0 comments/ 64654 views/ 6 favorites Don't Cry By: MyMichele I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my math homework. I had been looking at the same page for what seemed like hours, and still nothing was making sense. I hoped my roommate, Sarah, would come home soon so she could help me. Sarah always knew her math. As soon as I thought of Sarah, the familiar warm feeling came over me again. I didn’t understand why I had these funny feelings in my stomach when I thought of Sarah lately, but it wasn’t unpleasant or anything, just strange. So I usually shrugged them off and went about my business. When I heard Sarah turn the knob in their small two-bedroom apartment, I ran into the front room to ask Sarah to come and help me when she had a chance. When I saw tears streaming down Sarah’s face, I stopped short. “Sarah! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sarah collapsed on the sofa in front of the TV and sobbed, “No, I’m not okay! I just went over to Ryan’s house to surprise him because it’s our 6-month anniversary, and some skanky whore was blowing him! Right in front of me!” She sobbed some more, and I ran to get her some tissues. I knew Ryan was an asshole, but Sarah seemed to like him a lot, so I never told her what I thought. I figured Sarah was old enough to figure that out on her own. “Oh, Sarah. I’m so sorry! Ryan isn’t good enough for you, you know that,” I cooed, trying to say anything to make her feel better. She just kept sobbing. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get in your pajamas,” I said, rubbing Sarah’s back. “I’ll come in your room in a few minutes and we can talk more, okay? It’ll make you feel better.” She nodded and obediently left the room. A few minutes later, I heard the reassuring sounds of the shower. When I knew Sarah was out and ready for me to come in, I softly knocked on her door. “Come in, Jillian,” Sarah said miserably. I came in and sat next to Sarah on the bed. I put my arm around her and said, “Talk. I’ll listen. Just let it all out.” She sobbed and talked in broken sentences. I nodded, tried my best to say reassuring things, gave her some wisdom, and just provided her a shoulder to cry on. My math homework was forgotten. “Thank you, Jillian.. thank you for being here for me,” she said, blowing her nose. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and said, “Don’t worry, Sarah. That’s what I’m here for.” My stomach got that weird familiar feeling in it when she looked up at me with her dark green eyes, looking like she needed me more than ever. I just wanted to hold her all night, and I didn’t want anyone to ever hurt her again. For the first time that night, I took a long look at her. Fresh from her shower, she was wearing her trademark bedtime outfit: tight fitting t-shirt and bikini underwear. She was curvy, not model thin, and not for the first time I noticed how achingly beautiful she was. Her long curly black hair settled on her shoulders, framing her round, lovely face. She was so gorgeous, and as I gazed upon her long legs, curvy round stomach, and large tender breasts, I knew what that feeling inside me was: lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. She looked up at me, and I knew she was watching me check her out. I looked away, embarrassed. When I looked back, she was smiling. I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head and my lips met hers. I could feel the shocking electricity flow through me as she kissed my lips; a soft gentle kiss unlike any I have ever felt before. It was amazing, and I wanted more, but I didn’t want to scare her. We looked at each other for what seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds. Finally, she said, “That was nice.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. I stroked her hair, and she started running her fingers lightly over my bare legs. I could feel myself getting wet, and although I had never been with a female before, there was nothing more I wanted right now than to feel her lips on mine again. “You don’t need Ryan,” I whispered in her ear. I licked her earlobe softly, and I heard her moan. I looked in her eyes again, and then we kissed again. I could feel her soft tears and I knew she was crying again, and I resolved to make her feel better. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as we explored a lust that was unknown to both of us. We both lay down on the bed and faced each other, and got as close to each other as our bodies would allow. We put our arms around each other and just kissed, just taking each other in, being with each other and loving every second that our lips met. We didn’t let our hands wander at first, because we wanted to feel each other’s lips. I felt like I was taking advantage of her, and that’s why I didn’t let my hands explore. I sat up and said, “I don’t know if this is right, Sarah. You just got out of a relationship.. I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” She brought me back down and kissed me hard, biting my lip a little. “Don’t worry about that, Jillian. I think I’ve wanted this for a long time.” After that, we were more comfortable with each other. I started rubbing her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, and she kept stroking my inner thighs, kissing my lips and my neck. The only sound in the tiny apartment was the sounds of our moans. I was in absolute ecstasy, and I never wanted it to end. I took her shirt off and quickly attached my lips to her hard red nipple. She let out a loud moan and I could feel her shiver with lust. I sucked her nipple and bit it slightly, consuming it like it was the only food I would ever eat again. She writhed with pleasure as her fingers continued their dance on my inner thigh. She brushed the soft fabric of my underwear, and I tried to control myself. I almost had an orgasm with her soft touch, and I wanted to save it until I could feel the hot touch of her fingertips on my clitoris. I didn’t have to wait long. As I was playing with her nipples, sucking one and rolling the other with my fingertips, she stuck her fingers inside my underwear and felt the wet hot flesh that was waiting for her. I gasped, unprepared for such total pleasure. I saw her smile. She whispered, “Lay on your belly. I want to make you feel good.” I obeyed, wondering what she had in store for me. She got behind me and played with my clit with one hand while playing with my nipple with the other. I couldn’t help it.. I came. Hot fluid dripped down my thigh, and I sighed with relief. “If you think that was good..” she whispered. She took her hand off my breast and stuck her fingers inside of me. She tweaked my clit while she pumped away at my g-spot, in and out, in and out. I screamed in pleasure, biting the pillow and arching my back in total and complete orgasmic bliss. After I had come again, I got up and pushed her back on the bed. I ripped her panties off and looked lustfully at her shaved pussy. It was dripping wet, and very inviting. I ran one finger up and down her slick clit, watching the expression on her face. I knew Ryan was a distant thought as she felt the electric pulses flow through her body from my touch. I stuck two fingers inside her and I bent down and licked her thigh. I slowly worked my way up until I got to her wet, pink awaiting pussy. I licked it slowly, not sure what to do since it was my first time. I knew I was doing it right when she grabbed the sheets and moaned achingly. I flicked my tongue as fast as possible, licking her up and down, making long strides and making sure she got as much pleasure as possible. I pumped her with my fingers, and I knew her impending orgasm would come soon. I was right. She came all over my face, and after I wiped it off, I lay next to her on the bed and gave her a long, lingering kiss while I played with her nipples. “I don’t know why it took me so long to understand,” I whispered to her. “But don’t worry. You’re mine now. Ryan can’t ever hurt you again." Don't Cry Emma Her sister, Debbie, was twelve when she was born. A change of life baby, Emma was a complete surprise to her parents who thought they were beyond their child baring years, Debbie having already been born late in their life. She was loved by everyone though, including her older sister who took care of her almost as much as their mother did. Five years later Debbie became pregnant at age 16 by a boy who had no interest in being a father and vanished the moment Debbie told him she was expecting his child. Being a teenage mother is never easy but Debbie refused to consider the alternative and against her parents wishes 9 months later her son, Tyler, was born. Though her parents had encouraged Debbie to think of her own future and end the pregnancy they were instantly won over at the sight of their grandchild and he became the new family darling. Even Emma was instantly smitten with the baby, the closest thing to a younger sibling she'd ever have. Debbie lived with them while she finished high school. They already had Emma, it wasn't that much harder having Tyler home all day and truthfully they adored him. Debbie graduated high school and had moved on to her first semester of college, working nights to help support her and Tyler as well as pay for school. Their family was comfortable but the expenses of a baby as well as tuition were heavy and though her parents helped as they could she wasn't going to sit around and let them carry the full burden. Then tragedy struck, as it always seems to do when things seem to be working out. Her parents were on their way home from the grocery store, Emma and Tyler strapped securely into the back seat of their car, when they were hit by a drunk driver. Their father died instantly, their mother two days later in the hospital. Emma and Tyler walked away with a few cuts and scratches and Debbie was left a young single mother of both her son, and now her little sister. Thankfully she was old enough to be made the legal guardian of Emma and her parents had made smart decisions and invested their money well for their retirement, which they were not far from, and had a safety net to leave behind for their children. Not to mention life insurance claims that paid out quite handsomely. It was a struggle but Debbie managed to put aside her own heartache aside and stepped up to the plate, taking care of both children as well as continuing to work and go to school, as best she could. Life wasn't necessarily easy but they made it work and were a loving family, however small and broken. Debbie worked tirelessly and managed to graduate from college and start to build a career. Tyler and Emma grew up, Emma living at home when it was finally time for her to go to college so she could be close to her family. She was in her second year of college when Debbie met a man, a man that didn't care that she had a high school aged son and had her little sister living at home with her. He understood Debbie came with family and he embraced them all and they, in turn, welcomed him into their family and home. They married and when Emma was in her final year of college Debbie gave birth to a little girl she named Mariana after their mother. Emma and Tyler remained close in spite of their five year age difference. They talked about everything, including her boyfriends and his girlfriends and their sex lives. As an older woman she tried to give Tyler some insight into the feminine mind and prepare him for the kind of games that girls would be playing with him. She'd been rather popular throughout high school and was just as popular in college, so she knew a thing or two about the dating game. As a result he seemed to be doing quite well with the ladies and it never ceased to amaze her, the stories he told her about what he'd done with the girls he dated. Emma had begun dating one boy at college very seriously around the time Mariana was born, Jacob Chalmers, a smart, charming, suave, rich boy who managed to sweep her right off of her feet. Though she didn't come from the kind of money he did her voluptuous 5'4 figure, long auburn hair, and hazel eyes had certainly made up for any lack of family money. He couldn't resist her and he made sure she couldn't resist him. They married right out of college, her hard earned degree in international studies put on a shelf as she took on the full time job as the Wife of Jacob Chalmers. The wedding was lavish and expensive, the only real part she'd had any hand in arranging was the presence of her family. Tyler looked miserable. He didn't like Jacob, thought he was a slimy bastard who only wanted Emma as the lovely trophy wife to look good on his arm. He was right, of course, but she was a young bride awash in the first bloom of what she thought was real love and wouldn't listen to reason. She moved out of her families smaller but happy home and into Jacob's large, and very cold, manor. She did her best to be a good wife but she grew bored easily just attending to Jacob's social demands for her with little else to occupy her time and she spent a lot of time at her sisters house. In spite of their difference in opinion on what Emma's role was, their sex life was good, very good, and she enjoyed Jacob's lovemaking regularly. It didn't take long at all for her to become pregnant and 9 months later she gave birth to her own daughter, Grace, named for her mothers middle name. Life wasn't perfect but it was good and Debbie and Emma enjoyed sharing motherhood with one another, their daughters, almost 2 years apart in age, sharing much of their time together. Then, as if Fate were not quite done toying with their family, another tragedy rocked them all to their foundation. While walking to their car after a romantic dinner, Debbie and her husband were accosted in the parking lot, an armed assailant shooting them both and taking everything of value on them. Emma had been with Tyler watching Mariana and Grace, the police arriving just before midnight to tell them what had happened. Apparently the assailant had tried to take Debbie with him, intending to steal the car and her sister, but she'd fought like a maniac, knowing if he took her she was as good as dead anyway. He'd shot her husband before her eyes then shot her. Once again death had claimed the loving base of their family, once again children were left orphaned and alone. Just as her parents had done for Debbie when she'd become pregnant, and just as Debbie had done for her when their parents had died, Emma would now have to take responsibility for Tyler and Mariana, raising her as their own so the state wouldn't take them away. In one fell swoop she'd lost her second mother, her sister and closest female friend, and she was now the mother of three, rather than one. Jacob was furious when she brought it up to him, refusing to take responsibility for her niece and nephew, stating it wasn't their problem. This time, however, she would not be moved so when he laid down the ultimatum that their marriage was over if she accepted custody of Tyler and Mariana she calmly turned and left his study, packed her and Grace up, and left, all without him ever realizing it. A week later divorce papers were delivered to his door. She would give up the right to alimony or any of his assets as long as she was given sole custody and child support. It was over more quickly than it had begun. Emma moved back into the house she'd grown up in, now the one solely responsible for the family that resided within it. Mariana and Grace were easy, they were too young to understand what was going on, but Tyler was another matter. Anger and sorrow warred for equal footing within him and she could see his unspent rage at the man that had killed his parents. He'd been caught but that wasn't enough for Tyler. He was nearing the age of 18, in his final year of high school, a high school wrestler who'd recently taken up MMA on the side. He was tall, athletically built, and devastating to the female population of his high school. A fact that Emma could not help but notice. They'd always been close and now was no different. In fact she began relying on him more and more without realizing it, Tyler slowly taking on the role of Man of the House, acting as surrogate father not only to his little sister, Mariana, but to his cousin, Grace, as well. Debbie had been wise, educated by her own parents death, and had an iron clad will as well as a hefty life insurance policy, so he didn't need to worry about getting a job to support the family but the support he offered was so much more valuable. Tucking in little girls and reading bed time stories meant more than any paycheck he would have brought home. He did his best to be there for Emma as well, the looks of longing that followed her around the kitchen as she cooked, or the way he would hold her a little tighter or a little longer each night as she hugged him before bed, were completely lost on Emma who seemed completely oblivious to him as a man. Or so he thought. He still talked to her about his girlfriends, open and even more blunt than before, going into great detail about the things he would do to them under the premiss of asking her advice on his approach. He was trying to get a rise out of her, to remind her that he was a man, a sexual being, and right there for the taking, and it worked. Emma found herself growing wet when he would tell her one of his stories, her thighs pressing together to try to dull the ache deep inside her. His physical appeal, shaggy dark brown hair and clear blue eyes to top off his fit frame, were not lost on her either and she caught herself eying him from beneath her lashes, picturing herself as the girl in his stories. She knew it was wrong, he was her nephew and younger too, but she figured harmless fantasies were fine as long as she didn't act on them. Both remained unaware of the thoughts of the other and Tyler graduated high school, ready to attend college in the fall while living at home as Emma had done. It was a week after graduation and the night of his eighteenth birthday when everything changed yet again. She'd made a big family dinner, the two little girls still too young to really grasp what was going on, but it was a family event nonetheless, no one getting left out. She'd worked for hours on all of his favorite dishes, wanting to spoil him rotten on his special night. She was so proud of him, so thankful for him, and she wanted to show him what he meant to her, even if she couldn't tell him how she really felt. She didn't truly understand what she felt for that matter. He'd made arrangements to go out after dinner with his friends so it was with some reluctance that he stood from the table at the honk outside and kissed his three best girls, as he affectionately called them, good bye before heading out for a night of male teenaged debauchery. Waving from the front door she closed it once he was out of sight and sighed. She was still young, only 23, but she hadn't felt it recently. She knew now what Debbie had felt, being a mother so young, responsible for an entire family at such a young age, and she'd been even younger and more unprepared than Emma had been. A whole new respect for her sister emerged and she was again overcome with grief at her loss, at the lost chance to tell her sister thank you for all she had done. Of course she'd been grateful, she had adored her sister, but now she understood all Debbie had sacrificed for them. Doing her best to shake off the melancholic thoughts she set herself to the task of putting Mariana and Grace to bed. That in itself was a feat but it was eventually accomplished and both little hellions were soon slumbering peacefully in their beds. Changing out of the nicer clothing she'd worn earlier she pulled on a pair of cut off sweat pant shorts and a half tank top. Didn't need to be glamorous to clean the kitchen. Clearing dinner away the left overs were packed into the fridge and she set herself to the mountain of dishes left behind. She didn't mind though, it'd been worth it to see Tyler's face when he'd come into the dining room. He'd looked happy, genuinely happy, and that wasn't a look she saw on his face too often these days. Debbie would be so proud of him if she were here to see this, his step father as well. He'd grown into such a handsome young man, responsible, caring, and sexier than a nephew had a right to be. He was the type of man all mothers hoped their sons would grow to be and as she thought about how Debbie was missing it the tears slowly began to slide silently down her nose. She ignored them, focusing instead on the dishes, but the dam had opened and the rest of what she kept bottled up came rushing to the fore. Eventually her thoughts turned to Jacob and how he had so easily cast her out of his life. She hadn't let herself cry for him then, she'd been too furious and had the children to think about, but now, alone, she cried for his callousness. For the little girl who would never know her father because she highly doubted Jacob would bother with Grace. Word had it he was already engaged again and would no doubt soon have replacement children as well. If she were honest with herself though, she didn't truly miss him so much as the companionship being in a relationship offered, not to mention the sex. She hadn't bothered with men since the divorce, preferring to focus on her family for the time being, but she missed sex, and yes, she cried for that loss too. Realizing how ridiculous she was being she swiped her hand across her cheek, brushing the tears away, but they refused to stop coming. It was time for her own personal catharsis and once begun it wouldn't stop until she'd let it all out. Stacking the final dish on the side board she washed her hands and was rinsing them free of the soap when two strong arms came around her from behind, sliding around her waist to pull her back against a strong male body. Tensing in alarm she struggled until she realized it was Tyler, his head lowering over her shoulder to allow his cheek to press to hers, his arms holding her tightly against him in a way he never had before. "Why are you crying, Em? Please don't cry...I can't stand to see your tears," he whispered, the sexy rumble of his voice causing a shiver to dance down her spine. "T..Ty...what are you doing here? I thought you were going out with your friends?" Her voice sounded breathy even to her own ears and she squeezed her eyes shut, the last of the moisture escaping to zig zag down her cheeks. Good, yes, let him think it was the crying that had her sounding like a bad imitation of Marilyn Monroe and not the fact that his arms were around her and his lips were just barely caressing her cheek. "I did...but I got bored really fast. I didn't want to spend my birthday with them. I wanted to spend it with you. And I get home to see you crying....why, Em?" His arms tightened as he spoke, pressing more firmly against her back until she could feel the bulge in his pants nestled securely in the cleft of her ass. God, he was turned on? The knowledge sent a little thrill through her and she could already feel herself growing wet, her ass pressing back against him ever so slightly as though it had a mind of its own, the soft hitch of his breath his only acknowledgment of her actions. "Um...just thinking about your mother....yes. Your mother. My sister. You are my nephew. Ty...Tyler you shouldn't be holding me this way." Not even she thought she sounded convincing as her body made no attempt to pull out of the circle of his arms. It just felt too good to be held against him, to have a male body pressed to hers, and the fact that it was Tyler only made it that much better. She realized then she had feelings for him no Aunt should ever have for her Nephew. They'd grown up together, shared their deepest secrets with one another, and slowly but surely he'd insinuated himself as the man in her life over the last several months. She could see it now and could see that she had subconsciously welcomed it. "Don't cry, Emma. I miss her too. She'd want us to be there for each other...she'd want us to comfort each other," he whispered. Each word became more seductive, encased in velvet that stroked her senses and robbed her of her reason. It was wrong, all of this was so very wrong. He was her nephew, however close in age they were, and she was responsible for his well being. This was abuse, according to the majority of the world, yet when he tightened his arms around her, wrapping them around her waist beneath her breasts, she couldn't stop the way her ass pressed back against him. The warmth of his hard cock could be felt even through the jeans and sweat shorts between them and she shifted until it lay nestled in the cleft of her ass. "Not like this Tyler...she wouldn't want this," she said, her words barely more than a moan as she tried one last time to restore reason to this situation yet still she couldn't find the will power to pull away and he knew it, could sense that she was losing the battle. She wanted him, if he'd had any doubt about that before he could sense her desire now, and he had always wanted her from the time he was old enough to understand what sex and women were. She'd been his dream girl from the beginning and no amount of fucking other girls had slaked his hunger for her. He would never have wished these circumstances or the pain it had caused their family, but he wasn't going to step aside now...not when he was so close to getting what he wanted. When she nestled her ass against his cock he moaned softly against his neck, taking her actions as a sign that even if her mind hadn't realized this was right, her body had, and his arms shifted, hands pressing to her stomach before sliding up her body and beneath the half tank top she wore. He didn't rush but rather let his fingers slowly caress her skin, giving her a chance to say no if she truly wished it. For all his desire he wouldn't force her, he wanted her wet and wanting, not resisting. He heard no protests though and easing his hands a bit higher he cupped her breasts in his warm grip. He heard her gasp, felt the shudder that caused her to tremble against him, and he smiled. Pressing more firmly against her ass he trapped her against the sink, thumbs and forefingers teasing at her already hard nipples until he heard her moan. "I want this Em....more importantly, you want this. That's all that matters, not what anyone else thinks. If you truly don't want me, tell me right now, and I will stop what I'm doing and never touch you like this again." Now was her chance, she could just say the word and it would all come to an end, no harm no foul. But she couldn't...no matter how she tried she couldn't make the words pass her lips though they parted several times as if preparing to do so. Tears filled her eyes at her weakness, at the knowledge that she desired her nephew enough to allow them to engage in the most taboo of sexual acts. With a soft moan of surrender she arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts into his palms as her ass pressed back to rub sensually against the proof of his own desire. He knew it the moment he had her, the moment her beautiful eyes filled with unshed tears and she moaned, the sound representing nothing short of victory to him. Her body arched and he groaned as her ass ground back into his cock. She had no fucking idea what she did to him so he decided it was high time he showed her. Pushing her shirt up over her firm breasts he knew to be a small double D from doing the laundry he palmed her tits, rolling them gently in his grip, teasing her hard nipples against his palm, his hips pressing forward to grind into her ass. She felt so good, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. Sliding his hands down over her skin from her breasts he caught his fingers in the waist line of her sweat shorts and pushed them down over her hips so forcefully they slid completely to her ankles leaving her bare from the shoulders down, her bunched up shirt her only remaining clothing. His eyes devoured her bare skin, the sight of her pressed against the sink, naked, slightly bent forward, her ass presented to him, causing his cock to throb so badly he thought it would burst through the denim confining it. Don't Cry Emma "Fuck, Em...you're so beautiful," he moaned, his hands caressing over her bare skin, sliding over the perfectly round curves of her ass before caressing down her thighs and over her abdomen. His left hand splayed over her flesh, passing teasingly down over her pelvis until his hand could ease between her thighs. A gasp caught in her throat as his fingers slid over the lips of her slit, god she was already so wet, the lips of her pussy swollen with need. His fingertips found her clit and her moan sounded almost like a sob of pure need as her knees nearly gave out on her. Never had Jacob played her body like this and she had always thought their sex life was wonderful. But now, here, in the kitchen with her 18 year old nephew behind her toying with her pussy she was hotter and wetter than she'd ever been. She needed his cock, not just anyone, but him...she knew he was the man she'd always wanted but had never let herself dream of having. His free hand moved between them and she heard the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered and moaned with raw need. "Please Ty..." she whimpered and that was all the encouragement he needed. Pushing his jeans down to his thighs his cock sprang free from the confines of his pants, hard and bobbing in front of her bare ass. He wasn't porn star huge or anything but he was well enough endowed at 8 inches to make sure he pleased the girls he'd been with. Easing her gently forward with his left hand his right hand took hold of his cock and guided it between her thighs, his right foot gently kicking her feet further apart so that her legs were spread for him. The head of his cock slid along the lips of her slit and she moaned, her body shivering in anticipation as he teased her wet cunt. Coating his length in her moisture he eased his hips back and found her opening, the head of his cock pressing into her slowly. Forcing herself to relax she trembled in anticipation, waiting for him to push fully inside of her and when she felt his hands grip her hips she whimpered gently, knowing what was about to come. God she felt good. For a woman who had just had a baby a year before she was still tight enough to clench around the head of his cock. He could see her trembling and he smiled, his male ego enjoying the moment even if he didn't want her to be nervous with him. He'd intended to ease slowly into her, to let her experience every inch of his thick length filling her, but he couldn't seem to make himself wait. The moment her sheathe encased the head of his cock he knew he had to be inside her, and fast. Gripping her hips he jerked her body back into him, his cock sliding hard and deep into her pussy and he was rewarded when she cried out loudly in response. He wanted to go slow..but he couldn't. She wouldn't let him. He realized quickly enough when she began backing her ass into him, forcing his cock harder and deeper into her, that she wasn't looking for lovemaking, she was looking to be fucked. He was more than willing to give her everything she needed and gripping her hips he began to thrust his hips, pumping his cock into her tight pussy fast and deep. Lowering his head he watched as his cock, glistening with proof of her own arousal, slid into her cunt and he couldn't stop his own moans from joining her's. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink as she leaned forward until her breasts were hanging over the still damp wash basin of the sink, swaying with every forceful thrust. She couldn't believe this was happening but any protests she might have had were long gone as she began rolling her hips back against him, rotating her ass until she seemed to be dancing back onto his cock, her pussy tightening to milk his length every time he slid into her. "Oh my god Ty....your cock feels so good baby." The words tumbled from her lips without thought, without hesitation, her words nearly drowned out by the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass. Her skin was turning a bright shade of pink from the sensual impact of their bodies and the wet sound of his cock filling her only made her moan louder. His hands tightened on her hips as she spoke and he groaned in response to her words. How many nights had he dreamed of hearing her talk to him like that, like he was a man...her man. Her lover. In his heart he had always belonged to her and he was determined to show her how much he wanted her. Easing his right hand around the curve of her hip he slid his hand between her thighs and again parted the lips of her slit, his fingers easing into her until he found her clit. She gasped as he touched the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hips jerking back against him in response. "Mmm...you like that, Em? C'mon..back that ass into my cock." She heard his words but couldn't manage to form a response as he began rubbing her clit, his cock slamming into her cunt over and over, forcing her harder against the counter. Her lips parted on a series of moans that never stopped and she rose up onto her tip toes, lifting her ass into the air to take more of his cock until the head began to bump against her cervix. It had been so long since she'd had sex and Tyler was fucking her like she'd never been taken before. She knew it wouldn't be long before he made her cum and she tried to tell him to slow down but he wouldn't listen. "Ty...s...slow down...I'm...gonna cum...." Every word was a sultry whimper, her pussy clenching on his cock as his fingers massaged the sensitive flesh of her clit. Hearing her words he grinned. "That's right...cum on my cock baby," his moaned words inflamed her as his left hand left her hip to slide around her waist. His arm tightened around her and he used his grip to pull her back against him, forcing her cunt down onto his cock as he pinched her clit, grinding himself into her as if he wanted to imprint himself on her body. Within moments she was cumming, her body writhing frantically in his grip as she threw her head back, lips parting on a wanton scream as her pussy tightened almost painfully around his cock. Thrusting deep into her he pressed against her, grinding his cock into her as his fingers worked her clit for every drop of her orgasm. Her hands clenched the sink, her hips jerking back against him as her legs nearly gave out from the force of it, his arm around her waist the only thing holding her up. When he was sure he'd wrung every last bit of her orgasm from her he moved his hands back to her hips and gripping them tightly began to thrust again, his moans growing louder as he raced towards his own release. Her pussy still throbbed around his cock and it wasn't long before his hands were tightening, his hips thrusting his cock deep into he gave in to his own release. He'd wanted her for so long that when he finally came rope after thick rope of cum splashed against her cervix, filling her pussy as his shout filled the kitchen. Neither was sure how much time passed but eventually he let his cock slide from her pussy and sliding his hands up her body drew her up from where she still leaned wantonly over the sink and turned her to face him. Gazing down at her face he smiled gently, his arms going around her as he drew her close to him, his words cutting off any words of regret over what they'd just done before she had a chance to voice them. "I love you Em...I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I'll never stop loving you." He leaned down then and kissed her, his lips brushing lightly over her's in a feather light caress that sent shivers down her spine. He'd anticipated her guilt once the heat of passion had subsided and had stopped it in its tracks. When his lips caressed her's she knew she was in love with him too and, for good or bad, she wanted to be with him. "I love you too, Ty." It was all she got out before he grinned and scooped her up in her arms. Squealing in surprise her arms locked around his neck, protests forming on her lips which he quickly brushed aside as he began to carry her towards her bedroom. "It's my birthday Em...and I'm not nearly done with you yet." Don't Cum Yet Another part of Spankings and more. As always hope you enjoy. Again comments and feedback are always appreciated. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (10 min/mp3) * * * * *