by T West
I could see Dale looking at my chest whenever he thought I wasn’t watching. We made polite family chit-chat throughout dinner, with Mom and Dad asking us all about college, and our plans for Christmas. As we were eating, Dale jumped slightly, making a yelping sound.
“Are you ok honey?” asked Mom, obviously concerned.
“Umm, yes,” Dale stammered. “I just got a little bit of potato stuck in my throat,” he said, blushing.
“Oh no! Here,” I said, leaning over the table so far that he could see down my shirt, “Have some water.” I filled his glass from the jug, trying not to smile. I knew that Marie was rubbing her foot against his leg. I stifled another smile when Marie’s hand disappeared under the table and Dale’s blush deepened.
After dinner, we sat together in the lounge for a while, until Marie said she was tired, and went up to bed. She smiled at Dale before she went, and it was only fifteen minutes before he made his excuses and went to bed.
I waited another fifteen or so minutes myself, before kissing my Mom and stepfather on the cheek and saying I was going to bed too. I crept up the stairs, stomach churning in anticipation. When I reached my bedroom door, I paused, listening for voices.
“What if Lucy comes upstairs? This is her room.” I heard my brother’s voice, low and husky.
“What if she does?” said Marie
“She’ll find us… you know,” he said, his voice a little more urgent now.
“Maybe she’ll want to play too,” said Marie, teasingly. I put my hand on the door and opened it just a crack, very slowly so that it didn’t make a sound. Through the crack I could see Dale, naked, his muscular back to me and his head back slightly. Marie was crouched between his legs, her small hands pumping his cock expertly. I licked my lips at the sight of his cock. Long and thick, with a bulbous head. My, he really had grown. My pussy tingled with anticipation, and I slid a hand down the front of my jeans, rubbing gently at my hardened nub and trying to hold in my gasps of pleasure.
“Would you like that?” asked Marie. “If Lucy joined us? Would you enjoy fucking your sister?”
Dale groaned, his cock twitching in Marie’s grasp, and a silvery drop of pre-cum escaped from the head of his cock. I licked my lips again, imagining the musky taste of it.
“I… I… Yes, oh god yes I want to fuck her,” He gasped, bucking his hips as Marie pumped his cock.
I opened the door more now, and crept into the room as quietly as I could, closing the door gently behind me. I slipped off my clothes while Dale still had his back to me, and moved over to the bed. Marie smiled, and stood up when she saw me.
“Don’t stop,” said Dale, pleadingly. Then he noticed me, and his eyes widened. I’d thought his cock was already hard, but at the sight of me it twitched and stiffened further, until it stood like a steel rod between his legs, still glistening with pre-cum. I got to my knees and took it into my mouth, running my tongue against the smooth head. The taste of him was delicious, musky and salty and I craved more. His hands touched the back of my head, gently encouraging my mouth further along his dick. I moaned in pleasure as I felt Marie’s small hands gently part my slickened folds and my pussy clenched against the fingers that she inserted into me.
Dale’s cock was so long and thick that I wasn’t sure I could get it all into my mouth. It stretched my mouth to its limits as I felt it touch the back of my throat. My pussy throbbed and clenched tighter around Marie’s fingers as I imagined my brother’s cock stretching my pussy, filling me completely.
Dale’s breathing was coming harder and faster now, and I removed his dick from my mouth and pushed him back until he was lying on the bed. I straddled him, my pussy hovering just inches above his cock.
“If I let you fuck me, you’ll be the first one to put his cock in my tight little pussy,” I told him. “Will you be worth it?”
“Yes,” he moaned, his hands reaching out and gripping my hips, guiding me down onto his enormous shaft. Marie settled in my chair, legs splayed and her fingers working her pussy furiously. Watching her hands move against her dark pink folds heightened my arousal, and I allowed Dale to guide me onto his cock, my quivering slit parting easily for him as he impaled me.
I felt a sharp pain as I lowered onto him and I gasped. “Are you ok?” He asked, stroking my hair.
“Oh, god, yes,” I said, letting my body slide down him until he was buried in me to the hilt, the exquisite fullness was almost enough to push me over the edge.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, as he thrust slowly. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me that was like nothing I had ever experienced. Sweat beaded on both our bodies as we bucked and thrust together, moving closer towards climax. We writhed and pushed and pulled each other into euphoria as I rode, responding to each other’s excitement.
Abruptly, Dale pulled me off him and spun me around. I was crudely bent over on the bed, on all fours, truly in heat, my no longer virgin pussy winking at my brother. With the soles of his feet firmly on the mattress, Dale squatted down behind me. His massive dick pressed against me, but this time from the back. This new angle let him plunge in even deeper, the head rubbing my g-spot just right, until my frustrated pussy oozed love juice onto the bed beneath us. Heavy balls banged against my clit, as his cock filled and fucked me perfectly.
I groaned and felt shrill injections of excitement bounce inside me. Dale was certainly enjoying himself, a vacuum-like pressure around his girth that gripped his cock as snug as a spandex glove.
Marie looked on as the two of us created an amazing energy, and sensed that she could lend a helping hand, or a helping tongue. She crawled round to the back of Dale, outstretched her neck and started to lick and suck on my brother’s balls from behind. I was still getting pounded hard, and Dale’s steady pumps meant acquiring the stud’s balls in her mouth was quite a challenge. But with a good bit of timing and a little bit of luck she managed to capture the bouncing orbs inside her cute mouth, and away she sucked.
Suddenly he stopped pounding me, and I cried out in dismay.
“We’re not using any protection,” he said, “Are you taking any contraceptives?”
“No,” I gasped, “And I don’t care. I want to feel your hot cum inside of me Dale. Fill your little sister up with your cream.”
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and thrust again, harder than before. He pulled my hair back tightly and I felt his cock throb and jerk inside me. Marie’s teeth against Dale’s sack was the finishing touch, this sudden thrill raising the temperature to new heights.
My pussy squeezed and milked him, ready for his load. I felt a magnificent sensation, a racing surge of jizz that sprayed inside me like a hosepipe, filling me up. The force inside me was extreme, a spurting hammering rush of seed that flowed into my fertile body, coating my insides. I felt the hot sperm filling me up, warming me up. It felt great inside me. I came moments later, squirting down the shaft and splattering the bedsheets.
The sperm blindly made their way, swimming inside me. They only had one way to go, and they knew their destination. They made their way there as Marie removed her lips from the emptied sack and my brother dismounted, withdrawing his softening dick.
I sat down on my ass, opened my legs and looked down to admire the cream-pie as it trickled. “Jesus. You really knocked me up. Good and hard.”
Marie sat back down on the chair and let out a little cry as her fingers plunged into her wetness. I collapsed against Dale’s strong chest and watched her as she came, her pussy flooding her hands with her sweet juice.
“Happy Thanksgiving, brother,” I whispered, as I started to think of what exactly I could give him for Christmas…
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Steamy Erotica Story 10
“ H oly smoke!” She couldn’t believe that the thing had actually worked! After twelve years of research and building it, her expertise and a team of scientists working round the clock, Angelica was now living proof that it was in fact possible.
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p; She stood in the Time Pod, deeply proud of herself and excited about what awaited her when she opened the vacuum-sealed door of the contraption. She had lost her husband years ago – he had been taken from her way too soon. College sweethearts that had just gotten married, about to enjoy the rest of their lives together. But now she could finally see him again and relive her fondest – and wildest times – the very thought of his firm hand on her fleshy seat making her mind race as the memories of kinky times past ran through her subconscious like a delicious stream.
She shut her eyes and his vivid image was clear as day, it was as if he had never died. He was a jock in college, but a nice jock – he could have had any girl he wanted, and regularly did satisfy many of the cheerleader team before he had started dating Angelica. He had been completely monogamous and faithful to her from the moment they first touched – his dick was for her and her only.
It was such a cruel twist that he had been taken from her, but now, after what felt like an eternity of longing, she was going to embrace him again.
At 35, Angelica still looked great, although she did wonder whether she’d still be attractive to him. She had done everything in her power to keep her voluptuous body as trim as possible, those late nights sweating it out at her home gym after working on the Pod all day had sure paid off. Her scientist uniform snugly clinging to her large full breasts and her wide shapely hips as she stood there, about to open the door - she knew that she had obviously aged since her mid-twenties, but in a good way, she thought. She certainly had a plethora of guys lining up willing to date – and desperate to screw – her, but she had resisted all of their charms, for she was waiting for Jack, her sweetheart, the man she had lost her virginity to.
She opened her eyes, removed her steamed-up spectacles from her cute nose and wiped them on her scientist’s whites before perching them back on their resting place, her green eyes now open and alert, her pale complexion taught with her black hair tied back in a bun. She’d glam up when she saw Jack again, that was for sure, but for now she would work her magic in her work clothes - something she had inadvertently done on many occasions as the oodles of geeky scientists at the lab had proved by needing to relieve themselves in the men’s room with a quick lunchtime hand-job after a morning trying not to leer at Angelica’s straining cleavage.
Her well-manicured fingers punched in the security door key-code and she waited, her body patient but her heart anxious and excited, her freshly-shaven pussy moistening beneath her white thong. She visualized the door opening before her and Jack being right there on their front porch, just how she had programmed the Time Pod, and she couldn’t wait.
***
The door slid open, loudly clicking and whirring as it did so, and she was greeted not with the sight that she had expected to see and hoped for, but instead with quite the opposite. For there were no picket fences, well-groomed bushes, perfectly painted colorful houses, or any other familiar scenes of the suburbs, but instead she was greeted by large boulders, gravelly ground and the occasionally scattered bare tree. “Where the hell?!”
Nervous and confused, in disbelief, Angelica stepped out of the Time Pod as the creeping realization of where the goddam machine had actually taken her was beginning to dawn on her. There was no hint of modern life anywhere, and certainly no hint of Jack.
Her black leather boots touched the stony floor, the cool wind causing her nipples to stand to attention, proud as they jutted into the white cotton of their constricting garment. Looking around, there was nothing familiar in sight at all – not one house, not one street, not even one human. A dark sinking feeling grew in her gut as the horrendous thought of being truly alone and truly lost, started to sneak into her soul.
Bravely and determinedly, she drew a deep breath of the cold air; she puffed out her heaving chest, held her head high and started to walk – reassuring herself that there must be someone around here somewhere. Knowing that the Pod could only achieve one Time Jump per 24 hours (she built it after all) – she didn’t have much choice but to stay here in this desolate place for the time being. If the worst came to the worst and there truly was nothing here, she’d just sleep in the Pod – although she really wasn’t keen on that idea because it was only just spacious enough for a human to stand, if she was going to sleep there she’d have to sleep sitting up.
After walking for about ten minutes across the baron wasteland, Angelica came across a cluster of large rocks and boulders. She walked a little nearer and discovered that there were several openings in the rocky surroundings, slightly lower than doorway height but nonetheless leading somewhere. Too dim to see inside from where she stood, she stepped nearer and peered inside the craggy opening in an attempt to discover what was inside and who, if anyone, had made the makeshift doorways.
As she peered she could hear strange slurping noises coming from deep within. Curious, the feisty scientist lowered her head and stepped inside, treading softy, trying to mask the audible crunch her heavy boots made on the scattered pebbles. Turning a corner in the dank tunnel, she peered round the stony corner and her eyes widened as she could see a burning log fire. Her heart raced as through the flickering shadows of the cave walls she made out what was going on – it was a scene that shocked her to her very core!
There were four cavewomen, their hair shaggy and long, their clothes tattered rags, barefoot and legs unshaven. One was lying on her back, legs spread, with another crouched between her thick thighs, head bobbing and eagerly lapping at the full hairy bush of the never-groomed snatch. Here, she licked earnestly whilst on all fours, with another cavewoman behind her also on all fours, her neck outstretched and her tongue darting out in an eager attempt to poke the awaiting anus of the second cavewoman. Here, she licked enthusiastically, her wet tongue probing the tiny starfish. Whilst the first woman was on her back having her bushy plate eaten, a fourth cavewoman was straddling her face, squatting down like a powerlifter, lowering her also-hairy pussy-pie onto the awaiting mouth and tongue of the orgy centerpiece who responded in kind by keenly licking the lowered pussy with a sense of urgency.
Shocked at this time-travelling discovery of wanton all-female orgy lust, Angelica stepped one step closer, her steel-cap breaking a small rock beneath her and causing a crunching echo to vibrate into the depths of the cave and the unwashed eardrums of the four sex-feasting women.
All four women looked up, their simple-minded expressions mixed with a dumb-founded look of surprise and anger, their furrowing mono-brows lowering. The anus licking cavewoman spoke first whilst locking eyes with the beautiful scientist. “Ooga booga. Ooga booga.”
Never forgetting her manners, Angelica responded. “Oh, sorry to have disturbed you. I’ll be on my way. Please, continue!”
About to leave and sprint out of there to the safety of the Time Pod Angelica turned and ran, when out of the corner of her eye she caught glimpse of the four beastly females getting to their feet. As she sprinted down the twisting snaking cave entrance with the bright light of day ahead of her she could hear the four giving chase, grunting like savages as they set barefoot after their uninvited visitor.
She was unsure what they wanted, but she sure wasn’t going to stick around to find out. Angelica picked up speed, the taught white fabric of her uniform stretching to the point of tearing as it strained across the globes of her buttocks.
***
Once out of the cave and into daylight, the four women started gaining on her, their bare feet impervious to the unforgiving stony floor as they continued to give chase. Realizing that her Pod was some way off, Angelica spotted another cave ahead of her, and not wanting to give these crazed woman a hint to the whereabouts of her Pod, she decided to head straight into the unknown opening of the newfound cave.
No sooner had she ran inside than she was greeted with a choice, as the narrow winding corridors split into two directions - left or right.
“Left is best, but right is right,” she whispered to herself out of breath, realizing that
her choice was no clearer now. So, she chose the right-handed fork, hearing the confused murmurings of the cavewomen behind her choosing the left fork.
Out of breath and panicked, Angelica saw a sight that terrified her to her very soul. There, in the depths of the dank cave, was the Queen of the Cave. Although she was grubby and disheveled, there was something strangely attractive about her. Her long tangled hair fell down in a mop, the split-ends grazing the tops of her bare shoulders. Her clothes were made up of rags, covering her full round breasts and groin area. She was grubby, but through the dirt Angelica could clearly make out her well-defined muscles that represented her clear strength.
The Queen of the Cave was tall for a woman, about 6ft1, and as they locked eyes Angelica found herself strangely drawn to her; there was a stagnant electricity in the air. With no one else in this particular part of the cave, Angelica summoned the bravery within her to ask the Queen of the Cave of her whereabouts. “Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could tell me where I am please? I seem to have lost my way.”
The Queen of the Cave’s previous expression of thoughtfulness was dramatically replaced with stupor, as her eyebrows lowered and her bottom lip protruded. “Ooga booga. Ooga booga.”
Jesus, I’m really not going to get any sense out of anyone around here. I’m off to the Time Pod , Angelica thought, and with that, turned her back to the Queen of the Cave and began to walk away.
No sooner had she turned and began to walk than she heard footsteps on the stone floor behind her, and a strong hand reached round and covered her mouth. Frozen still and unable to scream, Angelica stood there motionless as the Queen of the Cave grabbed her, wrapping her strong arms around her.
Flashbacks of Jack spun through her mind as she was reminded of how she ended up here in the first place, and the unbelievable contrast of her intentions of meeting Jack again and her current situation of being here in this cavewoman’s grasp struck her. Before she knew it she was dragged to a nearby boulder that was situated in the centre of the cave.