0 comments/ 33965 views/ 2 favorites Duncan and Erin Ch. 01 By: DirtyDirtyDaddy The log house, simple in it's rustic beauty, sat nestled in a secluded patch of woods at the end of a long and somewhat winding private drive. Wood smoke trickled from the stone chimney, adding the scent of burning birch and conifer to the slightly bittersweet tang of the crisp autumn air. Duncan sat on the top step of the porch leaning back against one of the stone covered columns supporting the roof. Eyes closed, face upturned toward the sun he smiled as he scratched absently at the neck scruff of the burley little dog beside him. Despite the warmth beaming down on him, he could feel the seasonal chill on the tip of his nose and in his fingers. He took another sip of hot cider from the large ceramic mug in his hand and patted the dog atop his head before standing. As he stretched, he heard faint splashing sounds from the other side of the house. Again he smiled, this time a trace of the devil in the curve of his lips and raised brow. The little dog trotted behind him back into the house, stopping to curl up next to the fireplace as his master continued on to the charming and well-appointed kitchen. The man pulled from the cabinet another large ceramic mug, this one covered in a faux stone wear finish with hand-painted chickadees on both sides. He sat it softly on the countertop and stealthily slinked across the room to brush back the frilly curtain just enough to peak out onto the back deck. He loved to watch Erin, for him there was serenity and sex in her every move. The water in large wooden tub nearing the top, she began to remove her long, plush robe slowly. He wondered if she knew he was watching or if his mind was slowing her motions down, allowing him to drink in each newly exposed inch of soft, milky skin. His pulse quickened just a bit, his breathing changed and tingle shot from the base of his spine up into his neck causing him to involuntarily wriggle his shoulders slightly. Only her shoulders and the top of her breast were yet exposed. As the robe moved further down, she stopped a moment. He was sure he saw a fleeting glimpse of a tiny grin. She had to know. Didn't she? Again, the material began to fall away finally exposing large, pillowy breasts other men would give much to nuzzle but that were, by her permission, his and his alone. At least as far as men were concerned. The autumn air instantly perked her rosy nipples and there was a twinge in his loins as the flesh of his cheeks darkened to their own shade of red. The robe stopped once more as she slowly reached up and cupped her own breasts for a moment, then tweaked her nipples between thumb and forefinger, giving herself an internal twinge of her own. The front of the garment, barely held together by the loosely tied belt, slid further down and stopped with just a hint of sandy blonde pubic hair peeking out. She turned away from him to face the large diamond willow framed chair beside the tub, his eyes traced down from the hair messily piled and pinned on top of her head, down her neck, down her pale back to the tops of her wide, round hips and top of her plump backside. She untied the belt and let the garment fall free of one arm, at last revealing the fullness of her ample buttocks and invitingly fleshy thighs. She leaned forward to drop the robe on the chair, bending at the waist...bending much further than necessary and holding the pose longer than needed to simply place the robe. His heart and breath picked up the pace another step and an intoxicating warmth began to spread from his crotch down his thighs and up into his stomach as his manhood started to come more fully awake. Now fully exposed, gooseflesh covered nearly every inch of her perfectly buxom body and deciding she'd put on enough of a show, she quickly but carefully climbed into the tub's steaming waters. Her extremities prickled as the hot water embraced her and forced the cold out of them. She sank into the tub up to her chin with a contented sigh and closed her eyes. Opening them, she drank in the blazing yellow and orange sunbathed panorama of their deck view. Sitting forward she rubbed her tired feet and legs, she hugged herself and rubbed her arms briskly. As her hands crossed back across her body they stopped again at her breasts, cupping then caressing them, fingertips teasing circles around her nipples. There's no way he could be seeing this, she did it for herself. One hand popped up, breaking the surface and just as quickly retreating after grabbing a bar of soap. She rubbed the soap over her shoulders and down over her chest, again enjoying the feel of her own touch. The soap slid down and all around her stomach, down one leg and then the other, then up the inside of her thigh. She teased herself, coming close then sliding away from her crotch a few times before finally brushing firmly against her womanhood and up to lather her pubic hair. The soap floated away from her hand but she continued to rub ever lower, pressing her fingers firmly against her concealed clitoris in a slow circular motion. Slowly, more slowly than she wanted to, but rushing pleasure, for another or oneself, is often less pleasurable in the end. Her legs spread wide, she worked her hand lower while maintaining the circular motion until her hand came to cup her crotch and she trading the circular motion for an up and down one. Slowly, up and down, the heel of her hand keeping added pressure on her clitoris. It was her turn for a quickening pulse and shallow breathing. Four flat fingers sliding back and forth against the lips of her pussy became three...and then two...and then one. The lips opened slightly like the petals of a flower and wrapped slightly up around her finger, which she kept flat and moving in the same slow up and down motion. Pulling her hand further up she exposed her clit and lightly toyed with it as she ground her hips a bit in reaction to the sensation. Her hand moved down again, her finger pressing down, rubbing over her clitoris then plowing into the fleshy folds of her slit. This time she didn't hold herself back for long, maintaining this action only briefly before bit by bit inserting a finger inside herself. In...and out...she worked her finger, her thumb applying occasional pressure to her clit. Gradually faster, her hips beginning to gyrate a bit more, the warmth of her pleasure outstripping the warmth of the steaming water. She closed her eyes and a long, deep sigh escaped her throat punctuated by the tiniest hint of a moan. Suddenly, a large, strong hand slid down into the water over her right shoulder, across her chest and came to rest above her left breast. It was cold against her tender flesh but quickly warmed in the water. Only slightly startled, she scarcely missed a beat in her in-and-out rhythm. One hand in the tub, the other wrapped around the handles of both mugs he crouched behind her at the edge of the tub. He leaned in and nuzzled her left ear, partially traced it's outer edge with his tongue then buried his face in her neck. He breathed deep the softly sweet and earthy aroma that was her then planted a series of tiny kisses down her neck and down onto her shoulder. With her free hand she pulled his down onto her breast. He rubbed it then gently squeezed it, she signaled her approval to the way he played delicately with the nipple by easing her head back and pressing it against his neck and shoulder. Then she reached up and back with both wet hands and turned her head, pulling him down to kiss him firmly on the lips. He pulled his head back to look at her then went in for another, deeper kiss. He handed her the chickadee mug and set his own on the chair before beginning to tug off his shirt. "Did you know I was watching you," he asked, smirking knowingly, and kicked off his shoes. "Well," she began, then created a teasing pause by taking a lingering sip of cider and flashing her seductive eyes at him over the mug, "I was hoping." She smiled the infectious smile that he could never stop himself from mirroring. In one swift move he stripped off his pants and briefs together and quickly escaped the biting chill by slipping into the tub facing his love. The tub was long and wide enough for him to put his legs out along the edges, his feet against the outside of her hips as she sat cross legged. They each held their mugs with both hands, sipping their contents, smiling at each other and tossing playful glances from opposite ends of the tub. "Y'know," he started with a grin, "you didn't have to stop on my account." "Perv!" "And that's why you love me." "Says who?" They smiled and clasped hands, fingers intertwined, and leaned forward to meet in a kiss. He suddenly snaked his hands under her knees and pulled her to him, she squealed and laughed. The water sloshed wildly, erupting up between them when he snaked one hand around to the small of her back and suddenly drew her body to his. The sensation of their water-slicked skin sliding off each other, her soft curves pressing into him, was instantly intoxicating. She was in his lap, her legs around his waist. Her hands went up to she sides of his face, drawing his mouth to hers. Their lips pressed together, long and steady at first followed by smaller playful kisses. His hands gently gripped her fleshy hips and pulled her tightly to him. Her hands slid back from his face to firmly grasp handfuls of his long, thick hair. Again their lips met firmly then parted slightly, his tongue swept out, licking across her upper lip. Her tongue darted out to meet his. The intensity of their passion began to grow...lips mashed together, wet tongues sliding over each other, her hands gripping his hair more tightly, his large hands each now gripping a handful of her luscious backside. They slowly began to writhe against each other, kissing more and more wildly. A tightness grew in his loins and his manhood began to rise. She yanked his head back hard, pulling his hair just enough to bring the hint of pain. She kissed his neck, then bit it. He groaned as she began sucking at the flesh of his throat and his cock strained to its full hardness. He pulled his head free of her hands and buried his face in the nape of her neck, kissing and sucking her delicate skin. His beard tickled her. She moaned and pushed herself against him, a light, airy moan left her mouth. The sound of it kicked it's spurs into his excitement. His hands slid further under her plentiful ass and he lifted her up so he could kiss down her neck, along her collar bone and down to the sweet tender flesh between her glorious breasts. The cold air kissed her wet skin, but she scarcely noticed. She wrapped her arms around his head, enveloping him in her flesh. His tongue drifted onto her left breast tracing lazy circles around the nipple without touching it. Several times he would let it meander so close, and she would tense in expectation, then his tongue would wander away. She liked to be teased...to a point. The tip of his tongue flicked over her stiff nipple just barely grazing it and suddenly his mouth was at her other breast, where he again taunted and teased with the promise of taking her nipple into his mouth. Suddenly he did. His lips formed a circle around the nipple, he sucked only hard enough to draw it into his mouth where he pressed against it firmly with the flat of his tongue. Rolling it, massaging it with the rippling muscle in his mouth, sucking at lightly. Her head rolled back and she inhaled slowly and deeply, exhilarated. With one hand she reached up to pinch and tweak her other nipple, rolling it between her fingers. He kissed his way from one side to the other, she moved her hand to allow the welcome sensation of his skilled mouth enveloping her other pert nipple. He carried on for some time, one side and then the other...sucking, licking, teasing, flicking with his tongue. The more she enjoyed it the greater his intent to keep going. Pleasing her was his drug and he was greedy for it. Once again she pulled his head back by the hair but more gently this time, he looked up at her, his lips still suckling her rosy flesh not wanting to let go. She looked at him dreamily and smiled, she was lost somewhere within herself between gentle euphoria and raw lust. She insisted and he relented, tipping his head back so she could kiss him. They pulled each other close again, kissing wildly, she ran her hands over his neck and back. He suddenly shifted his hands from holding her up to caressing her back and she slid down his body and all the way back into the tub. Suddenly they both froze as the tip of his rigid cock found it's own way into the welcoming folds of her eager pussy. It was a sensation like no other and he lacked the words should he be required to describe it. "Not yet," he smiled, wanting to prolong things as long as possible. She looked deep into his eyes and one slow, agonizingly wonderful millimeter at a time she pushed herself onto him and he was helpless to stop her. He was inside her as far as their position would allow. She wriggled a bit and ground herself into him, wanting absolutely as much of her man inside her as she could get. Enveloped in her wet, silken warmth, the well trained muscles of her heavenly sheath milking his hard cock as she clung to him all but motionless, she was in control. His mind told him to stop but every primal, unconscious instinct set his hips gyrating. But very, very slowly...fighting for control of his own body. Her mouth next to his ear she emitted a long, low, whispered "yeeessssss" as she started to move to match his impossibly slow mini thrusts into her aching sex. While he fought for self-control she insistently sought to rob him of it. Her undulations remained slow of pace but tight grinding was slowly evolving into longer thrusts. There was a shudder in the light moan that he emitted as he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Sliding back and forth on her man's cock she exhibited great control of her urgency as well as her body. Through some effort, she managed to maintain the glacial pace of her pelvic movements and use the velvet walls of her pussy contract more tightly around his shaft on each inward stroke. She knew his wish to stop had nothing to do with lack of desire. Whether in bed or across the breakfast table his gaze always conveyed his passion for her. Family gatherings were always "interesting" when a long look from him across the yard let her know he wanted her and sent a trickle of musky wetness trickling from her womanhood. No, he had always desired her and, if anything, that seemed only to increase with age and time. She knew he wanted to stop so that he could see to her needs first, a thought that made her want to ravish him even more fiercely. Suddenly, he regained his senses and in one swift move he pulled her up off his manhood. The abruptness of his movement and the loss of him from inside her brought a deep gasp. He had won this round in their ongoing game to see which of them could bring more pleasure to the other. Only barely. He forcefully spun her around and seated her between his legs. He drew her to him, his still hard cock sliding against her back as it was pressed between them. His left hand slid across her ribs and around to her stomach, his right ran over her shoulder and down between her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck, his nose tickled by the loose strands of hair that had fallen free of her haphazard "up-do". His large, strong hands roamed enthusiastically over her soft familiar curves caressing her beautiful breasts and squeezing playfully at the flesh of her slight belly. He was a little old fashioned in that he had great appreciation for a soft, squeezable woman...hard bodies and silicon curves were well down his list of preferences. He kissed around her neck and up to her left ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth then lightly biting at it, pulling on it with his teeth. Her reaction let him know she appreciated his mouth on her, though she couldn't help but tingle at the knowledge that those skilled lips and tongue would soon be elsewhere. They would soon be in the place his left hand was easing toward. She turned her head toward him, reaching back to pull his lips to hers in an aggressive mashing of lips. His fingers plowed through her thick thatch of pubic hair, lingering a moment before sliding further down where they applied a gentle pressure to her concealed clit. He rubbed the inside of her thigh, the back of his hand desperately close to her pink pussy lips. As he ran a finger up and down her slit with a touch so tender, she said, "Do it. I want your fingers inside me," he stayed silent and continued his torturous teasing. She grabbed his wrist and tried to force his hand against her eager slit. "Please," she insisted, "I need you to--" He pressed his lips against her and thrust his tongue into her mouth...but still his touch on her womanhood remained feather-light and taunting. He repositioned his right arm so it too went around her side and both hands were now in her lap. He applied slight pressure to either side of her opening, moving her hot flesh up and down. Then slowly he moved his hands in an outward direction and her lips parted. When he still did not move to massage the inside of her, her own hand started toward doing the job. He grabbed her wrist, perhaps a little harder than intended, and pulled her hand away. But any pain he might have accidentally caused was immediately forgiven when he suddenly plunged two fingers into her. She rolled her hips, fucking his fingers, and pressed her body back against him. She turned her head back to put her mouth near his ear, moist, warm breaths carrying words of excitement and encouragement. "yeesss, baby....that feels soooo nice." As his other hand began rubbing little circles over her still covered clit, she moaned approval and reached back to clutch two fistfuls of his long hair. She wriggled her backside against him, intentionally pressing back against his dick. With a mischievous smile, he used his index and ring fingers to pull back the hood of flesh to give his middle finger direct access to her extremely sensitive clit. She bucked and shuddered when he first wiggled his fingertip against her little pink button. He worked the fingers inside her faster, resting the flat of his other finger directly on her exposed clit applying pressure but little movement. He was intent on giving her the first orgasm of the day. Stroking and rubbing, fingers in and out, nibbling at her neck, grinding his member against her, breathing heavily into her ear...she was getting close. "You're going to cum for me, Erin." It was a statement, not a question. All of a sudden, she was the one not in any hurry. "No...not yet, baby...slow down..." He intensified his efforts and her words became even more breathy as she gulped in air. "No, Duncan...not yet...don't... don't make me...cum... yet...no..." He pressed himself against her, drove his finger as fast and deep into her as he could and rubbed his other finger rapidly back and forth against her nub. She bucked against his probing hands, thrashing her head back against his shoulder. "Oh! Oh! FUCK, baby! Unh! Yes! YES! Make me cum, Duncan! Make me--" She interrupted herself with the moaning wails of orgasm. Her sex exploded inwardly sending blissful waves of orgasmic fury coursing to every part of her body. After a few moments of this blissful eternity she sighed deeply, her body deflated back into his arms as she exhaled. "Mmmmm...god, Duncan," she mumbled dreamily. He wrapped his arms around his woman and she sank back into the familiar comfort of his body. They gazed in awe at the view, a deep red and purple sky complimenting the fiery foliage. She reached back and stroked his beard and he hugged her firmly, one arm around her midsection and the other around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head, she turned and kissed his arm in response. As her senses returned, she was aware again of his cock, still semi-hard, against the back of her. Sitting up, she turned sideways, resting on one hip and propping herself up with one arm. He smiled down at her. Duncan and Erin Ch. 01 He wasn't expecting it when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave a playful squeeze. His heart fluttered and his eyes half closed and they locked gazes. She slowly began working her hand up and down his manhood, giving an extra little squeeze with thumb and index finger at the base of it's mushroom head. This went on for a while, their eyes remaining on each others save for those times his eyes rolled back into his head at a particular sensation. She stopped, then squeezed his shaft in a tight grip to be sure she had his attention. Her mouth open seductively and she lowered it toward the surface of the water above his submerged dick. She tugged on him, bringing him a tiny bit of pain, indicating what she wanted him to do. He complied, lifting his hips up off the floor of the tub until his cock broke the surface of the water, stretching up toward her eager mouth. The biting cold didn't have time to affect his rigidity, she greedily gobbled him up into her mouth too quickly for that. Taking him in all the way, she nuzzled her nose into his pubic hair and held him there not moving but massaging the underside of his shaft with the flat of her muscular tongue. Her free hand reached up to fondled his balls which were still safely warm beneath the waters surface as she began moving her head up and down. Her skilled lips and tongue milking his cock. His soft moans gave her a little tingle inside. As she began to stroke him more quickly with her mouth he began thrusting his hips softly up to meet her face. Over and over, in and out at a leisurely pace, fucking him with her expert mouth. She was clearly intent on one thing, making him cum. Her usual techniques... licking the shaft, sucking his balls and so on...were absent. all there was was the persistent driving of her talented mouth up and down on him at an ever more rapid pace. "Erin, stop... I want to--" "You will, but first," she blurted out between strokes, then finished between the next two, "you're going to cum in my mouth." Without the will to object, he gladly resigned himself to it. She increased pace and pressure, greedily sucking him as if desperate for his seed. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer but was determined to make her work for it. He concentrated on denying these heavenly sensations. She slid her hand back from his ever tightening balls and between his slightly clenched cheeks. With one finger she probed until she found his asshole and pressed on it, rubbing back and forth. She aligned the tip of her finger with his puckered opening and suddenly inserted it. She sucked faster, her finger wiggled in his ass and he gave up any hope of holding out any longer. He thrust up into her mouth as hard as he could for the position he was in, even as she thrust down with her mouth. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, his breathing was erratic, his exhalations colored by faint animalistic grunts. She was moments away from the mouthful if cum she yearned for. He shifted in the tub, now holding himself up with one hand he brought the other up to the back of her head, fingers entwining with her sandy blonde locks. Once, twice more he thrust...the most powerful yet. He growled in pleasure. One more thrust and the first spurt of cum splashed against the back of her throat. She made an excited "mmmmmm" sound as if she were gobbling up her favorite ice cream. With each thrust of his hips he pulled her mouth tightly onto him, growled and unleashed another round of his salty seed across her tongue. Her mouth was hot and sloppy with his semen as he thrust into it a few more times desperately chasing after the quickly dissipating sensations of orgasm. As his deflating cock slipped from her lips, a few dribbles of cum trickled out and down her chin. He sat up quickly and brought her near. She looked at him lustfully and smiled softly, he could tell by the way she held her mouth that she was still holding his load inside. She moved in until they were practically nose to nose, eyes still locked, and swallowed it all down with an audible gulp. As she leaned forward to kiss her husband, he stopped her short and casually licked his own cum off her chin then fed it to her from his tongue as he kissed her deeply. Duncan and Erin Ch. 02 The sun was all but gone and the autumn air was just too cold for them to endure any longer. They both climbed quickly out of the big wooden tub. Erin grabbed her heavy robe from the chair where she'd placed it, hugged it to her wet shivering body and scampered across the deck for the back door of the house. Duncan ran after her naked, leaving his clothes piled next to the tub where they fell when the opportunity to bathe with his wife arose. Of course, bathing had little to do with what transpired between them... and neither of them was yet satisfied. She pulled her heavy robe around her and shivered against the cold that had permeated her milky white flesh. She went to the stove and picked up the kettle to see how much water there was. She turned the burner on beneath it to get the water good and hot again. Duncan walked up behind her and pressed his naked body against her, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed at her neck, first one side then the other. Both of them still in the afterglow of their previous activity, they laughed and taunted and giggled like kids. "Haven't you had enough," Erin teased. He rubbed his hands down the fronts of her thighs. "You can't be ready again so soon! Can you? Are you?!" "You tell me," he said playfully as he ground himself against her so she could feel the stiffness that had begun to return to his semi-erect manhood. "Get off me, you perv!" She turned and slapped at his chest, feigning offense. "Go stick that horrible thing somewhere else." "Hmmmm...that little brunette at the coffee shack always flirts with me. She's gotta be AT LEAST 18 or 19." "You even think about it," she scolded, grabbing his half-hard member, "I'll rip this thing off and feed it to the dog." "Hey, now! Play nice!" She pretended to ignore him, making her way to one of the cabinets. She opened it and looked inside, moved a few boxes and canisters to check behind them. She let out an animated pouty sigh, "We're out of hot chocolate... I really wanted hot chocolate. Guess I'll have some cider... maybe some tea... I need something to warm me up." He spun Erin around and put his arms around her cupping her soft round ass with both hands and lifted her up against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her robe fell open and he could feel her hot womanhood against his stomach. Duncan spun them around and carried her, kissing passionately, to the kitchen table. He sat in his usual place at the head of the heavy oak table, Erin in his lap facing him. They kissed wildly, the cold quickly leaving them both. He nibbled and sucked on her earlobe, kissing and sucking on her neck. Then slowly, he ran his wet tongue down her neck, along her collarbone and down the soft skin between her more than ample breasts. He kissed lower, down onto her soft belly then to one side, nuzzling up under her heavy breast to kiss the area where the heavy curve of it met her torso. Kissing and licking back across her belly he did the same on the other side. His strong hand caressed and squeezed one breast, softly teasing her hardening nipple against his palm. His lips and tongue traced circles across her other breast, teasing the nipple by coming close but never quite touching it. He planted tiny angel soft kisses from high on her chest, down around one side of the nipple, to the underside and back up toward the nipple. He squeezed the other breast, avoiding contact with the perky bud at the center. His mouth moved close enough that the soft hairs of his mustache glanced across her rosy red nipple causing her to quiver, his mouth hovering millimeters above it, his hot breath washing over it. Erin could take no more teasing, she grabbed two fistfuls of his long hair and pulled his mouth onto her breast. He drew her nipple between his lips and flicked at it with his tongue as she breathed a sigh of pleasure. He carried on this way for some time, switching breasts frequently, giving them equal attention. She moaned with the increasing intensity of every suck and pinch and nibble. She ground her womanhood against him, feeling his now fully erect member pushing up against her butt. Her excitement grew and her grinding became more enthusiastic but it was the stimulation her tits were receiving that was getting her close to cumming again. As her breathing and motion indicated she was getting close, precum oozed from the tip of his fully erect cock as it rubbed against her. Eager for the next phase, he reached between them and ran his finger through heir silken bush to find her clit. after the prolonged excitement of his mouth and hands on her chest it only took a few strokes of her clit to push her over the edge. She writhed and moaned, still clutching his hair she smashed his face between her breasts. She shuddered and wailed. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Not even waiting for the convulsive pulsations of sexual release to dissipate, he lifted her up onto the heavy oak table top and told her forcefully to lie back. She complied with an appreciative smile as he pulled the chair closer to the table and his "evening meal." He pushed her legs up, knees to her chest, and held them there. Her behind floated in the air just off the edge of the table, completely exposing her most private areas to him. He went right to work kissing her ass and the backs of her thighs. The faint aroma of her womanhood, freshly drenched in the moist musky evidence of her orgasm, literally made his mouth water as he began lightly licking close to her slit. Her pubic hair was natural, having a minimum of landscaping, and the fluffy bush and hairy lips made him hot. It let him knew he was with a WOMAN. He didn't tease her for long, he couldn't hold himself back, he wanted to taste her musky nectar. He ran the flat of his tongue, thick with saliva, along the outside of her slit and she shuddered. At the bottom of her opening he slipped just the pointed tip of his tongue between her moist folds. He slowly ran it up the length of her lips leaving them parted and wetter. Then he worked his long muscular tongue as deep into her as he could before easing it back out. He repeated it over and over, fucking her with his tongue. The little moans combined with the now more prevalent aroma cranked up his excitement. Erin's hands moved up to the backs of her knees to hold her legs to her chest when Duncan removed his. Placing fingers on both sides of her slit, he pulled it further open and buried his mouth and tongue in her as far as he could, his mustache and beard becoming soaked with her juices. He moved his mouth around inside her opening, tongue probing, his lips sucking at her folds. His manipulations got her wetter and wetter, more than he could lap up, and a small stream of it trickled from her pussy down her ass. His tongue followed the glistening trail down to her puckered asshole where he flickered his tongue against her wrinkled ring then pressed the tip against it, wriggling as hard into it as he could. "Uuuuunnnnhhh," she moaned in urgency. "Fuck me, Duncan." "Not yet." He planted his mouth again on her open pussy and went wild. Licking and sucking, stroking with his tongue over and over. She continued to writhe. He rubbed his nose against her throbbing clit. Her body tensed, she bucked against his face, both hands tweaking her rigid nipples. Beads of sweat began to form on her pale skin. "Oh fuck! Stop... stop this and fuck me!" She thrust up toward his face as best she could in her position. "I want you inside me when I cum!" He ignored her, licking and sucking with even greater zeal, rhythmically moving his face against her. He snuck a finger into her pussy and removed it slick with juices and plunged it suddenly into her puckered asshole. She bucked and groaned at the unexpected invasion. He moved his finger slowly in and out of her ass while continuing to pleasure her pussy with his eager mouth. He knew she was getting close so he stood suddenly, jerked her body up off the table and turned her over. Her feet firmly on the floor, her soft belly on the sweat-slicked tabletop, he slid his engorged cock into her welcoming heat from behind. His only concern was her pleasure and he knew her body well enough to know she was the very razor's edge of ecstasy. He drove his hardness in and out rapidly, pounding his pelvis against her plump ass. Firm, full flesh rippling with each thrust. Her body grew more tense, deep grunts leaving her mouth each time he drove himself into her depths. It was finally too much, she bucked and screamed, her pussy practically vibrating against him. "Yes! YES! Fuck me! Oh fuck, yes!" Tingling heat exploded deep in her core. She reeled, her heart pounded, explosion after explosion of orgasm surging through her body. His thrusts grew harder, pushing her through her release. Her every muscle seized and she forced herself back against him with everything she had. She shivered and gasped and let out a final almost mournful sigh, simultaneously being disappointed and somehow relieved her climax was shuddering to it's conclusion. Her movements stopped, she exhaled and all her muscles relaxed and she laid her head down on the table. Duncan pressed up against her, his cock still inside her, and rubbed his hands over the sweat-slicked skin of her ass. He leaned forward, bowing down to plant kisses on her glistening back, then reached forward, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to a standing position. She leaned back against him and pulled his face toward her as she craned her head back to kiss him. Duncan's strong arms wrapped around Erin, his hands coming to rest on her upper stomach. They kissed and cooed at each other for a few moments before he resumed subtle movements of his hips. She pulled away from him and he slid out her. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees facing him and enveloped his hardness in her hot mouth. Running her tight lips up his shaft she sucked her own sweet juices off of him. Then she ran her muscular tongue around the throbbing head and down the underside of his aching shaft to his balls. She bathed them with her tongue, again lapping her own juices off of him then looked up at him with a heady mix of love and lust, taking him very slowly into her mouth again. With long slow strokes with her lips, tongue rubbing against the underside, she sucked his cock. He placed one hand on top of her head, working his fingers into her hair and gently pulling her toward him as he softly gyrated his hips. His eyes closed and his head tilted back as she pleasured him. After too brief a while he felt her heavenly mouth leave his member. He looked down at his naughty wife as she smiled up at him. "Ready for more," she teased, knowing the answer. She resumed her position bent over the table and presented herself to him. After taking a moment to appreciate the sight he stepped forward. Erin reached back and grasped his manhood, guiding it between the outer folds of her hot pussy and positioning the bulbous head at her opening. Duncan leaned forward and was again inside her. This time his thrusts were much slower and not quite so deep, he was in no rush. He smiled and closed his eyes again as she cooed naughty words of encouragement to him. "Oh, that's right... so good." Her head swam a little. "Mmmm... I love feeling you inside me. Oh, it's so--" Suddenly there was an energetic rapping of knuckles on the front door. The burly little dog let out one loud alert, sounding like a dog three times his size. The couple snapped out of their dreamy cocoon of pleasure. They looked around chaotically, their not yet fully engaged minds having not yet connected the familiar sound to it's source. Something dawned on her and Erin looked up at the clock on the wall, a powder blue and white checkerboard with cartoon cows... their one sacrifice to country kitchen kitsch. "Shit... shitshitshit! It's Jane... she called last night and I told her to come over," she whispered emphatically. "Now? We have to stop NOW?!?" He flopped down onto the chair, pulling unceremoniously out if her in the process. "But..." he sighed, his frustration and disappointment at a denied release understandable. Erin pulled her robe shut and tied it closed then grabbed his robs from the hook by the door and handed it to him. "Get covered up! Put that thing away! I promise I'll make it up to you." When they entered the living room the little dog was up on the window seat next to the front door looking out at their guest Jane. His little tail wagging so furiously his whole body waggled with it. As they crossed to the door, Erin checked her appearance, making sure her robe was properly closed and running her fingers through her wet hair. Then she turned and checked Duncan. She patted his half hard dick through the heavy cloth. "Keep your robe closed, ya dirty old man," she winked then opened the door. The women greeted each other warmly with smiles and hugs. Duncan took the large canvas shopping bag from Jane, wrapping his free arm around her to hug her, keeping his body turned to avoid pressing his erection against her. The stiffness was beginning to wane but it would still be noticeable. "Am I interrupting something," Jane asked coyly, making a gesture to indicate she'd noticed they were in their robes. Erin swatted at Jane playfully, "Get your mind out of the gutter! We were out in the hot tub." Duncan stepped over to stoke the fire and looked over at them. Jane was a beautiful woman... rich, dark caramel skin, green eyes and a beautiful smile. Thick, pouty lips, a strong, narrow nose and a mane of kinky curls just shy of shoulder length. She was several inches taller that Erin and naturally a little lean, except for an amazingly round ass. A decade and a half separated her from her hosts in age but most would guess more. Despite being 26 she could pass for a teenager without much effort. She was wearing fitted jeans, which showcased that wonderful butt, and an emerald green camisole under a heavy red and black flannel to keep out the autumn chill. As she took the flannel off, it was obvious by the jiggle and sway that she wore no bra. Her breasts were a nice size, bit more than a handful, and so pert as to garner false accusations of a boob job from catty coworkers. She didn't NEED a bra. They opened the wine, crackers and cheese Jane had brought and talked. It was mostly Jane and Erin with Duncan throwing in the occasional male perspective on relationships. Jane had broken up six weeks prior with her boyfriend of almost two years. The last six months of the relationship were essentially loveless... two people going through the motions, as many do, as it wound down. Duncan made himself scarce when talk turned to their sex life and eventual lack of it. Not out of any kind of modesty, he just didn't need to hear two attractive women graphically discussing sex when he'd just finally gotten rid of his hard on. Eventually they settled down on the big couch together to watch the movies Jane brought. Erin sat between them, Duncan on her right. She spread out a ridiculously large fuzzy throw that was large enough for them all to cuddle up under. The curtains had been drawn to keep out the lingering light of day and the lights dimmed. One might expect a classy woman like Jane, raised through her formative years in Britain, to have selected some period drama about forbidden love and familial obligation. Duncan chuckled silently, at least that would have killed any chance of his hard-on returning in the next three hours. Her choice of movie, however, would have been a bit surprising to anyone who didn't know her as well as they did. The refined Lady Jane was a woman after Duncan's cinematic heart, the first flick was the unrated cut of the latest raunchy comedy and he knew there was at least one balls-out action movie in the bag too. About twenty minutes in, Jane repositioned herself to lay on her side, her head on Erin's lap facing the TV. They both enjoyed having a friend like Jane who was so comfortable with them. Erin's hand was suddenly on the inside of his thigh, squeezing. He smiled then leaned over to kiss her on the side of the head. She looked down at Jane, who was chuckling and commenting on the onscreen antics, and affectionately rubbed her arm. In the years of their marriage she'd had a handful of female lovers, Duncan was fine with it knowing it was a need he simply couldn't satisfy for her. Most had allowed him to watch, a couple had even requested his occasional participation. It was always limited to oral sex or fucking his wife while the other woman played with her... or if he was lucky, him. But she had never had that kind of relationship with Jane. He saw his wife's expression as she gazed down on their guest lovingly. He knew how much Erin loved Jane and that the feeling was mutual. Jane was like family, she referred to herself as Erin's "baby sister." He also knew part of her wanted to get Jane into bed and it turned him on to no end. He deeply loved Jane as well, he adored her really, to the point where lustful thoughts of her seemed almost wrong. But she WASN'T family and she was everything he could want in a woman other than not being Erin. He knew where Erin's mind was wandering and his followed along. Erin realized this when her hand left his thigh and found his half stiff cock. She squeezed him through the heavy material of his robe and he reflexively pressed himself against her hand. A little playful petting with Jane right there was one thing, but when Erin parted his robe and wrapped her strong fingers around has rapidly stiffening member, he had to fight the instinct to slap her hand away. Doing so would have attracted Jane's attention and that was the last thing he wanted. He looked at Erin, imploring her with his eyes to stop but she smiled and flared her eyes at him as she began to stroke him to full hardness. He shook his head emphatically "no" but she ignored him. She squeezed and stroked, occasionally pausing when it seemed Jane might turn her head to catch them. Being that close to her, to being caught, his conflicted feelings for her, his earlier denied release... it all combined to bring his seed quickly bubbling up. She felt his body tighten and new it wouldn't take much more for him to cum. Under the covers she pulled his robe closed, he looked at her sternly, getting him this close to release again was just cruel. She made an excuse for the two of them to escape to the kitchen leaving beautiful Jane obliviously watching the movie. Erin dragged her husband quickly to the other room and the moment they crossed the threshold she spun and roughly pushed him back against the wall just inside the archway and barely out of the sightline from the couch. She fell to her knees and dramatically threw open his robe. He scrambled to pull it shut, glancing over to be sure Jane hadn't innocently followed them into the kitchen. But he wasn't fast enough, her hand was already wrapped around his stiff dick. They looked at each other and an unspoken exchange passed between them. "Jesus Christ," he said with a flash of his eyes, continuing with a jerk of his head toward the living room, "Jane is RIGHT THERE!" "I don't care," her eyes responded. "Erin, PLEASE don't do this to me!" "I don't care." "Dammit, Erin, stop right now!" She opened her mouth wide and laid the first couple inches of his cock atop the pillowy wetness of her tongue, her eyes asked, "Are you sure?" He paused, she looked so damned hot tempting him with her eyes, his dick resting at the opening of her mouth, a bead of pre-cum welling up at the tip. He closed his eyes and nodded acceptance. Nothing happened. He looked back down at her and gave her the go ahead but she looked back up at him, only slightly wiggling her tongue against the underside of his head. Her expression was taunting, teasing that maybe he'd resisted too long and the offer no longer stood. His eyes told her... practically commanded... that she give him what she'd promised. Still she looked at him mockingly. Even when he placed a hand on top of her head and lightly pulled her face toward him, she resisted. She looked a little too pleased with herself. He entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled a little harder, only to find her still behaving rebelliously. Duncan and Erin Ch. 02 He knew what she wanted and, driven to the edge by her teasing, he was more than happy to give it to her. A hand on each side of her head, fingers wrapped a little more tightly in her still damp hair, he pulled her forcefully toward him. She put her hands on his thighs and pretended to try to push away but he yanked hard on her head and thrust forward with his hips. His hard cock plunged into her mouth. Still holding her head, he thrust his hips against her face and she grunted hungrily. After just a few pumps of his hips she dropped all mock resistance and forced her own face up and down his rock hard cock with even more force than he'd delivered. She looked up at him, the site of his cock disappearing into her mouth not nearly as arousing and the fierce, worshipful look on her eyes. There was nothing more on earth she wanted at that moment than his dick in her mouth and his cum in her throat and her eyes said it all. Duncan put his head back, eyes closed. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears and his head swam, after all the earlier action and in the current situation it wouldn't take long. Erin reached up, one hand milking his cock in concert with her expert mouth and the other cradling and lightly toying with his tender balls. His hips thrust to meet her wet lips with every bob of her head, an easy rhythm quickly established. He bit his lip to keep from groaning too loudly as she did her best to minimize the frantic sucking and slurping sounds. If his eyes had been open he would have seen Jane suddenly standing in the kitchen doorway, having come to see what was taking them so long. Iowever, Erin's eyes WERE open and she immediately made eye contact with her beautiful friend. Jane paused a moment, stunned by the scene before her, then began to turn away. Erin's hand left his balls and snaked out to grab Jane's wrist. The younger woman stopped in her tracks and looked back down, transfixed at the sight of her "big sister's" mouth wrapped around Duncan's cock. Erin maintained her grip on her wrist to prevent her from leaving before the show was over and her other hand reached around to firmly grasp his ass cheek, lightly digging in her nails. The moment drew near, she pumped him harder with the hot, wet suction of her mouth and his body clenched. The first hot, salty blast shot into her mouth and she pulled her head back, replacing her mouth with her fingers. Without missing a beat, her tight fist stroked his hot cock, shooting blast after blast of his seed into her open mouth and onto her face as she continued to share a gaze with gorgeous Jane. She kept at it until every last drop was drained from him. Jane's head swam with lustful awe as she watched her beloved "big brother" shooting his load into Erin's wanton mouth. Jane glanced at Duncan and suddenly realized he had no idea she was there watching. She quietly withdrew back to the couch in the living room. She sat there stunned, the vision of what she'd just seen replaying over and over in her mind. A bit of sweet sticky warmth began to gather and dampen the front of her panties. Through the material of her jeans she gave her aroused womanhood a squeeze, she couldn't help but touch herself even if only briefly. After a moment to quietly regain his composure and catch his breath he looked down at Erin. She had a several streaks of his cum across her face but much of it was in her mouth. She held it open for him to see his seed rolling around her tongue for a long moment before gulping it down and swallowing it. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up off her knees. They kissed passionately, tongues probing. She tasted of his cum. He looked into her loving eyes, kissed her again, then licked the cum off her face. He opened his mouth and showed it to her, then she licked it all off his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to grab her and throw her on the rug in front of the fireplace and put himself inside her again. Then he suddenly snapped back to reality and remembered Jane sitting in the other room, he would have to wait.