the float into the water. The suit she had on was so pale pink that I could almost see through it as she climbed the ladder and got out of the pool. I noticed that her nipples were erect and the suit clung to her womanhood as she walked towards me. I could hardly keep my eyes from drifting down between her legs. She put her arm around me and gave me a hug. She grinned at me and told me to jump in and cool off while she went to pour us some tea.

I eagerly jumped in the pool and swam a couple of laps while Aunt Sherry went into the house. The cool water tingled on my perspiring body and I could feel my cock begin to shrink. Thank goodness for that..how embarrassing it would be if my aunt seen my hard-on! My arms were quickly tiring when my aunt strode back out with two big glasses of iced tea on a tray. I walked over to the side of the pool and when she bent down I had an excellent view of her cleavage as she handed me my glass. I took a big gulp and handed it back to her. I watched as she sauntered over to a lounge chair and stretched out. When I felt it was safe to get out of the water I climbed the ladder and walked over to where she was. I noticed her looking at me over the top of her sunglasses. She smiled and winked at me as I sat down in the chair next to her. I was curious as to why I was the only one there when I was sure she had told me a few of my cousins were coming over to swim too.

"Aunt Sherry, is Devon and Seth coming over to swim too?"

"No, honey, they had to both work late. I guess it is just you and me this afternoon. Is that ok?"

Well of course that was ok..any time alone with Aunt Sherry was okay. 

We sat and chatted about the classes I would be taking at the University in the Fall. I would be an hour and a half away from home. I wasn't sure yet what I was going to major in but I did plan on partying quite a bit. It was going to be the first time for me to be away from home. My parents were somewhat on the strict side so I didn't get out much..plus..I was shy..I only dated 2 girls throughout high school and I was still a virgin. 

I finished my tea and started to put my t-shirt and shoes on. I was disappointed to have to go but I needed to get home and finish some college admission papers that had to be mailed the next day. As I stood up Aunt Sherry was staring at me.

"Chase, honey, your Uncle Lennie won't be back from his trip till Saturday and I've been needing to mow the lawn. Do you think you could show me how to start the machine? I'm having trouble keeping it started. I checked the gas and it was full so I don't know what the problem is."

I smiled at my aunt to let her know that I didn't mind a bit to help her. As she got up she bent over to pick up her tea and sunglasses. Her suit was pulled quite tight over her rounded ass cheeks and I was imagining myself going up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. She raised up and turned around and was smiling at me again as she told me to follow her into the house.

We went into the house and she told me to make myself comfortable. 

"My shorts are still a little wet. Do you have a towel I can sit on?"

"Oh, well I bet your Uncle Lennie has some shorts that would fit you. You can change into them. There is no sense in you wearing wet shorts the rest of the afternoon."

My aunt quickly left the room and returned with a pair of navy blue basketball shorts. The silky kind that has the little "breather" holes in the material. I took the shorts and went to the bathroom to change. I didn't have any underwear to put on so I was a little concerned about her seeing my cock. I put them on and looked in the mirror. Damn..if I get an erection she will definitely be able to see it. With no other solution...I opened the door and went back to the living room where my aunt was waiting on me. 

"Let me see Chase. Do the shorts fit ok?"

"Yes they do."

"Come closer. I can't see that far away."

As I walked closer to her I could see her eyes roaming over my already hairy chest. I had just turned 18 and looked quite a bit older than I actually was. I was self-conscious about going without a shirt and I had to shave my face every other day already. I was curious to know what was going through Aunt Sherry's mind.

"They seem to fit just perfect. You sure do have a hairy chest for your age, Chase. Looks like you are going to take after your dad's side of the family."

"I guess so," I said as my face flushed.

"Now it is my turn to get out of my wet suit. I'll be right back."

As I watched her start to walk away she quickly turned around with a sly grin on her face. 

"And no peeking," she said with a wink.

My mind was racing. Was she wanting me to peek? Did she want me to see her changing out of her wet suit? Oh how I wanted to see her naked! I stretched my neck so I could see her sweet ass sway back and forth as she walked down the hallway to her room.


My curiosity got the best of me as she was gone for quite some time. I softly walked down the hall and towards her bedroom. Her door was half open as I quietly walked up and poked my head around the corner so I could have a slight view of inside. I could see her through the mirror on her closet door. She was completely naked. Her breasts full and her hips so round with her ass sticking out slightly. She had her arms raised getting something off of the top shelf. My cock was instantly hard. I could see her nipples poking out like pencil erasers. The door creaked and I quickly moved my head back. I couldn't think of how I was going to explain what I was doing here at her door.

"Aunt Sherry, are you ok?"

"Yes sweetie, I'm fine. Do you need something?"

"I..I..just wanted to check on you. You have been back here for a while," I stammered. 

I could feel the heat rising in my neck and face. I couldn't believe I was almost caught. I need to control myself!

"Chase, sweetie, were you peeking at me?"

"Um..uh..no..no I wasn't. I really was worried that something was wrong."

"It's ok, Chase. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone."

She walked to the door and opened it wide. There she was completely naked in front of me. I cannot believe this is happening. My cock is hard and poking straight out in front of me. There was no way I could hide it.

Aunt Sherry took my hand and led me into her room and over to the bed. She instructed me to sit down.

"Now Chase, is this a better view for you?"

"Yes, it is," I told her as my eyes darted down to the floor. I was embarrassed and in shock.

"It's ok. You can look. No one will know. This will be our little secret."

She put her hand on my chin and brought my face up. My eyes were staring right into hers. I was so nervous I thought I was going to pass out.

"You are beautiful. Your body is so s-s-exy," I studdered.

"Well thank you, dear," she said with a smile.

Her breasts were much larger than what I had noticed before. They were like melons. Definitely more than a mouthful. Her pussy lips were bare with only a small tuft of dark curly hair at the top. Her legs were tan and shapely.

"Have you never seen a naked woman before outside of magazines?"

"No, I..uh..haven't," I managed to say.

"Oh really," she purred. "Now that you have seen me, maybe you should pull off your shorts and let me see you."

I could not believe this was happening. She wanted me to take off my shorts. She wanted to see my cock. I wasn't sure how to handle the situation. I wasn't experienced at all with anything remotely close to this. I was still a virgin!

She pulled at my hand and I stood up facing her. She reached down with her hands and gently tugged my shorts down to my ankles. There I stood in all my glory..my cock standing at attention. She stepped back as if to take in the full view. Her eyes were darting up and down my body.

"My, my Chase. You're cock is very nice," she cooed as she grasped my cock with her silky hand and began to fondle my balls. I could feel the heat rising in my body. My legs were trembling at the slightest touch from her.

"Is this okay, Chase? I wouldn't want to do anything that you don't want to do."

"Uh..uh yes..it's ok..it's great. I like to feel you touching me."

"Here, Chase, I want to feel you touch me, " she said as she placed my hand on her heaving breast. I could feel her heart beating as my hand began to knead the soft flesh beneath it.

I raised my other hand to the opposite breast and began to massage them both at the same time. Her nipples were hard and poking out begging to be sucked. I wanted to nibble on them. Suddenly I found myself bending my head towards that pink peak and taking the nipple between my teeth. She moaned as I began to suck and lick one nipple..then the other one. "Oh yes, Chase, just like that. Put it back between your teeth and gently bite it."

I did as I was instructed and the response that I received made my cock twitch.

"Oh God, yes..harder...Mmmm..just like that...Now do the other one."

I continued biting and teasing her nipples for quite some time. I didn't mind though. I was really enjoying hearing the sounds she was making and she seemed to really like it too.

She softly pushed my head away and looked at me with passion flaming in her eyes. She climbed onto the soft mattress and laid flat on her back. Her legs were spread and I could see an abundance of moisture on her mound..her lips looked puffy..and there was a little bud poking out from it's hiding place. I wondered what she was going to want me to do next. I had already decided whatever it was I was going to do it.

"Come here, Chase. I want to feel your naked body against mine."

I hesitated not knowing what to expect. 

"C'mon sweetie, it's ok."

I climbed on top of her and laid there with my hands on either side of her head so I could balance myself as to not crush her. I could feel her tits up against my chest..feel the heat eminating from her body and a wetness from between her legs. 

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips towards hers and we kissed. Her tonuge slithered between my lips and began a tango with mine. My mind was racing. This is the first girl, I should say woman, that I had ever kissed like this. I could feel all of the nerves in my body tingling with excitement. 

As her tongue continued to battle with mine she pushed me over until my back was against the soft cotton sheets. She was straddling my body and I could feel my erect cock against her heated pussy. Her tounge began to dart in and out of my mouth urgently. 

"Chase, honey, has a girl ever had your cock in her mouth?"

"N-no. I have never had that done before."

"Would you like for me to do that for you? Would you like for Aunt Sherry to suck your cock?" She was already stroking me as she asked me this. Of course I wanted her to suck me!

"Yes, please. Please suck me." 

She slid down between my legs with her knees resting on the floor. Her head was tilted where I could watch as she took the length of my cock into her mouth slowly. Her pouty red lips were teasingly moving up and down my rod while her hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed them. I watched as the tip of her tongue coated my shaft with her saliva. She carefully gripped my cock with her hand and moved it up and down in sync with her mouth. I could feel my cum building up and I knew I was going to explode. I couldn't contain the moans and grunts that were coming from deep within my teenage body. My hips were thrusting to meet her strokes. 

"Aunt Sherry," I breathed heavily. "I'm going to shoot my load."

"Go ahead baby, it's ok. Aunt Sherry likes to swallow cum."

She began to stroke and suck me faster..pumping my cock into her mouth. As the pleasure overtook me I shot my first load into her mouth. I could see her trying to swallow my thick white liquid. A few drops escaped from between her lips and landed onto her tits. As my jerking subsided she removed my cock from her mouth and licked her lips.

"That was quite a load you shot, Chase. Aunt Sherry could hardly swallow fast enough. You taste delicious!"

"Uh..thank you. I really liked that alot." 

What was I suppose to say to my gorgeous aunt after she had sucked my cock? I was speechless. I had just came in a girl's mouth..uh..a woman's mouth...my aunt's mouth..I can't believe all of this is actually happening.

As my aunt stared up at me she had a twinkle in her eyes and a seductive smile on her face. I knew she wasn't finished with me..at least I hoped she wasn't.

"Chase..Aunt Sherry needs fucked. Do you think you can help me with that?"

"Well..uh..yes..I think I can. But..I..um..have never fucked a girl either. I'm still a virgin."

Oh yes..the moment of truth..still a virgin at age 18.

"MMmmm...still a virgin? There's nothing wrong with that Chase. I'd be more than delighted to break you in...so to speak."

At that second she pushed me to the bed and climbed on top of me. She straddled my body and carefully slid down on my cock. It was a feeling like no other. The pulsing wet tunnel engulfing my manhood. So this was what all the talk is about.

"Oh my God, Chase, your cock feels good. Mmm...it feels so good inside of me."

Her rocking became faster and faster and her moans got louder as she began to writhe and throw her head from side to side. I thought she might be close to orgasm as I could feel her inner walls gripping my cock tighter and tighter. My own orgasm was near its peak as I could feel that familiar tightening again. 

She placed her hands on my chest to steady her balance and began to ride my cock like she was on a bucking bull. I was so amazed at this woman straddling my cock that I could not take my eyes from her. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and I began to tease her nipples. Those stiff points were begging to be sucked so I lifted my head and took one..then moved over to the other.

"Yes, Chase, suck them harder. Oh yes..yes..just like that...harder...Mmmm....you're gonna make me cum!"

As the last of those words trailed from her mouth she threw her head back..her body rocking back and forth on my cock as fast as she could...and yelled out a moan that I knew for sure the neighbors heard.

"Don't stop Aunt Sherry...I'm..I'm...I'm gonna cum too...

My second load exploded into my aunt as she continued the assault on my body. I grabbed her hips with my hands and kept moving her body till I could feel the last drop of my jism shoot into her. She collapsed on top of me with those exquisite breasts crushing against my chest. We were both gasping for breath as our descent back to reality continued.

"Chase, baby, do you realize what just happened?"

"Yes, Aunt Sherry, I do."

"You know we can never let anyone know our little secret. They wouldn't understand."

"I know, and I will never tell anyone. I'm not like that."

"Did you enjoy having your cock rode for the first time by your Aunt Sherry?"

"Oh yes, yes I did. That was awesome. Thank you."

"You know, your Uncle Lennie goes out of town quite a bit. I could come visit you at your dorm, that is, if you wouldn't be embarrassed at having an old lady on your arm."

"Of course not, I would never be embarrassed of you. You are not an old lady. I would love to have you come visit me at college."

"I think I could teach you how to please those college girls. After I get done with you, they won't know what has hit them!"

As we both began laughing, she raised her head and kissed me with a growing passion that I knew was just the beginning of what was to come.

"I hate to, but I better get dressed and get home. I have some admission papers to finish filling out."

As I began to dress Aunt Sherry stood up and grinned.

"Chase, can you come over tomorrow and help me with the grass trimmer?"

"Of course, what time?"

"Come early," she said with a wink. "I think we'll need to have another learning session. Is that going to be all right with you?"

"Most definitely!"

With that being said, I tied my shoes and headed out the door. As I climbed into my truck I could not help but remember that I had actually lost my virginity...to my Aunt Sherry. 

Our Little Secret



Please, don't ask me to explain how it happened, I don't know myself. Perhaps it was a late-night noise which awoke me from a pleasant dream, perhaps it was merely the need to see that everything was all right, that the windows were closed and the door to our shared apartment locked, or to get a drink from the communal kitchen. Perhaps it was the strange feeling that we were alone, that everyone else had gone off the day before on vacation and we were still stuck here over the weekend. There was simply no noise at all: the other bedrooms all empty, forlorn, and their doors either left open or hiding no secrets; the kitchen had been cleaned of all edible food; the dishes were in their places, the cutlery was gone, there was no smell of brewing coffee or pizza remains. I don't know why I opened your bedroom door, we don't know one another that well and our ideals are totally diverse, and I certainly don't know why, when I saw the two of you there, I stood and watched.

The only thing I know about your boyfriend, apart from his name and appearance, is that you think he's well-hung. I don't know how often you've mentioned how big he is, nor to how many people; after a while it gets boring and we - at least I - start thinking that this is the only good thing about him you've been able to find.

Your reading light is on next to the bed, casting grotesque shadows on the far wall and he is humping you. I can't think of any other word to describe it: his movements are hard and deep; your words are encouraging, but calm as if nothing is disturbing you. I can almost imagine you reading that book as he pumps away from behind you. It doesn't take long. A few more deep thrusts and he is finished, pulls out immediately and throws himself down beside you, arm across his eyes. He really is well-built, but my eyes are drawn to you; open and used. You sigh and let yourself slowly down onto your stomach once more: I hear the complaint in your breath, you don't need to use words. But still he asks you, and you lie to him. It was good for you too, you say, and I know you can't look him in the eyes when you utter these words. I close the door quietly behind me only to hear him start up on the bed as I hurry away, then your voice, placid, unfulfilled: there's no one else here, I told you that, we're all alone tonight. Later I hear him let himself out through the front door of our apartment; you don't go with him to say goodnight.

You looked at me strangely this morning, as I made myself a cup of instant coffee in the kitchen, as if you really hadn't known that I was still there, but we didn't exchange any words. No good morning greeting, no questions about plans for the weekend or when we'd be travelling back home for the long summer vacation with our families. We live in two different worlds, separated by countless miles filled with a lack of interest, a lack of need to get to know one another better. Would it have been better had I left it that way?

I don't know what came over me this evening, maybe I just wanted to see whether he had come back for his little bit of ready tail, maybe I wanted to try and talk things through with you, woman to woman. I opened your door quietly, just as I had done last night, and saw you lying there on the bed. You had on that light cotton top and the grey cotton shorts, your legs were up in the air and crossed at the ankles, there was the light buzz of music from somewhere and then I saw that you had earplugs in: you hadn't heard me come in; you didn't know I was there.

I think about two minutes passed with me just looking at you, looking at your shapely legs and the enticing curve of your ass through those tight shorts. After a while you let your legs drop back down on the rumpled bed sheets, slightly apart, and I held my breath as I saw just how tight your shorts really are when you lie down. I felt that familiar spark of interest as my eyes registered the line of your ass; the fullness of your buns; the grip of fabric between your legs and the clear line of your pussy. You pushed the book away, took off your glasses and laid them on the bedside table. I thought you would turn over and see me, and was ready to speak even if you couldn't hear me above the sound of your music. Instead I watched as you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass up into the air, just a few inches off the bed clothes, and then I saw your hand. It moved slowly down the left side of your back and across your buttocks, stroking gently and then, sneaking under your side, I saw the fabric of your shorts stretch even more, and the line of your fingers as they snaked under the elastic and began rubbing your pussy. You moved slowly: teasing yourself; concentrating on your clit; sliding back and forth with gentle passion. The cotton shorts stretched and gripped, had I been closer I might have been able to see the tight pucker of your ass hole. Instead I heard your moans and sighs, and saw a small streak of wetness as one finger dipped in and out of your pussy. I closed the door silently behind me, and watched you play.

The first small shudders came quickly, one after another. Your breathing was rapid and shallow, your fingers moved faster and, through the grey cloth, I could see that you were using two fingers now; two fingers probing that moist, hidden opening. I moved closer to you, padding softly across the thick carpet with my bare feet, not for a moment thinking how I would be able to explain if you turned around now, if you saw my shadow or sensed my presence.

The mattress dipped slightly as I placed one knee on the very edge, and you stopped your play, startled, and said his name. You didn't turn. Instead you took the earplugs out, switched off the player and, with your one free hand, switched off the bedside lamp.

The room was bathed in the subtle light of a streetlamp, falling through the drawn curtains. It took me a moment before my eyes became used to the darkness, but I didn't stop to see what I already knew was there. I could hear your fingers: the sucking noise as they went in and out of your pussy; the slight slap of your palm; the moist cotton rubbing against your ass. I knelt, my legs to either side of yours, and traced the line of your back with my hands; moving slowly up and then back down, across your buttocks and the backs of your thighs. You raised your ass up higher as my hands went over your buns once more, and I pressed a little bit harder, feeling the firm flesh, letting my thumbs go into the hidden crevice and separate your cheeks before slowly easing the shorts down to your knees, leaning forward and kissing you gently; light kisses, a little tongue, my hands stroking. You arched up further and I let my tongue explore between your welcoming buttocks, running from the line of your pussy upwards, taking the moisture your fingers brought out and spreading it across your tight ass hole, mingled with my eager saliva. As my tongue touches the pink skin of your ass hole I hear you moan, hear your fingers digging deeper inside your pussy. I feel the slight spasms of your beginning orgasm; sense the tightening of your muscles as your ass cheeks close inward across my face, and I push my tongue as deep inside your ass as I can, wiggling and probing, the salty taste spurring me on.

I sense a surge of moisture, your pussy juices splatter across my neck as you take your fingers out and prop yourself up without turning towards me. I see your pussy lips opening and contracting, the pink prominence of your clit, and move my tongue rapidly downwards, savoring your juices and flicking back and forwards, my hands gripping your hips, pushing me further in between your legs. You cum in a fast, long flow of wetness and I lap as much up as I can, running my tongue up and down your pussy, pushing it between your pulsating lips until you flop forward on the bed and I lose my grip. I lick the wet remains from the insides of your thighs, from your pussy, from your ass, my face soaked and warm, then stand and, as quietly as I can, go back to my bedroom, tired, exalted, satiated in your pleasure.

I am a light sleeper, the stirring of the wind can wake me on a calm summer evening, but I am so tired now, so overwhelmed from what I have done, that I sink into a deep, dreamless slumber almost immediately. The scent of your body is in my every sense: the taste of your juices; the passion of your movements; the sight of your tight ass hole clenching in orgasm; the sight of your pussy opening and closing, first with your fingers, then with my tongue, finally as you gave yourself up to your innermost desires. We don't know one another well, but I am the holder of your darkest, most intimate secret.



Our Little Secret



'Don't forget my Sister is coming to stay tomorrow. I'm going to be leaving for work early in the morning, so you'll have to get your lazy ass out of bed and make her some breakfast.'

'Mmmm? Oh, right, yeah...' I replied, right on the verge of dozing off for the evening. Why did she wait until so late to remind me that we'd have to babysit her Sister for a week? 'Night honey.' I mumbled as I rolled back onto my side of the bed and almost instantly fell asleep.

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I heard noises, a kind of stumbling around the bedroom like someone trying, and failing, to be quiet. It had to be Donna getting ready for work. Didn't she realise I was trying to sleep? It's not my fault that I'm a teacher and get more holidays than her. And who was she talking to in a muffled voice when she went downstairs for her breakfast. 'I'm sure she's talking to somebody' I thought to myself... I Couldn't for the life of me remember who though. 'Ahhh fuck it,' I thought to myself as I heard the door close; signalling that Donna had left for work, back to sleep for me.

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I looked across at the bedside table to check the time when I woke up. 11.30, nice lie in. I groggily rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I sat up in bed. There was a nagging in my head, something I had to remember, something that Donna had told me the night before.

'Meh' I thought to myself as I stood from the bed and looked at myself in the full length mirror. 'She probably wanted me to take some meat out of the freezer to defrost for dinner' I decided I'd call her after I showered. 'Need to take care of him too' I thought as I caught sight in the mirror of my morning glory, proudly pitching a tent in my boxer shorts.

I stumbled, still half asleep from the bedroom, not even noticing that the guest room door was ajar, revealing a half unpacked suitcase on the bed. I was too busy fondling my balls as I walked down the hall, looking forward to a nice, long wank in the shower. I pushed open the bathroom door.

That's when I remembered... but too late. 'Jenny!' I exclaimed as I walked in on my step-sister, freshly showered and wrapped in one of our bath towels. In the split second it took us both to realise what was happening I had a chance to drink in her glorious youthful body. She was a fairly tall, athletic looking girl; with long, brunette hair that fell in long, wet waves down her back. Her eyes drew you in; they were big and doe-like, almost cartoonish in their size. Previously she had just been a little girl, but had turned 18 a few months back. This was the first time I had seen her and those eyes had turned from child cartoon character to Jessica Rabbit, no doubt about it she had grown up some. Her body was amazing; I could see the swell of her large breasts filling out the towel and below too, where the towel ended, her legs seemed to go on forever. And those feet, my God, those feet. Her toes were painted hot pink, they were long and thin and just begged to be sucked. Her soles had a nice, high curve and she had slender little ankles too. Words cannot describe just how perfect they were.

In the instant that we became aware of each other's presence I completely forgot that I was fondling my balls, my cock thrusting forward like a Knight's lance, proudly displaying my arousal. As soon as the moment passed I realised what I was doing and yanked my hand out of my boxers so fast you'd think I'd burned it. It only served to draw her eye down to my groin.

'Ahhh, shit, Jenny,' I said, 'I completely forgot. I'm so sorry.'

'Well, good morning Adam!' She exclaimed, beaming a smile at me and casually tipping me a wink, 'you seem happy to see me!'

'Ah, haha. I'll err leave you to it.' I said, not knowing where to put myself I turned and quickly retreated to my bedroom.

'Shit shit shit!' I muttered to myself as I closed the door behind me. 'Why did Donna leave it so late to remind me?' I asked out loud, blaming my wife for this morning's mishap. As my embarrassment gradually faded, it was replaced by the mental vision of Jenny in that towel, her youthful curves filling it out, her toes, begging to be sucked. 'Bad boy! Bad boy' I silently cursed myself, 'she's your sister!' I told the mirror 'No!'

'Bathroom's all yours' Jenny spoke through the door after knocking lightly. 'I might just walk in on you though, to even things up.'

'Oh haha,' I replied playfully. 'I really am very sorry about that. I completely forgot you were coming.' It felt a bit weird talking through the door. But there was no way I was opening it. My cock was throbbing even harder in my boxers than it had been a few minutes ago.

'Hey, don't worry about it.' She replied, 'besides' she continued 'it's not like I haven't seen it all before.' She said, with just a hint of something in her voice.

'Oh, well err... OK I guess.' I replied. 'So you're going to your room now, right?'

'Yup.' She replied. I heard her barefeet pad across the hallway and into the guest bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door to go to the bathroom. She was stood in the doorway, looking at my crotch as my cock throbbed and twitched in my boxers, a playful smile on her lips. Her full lips pouted as she raised a finger to them, 'shhh... our little secret.' She whispered as she slowly closed the door, removing her towel as she did, so that just as my view was obscured by wood, she let the towel drop to the floor.

I had seen nothing. But in the shower as I pulled on my cock I imagined that the door had remained open and she had revealed herself to me, fully nude. I imagined her nipples, hard and pointed with arousal, thrust towards the heavens as the ravages of time had not yet gotten to her full, perky breasts. As I came and shot my seed all over the glass screen of the shower I saw myself taking each nipple into my mouth and suckling like a babe as she took my hand and guided it between her legs, probing for her full, pink lips...

'Get a grip on yourself' I scolded myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, post-orgasmic guilt setting in. 'She's your wife's sister... Your Sister!' I told myself that this morning had been nothing more than a teenager's way of getting her kicks. She was probably pissing herself with laughter at how she had got me all worked up. She's just a little tease, I thought. Well, no more. This morning she caught me off guard, I thought; next time she won't get a rise out of me.

Thankfully no more was mentioned that morning. Jenny was in her room unpacking as I finished in the bathroom and got myself dressed. More and more it seemed like it hadn't even happened. Sure I had walked into the bathroom on her, but I hadn't been fully aroused. Even if I had been, my cock was in my boxers the whole time. She'd seen nothing, I'd seen nothing, and I'd had a wank, big deal, nothing to worry about.

This belief was strengthened when she joined me downstairs a half hour later, where I made her breakfast and we chatted casually about her first term at University. She was doing an English and History course, it was boring, she lived in a Hall of Residence with what she termed 'Randoms', that was boring too. After she had stayed with us for a week she was going to her parents'... which was also boring. It was just perfectly normal, perfectly boring small talk. The activities of the morning were nothing but a distant memory. In fact, everything was so normal that the question she asked me, as she heard her sister's key unlocking the door, didn't even seem out of the ordinary until a few seconds later.

'So, did you take care of yourself in the shower this morning then?' As she asked it, she was up and moving towards the hallway to greet Donna, leaving me sat, stunned in the kitchen, too flustered to even muster a response.

They were chatting in the hall; I heard them moving towards the kitchen.

'Oh, nice one Adam! I bet you've been great company this morning, sat open mouthed, staring off into space.' Donna's voice snapped me back to reality as she entered the kitchen.

'I uh... ahem.' I replied, clearing my throat.

'We've been chatting away perfectly Sis, honestly. He's made me breakfast too. And this morning he even got up just after you'd gone to make sure I knew how to use the shower and stuff.' The last bit was a blatant lie, which I was sure was just to make me remember the bathroom incident.

'Oh, fair enough then. Get that dopey look off your face though Adam, it's not very becoming of you.' She sat down beside me at the kitchen bar. 'I've got some bad news though I'm afraid. There's a deal we've got with a company down in London that's about to go kaput. The firm need me to get down there ASAP to try and sweet-talk the director into staying with us.'

'What? Why you?' I asked, she was consumed by this stupid fucking job. Ever since that promotion that's all she'd been bothered with, working long days, stressing about it 24/7, no time to eat, no time to sleep, don't even mention the word sex, because that's just not in our vocabulary any more. 'Fuck that stupid fucking job!' I wanted to yell at her, but I didn't, I just ground my teeth and waited for a response.

'Because, I'm the one who set the deal up in the first place. But Jenkins in Finance has potentially fucked it up by getting into a heated discussion with their Director about certain costs. So I have to go and smooth his fuck up over.'

'But your Sister is here to see you.'

'I know,' Donna replied, turning to Jenny. 'I'm really sorry hon, it's been ages since I've seen you.'

'My 18th birthday.' Jenny replied, unable to hide the genuine disappointment from her voice.

'I promise I'll be back before you leave. But please stay here still. Mum and Dad are away on holiday until Saturday anyway and they'd much prefer it if you were here.' She turned to me. 'You can keep her busy can't you Adam?'

'Ummm.' I replied, trying to think of an excuse to get out of spending a few days with her beautiful, wicked temptress of a sister.

'Hey that's a great idea!' Jenny enthused, the disappointment all gone now from her voice. 'Besides, I've got friends in the City still that I can go see. I wouldn't want to ruin Adam's week.' 

'Oh it won't be a problem for him. Will it, Adam?' Donna gave me the look. I didn't even need to respond.

Me and Donna had a minor argument in our room while she was packing. I told her how unreasonable she was being by dumping her sister on me and that she should just fuck her job off. What job is worth all that stress anyway? But she got all jobsworth on me and carried on packing her stuff.

We said a tense goodbye; Donna hugged Jenny and promised her again that she would be back by the end of the week. Then she was gone. Off to London for a few days and leaving me to babysit her 18 year old sister.

'Well,' Jenny said, 'just you and me now Addy!' Who the fuck called me Addy? What kind of a name is that?

'I've errr... got to get some marking done.' I said, which was actually true. It needed to be done before the restart of school the following week. It wasn't urgent, but it was an excuse nonetheless.

'Oh, ok. That's cool,' she replied, 'we can hang out later. I'm gonna go call a few friends anyways, see if they're back in the City; I might be able to skip out tonight. Who knows what me and you would end up doing if we were all alone, all night, just me and you.' She spoke the last sentence in a hushed, sexy whisper.

My voice caught in my suddenly dry throat. 'Huh?' I managed to squeak.

'Well, it would be like, boring, wouldn't it? We'd end up playing Scrabble or something.' She said, teasingly. God she was winding me up again, she didn't even need to look down to know that my cock had once again sprung to life and was throbbing uncomfortably in my jeans.

A couple of hours later and I began to tire of hiding in my office. Sure, Jenny had been a little teasing earlier, but I was a 28 year old man; I didn't need to hide away to prevent myself getting embarrassed by a teenager. She had just caught me off guard by being so different to how I remembered her. It wasn't very often that Donna saw any of her family and the last time I had seen Jenny had been her 18th birthday. I had noticed then that she was becoming a beautiful young woman, but had thought nothing of it at the time. Particularly because that was before Donna got her new job and we'd still had a pretty awesome, intense sexual relationship. In fact, I recalled how we'd snuck away from the party around midnight and gone to fuck in her old treehouse in the land behind her house. We'd never made it to the top because Donna had been wearing a short skirt; as soon as she'd started climbing those ladders I'd attacked her pussy from behind with my tongue. I remembered tongue fucking her ass and pussy until she came, shuddering and squirting, all over my face. Then she had worked herself around so that she leant back against the tree, halfway up the ladder and sprayed me with her golden piss. God that had been awesome, I took her then, hard and fast against the tree, slapping her ass raw as I fucked her before I pulled out and forced her to her knees, spraying a full load in that pretty, stress free face.

God, that had been an awesome fuck. Sadly all the kinkiness and awesome sex had all but died off since that new fucking job. It must have been 3 weeks since we'd even had any vanilla sex, never mind all the crazy shit we used to do. I realised I was idly fondling my erection as I reminisced.

After I had allowed my erection to subside, I stood and made my way to the kitchen, determined to be pleasant to Jenny and not allow her to get me flustered again. She was there preparing a sandwich. She had dressed into a tight fitting pink t-shirt which showed off her curves and a skirt which went halfway down her thighs, showing off those long, elegant legs of hers, her feet were bare. 'Hey Addy,' she greeted me, again with the Addy, nobody ever called me that. 'I hope you don't mind, but I'm fixing a sandwich. You want one?' She offered.

'Um, yeah, go on then please.' We made pleasant chat as we ate and there was nothing sexually charged about it, which was fine by me. She revealed that she'd been in touch with a friend she knew in the city and there was a party they were going to, Jenny was going to go along to that and was planning to stay out. 'Result' I thought to myself, no awkward evening spent either hiding in my room or getting teased mercilessly by my Sister. 

After the food she made her excuses and left to go hook up with her friends, leaving me alone to ponder what was going on. I was positive that she had deliberately been teasing me, but at the minute I was just passing it off as a way for her to get her kicks. She was young, very attractive and obviously just discovering her ability to get guys to go weak at the knees. She probably saw me as an easy target and was doubtlessly telling all her friends at the party all about it so that they could have a good giggle. I had to strengthen my resolve. Not that I'm against a bit of harmless flirting and teasing now and again, but this girl was my Sister after all, some areas are just a no go. No matter how hard I tried to block it though, I could not rid the image of her in that bathrobe from my head. She was stunning and looked good enough to eat. I found myself fantasizing about walking in on her just a few minutes earlier and catching her, soaping up that glorious body in the shower, lathering the soap on those perky tits of hers, sliding a couple of fingers in between her legs and spending more time than necessary making sure that she was clean between her legs. Those eyes looking up and seeing me stood in the doorway, just as she brought herself to a climax, her mouth parted in a perfect 'o'.

'Stop it stopit STOPIT!' I cursed myself as I realised I was once again fondling my throbbing cock over Jenny. 'Get a grip!' I told myself, not for the first time.

Later, after tea I sat and watched a movie. Donna called me to inform me that she'd arrived in London, it was a tense conversation as we were both aware that there was an argument simmering just under the surface.

'Where's Jenny?' She asked, to divert attention from the tension.

'Oh, she went out with friends, party I think.' I replied.

'I told you not to fob her off for God's sake!' She scolded me.

'I didn't,' I replied, trying to keep my voice on a level, 'she rang them to ask if they were doing anything.'

'Yeah, well, make sure you spend some time with her, it's not often we see her you know.' 

'Yeah well, who's fucking fault is that anyway?' I wanted to reply. Instead I just agreed, keeping my temper in check. I promised to do something with her later in the week to pacify her. Donna then announced that she needed to do some prep work for her breakfast meeting in the morning with some Director or another, boring, boring work shit. We said our goodnights and left it, the argument avoided for another night.

I must have dozed off then, some crappy film was on the TV, I remembered the first five minutes of it and then the next thing I knew, the end credits were playing. I checked my watch and saw that it was near midnight. Nearly time to hit the hay. I had to take care of one thing first though, I had stripped to my boxers following my call with Donna and, looking down, I saw my cock was creating a tent-pole in them once again.

'What the fuck is up with you?' I spoke to my dick, trying, and failing to prevent myself conjuring images of Jenny in various states of undress in my head. 'Right, OK, I'll sort you out, but we're watching porn and not fantasizing about thes. Deal?' Strangely enough I didn't feel foolish talking to my cock like that.

I went to my room and picked out a good DVD from my collection, the scene I was looking for had a three-way with two awesome women and a dude. The women started off alone, it was a combiJenion of two of my favourite things, pissing and feet. They started by licking and massaging one another's feet at the same time, then progressed to pissing all over each other before the dude comes in and gives them both a good seeing to.

I slid the DVD in, turned the volume up, knowing that living in a detached meant no neighbours to worry about, sat back and slid down my boxers.

The scene was reaching its climax; I had been slowly tugging at my cock for around 25 minutes, but started to pick up the pace as I watched the action picking up on screen. Any second the dude was going to pull it out of the blonde's ass, spin her round so that she sat in a puddle of her own piss, grab her feet and then wank himself off until he shot a creamy load all over those perfect little feet. As he shoots his load, the brunette is going to squat over blondie's face and aim a stream of piss all over her face as she leans over and licks the cum from her toes. I could feel my cum bubbling in my balls as I watched the dude pull out. Preparing for orgasm I reached down and grabbed at my discarded boxers, which were going to serve as my jizz catchers to prevent any undue mess.

Then came the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock. 'Shit shit fucking shit!' I exclaimed as I dropped my cock in an instant, my balls right on the verge of exploding. In a blind panic I yanked my boxers back on and grabbed for my discarded t-shirt, managing to pull it on in half a second flat I then grabbed my jeans and yanked them up, not bothering with the buttons due to time constraints. The moans and groans from the TV doubtlessly filled the house. I hit the power button on the remote just as I heard the door opening. The TV instantly flicked itself back to the channel output. I jumped back on the sofa and covered my extremely throbbing cock with a cushion, not having time to tuck anything away. And that's how I sat when Jenny walked into the room.




Our Little Secret



There was no doubt in my mind that she knew I'd been up to something; I was flushed, beaded with perspiration and there was a humid atmosphere in the room, thick with sex. She hesitated as she walked into the room, but quickly recovered and had to hide a secret little smile to herself.

'Hey Addy, whatcha' doin'?' She asked playfully.

'Oh, hey Jenny, just watching a bit of TV' I glanced at the tube for the first time and noticed it was some form of political analysis show. 'Yeah, umm, politics and that.' God I was a shit liar. 'I thought you were staying out.'

'Yeah, I can see.' She replied as she plonked herself down on the armchair adjacent to my sofa. 'The party was lame, so I came home.' 

'Oh, right.' I replied.

'Yeah, well Joanna, my friend, she pulled some guy and told me she was taking him home; so it was either, you know, go back with them and listen to them fuck, or look around for someone myself.' I was pretty shocked at how open she was being. 'So I stayed at the party and eventually found someone, he was pretty cute, good kisser.' She sat back in the armchair and plonked her bare feet up onto the glass coffee table. If I wanted to I could reach out and touch them. My cock throbbed under the cushion at the thought of spraying my load all over her toes.

'So anyway, we went and found a room in the house and, well, you know, started fooling around and stuff. I was getting into it, but when I reached for his cock there was nothing, limp as fuck.' She said huffily. 'He was too pissed to even get it up, so there I was, all worked up and nothing to satisfy me.'

Throughout this whole thing I sat, silently, unable to comprehend how forward she was being with me. My cock was throbbing at the thought of her pussy pulsing with arousal between her legs, begging for a thick, hard cock.

'God I wish Gemma was here.' She stated.

'Gemma?' I managed to ask, confused.

'Yeah, she's one of my flatmates at Uni, she'd understand. I can talk to her and... stuff.' I was intrigued, I wanted to know more about this Gemma character, but I couldn't ask her any leading questions. Jenny was sat, staring off into the middle distance. 'Aaaanyway,' she said, eventually, her tone resorting to her playful, 'what exactly were you up to when I came in?'

'TV.' I replied, flushing deeply, noticing out of the corner of my eye the DVD remote that I had dropped to the floor in my haste; the remote which was now on the floor, right in front of Jenny's armchair. She caught me looking and grabbed for the remote. 

'TV eh?' she asked, before pressing the play button on the remote. Suddenly the picture switched back to the DVD, just as the dude shot his bolt, all over blondie's pretty little feet. Jenny said nothing and we both watched the climax of the scene wordlessly.

The next scene flowed straight on from the previous. 'Please turn it off.' I said to Jenny as the scene showed a close up of a business woman's heels clacking along a corridoor and into an office room. She didn't respond as we watched the redhead on screen enter the office with her 'manager' and sit opposite him on the desk. It was only a couple of moments before the camera showed a close up of her slide her heels off under the desk and allow her stockinged feet to rub up against his leg.

'So you like feet eh?' Jenny asked, wiggling her toes seductively on the table.

'Please Jenny, turn it off.'

'You can stand up and turn the TV off if you like Addy.' She said, drawing me into those big brown eyes of hers. I didn't respond, what could I tell her? That if I did it would mean revealing to her my throbbing cock for the third time that day; my jeans were still completely undone below the cushion. She noticed the cushion and smiled, understanding my predicament. She turned the volume on the TV up.

The scene was getting into it now. The manager dude had come round to the red head's side and was knelt on the floor, sucking on her stockinged toes while she rubbed herself through her panties.

'God this is hot isn't it? You're a real kinky fucker Addy.' Jenny whispered as we watched redhead remove her stockings and give her manager a long, slow footjob. I noticed that Jenny was gently stroking the top of her left foot with her toes and found myself mesmerised by her display. 'Do I have pretty feet Addy?' She asked. I was too dry mouthed to respond. 'Would you like to suck my toes?'

'You're my Sister' I managed to whisper hoarsely.

'Do you suck my Sister's toes too? Does she make you cum with just her feet?' The action on screen had now progressed to a deep throat fucking; the redhead was gagging on the manager's massive cock, coating it with her sticky saliva. I looked at Jen and saw she was flushed deeply, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. She was squirming slightly in her seat.

She looked at me, those big doe-eyes filled with lust. 'Please excuse me Addy, I can't take this anymore.' She said as she stood from her seat and left the room. I heard her going up the stairs and into the bathroom right above my head. As soon as she left the room I jumped up and pressed stop on the remote, my cock throbbing and right on the verge of cumming. I sat back down after I turned the TV off and tried to gather my thoughts. At least she had left. I don't know what I would have done if she'd asked me to suck her toes. I'd have ended up cumming there and then I think.

A few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and close, her feet padded softly down the hall and I heard the guest room door closing behind her. I was relieved that nothing had happened, but slightly confused by her sudden exit. Intrigued, I went upstairs myself and into the bathroom. The unmistakable smell of pussy hit me as soon as I entered; I knew then, that she had brought herself to a recent orgasm in the bathroom. The naughty little tease had even left her discarded thong in the middle of the room.

Heart racing I reached down to pick it up before raising it to my nose and inhaling her scent deeply. My God how my cock throbbed then. The smell of her pussy consumed my senses. Guiltily I snuck back to my room, panties in hand. I knew this was so very, very wrong, but I was completely unable to help myself. Once inside the safety of my room I stripped myself of my clothing and wanked myself to the quickest orgasm of my life, all the while holding those dirty, wet panties to my nose. Right at the last second I covered my cock end with the panties and shot rope after rope of my thick, white fluid into the material of her thong panties.

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It took a few moments the next morning for me to remember the events of the previous night. But they all did come flooding back to me. I instantly rolled over and stuffed a pillow over my head, groaning deeply into it.

'Stupid stupid stupid!' I scolded myself before lifting the pillow from my head and checking on the floor, hoping against all odds that what I knew I would find there had somehow disappeared, taking with them the memories of all of the bad things that I had done. Of course they were there, Jenny's worn panties, soiled with my ejaculate, discarded casually at the side of the bed. I stuffed my face back into the pillow and groaned again.

The knock at the door made me jump, I'd not even heard her door opening, or any footsteps across the hallway.

'Wakey wakey sleepyhead!' I heard Jenny say in a sing-song voice. 'I've made you some breakfast to say thanks for putting up with me for a few days.'

'Oh, errr. Thanks Jenny.' I managed to respond, great, she was making me get up and face her. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and padded, barefoot down the stairs and into my kitchen. She sat at the bar, clad in a pair of tight, white shorts and a white vest top. I could see the vibrant pink of her bra through the material.

'Morning sunshine!' She exclaimed as I entered, 'bacon and eggs, for the man of the house.'

'Thank you Jenny.' I said.

'Addy, please, call me Jen.' She replied. 'And about last night,' she began, I swallowed hard, almost choking on my first mouthful of food, 'I'm sorry for rushing away so suddenly.' That was it? Where was the reference to the hardcore porn she'd caught me watching? Why wasn't shen asking me if I wanted to suck her toes, why no teasing?

'Ummm, no problem.' I replied.

'Yeah, I was in such a rush to get to bed, I left my underwear in the bathroom.' She said, slyly smiling at me. 'But this morning, it was gone.' She looked at me, feigning mock confusion. 'I wonder where it's got to.' My cock was already stiff in my shorts, my only consolation being that she couldn't see through the granite surface of the kitchen bar. But she could definitely see my face flush a deep red. She knew, and we both knew that she knew.

'Such a beautiful day,' she spoke again, a few moments later. Couldn't she just leave me alone to die of embarrassment? 'I think I might go into your garden and sunbathe. You'll join me won't you? Please say you will.'

'I... errr...' I replied, unable to think of an excuse.

'Excellent!' She exclaimed excitedly. 'Only problem is, I didn't bring a bikini with me.'

'I suppose I could lend you one of Donna's' I said, resignedly.

'Addy, you might not have noticed, but my boobs are considerably bigger than my Sister's,' she chided me, playfully; 'they'd pop out if I wore one of hers.' A pause, and then, 'but maybe you'd like that, you naughty boy.' I watched as she drained a full pint of orange juice, right before my eyes. 'I'm so thirsty this morning,' she said as she caught me watching. 'But no, about the bikini, it's ok. I'll just wear my underwear, you don't mind do you?'

I didn't even get a chance to reply before she whipped off her top and removed her shorts, standing before me in a matching hot pink underwear set. The bumps of her nipples were clearly showing through the material and, oh God, her pussy lips sucked at the cotton between her legs, creating a perfect camel toe. The pink of her underwear was the exact shade of her toenails, which only served to heighten my arousal. 'Cumming?' she asked.

'Huh?' I responded, my eyes snapping back up from staring at her toes, her big eyes were full of life.

'Outside,' she spoke slowly, teasingly. 'Are you' she emphasized the next word 'coming, outside?'

'Oh' I replied, realising that she'd been fooling around with my head, yet again, 'in a minute. I need to finish my food.' I replied, not feeling in the least bit hungry, but knowing I would reveal my throbbing cock to her if I were to stand up.

I noticed that she'd filled another pint glass with orange juice and also carried a bottle of water in her hand. 'So thirsty,' she said with a wink as she span around and walked out of the room, wiggling that perfect, youthful ass to me as she went, almost bare save for the thin piece of material that ran up her crack.

'My God' I thought to myself. I was so screwed. I didn't know how to get out of following her into the garden. I swallowed down a few more mouthfuls of my breakfast and then resignedly stood and followed her to my back garden. The garden itself was fenced all around, meaning that none of our neighbours could really see in; which was just as well, because it sure would have set the neighbour's tongue's wagging about how I had an almost nude teenager in my garden while my wife was away.

Jenny was sat on our porch area where we had two sun beds set up next to each other, facing the morning sun. I noticed that she had already drained the full pint of juice she had brought out a few moments ago and was already tackling the 2 litres of water.

'Take your top off then Addy, catch some rays with me.' I figured there was no point arguing, if I refused, she'd just use it as an excuse to tease me. I lifted my t-shirt off and tossed it aside, standing in front of her in just my shorts. 'I'd ask you to rub some cream onto my feet, but you might get a bit carried away.' She teased.

'Jenny, about that...' I began, hoping to gain some control of the situation.

'I mean, I knew you were kinky, but God... it's just so fucking hot.' She looked me in the eyes and I was instantly mesmerized by her. 'Do you remember my 18th birthday?'

'Umm, yeah,' I replied cautiously.

'Remember fucking my Sister under that old treehouse?'

'How did you know?' I asked. She took another huge swig from her water bottle.

'I was up in the treehouse.' She paused for effect. 'I saw everything.' She didn't allow me to respond before ploughing on with her story. 'See, I'd got hold of some pot earlier in the day, most of my friends had gone home and I fancied getting high. So I went to the old treehouse for a smoke. Next thing I knew, you guys were below me. So I looked down and saw Donna climbing up the stairs and got a bit scared. She'd probably tell Daddy on me; but then the next thing I knew, you'd grabbed her from behind and just attacked her with your tongue. God it was so fucking hot the way you just gripped her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as you could.' She took another long drink from the bottle. 'Next thing I knew she was cumming all over your face. I couldn't help myself, even though I was watching my Sister I just had to play with myself. I slid my panties down and just started fingering myself as you turned her round and made her piss all over your face. God, I came just watching the pure ecstasy on your face as you swallowed her piss. I actually squirted myself, for the first time ever. Sure I'd masturbated lots before, but I came with such force then that I squirted. It felt so fucking good.'

My cock by this time was throbbing so hard in my shorts. I made no move to hide it from her and I saw her eyeing it lustfully, chewing seductively on her bottom lip.

'The next thing I knew you'd pulled her down from the tree and forced her roughly against the base. When you told her what a filthy slut she was I imagined it was me you were talking to. As you slammed that big, thick cock into her from behind I thrust my fingers in and out of my pussy in rhythm. I came and I came again, then you pulled out and shot a huge load all over her pretty face. God how I wanted to feel that hot load on my own face you kinky motherfucker.' She drained the last of her water. That was two whole litres in less than ten minutes.

I was shocked into complete silence by her revelation; I felt pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock into my shorts.

'Ever since moving to University I've been dying to find someone as kinky as you Addy. But they're all just kids. I asked one guy if I could sit on his face so that when I came I'd squirt all over him. He looked at me like I was from a different planet. Gemma understands though. I tell her all my kinky thoughts,' again with the Gemma, there was something going on there, I thought, 'but so far I've not been able to find anyone to indulge my fetishes with. I'm desperate to spray my piss all over someone's face and see them love it... just like you did that night.'

'I'm married.' I managed to croak finally; 'to your Sister no less.'

'I really need to wee Addy.' She whispered, 'all that juice and water I've drunk is desperate to come out.' She rubbed her belly, I could see how swollen it had become.

'Go to the toilet then.' I whispered. She sat up on the lounger and swung her feet around so that she faced me. Without thinking, I did the same. We sat, a mere two feet opposite each other. She looked me deep in the eyes.

'I don't think I can make it.' She replied in a hushed tone. 'I think I'm going to piss myself.'

'Please...' I begged, not even sure whether I was begging her not to piss or begging her to piss.

She let out a soft moan. 'Ungh.' Her legs parted, 'its coming Addy, its coming.' Unable to stop myself I began to caress my cock through the material of my shorts. The hot pink of her thong panties became damp and then a few trickles of her piss began to drip out and onto the patio at our feet. Her moan was deep and sexual as she relaxed her bladder and began to piss herself.

I watched in awe as her piss streamed in unpredictable patterns through her panties and onto the floor, quickly creating a puddle on the floor. She made no move to move her feet as the puddle reached them. I gripped my cock harder as she continued to piss.

'Yeah, that's it Addy. Play with that thick cock for me. You want me to show you properly?'

'Oh fuck yes.' I moaned as she moved her panties aside with her fingers, revealing to me a perfectly shaved pubic region. She parted her pussy lips so that I could see the clear fluid, gush forth from within. God, it was such a deep and inviting pink. I wanted to drop to the floor and drink from her fountain. I unzipped my fly and allowed my throbbing, thick cock to spring free. She gasped as it bobbed and twitched. As she pissed she began to gently circle her clit with her fingers.

Finally her flow relented, but she didn't stop rubbing. As her piss stopped she began to really work her clit, all the while watching me stroke my cock for her. I looked to the floor to see the huge puddle of piss at her feet. She playfully pushed the liquid around with her feet.

I reached down to grab her left foot. As I did she slid two fingers deep inside of herself. Still wanking with my left hand I raised her foot to my mouth and tenderly kissed her toes, tasting the bitter, saltiness of her urine. She gasped and began to really pound at her pussy as I trailed my tongue down the sole of her foot, drinking in her piss as I went.

I began to really pound my cock, feeling my orgasm rise. Our breath came out ragged; I could tell from the heaving of her chest that she was approaching her climax also. Her nipples strained to burst free from that sexy pink bra. I sucked her toes, forcing as much of her foot into my mouth as possible. She moaned and wailed.

'Oh fuck, i'm cumming.' She yelled. I watched as she fucked her pussy, squirting her lady goo all over. She came hard, I had no idea where all the fluid was coming from, Donna was a squirter, but Jenny, fuck, it was like a dam had burst inside of her. She lifted her other foot from the floor and rubbed the top of my cock with her pissy, wet sole. That tipped me over the edge and I came, hard, sending ropes of my thick, salty fluid splashing up her calf and on her foot.

'Oh fuck, I'm cumming again' she wailed as she watched me shoot my load on her beautiful foot, her toes were covered with my cream.

'Wow. wow wow wow.' She muttered softly to herself as she came down from her orgasm. She wriggled her toes, enjoying the feel of my cum as it trailed down her leg. 'Oh fuck, that was so fucking amazing.'

'So wrong,' I whispered, the guilt instantly setting in. 'I'm sorry Jenny, I shouldn't have allowed that to happen.'

'But it was good though, you know it was so fucking good.'

'...I'm married.' I whispered. 'I can't let this happen.' I stood and grabbed my t-shirt. 'I'm so sorry.'

'You want me to lick the cum off of my toes?' She asked seductively.

'Please Jen, please stop this.' I said as I hastily backed off and retreated to the house, locking myself in my room and hiding under my covers. Those soiled panties of hers still in the middle of the floor. I fell into a deep, disturbed sleep.

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When I woke I went straight to the bathroom to shower and clean myself up, replaying the events of the past couple of days in my head. It had to stop. No doubt about it, Jen was a sexy, horny young woman and I was becoming completely besotted with thoughts of fucking her. But there was no way that I could let that happen. I kept coming back to the mental image of her spraying her piss everywhere though and sucking those sexy little toes while she fingered herself to orgasm.




Our Little Secret



I realised my cock was throbbing hard once again in the shower, so I guiltily jerked myself to orgasm, resolving to confront her and demand that nothing else happened.

Feeling slightly more comfortable after my shower and wank I went back into the bedroom to change. In my new, confident state I even picked up Jen's soiled underwear and stuffed it to the bottom of my drawer. Out of sight, out of mind!

When I went downstairs I found Jen curled up on the sofa, dressed now in jeans and a white t-shirt, she wriggled her bare feet playfully to draw my eye as I walked into the room.

'Hey sleepyhead,' she greeted me coyly as I walked in, ' I guess you needed some sleep after this afternoon eh?'

'Look, Jen...' I began, intending to tell her to stop everything.

'Gemma thinks what happened earlier was so kinky!' 

'You... you told her? What the fuck?' I exclaimed.

'I tell her everything.' She said, emphasizing the last word. 'Don't worry, she won't tell anyone.' I couldn't even begin to respond. I sat down next to Jen, feeling my whole world collapsing around me. My marriage would surely be over soon.

'I don't just tell Gemma about my experiences you know Addy.' She paused for effect, 'we, you know, act them out too.' Jen stretched her legs out from underneath her and allowed her bare feet to come to a rest on my crotch. Despite my recent orgasm I felt the first stirrings of arousal.

'Jen, please...' I whispered futilely.

'While I was telling her what we've been up to, I could hear her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She's a real kinky bitch you know.' Her feet started to gently caress my growing cock, 'she knows all about how much I've been wanting to fuck you.' Her hands went to her tits and she began to caress them through her t-shirt. 'She makes me scream your name out while she fucks me with her strap-on.' My cock was throbbing now as she continued to stroke with the tips of her toes. 'I've wanted you since I saw you fuck my Sis.' As she spoke, she leant across and unzipped my fly, allowing my throbbing cock to spring free, she stroked it softly with her hands, looking me deeply in the eyes, 'and I always get what I want.'

I sat, mesmerized by her eyes as she softly stroked my cock in her hand, enjoying the soft, smooth feel of her skin. I wanted to tell her to stop. Wait, who the fuck am I kidding? I wanted her to take me in her mouth; I wanted to run my hands through her hair while she sucked on my throbbing member. I wanted to tear her clothes off and ravage her like an animal, fuck her like a little dirty slut, I wanted to...

The moment was shattered by the piercing shrill of the telephone. I gratefully grabbed the phone from the coffee table. 'Hello?' I asked, hoping not to sound too flustered.

'It's me.' Shit, Donna!

'Oh, err hey Donna!' I replied, hoping to sound happy to hear from her and that the mention of her Sister's name would be enough to make Jen let go of my cock, which she still held firmly. She did indeed sit back and let go with her hand, but it was instantly replaced by her feet. She sandwiched my cock between her soles and began to slowly work her feet up and down my throbbing and twitching member. She raised her finger to her lips and gave me a little 'shh'.

'... Hello... Earth to Adam, are you even there?' I snapped back to reality and realised that I'd not heard a word that Donna had said since starting the conversation.

'Sorry, I'm umm... marking work.' I replied, hoping that would be an excuse for my distracted behaviour

'Sure you are.' She replied. 'You'll come up with any excuse to not spend any time with Jen.' I almost laughed at how ridiculous that was. I looked over at Jen and saw that she had lifted her t-shirt up to reveal her perfectly perky tits, sans bra, her nipples were big and hard, she squeezed them between her fingers and then began to maul them for me as she continued to work my cock with her feet. I realised Donna was talking again '... coming home tomorrow anyway, so you've only got one more night.'

'You're what?' I asked.

'I'll be home tomorrow sometime, I need to wrap up either tonight or tomorrow morning and I should be home by the afternoon at latest. So do me a favour, please do something with Jen tonight so that she doesn't think you're a completely ignorant bastard.' 

'Like what?' I managed to croak as I felt Jen's big toe circling the head of my cock, smearing my precum around.

'Take her to the cinema perhaps?'

'Ummm, ok.' I replied, desperate to get off of the phone now.

'Put Jen on please.' 

'She's downstairs.' I replied, keeping up the facade of doing work in my office.

'Well shout her then.' Feeling ridiculous, I put my hand over the receiver and shouted Jen's name, she stifled a giggle next to me as she reached for the receiver and took it.

'Hey Sis, how's the trip?' She spoke so nonchalantly, yet continued to wank me off with her feet as she talked with Donna and agreed that the cinema would be a great idea. 'Okay then hon, I'll make sure he takes me out tonight, see ya tomorrow!' She said as she hung up the phone. Instantly she jumped up, leaving my cock bobbing and twitching in my lap.

'Cinema Addy!' She exclaimed, 'give me ten minutes to get changed.' And with that she went bounding excitedly from the room.

She came back downstairs about fifteen minutes later and my mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of her long, slender legs, clad only in a very short plaid skirt. Her feet were bare. She wore a tight fitting v-neck t-shirt that showed a hint of cleavage. 'You like my skirt then Addy?' I didn't even bother to respond, the tent I was pitching in my jeans told her everything she needed to know. She was carrying a pair of heeled sandals by the strap and she sat down on the armchair to put them on. I audibly gasped as I saw her bare naked pussy when she sat down. 'Like what you see handsome?'

'You can't go out like that,' I managed to splutter.

'Why can't I? Are you going to keep me here and have your wicked way with me?' She purred as she fitted her right sandal onto her foot and wiggled her little pink toes at me. 'I didn't think so,' she said at my silence. 'So if you're not going to throw me down on the floor and fuck me, like we both know you want to, we're going to the cinema.'

'But you've got no underwear on!' I exclaimed.

'It's dark in the cinema silly. Besides, I rarely wear underwear when I go out, I like to feel liberated.' With that, she finished putting her sandals on and went to the front door, beckoning me to follow. Dumbstruck I did just that.

In the car on the way to the cinema, I managed to avoid any awkward conversations or inappropriate sexual encounters by blasting out some Guns N' Roses. Luckily she seemed to be into it so, before long we had pulled into the lot and were making our way to the entrance of the Cineplex.

'Oh God,' Jen exclaimed as we entered the complex, before giggling to herself in a little girlish way.

'What?' I asked her, knowing that I was probably only encouraging her in another one of her little games.

'I've just this moment remembered what happened the last time I went to the cinema.'

I figured it best not to reply as I knew that it was going to be another sexy story, so I just led her to the back of the queue for tickets. Regardless, she proceeded to tell me her story anyway. 'Remember how I told you what a kinky bitch Gemma is?' She sidled up close to me and spoke in hushed tones to avoid being overheard. 'Well, she's got a real thing for humiliation, she fucking loves it. She loves to humiliate people for her own pleasure, it drives her wild. Oh God, the things she makes me do sometimes.' She sighed softly to herself.

'Anyway,' she continued, 'that's another story for another time; this time she picked on this random guy who'd come to the cinema alone. Can you believe that? I mean, who would come alone to the cinema? It's just lame. Anyway, she'd spotted this guy when we went into the complex; he was pretty nerdy looking and clearly on his own so Gem suggested that we have some fun with him. We stood behind him in the queue and made sure we knew what film he was going to, and then we followed him into the theatre. It was some fruity foreign film, all subtitles and stuff. There were only about 10 other people in the showing, he went and sat near the back. Gem told me her idea and told me just to play along, God I got so horny just listening to her.'

By this time we had reached the front of the queue, so Jen had to stop telling the story until we bought our tickets, a bag of chocolates and a drink. I paid as fast as I could, desperate to hear the end of the story now. All thoughts of Donna pushed aside; I was once again consumed by thoughts of fucking Jen in her slutty little pussy. We made our way to the theatre, I was both relieved and a little disappointed to find it pretty full. I knew that had it been really quiet there was a chance that something would happen in the dark, but surely she wouldn't try anything in such a crowded cinema... would she?

We made our way towards the back, I had no choice but to sit down next to a blonde haired older woman who looked to be out with some friends, Jen got the aisle seat. She sidled up really close and began to whisper in my ear, her hand casually on my lap. To an observer we looked just like any other couple, out on a date. If only they knew she was my Sister.

'Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so anyway, we followed the guy up near the top, Gem sat down one side of him and I went past and sat right next to him in the other, kinda trapping him. He knew something was up straight away, but you could tell he was a real nervous, shy type. We sat in silence for a few minutes, the tension was building, but Gem hadn't even said anything.' Jen took a big gulp of the drink; she had to reach across me to get it and allowed her hand to 'accidentally' brush up against my already stiff cock. 'Anyway, after a while she began to talk to this guy, asking him really personal questions like how big his cock was and how often he wanked himself off. You could see how nervous he was; he just kind of sat there and giggled nervously to himself. She told him that it wasn't funny and that if he didn't start to answer her questions and refer to her as Miss with every answer then she'd scream and tell the whole cinema that he'd tried to feel her up in the dark.'

The trailers were showing in the room now and I knew that the film wasn't far from starting, but I had to know what happened in the story, this Gemma sounded fucking wild. 'Go on.' I urged in a hushed whisper. This elicited a soft moan in Jen.

'Mmmm, you like my story huh?' I felt her foot rub up against my leg, 'well I was positively dripping while all this was going on. I could see the guy was pitching a fairly serious tent in his trousers. There's just something about a certain kind of guy; they love to be told what to do. Anyway, he told her that his cock was about regular sized, no, he wasn't a virgin and yes he loved to wank. So she told him to whip his cock out there and then, but not just to take it out, he had to take his trousers off too. Well he was gone by this time, so he did as he was told and pulled his cock out. It was a decent size actually, nice and thick. Next thing you know Gem tells him to lie on the floor on his back and worship her feet while he jacked his cock. I couldn't help myself, Gem had told me not to, but I just slipped my hand down into my pants and began to finger my little pussy as I watched this little bitch lay down on the dirty floor and do whatever Gem told him to do.'

She paused from her story. 'You want a chocolate?' They were on her side, so I absently said that I did, desperate to hear her finish the story. I heard her rustle in the pack and pull one out, but she didn't pass it to me. Instead, she adjusted her position in the seat and, in the dark, I saw her slide her skirt up her legs and watched her hand disappear in between them. She let out a soft moan, almost imperceptible, but enough to let me know what she was up to.

'So I carried on fingering my pussy,' just like she was doing now, 'I knew Gem would punish me for breaking a rule later, but I didn't care. She was really trash talking him now,' she paused again and then, 'mmm, unnh' she uttered, 'calling him a dirty little foot slut and a pervert. He was pounding his cock for us so hard and he really was worshipping her feet. He fucking loved it. Then she slid off her chair and squatted on his face, and then... Ohhh God... She whispered in my ear... She pissed on his face... right in the cinema... He fucking swallowed it too and he started just fucking shooting his cum everywhere. I was squirting and cumming in my knickers watching everything, anticipating my punishment for later.' 

She lifted her hand from between her legs and raised the bit of half melted, pussy fucked chocolate to my lips. I opened my mouth and let her slide her fingers in, tasting her delicious, musky nectar mixed with the rich sweetness of the chocolate. It took all my will to not shoot my load there and then. We were in the middle of a crowded cinema for fuck's sake and here she was fingering herself and letting me taste her. I stole a quick sideward glance to check to see if my neighbour had noticed. I saw that she was squirming slightly in her seat, but would not make eye contact with me. Fuck, she knew! I could tell that she did, but she wasn't saying anything.

'What happened next?' I whispered to Jen as I finished licking her juices from her fingers.

'We just stood up and left the guy there, the film had only just begun, but Gem had had her fun. She took me home and gave me an almighty spanking before pulling out the strap on for some more delicious punishment.' She finished her story and sat back on the cinema seat, allowing her legs to part. I could smell her arousal, no doubt I wasn't the only one, but hopefully it wasn't obvious to the rest of the cinema where it was emaJening from. As she finished her story the trailers ended and the film begun. I was rigid in my boxer shorts, aching for release. 'You want another chocolate?' She whispered softly.

I didn't need asking twice. As slyly as I could I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh to her wet folds. I gasped softly as I felt just how wet her pussy was. God It felt amazing. I felt her shudder softly as I rubbed the tip of my finger against her clit and then slid it down the length of her slit. I felt precum oozing out of the tip of my cock as I slowly slid my middle finger deep inside of her honey pot. I felt her shudder as she stifled a moan next to me and knew she was riding an orgasm. Without any attempt at discretion she reached her hand across and gripped my stiffened member through my jeans, fumbling noisily with the zipper as she tried to work it free. I glanced sideways at my neighbour and saw her eyes transfixed on my crotch in the dark. She made brief eye contact with me as she saw me looking. Her eyes were lust filled and blazed with passion. She looked back down at my crotch just as Jen managed to work the zip all the way down, she reached in and yanked my throbbing member free into the cool air of the cinema. I heard my neighbour's breath catch in her throat as she saw my cock twitching in Jen's grip.

Meanwhile I had worked two fingers deep into that tight, wet pussy and was bust sawing in and out of her wet folds. She jerked my cock up and down rapidly, too taken by the throes of passion to care about delicate caresses. I twisted slightly in my seat to get a better angle on her g-spot and felt her respond instantly as she stiffened in her seat and gripped my cock like a vice.

'Ohh fuck Addy.' She whispered in my ear, licking and nibbling on my lobe as she did. 'I'm going to fucking cum for you. Look at the blonde next to you; she can't take her eyes off of that big, thick cock.' There was no need to look across at her, because suddenly there was another hand gripping my dick. I couldn't believe it; the blonde next to me had reached over and grabbed my cock. 'Oh Fuck that's hot' Jen whispered, 'I told you she fucking loved it.' I had to fight the urge to moan out loud as we continued this very public sex act. I knew that the people around us must have been aware that something was going on, but I was far too gone to care as I had my cock manhandled by my sister and a stranger in the dark. Jen couldn't take anymore and she failed to stifle a small, high pitched squeak as she came hard in the seat next to me. I felt her cum soak my hand and the cushioned seat she sat on as she squirted her cum.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I stiffened in my seat and actually gripped the thigh of the woman next to me as I felt the cum bubbling in my balls. She didn't miss a trick as she grabbed my hand and thrust it between her legs. She was wearing thin leggings and I could feel how wet she was through them. I rubbed her clit hard through the material and she ground herself onto my hand as I shot the first rope of my jizz hard into Jen's palm. She used it to lube up my pole as she continued to wank me off. I came so hard that I thought I may pass out, I felt the blonde's hand squeeze my balls as she shuddered to a climax next to me. By this time I was aware that a few people were turning their heads to see what was going on in our row, I heard a few comments about how we were disgusting. I didn't care though as I shot my bolt.

The instant I had finished coming, the severity of our potential situation hit me. 'Fuck.' I muttered to Jen. 'Let's get out of here... now!' I put my cock away as I realised that people were now turning in their seats to see what was going on. I quick sideways glance at blondie confirmed that she had snapped back to reality and was busy grabbing her belongings in order to make a quick exit. I pushed Jen from her seat just as I zipped myself up and we ran, bounding down the steps two at a time, panting and giggling as we went.

We burst from within the cinema and ran to the car. Not even bothering with the seatbelts I started the engine and we sped off into the night, giggling hysterically all the way.

'Holy fuck... HOLY FUCK' I exclaimed after about five minutes of driving non-stop

'I know! That was so fucking hot eh?' Jen said next to me. I looked down at my t-shirt and saw snail trail like marks where I had sprayed my jizz up my t-shirt. I had to laugh, I just had to. The whole situation was just too fucked up for words.

'Fuck Jen, this has gone too far... way, way too far.' I said as I pulled in to the driveway.

'Shh Addy, we're just having fun.' She replied as she trailed a finger up my thigh towards my cock. 

I broke away and hopped out of the car. Once we were in the confines of the house I turned to talk to her. 'Jen, we've done way too much already, I should never have let it go this far. It's got to stop. Your sister is going to be home tomorrow, she can't know about any of this.'

'She won't, I promise, it's just a little fun. We've still got tonight.'

'I... I can't.' I replied, steeling all of my resolve. 'We've done so much already, but we haven't gone all the way. That's something I can take from all of this.'

'What, so you think you've not cheated?'

'Not properly' I lied, knowing that what we had done so far was more than just cheating.

'Hmmph, well, if that's how you feel then Addy... Have it your way.' And with that, she turned on her heels and went upstairs to bed.

That's it? I thought to myself... no attempts to seduce me into full on fucking. Was I disappointed? Of course I was. I couldn't lie to myself and pretend that I didn't want to hammer my cock into that tight little pussy. But I wasn't going to instigate anything, no way. She wasn't going to try... then neither would I... and I would always have that, the fact that we'd never fucked, as some kind of consolation for my guilty conscience.




Our Little Secret?



Saturday started like any other Saturday. Jill was up out of bed first, had made coffee and was at the computer in the sitting room area of the master bedroom. It was the "tap-tap-tapping" of the keys that awoke Mark. Jill did a lot of work from home and got most of it done in the early morning weekend hours before the rest of the world was moving. 

Mark crawled out of bed in his silk boxers with no shirt and walked over to his wife and gave her a soft kiss on the neck and shoulder. 

"Good morning beautiful, getting anything done?" he asked.

"Good morning sweetheart. Yes, but taking a break to check a Facebook notification I got in my e-mail." She responded.

"What garbage are they sending you this time?" he asked.

Mark was not a fan of Facebook or the time that his colleagues spent on it or his wife for that matter. They were both in their late twenties. Both went to the gym religiously and both worked at high profile jobs in which they dressed to the nines. Jill worked as a paralegal for a premier law firm in Chicago and Mark was a project manager at an architectural firm also located in the city. They each boasted impressive wardrobes in their walk-in closet fit for a 5th bedroom.

"Actually, this one is about my 10th High School Class Reunion." She explained. 

Mark sneered "Does anyone ever actually go to these things? I thought you hated High School?"

Mark was right. Jill was a bit of a 'nerd' in school and thrived academically. She was not part of the in-crowd and had very few boyfriends. However, after college and joining the law firm and hitting the gym, she had transformed herself into a successful bombshell and landed Mark who would easily have the ladies falling at his feet. 

Jill Flannery in High School was a thing of the past and she was quite happy to keep her their as she was now Jill Morgan, hot, successful and talented paralegal. There was though, a small part of her that would love to go to this reunion to flaunt her "new" self and her hunk of a husband and see how the other "popular" people stacked up against her. She stared at the monitor...

"Oh, I don't know... it could be fun? I mean, it is right her in the 'windy city' and we need a night out? Plus I would love to show you off to all those snobby bitches who looked down on me those four years!" she laughed.

"Well, whatever you want baby... I'm there if you want to go." Mark comforted

Jill looked over the event invitation and her smirk quickly turned to a frown... "Oh no! Figures. It's the same weekend as your Vegas trip with your company! That stinks!"

"Just great" Mark said, "and there is no way to get out of that trip" as if he wanted to. 

"Well, I'm not going without you." Jill confirmed and that was the end of that.

A few days later upon returning home from the gym, Mark saw that Jill had left her Facebook open and had gone to her Pilates class. Not one to snoop, he ignored it but couldn't help noticing that the page was left open to a message from a rather decent looking guy. Not worried, but more curious, he decided to take a look. 

The message was from on of Jill's former classmates named Kyle. He went on about how amazed he was to see what Jill looked like now and asked if she was attending the reunion. Jill had replied with her history and explained how she had come a long way from High School and Mark was happy to see that she mentioned her wonderful and sexy husband and that she was happily married. She also explained that Mark would be away the weekend of the reunion and she wouldn't be attending. Kyle wrote back again complimenting Jill's photos and body and mentioned that he would be flying in for the reunion solo as he was recently separated and needed a trip to get his mind off things. He urged Jill to go alone and just have a good time.

Jill's final reply startled Mark as she said "Wow, I never in a million years would have guessed the star quarterback of John Stark High would be sending me a private message, let alone begging me to go out to a class reunion" she wrote with a wink. "Need a place to stay? After all, I'll be here alone all weekend!" She followed that last part up with a "J/K!!!" which made Mark feel a little better, but he could tell from her replies that she was enjoying the attention from Kyle. She signed off as saying "I'll see what I can do about making an appearance".

Mark decided to keep what he saw and read to himself and see how things played out over the next two weeks as the date approached. For the first time in their three year marriage Mark had a slight feeling of jealousy and intrigue at what might be going through his wife's head. Jill was very sexy and got turned on very easily and he couldn't help but wonder if the messages from Kyle had gotten her juices flowing.

The week went on as usual, nothing crazy and no mention of the reunion again. Mark did notice that Jill seemed to be spending a lot more time on Facebook though than usual. A few times he could see that the profile pic was that of Kyle's and he had a feeling Jill was going to make that appearance at the reunion for sure, though she didn't mention it to him. 

The idea starting to eat at Mark and he began playing out disturbing images of what might go on with him a few thousand miles away. Jill was a horny girl and liked to flirt. Add a little wine or champagne and she was good to go. "Stop it" he said aloud, shaking his head. Jill had always been an angel and faithful and had never given him reason to suspect anything.... Until now?

Mark's suspicions grew stronger the Wednesday before the reunion was to take place when Jill went out with her friend Beth to go shopping. She came home with a few bags and went straight to the bedroom with them, never mentioning where she went or what she had purchased. 

Mark, now in "suspect mode" found this to be odd. Later on he went into the closet while Jill showered and searched for her 'new' items. He couldn't find anything? Jill had enough bags that there was no way something new wouldn't be sticking out like a sore thumb? Mark continued to thumb through the hangers on Jill's side, frantic at times. What was he doing? Why was he becoming so obsessed? This was silly. 

"Deep breath Mark" he thought to himself. "You're acting like a crazy man" he reaffirmed as he got to the end of the rack. 

The very last hanger held a garment bag, much like the one Jill kept her wedding dress in. For the hell of it, Mark unzipped the bag and was shocked as to what he saw. A brand new, short, black cocktail dress with the tags still on it hung neatly on the hanger. A pair of silky black stockings with lace tops were also draped over the hanger. A pair of stilettos sat neatly in the bottom of the bag and an additional bag was in there as well. 

Mark felt his stomach drop as he started to open the bag. Inside were the sexiest little matching panty and bra set he had ever seen. "Wow" he caught himself saying out loud. He heard the shower stop and quickly returned the items as they were and hid the garment bag back behind everything else. 

"Could this outfit be for me?" he wondered. "But why hide it?" He tried to tell himself she planned to surprise him, but he knew better. She was going to that reunion and planned to make quite an impression. 

The weirdest part of all this? It kind of turned him on. The fact that his loving wife was planning this evening behind his back knowing that he would be out of State for the weekend started a different kind of fire inside him. She was being naughty, and where part of that made him angry, another part made him horny as hell. 

But... how far would she take this? What else had she and Kyle been talking about? 

A few minutes later, Jill was out of the shower and toweling off. Mark couldn't help but observe her perfect body, but then the images of another man having his way with her would invade his mind. What bothered him more was that the thought excited him. He had never experienced this feeling before. He was aware that some guy enjoyed and got off to watching their wife get fucked by another man, but he never dreamed he might be one of them!?

"Jill honey, you know, I've been thinking and if you really have your heart set on going to that reunion, I would be happy to cancel my trip to Vegas to accompany you." 

"Oh baby, that is so sweet of you, but you've been so excited for this trip with the boys. You go. I'll catch my 20 year reunion!" she laughed again.

"But what will you do while I'm gone?" he questioned.

"I don't know. Catch up on some reading? Work? Maybe catch a movie with Beth? I'll be fine." She was lying to him and he knew it, but it only added to the charge he was getting. 

Mark was so sure of himself, he decided to make a major decision and went and cancelled his trip to Vegas. He made an excuse to the guys that he was not feeling well and really wasn't up for it. After some razzing from the guys, they let it go and Mark was free to observe Jill's weekend. He did not tell her he cancelled the trip, and had no plans to. He would keep out of sight, stay at a hotel if necessary. He knew his gorgeous wife was up to no good and he wanted to find out first hand.

Friday morning, the day of the reunion and Mark's "flight out" arrived. He kissed Jill goodbye and didn't get the reaction he expected. She seemed to be a little cold as if her mind was on something else. They said their "I love you's" and Mark got in his car and left. 

He ended up going to his old stomping grounds and visiting the old neighborhood watering hole. The whole time that he sat there and drank a few vodka and tonics, he wondered what Jill was planning and thinking. 

He knew that the High School reunion was set to start at 8:00 pm which means if Jill was indeed planning to go, she would be getting ready at 6:00. Maybe he had blown this entire thing out of proportion. Why wouldn't she just tell him she was going to go alone? Why the secrecy? These thoughts ravaged through his head.

At 5:30 Mark settled up at the bar and headed home. He parked down the street and out of site and quietly let himself in through the back office door making sure he went unheard or noticed. He felt so silly doing this, but at the same time so alive. 

He went into the sitting area of the master bedroom where the computer was and shut himself in the closet leaving enough space to see into the room. Within minutes Jill appeared and was heading into the shower. This confirmed Mark's suspicion that she was not "catching up on reading or work" tonight. Soon she emerged from the shower and toweled off. 

Mark was actually horny watching her, his own wife, that he could have whenever he wanted! Then she did something that caught him by surprise... she reached into the tub, grabbed her razor and went over her pubic area again as to make sure she didn't miss any spots or to reassure that it was as smooth and clean as possible. This wasn't out of the ordinary, but Mark wondered why on a night where he was out of town was she so careful?

Then the unspeakable... she disappeared into the closet and returned with "the bag" -- Mark's heart began to race as she unzipped it and laid all of it's belongings on the bed. She first started by removing the tags from the panties and bra and then slipping them on. 

She admired her firm body in the mirror, turning back and forth and then looking at her perfect ass in the thong. Next she grabbed the silk stockings and slipped them on up to her mid thigh. Mark felt like he would cum in his pants. She went to reach for the dress when suddenly her cell phone rang. 

"Hello?" she said calmly "Oh Hi! Glad you made it in safely. Yes, I am still going. Getting ready as we speak!"

It had to be him. She was giddy, blushing. 

"Oh... ummm... I suppose that would be okay, I don't really want to walk in there all by myself anyway. Sure! See you at 7:30. Oh... you'll see!" she said with a sly grin. 

See what? Mark wondered.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that this "mystery person" (most likely Kyle) had offered to pick Jill up. After she hung up the phone, she sat on the bed and lay back on the pillows for a second. She seemed to be deep in thought as she was fantasizing. She ran the tips of her manicured hands along her silk stockings and then up across her panties and then her stomach. Mark saw a faint shiver as she did. 

He knew that look. He knew that stare. His wife was horny as hell. Soon she sprung up off the bed and finished getting ready. She looked hotter than Mark had ever remembered. He was hard and pissed at the same time. Why wasn't she wearing this outfit for him? Guess she really wanted to impress her old classmates.

Once she was ready, hair done, perfume applied and heels on, the doorbell rang and she headed downstairs like a girl awaiting her prom date. Mark stayed hidden in the closet until he was certain she was downstairs and made his move. He went to the railing and stayed hidden, just enough so he could hear and barely see the front door. Jill opened the door.

"Oh my God! Hello! You found it! So good to see you Kyle." 

Mark could tell they hugged, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. 

"You ready for this thing tonight?" a male voice emerged. 

"Ready as I'll ever be I guess" Jill replied. 

"Does your husband mind that you're going with me?" Kyle asked. 

"Well, he doesn't exactly know," she confessed, "but he's off in Vegas with his buddies, so God only knows what he'll be getting into tonight! Would you like a drink?" She asked. 

Mark could already tell from her demeanor that she was into this guy. She was bubbly and giggly. 

"Love one, need to loosen up before this party anyway." 

Mark stayed out of site and just eavesdropped on their conversation. It was small talk and reminiscing about school. Perfectly harmless, but there was no way Kyle or any male on this Earth for that matter could look at Jill and the way she was dressed and not want to fuck her brains out. Hell, Mark did and he had been fucking her for seven years already!

Not much longer Kyle asked "Shall we?" 

It was followed by Jill's reply, "Let's do this!" and then they were heading out. 

Kyle remarked as he helped Jill with her jacket, "I can't say that I'm not proud to be attending this thing with who will undoubtedly be the sexiest and most beautiful creature in the room tonight..." 

Jill became weak in the knees and felt that tingle rush over her body. "Kyle! That is so sweet of you to say" and although he didn't see it, Mark heard the sound of a peck on the cheek. The door closed behind them.

Once they left, Mark savored the scent of his wife's perfume and could also smell the mix of Kyle's cologne. There was definitely some tension in the air between the two of them and now Mark would wait until she returned home and maybe surprise her when she got there. 

Three hours had passed and it was just after midnight when Mark saw the headlights turning up the driveway. He expected to see Jill get out and head inside and Kyle make his way back to his hotel. Instead he heard the engine turn off and the lights go out. 

What was this? Were they going to chat before he left? He could clearly see into the truck from the master bedroom window. He kept the lights off so no one could see in. 

Jill's hair was down now which indicated she had obviously been dancing and Kyle had a white button up shirt on that had some buttons undone and tie hanging from the rearview mirror.

Mark couldn't hear what they were saying, but he saw Jill laugh a lot and could also see Kyle's eyes wander to her silky, stocking covered thighs. Mark actually felt sorry for him as it had to be torture to be in her presence like that. They talked a little more and then suddenly they stopped talking. Neither one moved, they just sort of sat in silence. 

Mark's heart skipped a beat and he felt his cock swell. What was going to happen? Suddenly Kyle leaned over and kissed Jill. Not just any kiss, a long and deep one and she kissed back. This continued for what seemed like an eternity until they broke the kiss. 

Jill looked ashamed and confused. What had she done? It was over, thank God... Mark was so mixed with arousal and rage he didn't know what to do. His cock was throbbing. He watched Jill get out of the truck and again waited for Kyle to start the engine and back down the driveway. That was not what happened. Kyle's door opened too and he accompanied Jill towards the house!

Mark quickly filed downstairs in the living room where he once again hid himself securely in the coat closet. He hoped that they wouldn't go in there for any reason. Luckily they entered the house and threw their coats on the chair. 

"Another drink?" Jill asked. 

"Sure" Kyle replied. They both took a seat on the couch. Jill didn't seem to mind that the top of her stocking was exposed through the slit in her dress. "What are you thinking?" Kyle asked.

"So many things" she said, unsure of herself. "I am thinking about my husband, but also that I just made out with Kyle Harrington. I feel like a teenager again back in school." She blushed. "I always dreamed about what it would be like to go out with you back then" she confessed "but I was just an ugly, nerdy bookworm then," she laughed. 

"And now?" Kyle asked suggestively. 

"Ummm... and now I'm not" she said sheepishly as she went to the floor on her knees and crawled over to him. 

"Wow, I guess not..." Kyle said as her hand began to undo his belt and slacks. "Are you sure you want to do this Jill?" Kyle asked wearily. 

"I always wanted to do this Kyle and I can't pass up the chance now" and she pulled his semi hard cock from his pants. 

Mark was in awe. He couldn't believe what was happening. Kyle's cock was bigger and fatter than his and that bothered him a little. Would she go through with making this guy cum? 

Jill just held it at first, moving her hand over it. Mark knew that her pussy had to be dripping wet and probably had been all night. Does he give himself up and stop this? He decided to watch a little more to see where this was going to go, plus his cock was throbbing in his pants against the material. He decided to unzip and let his cock breath a little. 

Within moment Jill's head went down and she took Kyle into her soft, wet mouth. Kyle threw his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. Mark heard a soft moan escape Jill's lips. She was hot for this guy.

Mark couldn't help but be surprised at how eagerly and hungrily Jill went up and down on this guy's cock. I mean it was huge, but still? She had her hand around the base and Mark could hear the slurping and wet smacks she made as she sucked and licked him. Kyle was squirming on the couch and pulling her hair gently as she went to town on him. 

Mark could not control how horny he was and furthermore, could not believe or understand it! She started to slow down and was more gentle and easy going on his member. Mark had a clear view and watched her flick her tongue over the tip leaving a trail of pre-cum between her tongue and the head. His cock was purple and throbbing, every vein exposed. He was in heaven and being tortured at the same time. 

"Do you want to cum?" Jill asked looking up at him with that sex starved stare.

"Not like this..." Kyle replied. Jill got a look of concern on her face as she realized she had gone too far and there was no turning back....

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea..." she quipped as Kyle started to pull her up to her feet and closer to him. "I...I... mean... I'm ... married... and...." The words were coming out, but she wasn't stopping his hands from sliding up her stockings and lifting her dress to her waist.

"Then why are your panties so drenched?" Kyle asked as he hooked a finger into the crotch and pulled them down. 




Our Little Secret?



Mark was involuntarily stroking his own cock from the closet watching his wife lose control and not be able to resist this man that she had only been hanging out with for a few hours..

"Um.... I don't know... I just... well... um... I think... ohhhhhhhh" was the last thing out of her lips as she slowly sank down on Kyle's lap, straddling his thighs. Mark watched her pussy lips part as they prepared to take this enormous cock inside her. She lowered down and then up slightly to make sure his cock was nice and coated with her juice so it would ease in comfortably. Once she was all the way down on him, his cock disappeared into her pussy. 

She couldn't control her movements, her moans, nothing. This had to have been the biggest cock she ever took inside her and she was loving it. It was only a few pumps from this cock before she came. 

Mark knew all to well when his wife was coming. Her pussy clamped down on Kyle's cock and started to contract and release over and over again as she lost her breath and whimpered like a school girl. Her heels were off and her nylon covered feet and toes curled as the orgasm took her over in waves. Mark watched as the juices began to coat Kyle's cock. Jill continued to move up and down on it making sure every drop of her juice was on him.

All the squeezing and releasing around Kyle's dick made it very hard to control his own orgasm, but he wanted to hang on until Jill finished. Feeling her cum oozing from her pussy onto his already pulsating cock was the final straw though. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum" he pleaded with Jill allowing her the time and option to ease off his cock to avoid getting a pussy full of his load. 

Jill was still wild with passion and didn't seem to care what he was about to do. Mark knew she was on the pill, but was still aghast at the fact that she was about to let this cock cum inside her. He felt his own climax taking him over the edge... just as he saw Kyle arch his back and slam his stiff cock inside his wife and let out a groan... Mark's own cock shot a thick stream of cum onto the closet floor. This was followed by another, then another and then another. It was the most intense and gripping orgasm he ever felt. 

He kept his eyes glued to Jill's pussy as Kyle's hot, creamy load started to drip out of her and down his cock. He was still hard and still fucking her as he came. The guy was good. Jill was on cloud nine and she loved the feel of the hot load filling her up. She finally collapsed on his chest, savoring the large cock that was still jerking and jumping involuntarily inside her. She was so wet, her cum and his combined. 

She looked at Kyle and smiled. "Our little secret?" 

"Our little secret." He agreed.

Little did they know...



Our Little Secret



I was so nervous that first day when I walked through the door to her office. I almost hadn't showed up. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to wear, and I almost decided it wasn't worth it. "This isn't going to help anything, anyway. I don't know what I'm even going for." I didn't know why I was so nervous. Maybe it was the thought of telling someone about what really goes on inside my head, or maybe it was just the fact that going to a therapist isn't exactly the coolest way to pass a Friday afternoon. One thing I knew was that I would die if any of my friends or coworkers found out that I was going. And I'd certainly never tell my mom. She'd kill me. What was I thinking, anyway? It's not like I was depressed or anything. I'd never had any issues or mental problems before. But I was kind of stressed. I'd just gone through a really rough breakup with my boyfriend, and my roommates and I were not getting along at all. My job paid way less than I needed in order to make ends meet, so I was worried about money pretty much all the time. I was also not doing so well at my job. As it turns out, retail is not really my calling. Anyway, there was a lot on my mind and with all my strained relationships, I felt like there was nobody to open up to. But that's what therapy is for, right? So I was going.

She was definitely not what I expected. What I expected was a small, mousy woman with spectacles and weird clothing. As soon as I walked in, though, I think she could tell I was kind of stunned. She was dressed head to toe in black, but it came off looking very professional yet sexy. She was tall, taller than me, and a lot younger than I had expected. She definitely looked like she was no older than 35. She stood there slightly to the side, opening the door for me to come into her office. I was in shock and just stood there until she gestured for me to walk in the door. She had a slight smile. I'd say she was amused. 

"So, how are you doing today?" she asked, shutting the door. 

I had no idea. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" I asked. 

"40," she said with absolutely no hint of embarrassment. I liked her confidence. 

She sat down behind her desk and we chatted on for a while about her skin and her beauty products that she used. I couldn't stop complimenting her on how fantastic she looked. After I had been gushing over her for a couple minutes, she finally told me, "You're not so bad yourself," and winked at me and smiled. I smiled back, the silence between us thickening until I broke it.

I giggled. "It's been a long time since somebody's winked at me." Oh, God. I wished I hadn't said that. 

"Why is that," she asked.

"I don't know," I told her, completely flustered. I laughed again. "I kind of like it, though." 

We smiled at each other again briefly before she moved on. She didn't make any other suggestive comments and stayed very professional for the rest of the session. Somehow she even got me talking about my mom, which was a subject I never talked about with anyone. She was very good at pulling information out of people. I think it was because she gave off this vibe like she was listening closely to everything you say, but with no judgment. I felt so safe telling her everything. She was very friendly and had a welcoming personality. I was glad I had chosen her as a therapist. 

The hour was over before I even knew what happened. She got up to walk me out, and I followed her reluctantly. I was so disappointed that we were done already. It wasn't so much that I had gotten into the therapy session, not really, but it was mostly that I just wanted to be around her. I didn't want to go. Before she opened the door, however, she pulled me over so that I was standing in right front of her. 

She leaned in until our faces were inches apart. "I want you to come back," she told me quietly, and very sexily. It was obvious she meant it in a very suggestive way, especially since she was looking down my blouse while she said it. I followed her gaze down towards my blouse and when I looked up, she was still staring away at my cleavage. I grinned and waited for her to look back up before saying, "Yes. Definitely."

She smiled confidently and patted my arm before finally leading me out to make an appointment with her receptionist for next week. "I'll see you next Friday," she said while I left. I looked back just as I opened the door to go out and she was still standing there, leaning up against the wall while she watched me leave. She gave me a little wave. I left feeling like I was walking on air. "Thank God my insurance covers therapy," I thought.

I thought Friday would never come. I spent all week just waiting for it, and when Friday finally did come I couldn't believe how fast it went. All of a sudden it was 2:30, and I had to leave for my appointment in 10 minutes or I else was going to be late. I rushed into her office right on time, and checked in with the receptionist while I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to collect myself. 

I was ready to tell her about how I'd been rushing like crazy to get over here, but she invited me into her office without hardly even looking at me. She just shook my hand like I meant nothing but business to her. I was kind of hurt, but I followed her in without saying anything. She busied herself behind her desk with some papers. I sat down on the couch and after we exchanged pleasantries, she asked how my week had been.

"Pretty good. I thought about you a lot," I said without thinking about it. I instantly regretted it and watched her face closely to see what kind of a reaction she would have. She laughed.

"You did?" She sounded pleased. "I have to admit," she continued on, although somewhat ruefully, "I thought about you a lot too." 

I wasn't sure how she meant that, so I waited for her to explain more fully. She didn't explain, though. Looking down at her desk, she finally said, "I've been wanting to have dinner with you." 

That caught me off guard. "Yeah! Yeah, I'll definitely go out with you. I mean, if you want to." She nodded and caught my eye briefly before she looked back down. I was a little uneasy. She seemed so serious, not flirtatious like she had been when we first met. I wasn't so sure what was going on with her.

I decided to just go for it and ask her. "You seem sort of...I don't know, serious," I said. "Is something wrong?"

She hesitated before saying, "I've never done this before." 

I was confused. "What do you mean, like you've never done this -" I gestured to myself - "before?" What I was trying to ask was if she had ever been with a woman before. 

She smiled to herself and said plainly, "I've never had a serious relationship with someone such as yourself before. You know, a patient." She rambled on, "There have been a few love interests, but nobody that I've ever asked out." 

I was kind of embarrassed. "I prefer to think of myself as, you know...something other than a "patient." I told her.

She looked straight at me. "What would you prefer to think of yourself as?"

"I don't know. Someone who has a hot date with you on Saturday night." 

She smiled. "I'm in."

Thinking to myself on my way back home after that day's session, I was feeling sort of confused. On the one hand, she was undeniably gorgeous and I had a lot of fun chatting with her that first session. I was so curious about her and wanted to know what she was like beyond her office. I wanted to know everything about her. But she was so...weird sometimes. I felt like there was a depth to her that kind of scared me. During our second session, when she wouldn't look at me and I couldn't tell whether she was feeling me or not, I didn't know what to do. I was confused and a little hurt, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go out with someone who made me feel like that before we even had our first date. Besides, she obviously had her own conflicts about our date that she was dealing with. I felt like this might not be a good idea, but I was so attracted to her I wanted to go ahead with it anyway. I hoped she wanted to as well.

She showed no signs of hesitation when I walked into the restaurant to meet her. In fact, she warmed up to me pretty much immediately. She graciously offered to take my coat off for me, and slid her fingers down my arms as she pulled the sleeves off. It gave me goose bumps that had nothing to do with the cold weather. We sat down and instead of pulling out her menu, she rested her arms on our table and leaned forward, looking at me, her expression pleasant and calm, but unreadable. 

I smiled nervously. "I never know what you're thinking when you look at me like that."

"I'm thinking that you're beautiful," she said simply, still gazing across the table at me. This time I smiled for real, and leaned forward towards her. 

"Well, I'm thinking the same thing about you," I told her, and let myself drink her in. She was wearing a white dress - silk - with sort of a pleated look on top that was very elegant. It looked expensive. Her shoulders were mostly bare, and I briefly wondered what it would feel like to run my tongue over her clavicle. She looked so unlike how she looked in her office, so...relaxed. It was nice to see her like this. 

The waitress interrupted us to see if we wanted drinks, and took our drink order. I finally began to look at the menu. Even though I'd been dying to try out this restaurant for months, I couldn't focus long enough to read. I finally just put the thing down and stared at her, since that's what I'd been wanting to do all along. She looked up and smiled at me, then went back to reading her menu. "The salmon sounds good," she said.

"Yeah," I said, not getting into it. 

She put her menu down and gave me an amused expression. "I'm glad it sounds good." 

I laughed. "Sorry," I said, and managed to make it through the rest of the meal without being awkward. I have no idea how I did it, though. She made me so nervous. It wasn't like me, I usually could make it through a date without spazzing out or anything. Just not with her. I hoped she didn't think that I was a complete dork. 

When we were ready to leave, she walked me to my car. I felt the nervousness returning. I fumbled in my purse for my keys, finally digging them out before I turned around to face her. She was waiting patiently. 

"I had a really great time," I said. 

"Me, too," she said, and stepped forward until she was so close that I could feel her breath on my face. I leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. I still remember how she felt that night, the way her lipstick tasted and the way her perfume smelled. It was like a wave of heat went through my whole body. All of a sudden our hands were caressing each others' faces and our mouths were opening to each other. Our tongues touched and we moaned softly into each others' mouths. I wondered if I should have worn sexier underwear. 

She pulled away slightly. "Do you want to come home with me?" she murmured, still caressing my cheek. 

I was surprised by how fast we were moving, and I was a little scared. I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to say, "Yes, take me," and another part wanted to be a little more careful. After all, we barely knew each other. But the next thing I knew, we were kissing again and all I could think about was how she felt. Any hesitation that I had was lost in the heat in the moment. I wanted to touch her skin, but she was wearing her coat. 

"Get in my car," I growled. I unlocked the doors and opened the back door. She looked surprised but started to climb in. I pushed her in the rest of the way and climbed in with her, slamming the door shut behind me. I had to touch her. Her coat buttons were big, so they were thankfully easy to unbutton. I pulled her coat off and threw it over the driver's seat. She knelt over me and devoured my mouth with a deep kiss. I pulled her in and ran my hands down her arms, over her shoulders, down her back, everywhere. I couldn't stop. 

Our thighs found each other's pussies and we immediately started rubbing against each other. Our dresses rode up to our waists and I took advantage of that to squeeze her bare ass. She was wearing a purple, lacy thong that didn't cover much. I loved it, but the panties had to go. I slid them off, pushing them down her legs with my foot until they finally came off and fell to the floor of the car. She had gotten my coat off somehow and had slipped a hand under the top of my dress, squeezing one of my breasts. She started moaning and slipped her hand in between my legs. I threw my head back as she rubbed her whole hand up and down my pussy. I knew she must have been able to feel the pussy juice coming out the sides of my thong. 

With one of her fingers, she expertly pushed my panties to the side and slid her middle two fingers inside me. It felt like I had a mini orgasm just from that. We both moaned as she slowly began to slide her fingers in, and then out. I could tell she was savoring the feel of my pussy around her fingers. She pulled my panties off and they disappeared. Her thumb found my clit and quickly rubbed it, before she went back to pumping in and out with her fingers. I found a comfortable spot in the backseat and pulled my legs up towards my chest, giving her more room. She glanced up at my face with lust in her eyes, then fixed her gaze on my pussy and the fingers she was sliding in and out. 

I reached towards her head and pulled it down to my pussy. I wanted to feel her tongue on my clit, to make me come. She obliged and I scooted up farther, and she settled herself between my legs and took hold of my hips before she started running her tongue up and down my slit. I gasped at how good it felt. She sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it. Almost immediately it felt like I was going to come. I put one hand on the back of her head and my other hand pushed up against the door behind me. It was just so intense. My hips rocked against her mouth. Panting, I looked down at her and saw her looking up at me, watching my face as I neared the brink of orgasm. I threw my head back and felt it rip through me. I vaguely heard her moan into my pussy as my hips bucked. 

When I felt myself come down from my orgasm, she climbed over me to kiss me on the mouth. I grabbed her face and drew out her tongue to suck on it. It tasted like my pussy. She moaned again and I could tell she needed to come. It was hard to move around because the backseat was so cramped, so instead of switching her over onto her back I pulled her hips up towards my face while I scooted down. She lowered her pussy onto my willing mouth. It was so wet, I didn't know where to start licking her. I wanted to lick her everywhere. I made out with her whole pussy. I sucked her lips into my mouth and lathered them with my saliva until her entire pussy was wet, both from my mouth and from her arousal. I spread her lips open and licked as far inside of her pussy as I could get until I reached my way up to her clit. It felt so good, not just for her but for me as well. I was getting off on it. 

She moaned as I captured her swollen clit in my mouth. I was instantly captivated by it. I ran my tongue in circles over it while she moaned, then sucked it in to my mouth and flicked my tongue over it like she had done to me. She started squirming and I would have had a hard time keeping my mouth on her if she hadn't been pressing herself against my face. I held onto her hips with one hand while I reached up and began massaging one of her tits with the other. Her hands went everywhere, one second she grabbed my hand that was on her breast and massaged herself through my hand, and one second she was gripping the edge of the car seat with the other. It was like she didn't know what to do with herself, it felt so good. And then she shuddered, and I slipped a finger inside her pussy so I could feel her come. The muscles in her pussy twitched over my finger as I continued to lick her through her orgasm. 

She got down and laid down on top of me, softly rubbing my side while we kissed. The heat had gone out of us and we laid there, just relaxed. There was still a lot more that I wanted to do with her, but that could wait until later. Right then it was nice to just lay there, to feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her body against me. We stayed like that for a couple minutes until eventually we started moving again and found our underwear. I couldn't find mine, so I just pulled my dress back down over my hips and figured I'd be going straight home anyway. No one would know. It would be our little secret. 



Our Little Secret



The phone's backlight flashed on. 7:58 PM. I hit the lock button and sat back, fidgeting nervously as I listened to bland local sports talk radio. As they yammered on about baseball, something in the rearview mirror caught my eye. Nah, nothing, just a few patrons exiting the nondescript suburban Burger King as I sat in the lot.

It was a nice night. Relatively warm, mid-70s, the sun had just begun to set on another early summer evening. I considered lighting up a smoke as I surveyed the lot yet again. The dinner rush had ended; only a few straggler patrons left -- and me, of course, as I sat in my car waiting.

A car turned into the lot -- was it her? No, they're heading for the drive-thru. Damn.

7:59 PM. Had it really only been 1 minute? It felt like an eternity. A second car pulled into the lot and parked off to the other side, perhaps 10 spaces away. This has to be her.

* buzz buzz * My phone began to vibrate. I answered nervously, trying to sound suave. As I answered, I looked across the lot to see the woman in the other car looking at me. I nodded briefly and hung up the phone, taking a deep breath and opening my car door to finally greet her.

She stepped out of her car and opened her driver's side rear door. I steeled myself and stood firm as she grabbed a small duffel bag and headed towards me. I could tell she was a bit nervous as well as our eyes met, a sight which strangely calmed me down.

Much to my surprise, she looked -- thankfully -- average. Of course we'd shared pictures online, but I suppose you never know until you actually meet someone. 

"Maria?" I asked, already knowing the answer as she walked toward me.

"Ryan?" She gave a half-smile. She had dressed modestly for the occasion. She was roughly the size she had described herself, a mere 5'4", 135 pounds. Not petite, but not overweight -- in any event, she had a completely different body-type from my usual girl. I tried to put that out of my mind as we made eye contact once again. Her skin was as caramel-colored as I'd imagined, and she wore her blonde-brown hair in a ponytail tucked inside of a Detroit Tigers cap. It was almost as if she didn't want to be recognized. Her jeans were seemingly skin-tight, the kind of jeans that looked like they take forever to get on. Combined with her t-shirt, her seemingly innocuous look helped to show off her curves without being too overt about it.

She approached, and we hugged awkwardly. "I remember the rules, no kissing," she smirked as we embraced. I blushed -- I can't believe she remembered such an old rule of mine, but she was right -- I had vowed not to kiss another woman as long as I was dating my girlfriend.

We made small talk before finally heading out, and as I began to drive, the reality finally set in. Literally a year after our chance encounter online, and after developing a strong, albeit very sexual, online friendship, I had finally met Maria. She guided me through the winding suburban highways and streets as we chatted, the kind of awkward chat that old friends who hadn't seen each other in years would have. Ignoring the obvious sexual elephant in the room, I asked about her kids, who the babysitter was, and so on. Up close, she certainly showed her age; the lines in her face telling the tale of the divorced single mother. She was 39, a mother of two and 12 years my senior, but neither of us seemed to mind as we chatted excitedly.

Not 25 minutes later, I pulled down a nice middle-class cul-de-sac on her direction. She scanned the mailboxes in-between peeks at her phone, finally stopping me at 117 Pine Woods Drive. I turned the car off and we sat in the dark in the street in front of the house. There were a few cars in the driveway, but most of the interior lights were off. Was this it?

She smiled nervously and nodded. I looked at her, finally serious for the first time since we met, and asked if she was sure she was ready. She nodded again, eagerly. I resisted the urge to kiss her and began to dial the number in my phone that Mike had given to me.

"Hello?" A man answered.

"Is this Mike?" I questioned. 

"Is this Ryan?" He shot back immediately.

"I believe we're here," I replied. That cut the tension.

"Awesome! Come to the front door and ring the bell, Tara will let you in."

Maria could hear the conversation from the loud speaker on the phone. I could tell she was excited but nervous. "What if the guys are weird?" she asked, suddenly cautious.

"You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with," I replied, reaching into the backseat to grab her duffel bag. "If you're uncomfortable, we'll leave immediately. These guys have a good reputation."

It was true, they did have a good reputation. Within a month of meeting Maria online, we had both gotten to discussing our mutual group sex fantasy. Her ex had no interest, and of course, I have a girlfriend, so neither of us ever imagined it happening. But here we were, having found an online group willing to indulge her multiple-man fantasy. And they did come highly recommended -- though they were a private club meeting only monthly, their "testimonials" were impressive. Per the reports, the men were friendly, clean, and fun. And I didn't drive an hour to meet Maria for nothing.

I pressed my hand against the small of her back as we walked up the front steps. Never in a million years would I have guessed what debauchery goes on in this house, in this neighborhood. I had expected a frat house, not a cookie-cutter suburb. I rang the bell, Maria by my side, and within seconds a woman answered. She looked to be in her early 40s, maybe 5'9" (taller than me), brunette, fit. Not too bad looking, actually. She scanned me up and down -- "you must be Ryan and Maria?" Maria nodded, and the woman broke into a big smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Tara. Come on in," she gave Maria a hug and helped her inside.

I followed the women inside cautiously. We had talked with Tara before; she was Mike's wife and the facilitator, of sorts. Before I could even get my shoes off, Tara had whisked Maria away and a man was asking what I wanted to drink.

I kindly asked for a beer, and he introduced himself as David, a member of their group. He looked to be in his early 30s, about my height 5'7", but a bit stockier and without glasses. We shook hands and he grabbed me a beer out of the fridge and led me to the living room in the back of the house where 2 other men were sitting and watching the hockey playoffs. I introduced myself to the men, shaking their hands before sitting down. Mike was there -- we had spoken previously, he was the homeowner and pseudo-leader of the group. He looked to be in his mid-40s, tall, salt-and-pepper hair, thin. Paul was the other man, he couldn't have been much older than me, perhaps 6'0", average build. Within minutes we were fast friends, shooting the shit about the NHL and drinking beers like old friends.

Evan was the next to arrive. He couldn't have been much older than 21, and he sat down on the couch on the opposite end from me. The beer continued to flow, and seemingly 20 minutes had passed until Tara and Maria entered the living room, giggling and carrying mixed drinks. Tara sat down on the floor next to Mike and gave Maria a look as she immediately came to sit right next to me on the couch. We snuggled briefly, not really acknowledging each other too much as we chatted with the others.

Maria seemed to be getting along with the men. They took turns asking her questions about her background -- 39, Puerto Rican-American, divorced, kids aged 8 and 11 -- her relationship status -- single -- her hobbies -- sadly, mostly just taking care of the kids and working, and so on. Of course, I'd heard all of this before, but was happy to have her on my arm as she answered, her body warm against mine. As much as I'd promised myself that I had no feelings for her other than pure sexual lust, I began to doubt myself.

Kyle and James were the last two to arrive. They claimed to be brothers, though I have no idea. Both were older, perhaps Mike's age though they looked a little older. The small talk continued and the drinks kept coming as the night went on, Maria inching closer to me with every passing minute. The longer we went, the more I noticed the men hanging on Maria's words, eyeing her, checking her out -- and that snapped me back to reality, once again realizing why we were here.

The hockey game ended, and the clock inched towards 10 PM. I could tell Maria was definitely loosening up; the alcohol had gotten to her and she had started to giggle a lot more, seemingly laughing at every joke one of the men told.

Tara and Maria made eye contact, and Tara seemed to egg Maria on with only her eyes. Tara moved to Mike's lap, and Mike's roaming hands were painfully obvious to all of us. I still wasn't quite sure Tara's status in this whole arrangement. Clearly she was okay with Mike being involved, and she almost seemed like the instigator of it all. Was she fair game? Off limits? As I took a swig of my beer, I felt Maria finally make her move to my lap. Despite the past two hours of friendly illicit behavior, something finally felt wrong about this, and I nearly jumped out of my seat.

But the alcohol had kicked in, and I sat back and relaxed as she climbed onto my lap, continuing her conversations as normal, totally ignoring the fact that she was now slowly gyrating her hips onto mine. The other four men happily watched the two girls on our laps as the conversation continued normally until Mike finally broke the deadlock.

"So, Maria. What are the limits tonight?" He asked, teasing her. Tara giggled on his lap. I could sense Maria tensing a bit; I put my hands on her hips to steady her.

"I don't know, what do you mean?" She asked shyly.

"You know what I mean. What are our limits? Anal? Where can we finish? How rough can we be? You'll need a safeword too, sweetie," he commented casually.

I was eager to see Maria's response, and she took it in stride. "No anal," she replied shaking her head. "You can finish wherever you want," she smiled, "and I like rough sex. Safe word...." She trailed off, pausing for a second. "Kansas. Kansas is my safeword."

And with that, the cat was out of the bad. Tara got off of Mike's lap, took Maria's hand, and led her into a doorway off the kitchen hallway. I started to get up to follow, but Evan shook his head and motioned for me to sit back down. "Tara will come get us when she's ready. Trust me, you'll be fine." I sat back down, half-drunk, enjoying this whole scene but eager to see what came next..

Mike stood up and began to collect our paperwork. I fished mine out of my pocket -- a clean bill of sexual health, from four days ago. Mike collected the documents and scanned them before handing them to me, as the guest of honor. I scanned the files myself -- all of the men had a clean result. I nodded and gave them back to Mike. "She's on the pill, yes?" he asked.

"Yes, she is," I replied, knowing it was a prerequisite to join the group. Some of the other men nodded in agreement and Mike sat back down as we kept drinking our beers as if nothing had happened.

A few minutes later, Tara emerged from the same doorway and told us that it was time. My heart skipped a beat a bit as Mike led the group to the door. I followed him with the rest of the group in tow as we headed into what looked to be a dingy unfinished basement. The walls were slightly damp, with a washer/dryer hookup against the wall. In the corner was a door that looked surprisingly new, and Tara opened it to reveal a small basement bedroom. The room was finished after all, though it looked as though it hadn't been remodeled since the 80s. 

I surveyed the surroundings. A long couch sat against the left wall -- the upholstery cloth looking like it had been beaten up pretty badly. There was a small card table in the middle of the room, and a double bed against the back wall. Some small folding chairs dotted the room and there looked to be a small bathroom against the right wall in the back corner. Frankly, this room seemed very out of place in this nice middle-class home.

After the quick survey, my eyes darted to the couch, where Maria sat, sipping another drink but wearing a pink bathrobe. The color contrasted nicely against her light brown skin, I thought to myself. The men entered, and the room suddenly felt crowded as the 8 of us loitered and Tara closed the door. She dimmed the lights and Mike reached over to the stereo to turn on some dance music, and the men and Tara began to settle into the folding chairs. 

Tara nodded to Maria, and she must have trained Maria well as Maria instinctively stood up and dropped her robe. The men hollered, audible over the thumping house music, as she revealed her underwear. She looked phenomenal. Her tight red panties barely covered her juicy hips and butt, and her matching red bra barely obscured her nipples on her enticingly-thick 36D frame. Immediately I knew I was going to make some big mistakes tonight, but in my alcohol-fueled haze, I didn't care.

I heard the jangling of belts as some of the men fidgeted, getting themselves ready, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her in the dim light. She bent over and posed for us on the couch. On her back, legs spread. On her knees, ass up facing us. She turned and sat on the couch, facing us, legs spread as she pulled her panties to the side to reveal her sweet spot. I could audibly hear the tension in the room drop as she began to touch herself, the boys finally relaxing and enjoying the moment. I couldn't make out her pussy in the dim light, but I unbuttoned my belt and took my shirt off on cue with the others.

She was simply mesmerizing. It was as if she had done this a million times before, though I knew this was her first time. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she fingered herself. Evan and James had fully disrobed, and the rest of us followed suit, save for Tara who remained fully clothed. I admired Maria's confidence as she showed herself to us, and Mike motioned silently for me to make a move on her.

It was time. My girlfriend would kill me, but there was no turning back now. I made a move slowly to the edge of the couch, my eyes locking with hers as I moved. She remained stoic, turning her attention to the remainder of the room to continue with her show. I sat next to her, nude on the grimy couch, house music blaring, as our legs brushed against each other, reminding us of the gravity of the situation. She turned her attention to me, stopping her fingering, looking at me as if to say "what now?"

I didn't miss a beat. I leaned in and unclasped her bra in one fell swoop, tossing it to the floor to reveal her breasts. I surveyed the room -- all of the others watched intently as I began to suck on her right breast, then squeeze the left. I felt myself getting harder, and she must have as well as I felt her hand brush against my cock. I fumbled with her panties, pulling them off her legs and tossing them to the floor as she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke slowly.

I paused, not sure how to react as she stroked, caught up in the moment. Kyle broke the silence with a hearty "suck him!" from the crowd.

And she did. And it was unbelievable. She bent down on the couch and began to suck slowly, her warm mouth engulfing my cock. I looked down and our eyes met once again. All of our discussions, our dirty chats -- I never thought it'd actually happen, let alone like this. It was surreal -- the thumping bass of the dance music, the dim lighting of the room, the hooting and hollering of the crowd. I took the back of her head and softly guided it up and down on my shaft for a few strokes before pulling out. I nodded to the men and backed away, not wanting to keep her all to myself -- it was time for the action.

I stepped away and moved to the edge of the bed as Paul moved toward her. He was maybe seven inches -- to be honest, all of the men appeared about the same as I was, in the six-and-a-half to seven range. He guided her, seated, legs spread facing him, and he wasted no time mounting her, her moans piercing the air.

Tara stood up and turned up the speakers, drowning her moans in thumping dance music, and Paul began to open Maria up. Tara broke my gaze as she left the room, leaving the 6 of us men with Maria. I couldn't help but feel like her protector, her guardian as Paul penetrated her.

Within two minutes, he motioned to the group and pulled out to step aside. James stepped in and took his turn on her. And two minutes later, it was Evan's turn.

They worked efficiently and seemingly emotionlessly. They'd done this before, I told myself -- used other girls for their enjoyment and moved on. But I couldn't help but make eye contact with Maria. When she wasn't looking at the men, her eyes were focused on me, and mine on hers. She had pretty hazel eyes, something I'd never noticed about her until now as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.

But it wasn't to be for long. Evan stepped away and Mike stepped up, grabbing Maria's hips and turning her facedown-ass up on the couch. It was a glorious site, that round booty up in the air, and again he wasted no time getting one leg up on the couch and entering her.

Our eye contact had been broken, and I couldn't do anything but watch Mike and then Kyle take turns on her gorgeous body. Kyle took her roughly, and I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her body as he worked. Her moans were slightly audible, but muffled as her head was in the couch. But again, he stepped away within a few minutes and motioned, this time to me.

It was almost as if I had forgotten I was supposed to take a turn on her. I was in a daze. Kyle stepped away and beckoned, and my eyes were fixated on her body as I sauntered towards her. I could see her peeking up from her facedown position, but I blocked her out as I eyed her up.

It truly was a phenomenal sight. Her burnt-caramel skin, hair falling onto the couch, her manicured nails holding her thighs open. She had a little bit of cellulite, but that was to be expected -- she was a regular chick, not a porn star, after all. Her asshole was nice and tight, slightly darker than her skin tone, and her lips looked loose, dark brown, meaty. Certainly not the tight, taut style you see in porn, but I was enamored regardless.

I took a deep breath and put a leg up on the couch before taking my cock in my hands to feel my way inside her in the dark. It took virtually no effort and slid right in, her hole wide open from the previous men. I could sense that she was beginning to lose wetness, no doubt from all of the activity, and I tried to take it easy on her, our hips rocking in unison.

Thoughts flashed through my head -- what would my girlfriend think? - why am I doing this? -- but then I refocused on her plump ass -- and there was no way I was quitting now. 

That is, until Paul tapped me on the shoulder and motioned me to the side. Maria grabbed for my thighs as I stepped away, and I could see her looking for me, her eyes looking for safety. I instinctively took her right hand in mine as Paul took his turn on her. I could tell he wouldn't be long, given his forcefulness in getting to take a turn. He had been stroking for the past 10 minutes and was clearly edging -- he asked Maria to get on her knees for him.

She obliged, and within moments Paul had finished on her face. I couldn't help but stroke while watching as he shot on her, then dribbled the remainder before stepping back to admire his work.

I moved to Maria to help her to her feet at Kyle moved in, and our eyes met once again. She looked confident, poised, despite being covered in cum. "Kiss me," she said forcefully.

Taken aback, I tensed for a second. "Kiss me," she repeated. We were mere inches from each other. The absurdity of the situation sunk in as she stood next to me, face covered in cum, asking for a kiss. But the heat of the moment overwhelmed any uncertainty and we began to make out, our first kiss. The initial ickiness of Paul's cum, slimy and wet, on my skin and lips subsided as we kissed passionately.




Our Little Secret



Kyle moved in, and without a beat, I lifted Maria's right leg and Kyle entered standing up. Kissing Maria felt so right -- her hot breath on my lips, our tongues interlocking, my hands on her thigh and breast. I could feel her moaning with Kyle's thrusts, our kisses punctuated by her gasping for air.

But Kyle wasn't long for the world either, and he began to shake and moan like only someone on the verge of orgasm would. He motioned to her, and I guided her to the floor where she began to suck. It took only seconds for Kyle to finish in her mouth, and she began to swallow like a professional.

Evan couldn't handle the moment and rushed over as soon as Kyle pulled out of her mouth. But he didn't quite make it, his semen splashing across her lips before he could get inside of her mouth to finish. I held my hand on the back of her head as she swallowed Evan's shot.

I lifted her to her feet and we kissed again; this time I could taste the saltiness inside her mouth. I lifted her off her feet and sat down on the couch, pulling her atop me, straddling, as I entered her once again. We kissed as she rode, as if we were the only two in the room, our bodies intertwined as we made love.

We weren't the only ones, though, and James and Mike moved in, their cocks dangling near our heads. I nodded to Maria, and she began to suck the two of them, one on each side of us, as I continued to grind into her pussy. The feeling was exhilarating, penetrating her as she sucked just inches away from my face. My hands roamed her delicious ass, spreading it for the others to see.

And within minutes, Mike and James were on the edge, and she earned their shots as well. Mike pulled her in and I watched intently as she eyed him as he came. She swallowed, we kissed, and she did the same for James. 

I was in awe. Three full loads, plus two others -- she was a goddess. And I wasn't going to last much longer. Mike and James had stepped away, and I knew that it was my turn -- the eyes of the room were on me. Finally alone, we continued to makeout and grind, our bodies finally one as we had each hoped. Her pussy had nearly dried, but there was no stopping me as I finally came inside of her. I grasped for her back, her back arching, pushing her breasts into me. We moaned in unison until I began gasping for air and we were done.

Maria slid off of me, our sweaty bodies together again on the couch. Then men hollered and cheered once again, and I kissed Maria passionately, as if we were lifelong lovers. Our eyes met and I pinned her down on the couch, our naked bodies grinding as we locked lips.

Tara, who had apparently entered the room during our ecstasy, arrived to take Maria away, leading her out of the room and up the stairs.

The men had clothed during our moment, and I got dressed as well. There were many congratulations, and I felt happy with our conquest, but I couldn't help but think about her and how amazing she was.

About 20 minutes later, while the men were relaxing and chatting in the living room, Tara and Maria emerged from upstairs. Maria had taken a shower, her still-wet hair glistening under her same modest ballcap. She didn't look anything like the woman that we had just ravaged, looking instead like a quiet mother. Several of the men had left, but Mike and Evan each gave her a big hug and told her to come back anytime. I knew it was time to leave -- I waited for Maria to gather her duffel bag from the basement as I said goodbye to the remaining guys. Mike shook my hand strongly and asked that I bring her back as soon as possible. I smiled and told him that I hoped I could.

But the truth was, I was worried that Maria and I had gotten way too close. As we walked out, hand-in-hand, I had a feeling that we had just opened a can of worms that neither of us wanted to close.

We didn't speak much on the ride home, save for some small talk. Neither of us really wanted to delve into what happened, I don't think. There was heat, there was passion, there was a connection -- we both felt it. There was no denying it. The only question now was -- where do we go from here?

We pulled into the Burger King parking lot, both of our lives and our relationship forever changed. I pulled into the same spot in the corner, about 10 spaces from her car, not sure how to proceed. I had to kiss her, I know. I couldn't resist.

I leaned over the console and we kissed passionately once again, without saying a word. It was as if we hadn't skipped a beat, we French kissed for several minutes before I broke the silence and said goodbye to her.

But she didn't say goodbye, instead opting to keep kissing. It felt so right, yet so wrong. My girl was waiting for me an hour away, thinking I was out with my friends. And her kids were sound asleep, thankfully clueless of their mother's debauchery.

I could see her eyes spying the clock. 12:41 AM.

"I live 20 minutes away," she said, her voice trailing off. "I have the babysitter until 1:30...."

I kissed her neck. I knew where this was going. "Are we really going to do this?" I asked.

She shrugged between neck kisses. "You tell me."

"Get in the backseat," I whispered, turning the car off and stepping out into the chilly night air to move to the back. The parking lot was dead, save for her car. We were parked in a dark spot in the lot.

She giggled as she tossed her duffel bag to the front seat and we convened in the back. "This wasn't on the agenda," I whispered, taking my shirt off before helping her out of hers.

"I know it wasn't," she replied. "But we both want it."

I did want it. I shouldn't want it, but I did. I wiggled out of my jeans and helped pull hers off, her back against the door and her legs in the air.

I couldn't resist the temptation. I pushed my legs underneath her ass and pulled her hips to my mouth as I lay across the backseat on my back with her on top of me. Wasting no time, I began to tongue her slit all the way back to her asshole, my cock becoming erect underneath her back. She giggled as my tongue flicked her ass.

"Going right for the ass, I see," she teased as I licked.

I decided to tease right back. "I figured nothing's off limits after seeing you get fucked by six men."

She liked that comment. "You like that? I bet your girl doesn't do that for you," she teased again.

"No, she doesn't," I moaned, enjoying the teasing. "She's not a slut like you."

"She can't do it like me," Maria crowed, pushing her hips into my face. "She won't do this for you," she continued, flipping her body onto her stomach to sixty-nine with me, both of our legs pressed against opposite doors.

"Fuck...." I moaned, my legs going weak as we took turns pleasuring each other. I lapped at her clit before moving leisurely to her asshole. "When's the last time you had your ass licked in the backseat of a car on a first date?"

She giggled. "First date? Is that what this is?

"You could say that," I replied, hands slapping her ass. The windows had totally fogged over, and I reached to my phone -- 1:03 AM. I showed it to her, and she whimpered sadly.

"Seven minutes." She said softly.

"Get on your back," I replied, not responding to her time comment.

She complied, fully in heat. Her back pressed against the door, her thick thighs on the backseat. I mounted, spreading her legs, and entered, pressing her firmly against the door with my thrusts. From then on, there were no words, just moans, grunts, and gasps for air. Seven minutes of perfection, neither of us wanting it to end. She was still gaping a bit from the earlier action, but she had regained some wetness, and it was enough for us to enjoy. Our bodies sweating again as we pressed together, with no break in the action, our hands roaming each others' bodies with only the car's creaks and our moans to guide us.

In a brief moment of rest, I grabbed the phone once again. 1:11 AM. "You should get going," I whispered, sitting back onto the driver's side rear seat, pulling out, tired. I hadn't finished.

"Get my phone for me," she said softly. I reached to the front and grabbed it as I felt her soft hand on my cock. I nearly melted into the seat as I moaned and gave her the phone. She immediately began punching away at the keys as I moved closer to her. Still texting, she awkwardly climbed atop me lap as I sat in the center seat. I was still hard, my cock resting underneath her ass cheeks as she turned the phone to face me.

"Gonna be 15 minutes late, sorry, will pay you extra," the text read. She tossed the phone on the seat and I wasted no time re-entering her pussy, careful not to bump her head on the car ceiling. My hands served as a buffer between my thighs and her ass as I guided her ride.

I couldn't remember the last time I had fucked my girlfriend twice in a span of hours, yet here I was with Maria riding me like I'd never been ridden before. On the surface, it seemed like a losing proposition. My girlfriend was, to be honest, better looking than Maria, with a sexier and tighter body. But Maria knew how to work, how to use her goods, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together broke my haze.

This felt incredible, and I couldn't believe that I hadn't cum yet. Maria held her hair back behind her head and out of her face as we grinded together; I could feel myself reaching incredibly deep inside. Her high-pitched moans and the squeaks of the bouncing car got me ever closer to completion as I spread her cheeks with my hands. I knew I had free reign over her as I slowly inserted a finger. It was an odd feeling, I could feel my cock pulsing inside her other hole, our bodies moving slowly as we tired. She gasped a little, but didn't fight, and I inserted a second. Tight. We weren't getting any further than this without lube.

She leaned in to kiss me as I gently fingered her, stretching her open slowly. We had talked about ass play before many times -- she was intrigued, interested -- but had never done it. And tonight I knew we didn't have time.

Her breath was disjointed as she breathed seemingly in tune with my fingers, probing and opening her ass. I could tell she was nervously enjoying it, and I didn't want to ruin the moment as I felt myself inching ever closer to finishing.

Between kisses, I broke our silence once again. "You like when I take both holes, slut?" It came out awkward, sorta wrong. I wanted to punch myself. But she didn't seem to mind.

"Yes," she said softly. "Can I be your slut?"

I nearly came right then and there, my eyes rolled back as I snapped back to reality. I removed my two fingers from her and continued to let her ride slowly. I brought my fingers to our mouths, and motioned for her to suck. She did, sucking my index and middle finger while looking me in the eye.

After a few seconds, I removed them and sucked on them myself for a half-second before leaning to kiss her. I could taste her ass on her breath. Slightly sweaty, slightly offputting, but not enough to stop me.

"I fucked six men for you," she moaned. "I think I should be your slut."

That put me over the edge. I felt it coming as I grasped at her wide hips and juicy ass. She could tell I was about to cum, and my eyes moved up her body, surveying her beautiful caramel skin, hazel eyes, faux-blonde hair.

"Let me be your slut, baby," she crowed, egging me on. "Your girlfriend doesn't do it like me. I'm your slut," one hand holding her hair back, the other on my chest. "I know she doesn't fuck you like this."

She was right. 

I let out a deep moan and began to cum, hard. Harder than I had in a long time, and harder than I had just hours earlier. I felt my body writhe as she moaned, sensing I was mid-orgasm. My hands instinctively squeezed her asscheeks as I held myself inside of her.

Out of breath, I helped her off of me and onto the rear passenger seat, thinking we were done. But she wasn't. Wasting no time, she draped her left leg across my thighs and began to rub herself furiously. Lost in the entire moment, I had completely missed how close she was to finishing. For a second I felt bad, knowing I could've made her cum with just a few more minutes, but that feeling subsided as I watched her masturbate. I leaned in and kissed her neck down to her breasts as she rubbed, her leg dancing across mine with her other leg pressed against the door.

It couldn't have been more than two minutes until I heard a familiar orgasm moan, the moan I had heard several times before during our occasional phone sex. I backed away and watched, loving the sight of her working her clit. Her back arched once, twice, three times, her body heaving with the orgasm. She fell back into her seat, exhausted.

She began to reach to the front for her duffel bag when I stopped her, knowing this was my chance to exert a little dominance. The car reeked of sweat and sex, and the cocktail of bodily fluid on the seat underneath where she sat would certainly be difficult to clean.

"Suck on your fingers for me," I demanded softly, knowing she would comply. And she did, sucking them clean, her nicely manicured fingers pushing the combination of my semen and her wetness into her mouth. "You know we're doing anal next time, right?"  

She smiled. "When's next time?" She reached to get her clothes and began shuffling them on.

"I don't know. Soon. Maybe a week or two," truth be told, I wanted to fuck her again right then and there.

"Good," she replied, kissing me as she put on her shirt. I began to clothe myself as well, and we didn't say much as she gathered her things.

We kissed again as she was about to leave, and I reflected on what had just happened with a clear head. I drove an hour to meet a woman from the internet. A single mother, 12 years older than I. I took part as six men ran a train on her. Then I had ridiculous sex with her in the backseat of my car. I shook my head in amazement as she grabbed the rest of her things.

"See you soon," she told me with a hug.

"Very soon," I replied.

"Hopefully," she smiled. I leaned in to kiss her and she reciprocated before pulling close to my left ear. "I can feel your cum dripping out of my pussy." She kissed me on the cheek and turned and walked away, back to her car and back to her kids.

Yeah, I'm in deep trouble.



Our Little Secret



This is a true story and I was very reluctant to write it initially since it deals with sensitive issues with my close friends. In order to respect the individual's identify, I have changed the name of the characters in the story. 




So we are a small East Indian community in the suburbs of Washington DC. We live in Virginia about 30 miles from DC. I am married and have 2 wonderful kids. We have a friend circle of about 10 families most of who are from the India as well. 

Hritik and Rachana are very close family friends of ours. They have 2 kids as well. Rachana is about 33 years old and has a voluptuous body. She is about 5 feet 3 inches with dark black hair. She has a good sense of humor and is a flirt in her own rights. 

Rachana and I flirt publically but it was always considered harmless. We pull each other's legs and everyone believes that we are just goofing and nothing is serious. I was under the same impression too but always wondered and imagined her in the bed. 

It was the month of September when my wife and kids took a vacation to her mom's place without me. Rachana being a very good friend invited me quite a few times to have lunch and dinner at her place. I liked being single and never paid heed until one day when I was very close to her house and got a call to join her for lunch. 

I wanted good food and thought of swinging by for a bit. I reached her place and rang the bell. Rachana opened the door and gave me a hug. She might have just showered since her hair was wet and she did smell good. We went inside and started talking. I noticed that her kids were not at home. I enquired and she mentioned that they had been attending day care. We sat and had some good pasta, she opened a bottle of Merlot and had a very pleasant conversation. 

During our conversation, we started talking about all the knuckle heads we dated when we were young. I jokingly mentioned that if I had met her when I was single, I would have asked her out. She smiled and said that she would have done the same. I am not sure what happened after that, could have been the wine but we started flirting more and more and kept sipping on that wine. 

After about an hour, I told her that I needed to leave since I had to run some errands, she held my hand and stopped me and mentioned how well she had enjoyed our conversation. We looked at each other's eyes and something just struck me. I reached out and placed my lips on hers. She responded back with the same passion. We were kissing gently, very softly with her lips just caressing mine, I slowly placed my tongue in her mouth and met her tongue. There was just pure passion involved and I slowly pushed her to the wall. Once she was against the wall, our passion increased and we were kissing a lot more profoundly. 

We might have spent about 5 minutes kissing when she suggested we go to her room. As soon as we entered, I pushed her against the bed and fell on her kissing her again, as we were kissing, she started caressing my back and I moved my hands over her breasts over her t shirt. She was moaning and I took the courage to move my hands underneath her shirt. I could feel the laces on her bra and quickly asked her to take off her shirt. She took off her t shirt and I removed her bra in a hurry. She helped me take off my shirt and pants as well. I threw her to the bed and removed her tight jeans. She was there lying naked with just her panties on her. I moved my hands over her panties and felt how warm she was down there. I started stroking her clit over her panties while continuing to kiss her. 

She then asked me to take off my boxers since she wanted to feel me. I obeyed and too off my boxers. As soon as I did that, she took my hard on and started kissing all over it. She massaged my balls while sucking on the tip of my penis. I was enjoying this. I then told her it was my turn and gently removed her black panties. There was a naked and beautiful. Her pussy looked very tight and she had probably not shaved for a couple of weeks since she had small pubic hair on her pussy. I quickly went down on her and started kissing her down there. Her pussy smelt really good and the tiny hair were pricking on my well shaved face. I quickly got to her clit and started licking it. She loved it and kept moaning. I then used 2 of my fingers and slowly entered her with them. She was moaning, her eyes closed and holding my hand. I could feel her come. She closed her eyes tight and arched and tightened her pussy. She was cumming hard. 

We played with each other for a bit and then she mentioned that she would like me to enter her. I slowly placed the tip of my penis on her pussy and entered her, she let out a moan when I did that. We started moving in unison and then she started cumming again. Our pace was increasing and before we knew I was ramming into her. She was moaning and dug her nails on my butt. I was very close to cumming and asked if where she would want me to cum. She told me that she wanted every inch of my cum inside her. Keep in mind, we had not used protection during our the whole exercise. 

I started cumming inside of her and then we both collapsed on the bed. We kissed each other again and after 5 minutes started playing with each other again. This resulted us in having sex again, this time in doggy style and I came inside her again. 

We both cleaned ourselves and said good bye. We have never spoken about that incident to our partners and for some reason never repeated that again. We still meet each other in group settings and give each other a hug and smile at each other when we have an eye contact. 

I am not sure if this was a one time thing and I have no idea why we have never done that again but I guess that has helped us keep our friendship. 

I have always wondered if I should approach her and express my desire to continue with our relationship and I am happy I have not. That whole mystery is what keeps this a very special relationship.



Our Little Secret



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Our Little Secret



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Our Little Secret



A knock on the door startled Mitch. Who would be coming over in the middle of the day? He hoped it wasn’t those Jehovah’s Witness again. Mitch opened the door and to his surprise Jody stood there with dripping wet hair, sweat shirt and sweat pants. She was a softball player at the local community collage and this happened to be her normal attire. Jody and Mitch had been friends since early in high school. They hung out as much as they could, or as much as Mitch’s wife would allow. Mitch knew that Allison was jealous of Jody. She was athletic, full figured, and nicely tanned. Mitch reassured his wife that their relationship was platonic. For the most part it was.

Mitch did think that Jody was attractive. Her big brown eyes and delicate facial features made her seem warm. She had a natural beauty that didn’t require make up, which was a quality that Mitch enjoyed. Only if it had been five years ago.

“Hey what’s up, come in,” Mitch said inviting her in. Her sweatshirt clung tightly and Mitch noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. He quickly turned his attention as she spoke.

“Hey. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?” She asked brushing her damp hair back with her hand.

“Sure,” Mitch replied pleading eternally to keep his eyes above her neckline.

“I need to borrow your digital camera for a project I am doing for class.”

Mitch didn’t think twice about it and strolled to the office to retrieve the camera. Jody took it with a smile. A smile that just further exemplified how pretty she was. She had a charisma to her. If his wife only knew that on some nights he wished Jody was lying next to him.

Jody promised to bring it back in a couple of days. Mitch wasn’t concerned.

Mitch went back to the office sat in his big blue cloth chair, put his hands on top of his head and leaned back. His head was reeling. What if she came over for something else? Mitch played out different scenarios in his head. She came in with dripping hair after a long cold shower, and had to come over to confess her feeling towards Mitch. She just couldn’t stand it anymore and she kissed him. She held on so tight that she left bruises on Mitch’s arms. But that was one dreaming that would never come true.

Mitch reabsorbed himself into his work, putting his fantasies on the back shelf in his mind. There was no doubt in his mind he would play them over and over again in his head.

The day went on uneventful. There were no more visitors at the front door. No interruptions and his work actually got done. The gray day turned into a darker evening. Mitch lost track of time and reality came crashing down upon him.

A squeak from the front door hinges gave him the realization of time. His wife was home already. Mitch quickly saved his material to a disk, shut down the computer and stretched before greeting his wife.

“Hi hon,” Mitch said rubbing his eyes of the dryness caused from staring at a computer screen all day.

“Hello.” Allison said setting down her purse and coat. “Have a good day?”

“Yeah, busy,” Mitch replied walking to the kitchen to grab a soda. “How was your day?” He asked with his back turned to her.

“It was long but I couldn’t wait to get home. I was so excited to look at what we did last night.”

Mitch froze on the linoleum. What we did last night, he thought to himself. His mind searched and searched. What had he done last night?

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I couldn’t get a good look at them last night. You fell asleep and I needed your help so I figured we could look at them now,” She said.

Mitch peeked around the corner. His brows had scrunched up and he cocked his head to one side. “What are you talking about?” He asked thoroughly confused.

“The pictures you dingle berry. Don’t you remember?”

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. It all came flashing back to him. His wife in a moment of passion had coined him the next playgirl centerfold and she was the aspiring photographer. Her imagination was fierce and she had forced him into some compromising positions.

“Oh Shit!” Mitch said.

“What?” Allison asked, not understanding his remark.

“Um,” Mitch started. He didn’t know what to say. His wife would hit the fan. She was already jealous, and this would no doubt turn into a fight.

“What is it, Mitch?” She asked. Concern was now growing on her face.

“Nothing. I thought we could eat first. I’m sorry. Our little role playing last night slipped my mind. Can we do it later?”

“I really didn’t want to wait. I wanted to see how they turned out.”

Mitch needed something. A distraction, a phone call, something to deviate from the inevitable or else he would have to deal with one jealous wife.

“Later,” Mitch said, hiding his guilt as best he could. 

“What is going on. Why don’t you want to look at the pictures?” Allison asked moving closer to him.

Mitch started to sweat a little. He looked for a logical explanation but nothing came to him. He had to tell her the truth. 

“The pictures aren’t here.” He said hoping for a good reaction to all of this.

“What do you mean the pictures aren’t here?”

Mitch looked at the floor. How do I say this, he thought.

“I kind of messed up.”

Allison’s face looked confused. She waited and didn’t interject before he was finished.

“I accidentally, lent the camera to Jody,” Mitch said looking up from the floor.

Allison’s face went red. Her eyes widened and the side of her mouth twitched. Mitch could feel the tension boiling up inside of her.

“You do know all those pictures are still in the camera,” She said rhetorically.

Mitch nodded. “It didn’t even cross my mind when I lent it to her.”

Allison huffed. She started walking away from Mitch. Her whole demeanor smelled perturbed. “Well, you better get that camera back.”

“She said she was going to bring it back in a couple of days,” Mitch said.

Allison stopped moving, turned around quickly, fire in her eyes. “Now!”

Mitch shook his head as Allison locked herself into the bedroom. Why was she so jealous? So what if Jody saw the pictures. It is not like she has never seen a naked guy before.

Mitch put his coat on and stumbled out the door, defeated.

When he got to Jody’s dorm, he didn’t expect that she would be there. Usually she was off at practice or in the library studying.

She opened the door and was still wearing the same outfit that she had been wearing earlier.

“Mitch, what are you doing here?” Her expression told Mitch that she knew exactly why he was over.

“Um, I need to see the camera for a second.” It was the only thing he could think off. “I think I forgot to reset something.”

Jody started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

Jody went to her bed that was scattered with papers and books and grabbed an object that Mitch couldn’t make out.

“Here.” She said handing him a green disk. “I didn’t erase them. I put them all on disk.”

Mitch took the disk and felt his heart pounding. He thought he might faint.

“I’m sorry. I forgot all about them.”

Jody smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

“All right, I guess I better go,” Mitch said feeling completely embarrassed.

“Wait.” Jody called.

Mitch stopped in the doorway. Jody went back to her bed and grabbed another disk. “This is for you.”

Mitch looked at the disk. “What is it?”

Jody blushed. “You’ll see. Just do me a favor, look at it when your wife isn’t around.”

Mitch looked at Jody. She was so sweet. Her hair had dried and was full past her shoulders. Her eyes danced in the reflection of the over head lights.

“Is this what I think it is?” He asked. A deviant smile forming at his mouth.

Jody stayed silent.

“Can I ask you a question?” Mitch asked reluctantly.

Jody nodded.

“Did you look?”

Jody blushed further. Her checks were rosy as could be. Jody reached out and grasped Mitch’s forearm. She pulled it towards her. Mitch watched her move his hand closer to her body. With her other hand, she tucked her thumb into the elastic of her sweats and pulled it away from her smooth tan stomach. She guided Mitch’s hand down between her legs. Mitch could feel the runway hair and then heavy moisture on her softest part. They were close to one another now. Jody glanced up slowly as Mitch’s fingers probed gently. “What do you think?”

Jody let go of Mitch’s arm and Mitch slowly drew it from her pants. His fingers were soaked. Jody leaned in and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “Our little secret.” She said backing away from Mitch.

Mitch left the dorm, with a substantial discomfort in his pants. In his car, Mitch ran his finger back and forth across his nose and then plunged them into his mouth to rinse them clean. He looked over at the empty passenger seat, two disks lying side by side. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.



Our Little Secret



It had been exactly a month that you had been back in the house. To be honest at first I was not thrilled. When you moved away to college dad converted your bed room into his study and for about two years your bed stayed in a shed outside. When you asked to move back in after flunking out of school there were only so many places left to put you, one of those places was my room, which is where you ended up.

Tensions were high those first few weeks. Our parents had spent good money sending you off to art school and often I could hear the three of you arguing from what was now our room. We didn't talk much either during those times. If we happened to be in the room at the same time, you were quick to put on your headphones to lie down and pretend you were sleeping. Not that I had much to say to you. At the time I was pretty pissed off about your failure, after all you were encroaching upon my personal space.

At first I tried to ignore it. After all I knew what you were doing, I wasn't a little girl anymore and acknowledging it wasn't going to make the situation any better. It wasn't really bothering me either so why not allow you to have this time for yourself. You had been used to life in your dorm when you could have probably jacked off whenever you wanted, so I had sympathy for you since now you had to wait for me to go to bed. Of course curiosity ultimately got the best of me. It was easy that first time. I had already been facing your direction, your bed, placed directly across from mine was in plain view. The laptop that you had precariously balanced on your lap gave off just enough light for me to catch it all.

The old t-shirt t you slept in was pulled up resting across your chest, and your comforter was thrown to the side. At first all I could see was the thin sheet that covered you moved with your motions, but after a while I can only guess that was too much for you. There was no point in staying covered; after all you thought I had been asleep now for hours. You threw the sheet off and that was the first time I had ever seen yours. To be honest I was shocked. It wasn't that I spent a large amount of time wondering what my step brothers' cock looked like, but if I had ever put any thought into it what I had imagined and what you were stroking were two different things. I think that was one of the reasons I watched you that first night.

It had been weeks since that night and I purposefully stayed awake each night to watch you. I knew your habits like clockwork by then. First you would say your goodnights to me and crawl into bed, facing away from me. You'd lay there for an hour or so maybe even actually falling asleep, and then you would wake up, check the time on your cell phone and then pick up your laptop. You'd play around on Facebook for a while or some other social media site but you'd eventually get bored with that and go to more risqué sites. You'd watch and it wouldn't be long until that bratwurst in your pants would start to rise and push your laptop up. Finally you'd slide your computer down to just above your knees and pull it out. Even at half mass it was a sight to behold. It was thick with a distinct head. I wasn't a connoisseur of cocks but yours was rather beautiful. You'd start of slow, and quiet but eventually you would pick up the pace and that's when the sounds would start. I loved listening to you. Loved the stifled moans you tried in vain to choke down. Loved the way your back would arch or the way you'd move your legs .I loved the way you would eventually throw your head back, ignoring the images on the screen in front of you and I especially loved that final primal grunt as you spilled your seed all over your stomach. 

I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little excited down below watching you. Although we had grown up together, our parents marring when we were both relatively young, I had noticed how attractive you'd grown. You had beautiful glistening green eyes and a strong gnaw line that looked great with or without facial hair. Since you had been off at school you had allowed you hair to grow longer and now I could say without a doubt that you had the most luscious head of long brown waves I had ever seen. Your body was nice looking too, you had lost a lot of weight when you moved out and it was replaced with muscles. You didn't look like a body builder and with your clothes on no one would really notice but with your shirt off, watching your chest heave up and down as you stared at the ceiling; well...I could tell you had been working out.

I'd normally go to sleep after that, taking care of myself in the morning if I was still aroused by the thought, and often I was. And for a while things went on just like that.

That is until you looked back.

It was a night like any other, I'm sure you remember it. You were in bed. One leg bent at the knee while the other hung over the edge of your bed and you were going at it. Something must have gotten you worked up because you barely paid attention to the pornography you were watching. Your eyes were closed and your head was back and I was enjoying the show. That is until you turned your head and we locked eyes.

I didn't know what to do, which is why I didn't do anything. We gazed at each other from across the room and you never missed a beat. I silently hoped that perhaps it ws too dark for you to be able to tell that I was awake, but there was something about it that assured me that those hopes were all in vain. It seems like it went on forever like that, with us looking at each other but it couldn't possibly have been more than a minute or two before you came. You broke contact with me then, grabbing the towel you kept on your bed, cleaning yourself off and then just as normal you turned around and went to sleep.

It took me a while to go to sleep after that. Something about you seeing me, looking directly at me, shook me. Maybe it was because it made the fact that we were sharing this room very awkward. Or maybe it was because I thought you would have been bothered by it, seeing your step sister watch you jack off like that. I was sure you'd say something to me about it the next morning, that you'd chastise me or perhaps try to smooth the incident over.

But the next day went on like it didn't happen. By the time I woke up you were already down stairs. I avoided it as long as I could, talking to you that day but by the time dinner came around mom sent me to retrieve you from our room and it couldn't be avoided any longer.

"Trent?" I called nervously as I knocked on the bedroom door. I had never knocked before; after all it was my room. You were just a guess here until you got enough money to move out.

"Yeah?" you responded.

"Mom says dinner is ready!"

I waited but didn't hear anything.

"Trent?"

"Open the door I can't hear what you're saying."

I opened the door without another thought, after all what could you have possibly been doing this time of the day? I paused as soon as I stepped into the room. You were sitting on your bed with nothing but a pink towel folded loosely around your waist. There were droplets of water sparkling like glitter on your toned body. I know it must have been obvious that I was caught a little off because you chuckled.

"I hope you don't mind me using one of your towels, all of mine are in the wash."

"No, it's okay." I was having a hard time forming words. God you were really attractive. 

"So what were you trying to yell through the door?"

"Mom says dinner is ready."

"Well it's about time." Without saying anything else, without asking me to leave or close my eyes, you stood up, the towel falling to the ground and walked over to the clothes basket you kept your clean clothes in. At first I was shocked, that's defiantly what kept me in the room. We had been raised rather conservatively; the decision to even now let you sleep in my room had caused an argument when it was first proposed. So needless to say I had never seen you completely naked. I watched you, mouth hanging slightly open as you pulled out a black band T and pulled it over your head. You then turned your attention back to me.

"What?" you asked rather playfully. "I know at your age you've seen a naked guy before."

"Well yeah." I paused for a moment as I reviewed your last statement. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, god, don't be so sensitive." You pulled out a pair of gray boxers and quickly pulled them up then returned to rummage through the basket again. "I had seen a naked girl by the time I was your age so I was just assuming."

You pulled out a pair of ripped skinny jeans and pulled them on with ease. As you walked towards me your bear feet still left wet prints on the wood floor.

"It's just the human body, nothing to get weird about."

With that you walked passed me and headed down stairs. I thought that was your way of telling me that it wasn't that big of a deal, you catching me watching you. But I had completely misread the message behind your words.

Dinner went well. Your father hounded you about getting a haircut and my mother got him off your back. She thought it was more important to ask you about when it was you were planning on getting a job. All and all it could have been any other night. Except for the way you kept looking up at me. I wasn't particularly active in the evenings chats, The one plus side of your return was that that it gave our parents something to talk about other than me, but even with my silence you kept glancing up at me. It wasn't anything threatening or uncomfortable in fact it was almost seductive. At first I tried to ignore it but after a while it became something like a staring contest. You'd look at me, always smiling, until one of us would look away.

I didn't think anything of this little game; I only thought that you needed something to do while being chewed out for all of your many flaws. The rest of that night was uneventful, that is until it was time for bed.

When I waked into the room you were already settled in wearing the same t-shirt you had been wearing to sleep in for the last week. Your navy blue comforter was thrown sloppily over your lap and your laptop was on but you weren't really using it. Instead you had your hair pushed behind your ears and your fingers were slowly running over your earlobe. I didn't pay much attention to you until I caught a little sparkle between your fingers. 

"You got your ears pierced?"

You simply nodded your head.

"Do they know about this?"

"Of course not! Do you really think I would still have this in if they knew?" Your hands left your ear and went to straighten your hair, pulling it back up to cover your ear. "Are you going to snitch on me?"

"No."

"Good, because everyone needs a few secrets in their life." You leaned up, sitting your laptop on the table the rested between our beds. "So do you have any secrets?"

"Like what?"

"You know, just anything they don't know about."

I thought about it. The moment that you had went off to school our parents had turned their attention towards me. I was almost sure they knew every detail of my life at this point.

"Nope."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing than I can think of."

You shrugged your shoulders.

"Well you're doing a lot better than I was when I was your age."

"You say it like it was so long ago you're only like four years older than me." I paused, taking some time to arrange my pillows before lying down on top of my sheets. "And what were you doing back them, since you seem to be in a sharing mood."

You chuckled lightly to yourself.

"Obviously up to more than you are."

"Try me." I said feeling a bit competitive.

"Well for one there is no way I would have been home right now. Think I used to sneak out every Friday."

"I've snuck out before!" I replied proudly.

"Oh yeah?" you rolled over to your side. "To do what? Go to a midnight study session?"

"No, I went to a party."

"Wow one party."

"I've done it more than once for your information."

"I believe you." You said in a mocking tone. "So what kind of party was it? Did everyone sit around eating cookies and drinking soda?"

"No it was a real party."

"Do you remember it?"

"Yeah?"

"Then it wasn't a real party." You rolled back over onto your back. "I remember the first party I ever went to. Alex dragged me to it, wouldn't stop calling me until I told him I'd go. I ran into this girl from school, this red head with a huge rack... I don't remember her name but she was hot. I think I had math or history or some dumb class like that with her and man I wanted to get in that so bad. I don't remember the in-betweens but I woke up the next morning in her bed."

You seemed to regard this memory, or lack thereof fondly and as I listen to you talk about a girl whose name you couldn't even remember hot, I felt the weirdest twinge of jealousy. I was confused by my own emotions and did what I could to clear myself of them. You turned your head towards me, one eyebrow already raised in question.

"Have you done it?"

You asked the question like it was nothing. By your tone you could have been asking me what the weather was like. I stared back at you at first not sure if I should answer you. Surely you couldn't have been really asking if I had had sex before, at least not like that. But the longer I dwelled on the question, watching your facial expression it became more than clear that's exactly what you meant.

"That's none of your business." I could feel my cheeks growing warm, threatening to turn red.

"I thought we were sharing secrets...oh wait you don't have any! Well that makes this conversation rather one sided."

"Oh just shut up!"

I quickly picked up one of my spare pillows and threw it at you. If anything it was your fault I was forced to be such a good kid. It's not like I didn't want to go out every night with my friends and have crazy stories to tell.

The pillow didn't make contact instead you caught it before it could hit your face and sent it flying back. I was not as skilled as you and it hit me on the side of my head.

"Wow throwing pillows, that's a great way to prove your point."

There was something about the tone of your voice, or maybe it was the fact that you were implying my life was boring, that irritated me. I grabbed the pillow and gave it another hurl. This time it hit you.

You looked down at it, seemingly shocked that it made contact then you turned you attention back to me.

"Whelp now you've done it."

You stood clenching the pillow in your hand and walked across the room. Before I knew it I was being bombarded with light hits. I quickly rolled over and reached for the pillow underneath my head. I retaliated but all you did smile. You quickly threw down your pillow and in one continuous motion knocked mine out of my hand. I went to recover it and to claims yours as well but you caught me by my wrist, pulling me towards you and away from the pillows.

"Alright fine you win," I said remembering how these things used to go.

You seemed rather pleased with yourself as you sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at me as you held my wrist near my head. I thought that you would let me go soon or say something snarky but you just gazed down at me, your expression much like it had been during dinner though it slowly changed to something else.

Your actions were not quick. I could have protested if I wanted too but this, like so many of your recent actions caught me off guard. I watched you as you leaned down, your face slowly coming closer to mine until our lips touched. Even then I could have said something but I just laid there as I tried to make sense of the situation. I could feel your lips move, pressing into mine. At first your movements were uncertain. I could tell you were waiting for me to say or do anything but after just a few short moments you became bolder. You used your lips to open mine and you quickly slipped your tongue inside. It was only natural that I act accordingly, turning my head to the side and returning your affections. The grip on my wrist loosened and your hands slid down until it rested in the middle of my forearm. Gradually I closed my eyes as I got more into our kiss. It wasn't my first kiss by any means, but it was the first kiss I had shared with someone I thought was completely out of my league. I had always thought of myself as rather plain looking, there was nothing exciting about my shoulder length black hair and I had the most common shade of brown skin. I was average sized, though I was closer to being heavier than skinny and I didn't think my breast were big enough to grab anyone's attention. I attracted rather plain guys. I had liked some of them, and a few of them I would have regarded as hot but you were anything but plain.

I could feel you moving, throwing your leg over mine straddling me. Now that you rested on top of me you pressed your whole body against me as our tongues continued to lustfully twirl around each other. I could hear your breathing increase and as your hands slid down yet again, one coming to rest on the side of my face and the other on my shoulder I could feel something hard, twitching against my stomach just below my belly button.

With a deep breath you pulled away from me, sitting back on your legs. It was easy to see it then, the raging hard on that hid poorly beneath the thin fabric of your boxer. I probably should have looked up at you, should have said something about the passionate kiss we had just shared but all I really wanted to do was to reach out and touch it.

"How often had you watched me?" You asked suddenly.

Earlier I had been dreading that you might eventually ask me this question. I thought that you would be disgusted with me or that that I was some kind of pervert but as you sat on top of me now you didn't look down at me with the judgmental glare I had imagined. 

"A few times." I couldn't help but to shudder. Not only was I nervous, admitting such a thing to you but things were still rather confusing. You had never showed any interest in me before, at least not anything sexual. You had always played the part of the perfect older brother, scaring off any guys you didn't think were right for me or playing little pranks. You even insisted upon me never calling you my step brother although it was obvious we were not actually related.

"A few times?" you asked biting down on your bottom lip for just a second. "Did you like it?"

I knew my cheeks were burning as red as they possibly could and I hoped in out dimly lit room that you couldn't tell.

"Yeah I liked watching you."

You shook your head.

"That's not what I asked you." You said as you reached for my hand. You grabbed it and drew it forward resting it on your stomach. "I asked you." With each word it seemed you dropped my hand down farther "If you liked it." You put extra emphasis on that last part just as you allowed the palm of my hand to brush over your cock. It seemed to greet my hand with an excited throb. 

"Yes."

You seemed more than satisfied with my answer, or maybe it was the way I was staring at the bulge my hand now rested against. I couldn't believe I was actually this close to it and for a moment I thought that I must be in some sort of dream.

You released my hand and I moved it away from you as I wondered what was going to happen next. I watched as you hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of your boxer and pulled them down. You worked slowly, teasing me, working them down allowing only a small bit of your cock to be exposed to me.

"If I gave it to you, would you know what to do with it or would have to teach you?"

I was too busy watching you as you gave your boxers another little tug. I could see half of it now and I wanted more. I looked up to you, no longer questioning your motives.




Our Little Secret



"I know." As all that I could say and I silently hoped it was enough for you.

It was and you gave the final tug. Your one eyed snake sprung upward almost resembling a real snake ready to strike. I watched it as it gave yet another twitch. As close as I was now I could take in all of its details. It was just as thick as I had originally thought and it was just slightly longer than any other cocks I had seen up until that point. The head was well defined fat and smooth, almost begging to be licked, but in my current position that would have been impossible to manage. 

With that hand that had been pressed against it before I reached up and grabbed it as close to the base as I could get. My fingers could almost touch if I squeezed hard enough but that wasn't what I had in mind. I applied most of the pressure with my index, middle, and thumb as I ran my hand up the shaft stopping just as I got to the head of your cock. I did not take a long pause and quickly my hand ran back down it.

"Ah, that's a good girl." You half moaned.

As my hand was making yet another trip down your shaft I could fill you thrust your hips forward, allow the soft curly hairs that surrounded the base of your cock to brush lightly against my fingers.

My eyes moved back and for h from your face to your prick. I watched you as you slowly closed your eyes, the way your eyebrows would dip inward at certain points. I loved it when you would open your eyes for just a moment, looking down at me hard at work and smirk. I don't think I had ever seen that particular smile of yours before. Then of course I would have to look down at my own work. To study the way my and glided over your cock and I noticed the exact moment it started to leak that sweet clear liquid.

"If you keep going I'll cum right now." You said as your grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

I would have been okay with that to be honest, but it was clear that you had more planned for this night.

Again you leaned down and kissed me this time lightly biting down on my bottom lip. Your hands were just as busy as your mouth. They quickly made their way under the tank top I was wearing and cupped my breast over my bra. You playfully fondled them and I could feel my nipples grow excited under the attention. You hooked a finger underneath the edge of my bra and ran a knuckle over my erect nipple. Your kisses moved from my lips, down my neck where you would occasionally give a little nibble, and onto my collarbone. No one had ever given me that much attention before, when dealing with horny teenage boys and a restricted time limit there was mostly just some awkward touching and then the main event.

You leaned up just long enough to pull my shirt and bra up and then you dove back down. I could feel your mouth working over my soft skin working towards my nipple and when I finally felt the warmth of your tongue move over it I couldn't help but to let a light sigh escape my lips. You sucked on them lightly and then hard and as your mouth worked on one your fingers played with the other. You'd pause ever so often and would squeeze my whole breast in your hand and in those moments I find myself wondering why you couldn't seem to keep a girlfriend. Then you would return to pleasure my nipples again.

I was both disappointed and curious when you sat up again. You took a moment to wipe your face with the back of your arm and then you looked down to my shorts.

"Those are coming off." You said as you leaned away from me allowing me to pull my legs out from under you.

I would have gladly taken them off for you. By this point I wanted nothing more than to have your cock buried deep inside of me. What little pubic hair I had was completely socked in my own juices and my panties were sticking to my hot flesh. But you seemed to be in far more of a hurry than I was and before I could reach down and pull them off myself you already had both my shorts and my panties sliding down over my legs. You threw them off of the bed and onto the floor with the rest of our dirty clothes.

"Wow you're...really excited." You said sounding almost genuinely shocked as you reached out and allowed one of your fingers to run down my drenched slit. 

You raised your hand in front of your face, rubbing your index and thumb together then pulling them apart. We both watched as my juices made a string between your two fingers and then I watched as you flicked your tongue out and licked your fingers clean. 

With that you went down again this time between my legs. Your breath was so wonderfully warm against my mound as you kissed around my sensitive lips My whole body shivered as I felt your hot tongue move over my slit. You glided over it several times, seemingly cleaning up the mess you had caused earlier, then with your hands you opened me up and took a long hard lick at my clit. I closed my eyes then as I released a little whimper. Again you licked over my swollen clit and again and each time my body would quiver with excitement.

As your tongue dipped inside of me I could feel your hair tickling my inner thigh. It was a distraction I didn't want at the time. I opened my eyes for a moment, reaching down between my legs and gathered up your hair, holding it in a tight fist as you continued to lick and suck at my delicate flesh. It was almost involuntary the way my hips began to roll and my back arched as we went on, I was almost desperate for your touch and if I could have found my voice then or thought that you were planning on stopping I knew I would have begged you to do anything but that. 

I knew I was close and unlike you I had no problem cumming then, with your face between my legs. My grip on your hair tightened and I gave you a forceful tug forward as I closed my thighs around your head and came. 

It was something to be remembered and as my whole body convulsed with the force of it I couldn't help but to think that I had never felt anything like this with anyone else before. It was hard, more than hard actually, but I kept as quiet as I could as the moment came and passed. As my body went limp I allowed one of my legs to slide over the edge of the bed. Slowly my fingers uncurled and I let go of your hair.

You sat up, the moisture on your face glistening as the light from our lamp was caught in it, and rubbed my thighs

"I didn't think you were going to last that long." You said as yet again you wiped off your face this time using the bottom of your t-shirt 

"Guess you do have a few secrets."

My eyes flicked up towards you, I was still breathing too hard to give you any type of response, though that didn't seem to bother you. You made no effort to hide how delighted you were. You smiled biting down on your bottom lip as you eyed my moist cunt. 

I almost lost my mind when I felt you lean forward and rub your hard cock against my lips. I was still wet, almost dripping and the head glided effortlessly up and down it.

"And if you didn't have any before, you have some now."



Our Little Secret



Nobody in this story is under 18 years old.

*****

I turned, hearing the door open, groaning quietly a moment later when I saw her legs, bare, save for a pair of platform sandals, the beige straps accentuating her already pretty feet. She'd gone to get her nails done, and from what I could see, she'd treated herself to a pedicure. Her toes, as always, looked perfect, the vivid red polish contrasting her ivory skin.

She stopped near my own feet, where they emerged from beneath her car. I continued my struggle with the last of three starter bolts, my gaze on her feet.

"How's it coming, big boy?"

She'd been using that pet name for me for the past couple years, and I still hadn't tired of it. Probably never would. "Fine." I grunted, finally breaking loose the bolt. "Should be done in about twenty or thirty minutes."

She squatted down then, my gaze going from her toes to her panties as they came into view. From my perspective, laying on my back, they could have been either bikinis or a thong. Either way, though, they had the same effect; I felt a stirring in my balls. 

Her brow twitched. "Not supposed to be looking there, big boy," she said, her tone low and unbelievably sexy.

"Sorry." I moved my gaze back to her toes. "Pretty."

"Too dark, too light?"

I shook my head. "Perfect."

She smiled. "You're so easy to please."

I shrugged. "I think you look fantastic in pretty much any color, so..."

Her gaze dropped to my chest then trailed down to the growing bulge in my pants. "Have I told you how sexy you look when you're working on cars?"

I laughed softly. "Feel free to tell me again."

She raked her nails up my calf to my knee, making me shiver. Not surprisingly, her fingernails matched her toenails. One of the things that set her apart from most of the women I knew was that her nails were all her own. At about a quarter of an inch long, they looked sexy as hell, whether painted or au naturale. They looked sexiest, though, when her fingers were wrapped around my cock, stroking it up and down, slowly, teasing me.

I met her gaze. "Hm?"

She smiled knowingly. "I said, you can't keep staring at me like that."

"Can't help it." My gaze moved to her panties again. "I'm having naughty thoughts again."

She shook her head, teasing my thigh. "I just took care of you this morning."

"You want this thing running, you'd better stop that."

She made a face but removed her hand. My gaze went back to her toes and she chuckled. "You are too much. What is it with you and my toes?"

"They're cute. Sexy... Incredibly sexy."

She shook her head. "Gonna take you out to dinner tonight to thank you for fixing my car."

I met her gaze. "You don't have to do that."

She rested her hand on my knee. "I want to. You, me, a booth at Marelli's, a bottle of wine..."

"Sounds nice."

She smiled. "Tell me what you want me to wear."

I shook my head. "Anything your little heart desires." Her brow went up. I said, "You look good in anything."

"Flatterer."

"You know I'm right."

"Stop looking down there," she whispered.

"I can't."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she held my gaze. "You make me wet when you look at me that way," she murmured.

"Naughty girl."

Her gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants and a moment later she ran her hand up my thigh, slowly. She drew a fingertip along the length, making it twitch. "Big," she murmured. 

"Hard."

"Come here," she said, her voice growing husky.

"You're a troublemaker, you know that, right?"

"I just want a kiss, baby," she said, squeezing me, making me moan.

I'm good at many things, but denying her isn't one of them. I eased my way out and sat up, her hand still gripping me. She brought her other hand out, pulling the back of her finger over my jaw, her gaze on my lips. "Handsome boy," she whispered, her lips moving closer. I moaned at the contact, my cock twitching in her hand when she slid her tongue against mine. "So nice," she murmured, breaking the kiss. She moved her lips to my ear. "If you're a good boy, I might let you suck on my toes tonight."

I moaned, wanting nothing more than to touch her, to take her in my arms and pull her close. She's one of the most feminine women I know; her scent, her soft skin, her gentle curves, her pretty eyes... everything about her is sexy. And she knew just what to say to get me excited. I sought out her lips again for a long, slow kiss that left us both moaning.

She pulled away, her eyes meeting mine. She cupped my cheek, brushing her thumb over my lip. "Maybe I'll even let you have me without a condom," she said, barely above a whisper.

My eyes slid closed. I wanted to feel her against my bare skin in the worst way, to feel her sugary walls squeezing me, milking me. I wanted to throb inside of her naked pussy so bad I could taste it.

She placed a last, lingering kiss on my lips, squeezing my cock one last time before standing. She pulled her skirt down, making herself presentable, her gaze on mine. "Gonna head in."

I nodded.

She took a step back. "You're so fucking sexy."

I chuckled, my head shaking. "Go look in the mirror."

She shook her head, her gaze dropping to my lap. "Save that for me."

We both knew I would. I had no desire to stray. Although I'd been with other women before her, none were anywhere near as sexy or as loving as her. "I will."

I watched her as she turned and walked up the steps. She turned to look over her shoulder at the top, blowing me a kiss. I shook my head, amused.

I'd just rolled back under her car when I heard a car pull into the driveway. A glance told me it was my mother.

She stooped down to meet my gaze, offering me a smile. "Would you do me a favor when you're finished?"

"Sure."

"I think I have a tail light out on my car."

I nodded. "I'll look at it."

She smiled again. "Sweet boy. Is your sister here?"

"Mmhm. She just went in."

She nodded and I watched, my head shaking, as she walked toward the steps. My sister definitely got her beauty from our mother.

#



OUR Little Secret



Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

*****

Growing up my life was often filled with divorce proceedings, various lawyers, child/family therapy sessions, and my biological father's malevolent family. 

My father's family members did not only mentally abuse me; but I was forced by court order to see him almost every single week or weekend. To me, he was a monster. I wished him dead almost every single day growing up, until finally one day I heard the news from my grandparents that he died in fatal car accident, on the GW parkway around 3 in the morning. 

Apparently a drunk driver had hit his car, to the point where he was ejected out the passenger seat and onto the asphalt. I don't want to get into stomach churning details that will certainly have you vomiting, but all I know is when I heard the news and attended his funeral service I had absolutely no remorse whatsoever.

I had often times had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen to him, but I never imagined it like this. A few years back when he was causing me anxiety, I kept telling my mother that honestly, I would feel more at peace if he one day dropped dead. 

Be careful what you wish for, because sometimes it will happen for better or for worse. A period of grief overcame my Mother and my now dead father's family, to which I completely ignored.

I cared about my Mother's well being and I knew she deserved a man who was not as abusive and malicious as he was. Shortly after his passing, my Mother and I moved from The District to Seattle, Washington to restart our lives.

The transition was tough since I was half way through my sophomore year at AU. I had to transfer my credits to the University of Washington, Seattle and luckily I maintained close to a 4.0 GPA, which landed me close to a full scholarship.

I took one last look at what was my home for the past 20 years of my life, it was definitely a roller coaster of emotions but I was ready to say adios Washington, D.C. and hello Seattle, Washington. 

My mother and I, moved to our brand new modern townhouse located just 10 minutes from downtown Seattle, and I am due to start school in fall. 

Luckily, my summer break is just getting started and I was planning on taking full advantage of it. My mother is a CFO for a large IT company, which requires her to travel often leaving me alone most of the time and this was the situation back home in D.C. 

Which is particularly why I was surprised when one day she introduced me to my new "Dad". Scott Miller is his name, and what a devilishly handsome individual he is. When I saw Scott for the first time, I did a double take because this wasn't a reality it had to be a dream.

Scott stands at 6 foot 2 short brown hair, captivating sea green eyes, beautifully toned and muscular in all the right places, and not to mention a bulge in his pants to which I was imagining to be, 8 or 9 inches of a well-endowed white circumcised cock. 

He and my Mother, we're absolutely inseparable honestly doing almost everything together. It made me cringe at times, since they were so consumed in and of themselves.

But hey, I was happy for her she finally found a real MAN who not only cared about her but also loved her for who she was. Things started changing around the house, but not for the worse. 

Mom started traveling more often than usual, which would leave Scott and I alone in the house most weekends and weeknights. Right before my mother would leave for her business trips, Scott would give her the hardest fucking of her life you know, one that leaves a person feeling sore for days afterward.

I'd hear her moaning and screaming out of the top of her lungs, as he pounded his delicious cock deep inside of her snatch. When both of them were about to cum, I played with my aching and needy cunt until I orgasmed, collapsing back into my bed. 

Scott must have shot thick jets of his cum inside of her cunt; since I know for a fact that they don't use condoms I mean why should they? They're married now and she's way past her childbearing years. 

One Friday morning, I had a day off from classes and work, so I decided to be a brave soul and made an appointment at a local tattoo parlor to get a clitoral hood piercing. It was perfect timing, since Scott was on a two-day business trip down in Miami and my mother was in New York City for two weeks. 

Walking into the neat and cleanly tattoo parlor, I checked in with the friendly and attractive young male receptionist who directed me to my piercer. She was quite shorter than I am, short blonde hair and blue eyes with quite a few piercings herself. 

Ashley is her name and she had ensured me that she has done over 1000 of these clitoral hood piercings and that I have nothing to worry about. I was slightly less intimated when she told me that, and also the fact that she is a female doing the procedure. 

Pulling down my white lace cotton thong, and flipping up the hem of my dress Ashley sat down at her station and moved her swivel chair closer to me. She pulled out a fresh set of piercing needles and the small barbell stud, which she notified me of being the safest one for my vertical clitoral hood piercing.

It's a small silver ring with two balls at both ends of it which provide maximum pleasurable sensations both during intercourse, oral sex and not to mention just walking around. "Ready?" Ashley said, as she allowed the numbing cream to sit on my clit for a good 10 minutes.

Taking a deep breath, I responded "I'm Ready!" as Ashley began to pierce my clit with the jewelry. The entire process only took about 20 minutes, and I barely even felt a thing thanks to the numbing cream. 

It felt slightly uncomfortable when I got up, but after a short while I got used to it. Even the slightest bit of vibrations from the highway sent stimulating shockwaves directly to my soaking wet cunt. 

Unfortunately it would take a month to heal completely, which was a pain in the ass for me since Brent and I were having sex quite frequently and hate using condoms since the two of us are both STD free and I have an IUD.

Ashley notified me that if I do want to have sex, I have to use condoms without a doubt unless I want to have a nasty infection. 

I called up Brent and told him about my new piercing, which he immediately without hesitation wanted to drive over and see it in person. I was curating an idea in my head, on the short drive back to my house and my cunt juices were starting to soil my thong. 

Arriving back at my house, I noticed Scott's jet-black Mercedes SUV parked in the garage. Perhaps he had arrived early from Miami, but I quickly remembered that it was only a two-day trip.

A few moments later, Brent arrived parked his car behind mine, and immediately ran towards me planting a huge kiss on my lips. "I need to see this piercing of yours, baby" I smirked wickedly back at him as I took his hand in mine and we made our way into the house.

Opening the front door, I overheard Scott talking to my mother on the phone as I approached him to give him a quick hug. He gave a quick nod to Brent as he went over to the fridge to grab something to drink. Brent signaled me to tell Scott to get lost, but I ignored him since he's never bothersome and plus I like having him around to keep an eye on the two of us. 

Scott's eyes traveled up and down my body, as he noticed that I was definitely hiding something from him well it was true, its right under my soiled panties that will be coming off momentarily. 

Brent chased me upstairs and into my room, slightly closing the door behind us. I had previously texted him to bring his swim trunks so he and I could take a dip in the pool. Brent quickly picked me up, and tossed me onto my bed, nearly ripping my dress off. 

I was almost naked except my panties and bra, to which he unhooked quickly tossing it on my chair as he spread open my legs pulled off my soiled thong exposing my silky smooth freshly shaven and pierced snatch. 

His blue eyes feasted on my new jewelry, as he began to tongue fuck my needy and sopping wet cunt. I moaned softly and cooed with lust as his tongue began to slightly flick over my super sensitive pierced clit. 

Rocking my hips back and forth, Brent tongue fucked me deeper and harder just until I was on the brink of an orgasm until he quickly grabbed a condom from my bedside drawer and placed it over his manhood. Now he's not well endowed as I prefer, but he's just enough to satisfy me for the time being. 

Brent entered me slowly, since Ashley told me it was crucial not to penetrate hard and fast at first since it might damage the delicate tissue around my piercing, therefore resulting in an infection. Shortly afterwards, I wrapped my legs around his back as he pounded my cunt deeper with each rhythmic motion.

He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, as I could feel myself approaching my climax. I quickly turned him on his back, and guided his cock with my right hand into my cunt as I began to lower myself down onto him. 

Bouncing up and down on his cock, I quickly stopped as I heard footsteps approaching my door. Ignoring them, I continued to ride Brent harder and faster, my hips moved rapidly back and forth as he began to grope my firm tits in his hands.

I could have sworn I felt Scott watching the two of us go at it like wild animals. My cunt got soaking wet at the thought of my daddy watching me having sex with my boyfriend and better yet if he was jerking his well endowed manhood while he was watching.

He quickly tossed me on my back, as he took off the condom quickly aimed it at tits and shot all of his hot creamy cum on them. I moaned in utter satisfaction, as I sucked off the remaining drops of cum from his cock. 

Brent kissed me hard, glanced at his watch and frantically ran around to grab his clothes and keys to leave. Frowning at him, he promised to be back later this week to give me a harder fucking. 

Quickly kissing him goodbye, within a few moments he was gone. I saw his jeep patriot disappear rather quickly from my bedroom window as I felt Scott's hand on my shoulder. He bent down and whispered into my ear "Do you want Daddy, to finish what Brent couldn't Princess?" 

I nodded and my body felt instantly and totally under his spell. I responded, "Yes please, Daddy" His hot breath in my ear, nearly sent me over the edge and within a few seconds Scott pinned me against the wall and began to kiss me passionately. 

Scott bent down and undid my robe, revealing my curvy and toned body. His sea green eyes widened as he began to grope my tits firmly, while my hands were in his soft short brown hair. 

His eyebrow rose as he pointed to my shaven cunt "What's this, Princess? He laughed softly, this is a clit piercing isn't it?" I blushed hard and was speechless "Shit, now I'm busted" "Oh please Daddy, don't tell Mom she'll KILL me if she found out that I got this."

"Shh, Princess it'll be our little secret okay? Your mother will never know about this, do you understand?" 

"Yes Daddy, I understand" A devilish smile appeared on his handsome face "Hmm it appears your cunt is begging for some attention, its soaking wet isn't it?" "Yes Daddy, please lick and suck on my cunt oh please!" 

He laid me back on the bed, as I was lying there spread wide open and stripped naked in front of his captivating sea green eyes. "Don't move, baby I need to grab a few things from my room." 

Attempting to stay completely still, my cunt was throbbing and dripping wet out of anticipation to see what he was going to bring back. Scott walked back into the room, carrying a ball gag, three neckties, and a box of magnum condoms. 

He got onto my bed, and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and my ankles to both sides of the bedpost. 

The final necktie was going to be placed over my eyes, after the ball gag was placed over my mouth. He stripped completely naked, as I watched him unzip his denim jeans and pull off his white cotton t-shirt reaching over to grab a condom to place over his well-endowed manhood. 

"Oh daddy, please fuck me put your married cock deep inside of your princess, I want you to fuck me better than Brent can." "Oh baby, don't you worry I'm going to give you the best fucking of your life one that you will always remember." 

Scott positioned my body, as he placed the necktie over my eyes and stuck his delicious cock at the entrance of my soaking wet pussy. I bit my lower lip, as he thrusted his throbbing cock balls deep inside of me. 

Thrusting my hips back and forth methodically against his well-endowed manhood, my cunt was practically gripping onto his cock since he was so big. Scott roared, "Oh Fuck Princess, your cunt is so much tighter than your Mother's"

My inner goddess was somersaulting in happiness when I heard him say that and I could feel myself approaching my second orgasm of the day. 

He pounded my cunt harder, deeper, and faster with such animalistic and carnal wickedness that I shouted, begging him to pull down my ball gag. Finally he pulled it down, and I screamed "Daddddyyyyy I'm goinnggggg to cummmmmmm oh daddyyyyy YESSSS, YESSS, YESSSSSS!!" 

"YES PRINCESS, CUM ON YOUR DADDY'S COCK!!" as Scott shouted in unison with me until finally I came all over his impressive manhood. I collapsed back into my bed, as he removed the blindfold from my eyes while he kissed me deeply and passionately.

Moving further down my body, Scott started to lick me clean making sure he swallowed every last drop of my sex juices. He tongue fucked me nice and deep unlike Brent who usually ate me out rather quickly, which I despised with a passion Scott knew my exactly where my special spot was. 

Its located at the top of my clit from my POV, it's the top left side but from his POV, it's on the top right. He flicked that area, rapidly as my hips jerked against his tongue. 

I could feel yet another orgasm stirring up inside of me, and I ached to have my hands set free so they could roam in his hair, and grip onto the bed sheets. 

I cooed with carnality as he darted his tongue in and out of my sopping wet cunt. I moaned in ecstasy as I was on the verge of Cumming for the third time. Whimpering and wincing, as Scott buried his clean-shaven face inside of me, rapidly darting his tongue further and I couldn't fucking take it I needed to cum once more.

"Daddyyyy uhhhhhh fuckkkkkk I'm gonnnaaa cummmmm again." "MMMMM YES! Cum on my mouth, baby DO IT DO IT, NOW!" just hearing him say those words, instantly set me over the edge as I collapsed back into my bed covered in beads of sweat. 

Scott got up, and kissed me one last time before leaving my room. "Now that Princess is how you properly get fucked and eaten out by a man" I blushed, as I put on a large oversized t-shirt and panties crawling back into bed to get a quick nap in before one of my sorority sisters and best friend Nadia, comes over. 

Glancing at my iPhone, I noticed it was almost 7:00. Nadia is supposed to be here around 7:30! I sprinted to my shower to rinse off Scott's and my freshly fucked scent while I quickly washed and conditioned my just fucked hair. 

I zoomed back into my room, managed to put on a pair of slinky cotton shorts, lavender lace thong, and a navy blue t-shirt top. I tossed on a hoodie, so Nadia wouldn't see my erect nipples through the thin material of my shirt.

The doorbell rang, and Nadia stood there in a slightly short pair of ripped denim shorts and a see through white t-shirt with white converse. 

I complimented her on her outfit choice, but I definitely knew it was code for I just had a quick fuck with a sleazy good for nothing college boy.

She gave me a quick hug and paraded into my house, Scott was on the couch, and quickly turned around to greet Nadia momentarily before going back to his movie. 

Making my way to the bar table, I decided to pour Nadia and myself something to drink. She had her usual, jack and diet coke, and I had some grey goose on the rocks with pineapple juice, which is a recent favorite of mine after staying a week in Key Biscayne.

I also poured Scott his usual favorite, which is Angels Envy Whisky neat and walked over to the couch to hand it to him. Smiling at me, he quickly planted a kiss on my cheek and whispered into my ear to keep Nadia occupied for a while since he had a surprise for the two of us. 

About an hour into Friday the 13th, Nadia was scared shitless and I was munching on some popcorn while I quietly laughed to myself, since she has absolutely no tolerance for horror movies.

I heard Scott calling me from his bedroom, which is adjacent to mine, and I heard him say "Melody, could you come in here for a second?"

Leaving Nadia for a moment to see what Scott wanted me to do for him, I approached his bedroom noticing that he was only in his boxer briefs, lying on his back on the huge king size bed with his rock hard erection poking through the thin fabric. 

My dark brown eyes widened with anticipation, as I saw a devilish smirk appear on his gorgeous face. Scott signaled me to join him on the bed, and I climbed onto the huge pure white duvet and moved closer to him.

He truly has an amazing body while I kept checking out his body he reached over and pulled off my t-shirt, revealing my hard dark pink nipples. Licking his lips with fervor, he pushed down my shorter than average pajama shorts and pulled down my soiled light blue cotton thong. 

I cooed with lust as he whispered into my ear "Let's give Nadia, a little show Princess" I responded as I my eyes rolled to the back of my head "Okay, Daddy I want her to hear us" 

Scott smirked deviously at me, and immediately pinned me up against the wall, pushed down his boxers briefs grabbed a condom, and pounded his hard cock deep inside of my soaking wet cunt. 

Holding my wrists in place, he quickly bent over to grab one of his favorite neckties and quickly tied them together. I moaned loudly, as he kept fucking me harder and deeper allowing me to feel every single inch of his well-endowed manhood.

Hearing footsteps approaching his bedroom, I automatically knew it was Nadia's. I saw her reflection in the mirror as Scott quickly tossed me against the dresser, bent me over so my ass was in the air and began to fuck me senseless against it.

There was a wide mirror, which went from the left side of the bedroom, all the way to the right side of the bedroom, and the dresser was smack down in the middle of it.

He moaned loudly because he too could feel Nadia's presence behind the door attempting to hide the fact that she was immensely turned on and since her right hand was already inside the waistband of her shorts and underneath her panties. 

Approaching my climax, I could feel Scott getting closer and closer with each and every hard thrust inside of me while I heard Nadia moaning, as she finger fucked herself to an orgasm. 

He gripped onto my throat tightly until I just couldn't handle it anymore I needed to fucking cum all over his cock. 

Honestly, I cannot begin to tell you how violently I quivered and spasmed on his delicious married meat as he began to shoot thick white-hot jets of his creamy cum inside the tight confines of my cunt. 

Seeing Nadia come down from her high, he quickly turned me around and kissed me deeply on my lips. 

I think it'll be a good idea to allow her to actually walk in and sit down on the loveseat completely naked, furiously rubbing her shaved cunt while Scott fucks my brains out. Perhaps that could be arranged for the next time that she comes over.



Our Little Secret



I was going out of my mind. The sexual tension and need was about to overtake me and I had to do something about it. I used to be able to take care of my needs in other ways, to find substitutes that did an adequate job of tucking away the desire. Now, however, everything had changed and nothing was working anymore. He was all I could think about, all that I wanted and, most importantly, the one I needed. Since he was not currently mine, this was a bit of a problem.

Repeatedly I had turned it over in my brain, trying, furtively and futilely, to solve it in my usual ways and with my normal (ha) methods. Planning, controlling, over-thinking, analyzing and denying, somehow always ending up in the exact same place, nowhere. Nowhere, that is, except lovestruck and lonely, desperately wishing a solution would just happen, magically or otherwise. I supposed it was time to possibly consider a solution that involved me taking action but I still managed to put that to the back of my brain. There had to be a better way, right?

I had never been good at making decisions. Deciding what kind of shampoo to buy was like a thirty minute ordeal, me standing in the hair care aisle at Target, picking up and examining dozens and dozens of bottles until eventually going back to the first one I had considered. I guess you could say that I just didn't want to make the wrong choice, but really I think I just didn't want to have to choose. Not that I would trust anyone else to make the choices for me. I was such a contradiction of control and pure lazy equivocation, I feared it would, inevitably, be my undoing.

It had appeared that I had finally found a situation that I could not think my way out of. Avoidance was not going to work, because he had a way of captivating me to the point where I was unable to walk away from him. I could not just leave him and never know what might have been. Not to mention that our bodies and minds were so attracted to each other that the pull and magnetism between us did not allow for very much separation.

When I was around him I was so nervously calm and happy in a way that made me never want to leave his side. When I wasn't around him I vacillated between persistently thinking about him and wistfully missing him. Unless I was mad (or jealous, ugh). Then I was miserable and edgy with any and everything else in my life. It had occurred to me, on more than one occasion, that I was desperately in love with him. Which highly complicated my life.

The complications were threefold. 1) I was married 2) He was engaged 3) I had never told him how I felt. The ways he made my life better were countless but the three most important were 1) He made me happy 2) He was ridiculously good looking and 3) No one turned me on like he did. The good definitely outweighed the bad, but, unfortunately, the complications were pretty damn convoluted and seemed insurmountable at times, leaving me feel even more than like the masochist I was. 

The options were not ideal. Divorce. Affair. Continued longing. Not to mention the damn dreaded inevitable conversation that could make or break everything. I didn't even know where to start. "Hi, Nathan, how are you. That's great! Oh and by the way I'm in love with you..." I cringed and did a mental Facepalm. I wondered how he would react to such a scenario, rejection was, obviously, not something I relished or would enjoy in any way. The destruction of a very carefully built fantasy would hurt, but not knowing at this point would hurt more, constantly carrying around the thoughts that threatened to drown me was not helping me out.

A sudden realization struck me and suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted. I just had to see if I could get him on board. All of the heart wrenching emotion and things I had put myself through had finally lit up the light bulb in my mind. I was tired of being passive but also had to be careful to not overstep my bounds.

***

As I watched him from across the room, the butterflies slowly started up and I felt myself get the tiny twinge of nerves that being in his vicinity always gave me. It was unnerving, to say the least, to feel so close to and comfortable with someone but yet be so affected by him. Part of me wished I could just be around him easily, the way everyone else seemed to be, but I also kind of enjoyed the awkward tension, it served to remind me that we had something special. 

I swallowed nervously as my heart started to race and tried to appear normal as he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and waved. I liked to think that I had a similar effect on him and had spent countless hours studying his behavior to see if he really was as into me as I was to him. Despite the evidence he may have been, I was still not convinced. 

I was basically an overly analytical mess when it came to, well, life, and that tended to cloud my judgment. As he came near me, lyrics to a Taylor Swift song started playing in my head and I pretended to be as chill as possible Which meant staring at my phone and pretending not to notice him. God I was pathetic, but he was so attractive and did funny things to my mind and my body. If I didn't distract myself I'd end up staring at him like a damn fool and muttering nonsensically. 

"Hey Jess..." he said and I looked up from my phone and into his golden brown eyes and smiled. Being near him abated most of the nervousness, but knowing that I had decided what I needed to do had started something new inside me. He looked so hot in those dark jeans and red t-shirt that showed just enough of his body to leave me wanting, no, needing to see more. 

Everything he did was arousing to me, even the small innocuous things he did, (like breathing and walking) turned me on. I suddenly envisioned him pushing me into a corner and kissing me passionately as his hands reached under my shirt and fondled my breasts. Fuck.

I shook free the thought and tried to go back to nonchalance, but I suddenly felt warmer. I reached up and stroked my neck as I returned his greeting and smile. "Hey Nathan, how are you?" I said, as I looked at his lean, fit body and imagined it pressed up against mine. I loved the way his name rolled off my tongue, I longed to scream it as he did countless dirty things to my body. 

"I'm good, just working," he said as his eyes trailed down my face to, ever so briefly, gaze at my cleavage which I had, of course, purposely exposed. He was so polite and well mannered that it was super stimulating to see him veer from that even subtly. It gave me hope that he did, in fact, desire me as thoroughly as I desired him. 

"Okay, I just wanted to see if you maybe wanted to get some coffee later. You know when you're off...if you have time," the words rushed out before I could stop them and now I felt vulnerable and worried as I first looked down and then up and into his eyes. He seemed a bit shocked and blinked a few times, his mind comprehending the words and possibly searching for the right ones to say back to me. 

"Umm yeah, I think I can make that work, I just need to...can I text you later and let you know for sure?" My heart sank a little but I reminded myself that he hadn't said no, just not exactly yes, I should try and hope for the best. 

"Sure, that's fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something..." I wanted to make it known so that it would be harder for me to change my mind if and when he did meet and also so that he didn't think it was just a casual thing. As i said this, my tongue came out of my mouth to lick my lips and I saw his eyes watch it. I kinda wanted him to take me now, but first things first.

"I will let you know...but I gotta get back to work," he said, looking over his shoulder and then back at me, a sweet smile on his lips as we said goodbye.

*****

To say I was nervous did not even cover it. Luckily, I was also determined to do what I wanted to do. Nathan had agreed to meet me at 7:00pm, we wouldn't have a ton of time, but it was hopefully more than enough. 

I was wearing a pair of jeans, tight in the right places, and a light blue v-necked top that was low cut enough to show off my assets but not enough to look overly slutty. My thick wavy red hair was loose was well tamed and I had even put on a bit of makeup, a red lip and mascara. 

I felt a bit displaced, out of sorts, my thoughts all over the place, doubts creeping in as I told myself what I wanted to say. I sipped my iced coffee and played a game on my phone to distract myself and didn't initially notice he was sitting across from me until he said my name. I looked up and saw him, my eyes lit up and they met with his. 

"Hi Nathan!" I said, a little more exuberantly than I had planned, but I honestly didn't care. Looking at him, I really didn't even feel nervous, just...ready. Regardless of the outcome or of what he might say. "How are you?" I asked, taking a drink of my coffee and sitting back in my chair as I watched his eyes come to rest on my breasts for more than a beat or two. 

"I am good. You?" He asked, as my own eyes trailed to his chest and and arms, the sexual attraction already starting to overtake us. There was something about being near him that felt so electric, it set my body abuzz and gave me more confidence to say what was on my mind.

"I am great, Nathan, at least now that you're here," Jesus, that was slick, I thought, watching the smile grow on his thick pink lips and wanting to kiss them. He laughed and blushed, I was normally not so obviously flirtatious with him, but I wanted everything else to go out the window so we could start anew.

"So, Jessica, what did you want to talk about?" He said after a just a few minutes of smalltalk. Not that he didn't know, or at least have some semblance of an idea of what I wanted, of course he did, but I knew he wanted to hear me say it. Damn sexual politics.

This was it, I summoned all the courage I had in my mind and just started talking. "Well, I was thinking about you and me and how much I like you...and I know our situations aren't ideal, but I just think we should try to figure out a way to...make each other happy," I said quickly, hoping the words made sense the way they did in my head. His intense comprehending stare told me he definitely understood what I was saying. 

He shifted in his seat and stared off over my head, "Jess...you like me?" he questioned, bringing his beautiful eyes back to rest on mine, a smile playing in them and on his lips. I felt surprised by the question, of course I liked him, I more than liked him, he knew that. He was stalling, trying to figure out if I was really asking him what I was asking him, while gaining the assurance he needed at the same time.

"Yes, Nathan, I like you! You're amazing, and I know we're not exactly able to be together the way we might want to, but I think we could figure something out, you know, secretly, if you want to..." I finished, meeting his eyes as I finished, feeling very certain this could work. 

"I mean who knows what the future holds and what might happen but right now I feel like we have an opportunity to provide for one another what we're not getting at home, without disrupting our lives," I rushed on with my thoughts while he still seemed to be processing what I was saying, tying so many things together in his mind, I imagined.

"So...Jess...let me get this straight. You want to have an affair? With me?" He sipped his own coffee after saying the words and seemed perplexed, but not put off. This was something he never thought he would want, or would do, but was considering it now. I knew I was asking him for a lot. His character, his reputation and his morals were all things he held in the highest of regards and I had no desire to exploit that. It would have to be a secret. 

"Yes, Nathan. A top secret affair, stolen time together just for us. We both know how to keep secrets and we both want each other, so..." A million other things popped into my head to say, but I didn't want to say too much. I would not force my will upon him and expect him to act the way I wanted. 

"Wow. That's a lot to think about, Jess. I'm definitely intrigued, but I have to think," He glanced at his phone and absentmindedly started to get up from his chair. I followed suit, a bit concerned I had crossed a line. 

We walked out of the coffee shop and into the parking lot. He had parked next to me and we walked in silence to our cars. I felt his thoughts, knew he wanted to say something but was hesitating. I felt excited and nervous, wasn't sure which way to lean. 

He cleared it up for me just as I was about to get into my car, when he grabbed my hand and kissed me for the first time. A smooth, gentle kiss that I eagerly returned, over the moon elated. 

His hand released mine and bravely grazed my breasts through my shirt as the kiss got longer and the heat started to rise. One of my hands moved to the back of his neck, running through his hair and other rested on his back, lightly gripping him, loving how great he felt close to me.

Then it was over, he pulled he pulled back slightly and looked at me. His mouth was smeared with my lipstick and he looked adorable in the dark, sheepishly grinning at me, both of us unsure what to do next. As much as I wanted him, then and there, I knew this was a good start. 

I wiped the lipstick from his mouth and kissed him lightly on the cheek to avoid smearing more. "I think we need to find a way to communicate that only we know about. So we can discuss this some more..." I said, turning to get into my car. 

"Okay, we'll figure something out. Thanks, Jess..." He said, and I turned back around to hug him, a real hug, the way I had wanted to hug him for so long. It felt so good, the way he hugged me back and pulled me closer, and even though I didn't want to let go, I knew he wasn't going anywhere. His place in my heart (and hopefully my life) was likely forever. 

****

I drove home slowly, the taste of his mouth still on my tongue, and my mind overloaded with thoughts. Was this really what I wanted? I mean I wanted him, yes, that was undoubtable. Would I be able to put all of my jealousy and insecurities aside to maintain a state of happiness? I had ways of letting small, often inconsequential things, stick in my head and affect the way I was feeling. 

I wondered about him, what he was thinking, feeling, wondering, and how he felt about me and what I had just suggested. Would be actually want to go through with it? Was he worried I saw him just as a distraction from my "regular" life? I should have told him that, that I did not. 

If it were up to me and in a perfect world, I would not be married and he certainly would not be getting married. I just didn't think it was up to me make that decision, obviously. And as far as my marriage, I knew it was going to end, at some point, but it felt like such a fucking cliche to say that. 

When I thought about Nathan though...he was the light in my life. The one thing that always gave me hope, even when it was breaking my heart. The crazy juxtaposition of feelings that I had for him always settled back into love of the most pure and unadulterated form. And as much I cared for him and loved being around him, I knew we had only begun to scratch the surface of the depth of the connection we had between us. 

Every single time I had thought we had his a roadblock and could go no further, we found another direction, another level of connection that brought us back to each other. It was time to stop fighting it, to just give into it and let it happen. To feel his naked body up against mine, to feel his heartbeat against mine, to be able to show him physically the way I was feeling emotionally. How happy he made me. How much I desired to have his cock inside of me. 

I was squirming in my seat, my pussy flooding with desire, I had to pull over somewhere and get myself off before I got home. I pulled into a dark parking lot that was nearly deserted and found an empty space. My back was arching and I was so so wet and needy that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I imagined Nathan pulling my shirt off and my bra down, teasing my nipples with his fingers, then sucking on them, hard, as I moaned, begged him softly and ran my fingers through his hair. 

I undid my jeans and slid my hand down into them, wishing it was him and found my pussy nearly soaked with desire. In my mind he was sliding down in between my legs and kissing my inner thighs, making me wait, taking his time spreading them and sliding my black thong aside as I squirmed and panted and sighed his name softly. He finally relented, snaked his tongue out to flick my hardening clit and I cried out in pleasure. 

My fingers were rubbing his head and his neck as he slowly started licking my extremely wet pussy and my moans of his name were getting louder and louder. He kept one hand on my nipple, gently pulling and rubbing it as he started to focus on my clit, licking all around it and hitting every small nerve and making me lose my fucking mind as I got closer and closer to exploding. I just felt so good, better than I could have ever imagined, him, here, with me, like this. 

When he stopped, briefly, our eyes met and the mutual lust and love between us heightened the strength and intimacy of the moment. He put his hand between my legs and slowly slid two fingers up inside of me as he watched my face contort and my eyes squeeze close as I felt his fingers hit my gspot. When he resumed licking my clit I knew I was done for. I was repeating "Ohmygod ohmygod Nathan OHMYGOD!!" and moaning as I reached the point of no return and cried out one long wail of pleasure when i started cumming all over his face as he eagerly continued lapping at my clit and fucking my pussy with his fingers. 

My body was convulsing and shaking and I was in a white light place of ultimate pleasure. My hands were lightly pulling on his hair as I came down. He stopped and looked up at me again, a satisfied smile on his lips as he wiped his face with his hand. When I stopped moving and opened my eyes I was again alone, satisfied and sad at the same time. I was so much in need of something more than getting myself off to thinking about him. 

I found my phone and sent a simple text to him, "This needs to happen!!" before starting my car and heading home. 

*****

This was it, the day that I had been waiting for longer than I could remember. We had been communicating with secret texts and emails, telling each other all the things we wanted to do to each other. Finally I could tell him the things I wanted to tell him and hear from him the things I needed as well. 

We were borrowing the apartment of a friend who was out of town. She had no idea what I was using it for, but had given me free reign. I figured it made more sense and was a hell of a lot more cost effective than using a hotel that could ultimately create red flags and be our demise. We would have to get creative in order to create the long term situation we both desired. This was the perfect start, we had several hours, plenty of space and I wanted to use our time as efficiently as possible. 

As ready as I was, I was still overcome with nervous thoughts of how it would be. For me, the build tended to be far more stressful than the actual events. I didn't want to lay out in my mind the way I wanted it go to, to create unattainable expectations, I just wanted to let go and enjoy it. It was Nathan, afterall, my friend, my best friend, and I knew that it was going to be okay. 

I had lit a few candles and checked my appearance a few million times when finally the heart-stopping knock on the door came. I trepidatiously walked to the door to let him in, smiling when I saw him. He was holding a single purple rose, my favorite color, and I eagerly took it, my smile widening at his thoughtfulness. 




Our Little Secret



He was wearing a blue short sleeve button down shirt, two buttons loose, tucked into dark jeans that were fabulously tight, with grey converse on his feet. He looked so cute, so desirable and I let out of the breath I had been holding in and moved aside so he could enter. 

"Hi Nathan," I managed to get out, trying to hide my nervousness but he was able to read my facial expressions so well that I knew I would not be able to fool him. He looked nervous too, but also happy and that made it easier for me. His hair was done nicely and his eyes were bright and shining, he looked great, fantastic actually. 

"Hi Jess...you look amazing!" He said, and I blushed, turning my already rosy cheeks even more red. I had worn a pretty tight black skirt, just for him, with a lacy purple top that hugged my breasts, and black shoes with a slight heel. I had put my hair back into a loose pony and had carefully applied a bit of makeup. 

"Thanks...you look great too." I said a bit shyly, suddenly not sure how to act. This was someone I had spent so much time with and with whom I had never really had much of a problem being myself. Now, so much expectation was clouding my mind, making feel less confident than I normally did. I shook my head slightly to clear it and moved to sit on the leather couch. 

I sat down on the soft couch and Nathan sat next to me, close, but not too close and I flipped on the TV to find somewhat of a distraction and felt his hand come to rest on my bare leg, right below the hem of my skirt. I took a deep breath and looked over at him. He looked at me at the same time and we both smiled. 

"You okay Jess?" He asked, and I nodded, still smiling, probably like an idiot, and giggled.

"Yes, Nathan, just kinda processing this..." I answered, putting my hand on his leg to reassure him that I wanted this and felt him tense up, just slightly, and I realized that, as usual, we were on the same page. 

"Just so you know, we don't have to do anything, we can just hang out, I am just happy to be able to spend time with you," he said, looking at me and it was pretty much exactly what I wanted to hear. 

Fuck the hesitation, I thought, looking at his face, and I kissed him. He seemed surprised, but in a good way, and he kissed me back, his hand grasping my leg a bit more firmly as our tongues danced and our bodies adjusted to each other, to this new way of us being together. 

"Same to you," I whispered when we finally separated, and he laughed, the awkwardness evaporating by the second. Not that my feelings for him were merely sexual, not even close, but I had waited so long for an opportunity to get closer to him and I wanted to take full advantage. Let the fluidness between us take over and see where it led. 

Apparently he felt the same way, because he immediately kissed me again, slowly and seductively, letting his hand crawl up my leg a bit more as my hands moved to his back. My fingers were pulling at his shirt, bringing it up and out of his pants. I wanted to touch his bare skin, and his hand on my thigh was making me so hot! When his shirt was out of his pants, I put my hands on his back and he pulled back from kissing me to kiss my neck, oh, that was such a trigger for me and I moaned softly and rubbed his back. 

His hand was so close to my thong and his tongue was back in my mouth, I could feel myself getting wetter. I moved one of my hands down to the front of his pants where I could feel his erection growing and I wanted to touch him. I felt his hand come off of my thigh to move to the bottom of my shirt and I cried out a little in pleasure when his cool hands grazed my skin. He hesitated a second before they came to rub my breasts over my bra as my hands started to manipulate the buckle on his belt. 

All doubts disappeared as lust and desire took over, both of us hungrily taking from the other what we wanted. I managed to get his belt unbuckled as he went back to kissing my neck and working the clasp on the back of my bra. I unbuttoned his jeans just as his hands hit my bare breasts, my nipples immediately reacting, hardening to his touch, and sending major waves of pleasure to my brain. I could feel his cock clamoring to get out of his jeans and he moaned when I brought my hand to touch it through his black briefs. 

His hands were working my nipples, softly rubbing them as his mouth found mine, again, as I snaked my hand into his underwear to touch his dick. He gasped and pulled his mouth back, breathing heavily and speeding up his fingers on my very hard nipples, arching his back with the sexiest fucking look on his face that I had ever seen. 

"Can I suck your cock, Nathan?" I asked, looking at him, wanting him so much. I was softly and slowly rubbing his cock my hand as I waited for his response. It was twitching and growing in my hand, turning me on so much. His hands kept moving on my nipples as he eagerly nodded.

"Yes, please, Jessica, I would...like...that." he was stammering, so obviously aroused and ready. I did not want to tease him anymore, so I dropped to my knees in front of him, so happy to finally fulfill a fantasy I had had for so long. "Take your shirt off, please," he requested and I obliged, tossing it and my bra aside and letting my tits free as I slid his jeans and briefs to the floor. 

"You look so hot like that..." he told me, and I smiled, as I started to again rub his cock with my hand. I brought my mouth down to his cock and looked him in the eye as I licked the tip. 

"Thank you, Nathan..." I said, before slowly sliding my mouth down the shaft of his cock, watching his face contort in pleasure. I wanted to take my time with him, make sure he felt every inch of pleasure possible before he let go in my mouth. He scooted forward on the couch, shoving his cock further into my mouth and brought his fingers to my nipples. He began slowly turning them in his hands, making me cry out as his dick worked slowly in and out of my mouth. 

He was very slowly taking control of the situation and I did not mind a bit. I used one hand to stroke the length of his cock as I started moving my mouth faster and faster, getting worked up and hornier as I felt him grow harder in my mouth. He kept one hand on my nipple and brought the other to the back of my neck, guiding his shaft deeper and deeper into my throat.

"Fuck Jess...that...feels...amazing! He muttered as he forced himself even deeper, releasing my nipple and grabbing my head with both hands. I gagged and felt my eyes water. He stopped, held my head in place and told me to "Drop your hands please..." 

I moved them to his strong legs, stroking them slowly, and he started to fuck my face, seemingly stepping outside himself as he took me, he felt so large and swollen in my mouth. I was sucking so hard on his cock and moaning around him, using my tongue to stimulate him, loving how this felt and anticipating feeling his semen filling my mouth as he came. He thrusted forward a few hard times, then looked me in the eyes, his eyes aglow with lust and passion. 

"Oh, oh, oh, my god, Jessica, I am going to come in your mouth, can I come in your mouth, I need to come in your mooouuutttthhhhh..." he finished as I felt him lose control, gripping hard on the back of my head, pulling my hair as he started pumping his hot cum into my mouth. I took all that he gave me, swallowing and loving how fucking hot he looked as he came, face flushed and sweat on his forehead.

He stayed put, my mouth still suckling his softening cock, licking all of the cum off of him as he recovered, now softly stroking my hair and lightly trembling. I was methodically rubbing his thighs with my hands, feeling his hairs rise and watching his face, lost in him, in the moment. He seemed paralyzed, dazed, eyes shut as he recovered from his orgasm. I was half afraid that now the spell would be broken, that doubts and guilty feelings would surface and poison the pleasure. 

My fears were allayed when he opened his eyes and looked at me with a new gaze that bared into my soul. So many unsaid words and emotions flowed between us. The intensity that had merely existed before seemed to have to come life in a whole new way. I swallowed and tried not to let myself be overcome by the moment and the way I was feeling, but looking at him, I knew we were in deep. 

He came towards me, pushing me onto my back as he came off the couch to lay on top of me on the soft carpet. He didn't seem to have an exact plan, but he was using his hands to rub my body and his mouth to kiss my neck and mouth. I used my fingers to unbutton and remove his shirt, wanting to feel his skin directly next to mine, and rubbed his back, lightly using my fingernails to graze his skin. 

The feel of his rapid heartbeat so near to mine was intoxicating. So freeing to finally be able to express how good he made me feel in the way I had always wanted but had been so afraid of. "I love you, Nathan," I whispered into his ear and felt tears come into my eyes. Not sadness, but completely a side effect of the pure emotion I was feeling. 

He stopped moving and looked again into my eyes, "I love you too, Jess," he whispered back and wiped the tears from my eyes. My heart surged and my stomach flipped a million times. This was insane. He rolled over to the side to lay next to me, kissing my mouth passionately, his hands forcing my skirt down my legs. When it was off, he brought two fingers to my thong, taking his time to slide the string aside before they found my very wet pussy.

"Fuck, Jess, you're so wet..."

I was so caught up in the moment that I was unable to respond. I felt like I could cum just from the light rubbing of his fingers on the lips of my pussy. I wanted to draw out the moment, to hold back and make it last but the way he was making me feel was so intense that I was unsure how long I could wait. He was kissing my mouth, and then my neck, one hand in my hair, the other slowly working its way towards my clit. 

"Oh my god, Nathan, oh my god," was all I could manage to get out between moans, completely breathless and at his mercy. When his mouth reached my tits, his tongue came out to flick my nipple, I cried out so loudly and I tried to move my hips against his finger but he held me in place. His finger was sitting just on my clit, very slowly moving around as he began to suck on my nipple, getting it so hard, then switching to the other one, still barely moving his finger. 

"Do you like that, Jessica?" He asked me, stopping his mouth briefly but slightly speeding up his finger and watching my face as my eyes closed and moaned and squirmed, so fucking turned on. 

"Yes, yes yes yes yes YES! Please don't stop Nathan, it feels so good..." I was rewarded when his soft lips returned to my nipples and his fingers started moving even faster and I was so close to cumming, my whole body was tensed up and every nerve on my clit was activated and flooding my brain with pleasure. 

"Cum for me, Jessica, I want to feel you cum on my hand!" His words were all that I needed and when he brought a second finger to my clit and rubbed it in a hard circle, I let go. I screamed out and my hips rose off the floor repeatedly as the orgasm went through my body. He went back to sucking on my nipple as he brought his fingers to my drenched pussy. I was in total ecstasy, he knew exactly how to make me feel good and I fucking loved it. 

He pushed up into my pussy with his fingers and moaned. "Fuck you're so sexy, Jess, I need you..." he said as he finger fucked my pussy and looked me in the eye. "Turnover...up on all fours.." I don't think this had been the plan, but nothing with US had never been planned. 

I was in a lusty daze, wanting him in me so bad, so I eagerly did what he asked. "Are you going to fuck me, Nathan?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder at him, a smile plastered on both our faces. 

He came near me and spanked my ass lightly with his hand. "Yes, Jessica. I am going to fuck your pussy and make sure you know who it belongs to, is that ok with you?" He asked, and I was both taken aback and further aroused by his words. He was fumbling through his jeans pockets, looking for a condom, I assumed, before tossing them aside and coming back near my ass.

"Yes, Nathan, please, please fuck me, please..." I begged as I felt his cock so near my pussy. His hard body was pressed up against mine and I don't think I had ever felt this turned on in my life. 

"Oh God...Jess..." Nathan mumbled as he slid his cock into me so slowly. "Your pussy feels FUCKING amazing..." he whispered into my ear as he he plunged deeper into me. His hands were rubbing my hips and my ass as he started to fuck me harder and faster. I was still high from the orgasm he had just given me and the feelings were intensified as he filled me with his dick. He brought one hand down to manipulate my clit as he gave it to me, so hard and so good. 

"Yes, Nathan, yes, you're fucking me so good!" I was crying out over and over and begging him to keep fucking me, I was squeezing my muscles with all my might, keeping him inside me as long as possible. I never wanted this feeling to end. I wanted him to stay next to me, keep fucking me, to never ever let me go. My mind was spinning, everything was blurry and electric. Better than I ever could have imagined. I felt myself let go and started cumming again as he hit my g-spot with his cock. 

I could feel him getting bigger and bigger in my pussy as it spasmed repeatedly around his dick and he started fucking me harder and harder. He was panting, moaning loud for me and I could tell he was getting close. One hand was firmly grabbing my hips and he had reached up with the other to grab my hair near the base of my skull. He was lightly pulling on it, forcing me back even further onto his cock. 

"I am going to cum in your pussy, Jessica, you are making me so hard and I have to cum in you...god I love you so much!" He said as he let out a final groan and started pumping his hot cum into me. I was no longer certain he was wearing a condom but I did not care in that moment. I was just enjoying feeling him release into me, how sexy his body felt as he was trembling and jerking against me. 

He pulled back and out of me when he was finished and immediately came around to my face. 

I understood what he wanted and I opened my mouth to let him slide in. I sucked in and licked his cock, tasting myself as I cleaned him off. Definitely no condom. I looked up at him questionably and he seem to understand what I was asking. 

"I couldn't find it and I just needed to fuck you...please don't be mad...you're on the pill, aren't you"' he asked, sheepishly, and I wasn't but I figured we could talk about that later. I closed my eyes and kept sucking and licking his cock, savoring how he felt in my body. 

I honestly had not thought things would go this far, but the electricity between us had taken over, pushed us to the brink of the ocean, allowed us to take things where we wanted them to go. "I'm not mad..." I said when he sat back, his cock reluctantly dislodging from my mouth. I smiled at him and and sat back, still dazed and sexually charged. 

I crawled up onto the couch, the soft red blanket covering the leather welcoming my naked body. "Come lay with me, Nathan," I asked and he did, snuggled up behind me, his arm coming around to hug me tightly. I knew it was a matter of time before restlessness set in, for one or both of us, time running out and all. I wanted to savor the last moments of this, our first time together. 

This was truly the moment I had been looking forward to the most. Lying, sexually spent, but so fulfilled, finding the deeper connection I had been lacking for so long. My mind, usually running non-stop, was calm and my heart was at peace. My eyes were heavy and all I could focus on was the beating of his heart. His body felt absolutely perfect next to mine and before I knew it he was sleeping, his breathing soft and even, lulling me along with him. 

The perfect ending to the perfect day. "I love you, Nathan, I can't wait to do it again..." I whispered, just before falling asleep.



Our Little Secret



Kenny sat alone at his own birthday party. Most of the people in his yard were there for his parents. Sure there were a bunch of presents with his name on it but he wasn't having fun. 'So this is what eighteen feels like? If this is the best it gets I'm in trouble,' he thought as he sipped his soda.

Out of nowhere a pair of hands covered his eyes. "Guess who," said a smooth feminine voice. 

"Uh, I don't know," Kenny replied. He brought his hands up to cover the mysterious ones over his eyes.

"You're going to have to do better than that," the female visitor replied. "Don't you even recognize your own Aunt Barb?"

"I was just kidding," Kenny said. He stood up and hugged his aunt. "I'm glad you could make it. You know you're my favorite aunt."

"That's because I spoil you rotten. Happy birthday, Kenny," she said. Barb handed Kenny an envelope and a small box and kissed on the cheek. "There's another present for you in my car. You can help me get it later on, okay?"

"There's my Barbie doll," Kenny's dad, Roy, bellowed from across the yard. Roy put his camera down and in a few short steps had Barb in a bear hug. "Still as sexy as ever," he said, his right hand gently patting Barb on her rear end, "ain't that right boy?"

"Don't embarrass the birthday boy," Barb said smacking Roy on the chest. "So, how ya doing Roy?" Barb said as she hugged him back, not seeming to mind his hands. 

"Roy! Get off my sister and help me set the table, the food's almost ready," Carol, Kenny's mom, yelled, more annoyed at the lack of help than her husband's roaming hands.

Roy skulked off with his beer. Barb tapped Kenny on the shoulder. "Let's get your other gift and the rest of my stuff out of the car before dinner," Barb said. 

"Sounds good to me," Kenny said. Kenny followed his aunt around to the front of the house to her car. 

"So, your mom told me about a girl you were seeing. Is she coming?" Barb's eyebrows raised anticipating the answer.

"A girl?" Kenny said. "Oh, Jenny. Nothing came of it."

"I'm sorry to hear that. What happened? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Nothing really happened," Kenny took a deep breath. "It was over before it began, but you know mom; she likes to exaggerate. All we did was go to the movies and dinner a few times."

"Then what? Seems pretty standard to me?" Barb asked.

Kenny pushed his glasses on and brushed a lock of brown hair away from his eyes, "well, after the third date I tried to kiss her goodnight. Well, Jenny freaked out and said she thought we were just friends and that she didn't like me like that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," Barb said. "She's at that age where she's confused and doesn't know what to do. I don't think you misread anything. You're a handsome young man and any girl would be lucky to end up with you."

"Thanks Aunt Barb," Kenny said. "Jenny doesn't seem too confused. She's dating a football player," Kenny trailed away for a minute. "She wouldn't even kiss me and now she's fucking him," he said. His hands shot up to his mouth as if trying to hold those words in. 

"Don't worry about that, I'm pretty hard to offend. Plus, I know what it's like to deal with high school girls, I used to be one," she said with a laugh. "That slip will be our little secret," Barb said with a wink and a nudge. Kenny laughed at that joke and nudged his aunt back.

Once in the driveway, Barb opened her car trunk, which was crammed full of her bags. "Could you carry my bags up to the spare room and I'll follow with your present." Kenny grabbed his aunt's bags and began the trek upstairs. Barb followed right behind him with a brightly wrapped box.

Kenny dropped his aunt's bags on the floor of the spare room with a loud clunk. "I thought you were only staying for a week? It looks like you've got enough stuff for a month."

"Not quite a month," Barb said as she put the wrapped box on the bed. "I have to leave on a business trip from here, so I brought extra." Barb walked back across the room and shut the bedroom door to put her clothes in the closet behind the door.

"So, have you gotten any new tattoos since Christmas?" Kenny asked as he took a seat on the bed.

"Don't you wanna see what else I got you? We can talk tattoos later. Go ahead, open it," Barb said.

"Okay," Kenny said. In short seconds wrapping paper covered the floor and bed like confetti. Kenny grinned as he realized what was in the box, "Wow, a new DVD player! Thank you so much." Kenny jumped off the bed and hugged his aunt. 

"You're quite welcome," she said patting him on the back. "I knew you really wanted one of you own."

Kenny sat on the bed beaming like a child on Christmas morning. 'This birthday isn't turning out so bad after all he thought.'

Barb unzipped her last bag on the bed. Kenny couldn't help but stare at his aunt's tiny underwear lying on top. They looked much different than his mothers -- feminine, delicate and colorful. Kenny was forced to admit they were even kind of sexy. Kenny never gave much thought to the idea of what his aunt's panties looked like. Suddenly, he found himself admiring them in a way that unnerved him.

"Never mind my frilly things," Barb said. Her voice snapped Kenny out of his trance-like gaze. "I brought my bathing suit, too," she said, "I hope to try out that new hot tub your parents got."

"It's so relaxing to sit in there, especially at night, when it's cool and quiet. Let me know if you want to go in, I know how to work the controls so it won't get too hot for you," Kenny offered.

"It sounds like a date then," Barb said smiling at her nephew. "Now, these are for you too," Barb said. She pushed her bras and underwear out of the way, "but, you can't tell anybody about these." Barb dug into her case and pulled out more wrapped packages.

"What are they?" Kenny asked as he examined the packages.

"I'm not telling," Barb said, now it was her turn to smile.

Kenny looked over the packages and began to tear off the wrapping. In a few seconds Kenny could read the suggestive titles and see the pictures of the scantily clad beauties on the covers. "You got me porn for my birthday?" Kenny said. His jaw dropped in disbelief.

"I sure did," Barb said. She sat next to Kenny and put her arm around him. "I figured what better present for an 18 year-old. You can consider it the start of your own collection." Barb looked Kenny in the eye, "You have to promise me you'll hide them well and you won't tell anybody about them. I don't want your mother mad at me."

"I promise," Kenny hugged his aunt. "It'll be our little secret, right?"

"Absolutely." Barb thought Kenny pulled her a little closer than normal and maybe held on a little longer than he should have. "Now, go hide those and then we'll head back down."

Kenny disappeared down the hallway only to reappear a few seconds later. "All's secure," he said.

"Now, back to tattoos. Did you ever see my rose?" Barb asked.

"No. Remember mom and dad made me leave the room when you showed them," Kenny said. He could remember his dad's whooping and hollering and his mother's shocked gasp when she showed them her tattoo. He also remembered wanting to know what all the fuss was about.

"That's right," she said with a little laugh, "they thought you were too young." Barb stood in front of Kenny and unsnapped her shorts to reveal a pair of lacey black panties. Barb slowly inched the waistband down in a slow, satirical striptease. Slowly the waistband slid down over her flared hips and flat stomach to reveal more of her creamy skin to Kenny's eager gaze. "You're old enough to see it now." Kenny's mouth dropped open as a tiny red rose slowly emerged, very low on her flat stomach.

"That's a pretty cool tattoo," he said. His heart thudded in his chest as his dick stirred uncomfortably in his pants. It was an unexpected reaction, but the more his eyes lingered on his aunt's stomach and barely concealed pubic area the more comfortable he became with the feeling in his pants.

"I'm sure if it was on anybody else you'd want to see more," Barb laughed as she buttoned her shorts up. "I almost forgot, I got my belly button pierced back in February," Barb quickly pushed her black top up to under her breasts to reveal the diamond tipped stud adorning her navel.

"That's nice," Kenny said, "I really like it when girls have their belly buttons pierced." 

"So mine must not look too bad then?" Barb asked as she peered down at her own stomach. "Well we'd better get back outside," Barb said. "Bring your DVD player with you, too."

"But not my porn, right?" he asked with a huge grin on his face.

Once in the backyard Barb and Kenny walked over to where Roy was sitting. "Where did you two go off to?" he asked.

"Kenny helped me put away my bags in the spare room," Barb replied. "Plus, I gave him his birthday presents," Barb looked at Kenny and gave him a knowing wink.

"Look what Aunt Barb got me," Kenny said holding the DVD player out.

Roy looked Kenny up and down and smiled. "Look at that shit eatin' grin on your face, boy. I bet ya Barb showed ya her rose, didn't she?" Roy laughed. Kenny's smile widened and he started to turn red.

"You givin' my boy a free show? Bah, he's old enough now," Roy said as he wrapped his arms around Barb and playfully kissed her cheek and neck. "What the hell is this on your stomach?" Roy said as his hand brushed her stomach.

"Do ya like it? I got it back in February," Barb said pulling her shirt up one more time.

"Bah, your ruinin' your body with those tattoos and now this," Roy said, "but, you're still pretty sweet." Barb jumped as Roy smacked her ass. "Tattoo's almost on her leg, huh boy?" Roy said to Kenny. Barb went to help her sister set up the few remaining things before all the food was ready while Kenny sat down at a picnic table to wait.

As she walked away, Kenny understood why his dad kept patting his aunt's behind. Kenny noticed how her tan shorts clung to her shapely hips and the fabric stretched taut over her ass cheeks highlighting each of her curves and movements. His thoughts raced back to the brief glimpse of her panties and her rose tattoo and then back to the shimmering stud in her belly button. Looking around to make sure nobody noticed him he reached under the table and adjusted his stiffening cock. 

At supper Kenny eagerly took a seat across from his Aunt Barb. Kenny's parents and cousins laughed loudly at the other end of the table. That didn't matter to Kenny, he was more than content to spend his birthday talking with his favorite aunt. 

"I think I'll have some more of that pasta salad," Barb said standing up and stretching across the table to reach the bowl. Kenny's eyes immediately darted to his Aunt's chest as her black top fell forward. Kenny soaked in as much of his aunt's lovely flesh as he dared. His eyes followed the black strap of her bra off of her shoulder down to its cup. Her breasts filled each cup to overflowing, the cut of the cup allowed Kenny to have an ample view of her tits. Tiny freckles dotted each breast as they jiggled seemingly ready to break free of their confines. Kenny's appreciation of his aunt's figure hadn't gone totally unnoticed. .

Barb sat back down across from Kenny, "Phew, that was quite a work out," she said, "what are you sweating for? I'm the one that wrestled with the bowl." Barb could feel her nipples tighten and stiffen into hard buds as the night air cooled – or was it because she shamelessly put herself on display for her nephew? Either way she liked the feeling it gave her.

"I'm sorry, I should've helped you," Kenny said bashfully. Kenny averted his gaze away from his aunt. 

"No problem, I just hope I wasn't in your way too much?" Barb asked as she reached across the table and patted his hand.

"No, no. Not at all," Kenny mumbled.

Kenny's party continued late into the evening. Most of it seemed to be spent opening gifts and cutting the birthday cake. By midnight the party was winding down and the few remaining stragglers were saying their goodbyes. 

"It's getting late and I'm really tired," Kenny said. "I think I'm going to turn in." 

"Well, good night honey," Kenny's mom said, "and happy birthday, too. We won't be much longer."

"Thanks, mom. Goodnight all," Kenny said. He picked up his armful of presents and went inside. Once in his room Kenny cleared a space for his new DVD player. After fumbling through the directions and sorting out the cables he had everything hooked up. 

"Okay. Let's see if this thing works," Kenny said. He reached into his closet, under his folded sweaters, and felt around until he found one of the DVDs his aunt gave him. The box art featured two busty blondes embracing each other. The wording, in bright letters, on the cover promised 'the hottest all-girl action ever recorded,' 'fresh-faced cuties make each other cum,' and some magazine he'd never heard of gave it a five-star rating. "I think this will do quite nicely," Kenny said as he popped the disc on to the DVD tray.

His hands trembled while he waited for the movie to finally begin. The music sounded like a bastardized version of any number of popular dance songs. He'd never heard of any of the young starlets or recognized their pictures, but that didn't surprise him since his experience with porn was fairly limited. Despite the lack of knowledge Kenny's cock knew exactly what to do. Within seconds of the start of the DVD his cock ached to be touched and screamed for release. The swollen girth of his dick tented his shorts.

Grabbing a handful of tissues from his nightstand Kenny took his shirt off and laid it behind him. He dropped his shorts and underwear and kicked them across the room. Droplets of clear pre-come rolled from the tip of his cock. Kenny sat on the edge of his bed and slowly stroked his cock while the two fiery redheads on the screen stripped each other and began kissing. Kenny could feel his balls begin to tighten and he knew the sticky climax wasn't very far behind. Jerking off before bed was a nightly ritual for Kenny but the DVD player and movies made sure it would never be the same again.

"I knew this is what you came in here to do," said the same smooth female voice that had greeted Kenny earlier in the day.

Kenny nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the unexpected voice. He grabbed his shirt and covered his erection in a vain attempt at modesty. He turned in enough time to see his aunt quietly close the door. Barb took a deep breath realizing she was about to cross a line that couldn't be uncrossed. She walked in and sat next to Kenny on the bed. The only noise in the room came from the lowered TV audio. To Kenny the squeals and moans of the sexed-up honeys on the DVD rang in his ears along with the thundering beat of his heart.

Barb placed her hand on Kenny's leg and looked down at the shirt covering him. "There's no need to hide it. It's nothing I haven't seen before, you know," Barb said.

"What do you mean?" Kenny's voice wavered, almost on the brink of tears.

Barb rolled her eyes at Kenny's question, as if she had forgotten to state the obvious. "I guess you wouldn't remember. I used to bathe you when you were little."

"That was like eighteen years ago," Kenny stammered. The feeling of terror eased long enough for Kenny to glance over his aunt. Her black bra strap peaked out from under her top, images of her full breasts cradled in their bra, from earlier, flooded his mind. He allowed his eyes to roam over his aunt's tan legs as they dangled over the edge of the bed. He admired the deep tan they had acquired in only a few weeks of sun. Even though her legs weren't particularly long he admired the shape of her calf and how it merged with her toned upper legs and how they flared to her broad hips – 'the hips of a real woman,' Kenny thought. Once he saw her shorts the image of her rose tattoo and the silky black panties impressed itself on his brain once again. 

Barb tingled from excitement as she felt Kenny's eyes caress her supple body. She was proud of her body and felt nothing shameful about momentarily basking in the gaze of this young male, even if it was her nephew. "Like I said earlier, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Also, you didn't seem to have any problems looking down my shirt at the picnic. Now, lay back on the bed," Barb commanded.

"I'm ... I'm really sorry about that Aunt Barb. If I'd known, I wouldn't have ...," Kenny stammered.

"What, Kenny?" Barb said, impatience crept into her voice. "What you meant to say is if you knew your auntie would catch you staring at her chest you would've been more careful. You're a young man and there's nothing young men like to do than ogle females. Now lay down," Barb said as she pushed Kenny back to the mattress.

Kenny reluctantly laid down with his hands clutching his shirt over his erection. Barb reclined on one arm next to him and ran a finger down the middle of his long, lanky torso. Kenny twitched involuntarily at her touch. She then ran her whole hand over his chest, down his stomach and over the downy soft brown pubic hair that trailed from his belly button towards his crotch.

"Now, get rid of your shirt," Barb commanded. Kenny gulped and did as told, his swollen cock exposed to his aunt's gaze. Kenny's erection looked nothing like she expected. She thought it would be long and thin, like his body. Instead, Kenny presented a thick, meaty shaft engorged from arousal topped by a shiny tip. The length, although not the longest she had seen, was not inconsiderable. His prick curved gently towards his stomach and the tip rested slightly above his belly button. Barb couldn't help but lick her lips at this sight, she knew she was going to enjoy this.

Barb ran her fingers through his sparse pubic hair and over his swollen member. Kenny looked horrified when her hand touched him. "It's okay," Barb said. 

Kenny thought he'd awake at any second alone in a dark room, he was sure this was all a dream. Too much happened all at once to make any sense to him. In the pit of his stomach he felt sick but at the same time he was more turned on than ever before. He could see his aunt holding his cock but it seemed to be in another world far, far away.

Barb looked Kenny in the eye with a serious expression and said, "Promise me that this'll be our little secret." Kenny nodded his head solemnly. "Promise?" Barb repeated.

Barb grabbed his cock and squeezed the base as a stream of precome trickled down her hand. She began to stroke his cock with long, slow movements. Kenny groaned in pleasure as she delicately used her hand on him. Kenny glanced at his TV screen to see a busty brunette going down a short-haired blonde. He looked back at his aunt, who looked to be deep in concentration, her hand covered in the clear juices bubbling from the tip of his prick. Kenny shifted his weight and with his other hand started to caress his aunt's one bare shoulder.

"Mmm, Kenny," Barb whispered as he gently touched her shoulder.

Kenny felt his balls tighten and the urge to come increased. Each gentle stroke of his cock from his aunt brought him closer to the sweet release of completion. Kenny groaned loudly; his toes curled as he felt he could unleash at any moment.

"Shh," Barb said as her hand continued to work on Kenny's member, "do you want your parents to hear us?"

Kenny laid his forearm across his face and moaned into it. Kenny reached out to hold onto Barb's shoulder as he neared climax.

There was no turning back now. Kenny's hips spasmed, he grabbed handfuls of his bed's sheets. With a loud grunt, Kenny's cock twitched in his aunt's hand as a thick stream of hot come shot out. His first blast arched high and splattered onto his stomach. Barb continued to stroke his dick as a second and third stream of jizz poured out coating his aunt's hand.




Our Little Secret



Barb let Kenny's deflating cock slip from her fingers and land with a wet plop against his leg. The hair on his stomach was matted from his sweat and juices. Barb grabbed the box of tissues from his nightstand and wiped her hands clean. She sat the box next to him. 

Barb stood up and adjusted her shirt and pushed her hair away from her eyes. "Now, remember this is our little secret. Right, Kenny?"

"Yes, Aunt Barb," Kenny said managing a weak smile.

"Good," she replied. Barb brushed a sweat-soaked lock of hair off his forehead and gently kissed it. "Sleep tight," Barb said. She flashed him a bright smile as she walked out of the room. 

Kenny staggered to the bathroom totally bewildered. The light in his aunt's room clicked off before he reached the bathroom. Kenny looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His head ached and he felt dizzy, he couldn't even begin to comprehend what just happened. He didn't know what he felt or even how he should feel. After a minute Kenny just shook his head, splashed cold water on his face and vowed to sleep on it. 

Back in his room, Kenny climbed into bed. His mind raced through the earlier events. Eventually sleep overtook him, but somewhere in his dreamland the thought of having his aunt as a sexual partner recurred and inserted itself into his subconscious thoughts. 

The next morning Kenny awoke with a start. "Was I fucking dreaming last night?" he said to himself quietly, "that really couldn't have happened." Kenny replayed the evening's events over and over again in his head. Each time he came to the same conclusion – it really happened, just like he thought. If that wasn't enough his crumpled shirt laid by the bed as further proof.

Kenny wandered down the steps and rounded the corner of the steps into the kitchen to find everybody, including his aunt, at the table.

"Good morning," Carol, Kenny's mother said cheerily, "you're just in time for some scrambled eggs."

"Good morning, Kenny," his Aunt Barb said. "I thought I'd have to come up there and give you a special wake-up call." Kenny smiled back at her unsure if she meant some sort of innuendo in her comment.

Kenny sat down next to his aunt. He made sure his legs didn't brush against his aunt or that some other contact was accidentally made. After last night just sitting so close to his aunt freaked him out or was it turned on? Kenny wasn't exactly sure.

"So did you have a good time last evening?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, I did. It was good to see all of the relatives," Kenny replied.

"I had a really good time, too, last evening," Barb said. Her right hand slid under the table and up Kenny's leg until her fingers found their way under the leg of his shorts.

Kenny's leg jerked away from his aunt's touch banging against a table leg. The plates and cups on the table jumped off the table only to clatter down and spill their contents.

"Look what you did," Roy said as he dropped the local sports page and tried to stem the tide of orange juice heading towards the table edge.

"Are you all right?" Carol asked. "Roy quit grumbling and read your paper," she muttered to him as he picked up the paper without missing a beat.

"I'm sorry mom," Kenny said, "something tickled my leg."

"You're awfully tense for a boy your age," his aunt added, "you need something to relax you." Barb laughed in a way Kenny thought was at a joke only they would get.

"Well, whatever your problem is," Roy said without so much as glancing away from his paper, "don't forget to clean out the two basement back rooms and cut up all those boxes. Bulk garbage pick-up is Tuesday and I don't want that shit in my house for another month."

"Okay dad. I'll get that done today," Kenny said.

Less than an hour later Kenny found himself holed up in the basement. His parents and aunt were gone for the day. With the house to himself he turned his CD player up and set about cleaning the two rooms. He thought he would get these done as early as possible so he didn't have to worry about it the rest of the weekend or listen to his dad bitch when it wasn't done when he came home.

Cleaning these two rooms was a chore Kenny was used to since he'd been doing it at least once a year for the last ten years. These two basement rooms were the only unfinished rooms in the basement and served as both his dad's tool room and a drop off point for all the unwanted stuff in the house. With a well practiced and trained hand Kenny set about clearing all the rubbish out and cutting up boxes so they would go into the trash easier.

This alone time also let him think about breakfast. He couldn't believe his aunt actually ran her hand along his leg with his parents at the table, let alone in the very same room. While her touch sent a shiver of excitement and lust through his body he couldn't help but be a little upset at her with her little stunt. An overwhelming desire for his hot aunt, which had grown since he saw her tattoos and stole a peak down her top and especially since the previous night, soon replaced any irritation he momentarily felt. The forbidden nature of his lust only intensified, and not inhibited, his desires.

Kenny, deep in thought and work, barely registered that the music disappeared mid-song. The music had been so loud and he so distracted that he hadn't even heard the sounds of her car pulling up front or the opening and closing of the house doors. Even the sounds of a squeaky basement door or her footfalls on creaky steps hadn't penetrated the din of heavy metal music.

Barb leaned casually against the doorway; her hip stuck out to one side, emphasizing the femininity Kenny had eagerly soaked up with his eyes the previous evening. Her white top was unbuttoned down to the ivory-white cups of her bra. Generous amounts of cleavage peaked out from under her top. 

"You know you could've been less jumpy this morning," Barb said.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to touch me? You shouldn't have done that with my parents in the room," Kenny half yelled at his aunt.

"I thought about that while I was out. I shouldn't have done that. I could've accidentally ruined our little secret," she said.

"Yeah and we really don't want that to happen."

"Well I hurried back, since I knew you'd be alone, to properly apologize to my favorite nephew," Barb said with a wink and a sly glance over her shoulder, as if to check that they were still alone.

Barb took a few steps towards Kenny as he backed away. Kenny soon ran out of ground and came to a stop against the wall. Barb put her hands around his waist and pulled herself towards him. Barb reveled in the feeling of Kenny's body pressed against hers. Her entire body tingled with excitement as its natural reactions became more pronounced. Barb felt her nipples tighten into stiff nubs pushing against her tight blouse while her pussy seemed to become impossibly damp in a short time.

Barb pushed herself up on her tiptoes, making sure her tits pressed into her nephew's chest. She drew her mouth close to his ear, under her touch she could feel his body shaking. Her actions had the effect she was looking for.

"Do you want to know something?" Barb whispered into Kenny's ear. Barb's voice was so low that if Kenny took time to breathe he might have missed what she said.

"Uh huh," Kenny croaked. Kenny could feel a lump forming in his throat that felt like it would choke him. His heart pounded its fast and steady beat in his head. Kenny didn't know whether to pass out or throw up – either one seemed like a good option to him right now.

"I'm glad I got back before your parents," Barb whispered. She briefly flicked her tongue against Kenny's ear as she talked.

"You are?" Kenny asked.

Kenny looked down as much as possible. He saw his aunt's breasts only inches from his face pressed into him, her chest and upper slopes of her breasts were flushed hot red with arousal. Despite his nerves and queasy stomach his swollen member, pushed into his aunt's hip, revealed the depths of Kenny's desire. The same heart that thumped its beat into his brain continued to pump much needed blood to his engorged shaft.

"You aren't?" Barb asked. With her left hand she squeezed Kenny's swollen cock through his shorts. "It seems to me you're very glad they aren't around, too," she said. Barb's eyes smoldered with her barely contained lust.

Kenny tried to swallow the lump in his throat and nodded.

Kenny thought his head was going to explode when his aunt touched him. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants. Kenny was aware that another, even light touch would have him squirting gallons of come uncontrollably.

"Do you want me to stop?" Barb cooed into her nephew's ear.

Kenny shook his head. 

"I didn't think so. I can feel how hard your cock is," Barb said, "I bet it would feel better if it was against my skin." When she said that she pushed her hip against her hand as she slowly squeezed his erection again. 

Kenny left out a whimper of agonized pleasure. His knees felt like jelly and he believed that if his aunt took a step backwards he'd crumble to the ground like a sack of potatoes. 

"You poor thing," Barb said, sensing his agony. "I guess I won't tell you how I felt last night. You remember last night, don't you?" she said with a feigned pout.

"Of course," Kenny tried to say even though he felt like he'd swallowed some cotton balls. "I mean of course I do," he squeaked out with little more success.

Barb looked back over her shoulder to make sure her sister or brother wasn't standing there. She wiggled her body against Kenny's again. "I was so horny last night that within seconds of me turning the light off I had myself coming. The whole time I thought of taking your thick cock into my mouth and running my tongue all over it. I wanted to feel your hot sticky come on my hand again and on my tits and in my mouth. I hardly slept one wink last night."

"I don't know if I can take much more of this," Kenny muttered as his aunt finished her story, "I feel like I'm gonna explode."

"I bet you can't," his aunt giggled, "you know you don't have to take either." She kissed him gently up and down the side of his neck, lightly dragging her tongue by his ear, stopping only to catch her breath. "Oh, there is one more thing," Barb added, "if you only knew how hot I was this morning at the breakfast table. I wish I could've woken you up the way I wanted to, but I doubt your mom would approve." With her fingers, Barb slowly worked his zipper open.

"How were you going to wake me?" Kenny asked, his voice still trembled and croaked from his dry throat.

"I was going to do this," Barb said. She pulled him into the next room and pushed him onto the couch. Barb dropped to her knees. Kenny saw that his aunt's face and chest were flushed, her nipples clearly visible, jutted to hard points under her blouse. 

This whole situation seemed surreal and almost unbelievable, but it was really happening. Barb slid her fingers into the waistband of Kenny's shorts and yanked them down. Kenny's cock bounced into full view of his aunt, this time voluntarily. Large drops of precome oozed from the swollen purple tip of his thick cock. Barb gasped. 

"You'd never forget a wake up like this," Barb said. She licked her lips and tilted her head to accept Kenny's cock into her mouth. It looked much thicker and harder than it did the other night. "Now, I want you to close your eyes, lean back, relax and enjoy," Barb said. Kenny tightly closed his eyes and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Your Aunt Barb is going to take care of you."

Barb exhaled a deep breath. She was about to cross a line she'd never imagined would've crossed before she came to visit her sister but the heat emanating from between her legs and the sight of her exposed nephew urged her on. 

Kenny groaned as his aunt's hand closed around his cock and began to slowly stroke it. Her gentle strokes brought Kenny closer to orgasm. Kenny didn't want simply another repeat of last night. No, he wanted to feel his aunt's warm mouth on him, to feel her tongue run up and down the length of his shaft and finally to feel his hot come pump down her throat. 

Kenny opened his eyes to watch his aunt take his cock into her mouth. He was determined not to miss anything from his first blowjob. Just as he opened his eyes a moving shadow on the far wall caught his attention. He glanced over his shoulder at the basement window in enough time to see the tires of his dad's pickup truck pass by.

"Aunt Barb, Aunt Barb," Kenny stammered. He tapped his aunt urgently on the shoulder. "Mom and dad are home, we can't let them find us here. They'll fucking kill me," Kenny said as tears welled up in his eyes.

A look of disappointment crossed Barb's face followed by a moment of panic. Barb put a reassuring hand to Kenny's face. "Grab your clothes and go to the bathroom over there," Barb motioned towards the tiny bathroom Kenny's father had installed in the basement two years earlier. "I'll make sure you have plenty of time get calmed down."

Barb stood up as if nothing was happening. She buttoned her top to cover her bra and cleavage she had just uncovered for Kenny. Barb ran her fingers through her hair and picked at the bangs before she headed for the stairs. As she started up the steps the back door opened.

Kenny could hear his parents and aunt talking. He was amazed how natural and calm she sounded while he stood in the tiny basement bathroom trembling like a leaf. Sweat mixed with a few tears streaked his face. Kenny decided the best thing to do was to get back to work like nothing happened – just like his aunt. This was easier said than done. Kenny splashed water on his face and dried his eyes. He went back into one of the rooms and grabbed a broom. 

"How's the room coming," Roy said. Kenny nearly jumped out of his skin even though he'd heard the creak of the door and steps.

"Good, dad. I just have another box or two to cut up and a little more sweeping.

"Good job, boy," Roy said. He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looked around with a smile of approval on his face. "So, what'd ya say we get some pizza later for dinner? Just a guys night out," Roy said.

"What about Aunt Barb and mom?" Kenny asked. By now he'd stopped shaking and the earlier close call had sufficiently faded into the background that he wasn't scared now.

"Oh, they're going on a gals night out, they want to spend some time catching up. It'll be just us two bachelors here," Roy said. He clapped his son on the back for emphasis.

Later that evening Roy and Kenny settled in the hot tub. After a filling dinner of pizza the warm water felt great against their bodies in the cool summer night. Roy was on his sixth beer for the night and was definitely feeling the effects. It seemed to be all he could do to keep awake.

Kenny hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol that evening but he too felt intoxicated. During the evening his thoughts kept wandering back to his aunt. The earlier events of that afternoon played over and over in his head. Each time he found some new and lurid detail to focus on and each time his cock grew harder and harder.

"Your mom and aunt must be having a hell of time," Roy said looking at his watch. "They've been gone for nearly five hours."

"I wonder what they are doing?" Kenny asked.

"Knowing your aunt. They're probably up to no good," Roy said. He laughed loudly at his own joke nearly choking on his beer he'd just sipped.

"I think mom will keep Aunt Barb under control," Kenny said. 

"If your mom gets enough liquor in her it might be the other way around," Roy said.

Just as Roy finished his sentence the driveway lit up with the headlights of Barb's car. Kenny and Roy waited what felt like an eternity before the car doors opened and loud peals of laughter poured from the car.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Carol yelled in a slurred voice, "I thought he was gonna piss himself."

"No, no. The look on his friends face was priceless," Barb cried back to her sister.

The loud slamming of car doors made Roy wince in the hot tub. It was almost midnight and noises at this hour didn't go over too well with the neighbors, who were just as likely to call the cops as they were to ask you to hold it down.

"Oh, fuck," Kenny heard Barb yell followed by the tumbling and clanging of metal garbage can lids.

"Shhhh," Carol said loudly. "It's after dark and the neighbors are trying to sleep."

"Will you two drunks get over here. You're going to wake the whole damn neighborhood up with your racket," Roy yelled in a hushed voice.

Carol and Barb rounded the corner and stumbled into the backyard. Barb and Carol clung to each other for support, both giggling. Roy looked at Kenny with a slightly annoyed look on his face. "I knew this would fucking happen," he said to Kenny.

Kenny just shrugged his shoulders. It was truly a rare occasion when he saw his mom drink anything stronger than tea. Seeing her drunk filled him with the awareness his mother wasn't the lame tight-ass he'd thought she was.

"I'm going to take your mom and aunt upstairs. Make sure everything is off before you come in," Roy said. He sighed like a person who knew what needed to be done wouldn't be as easy as it should be.

"I bet he wants to take us upstairs," Barb giggled. Carol burst into fits of laughter.

"C'mon girls. You've had enough fun to last you for quite awhile. Make sure everything is off, okay, boy." Roy said before hurrying the two women into the house.

"Okay, dad." Kenny stretched out in the hot tub. Any thoughts of alone time with his aunt seemed dashed. The moon rose higher as the remaining light in the house clicked off.

Kenny closed his eyes and settled deeper into the hot tub. The warm water surrounding his body provided a welcome barrier against the cool evening air. 

"You really didn't think I'd forget about my favorite nephew?" Barb said. Barb clutched the front of her pink housecoat close to her chest.

"I didn't know what to think. You were so drunk earlier I thought you'd be passed out by now."

"I was putting on a bit of an act. Now your mom, she's really drunk," Barb paused for a moment. "You look awfully lonely in there. Do you want your auntie to join you?"

The moonlight lit up Kenny's grin in the deepening shadows of night. "The water's wonderful," Kenny said. He splashed some water as an invitation.

Barb stepped onto the deck by the tub. Kenny's smile broadened as he took in the whole of his aunt's shapely form. Barb let the housecoat drop off her narrow shoulders to her elbows. "You ready?" Barb asked. She dipped a foot into the tub and kicked some water towards her nephew.

Kenny nodded; he locked eyes with his aunt in a gaze that could have melted ice. Barb flipped a strand of hair away from her eyes with a flick of her head. Her tongue moistened her dry quivering lips. She dropped her hands to her side; the housecoat fell to her feet in a pool of pink fabric. Barb stood there clad in a dark red string bikini. The cut of Barb's bikini bottom completely revealed her rose tattoo. The top didn't offer much more coverage than her bottoms did. 

"Wow, you look ... you look incredible," Kenny said.

Barb didn't say a word as she slid into the warm water. She made her way towards her awaiting nephew. Before Kenny could say anything Barb took Kenny's head into the palms of her hands. Barb's mouth closed around Kenny's closed lips. Kenny trembled as he felt his aunt's warm breath and wet tongue probing his mouth. Barb sucked Kenny's lower lip into her warm mouth before breaking off her deep kiss.

"I thought that would be a good ice breaker," Barb said. She reached under the water and began to rub Kenny's leg. Kenny snuggled closer to his aunt taking pleasure her soft curves pressing into his body and the warmth emanating from her. Kenny put his trembling arms around her to pull her closer.




Our Little Secret



"Let's slow down, Kenny. You're way too nervous and I think I can help you calm down some," Barb said. Barb motioned for Kenny to sit on the side of the hot tub. "Why don't we get you out of those shorts while we're at it," Barb said as she began tugging at the legs of his shorts.

Kenny looked around the dark yard to make sure they were still alone. Satisfied they were alone Kenny tossed his shorts onto the deck with a wet plop. Barb smiled at her nude nephew, the moonlight glistened on his wet body and his hard thick cock jutted proudly into the cool night air.

"This will calm you down," Barb said. She rubbed the muscles on his chest as tiny droplets of water ran down his stomach. Barb let out a soft moan as her hands caressed his hard stomach and wrapped around his thick stalk. She began to rub his penis, the ache she'd been feeling since the other night started to slowly dissipate.

Kenny left out a moan – much too loudly for Barb's tastes. "Shh," she said as she placed a finger over his mouth, "we have to be very quiet." Kenny nodded his head in understanding.

Barb repositioned herself on the seat between Kenny's legs. Barb dragged her tongue in a broad stroke up the underside of Kenny's shaft. She flicked her tongue at the nerve-laden tip before she took his entire swollen head into her eager wet mouth.

Kenny's legs jerked involuntarily, splashing water around, as his senses went into overload. He could feel his aunt's mouth and tongue moving up and down his cock in long slow movements. Barb's head bobbed gently in his lap. Kenny could see his prick disappear and the reappear from his aunt's mouth. The only sounds he could here were tiny waves of water lapping at his aunt's supple body and an occasional slurping noise coming from her.

It didn't take long for Kenny to feel that urge for release rush through him. Kenny stifled his moans as much as possible but Barb sensed his orgasm was near. Kenny felt her pace quicken as his balls tightened and pulled closer to his body. He lifted his hips and thrust his cock deeper into Barb's mouth as the first explosion of seed erupted into his aunt's mouth. White-hot pleasure coursed through Kenny's loins as he pumped stream after stream of come into his aunt's mouth.

Barb tickled Kenny's balls with her right hand as her mouth coaxed every last drop of come from him. Her mouth formed a tight seal around his rigid shaft while her tongue played with his slippery tip in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck! That was wonderful," Kenny said. Barb winced as his words came out of his mouth louder than she would've liked.

Barb stood up between Kenny's legs. His still erect cock formed a tiny trail of spent come along Barb's bare midriff. "Well that really is one of my specialties," she said with a laugh. She put her hands on his chest and leaned in for a kiss.

Kenny recoiled from his aunt. His expression was a mixture of horror and disgust. Barb saw that look and pulled away quickly. Kenny immediately felt ashamed and looked at the gurgling water in the hot tub. "I'm sorry, Aunt Barb," Kenny began, "it's just that ... you know. I mean I just came or I mean you just swallowed my ... I'm really sorry."

It became apparent to Barb what Kenny's problem was. "No need to apologize. Many guys don't want to taste their own come." Barb brushed Kenny's hair alongside his head back into place and rubbed his shoulder. "I should've realized you might not be comfortable with that," Barb said.

"I really am sorry," Kenny mumbled. "Maybe next time. I mean if there is a next ...." 

"Shh, shh," she said. "Quit apologizing already. I'm too hot to worry about something silly like that."

Kenny looked at his aunt and smiled. "Now let's get me out of this bikini. I'm way too over dressed."

Barb turned her back towards Kenny and offered him the back string to pull. Kenny reached up and tugged on the loose knot. It easily came loose in his fingers. Barb untied the knot behind her neck and soon the top floated on the swirling waters of the hot tub.

Barb turned to face Kenny with a breast each hand. Kenny looked at his aunt's smiling face and then down at her covered breasts. For the few fleeting seconds it took Kenny to realize his aunt was covering her tits, Barb had moved her hands away.

Kenny licked his lips as his eyes fully took in his aunt's shapely breasts. His eyes caressed her smooth creamy skin before following the upper slope of her breasts down to the full globes that hung high and firm on her chest. Her tits were capped by dark pink nipples, which were surrounded by light brown areolas that spread outward to gently blend in with her skin. 

Barb dipped her hands in the water and rubbed them over her breasts causing the nipples to stiffen. Kenny stood up and moved towards the center of the tub.

"Oh, Kenny," Barb moaned as her nephew took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer to her full breasts. Kenny lapped at the stiffened teat with his tongue while his lips pulled it further into his mouth. 

While Kenny's tongue lapped wildly at his aunt's nipples his hands groped and pawed at her bottom. Barb moaned into Kenny's wet hair as his hands clumsily felt their way along her ass cheeks, coming tantalizingly close to her puckered asshole and stopping what felt like miles away from her dripping wet pussy. Her soft firm flesh felt wonderful in his hands, its firm texture gently kneaded to his plying fingers. Quickly Kenny realized why his dad seemed forever fascinated with his aunt's bottom.

Barb pushed Kenny's head back from breasts, now covered in saliva and a little sore from Kenny's attention. "I can't wait any longer," Barb whispered to her young lover in a throaty voice. A quick tug on the string of her bottoms released them to join her top swirling in the waters of the hot tub. Kenny's eyes quickly fell over Barb's body to the trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. Barb's pussy lips gleamed from her musty secretions. Her lips stood swollen from her heated arousal.

Barb pulled Kenny by the hand over to the edge and made him sit down. His hard cock jutted obscenely from between his legs. The head was swollen to an almost painful size and even in the dim light had a purplish tint. The thick veins that ran the entire length of his shaft stood out in solid definition.

Barb's hand reached into the pocket of her housecoat that laid crumpled next to Kenny.

"What's that?" Kenny asked.

"It's a condom," Barb said, "I always insist on one."

"But ... but, I'm clean," Kenny stammered, "aren't you?"

"I am," Barb said matter-of-factly. "It's not for that though. Do you really want a two-headed baby with your aunt as its mother?"

"Not really," Kenny said. He audibly gulped.

"Good, now lay back," Barb said. With one fluid motion, borne from much practice, Barb had the condom out of its wrapper and rolled over Kenny's manhood in no time.

"Now take a deep breath," Barb said. Using one hand as a guide and the other to steady herself Barb eased herself onto his prick. She moaned a little too loudly for her comfort as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt his swollen tip push into her and her pussy walls rubbed against his veins.

Steadying her own breathing Barb began to raise and lower herself on Kenny's dick. Much to her own surprise Barb kept from screaming out in pleasure from this wonderful fucking. Barb placed both her hands on either side of Kenny and leaned over him. She focussed her attention as she ground her pussy onto Kenny's cock and swiveled her hips in a circular motion to feel every inch and contour of him in her pussy.

"Aunt Barb," Kenny said through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Kenny."

"Aunt Barb, your tits look so hot hanging over me like that," Kenny said.

Barb was a little surprised to hear that from Kenny's mouth. When those words left his mouth they shot a jolt of excitement through her body. Her pussy felt like it was on fire now.

Kenny gripped her hips tightly with his hands. Barb also felt Kenny begin to move his hips and attempt to thrust into her. Feeling this Barb slowed her movements down and leaned down closer to her nephew.

"You like the way my tits look?" she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Kenny shook his head. Barb could see that look on his face – the look of someone about to come. She was surprised he'd lasted this long but figured the earlier blowjob had something to do with it. 

"Go ahead Kenny, look at your auntie's tits while you fuck me," Barb said.

She could sense Kenny's rapidly approaching orgasm. Barb reached down and started to stroke her swollen clit to hasten her own. Barb moaned when her fingers brushed against her skin as waves of pleasure joined the ones already pulsing through her pussy. 

"That's it Kenny, fuck me harder. Make me feel like a naughty girl, Kenny."

The dirty talk pouring from his aunt's mouth spurred him on, driving him closer to the brink. He closed his eyes and concentrated fully on the feelings – the sensation of his aunt's tight pussy contracting and gripping his cock, the squelch of her juices as he plowed into her, the warmth of her thighs on his hips, the weight of her body against his and the slick feeling of sweat between the two and finally her voice uttering all those deliciously obscene words.

"Open your eyes Kenny," Barb commanded. "Fuck me faster, I know you can do it. Fuck your auntie's cunt." Barb hated that word but it felt so right and so dirty to say it then.

Kenny grunted and put more effort behind his thrusts. To Barb's surprise and pleasure he started to make the strokes longer and harder, finally getting a comfortable rhythm going that heightened her pleasure and made the fingers rubbing her clit almost unnecessary.

"That's a good boy. Fuck my cunt until you come. I want you looking at your favorite auntie's titties when you shoot your load," Barb said. This last line came out haltingly between Barb's panting breath and tiny, controlled moans.

Right then Kenny let out a loud moan. His hands gripped Barb's waist tighter and he locked his gaze with his aunt's. Barb lowered herself fully onto his cock as she felt the first strong spasm from his cock. Kenny's pulsing cock tripped Barb's own orgasm. Staring into Kenny's eyes her body shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm rippled in her pussy. She could feel her juices seep from her sopping pussy and coat her and Kenny's thighs. Kenny's condom held as Barb felt each wonderful throb of Kenny's dick without the familiar warmth of hot come.

After what seemed like an eternity Kenny began to breathe again, although it was more like shallow panting than breathing. Barb smiled at him and kissed him. Kenny returned the kiss with exhausted passion.

"It's getting late. We'd better get inside before your parents miss us," Barb said. She got off Kenny and gathered up her bikini and wrapped the pink housecoat around herself.

With the hot tub closed up, Barb and Kenny were careful not to bump anything and to avoid all the squeaky joints on the floor as they climbed the stairs. Once in the hallway by Kenny's door they were relieved to find his parent's lights off and his father gently snoring. They weren't going to be caught.

Kenny looked down the darkened hallway to reassure himself. Kenny tugged on the front of Barb's housecoat belt until it fell open. Kenny reached around and squeezed Barb's bare bottom with a more confident grasp than he'd managed earlier. "Come into my room with me," Kenny whispered.

Barb leaned into Kenny. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her warm naked skin. "I'd love to, but if I do we'll really be pushing our luck. I promise I'll find a way to make it up to you before I have to leave. Don't forget this whole evening is our little secret, right," Barb stroked the side of Kenny's face and gave him a quick kiss before she disappeared into her room.

Kenny slept most of the next morning away. Before he realized it; it was nearly noon. Kenny dragged himself down the steps to find his mom in the kitchen cleaning up the morning's dishes.

"Good morning sleepy head," Carol said.

"Hi mom. Sorry I slept so late I'm just really tired," Kenny said.

"I can imagine. You weren't in bed when I finally turned out my lights," she replied.

"Where's Aunt Barb?" Kenny asked.

"She got a call from her office. The business trip she was to go on after she left here got moved up three days. So now her and her three other partners are all scrambling to fly into Atlanta so they can have the presentation that's due on Thursday ready by Monday afternoon. I asked her if she wanted to say bye before she left but she insisted you had a long night and that she'd talk to you later on," Carol said.

A wave of panic, fear and guilt swept through Kenny. 'She left because of me,' his mind screamed. 'She's sorry about what happened and she used this excuse so she didn't have to look me in the eye. That's why she didn't want to come in my room, she was already feeling sorry,' he thought.

"Are you okay? You look really sick," Carol asked.

"I'm fine," Kenny said, "I'm just really tired."

"Go back to sleep for a little more then," Carol said.

Kenny rushed back up to his room. He hoped and wished his aunt wrote an e-mail explaining why she left so abruptly and without even saying goodbye. His hands quivered while the inbox took a maddeningly long time to open up. His eyes scanned the new messages for one from his aunt. To his surprise there was one; its title simply read: "Sorry."

Kenny clicked on the message. He expected to read to read that last night was a mistake and it would be better if they didn't talk for a while and that he should put what happened out of his head.

Kenny swallowed and fought back tears. He couldn't stand the thought of not seeing his aunt, and not just because of the previous night.

"Dear Kenny," he read in a hushed voice.

"Sorry to rush off this morning. I'm sure your mom told you about my meeting being moved up. Right now I'm in the airport waiting for my flight. I only have a few minutes. Let me just say last night was fun; I don't regret a bit. I can imagine what you are thinking now so please put those thoughts out of your head. There is so much more to do and I'd hoped the last few day of my trip we could've done some of that. Now that you're 18 I'm sure you'll be very busy – but keep a week in August open for me. Tell your mom I invited you out for a visit before school starts up. Keep me in your thoughts and fantasies. Love, Aunt Barb."

Kenny looked at the calendar next to his computer, nearly three months until then. Would he be able to make it? He didn't think so.

"PS. Check your nightstand drawer. I left you a present."

Kenny pulled open the drawer. Lying neatly on top of his own underwear were the lacey black panties Barb wore when she showed her tattoo to him. Kenny picked them up feeling the silky smooth material between his fingers. His cock jumped to life, throbbing in his pants, urging to be released and jacked off.

"Those three months just got a lot easier to bear," Kenny said.



Our Little Secret



After finishing my tennis practice for the day, I waited, as I usually did, for the girls swim team to clear out of the showers. As who I thought was the last girl exited the showers, I undressed and headed in to rinse myself off. When I entered I noticed that there was still someone showering. I recognized her from school she had always seemed shy to me, never talking much to anyone. Her pale skin shimmered under the florescent lights that hang from the ceiling. Each droplet splashed off her breasts only to fall onto them again. She had always worn modest clothing that covered most of her body. I wondered why, after seeing her body in its entirety. I realized how beautiful she was, her every feature was nearly perfect. I suddenly found myself attracted to her, a feeling I had never had for a girl before. 

As she lathered from her legs to her chest, she slowly scoped the room with her eyes; she must not have noticed me in the doorway. Her hand paused as she slowly began massaging herself. She rolled her head back and quietly moaned, I felt the blood rushing to my pussy... I was drenched. I began rubbing myself in synchronization with her motions, suppressing my desire to wail, so I wouldn't alert her of my presence. I watched as she dug her fingers in deeper and moaned even louder. I did the same, doubling my effort by biting my lip to keep from screaming. She must have noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She jumped up and quickly removed her hand.

"Sorry... I did not realize anyone else was here," she said, breathing heavily.

"I didn't mean to startle you" I assured her.

As she glanced toward me again she realized that I had succumb to the same temptation she had. Her eyes studied my hand as my fingers continued. She then looked up, her eyes meeting mine; she must have seen my desire. She began walking toward me, before I realized what was happening she had already pulled me into the shower and pressed her tender lips to mine. I suddenly lost control of my hands; I caressed her soft butt and luscious breasts. I stroked her hot pussy with my fingers; they had a mind of their own, not only wondering wherever they pleased, but pleasing wherever they wondered. Her lips migrated away from my mouth and onto my breasts, she licked gently on my nipples, I whimpered with delight. She then kneeled before me, her hands cupping my ass to draw me in closer to her. I felt her hot breath as her tongue exited through her lips and entered through mine. My whimpers abruptly turned to a load groan as her tongue deepened into me. One hand stayed pressed against my butt as the fingers on her other hand massaged my clit. My head rolled back, I was overcome with heat and my entire body began to shake. A sudden chill passed by me as cum began gushing into her mouth and onto her face. I rolled my head forward and saw the huge smile that adorned her face.

I lifted her and pulled her into the locker room, there I laid her upon a bench and brushed my tongue against her neck. I placed my hand on her warm and wet pussy, and inserted two fingers. I softly kissed and licked her skin as my tongue headed for its ultimate destination, her erect clitoris. When it arrived there, she loudly squealed, making me even more excited. Overcome with my desire to bring her to orgasm, my fingers moved even more rapidly making her body rock back and forth with my movements. Her breathing grew heavier and she grunted with every insertion of my fingers. Her every muscle began to tighten as I continued pleasuring her with all my resources. I felt her pussy throb on my lips as she bared down upon me. Her whole body vibrated and she screamed in orgasmic delight, startling me for a moment. I raised up and kissed her once more, we were both struggling to catch our breath, our hands still resting upon each other's breasts.

We had just gotten our cloths back on when a woman came in to clean. The realization of what had just occurred suddenly came to me.

"Listen... I've never..." I whispered.

"Me neither" she interrupted

"Just... don't say..."

"It's our little secret..." she reassured me as she once more pressed her warm lips to mine. "Next week?" she asked

"Tomorrow" I replied "you can sleep over" She nodded in agreement as I jotted my number and address onto her hand... "It's.... Our little secret!"



Our Little Secret



[The following story is completely false, none of the events took place. It is my first erotica story, so feedback would be appreciated]

*

My 39-year-old uncle and I had started getting closer over the past few years. I grew up living in the same town as him, but never really visited him much. After him and my aunt got divorced, him and I started to talk more, and tease each other. I used to crack jokes to him, and flip him off while I drove by. He'd laugh it off, and flip me off too. I craved his attention, I was jealous if he talked to one of my other siblings. I wanted him to show me attention, and only me. We used to wrestle around all the time. I'd threaten to kick his ass, and he would tell me to bring it on, so I'd put up my fists and pretend to fight with him. I must admit, I always did enjoy his strong arms wrapped around me, pinning me to the ground. I was the one who decided to take the relationship to the next level, I fantasized about him often. 

I started by going to his house to go swimming, usually wearing a skimpy bikini. Eventually moving up to daily visits to his house. We'd go for a ride, and go back to his house and have a beer and watch some TV. I always made sure to wear low-cut shirts, and a short skirt so he could see my long, firm legs. I'd tease him by bending over in front of him, after I had "accidentally" dropped something on the floor. I could feel his eyes burning a second hole in my ass. I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him, but I didn't know if he would act on it. He'd always sit away from me, I'd invitingly sit on the couch, but he always chose the chair over sitting next to me. I'd look up into his eyes, begging him to come near me.

I had finally made the decision one day, that I was going to get him to make a move on me, no matter what. I wasn't confident it would happen, but I knew he wanted me. I was irresistible, I was a succubus. I woke up early and got in the shower, and shaved every part of my body. I took care to smell nice, sprayed some expensive perfume on myself, fixed my hair to look full and put on a dab of make-up. Nothing too extreme, just some mascara to bring out my eyelashes and some lip gloss. I got online to see if he was there. I messaged him and talked about how bored I was. He offered to take me for a ride, so I agreed. I immediately drove over to his house, and met him outside. We got in his car and started driving. We usually went the most scenic routes, didn't talk much. We admired the view, the beautiful mountains and autumn trees. I looked at him with lust, I knew he could feel my eyes on him, because I saw a nervous twitch in his leg. 

When we got back to his house, I got out of the car and he invited me inside for a beer. I gladly agreed, obviously. We went inside and I stripped off my jacket and sat on the couch. He brought me a beer and we started talking. We started the conversation as usual, talking about family matters and things like this. I talked about my ex-boyfriends, and he talked about the many women he had been with. I started to get more adventurous and sparked a conversation about sex. I told him I am a very sexual person, and talked about how my ex-boyfriend had loved the things I had done for him. I told him about my famous hand-job, and how he would roll over with pleasure when I made him cum. He seemed a bit uneasy, but I didn't give up. He knew I was a young vixen, he just didn't want to admit it. Things started heating up as I was making every excuse possible to touch him. I would hold my hand up to his, to see the difference in size. He was a big man, strong arms and a belly from drinking too much beer. His hands were so masculine, so every time I touched them I felt like such a woman. I would make fun of him and tell him he had fat fingers.

He started to get nervous and was standing up, and pacing around the room. I'd kick at his feet and he'd start to tickle me. He sat on my lap and tickled my rib cage, I felt his hand brush against my breast. My nipples rose, but he pretended to not notice. He was trying to make it innocent, I knew it wasn't. He held my head and gave me a long kiss on the forehead and went to the kitchen. He was asking if I wanted anything to drink. I politely declined at everything he had to offer, until he suggested giving me some whiskey. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen to get some. I took a big sip from the bottle, and it burned as it went down. We stayed in the kitchen as he straightened up. I kept moving towards him, trying my best to act nonchalant. I could see him getting nervous, but I was persistent. I pushed towards him, until finally he stood in front of me, and hugged me like he never had before. He put his hands on my waist and caressed them, looked me deep in the eyes and smiled, then kissed me forehead.

"Fuck." I thought. I wanted him to kiss my lips, not my forehead. I didn't want to be his niece anymore, I wanted to become his lover. He walked away from me and I followed him. He turned around and looked at me, he grabbed my waist and pulled my into him, looked me in the eyes, and finally gave me a long kiss on the lips. He let go immediately, and went to the bathroom with a slight laugh. I walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch. He came into the room moments later, and sat down in another chair.

"Kissing my 18-year-old niece on the lips, God, I am bad." He said.

We talked about it, and he asked what I wanted. I made my intention clear, and told him nobody can ever find out. He came and sat next to me on the couch and wrapped his arms around my small waist and started kissing me. I was caressing the back of his head as he pressed his body into mine. I moved his hand from my waist to my breast and he let out a long breath and he felt my full breast with passion. He pulled my shirt down to expose my hard nipple, and he leaned down to suck it. We stood up, and went to the kitchen, where we couldn't be easily seen from the window. I pushed my back against the wall and pulled him into me, kissing him and feeling his hard cock pressed into me through my jeans. I moved to his neck and bit it slightly, he let out another long breath and I went back to his lips and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. He unbuttoned my pants and put his hand inside my panties to feel my dripping pussy. He played around my clit with his strong, manly hands. I took my hand and began to feel his massive cock through his jeans. 

He I took down his pants and got to my knees and took his hard dick into my mouth, using my tongue on the tip to tease him. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock hard down my throat and thrusted into my mouth. I massaged his balls with one hand and held the shaft of his cock in my other. I sucked and teased his cock with my tongue, and pushed it to the deepest part of my throat. He pulled me up and looked me in the eyes, with his hands on my head. My uncle gave me a long, sweet kiss, and then ripped off my jeans and put his hands on my bare ass cheeks. He picked me up by my ass and pushed my back tight against the wall. I wrapped my hands around his neck and threw my head back in pleasure as his hard cock thrusted inside me. He fucked me hard, pushing me into the wall and then ripping his cock out, it made my clit ache with pleasure. I begged him to fuck me harder and his lips moved across my chest and neck. He put me down and pushed me into the bar, with my ass facing towards him, and bent me over. He pulled my hair as he lunged his cock deep inside my pussy. I let out a whimper as he groaned in pleasure. 

He continued to fuck me as I was begging him to fuck harder. I felt a build-up coming inside my stomach, and my clit was tingling. This was exactly what I had wanted. I moaned out loudly, and shouted "Ohhhh I'm cumming.... Don't stop... Fuck me harder, fuck me, FUCK ME!" He cooperated and pushed himself deep inside me, and I could feel his pulsating cock hit my G-spot as I moaned out in a high pitched voice. He started to moan loudly and he clenched tight around my hips, I felt his fingers dig in as he pushed himself inside hard. I felt an explosion of warm magma fill me up and he softly pushed himself in, moaning in an exhausted tone. He laid his head on my back, the tip of his dick still inside me. I felt it twitch as semen ran out of me and flowed down my leg.

"Uncle," I said. "Don't ever tell anyone." "Don't worry," He replied. "It's our little secret."



Our Little Secret



The club was lit by candlelight for this special night. The unveiling of a new submissive for a trained master was indeed something to celebrate. The audience files in, gathering in chairs around the table she awaits silently on. Many throw a whistle or two her way and still she says nothing. Not a twitch on her face, nor a movement of arms, nothing. She has clearly been very well trained. Her long blonde hair has been pulled back by a leather band, with only a few curled tendrils left free. 

She's kneeling on the floor, awaiting her master. Hands placed in front of her, head bowed, the silver of her collar catching the light slightly. Wearing only a leather corset, thong, and heels, she hears him approaching. Shifting ever so slightly, eyes closed, she feels his hand upon her face, turning her upward. 

Her mind is reeling; sure, this is a lifestyle she choose to follow- but she never dreamt it would lead her to a stage at a club, putting on a show, as she was now. Tonight was the first of many, her Master had reminded her. If she failed tonight, this lifestyle would be put on the back burner. If she succeeded...Well, then she'd be here nightly for a good long while. The thought of it made her tingle with excitement. There was a downside; The possibility of people she knew finding her out. Mostly she just shrugged it off; almost everyone she knew was so vanilla in the world; The only way they'd find her is if they happened to be lost in the city. The fear of it, though, added to the excitement of performing. 

With a sharp pull of her hair, she's on her feet in those wretched heels. "My Pet," he says, pulling her close to him. "Have you been a good girl for me?" 

She nods, knowing not to speak directly. It's all part of the act; and she'll have plenty of time to be defiant later. 

"Good good..." He says, lightly stroking her face. His finger reaches her lips; instincts kick in and she kisses it slightly, trying to suck him into her mouth, the way she knew he liked. 

"Ah, ah, my pet." He whispers, pulling his hand away. "Tonight you will be on display. I will show off to the world my obedient toy. Show them exactly how well I've trained you. Perhaps we'll show them HOW I trained you." 

She smiles and nods. Her master places her wrists in shackles and cuffs them together. She is then lifted into the air. 

This is the first time she'd ever been in the air. Practice had always meant PRACTICE and she'd stayed out of the shackles until tonight. And now, here she was, dangling a good foot off of the stage, trying not to let the fear show in her face. She just grinned. From this angle, she could make out the faces of the audience and was pleased to see a full house. The seats closest to the table were completely full, and for a moment she was lost in the euphoric sensation of knowing that these people- Male, Female, Young, Old- were all there to see HER submit to Him. 

That sensation carried her for a few moments. Until something- or, rather, someone- caught her eye in the audience. The man sat close to the table, relaxing in one of the chairs. His eyes locked on hers, smiling to let her know that he knew exactly who she was. 

Her Master walked up behind her, holding a brand new cat o' nine tails. She locked eyes with the man as her Master cut the air with the whip, slicing into her skin softly. The first blow knocked a moan out of her, and her body twisted as she spun slightly. Master let the whip fly across her toned ass, back, arms, and legs, each slice causing her to moan out louder. 

Her eyes drifted shut, enjoying each flick of the whip across her skin. She gasped when the air laid still, and the coolness filled in the red marks along her skin. As the air drifted across her skin, her eyes flew back open and she realized the man was gone. 

She pushed it out of her mind, and went on with the act. The audience loved everything her Master gave her; loved how she submitted so flawlessly, how one moment she was feisty and defiant, and the next she'd completely given herself over to him. 

The night was a hit. In the dressing rooms, she put on her normal street clothes. Everyone bid good-bye to "Kelly" as she was known to them. No one under the roof that night had known her true identity- except for the man who by chance had seen her. 

She began the walk out to her car, taking slow steps in the cold weather. The marks on her skin would fade soon, but for now, she wanted to fully enjoy them. Unlocking the car, she sat down softly, and began the drive home. It was nearing four in the morning and she was wide awake. 

Sleep could wait, she thought, going to her computer and logging on. For now, I want to know his reaction. 

Before she could even type out the email, an IM popped up. From him. 

Her heart skipped a beat as she read: Great performance, "Kelly". Any chance you'd like to give me a live show? 

Her fingers shook with excitement. Of course, she typed. Just name the day, the time, the place. 

The messenger blinked with his response. Tonight. Right now. My place. How much? 

For you, my dear, she replied, your price is to tell no one. This is our little secret.



Our Little Secret



My parents always said that when my 18th birthday came, I'd have to move out of the house. Growing up, I'd gotten into a lot of trouble and they put up with it because they were my mother and father. Eighteen meant I was a legal adult. My job didn't pay enough for me to live out on my own so I talked my Aunt Cassie into letting me move in. Uncle Jack wasn't exactly happy about this, but it was that or the streets, and he understood.

I'm sure my Aunt Sandra would have let me come and stay there. Since her husband Barry died, she's been pretty lonely but I've always had a strange attraction to Cassie. I've always loved blonde's and her large breast certainly got my attention. She didn't look her age, which was amazing, considering she smoked constantly, but she did run and go to the gym. I figured at least by living with her, I could be around her.

Around age fourteen I discovered I had a smoking fetish and whenever my aunt was around, I'd have an erection. Like I said, she smokes constantly so I'd frequently be visiting the bathroom to masturbate to thoughts of her puffing on her cigarette. soft lips sucking on the filter tip, taking in the smoke.

Each day went by very smoothly. It was a relief to no longer be living at home. There weren't any rules and I had plenty of privacy. Uncle Jack was gone most of the time, busting his ass at the office. Aunt Cassie spent a lot of time out with her friends so there was a lot of alone time. My curiosity drove me into rifling through her clothes, seeing what kind of things she wore. My uncle was very lucky to have a woman who wore all kinds of sexy negligee. There were drawers of satin, silk, leather, and latex. There were corsets, gloves, and a drawer full of panties. Sometimes I'd imagine her masturbating as she smoked her Marlboro menthol 100 cigarette while I rubbed her panties on the tip of my dick. It usually ended with me splattering her panties with semen. I'd hide them in my room until I had time to wash them and put them back. She never said a word, so I'm assuming she never noticed. There were so many pairs that it would be hard for her to, I suppose. 

I'd never thought anything would ever happen between us, since we were related, but near the end of October, it did. Trick or treating was being done a few days before since Halloween fell on a Tuesday. I'd been working so much that I figured I'd just relax and stay home, watch Aunt Cassie hand out candy. To my surprise, she walked out with the candy bowl in hand dressed in a black leather corset that tied up in the front with a matching skirt and boots. The leather gloves wrapped tightly around her arm and went up near her shoulder.

"Wow auntie, you look great. I didn't know you still dressed up for Halloween."

"May be getting older but I've always loved dressing up, holiday or not. It just gives me a reason. Judging by the way you are looking at me, you like my sexy vampire outfit."

"I was wondering what you were. Ah, okay, I see the fangs now. Yeah, you look great."

For nearly three hours, kids lined up in droves to get a butterfinger or crunch bar. It seemed every time she sat down, the door bell rang again. A few older boys even hit on her, one grabbing her left breast before running off.

"Want me to chase them down?"

"No. That's okay. I actually don't mind the attention. It's nice to be reminded that you are still attractive to the younger men."

"I'm sure you get hit on all of the time. The outfit certainly helps. Guys love a girl in tight leather."

She laughed, "That is true. Your uncle use to jump me whenever I'd wear rubber or leather. Lately, he's been so busy with work and what not."

We sat silently for several minutes as she sipped at her wine and lit up a cigarette. Maybe it was a coincidence, but the wine was red. The way the light glistened on the leather and how she held the cigarette to her lips got me erect pretty fast. I was trying not to stare but it became very difficult. She was staring off, rubbing the leather tip of her thumb over the bottom of the cigarette.

"I know that you are staring, Steven."

"I'm sorry, I, I, couldn't help it."

"I also know about the panties. One day when I was cleaning I found my purple satin ones beneath your bed, stained with cum."

"I'm so sorry Aunt Cassie, I'll buy you new ones. I'm...I'm just really sorry, I..."

"It's okay. To be honest, I've known about your attraction to me for many years. I was actually very turned on when I found the panties."

Shock came over me, "Really?!"

She inhaled deeply and let the smoke flow gently out of her ruby red lips, "Yes, really. I've always thought you were a handsome kid but since I'm your aunt it seemed wrong. Maybe it's the lack of sex lately but since you've started living here, I've wanted to act on my urges. How often do you masturbate into my panties? Do you imagine me?"

"Whenever nobody is home I grab a pair, sometimes it's your stockings. Yes I do."

"Didn't know about the stockings. What do you imagine?"

"Most of the time I imagine you smoking while masturbating or while you blow me."

She dropped down onto her knees and leaned towards my groin. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled my 7 inch member out.

"You are bigger than Jack."

I watched closely, stunned, as she lifted the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with her teeth, bringing the flame up to the tip. Smoke filled the air.

"So you imagined it like this?"

Cassie leaned forward with her open mouth; my cock was engulfed by smoke. Her hand moved down my shaft slowly as she inhaled deeply, letting another cloud form around my thick cock.

"Just like that."

"Good. I want you to remember this. Every time you jerk that big cock of yours into my panties, think of this and cream all over them."

Her tongue swirled around my head as her leather gloved hand smoothly ran along my balls. Saliva dripped down to the base as she took most of me into her throat, stopping near the end to prevent herself from gagging too much.

"So, you said guys like a girl in leather. Is my nephew one of them?"

"Oh yes, I love leather."

"I'm going to make your fantasies come true. You are going to fuck me in my leather while I smoke this cigarette. Would you like to fuck your aunt's hot cunt?"

"More than anything."

A devilish grin came over her face as she leaned over the chair, ass in air, revealing no panties under the black skirt, just a hairless vagina.

"Come over here. I want that big prick in me. Give it to me good."

I couldn't believe this was happening. My aunt was bent over in a sexy leather outfit with a cigarette dangling from her lips and she wanted me to fuck her. As I got closer, I could smell her and it was intoxicating. I leaned down and stuck my tongue in her, it was sweet and soaking wet.

"Oh god yes. Stick your finger in my ass hole."

I couldn't believe what I had heard but I did just that. My finger slid into her tight hole as my tongue penetrated her wet snatch. She grinded her pussy into my face, covering me with her juices. The sweet taste covered my tongue.

"Fuck, I can't take this, put that fucking dick in me. Now!"

She begged me and it wouldn't take any convincing. I ran the head along her wet slit, feeling it glide over her opening before popping it in. There was an intense moment of ecstacy when every inch pushed in and was surrounded by her hot juices. It felt so good and unlike anything I'd imagined.

"Come on, fuck me hard. Grab my tits."

I leaned closer, driving all the way in, as I reached my hands around and grasped onto her large breasts. They were soft around my hands as I squeezed and rubbed them. She pulled most of me out but the head before pushing every single inch back in. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, occasionally smacking her ass. It shook as my movements grew faster. My eyes were still focusing on her face as the cigarette dangled.

"Goddamn, you fuck me so good. Fuck."

Her fingers moved towards her clitoris, moving rhythmically over it causing screams of pleasure. At one point my movements were too quick and my cock popped out. Before I could put it back in she stopped me.

"Stick it in my ass. I haven't been fucked in the ass in so long."

It was my first anal experience and it always excited me to see anal porn. The palm of her hand was covered in her saliva as she smeared it across her tight little hole. My head pushed in slowly, stretching it out. The screaming and moaning got even louder when I started pounding her ass. This hole was much tighter than the pussy so the friction was driving me closer to orgasm faster.

"Yeah, pound my dirty ass hole. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Without even thinking about it, I started fucking her even harder, stretching her hole out. Her body shook.

"Shit, I'm cumming. Fuck."

It took everything in me to not cum. My pace had to be slowed down so I could make this last longer. It was hard as she moaned loudly and her ass hole tightened up.

"Come here Steven. I know you are almost there. I want it all over my tits."

I withdrew from her and she turned over onto her back.

"Put that big hot cock between my tits. Fuck my breasts."

She pulled me by the cock, directing me downward towards her. Cassie pressed her soft boobs together around me. I set my hand on the floor for leverage and started thrusting.

"Mm, cum all over my tits. Cum on your auntie's big breast. I want your cream!"

She was licking her lips wildly, begging for me to orgasm and it was more than I could take. It was a fantasy come true and it was too much for me to handle. An intense orgasm came over me as shot after shot of semen spurted from my head. It ran down her neck and was splattered across her nipples.

"Good boy."

My aunt milked my cock, drops of semen dripped down onto her leather corset.

"That was really great Aunt Cassie. Thanks"

"Thank you. I really needed that as well. Go clean up, your uncle will be home in a bit. This is our little secret."

I washed up and the whole thing replayed in my head over and over. It was an amazing experience and I hope it will happen again.



Our Little Secret



*Daddy taking advantage of his 18 year old virgin daughter as she sleeps. This is intended as a roleplay between consenting adults.*

As her heavy lashes flutter and her breath softly slows, she cradles deep within her Daddy's arms, the picture of peace. Gently he holds her, rocking her to sleep as he traces her fair features with his thick fingers. He runs them along her perfectly pouted mouth, starting first at the gentle dip of her cupid's bow and over the plump silky rouge of her upper lip, lingering, just for a moment, at the moist parting between her lips before his fingers continue on their errant way. Up and over a second mound of luscious red flesh, he softly caresses her pale cheek that gives way into her smooth and graceful neck. His fingers lace themselves through her long, dark hair. He tugs at it in schoolyard fashion and relishes in its softness as it passes through his fingers. She looks so peaceful lying beneath him, so yielding, so innocent.

Three buttons lay open down the front of her nightgown. His hand slowly finds them, slipping beneath their feeble defences he fondles the tender flesh below. Soft heaps of forbidden bosom topped off with little pink nipples, like cherries, that stand to attention as he rolls them crudely between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching and pulling he feels the desire to take what is his build with in him. 

Gently he unbuttons her gown. His desire growing with every inch of flesh that is revealed. His heart rate quickens, his hands shake, he knows he must stop himself, but chooses to let himself go. She is lying there all pink and pale and fresh, so unaware of the bizarre scene she is apart of. He caresses her skin, rubs her small rounded belly as he thinks of filling it with his seed. His hands trail off, massaging her inner thighs, dangerously close to the warm sweetness he so desires. 

Finally he reaches out for the forbidden fruit that lays between her loins and traces the line that runs from north to south between her legs. Lips as smooth as the ones on her face, but twice as sweet. His fingers explore her sleeping cunt, probing the soft folds between her legs. He finds her clit and gently circles it, pressing harder as it grows. He slips his finger lower, sliding carefully into her. Dipping one finger, two fingers, three fingers inside. He moans as her warmth and wetness coat those wayward fingers. He brings the sweet nectar to his lips and breaths in the smell of his treachery before hungrily licking it from his fingers.

She stirs as he mounts her, feels the carnal beast that is the joy of taboo arrest him. She does not quite know what is happening or who he is. She feels the forcefulness of his body and hears the need in his voice. "Be good and spread your legs for Daddy baby girl." His body presses hard into hers involuntarily spreading her legs. She realises what is happening to her and arches her back in protest. She pushes and pulls at him, but this only makes him more forceful. He strokes her hair and hushes her. His power is gentle but firm and unrelenting. He reaches down between her legs presses himself to her. He feels the fruits of his earlier labours as his cock parts her lips and slowly enters her pussy, so soaking wet from his earlier teasing.

She cries his name as he enters her, "Daddy!" The perverseness of it spurs him on. He pushes deeper inside his baby girl, feels her tight pussy all around him. He strokes her with his cock to silence her fears. Gently rocking her now as he had earlier. She clings onto him in desperation. Desperate to feel some sense of security, protection, peace. He holds her tight and tells her he loves her, that he will always take care of her, but that he will always be stronger then her, in body and in mind. She spreads her legs wider and he slips deeper in and out of her, there is something about the power he has over her that ignites her soul. She knows it is wrong, but the guilt will find her later. Right now all she wants is to take care of her Daddy as well as he takes care of her.



She lies back now and lets her head rest in his trespassing hands. Those hands that tempt and tease and violate her. She feels her body give in to his demands, it betrays her. She pushes her hips up to meet his. Deep, long strokes of his cock that penetrate her to her very core. She meets them with passion, a dark longing that he awakens in her. Their passions collide and he fucks her hard, throwing her body around like a rag doll. She whimpers and cries, moans and wails. He slaps her hard and growls, "Whine for Daddy."

They twist and claw and feverishly fuck one another with the pent up forbidden carnality that lay dormant inside them for so long. He feels release beckon and knows that the pinnacle of all those years of longing will soon be upon him. He looks deep into her blue eyes and commands her to cum. He pushes her over the edge and holds her their, her pussy contracts around his cock, embracing it as his own orgasm builds. He grits his teeth, stares into her eyes and drives in deep, releasing a flood inside her he cums harder then he every has before. It fills her till she overflows and cum leaks down the crack of her ass pooling beneath her shaking body. He lays above her panting, stroking her, abating her worries and fears. He scoops her up and kisses her. "Our little secret," he whispers.

"Our little secret," she agrees and kisses him deep. Guilt mixed with relief mixed with satisfaction fills her. She smiles at the power he has over her. She longs to serve him again, but promises to hide her submission away until he gives her the key. She locks what happened away inside her until he brings it out again. Her heavy lashes flutter and her breath softly slows, she cradles deep within her Daddy's arms, the picture of peace.