Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  "Nothing much, just seeing when you will stop me." I figured it was now or never, how often would I end up in a hotel room with a half dressed Erin Andrews and myself completely naked.

  "So you'll stop coming closer if I ask you to?" She raised her eyebrows and cocked her head at me.

  "Yep, all you have to do is say stop and I'll turn around and finish getting dressed." I noticed she still hadn't moved so I stepped right in front of her and slowly tugged the robe belt that held the loosely bound robe together.

  "I thought you were just coming closer, not touching me." She seemed to warn.

  "I'm not really touching you, just your robe. Besides you haven't told me to stop yet."

  The robe opened up and showed her still wearing the same panties and obviously no bra under the white tank top. I must have looked like a hungry lion staring at a fresh kill the way I stared at her body and licked my lips. She half twisted and set the toothbrush back on the counter behind her while my hands moved to her hips pulling her tight against my naked body. She still hadn't objected to anything and I pressed ahead letting my hands rove up her sides and over both firm tits, lifting up and and letting my fingers slide back down from the top toward the center, pressing them together and running the rough fabric over her sensitive nipples. Her body tensed for just a second as I touched her but quickly relaxed. Just like in the club she writhed like a wanton cat against me and slowly turned her back toward me letting the robe fall away as she dropped down to her knees and slid her back back up against me. My hands moved back to the front sliding my palms from her thighs up her flat stomach and working both breasts again. Her nipples rolled like glass marbles on the dense meatiness of her tits. Her hands reached up and back to the back of my head as she leaned into me, letting my hands rove all over her. I finally put my lips on her neck and gently kissed her, letting my tongue even tickle her ear lobe a bit. Erin sighed mightily, making the first sound she questioned my opening her robe.

  "That feels so good," she whispered. I felt the little shiver in her body as I continued the light kissing while touching her everywhere.

  "Yeah, do you like it when I kiss your neck like this?" I asked blowing and kissing around to the back of her neck, nuzzling her hair out of the way.

  "Mmmhhhmmm," she muttered.

  "What about when I squeeze your tits and tease your nipples like this?" I pressed her tits together and gently gave her nipples a tweak.

  "Uh, huh, I can't believe you waited this long to touch me. I saw you staring at them all night. I finally had to let some other guy feel me up." She added as she let her hands fall back down over her tits and pulling mine back up to them.

  "Where else do you like being touched?" I teased slipping one hand down from between her hand and her right tit and down to her hip. Slowly I pressed forward letting my fingers run into her inner and thigh, caressing down then back up. I moved back toward her ass letting the back of my hand float over her bare cheek until just my finger tips were inside the fabric. Pulling gently I ran my two fingers inside that band like a trail around her hip and to the front feeling the heat from her pussy just inches away. The rough stubble of her pubic bone soon gave way to the wet slit emenating heat like small furnace. Her legs spread slightly more, encouraging my fingers to keep going, rubbing her lips together and then probing between them. She was definitely wet. I used the secretions to lube my fingers and tease her opening before slipping a finger inside her. Erin leaned forward supporting herself on the counter as I stimulated her clit and continued rubbing her lips and randomly pushing inside her with a finger or even two. As I picked up the pace with both fingers working her clit, rubbing in circles faster and faster her breather picked up to match. She reached back with her left hand feeling around until she gripped my completely hard cock and began tugging firmly, trying to give me a hand job.

  "Oh God yes," she moaned as she matched my clit play with her strokes. She reached down and pulled my hand from her panties with right and turned to face me, letting go of my cock only long enough to change hands. She brought my hand to her mouth and slowly licked her own wetness from my fingers, apparently savoring her own taste and teasing my two fingers as she sucked them in. Her right hand pumping my cock in time with her mouth on my fingers.

  I led her over toward the couch, letting her sit in front of me, fulling intending to kneel down and giver her pussy a taste but she had her own ideas. The second she sat down her hands were running up the backs of my thighs and she was pulling my hips closer. Her mouth opened and she began sucking my cock in a fluid no hands motion.

  "Ohh fuck," was all I could say. Erin guided the pace pulling my thighs closer, pushing me gently away as she worked my pole. She was an amazing cocksucke, deep throating my none to small length the entire time. My hands fell to her head stroking her hair gently while she stopped to catch her breath.

  "You like that? She asked somewhat rhetorically. "I love sucking a nice fat shaved cock. I always save my best blow jobs for guys who keep it clean down here." She immediately began proving herself, lifting my cock up and licking from my bare balls up the underside of my dick and kissing the tip. It was like a teasing game for her as she licked the sides and ran my erect cock around her face, stroking it and sucking my balls.

  I leaned over and began pulling her shirt up her back, dragging it up over her tits from behind. Erin sat up momentarily to let the her arms out of the holes and I watched her tits spill out the bottom. Just like when she flashed the crowd they barely moved when freed from the fabric. A small bounce and they were still, firm and pointed with a slight curve from their own weight. I was moving the shirt so slowly that once Erin's mouth was exposed she leaned forward and just started hungrily sucking my cock again, leaving her arms still trapped in the shirt above her head. I held the shirt with one hand trapping her hands up like that and gently thrusted my hips forward to meet her no hands blow job. Nothing seemed to faze her as she kept sucking until I finally pulled the shirt all way off letting her arms fall back down. Immediately she gripped my cock and pumped it into her mouth, breathing through her nose as she picked up the pace. I finally had to make her stop because I was going to cum and I still wanted to fuck her.

  Pulling her to her feet gave me the chance to finally suck her hard bare nipples and tease her gigantic tits. She cupped on breast up to my mouth as I sucked her entire areola inside and moved from tit to tit making sure each nipple stood at complete slobbery attention. My hard cock stood straight up pressed between our bodies while we kissed for the first time. I couldn't wait any more and turned her back around gently pushing her shoulders over to present her pussy towards me. I didn't want to give her a chance to think about what she was doing and realize she was about to fuck a bartender in her hotel room. With one hand in the middle of her back and one hand guiding my rigid cock I pushed forward, sliding into the slick crevice to about half my cock in one motion. A brief sigh escaped her lips and to my wonder she immediately began rocking, fucking me back, and pushing my cock deeper with each motion. Within 4 or 5 thrusts my heavy balls were slapping against her stubbly pubics and swollen clit. My hand slid down her back to match my other gripping her hips and steadily pulling her against my thighs and pushing her away as my cock plunged in, separating her glistening lips and probing deep inside her throbbing pussy. I could feel the wet juices leaking out of her and running down my balls as the friction picked up. She was supporting herself with one arm on the back of the couch as she stepped up to put her knees on the cushions and allowing her to provide a more stable base to take the pounding from behind. Her free hand alternated between trying to control her swaying tits and reaching back to encourage my hammering her. Her movement up onto the couch caused me to break rhythm for a moment to which she ordered, "Oh God, don't stop now, keep fucking me, just keep fucking my pussy."

  I easily slid back in and resumed the slap,slap,slap,slap against her ass. I moved one hand up her side and gripped a handful of sweaty breast, kneading it and p
ulling her nipple a bit. She took the opportunity to slide her free hand down to her pussy, splitting her fingers apart on either side of my pistoning cock and then rubbing her clit pushing it upwards against the underside of my cock sending shivers through her body as she added to her pleasure. I couldn't take anymore and pulled out just in time as the ropes of cum splattered her ass cheeks, back, legs, and asshole.

  Erin was still gently rubbing her clit when I guided her back around so she was sitting on the couch facing me and my only slightly less hard cock. She was still breathing heavy and flushed, her tits pointing away from one another rising and falling as she stared up at me. Feeling the euphoria of climax I got a little more bold and ordered her, "Suck my cock hard again. I wanna fuck you more."

  I saw a brief look of surprise on her face, guessing she probably hadn't been talked to that way before, I tried to back off my bravado a bit leaning down I whispered, "Your pussy is so fantastic, I just want more."

  Erin smiled a bit and answered, "Maybe I'm not done yet and I want more cock.?" She started lightly stroking me, slow and deliberate as I started to harden again. The stopping on one down stroke and gripping the base of my cock she leaned in and swallowed it all in one motion. A few deep throats and I was close to full erection again. Encouraged by her aggressiveness I started getting more assertive, "Suck that cock, suck my big fucking cock."

  Erin countered by speeding up, stroking me and taking my entire length like a pro. I asked, "Do you want me to fuck you some more? Do you want this hard cock inside you?"

  She nodded in agreement as our eyes met, not able to speak with her lips stretched around the base of my cock. "Good girl. Tell me what you want. What do you want to do?"

  My cock fell from her lips and slipped along her neck as she firmly stated, "I want you to fuck me. Fuck my pussy right now."

  I sat on the couch next to her pulling her back across me as she faced me on my lap. "Well go ahead," I challenged, "fill your pussy with my cock. Ride me and see if you can make me cum again." I knew I was good to go for some time after the first round.

  Erin wasted no time and leveraging up and guiding my stiff pole to her open pussy as she slid back down on it. Her hands pushed down on my chest as her arms squeezed her tits together and she began the hip waves that let my cock stimulate her lips, clit, vaginal walls and deep inside recesses of her pussy. She speed up, biting her lip, and leaning forward smothering my face with her hair and tits as she came in a rush of fluid down my cock and balls to the cushions. She lay flat against me, my cock still inside her sensitive pussy. "My legs are shot, I can't be in this position anymore."

  I slid out of her feeling the cold room air on my wet cock as I let her roll off and onto her back. Still aroused I pushed right back inside her warmth as I pushed her knees up to her chest and fucked her deeply. I felt the full depth of her vaginal canal a few times bouncing off her cervix and eliciting a yelp from Erin. I let her legs back down and concentrated on the long deep thrusts and caused her to writhe and moan, playing with her tits and tugging her nipples as the waves of pleasure emanated from the deep tissue of her engorged and stretched pussy. Sweat was dripping off my body onto hers. Her nipples stood hard, the pink giving way to darkness from the blood rushing and constant tugging or sucking as I leaned down. The deep slow fucking lasted for what seemed like forever but finally I warned her I was about to cum. I was slowly pulling out when she gripped my ass, "Don't worry. I can't have kids, just cum inside me. I want to feel your cock cum deep inside me."

  I needed no further advice and let loose was felt like was the slowest ejaculation of my life. Maybe it was her pussy's tight grip on my dick but I felt as if my cock was pumping out thick fluids in slow pulses. Erin moaned, "I can feel your cock throbbing inside me. You feel so fucking good right now."

  I pulled away finally and sat on the couch as Erin lounged, one leg on the floor, legs spread open, leaking cum from both of us without a hint of modesty or concern. By now all alcohol and adrenaline had worn off of both of us. "I don't want to be rude but you should probably get going." She muttered out from underneath her arm across her face. "It is almost morning and I don't want anyone to see you leave here."

  "Oh yeah, I should get out of here." I said too quickly.

  "Don't worry," she explained, "I don't want you to go." She sat up putting a hand on my naked thigh and pressing a firm tit against my arm. "Believe me, I would love to stay in bed all day and well..." She trailed off smiling.

  "Have me fuck you all day." I finished her sentence feeling better about the situation.

  "Stop it." She laughed nipping at my ear. "But yes, staying in bed and fucking all day and sucking your cock and letting you lick my pussy and fuck my tits and whatever else that depraved little mind of yours can come up with. But I have to work."

  She jumped up off the couch, "Now get dressed and go before someone on the crew sees you."

  I dressed under her watchful eye and headed to the door. She followed, still naked and beautiful as ever. "I hope you don't forget which room I'm in because I'll still be here tonight."

  "I won't forget. I have to work tonight, but I definitely won't forget. "

  "I hope it isn't too late because I don't know how long I can wait. I've never had sex like that before. Believe me, I've had sex with guys on the road but I've never been just fucked like that."

  "Glad I could be of service to you." I quipped.

  "Yeah, well if I had know you were capable of that I would have lured you up here a lot sooner. Me and some of the other reporters keep track of guys we like to have sex with on the road but I'm not sure I want to share you with them. I might just keep you to myself. Now think about that the next time you see a sexy sideline reporter."

  She closed the door leaving me to wander outside as the sun came up.

  The End.

  Night of the Tornadoes

  Tempest Coney looked at the plant order in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she swore at her Pap. He expected her to harvest, package and arrange to ship 25 English boxwood plants to arrive in Rushford, Illinois by August fifth, ten days from now. He told her to do whatever was needed and just get it done.

  She had graduated from high school that June, a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday. A couple of weeks later, her Mam had been called to take care of Mam's mother.

  Last week, the month-long absence of Mam had finally got to Pap. He had come home Saturday, after a long afternoon of sampling a friend's sour mash, and grabbed her, telling her she had to make up for her Mam being gone. He had grabbed her from behind, seizing her titties and pinching her nips, frightening her.

  She had bent over at the hips, trying to pull away, and felt Pap's rigid pole against her bottom. Pap had pulled his hands back, startled, releasing her. When she straightened up, she had knocked him backwards, down the porch steps. The six steps were open in the back, and his left foot had gone through and been caught by one of them, dislocating his knee and severely spraining his ankle.

  He had tried to stand up to get back up the stairs to her, and fallen when he tried to step on his left foot. He had cursed her as an ungrateful bitch in his pain and drunkenness, then told her to call an ambulance to take him to the hospital in Tuscaloosa. He had sobered up some by the time it arrived, and he had instructed her to take care of the nursery, filling the orders she could.

  Her Pap had spoken with Mr. Fitzroy, the customer, and promised a speedy delivery for the boxwood plants he wanted. Now, he expected her to keep his promise, however she could. She made a decision and grabbed a sheet of paper to put in the typewriter. ####

  Dave Fitzroy, owner/operator of Rushford Landscaping, looked at the letter in his hand. It confirmed the purchase of fifteen one-year-old Southern boxwood plants from Coney's Plant Farm and Nursery in Brookton, Alabama, a small town northwest of Tuscaloosa.

  In an apologetic tone, the letter asked if he would be able to pick the plants up. The owner of the nursery was currently laid up fol
lowing an accident. The only help the small nursery had was the owner's nineteen year old daughter, who would not be able to harvest, pack and ship the number of plants he needed by the time he needed them. If he could pick them up, they would discount the purchase 5 percent.

  "Well, shit!" he thought. "A day down, a friggin' long day, another one to harvest and load the plants, and a third long friggin' day to drive back. Horseshit! No use stewing about it, Peterson wants those friggin' boxwoods, and this is the only place with any available right now." He reached for his phone.

  The young woman who answered recognized his name. She identified herself as the daughter of the owner, and apologized for the inconvenience her father's accident was causing Dave. He told her he could be there Monday to harvest and load the plants. She told him that was fine and she would expect him Monday morning.

  Dave told his wife, Ellie, about the impending journey over dinner. "Oh, Dave! We were going to take Jim to Sarah's this weekend, remember?" He swore softly under his breath.

  Sarah's husband, Phil, had died just before Christmas, leaving her with a small farm about an hour and a half away. His son had been given the task of refurbishing her lawn so she could easily care for it by herself.

  Until Jimmy had started high school, the two couples had often traded partners while visiting each other on vacations. The plan had been that, this weekend, as a surprise, they would initiate Jim into replacing Phil. In preparation, the randy couple had abstained from their daily sex for the past week.

  "I'm sorry, El, there's no way I can go. You'll have to drive him, and the other will have to wait 'til another time. Maybe you can convince Sarah to visit at Christmas." She glowered at him, and he knew the abstinence would continue.

  Ellie and Jim had taken off right after supper Friday night. Recognizing he was not one to do well left on his own, Dave decided to start for Brookton early Saturday morning. As it turned out, he had severely overestimated the time it would take him to drive to the small nursery, thinking it was further south.