by Naomi Penn
They dropped anchor in the same cove as us and tossed some nets overboard.
So we washed the sweat from our bodies by skinny dipping in the cool Mediterranean waters. The fisherman cheered as I slipped out of my bathing suit, and I gave them a wave before diving off the deck and into the water.
We even swam over to their nets to see what they were catching, there were several huge schools of fish out by them. Then we swam back round to the other side of the boat and tried to finish what we started. But it was hard work trying to get each other off while treading water and soon we re-boarded and rested in the sun before calling it a day and heading in without either of us having cum.
Frustrated by the boat trip we decided to drive back rather than have dinner in Sorrento. It started raining as we drove back and, I was still wet and sore but wanted him so much. So as we drove up the narrow cliffside road, I leaned over and gently undid the zip on his trousers. He was hard almost immediately in my hand. We went slowly along the road as I worked his extraordinary piece of meat. There was thick vein that pressed hard against my hand.
I couldn’t resist leaning over and taking that perfectly smooth and swollen purple head in my mouth. As I looked up from the taste sea salt from our swimm I could make out the figures of pedestrians on the side of the road, blurred through the side windows. The rain was thick enough that I couldn’t make out their faces, or tell if they were looking in the windows and could make out my blurred form slowly teasing and sucking Bruce’s huge cock.
Eventually, he pulled over on the side of the road at a viewing point just off the road. We were isolated from the outside world by the water on the windows and the drumming of the rain and lifted me over the gear shift and pulled me onto his lap. I lifted my summer dress up so he could see I hadn’t put any panties on after our swim. Then, without warming me up – not that he needed to, I was wetter that the weather as it rained down on us, he guided me onto his cock.
Just the head at first he pushed it in until I gasped, then pulled out quickly lifting me so I my back was pressed against the roof. I was hunched over in the narrow confines of the sports car, I could see with each stroke how deep he went by the slick wet shine on his cock. Each time he lowered me onto his cock when he lifted me off the shine went further down.
Eventually I couldn’t take his teasing any longer and pulled his hands away from me, humping up and down on his cock at a speed of my own choosing.
I rode him hard, sinking him into me as deep as he would go. He was so huge I felt full up, stretched wide and open to him. He seemed to be stretching me out the other way to. Each time he pressed against my cervix, I seemed to be able to take a little more of him until at the bottom of each stroke with all nine inches deep inside of me I could grind my clit against his hips.
The car rocked with our thrusting, I could only imagine what the passing cars could see. They occasionally cast their headlights over us as they rounded the corner.
After a few minutes, and a couple of bumps against the soft top of the care, and I felt the orgasm building in my cunt. As I began to cry out withe pleasure of it the gripping spasms of my orgasm pushed him over the edge and I felt him exploded inside me squirting his cum into me in warm wet bursts that seemed almost to sting with pleasure I was so sensitive.
We sat their together, satisfied and sore, with his cock slowly wilting but more than enough even at half erect.
Eventually I moved back to the passengers seat and I could feel the huge amount of cum he’d poured into me beginning to drip out. I was too limp from my exertions to care, or day anything more than just sit there feeling the warm wetness of his seed ooze out of me.
In fact I was nearly asleep by the time we pulled up at the house and Bruce lifted me up in his strong arms, and carried me through the rain to the house, across the threshold and to his own luxurious double bed where he tucked me in and held me until I drifted, exhausted and happy, into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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A few days passed like this, we spent all day exploring each other’s bodies in new and exciting ways. I could tell you about my first anal expe-rience, opened wide by his massive penis in a way that left me terrified, ex-posed and thrilled. Or how we fucked in the pool, and in the lemon groves. We went into Sorrento for dinner once and couldn’t get through a single one of the five courses without slipping to the bathroom and fucking like animals.
It was extraordinary, and intense. But in the end it was only a quirk of fate.
You see, eventually the time came for me to head back to university. With great reluctance I packed my things – and a shirt of his which I stole as a memento and wore as pyjamas for the rest of my time at uni.
He threw the sandwiches into the back of my battered old car and leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss. I kissed back harder, like I never wanted to leave – which at the time was true – and before I knew it a half hour and three more orgasms for each of us had come and gone.
After that there was no more delaying.
We said goodbye for the last time, exchanged details just in case one of us should the ourselves ‘in the area’.
He whispered ‘Goodbye, Ruth’ into my ear and I drove off smiling to myself rather sadly.
I didn’t see Bruce again, he visited me parents while he was in Eng-land one week a few months later, I have no idea what he talked to my Dad about.
I and some friends went down to Rome for a fortnight the next year, but something kept me from picking up the phone and suggesting he come out and see me. Maybe it was the age difference, maybe it was because he was my father’s friend, but I felt the time had passed. In the end though I think what it was, was just that we were in a certain place at a certain time, a holiday romance kind of thing. He was a rough and sexy authority figure, and I guess I was young, eager to learn, eager to please.
It was just a one time holiday fuck. But I’ve never, ever been fucked better.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 11
It is a special feeling... one which many women dream of for most of their lives. Having a handsome, older man fill her most delicate of parts with his fertile seed. Being taken and pleasured by one they love so dearly... in the most taboo of fashions.
My sister and I had moved in with our mom and step-dad about a year ago. We had chosen a community college that was in their area so it made sense. It sure was easier than the 35 mile drive back and forth from our dad's place. In the beginning, my sister, Jessica, had hated our step-dad and living under his roof. She had always said that he was too strict, had too many rules and as a party girl, she hated having to be home on time for his eleven pm curfew. I had never minded much to be honest. Unlike Jessica, I tended to return home right after school anyway and spent the evening alone in my bedroom. She was the social butterfly – always with her friends, hanging out at the mall or on dates with guys. Often Jessica didn't come home until after midnight. This behavior of hers infuriated Johnny, our step-dad. I heard him many times stomping from his bedroom down the stairs when he had either seen or was awoken by the lights of her car.
“Jessica!” he would yell, “I am getting more and more tired of how you act around here. One of these days, I am going to have to teach you a lesson, young lady.”
I had laughed to myself at his idle threats. What was he going to do? My sister and I were both nineteen years old. Aside from asking us to move out, there was nothing he could do. Right?
That's what I had thought too...
One day however, I returned home and found out that I was wrong. Daddy sure was teaching Jessy a lesson and I found that it was a lesson I too would like to learn.
It was a regular rainy Tuesday morning and I dragged myself out of bed and into my sister's room.
“Jessy! Get up, come on! We've got class in an hour!”
“I'm not going today.” came her muffled reply, “I'm too tired, I was out until like three am.”
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Rolling my eyes, I exited her bedroom and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. This was not a first. Jessica missed class all the time because she was tired. We were having polar opposite college experiences. I was the girl who went to every class, handed in my homework on time and scored an A on each exam. Jessy was the girl who could name every guy on the football team and was personally acquainted with each. She went to parties practically every night and wrote half-hearted papers while recovering from her beer binge the night before.
Once dressed, I got into my old beat up Nissan and drove to school. My routine was the same everyday - arrive on campus and go straight to class. Between classes, I spent my time in the library, locked away from the world. I was a quiet, timid girl. I didn't like to draw attention to myself. At about five thirty, it was time for the drive home. I dashed across the parking lot in the pouring rain and jumped into my car. Figuring that Jessy would be up by now, I decided to call her and see if she wanted to meet me somewhere for dinner. She loved to get out of the house. I called but she didn't answer. Strange.
“Hey, wanna meet me at J's for food?” I texted.
I waited for a few minutes, flicking through the radio stations. No reply. I wondered what the hell my sister was doing. I barely ever saw her without her cell phone in her hand. If she wasn't refreshing her Twitter feed, she was posting pictures of herself on Instagram. Oh well. I figured I'd just drive home and fix myself something to eat. There were always frozen pizzas in the freezer.
When I reached the house, I rushed inside. I went straight to the kitchen and flung open the refrigerator door. I stood there peering inside and I heard sounds coming from upstairs. Did Jessica have someone over? I hadn't seen any cars in the driveway. Nothing in the freezer was appealing to me so I climbed the stairs to see if my sister wanted to go eat after all. As I got closer to the top, I realized I could hear Johnny's voice. What was he doing at home? He worked as a doctor at the local hospital and generally on Tuesday's he wasn't home until after eight at night.
The door of Jessy's bedroom was slightly open and when I reached it, it seemed our step-dad's voice was even clearer. Was he in her room? Johnny had never come into my bedroom, I couldn't imagine why he was in hers.
“You've been a bad girl, Jessy, haven't you?” I heard him say.
Seriously? Was this guy ever going to give up trying to discipline my sister, a grown woman?
I pushed the door open a little and what I saw inside totally took me by surprise. My sister was bent over the edge of her bed and Johnny was standing behind her... Fucking her! Jessy was entirely naked and from the door, I could see Johnny's impressive length sliding in and out of her. She had the bed sheets gripped tightly in her hands and was moaning loudly.
“I have been a bad girl!”
“Oh yes!” Johnny replied, spanking her jiggly ass, “You have been very naughty but daddy is teaching you a lesson!”
“Teach me a lesson, daddy!” my sister said.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My step-dad had the biggest dick I had ever laid eyes on and despite what you may think, I had watched a lot of porn! His love pole was so thick and Jessy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying having it spread her pussy wide open. Her wet, pink lips were wrapped around his meat and I could hear his balls slapping against her ass each time he thrust forward. It was quite the sexy sight! If somebody had told me I would arrive home from school and encounter this particular scenario in my home, I would've said I would have immediately left and went to another room but now that this was happening, I was transfixed. I couldn't look away. I slid my hand between my legs and began massaging my clitoris through my pants. Oh, how I wanted to be bent over!
“Harder, daddy! Punish me!” Jessy demanded.
My step-dad reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jessy's hair pulling on it so that her back arched and he slammed his cock into her with force.
“Take my dick, you nasty little slut!” he bellowed.
I gasped. I loved the way Johnny was talking to her, treating her like a nasty girl. I imagined what it would be like to hear him say those things to me, while he took my virginity. Rubbing more vigorously on my clit, I was just about to cum when the doorbell rang.
“Shit!” Johnny yelled.
He backed away from Jessy and hurriedly started to dress himself.
“It's probably your loser sister, forgot her keys. Get dressed.” he said.
Her loser sister? Is that what Johnny thought of me? Maybe I would have to be the one to teach him a lesson....
On Wednesday, Jessica and I went to school as normal. She spent her day in the library ditching classes or in the campus Starbucks, drinking coffee and catching up with her friends. I did what I was supposed to but in my English lecture, I heard a girl in front of me discussing a party that was happening that night.
“Lori's parents are out of town, she said she's cool with everybody turning up so spread the word! There's gonna be beer, a barbeque and she has a pool in her backyard!” she said excitedly.
I tapped the girl on the shoulder.
“Can I have Lori's address?” I boldly asked, “Sounds like a cool party!”
“Um... Sure!” came her reply.
She scribbled on a piece of paper and ripped it from her notebook, handing it to me.
“Any time after seven is fine!” she said.
“Awesome, I'll be there!”
What the hell was I doing? Going to a party with a bunch of people I didn't even know? I had a class the next morning at nine am. I guess one night wouldn't kill me!
Jessy and I met at the steps in front of the Arts building at five pm, as we always did on a Wednesday evening. She was sitting on the top step, engrossed in her phone when I arrived.
“Hey Jessy!” I called out when I saw her.
We walked to the car together.
“Are you going to Lori's party tonight?” I questioned.
“Excuse me?”
My sister looked confused.
“You know Lori?” she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Well, no. I just thought I'd go along tonight, you know experience another side of college life!”
“Do you even have anything to wear?”
I hadn't thought of that. I had seen what Jessy wore to parties and I certainly didn't have any of that type of attire in my closet. I was more of a jeans and baggy t-shirt girl.
“Can I borrow something of yours?” I asked.
“Okay, well I'll help you get ready when we get home then!”
I sat on Jessy's bed while she rooted through her closet, presenting various skimpy or shimmering items to me.
“What even is that!?” I laughed as she held up a tiny piece of hot pink material.
“It's a skirt! Duh!” she replied.
I tried on numerous outfits of her choice, ranging from skin tight dresses to ass skimming skirts and booty shorts. Finally I decided on a pair of denim cut-off's with a tight white t-shirt that revealed only a small amount of my stomach. It was totally out of my comfort zone but I actually kind of liked it. Spinning around in front of the mirror in Jessy's room, I looked pretty good. The clingy shirt made my boobs look so big and perky and I was proud of my flat tummy and toned legs.
“You look smokin', sista!” Jessy told me, “You are so going to get laid tonight!”
I laughed. I wondered did my sister know that I was still a virgin. It was embarrassing to me because I knew that she had been experimenting with guys for years now, probably since she was about fifteen.
“Maybe!” I answered.
Jessy dressed herself in shorts too. When she turned around, her ass cheeks were visible, poking out from the bottom of the material. She wore a string black string bikini top and as she pulled a tank top over her head she said to me, “Johnny would have a heart attack if he saw me going out in just a bathing suit top! He's such a jerk!”
I nodded in agreement, thinking back to what I had seen yesterday. He wasn't
such a jerk then, was he?
Downstairs our mom and Johnny were about to eat dinner in the kitchen.
“You going out, Jessy?” mom asked my sister.
“We're going out!” was her answer.
Both of our parents turned from their respective dinner preparing chores in disbelief.
“You're going out dressed like that, Natasha?” Johnny asked open mouthed.
He had finally noticed me!
“Mmhmm.” I murmured.
“She looks incredible!” Jessy chimed, “Come on, let's get going!”
“It's a school night, you better not be home late.” our step-dad yelled angrily after us.
Jessica laughed.
“What an idiot!”
The party was exactly like what I had seen in all of those corny teen movies. There were groups of guys playing beer pong, couples splayed on every available surface making out and girls in teeny bathing suits by the pool.