by Mia Ford
The shower was steaming as I slid the plastic curtain to the side and stepped into the tub to join him. Shane was already wet and already hard. He had the soap in his hand, lathering his body and his cock, getting it ready for me. I closed the shower curtain and pressed into him, my lips on his, our tongues dueling, hot and wet.
I couldn’t help but wonder what Shane’s parents would have said if they knew one day their son would be fucking me in their shower. His mother would have been disgusted and his old man mad as hell. The thought made me smile. I hated Shane’s parents for what they had done to him. I hoped they were both spinning in their graves as I drove their son wild in their shower.
“Hot enough for you?” Shane asked as he soaped up his hands and swirled the suds around my bulbous tits. My nipples plumped at his touch, like strawberry gumdrops that were dying to be sucked. He rolled my nipples under his thumbs and I moaned in delight.
His cock was like a stiff arm between us. It was nearly eleven inches long (yes, I had measured it), arrow straight and hard as a rock and round as a golf ball. I was tall and thin, but I could only take about half of his monster cock inside my pussy. That was enough to drive me crazy and it seemed to do the job for Shane. His long cock was great for blowjobs because I could deep throat half of it while milking the shaft with my hand. It drove Shane nuts, what he called my “magic blowjobs”.
The tip of his cock pressed into my bellybutton. I cupped his tight balls with one hand and wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his cock with my soapy palm underneath the shaft, sliding back and forth, back and forth, slowly as my fingers gently kneaded his balls.
“Mmm… that feels good…” Shane brought his hands up to cup my cheeks and kissed me, softly at first, just the lips, no tongue, then the passion rose and his mouth attacked mine, as if he were trying to devour me. My tongue swirled around his. His tongue drove deep into my mouth. I suctioned my lips around his tongue and sucked it like a chubby cock, sucking in and out, in and out. He moaned in my mouth.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I asked, his cock sliding back and forth along my palm. I felt it grow even harder in my hand; so hard it looked like the muscle might split the skin. His balls twitched in my hand. He loved my hand jobs.
“Yes,” he said, leaning back against the wall and bracing his feet so he wouldn’t slip and fall. He pressed his shoulders and palms to the wall and pushed out his hips, making his cock look even longer. “Suck it, baby… suck my big cock…”
I smiled and reached for the shower head to wash the soap off his cock and balls. I loved the taste of Shane’s cock in my mouth, but not so much a mouthful of soap. I rinsed him off with the shower head, then got to my knees in front of him with my hands back on his cock and balls.
“Is that what you like, baby?” I asked.
“Yes… oh yes…”
“I know you do…” I caressed his balls with one hand while I held his cock in the other. I pushed his cock back against his flat stomach so I could lick the underside of the shaft. My tongue went from the base to the slit and back. Shane growled like a caged animal dying to be set free. His ball sack was soft from the heat. I licked his balls for a moment, then took the skin between my lips and sucked on it as my hand slid up and down his cock.
“Yes… fuck… that’s… amazing…” Shane moaned. “Magic… blowjob…”
“How about this?” I slid my fingers under his balls and across his taint until the tip of my index finger was at his asshole. He was still slick and soapy back there. I felt him flex his asshole against my finger, giving me the sign that it was fine to come on in. The tip of my finger slid right in. I could feel Shane’s muscles tighten around my finger.
“Yes…” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes… that’s it…”
I knew exactly what he liked. Shane loved to have his asshole fingered while I sucked his cock. And I was happy to oblige. I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly leaned in until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I had perfected the “deep throat” on Shane way back in high school. I hadn’t had much chance to practice while he was gone. It was nice to know that some talents never go away. My little bag of tricks still sent Shane over the moon.
As I slowly slid Shane’s cock in and out of my mouth as far as it would go, my soapy finger probed his asshole. To the first knuckle… the next… all the way in… I moved my finger around his prostate and Shane literally gasped.
“Fuck… yeah… fuck… right there… holy… shit…”
I smiled up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was so fucking huge. It was like deep throating a giant sausage. My finger worked his ass and prostate while my hand and mouth worked his cock. Who knew I was so coordinated? Shane’s entire body tensed. His asshole clenched around my finger, making it tighter and tighter for me to invade.
“I want you… I want to fuck you…” Shane said, reaching for me, wiggling his fingers. “I want to fuck your sweet pussy… NOW…”
“Yes, sir, Captain Mavic,” I said with a grin. I would have saluted him if my hands hadn’t been so full. I gave his cock a final kiss and let him push my finger from his ass. He helped me to my feet and pulled me close. I gave him a dreamy look. “How to you want me?”
“From behind,” he said, swallowing hard, breathless, his cock sliding up my belly, his balls pressed against my bare pussy. “I want your ass and your pussy… I want them both… now…”
“Mmmm, surprise…” I turned my back to him and braced my palms against the wall. I stood on my tiptoes with my back flat and my ass out. Shane took the soap and rubbed circles around my ass and pussy, which was already hot and dripping and ready to play. He dipped his fingers inside my cunt and they came out oily and wet. He used my pussy juices to lube up my ass.
“Pussy first,” he said, setting the soap aside and digging his fingers into my hips. I smiled at him from over my shoulder and took a deep breath. He positioned his stiff cock so the round head pressed to my hole without needing a hand. He slid the head in slowly. I could feel my hole stretching to accommodate his girth as he impaled me, first one inch, then another, then another. When the head of his cock hit my cervix, he stopped and slowly pulled away, then slid back in again.
“Fuck… baby… your big cock… feels so… fuck... does my pussy… feel good… to you…”
“Yeah… baby…” Shane said, his hips moving in and out in a steady rhythm. “Your pussy is so fucking… tight…”
I let my head hang and closed my eyes. My big tits swayed on my chest. I stood on my tiptoes to give him a better angle. My entire body was on fire, ignited by the heat from my cunt, the friction from Shane’s cock shooting sparks all through me. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm was shuddering through me, vibrating me to my bones, so hot it made me shiver. I could feel his cock all the way into my chest, into my throat. With a long moan I exploded, gushing, shooting hot juices all over his cock and balls.
“Yeah… that’s it...” Shane said, quickening the pace to heighten my orgasm. “Cum for me, baby… cum for me…”
“Yes…” I hissed like a snake as the orgasm rocked my world. I came again. And again. And again. My pussy was like a raging river that no dam could hold back. When the orgasm was finally over, I glanced back at him and smiled.
I whispered to him, breathless. “Now… fuck me in the ass…”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shane said, slowly pulling his cock from my pussy. It was sad to see him go. He held his cock in his hand and swirled the slick head around my asshole to lube me up. He put the tip of his cock to my ass and waited for me to give him the nod.
“Slowly, baby…” I said, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The first time we tried butt fucking it hurt like hell. As they say, practice makes perfect. I had learned how to let him fuck my ass without hurting me. I would hold the breath as his cock head slid in, then let it out slowly to relax my muscles as several inches of his shaft went into my tightest space.
“Yes…
” Shane sighed as the head of his cock slid into my ass. I slowly released the breath and relaxed my anal muscles. His cock was so lubed from my pussy that it slid right in. My entire body tingled, like I had touched an electric fence. It’s hard to explain, but taking it up my ass was almost as big a turn on for me as taking it in the pussy. The nerves were different, the ass was supposed to be an exit not an entrance, but somehow it was all tied together down there for me. My pussy started flowing as Shane slowly worked his cock in and out of my ass.
“Fuck… so… fucking tight…” Shane moaned. “Can’t hold back long…”
“Don’t hold back, baby,” I said. “It’s okay. Fuck me hard… fuck me good and hard…”
With my permission, Shane tightened his grip on my hips and started fucking my ass faster, being careful not to go in too far. I pressed my palms to the shower wall and groaned with delight. There was a little pain, but it was sweet pain, like “fifty fucking shades of Shane” sweet.
“Yes… yes… yes…” Shane was going to pop.
“Now… baby… put your cock in my pussy!”
Shane didn’t skip a beat. In one quick motion, he pulled his cock from my ass and slid it into my gushing pussy. He dug his fingers into my hips and started slamming into me. By entire body jarred from his thrusts. My tits swayed on my chest. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the little shower stall.
“Cumming…” Shane moaned. “Fuck… cumming…”
“Cum with me, baby,” I said. “Cum with me…”
We came together, our bodies jerking, slipping, sliding. Sometimes I was amazed that we don’t slip and break our necks. That would have been a sight for the EMTs who came to rescue us.
Shane pounded my pussy for a moment more, then thrust into me as far as he could go and moaned. I could feel his hot jizz filling my cunt as my hot juices flowed back over him. After a minute, our bodies deflated like spent balloons and we fell into each other’s arms to keep from falling over.
“Wow…” Shane said, panting like a dog. “I love showering with you.”
“I know you do baby,” I said, smiling back at him. “I know you do.”
***The End***
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Thirst
Blurb
Molly
My whole life, I’ve been a fat girl mooning after Alex Travers, my best friend’s older brother.
I never thought he would notice me.
But when he did – and oh, did he – my life turned into one explosive orgasm after another.
I knew I was falling in love with Alex. But I also knew that he’d never want someone like me – fat, shy, and boring.
Even though I was afraid of getting hurt, I couldn’t stay away from Alex. He’d popped my cherry.
But was he also going to break my heart?
Alex
On paper, I’m a firefighter.
But my real profession?
F*cking girls until they scream my name.
I’d never really noticed Molly Peters, the shy, chubby friend of my obnoxious little sister.
But learning she was a virgin turned me on more than anything. I was sick of slutty, loose women who threw themselves at me. I wanted a pure, innocent girl.
A girl I could educate in the ways of lust.
Little did I know, Molly would educate me, too.
In love.
Chapter One
Molly
“Hey, Mol – you get the answer for number four yet?”
I looked up and blinked at my best friend, Rebecca. We were sitting at the small table in our kitchen, roasting in the late-afternoon sunlight as we poured over homework.
Rebecca made a face. “No,” she said. “Ugh. This sucks, I’m so tired!”
“I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I am, too.”
“Remind me why we thought this was such a good idea again?”
I burst out laughing. “Because it is,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, are you telling me that you’d rather be out working some minimum wage job?”
“Hey,” Rebecca shot back. “I have a degree.”
“Yeah, so do I,” I said. “And before I sent in my grad school applications, the only place willing to hire me was Starbucks!”
Rebecca snickered. “I know,” she said. “It’s awful.”
“But just a few years, and then we’ll be librarians,” I said encouragingly, pushing my workbook back towards my best friend. “And that’s gonna be awesome.”
Rebecca nodded. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. “Yeah,” she said. She sighed. “God, did I tell you? My dad is still trying to get me a job at his stupid firm, even though I don’t want it.”
I frowned. “That sucks.”
Rebecca’s parents hadn’t exactly been supportive of her decision – and mine – to enroll in a master’s program for library science. Since she’d started grad school, there had been no fewer than ten attempts to get her to drop out and “get a real job,” according to her asshole of a father.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said. She sighed. “It just hurts, you know? They’ve always accepted Alex, no matter what he did. He’s the golden child.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tell me about it,” I said, trying hard not to blush at the mention of Alex’s name. Rebecca’s older brother Alex was twenty-eight, gorgeous, and the biggest asshole I’d ever met. At six years my senior, I’d been in awe of Alex ever since Rebecca and I had met in grade school. I’d always nursed a secret crush on him…and he’d always teased me. No, teased isn’t the right word. Teasing implies some kind of friendliness, some hint of warmth.
No. What Alex had done – all of the things he’d done, over the years – had been mocking me, not teasing me.
It wasn’t even close.
“Alex is a special kind of jerk,” I said to Rebecca, tossing my brown curls over one shoulder.
“God, I know,” Rebecca complained. She shook her head. “My parents just like, forgive him for everything! He can’t be stopped,” she added. “It drives me crazy.”
Now that Alex was in my head, I hated to admit it, but I was starting to feel all warm and fluttery.
“I remember the first time I met him,” I said, an unfortunate dreamy quality sneaking into my voice. “He was a jerk, even back then.”
Rebecca frowned. “What happened?”
I flushed. “Oh, it was dumb,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Rebecca nodded. “I should really be getting back to this anyway,” she said, pointing down at her work. “It’s due tomorrow.”
As Rebecca hunched over her work, I closed my eyes and thought back to the very first time I’d ever met Alex Travers.
“Hey, Molly! Over here!”
I glanced around in a panic, looking for my best friend Rebecca. We’d just started sixth grade, and it was the first year we’d be in separate classrooms. I’d been having anxiety about it all summer. My mother had basically told me to stop whining and get over it, that I’d make new friends, that maybe even it would be a good idea to put some space between Rebecca and me.
But that didn’t make me feel any better. I was a shy, nervous wallflower, just like Rebecca. We’d bonded in fourth grade, when a teacher had put us together on a project. Ever since then, we’d been close friends. I didn’t want to face the treacherous world of middle school without her.
“Hey!” I yelled. “How was your first day?”
Rebecca made a face as I pushed my way through the crowd.
“Not good,” she said when I got closer.
I sighed. “Me, neither,” I said. “I can’t believe this, it sucks so much. I wish my mom would call the school and have them put me in your class.”
“I know,” Rebecca said. She groaned. “My stupid brother is late – he’s supposed to be picking me up and taking me home. You want a ride?”
“Your brother?” My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Alex, Rebecca’s brother, was seventeen and a senior in high school. I’d never met him before, but I had seen pictures hanging in the hallway of Rebecca’s house. Alex was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. He looked just like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. Just seeing his pictures was enough to make me feel all hot and squirmy.
“Yeah, Alex,” Rebecca said, tossing her light brown hair over her shoulder and groaning. “I hate him, especially since he started driving! He thinks it makes him like, so cool, but he’s such a loser!”
“Why?” I wrinkled my nose.
“Because Mom and Dad let him get away with murder,” Rebecca said. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, then slung her My Little Pony backpack over her shoulder. I followed into the crowded hall and together, we pushed through the other kids. It was crazy – being with Rebecca always made me feel better, more confident about myself.
I had no idea how I was going to get through this year without her.
I shrugged. “I wish I had a brother,” I said, even though I was secretly happy to be an only child. “I get so lonely sometimes.”
Rebecca glared at me over the tops of her glasses. “You definitely don’t,” she said. “Having a brother sucks. It’s like, the worst thing on earth.”
Late August in New Jersey meant hot and humid days and I could barely breathe as I followed Rebecca outside. A line of cars was parked in front of the school – moms and dads hugging their kids and bundling them into the waiting cars.