The wet head of his cock slid easily between her nether lips as he pulled her towards him, but the tightness of her entrance resisted his penetration for a brief, intensely pleasurable, moment before it burst inside her, stretching both the circumference and the length of her pussy. They both moaned loudly as he entered, and he held her close to him by her scarf collar for more than a full minute.
Now he slapped down on her right cheek again, not as hard as before, and he left his hand there. A deep breath, and he pushed her towards the table, sliding her off his shaft until his glans nearly popped out of her sopping hole. His left hand yanked on the scarf and drew her back down the length of his organ. Julie moaned again as the head of his cock drove down into her, pressing against her sweet spot and sliding onward, stretching her sheath to its full length.
Again and again he repeated the motion, and he and Julie began to moan and sigh in unison with each other and with the strokes. Her nerves grew more and more sensitive as the tension increased in her pussy, and she could feel the worn surface of the teak table as her swollen and stiff nipples were dragged across it with each pull and push of her body.
Shorter strokes, now, and faster, each one stabbing into the bundle of nerves in the roof of her pussy, until she and Faolain both stiffened and arched, a full sweat flooding from their backs. Her sheath spasmed rhythmically, squeezing up and down his shaft and enveloping his glans, and he erupted inside her, spewing jet after jet of white lava against the back wall of her distended pussy.
They thrust together, now, slowly, Julie sliding her sheath over his shaft, pressing right down to his root, and Faolain shoving his cock into her pussy until it could go no further. Her spasms subsided, his fluids drained, the librarian pulled his organ from hers.
Julie's torso lay on the table now, and Faolain took hold of the scarf to pull her up to stand. He turned her to face him with one hand, and drew her face to him, pulling again on the scarf. His lips pressed against hers, hard and hot, and she opened hers to receive his tongue. They held the kiss and its passion for a few moments before breaking it off.
"Get dressed," Faolain said curtly as he did up his pants. "And, honey... I really like your new scarf."
The End.
Transcend
Both within me and beneath my hands, I could feel him quivering, shaking as his orgasm consumed him, his seed repeatedly shooting into me as he groaned aloud in his release. Simply feeling him filling me made my breath catch in my throat and my fingers curl into his sides while tears of happiness began to streak down my cheeks.
It was a perfect morning. It was Tuesday, so neither of us had classes at the community college down the street. Both of our parents were traveling: our father at a conference in Atlanta, our mother conducting a three-day training session at a company in Albuquerque. That had allowed my brother to slip into my bed during the night, awakening me briefly when he enveloped me in his protective arms, then awakening me fully as he undressed me shortly after dawn.
His orgasm abated, he lowered himself, careful not to press his full weight upon me even though I always enjoyed feeling him forcing me into the bed. His head dipped, and as I closed my eyes, his lips met mine once again. He was still hard inside me, and I purposely squeezed him firmly and repeatedly, wanting him to remain fully erect as long as possible, trapping his seed within me.
My eyes remained closed as my brother lifted his head, but he must have noticed the tears upon my cheeks, for he was soon kissing them away. It was sweet and romantic, yet knowing that he did not love me, not in a true relationship sense, made it slightly disconcerting. He had always been gentle and caring with me, always trying to ensure that I had the best of everything, always doing what he could so that I could truly enjoy whatever we did together, and these occasional sexual encounters were no different, but without the true love I felt for him being returned in full, they all felt slightly empty.
...which was perhaps why I wanted him to remain inside me as long as possible. One of the things our mother had drilled into my head was that I should never give my body to someone I did not truly love. Fortunately, she had never mentioned not giving myself to someone who did not truly love me, but still...
I knew that my brother did not love me beyond sibling love. I had confessed my feelings for him, and he seemed to understand, but he had admitted that he did not love me in the same way. Yet we still shared ourselves with each other, still occasionally connecting in the most intimate way possible. While we were mutually exclusive, it still hurt slightly to know that the love I was giving him was not being returned.
Still, I could deny my brother nothing. Whenever he needed to touch me, I made myself available for him. If he wanted me to tease him, perhaps with a lap dance, I was more than willing to oblige. And whenever his primal need was starting to consume him, I gladly spread my legs for him and allowed him the full use of my body in whatever way he wanted.
While I knew that he did not love me, there was definitely desire in my brother's eyes. He often described me as "beautiful," "stunning," or " alluring" -- he even once called me "intoxicating." Part of me liked the fact that he found me "intoxicating," as that meant he was likely to keep returning to me, to keep fulfilling at least my sexual needs even if he could not fulfill my romantic needs.
At last, the tears having all been kissed away, he lifted himself up and slowly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty in more ways than one. I looked up at him, the desire still evident in his eyes. He had achieved his conquest, yet he still desired me, he still wanted more of me. Fortunately, being a Tuesday morning and our parents both far, far away, he had plenty of time to partake of me before I would be forced to get ready for my class at Noon.
Without the thickness of his erection stretching me, I felt incomplete, a feeling which was enhanced as I felt his seed emerging from my body. I watched his eyes as they tracked from my face down my chest, over my stomach, and ultimately settling between my thighs. There was no doubt that I would need to wash the bedding before our parents returned, and I knew even without looking that the white would seem somewhat obscene upon the green fitted sheet.
...just as obscene as what we were doing, if others were to see us. Hopefully the neighbors had not heard us, specifically me.
His eyes returned to mine. "You had a good strong cum, sis," he said softly, a hint of pride in his voice.
It was true: My climax had indeed been powerful. No longer did I masturbate, and I had not dated anyone in well over a year. My only sexual releases were because of him. I enjoyed an orgasm because he caused it, whether by eating me or masturbating me or penetrating me. The orgasms he caused were much more powerful anyhow, their strength magnified by the wait between them. Sometimes we would have sex several times in a day, but often we would be forced to wait a week or longer. This time, it had been nearly three weeks since my previous orgasm, which had made this one so intense that my brother had kissed me fiercely to muffle my screams at a time when the neighbors would be leaving their houses and going to their cars or walking down the street to the bus stop.
I smiled in return. "Yours was rather copious," I countered, somewhat amused by the topic of our conversation.
He smiled in return as he began to crawl up my body, ultimately straddling my chest. What he wanted was evident, something he liked from time to time after we had just had sex: He wanted me to clean him. Even as he thrust his hips forward, I lifted my head from the pillow, using a hand to guide his manhood into my willing mouth. Tasting the combination of my tangy love and his sweet lust thrilled me, and hearing him sighing contentedly above me satisfied my soul in a way which I could never express in words.
Not surprisingly, my cleaning reinvigorated my brother's arousal, and as he thickened and lengthened in my mouth, my task transformed from cleaning him to preparing him to ease into me again -- or so I hoped. Using my mouth and my hands, timing the bobbing of my head with the slow thrusts of his hips, cleaning became fellatio, his sighs morp
hing into soft moans of pleasure.
...and then his cell phone rang. it was the ringtone he used whenever one of our parents was calling, so we both knew that the encounter had to end, that he had to go answer the phone. With a groan of frustration, my brother dismounted me and the bed, his erection bobbing before him as he hurried out of the bedroom, dashing to his room to answer the cell phone.
It was the perfect mirror of our not-quite-relationship: I was available whenever he needed me, and always left behind as he took his potential love elsewhere. Yet while I lay there feeling empty and somewhat discarded, I knew deep in my heart that I would suffer that emptiness and discarding willingly, however many times it had to occur, in the hopes that someday, ideally someday soon, his love for me would transcend the purely sibling love which already linked us.
The End.
Morgan's Detour
From where Drew lay collapsed and recovering on the rumpled bed he could see the lights of the city outside the hotel window. He turned his head and Morgan smiled and blushed at him.
"Sorry, I attacked you," she said softly.
He smiled back, "No, it was amazing. You can attack me anytime."
She giggled.
A little while earlier...
Wearing a lacy black top and panties, Morgan paced the floor, nervous and trying to squelch the urge to vomit. She still couldn't believe that she had made a detour in her trip just so she could meet someone and give him a blow job or several. Chatting online for months had only made her want to suck Drew's cock more every time, and now she was here to do just that. She stopped at the mirror to check herself for the fifteenth time, all of the usual thoughts running through her head about looks and whether or not he would find her attractive.
There was a soft knock on the door. "No backing out now," she whispered to herself. She opened the door and looked up into Drew's beautiful blue-green eyes. She smiled at him before she tugged him into the room. All of a sudden she was overcome with the need to see his cock in real life and taste him. Without a word, she pushed him against the wall and slid down his body. She had his belt opened and pants down before she even thought about what she was doing. She mentally told herself to slow down as she tugged his boxers down. She gasped and literally started to salivate the minute she saw his perfect cock. She again had to admonish herself to not start sucking on it right away like it was her favorite kind of lollipop.
She stroked his thighs with her fingertips and looked up at him. His head was resting against the wall, with his eyes half closed, looking down at her. Softly she asked, "Are you sure?"
Drew nodded his head and wound his fingers into her soft dirty blonde hair, nudging her toward his growing member. Morgan smiled up at him before sticking her pink tongue out and trailing it up his thigh. She stopped and laved at the top of his hip and then trailed her tongue across to the other side to do the same. She could feel his cock getting harder against her breasts. When she lifted his balls a little with her hands to play with them, Drew inhaled deeply.
She wanted to tease him and take this slow but she was losing control. His clean male scent was driving her crazy. Her nipples were hard and sensitive as they brushed against him occasionally. She wanted to dive right in and swallow him whole. The tip of his cock was starting to glisten with pre-cum. Drew's fingers seemed to grip her hair tighter as she greedily licked the tip to taste him. She closed her eyes savoring it for a moment before standing up.
Morgan took Drew's hand to pull him toward the double bed. As he sat down she stood between his legs and unsuccessfully tried to nudge him to lie back on the bed. Instead, he slid his arms around her waist as his tongue licked her lace covered nipple. Her loud gasps broke the silence in the room. She arched against his mouth as he sucked and tugged on one sensitive nipple before sliding to the neglected one. Holding his head against her, Morgan's hand ran through his thick brown hair. Her gasps turned to moans as he continued to play with her breasts.
She leaned into Drew and slid her hand down to stroke his cock again. Distracted Drew released her taunt red nipple and moaned softly. She slid down his body and helped him pull off his remaining clothes. Kneeling in front of Drew, she slowly licked the juices from the tip of his cock again, moaning in pleasure. Looking up into his eyes, she licked the underside of his cock. First with the just the tip of her tongue flicking the sensitive spot under the head and then the entire length with the flat part of her tongue. She licked up and down like she would have a Popsicle. When she came to the end she swirled her tongue around the head. Drew looked down as Morgan's free hand slid into her panties. With her eyes closed, she continued to stroke and lick his cock as she played with her wet pussy.
"Are you wet for me, baby?" he asked. Morgan opened her eyes and smiled as though she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Nodding her head, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth to lick clean.
Drew leaned forward kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting her. He kissed across her cheek to lick and suck on her ear, making her moan again. He whispered, "Suck me, my slut," in her ear and Morgan felt herself get even wetter.
He lay back on the bed as Morgan slipped the end of his large rod into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down on his cock slowly, taking more in each time. Each time she came back up she twisted her head a little and rolled her tongue around the head.
Drew raised his head and brushed her hair back to watch his dick being revealed and then swallowed again by her mouth. She was moving up and down faster than before, following with her hand. His cock glistened with her saliva. His head hit the back of her throat. She slowed down wanting to take all of him in. She relaxed her throat, focusing on how good his cock felt sliding in and out of her hot mouth. With each downward motion she was able to take him a little deeper. Breathing through her nose, Morgan swallowed his cock completely. Drew moaned as she paused, her throat muscles moving against his hard cock. She began thrusting her head up and down, his cock gliding in and out of her throat. She could feel him get even harder and his hands were clenching her hair.
She guided him out of her mouth and his grip relaxed. She smiled shyly, as she stroked his cock with both of her hands before taking him in her mouth again. Morgan began sliding her mouth up and down his cock with more force. Drew realized what she wanted and urged her back so that he could stand in front of her.
She gobbled his cock back up as soon as he had his footing. Drew buried his hands in her hair on both sides of her head and started thrusting her face against him. He pounded in and out as she did her best to breathe thru her nose, and steady herself by holding on to his hips. She could feel his grip begin to get tighter and his breathing become harder.
She was ready when he pulled his cock out to explode all over her face. She stuck out her tongue to catch the rest of his cum in her mouth. She waited patiently for Drew to open his eyes and look at her face covered in his cum. One of his hands was still buried in her hair as he tried to catch his breath. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at Morgan. Her face and hair glistened with his cum. When she had his attention she opened her mouth to show him his cum before swallowing it. He moaned in appreciation and fell back on the bed. Morgan crawled up next him to recover in no hurry to clean up.
The End.
My Attempt at an Affair
A couple of months ago, I decided that I had had enough of this life of chastity. I am married and I think I should be having some sex now and then, But I'm not. We have two children, a boy age 24, married and lives across town. Our daughter age 20 is still at home and attending college locally. She is a good student, very sweet and caring at home. Now how she is at college, I don't have a clue.
My wife is 45 years old, I am 47. She has a darn good job as a Registered Nurse working in the operating room at the local hospital. I am a civil engineer and am self employed. I do land surveying and such as that. My daughter has taught me about computers and she helped me set up the
computer in my office. We bought one of those CAD programs and she taught me how to use it so I could plot my survey lines on the computer. She also taught me a lot about the internet. Like how to search and surf and such as that. Then we set up an e-mail account for me. Recently I went in and changed all the passwords that she had put in, because I have been surfing and chatting with some ladies and she doesn't need to know that. I call it "Dear Hunting". I have been doing a good bit of that as of late. Like I said, I am tired of this 'no sex' crap! So I intend to find me some elsewhere. About a month ago, I ran across a lady on line that wanted the same thing I did...wild sex with no strings and very discreet. Needless to say, we have talked a good bit, getting to know each other. Well, the 'wild' sex is just part of what we both want. Sometimes just sweet, loving sex, other times wild and rough and quick. We agreed on everything!
Some of the folks I met on there (adult chat room) I just could not tolerate. Now I am no goody two shoes, you understand, but there are some things that I just cannot stand. One lady, for example, looked really good, nice figure, nice face, wanted a lot of sex, BUT she loved to smoke pot. Nope, not for me. I can't understand why someone has to get their mind twisted in order to enjoy themselves. Another good looking one was an alcoholic. Can't deal with that either. I have nothing against a few drinks, but when you have to have a drink as soon as you wake up in the morning, then I got no use for you.
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