by Kelsie Spits
Pam instantly shrieked out and wrapped her legs around my butt. I wasn’t going to tempt fate and try to fuck her standing up, though. I just span us around and put Pam’s back into the cushions. With her legs still wrapped around my ass and my cock still embedded into her pussy, we continued to fuck.
The sweat was dripping off my forehead as my hips continued to thrust against hers in a gentle, rhythmic motion. I could feel my cock pushing deep inside of her, throbbing and pulsing.
As I leaned down and planted my lips against hers, I arched my back and clenched my abs, allowing my cock to push deeper inside of her than it had before. Pam broke off the kiss to moan loudly. Her hands found their way to my sides and gripped me tightly as I continued to thrust into her, slow and hard.
I moved my lips down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. More groans came out of her mouth in reply. Pam snaked her arm down between our bodies, her fingers landing to the spot between her legs. She fumbled for a second, looking for her clitoris, before starting to rub gently.
Her whole body changed instantly. The sweat came off her in waves as she writhed beneath me. I kept on kissing her neck and nibbling on her skin as she worked on herself. I could feel all of her muscles tensing beneath me as she rubbed herself harder and faster.
As her hand sped up between us, I moved my hips faster. I wanted to keep pace with her, fucking her as she edged herself closer to orgasm. The sound of our skin slapping together filled my ears and I felt Pam’s legs tighten around my ass, pulling me closer.
It all happened so quickly. It was earth-shattering. All of the muscles in her pussy clamped down around my cock. Her mouth opened wide as a loud shout burst out from the depths of her throat, aching and moaning as it continued on.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt her body clamping down around mine. I could barely breathe through the feeling yet somehow managed to keep on fucking her, feeling her pussy clench down around every inch of me.
Finally, the orgasm washed over her, leaving Pam breathless and drenched in sweat. She brought her arm up to let her fingers cup my cheek, pulling my face to hers.
“Oh, Seth,” she moaned. “Oh, wow.”
I didn’t know how I’d survived that orgasm. The tightness of her, the way she clenched around me over and over and over again, it was unreal. And yet somehow I’d managed not to blow my load.
I knew that I had to make this worthwhile. I leaped up from the couch and helped Pam get onto her hands and knees, balancing on the couch cushions with her ass raised high into the air.
I positioned myself behind her for a moment, looking down to the beautiful sight of her butt and pussy staring back at me, before I grabbed the base of my cock and put myself at her lower lips.
Within a second, I was back inside of her, and both of my hands were anchored onto her hips. I held her in place as I started to pound her from behind. Her cheeks slapped against my thighs loudly as her mouth started to moan once more.
Between her legs, her hand reached out and touched her clitoris once more, rubbing circles around herself in order to cum again. I fucked her hard and fast, desperate to blow my load inside of her.
Our bodies rocked forward, pushing Pam’s head into the arm of the couch as my hips thrusted forward. With her ass in the air, I was able to penetrate even further, my cock vanishing between her cheeks. I grabbed handfuls of her ass, squeezing and smacking her butt.
Her mouth was getting louder, moaning until all of the guttural sounds merged into one. I leaned forward, thrusting so fast that sweat started to drip down my spine, and covered her mouth with my hand.
Pam instantly replied by lifting her back to my chest and wrapping her spare arm around my back, clinging onto me as I kept thrusting hard against her. I wrapped my arm around her stomach, supporting her weight as I kept fucking her.
I reached up to her breasts, grabbing them, feeling her erect nipples pressing against my palm. I kept my hand climbing, moving up toward her neck. I gripped it tightly and held her in place as I craned my neck down to nibble on her shoulders.
“Yes,” Pam groaned, “oh, yes, Seth. Just like that.”
I felt her arm shaking both of our bodies as she continued to fondle herself. She leaned her head back on my shoulder as her mouth popped open, letting out her harsh breaths.
I held on tightly to her as I felt my balls tighten. Electricity rushed through my body, sending waves of hot flashes piercing through my skin, and I knew what was about to happen. I was going to cum inside of her.
A weird thought rushed through my mind. I wanted to do something, a fantasy I’d always dreamed of. I pulled my cock out of her just as I felt the release starting. I watched as the hot, creamy strings of cum spurted out of the head of my cock. The first droplet landed on the top of her ass and the rest sprayed up the small of her back.
I felt my entire body shudder with euphoria as I looked down at my cum on Pam’s back. She was still working herself, rubbing her clitoris hard and fast until she came. It only took a second and then my apartment was filled with her cries. I held her body as it shook and trembled, the orgasm taking hold of her.
When she was finished, she looked over her shoulder to me, and then down to her butt. She let out a shallow laugh and wiped her fingers through it, picking a little bit of my cum up on her skin.
Then, to my surprise, she brought her fingers to her mouth and took a taste. They disappeared inside her mouth, as did my cum. She gently sucked on her fingers before bringing them out of her mouth, allowing a smile to spread onto her face.
“Tastes good,” she purred.
As I moved away from her, feeling the sweat starting to cool against my skin, I glanced around my dilapidated apartment.
I couldn’t believe what we’d just done. I’d fucked my fiancée’s step-mom.
There was no doubt about it in my mind. I was going to skip town and never look back. If I was willing to do this to get out of my engagement, then it obviously wasn’t right for me.
“Hey,” Pam turned around on the couch, her eyes glistening. “Let’s do that again.”
I looked at her tight, perky naked body, kneeling opposite me on my sweat-stained couch. She was dripping and ready for me, desperate for more of my cock.
I can leave tomorrow, I thought, a smile creeping onto my lips.
Story 4
Chapter 1
Amelia
A babysitter. Are you kidding me? I’m eighteen years−old. I didn’t need a babysitter. “Mom, tell dad! I do not need someone watching me. I’m eighteen. That is old enough to be able to stay at the house alone for a weekend. I thought you said you could trust me?” I cross my arms under my breasts, infuriated at this turn of events. I thought we had a deal. They were going to trust me, go out of town for their weekend getaway to have time to themselves, and I was going to prove to them that I was responsible.
My mom fiddles with her earring as she tries to get it clasped. “I know, sweetie. And we do trust you, but your dad’s friend Camden Hart is coming into town this weekend for his sister’s wedding Sunday and needed a place to stay. We told him he could stay here. You remember Camden, right? He has been over here nearly once a month for our get togethers’ since you were little.”
Camden? Well, that certainly changes everything. Camden has been my crush since I was ten−years old. He has been friends with my dad since they were in college, and he has aged so well. He is around forty, like my dad, has a son of his own who is my age and is away at college for the summer. I leave in fall.
Last time I saw him, he had a hint of silver around his temples, pairing perfectly with his black hair. His blue eyes were the color of emeralds and his body was built like a twenty−something−year old linebacker. And don’t get me started on his lips. They were the perfect size. The top lip was slightly smaller than the bottom, yet still pouty with a perfect cupid’s bow. God, I hoped nothing changed. The man was hot. He always has been. He cared about his body and for once, I wanted to care
forit so he didn’t have to.
My parents tried to hint that I should date his son, but no way. I’m not interest in a boy who is barely a man. I wanted the man who made the boy.
“Camden? I remember him. He is staying here all weekend?”
“Yes, so don’t give him a hard time. He isn’t in charge of you or anything. I promise, he isn’t a babysitter. He just needs a place to stay. Where he lives is too far to travel back and forth, especially for a wedding,” my dad says as he leans down and kisses my mom on the cheek. They are so in love. Most kids would be grossed out by it, but not me. I’m glad my parents love each other so much. It gives me hope.
Of course, the only hope I want is Camden.
I cross an X over my heart. “I promise to do no such thing.” At least, the only hard time I plan to give him is below the belt.
“That’s my girl,” my dad kisses the top of my head and I give the more angelic look I can muster. “Okay, we are off. If you need us—”
“−The numbers are on the fridge. I got it. Go. Have fun. Be safe. Wear protection.”
“Amelia Leigh!” my mother scoffs.
My father chuckles. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” He guides my mother to the door with his hand to her lower back. “Love you, sweetie!”
“Bye! Love you too!” I shout in return and smile smugly to myself as the door shuts and locks, leaving me alone. I glance at the clock. It’s five in the afternoon. I’m not sure when Camden will arrive, but I have to be ready.
I fly up the stairs to go to my room and start to undress to get in the shower. I have to look perfect, yet seem like I put in zero effort. Turning on the hot water, I step in and let my long red hair get soaked. I close my eyes, relaxing as the steam invades my lunges. The thought of Camden joining has my pussy tingling, get wet with something other than the water spraying down on me.
The door would slide open, allowing the cool air in and I’d open my eyes to see eye hulking form in front of me, his gaze glued to my naked body. His large hands would wrap around my waist, pulling me toward him until our bodies are aligned, pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest. His cock would settle against my thigh, long, hard, and thick. Intense, just like the rest of him.
Camden would grab my jaw and force my head up to meet his eyes, grab a fistful of my hair and steal my mouth in a passionate kiss.
At the thought, my hand slides down the middle of my breasts, torso, until I finger my naval, and then dip down the trimmed bush above my pussy. I give it a good tug and bit my lip when the sting brings just what I need. I travel further, finding my erect, swollen clit waiting to be pleasured.
I pinch it and gasp, moaning as I continue to circle the bud quickly. “Ah, ah!” I stand on my tiptoes when the pleasure becomes so intense, I want to get away, but don’t move my hand. I want more. I imagined Camden sliding his massive cock in my virgin pussy and fall over the edge, catching myself on the shower wall.
“Camden! Oh, god, yes!” my body quakes from the orgasm exploding through my body. I sag against the wall, giggling from the high the erotic thought of Camden just gave me.
I just can’t wait to have the real thing.
Chapter 2
I slide on pink, strawberry flavored gloss and rub my lips together. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun. One that took me an hour to get just right. A few stray pieces frame my face. I only have mascara on and my eyebrows filled in, giving me a natural look, but the gloss gives it a sexy appeal. I’m wearing a blue off the shoulder swear, showing smooth skin that smells like vanilla thanks to my lotion. I’m wearing shorts, letting my long, tan legs steal the show.
No way can he resist me. Besides, my heart won’t be able to take it. I’ve loved him since I could remember how. Giving a few tweaks to my hair, I give myself a once over in the full body mirror hanging on the door. I can do this. I am a woman, a single woman, who has feelings for a much older guy. Who I know has feelings for me.
The last time I saw him was my eighteenth birthday two months ago. He stole glances at me. And now, he doesn’t have to look from a distance, he can have me.
The doorbell rings and my head jerks to the right as I stare out the door. Oh my god, he is here. “Everything is fine. It’s fine.” I take a deep breath and spray a soft cloud of my vanilla lavender perfume in front of me and walk through it. Rushing down the steps, I grab the bowl of popcorn I popped earlier and turned the tv on to make it look like I was watching tv.
Like I said, it all has to look effortless.
I hitch the bowl of popcorn on my hip, grab a handful and toss it in my mouth before opening the door.
Camden turned around, the light above the door casts a halo on him, giving Camden an angelic appearance. He is wearing dark jeans that cup the bulge of his cock perfectly, a tight shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. I can even see his beaded nipples and my mouth waters with the urge to taste them. His jaw is defined and sharp with a few days−worth of scruff on it. His hair is longer, a bit shaggy, hanging just above his shoulders, and his eyes are the color of the bluest lagoons.
Pure. Sex.
“Amelia? Is that you?” he smiles, dropping the small duffle bag on the top step. He holds out his arms for a hug, and who I am to refuse?
“It’s me,” I say, wrapping one arm around his neck since my other is holding the popcorn bowl.
We don’t say anything as we embrace. His arms tighten around me. I feel his chest expand has he inhales and a slight low growl escapes on his exhale. He pulls me closer until our fronts touch. My nipples harden and his semi−hard cock rubs against my bare leg. The longer we hold each other, the more the tension builds. My pussy is soaked, throbbing with need. A need Camden can only fill.
I pull back, clearing my throat so it doesn’t look so obvious that I want him. I need to remember, effortless. Everything has to look effortless. “I love you hair. It suits to you.” The ink−colored locks made him look like a warrior. Two silver strips frame either side of his face where the silver just dashed his hairline a few months ago.
“I was thinking I should get it cut.” He runs his fingers through it and I drop the bowl in my hand from witnessing the simple gesture that is now, somehow, fucking erotic.
“Oh, sorry.” I bend down to get the bowl, luckily only a few pieces of popcorn fell out, so clean up is easy. “Keep the hair. It looks good.” Seducing him is much harder than it thought. I might be a legal woman, but I know nothing of the art of flirtation or anything.
I’m in over my head. What was I thinking trying to seduce a man like Camden? Forty, successful, established? He would want nothing to do with a someone as young as me.
His hand touches mine and when I look up from the popcorn on the floor, Camden has squatted down. “Well, as long as you like it, that’s all that matters.”
My heart palpates in my chest. My mind reels. He can’t mean that in the sense I think it means, but my brain runs with it. Hope blossoms in my chest. I smile as I stand up, “Well, come on it. I’m sure you don’t want to sleep out here.”
“No, sleeping outside is not where I want to sleep.”
The way he said it made me think if he implied if he wanted to sleep with me. Oh, Amelia, get a grip!
“Come on in,” I spread the door open wider. “I was just watching a movie.”
“Perfect. I’m going to shower and I’ll be right down.”
“Sure,” my voice breaks from the image of him naked and his cock laying against his thigh—no—his cock in hand, jacking the thick beast as he moans my name.
“It’s so good to see you,” he leans in and gives me another hug, but this time I have both hands free since I placed the bowl on the table.
I wrap my arms around him, desperate, needy, and bury my nose in his chest. He smells so good, like pine and fresh mountain air. His hand cups the back of my head and he buries his nose in my hair, and if I’m not mistaken, he groans as he pulls away. My hand is clutched to his shirt, not wanting him
to leave, but I know if I hold on any longer, there will be questions. Questions that will be too ridiculous to answer if he asks them.
I break the connection, but his hand cups my chin. The simple touch has my eyes fluttering and my nerves firing off to one another. I’ve never expected a touch to feel so blissful. “It’s good to see you, Amelia. I hope we take this opportunity to get to know each other over the weekend. It’s long overdue.”
My thoughts exactly.
Chapter 3
I’m sitting on the couch, watching a horror movie when Camden comes down the steps.I glance up from the couch and my eyes bug out when I see he isn’t wearing shirt and only grey sweatpants that hang low on his defined hips, showing a perfectly carved V that I know leads to a very big cock.
I’m not sure what to focus on. His pecs, curved and muscular, or his abs, all eight of them, or the way his cock swings against the thin grey fabric as he comes down the steps. My eyes lock onto the bulge and a million different scenarios run through my head. I’ve never sucked a cock, but I bet his would taste good. I want to curl my fingers around the elastic waistband and pull the sweatpants down and suck the crown between my lips. Once I get a good rhythm, maybe he would take control and fuck my face.
Camden has ruined me for anyone else and I haven’t even had him yet.
“Nothing like a good shower after a long day,” he says, jumping over the couch and lands right next to me.
“Hmm? What?” I don’t hear him. My blood rushing mutes my ability to hear anything else.
“The shower. Felt good.”
“Oh, yeah. I know right,” I toss a handful of popcorn in my mouth and look toward the tv. My heart is pounding in my chest and my panties are so wet I’m debating on excusing myself to go take care of the desire building up, nearly making me whimper right here on the couch without a single touch. I don’t know how much more I can take.