Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  She sat tall on Sam and then began to writhe. She brushed her hair back behind her ears and tilted her head back so it would fall back and almost touch the top of her ass. Her hips rolled and turned on Sam, tugging and pulling his cock with her gyrating pussy. She gripped him with it, squeezed him and began to softly moan. She closed her eyes and her body danced to her own melody; all three men stood motionless, transfixed by her, sucked in to her every move like bees to nectar. She reclined back, raising up her legs so her feet were planted on the table and arms and hands back holding her up like a crab. She bounced her ass against his pelvis ramming his cock in her pussy. She knew they couldn't move, couldn't take their eyes off her performance and her clit swelled at the thought. She was spiriting them away to her, imprinting their minds with the images of her sensuality. Carmine realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled the words without thinking.

  "Goddess."

  She opened her eyes, smiled at him and then lay back against Sams legs, pulling his rigid cock against the walls of her pussy. She reached up and took Carmine's cock in her hand and guided it back to her mouth, sucking and licking him further into a place he had not yet been. Carmine reached down with his long muscular arm between her legs, and rubbed her clit tenderly. She sucked harder, moved faster along the base of his cock. Then he caught her by surprise and open hand slapped her pussy, almost like a spanking. A sharp pain shot through her and then tremendous pleasure. She gasped and looked up open mouthed at Carmine's dizzying eyes. He spanked her pussy again, the rubbed it softly, teasing it.

  He pushed her back to her original position and watched the gratitude spread across Sam's face.

  "Fausto...darselos." He commanded.

  Faustino smiled broadly and scooted forward to her face. His ball hung above Sam's nose and he watched his beautiful girlfriend open her mouth and let the dark cock slide inside. Sam began to pound her furiously, slamming into her pussy again. He yearned for her to show him the attention he craved. Faustino spoke softly to her, whispering lyrics of spanish like a lullaby, encouraging her perfect lips and tongue to continue their affections on his cock. Sam worked harder, moving his hands over her body, his mouth kissing every inch of skin he could, finding any small glimmers of sweat and planting his mouth over it. She had two cocks tantalizing her and she ached for him, ached for Carmine. Faustino's cock was down her throat so deep, Sam's a ram-rod against her dripping cunt and her body was trembling from pleasure but she could not come to an orgasm. Now, she knew. She knew what he was doing. Carmine allowed her to be manhandled, fucked and pounded by these two magnificent men after he had brought her to the brink of a climax all by himself, one that rumbled in her deeper than she had ever felt before, and yet, now, with these two men, orgasm eluded her. She fucked Sam back, hard, urging herself on to an orgasm that she knew was out of her reach. She gripped Faustino's hips and pulled him to her. He obliged, taking his cock out only to allow her to suck on his balls. Had she never known Carmine, never felt his body, his powerful arms and chest, never felt him inside her, she would have cum several time by now.

  She felt a hand on her ass. It felt so big, his fingers curling across her cheeks and almost touching her back. Her heart quickened, blood began to boil and course through her veins with an adrenaline that seemed to light her skin on fire. A second hand found her other cheek and both squeezed gently. She moaned for him to continue. She bounced her cheeks on Sam, reached back with one hand and pulled herself apart, spreading her ass for him. She felt his thumb push against her hole and circle it slowly. She moaned for him again, gurgling on the cock stopping the sound. Carmine crawled on the table, stood above her, straddling her hips. He bent his knees and aimed his cock for her little ass.

  "Yes...yes...please, please, Carmine...I need it...I need you...I need your cock...please fuck me. I'll do whatever you want...I'll be whatever you want me to be..." He pushed his cock inside, slowly, allowing her to moan deeply.

  "Baby, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I will fuck you like you need me to, and treat your little body like my own little slut." He pushed farther in, half way, and kneaded her ass. Sam could feel the size of the cock pushing against the vaginal wall and slammed himself as far inside her as he could. He flexed inside her, expanding his head. She let out a little gasp, biting her lip from grinning.

  "Oh yes...please fuck me like that! I'm such a dirty fucking little whore...give it to me! Give me your fucking cock, Carmine...fuck my ass and make me moan for you!"

  Carmine pushed inside until his balls touched back of her pussy, the hairs raised and tingling her.

  "MOTHERFUCKER!" she bellowed. Carmine stretched her out so far...her little ass began to quiver. Sam pounded her pussy, thrusting it inside her with all the power he had left. He was determined not to lose the affection of this woman to some beach boy masseuse. Faustino, rubbed the end of his cock all over her face, past her lips, across her nose, making her smell him, smell the semen beading across him. Carmine reached up and took her hair again, pulling her head back and began to fuck her ass with power and measured strokes. He rocked the table, all four of them perched on top, shaking it beneath them with each thrust. Carmine held himself in place with a massive hand on the small of her back, keeping her ass arched for him to fuck her right. Faustino, stood, leveling his cock with her face and held her head behind her neck, guiding her mouth to him. She stroked his cock, feeling it surge and swell. His load was coming and she needed to taste him all over again. "C'mon, baby, she taunted him....you gonna cum for me again...put it all over my face...put it in my mouth... I wanna taste your cum." Faustino held his jerking cock and let it shoot across her mouth and chin. She swallowed his cock, letting him spurt into her mouth. Her tongue lazily licked up the dripping cock from around her mouth, then sucking a fading Faustino and listened to him moan.

  Sam could feel himself coming and began to grunt a familiar tune to Ms. Baur. She looked down at him, and teased, "You, too? C'mon baby...you like watching me get fucked like a damn fucking whore, don't you...you set me up for this. How does my pussy feel...? Huh...? You like it?"

  "Yes, baby...you're so fucking good...I love that little pussy of yours...so tight on my cock..." He jerked against her...held his cock and let himself explode inside. She gasped loudly, "YEESSSS....OH SHIT THAT FEELS SO GOOD, SAM....OHHHH YES...KEEP GOING...KEEP CUMMING SAM!" Her encouragement sent him into a fit of hammering that made his ball slap her pussy with a pop-pop-popping noise. She moaned eagerly, then reached back and slapped her own ass, looking at Carmine.

  She knew he was there too, and her orgasm she wanted to perfectly coincide with his. Her hips bucked and she begged him with her eyes, pouted and hung her bottom lip out, "c'mon baby...come fuck your little whore good....fuck this dirty slut....that's it..stick that fat fucking cock deep in my...OOOHHH...deep in my ass...give it to me...yes...give it to me...that's right...that's right...FUCK that's good...you like to watch that cock fucking my ass, don't you..." Carmine fucked her harder, pounding her ass. "Yes, baby...c'mon Carmine...spank my ass..." SMACK, his hand landed hard against her cheek. "OOOHH FUCK! Yes...Spank my ass and pull my fucking hair!" She had to strain her eyes at the pull. She was being bent into a sharp angle and mighty Carmine pounded her ass hard. Her orgasm came with a shuddering deep rumble from a depth she had not known. As Carmine began to jerk and swear under his breath, began to moan with the swelling of his cock, her body began to shake uncontrollably. Carmine exploded inside her and her body leapt at the pleasure. She lost her breath, could not moan, couldn't speak as the orgasm twisted her body and insides. They fell to the table, lying next to and on top of Sam and Faustino, their chests falling and rising with considerable strain. Her eyes closed, she could see the tiny popping of lights against her eyelids and she felt like she was could see herself in miniature detail, like she was looking down from some strange distance above. Her body felt dizzy and her legs shook.

  "Carmine...please....that...was...." she breathed ra
ggedly, "...that was...Ohhhmmmmmm"

  "Yes. You are." Carmine replied.

  The End.

  A Good Deed

  Imagine my surprise when after all this time and trying to get your attention, we finally got to talk a bit and even though you say the word 'coffee' like you're a native New Yorker (sounds like cawfee), I was smitten by your easy smile, quick laugh and not to mention your love of fitness, which showed. I sure noticed that aspect.

  After weeks and months of talking socially and swapping innocent emails, I couldn't help but wonder if you had some of the same feelings for me as I did for you. Interest, lust, curiosity. Not necessarily in that order.

  Imagine my surprise again, when I bumped into you at the grocery store, shopping for the regular stuff. Your are the cook, shopper, care-giver for your only daughter. Your ex is somewhere in Pennsylvania. Is there someone else in your life? Do you have a man with you, a significant other? When was the last time you had sex? These were all questions I was dying to ask, but that would represent a step closer to the line of inappropriateness, which is a slippery slope indeed.

  Once again, fate and surprise—or surprise and then fate—would intervene when a few weeks later I ran into you at the neighborhood hardware store, shopping for some light bulbs, wires, and a couple other assorted tools. A handyman to boot (or handywoman as it were).

  "Some upcoming housework on the agenda for the weekend?" I offered.

  "Someone has to do it because it doesn't get done itself."

  I notice a couple flood light bulbs in the basket of goods, and they were of the indoor and outdoor varieties.

  "Are you going to climb up on those ladders, like way up in the air?"

  "That's where the lights are," was your reply, with just a little sarcasm. No doubt that's were some lights are...

  "That's how people fall and break things. Cleaning gutters and changing lightbulbs. And before you know it, the ladder slips, or a bee stings you or some similar instantaneous tragedy." I had some experience with some people taking some major falls and some major injuries.

  Your look was not impressed by my statement of the obvious.

  "And how do you propose those light bulbs get changed to ward off the evils that come in the night?"

  "I call someone...there's bound to be someone you know who can climb up there...a fireman, gutter cleaner and the like."

  "That just costs money. I've done it myself for years. And see? Nothing broken."

  "I have seen that many times at the gym," I state, again the obvious, but stealing a chance to acknowledge your very fit legs and gluteal region muscles.

  "I'm glad someone notices...it's not easy these days."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, all the good guys are taken. So a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

  "You mean around the house and all," not quite grasping the innuendo, pointing to the basket of housework coming up in your weekend plans.

  "Whatever it takes," was your reply, and with a sly smile, and finally I picked up the meaning, a bit slow on the uptake.

  "Ah ha...indeed so. That's most, um, unfortunate." I think I blushed, which I had thought would not be easy to get me to do.

  "It's a common modern problem, and I've learned to cope." I think that's the most intimate thing you've shared with me.

  "Like you said, you gotta do what you gotta do. We've all been there." I peeked around the aisle of the store to be sure some busybody wasn't listening in on this interesting conversation.

  "Like when you hurt your elbow, right?" You said, with a very serious face.

  "Huh?" Again, slow on the uptake.

  "Like your friend said how much you couldn't do when you hurt your right elbow a few months ago. We all joked it was from too much something and you assured us that the cause was something else and that you were capable of all needed daily activities. Remember?"

  "Oh year, I remember that. Funny."

  "We all got a good kick out of that one. Girls are not so prudish as you might think. We can get a bit raunchy. Probably a lot like the guys do when you're watching football or playing golf or fishing or what ever you guys do when you're out and about."

  "We just drink and brag about how many times we got laid the week before. And then we all just divide the number by half or more...depending on the girlfriend/spouse involved. And in the case of that guy you mentioned, we just divide by zero, because the answer is zero."

  "I figured. Us girls just shop and buy makeup and shoes."

  "Yeah, right. You even admitted there's more going on than that. What do you girls really talk about when you're together and having drinks?"

  "Well, why don't you come over for a coffee and I'll tell you." You said coffee normally this time....perhaps the Yankee in you comes out only once in a while. "And perhaps you can help me with a couple of these light bulbs? There are two in the inside stairwell, that are still hard for me to get to."

  "I'd love the coffee, but I ain't getting up 20 feet on those ladders. I can do some of the inside ones, but I like my legs just the way they are. NOT broken."

  "Not to worry. I've done these inside ones before, but there's one that I can hardly reach, and you're taller, so it should be easy with the step ladder I have. It'll be safe...I promise."

  "OK. Show me the way."

  And with that and my good Samaritan intent, I followed you out of the hardware store, and in a couple minutes, got to your house.

  Once inside, I looked around and saw a neat, organized and well appointed house.

  "Where's your daughter?" I asked, following you around from the side door to the kitchen and then towards the stairs.

  "She's with friends for the weekend."

  "Growing up aren't they?"

  "It's unbelievable. Seems like just a short time ago, she was a little kid. Now she's going on 18, even though she's only 13."

  "Just wait until the drivers' license thing...that's a whole new spin on worry."

  "I am not looking forward to that time, that's for sure. Come on this way...the light I need help with is down here."

  I follow you down the hall, and can't help but appreciate the view that though I've seen and enjoyed many times in the gym, this setting was infinitely more interesting and erotic, because it was in your home and more you. Your perfume, your home, your smell. But there was a task to do and I was making some serious leaps of imagination. Just couldn't help it though. Your flowing brown hair and your smell and inside your home were really quite enticing. But I was here to help with the house chores, remember? That's what I kept telling myself.

  Anyhow, I waited a moment for you to get a step ladder and followed you to the stair well where there was a set of lights 12' up from the landing.

  "Here's the one I can barely reach. Do you think you can change these lights? I leave them on at night for safety."

  "Sure...let me see if I can reach." I pulled the ladder underneath the lights and climbed to the second from the top step, just a bit teetering, but seemed stable with you holding the ladder.

  I reached up as high as I could reach, and could barely unscrew the light bulb at the top of my outstretched arm. The first bulb came out without troubles and then you handed me a bulb to insert. No problem. Two more to do.

  The second one also changed without troubles. The third one somehow was a bit stuck, and as I reached out yet more to try to apply a bit more force to unscrew the bulb, I felt my left leg slip and then the balance of the ladder was upset and in a strange slow-motion tragic cinema, the ladder started toppling and I was slipping at the same time losing balance. In the brief second between considering hanging on to the suspended light and falling 5-6 feet, I opted to try my luck at the latter, and tried to find a way to fall safely.

  You held on to the ladder, thinking that would stop my imbalance, but it seemed to secure my legs from my swaying body, and I fell awkwardly to the stairwell landing, feeling a pain in my hip as I hit the ground and then I don't remember much at
all.

  When I came to, my leg was throbbing and the left side of my head felt like I was hit by a brick. I don't know how much time had passed or how I came to be laying propped up against the back of the sofa, but that's my next memory.

  "What happened?" I managed to croak, trying to grasp the situation.

  "You fell and hit your head and your leg. I managed to get you down to the sofa here. How do you feel? That was so scary."

  I could see the concern in your eyes, and I felt some ice on the side of my head, and another one on the front of my hip. "I saw you hit your head on the wall, but then I saw some bleeding from your hip. Must have been how you hit the step of the ladder when you fell.

  Now my head was starting to clear, and though with a bit of a headache, I looked down and saw my pants open and an ice pack also under the waistband of my underwear. There was some bleeding from a cut there, but as I looked under the ice pack, I saw a cut that wasn't too bad and mostly superficial.

  "That's odd...I just don't remember a couple moments since I fell. That part I remember."

  "I'm just so sorry. I thought it was within reach and that I was holding the ladder safely for you. I feel terrible."

  "It's really not that bad. Just a bump and a scrape. How did you get me from the stairs to the sofa?"

  "I just kind of dragged you. You were mostly out, but somehow I got you down the stairs."

  "That's pretty good for a woman to drag a man. All that working out comes in handy after all."

  "I guess so. I just feel so terrible." The unusual situation was dawning on me, sitting here with my pants open on your sofa, with you next to me, and you holding an ice pack to my head, and also at the front of my hip, tending very tenderly to my injuries. It really wasn't that bad. A headache to be sure, but I was beginning to enjoy the circumstances somehow. Maybe this wasn't such a bad accident after all. A bump and a scrape. And who knows what else? Nothing broken I could tell that much after all.