by T West
“So, you would never consider anything like that?” Jemma asked.
“Are you asking me to have a threesome with you guys?”
“I don’t think it would be so out of the question. Would it?”
Stephanie smiled. She had never had sex with one person… let alone two at the same time. “I…” she began, before she was interrupted by the phone.
Jemma glanced at the handset. “It’s Brad. Do you want to take it?”
“I never want to speak to him again.” Stephanie said with gritted teeth.
Richard picked up the phone. “Hello… yeah… uh, no we haven’t seen her. I will give you a call if she shows up. Goodbye, Brad.” He hung up and turned to Stephanie. “I guess the way I look at it, you have two things to consider. Either you can wallow in your own self-pity, or you can do something about it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a little bit of revenge?”
She thought about it. That would be nice, but she didn’t know if she could have sex with Richard while Jemma watched and she definitely didn’t know if she could have sex with Jemma, her best friend.
“Here’s the deal, Steph.” Jemma said. “I could call Brad back, tell him that you stopped by and were staying here. He shows up, sees you involved with us, and gets crazy jealous. If you decide you wanted to give him another chance, you could. Otherwise, he’ll be out of your life.”
Stephanie knew that it seemed wrong, but she glanced at Richard and thought about how it would feel being with such a gorgeous man. It started to feel like a great revenge plan. “Okay…” she agreed slowly.
Jemma’s eyes got big, reaching for the phone. “Are you sure?”
Stephanie nodded, watching Jemma dialing up Brad’s number. “Hey, Brad. I wanted to let you know that she just showed up here. She’s going to spend the night at our place, and I thought it’s only fair that you should know. Talk to you soon!” She hung up. “Had to leave a message. This gives us plenty of time to get started.”
Stephanie tensed up, fearing that perhaps she was making a mistake. She watched as Jemma removed her robe and it fell to the ground. She was naked underneath. Her breasts jiggled in front of Stephanie’s face and Stephanie couldn’t pull her eyes away. She glanced at Richard as he pulled down his pants and boxers. His erection sprung up and Stephanie bit down on her lip. He was huge, but she didn’t expect anything less. She stood up, Richard walked over to her and helped her remove her coat. The coat fell from her body, exposing the fact that she was already prepared. “Holy fuck,” He mumbled, his eyes staring at her pert, perky breasts. His eyes met hers, asking whether she would be alright with him advancing. She nodded. He reached for her breasts, cupping them tenderly but firmly. As he massaged her tits, she felt Jemma standing behind her, her lips tenderly kissing Stephanie’s neck. She felt positive that this wasn’t their first threesome.
His mouth lowered to her nipples, while Jemma kept her sandwiched between them. Stephanie moaned, arching her back. As he sucked at her nipples, his fingers traced down to her fresh, clean-shaven pussy. He massaged her clit gently, and tweaked the sensitive area. She bucked her hips toward him, letting his fingers dig deeper. “Oh God…” she sighed. Jemma’s warm lips had moved to her shoulder, as she breathed gently against her skin. Richard’s fingers continued to probe her pussy, while his mouth ravaged her jugs. Jemma lowered her mouth down Stephanie’s back, until she reached her ass. She spread her cheeks, and slipped her tongue inside her pucker. “Ugh… oh God… please…” Stephanie moaned, as his fingers and her tongue continued to delve into her from both directions. She couldn’t hold it. She grabbed onto Richard’s shoulders as her orgasm whipped through her body. Her juices gushed from her pussy, covering his hands. “Fuck…” she groaned, sighing heavily.
He pulled away from her, and licked her squirt off his fingers. “Tastes too damn sweet,” he stated, with a warm smile.
He reached for Stephanie’s hand, leading her to the couch, where he gently pushed her down on her back. She watched him in awe, as he knelt over her. His cock was mere inches from her face. She tried to suggest a condom, but before the words came out of her mouth he slid his cock inside her juiced-up pussy, deflowering her. She was incredibly tight and his cock completely filled every inch of her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Jemma had taken a seat and was watching them. Richard pounded her hard, his taut muscular buttocks rising and falling and he impaled her fresh pussy. Jemma’s fingers slid into her own pussy and she started to frig herself, watching her husband nail her best friend. This felt so wrong, and yet so right. Stephanie was too engrossed to stop it. His 8 inch cock penetrated her to her core, plowing deeper and deeper. He moaned as she wrapped her legs around him while he forcefully pummeled her virgin pussy.
She held onto his shoulders, feeling the rapid movement of his hips against her body. She could hear strong and emotional whimpers coming from Jemma, as Jemma continued to bang her own fingers harder into her slick love-cave.
As Richard’s cock slid its way in and out of Stephanie, she saw Jemma walking towards them. She walked around the couch, leant over and lowered her mouth to Stephanie’s lips. She kissed her hungrily, her tongue diving inside Stephanie’s mouth. As they stayed in that position, with his cock pounding her pussy and Jemma’s mouth passionately kissing hers, Stephanie heard a knock at the door. There was a second knock, but it just made Richard screw her harder and harder. Jemma bit Stephanie’s bottom lip, as if begging her to stay where she was. She dug deeper into the kiss as her tongue entered Jemma’s plump lips again.
Stephanie wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, or if Brad was staring down at them. He didn’t say anything, but just watched intently. After several minutes, he was gone. “We did it, baby…” Richard spoke. Jemma pulled her lips off of Stephanie’s, as Richard’s lips took over. “He’s gone…” he whispered in-between his kisses.
She was relieved, but it didn’t mean she wanted to stop. She dug her nails into his back and he let out a grunt. After several deep and penetrating drills, his cum spurted from his cock, shooting jet after jet of thick, sticky cream right up into her. He withdrew his softening cock, and Stephanie’s ragged breathing showed that she couldn’t handle much more and needed the rest. She breathed heavily, watching Jemma and Richard kissing softly. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting to stop hanging out with these two. It made her forget everything she had witnessed that night and she was ready to do whatever she needed to, to keep it going.
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Two Months Later
“God…” Stephanie sat back on the cold bathroom floor. She had spent the last week trying to deny it, but she didn’t know how much longer she could keep doing that. She didn’t want it to be true, because that would mean that Jemma was going to get a rude awakening. She clutched her stomach and sighed. This was the last thing she would have ever expected.
She closed her eyes and in her mind’s eye saw Richard’s big stiff prick. He wasn’t wearing a condom and he didn’t seem to care. She almost wondered if he got her pregnant on purpose. “Did he mean for this to happen?” She asked herself in the empty bathroom. She stood up, her legs shaking as she took a sip of water.
She left the bathroom, and heard a knock at the door. She cautiously went to see who it was. She peeked through the peephole and saw that it was Jemma and Richard. She opened the door and stared at the two of them. “Hey, beautiful,” said Richard. They stepped in, and Jemma kissed her lips, teasingly.
“We need to talk,” Stephanie said, pulling away. Jemma looked at Richard, with a raised eyebrow. Stephanie glanced between them, not sure where to start. “I think I might be…” her words faded off, as she clutched her stomach. No words were needed. They knew.
Richard was going to be a father.
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Steamy Erotica Story 33
C assie wondered why the creepy guy in the flower shop had given her such a strange look when she purchased the plant. She had visited the dingy, strange little
store earlier that day. She’d walked up and down that street a million times and had never seen that store before – it just seemed to pop out at her from nowhere.
It was such an unusual looking plant, but truly wonderful, and as she got back to her apartment she took great pride in placing it on her bedside table. It was evening time, but she knew that the next day the light would pour in through her nice big window, and nourish the plant generously. As she showered before bedtime, she soaped up her naked toned body and felt truly proud of her physique. She had definitely put the hours in in the gym.
After her shower Cassie lovingly watered the plant’s soil, and the plant’s small green tentacles waved and responded as if appreciating the much needing nurturing. Dressed just in a thong and a tight-fitting top, Cassie turned around to fluff her bed-pillows, and as she did so she felt a soft stroke against her smooth firm buttocks. She turned around, startled, and couldn’t help feeling slight unease, but then realized that of course the plant didn’t mean to touch her, it just reached one of its tentacles out - that was all.
Cassie knew that although the plant was alive there was no way it was capable of thought, but she felt as though the plant was really trying to express its thanks. She couldn’t help but notice how silky the plant’s tentacle was that touched her. It had a velvet-like texture, and it felt great against her bum-cheeks, sending little butterflies of tingly pleasure into her stomach that transcended down and nestled in her womanhood.
Getting into bed, Cassie turned on her night-light and began to continue reading her eBook. It was an erotic story about a young female being ravaged by two angry cavemen (but the story’s heroine secretly really enjoyed it). The girl had a chance to get away at one point, but she decided to stay, and enjoy the two wild cavemen. The book took her mind elsewhere, as she could really picture what was happening to the young maiden. The book’s heroine was on her hands and knees, sucking one big caveman-penis while the other one was penetrating her from behind, spit-roasting her. They rocked their grizzly hips in rhythmic mirrored motions, spearing her as if their bell-ends were going to meet in the middle. The young lass was thoroughly enjoying herself, sucking fervently and pounding her butt off the hairy pelvis of the grubby caveman behind her.
Lying on her bed, Cassie couldn’t help but trace her hand down her smooth midsection to begin to play with her frustrated freshly-shaven pussy. She could have the pick of any guy she wanted but that was just it – she was picky. Very picky. She began to dally with her aroused labia, expertly slipping her fingers inside to masturbate her frustrated opening. The hood of her clit burned uncontrollably as she flicked the little nub from side to side, left to right, up and down, and in circular motions as she felt her impending orgasm creep up on her. She dropped down her e-reader for a second so her hand could reach up her tight-fitting top and massage her firm titties, squeezing her bright-pink areolas as her erect nipples stood up like arrow-heads.
She masturbated rampantly, needing to reach her awaiting climax as quickly as she could. Cassie came uncontrollably, squirting her luke-warm lady-juice down her thighs and soaking the bed sheets beneath her. Fully satisfied, she sucked the love-piss from her fingers, while out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of her plant. Unbelievably, a feeling of slight embarrassment came over her, and she had to remind herself that the plant didn’t have eyes, and therefore there was no way it could know Cassie had just got herself off.
All of the plant’s tentacles waved around and rippled enthusiastically. The soft tentacles danced, as small droplets of nectar began to drip from the tips. Turning off the bedside light, she watched the plant sway in the shadowy room. Its silhouette almost hypnotic as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, satisfied.
She awoke the next morning, Saturday. Her dream of a naughty encounter with a big Greek guy still playing on her mind, as she imagined him rubbing his big shiny bell-end against her toned thighs. The sensation seemed so real, and as she opened her eyes could saw that one of the tentacles was rubbing up and down the inside of her thighs. Two more of the tentacles had pulled back the covers, and several more of the plant’s tentacles had extended from its pot. Although very surprised, Cassie was still sleepy, and found herself massively turned-on by what she was experiencing. She lifted her arms up over her head and widened her thighs, allowing the plant full access to her. She let out a long sigh and sunk all of her weight back into the pillows, enjoying the way the soft tentacle rubbed her legs, as another tentacle reached out and began to rub the length of her labia through the cotton material of her wet panties.
Cassie felt another tentacle begin to stroke her flat stomach, while two more of the tentacles pulled her top up and over her head, flinging it on the floor, exposing her large globe-like bosoms. The two tentacles then gently brushed, tweaked and stroked her left nipple which hardened further while the second tentacle found her other nipple. With both of her nips as hard as bullets, Cassie’s moist pussy tingled in anticipation, and she began to pant as she enjoyed this early-morning surprise.
Suddenly, both tentacles that were tweaking her nipples reached up and wrapped around her wrists, binding her tightly. Panicking, she tried to struggle but the tentacles became thicker and increased in strength, holding her down. Although worried, she felt exhausted, and looking over at the plant she saw that loads of the plant arms had extended, all over the room.
Lying back on the bed she momentarily surrendered, unsure of what the plant had in mind. Another two plant arms grabbed at her cotton panties and tugged them down dramatically, revealing her freshly-shaven snatch. Cassie felt fully exposed and naked, as she lay there nude, helpless in bondage (but also greatly turned-on). The tentacle that had been rubbing her pussy through her panties now continued to masturbate her clit in the flesh, releasing a small amount of sticky plant-sap along her puffy snatch, as it expertly rubbed up and down her soft opening.
Instead of trying to kick the tentacles away, Cassie relaxed and allowed the thick inquisitive plant arm inside her juiced-up pussy. As she relaxed it slipped in, a full 8 inches. It slipped in and out methodically, as another plant arm tickled her hard little nub simultaneously. Intense waves of pleasure began to shake their way through Cassie’s body. The plant alternated between fast rhythmic pumping motions in and out of her snatch, with the soft slow teasing strokes of her aching clit.
Cassie began moaning, her panting becoming louder as her hips bucked forward to meet the thick plant arm’s fucking motions. Her pleasure increased, and just when she thought she was going to squirt one of her voluminous gushes, the tentacle that had been pumping her pussy reached its way down and began to delicately slip in-between her butt-cheeks. Because Cassie was on her back, it didn’t have full access to her inside-cheek area, and sensing this the arms that grasped her wrists pulled her up abruptly, and flipped her over onto her stomach. She got up on her knees and both tentacles that were around her wrists worked their way around the headboard in front of her.
Two more shot out and wrapped around her ankles, and then tied themselves to the legs of the bed. Her smooth firm ass was jiggling in the morning air, almost taunting the plant. The plant responded by stroking its silky arm up and down her smooth ass-crack. Two of the plant arms spread her plentiful seat, exposing her delicate starfish that winked soberly in the morning light. The tentacle that had penetrated her vagina dropped a droplet of nectar onto Cassie’s puckered little anus, deliberately lubricating it, and then began to trace its tip in circular motions around her anal entrance.
The tip felt warm and kind like a tongue as it pressed against her hot little hole. It was thin and slippery with a rounded end, and as it attempted to probe her the tip slipped in with ease. Cassie let out an audible moan as she felt the plant intrude her sensitive backdoor. Thoroughly enjoying the rectal penetration, Cassie began to rock her hips back and forth.
As she opened her mouth to let of a pleasurable sigh, another big tentacle unexpectedly slipped into her mouth. As it s
lid past her lips she suddenly pictured the cavemen spit-roasting that girl energetically. Another arm crept up and began to work its way into her slick pussy, delving deep inside, slipping in and out while her tight little pucker hole was also getting penetrated.
The big plant arm in her mouth slid in and out too, as she was bound and drilled in every hole. She felt an orgasm rise up inside her body, and like the crest of a wave it shook through her, and she squirted wildly downwards onto the bed, drenching the bed sheets once more and the tentacles in the process. The tentacles around her wrists and ankles retracted and Cassie slumped back onto the bed, resting her back on the comfy pillows and found herself drifting off, completely spent.
When she awoke, Cassie immediately glanced to the plant to her left and saw that it was back in its regular small form, swaying slightly. Perhaps it had all been a dream , Cassie wondered. She was still in her panties and top, but the bed sheets were soaked. As Cassie pondered, she noted that her bed sheets were soaked most mornings. Hmmm, perhaps it was a wet dream .
She had a date with Greg that evening. She’d fancied Greg for a while and was excited that she was finally going to have the opportunity to go out with him.
That lunchtime as she walked down the downtown backstreets, she passed where the flower shop was, and intended the go in. But then she saw that metal shutters were down on the front if the store, as if it had been closed down. That’s strange, I’ve only seen it opened once, and already it’s shut . Paying it no mind she carried on with her stroll.
Later that evening Cassie and Greg were back at Cassie’s, sitting on her bed. Greg moved in for the killer kiss, and Cassie’s eager nub tingled in anticipation. Greg was 6ft1, with dark hair, green eyes and big muscles. As their lips touched, Cassie knew that this was what she wanted. Reaching forward, she undid Greg’s shirt revealing his muscular pecs and toned stomach. He grabbed Cassie’s top and pulled it up over her head, revealing her full bosoms contained in the cotton hammock of her bra. As Greg leaned forward to kiss her neck, his hands reached round and unhooked her bra. Her took it off, allowing her ripe melons to jiggle freely in the stagnant bedroom air.