“Lay down,” I instructed. Anika nodded and lay down beside me. I kissed her softly on the lips as I sat up and rolled on top of her. I pressed my cock against her dripping wet pussy. I could feel how wet it was already. Her juices seeped over my dick and onto the sheets below. It was so hot and obviously a whole new experience for me, although I was not sure the same could be said for her.
I backed away and crawled down toward her dripping cunt. I wanted to taste her. I knew that she would be delicious, and I wanted to know just how much. I spread her legs wide and heard her sigh as her head lay on my pillow. I could see every inch of her beautiful pussy, every fold and her throbbing clit waiting for me to pleasure her in any way I could. I inserted a finger inside and then another. She moaned relentlessly as I fingered her, slowly moving my hand in and out of her. I stretched her and let her pussy clench around my digits. It was an amazing feeling. She was so wet yet so tight. Despite how hard I had fucked her in the last few months, and no doubt how hard my dad had fucked her, she seemed to snap right back into place.
The female form was just so intoxicating. I leaned closer and extended my tongue. I moved slowly despite our limited time frame. I was going to make this last as long as possible and I was determined to make her cum. I wanted to see her cum over and over again until she could barely put a sentence together. I wondered if she would be able to recover in time for when my father arrived back home. If he had not put it together by now, I was almost certain that he never would, even if he came home to find his wife nothing more than a blubbering mess.
I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. She moaned and begged me to go harder. I was not listening to her this time. I was completely in control. This was some role rehearsal and it was safe to say we were both loving it. I inserted a third finger inside as I lapped up her juices and toyed with her sensitive clit. I knew that it would not be long before she came, I could feel it. The way that she squirmed and moaned from above me spoke volumes to her position.
I had never licked a girl out before this point, but from her body language I could tel that I was doing a pretty damn good job. Minutes passed and she could not take it anymore.
“I'm cumming!” she squealed dramatically. I opened my mouth to be met by a wave of wetness being squirted at me. It sprayed all over my face and I savoured every last drop. It felt so good, but not as good as she felt.
“Oh, baby that was so good,” she complimented, panting hard as I crawled back up the bed and lay next to her. We lay in silence for a little while as she reached for my cock and began to stroke it. I knew it was almost time for my turn.
Anika got out of the bed moments later and pulled me from my bed. I followed her obediently as she walked me down the stairs. I caught a glimpse of the wall clock, it read 11.30am. Already? Once more I was alerted to our limited time frame. I hoped that this would not be the day that he arrived home early. I had so many things I wanted to do with her and I knew she liked taking the risk of doing it all in plain sight. It was one of her more obvious kinks.
This time it would be right inside of the garage. I could only guess what was running through her mind. It was one thing to fuck in front of the windows in full view of the neighbours, but in the first room my dad would see when he got home? We would barely have time to gather ourselves and run when we heard the car. It was getting more and more risky each and every time.
There was not much to utilise down there. No tables to lay against, only the empty walls and concrete floors. I guessed that would have to do. At least we were both naked so that was one thing taken care of.
I grabbed her around her thin waist and pulled her toward me. I kissed her passionately on the lips s she wrapped her own slender arms around my shoulders. I lifted her up, she was so light it was not even a challenge with my untoned muscles. I found a blank piece of wall and pushed her against it. Her back sat flatly against the cool concrete and she held on tight.
I found her wet hole and instantly shoved it inside. She screamed with pleasure at the first thrust deep inside of her. I moaned along with her. My movements got faster and faster as I could feel her pussy taking hold of me. It felt so good. Each time with her just got better and better and I hoped that she felt the same way. Her moans and screams of joy told me it was most certainly the case.
I reached a free hand down and began rubbing her clit. I knew that this was the key to getting her off and I knew that if I could get her to cum once more there would be no hope for me. I had never felt her cum against my hard cock. I could only imagine how good it would feel.
It would not be long now. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second. My cock too was getting bigger and growing tremendously inside of her. I held her up by her ass and my fingers dug into the soft flesh as I pounded her as hard as humanly possible. Her tits bounced and she hung onto me for dear life as I fucked her.
Soon she gave me the warning, the warning that I had been waiting for this whole time.
“You're gonna make me cum!” she screamed. Her words echoed off the walls and garage floor. So did my moans of pleasure. She did not need to say more, I could feel it. Her pussy clenched together around my cock. It felt better than I had imagined it to be. The best sex we had ever had, evidently.
Her juices poured down my cock and hips and all the way to my thighs as she quirted all over me once more than morning. At least I hoped it was still morning, midday was looming. The seconds that it took for her to finish brought me all the way to the edge. I could not hold myself back. This time there was no way I could pull out. I let my load go deep inside of her and let it combine with her cum in a hot pool of mes between our bodies. It was the most sexually aroused I had ever been and I had finally gotten the chance to blow within her beautiful pussy. It made me feel so alive.
We stood there, just stood there my cock still inside of her when we heard him. The car was rolling up the driveway fast and we were not in the right place for him to find us. It was the worst possible scenario. My heart raced as we ran out into the back door and raced each other up the stairs. I only just got to my roo when I heard the garage door open and the car park itself inside. We had narrowly avoided being found out once more and the excitement was overwhelming.
He walked in the front door to find us both perfectly normal, sitting opposite each other in the lounge room with the television blaring.
“Looks like Anika has made you a fan of 'Dr Phil',” he laughed as he approached her, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. She smiled up at him. As he left the room she gave me a cheeky wink. We had fooled him once more and for the first time I felt a little disappointed in myself. He was so happy, if only he knew. Of course I did not have the heart to tell him and to be honest I did not see the point. She could have sought her fix elsewhere, with a man who did not treat her half as well as I did, or appreciate her as much. Anika knew that I was the perfect target because I would not out her to my father. It was not worth the family trauma. She was playing us both, but I was not complaining about her use of me. As long as she stayed and she loved him that was all that mattered.
Our sordid affair continued for a while, a very long while. Each fuck we shared got even more brazen. It was as if we were addicted to the adrenalin, not only from the amazing sex, but also the risk of getting caught. I did not want it to happen. I could not bare the thought of my father finding out what his own son had done behind his back. Still, it was the best time of my life and one experience that I would never forget.
She had been the one to take my virginity, since then I had not been so attached to another woman in my life. Somehow, their relationship stayed together. Anika still lives with my dad and although she is almost twenty years his junior, it works for some unknown reason. Even when I visit them I can see the love that they truly share. But even love can not overcome the immense desire we feel for one another.
Anika has a thing for younger guys. The way that we fuck speaks volumes for her true needs in the bedroom. Every no
w and then, on my irregular visits back home, we find the time to relive the past in some way. Whether it boils down to a quick fuck in the bathroom or even a sensual blowjob on the couch while my dad is picking up the take out from the Chinese restaurant down the street that is one thing that I dare say will never change. The worst part of it is, I do not feel any remorse anymore. Not one bit.
Story 22
In order to fully convey the questionable content of this incident, I must describe the events that took place in a somewhat sordid, detailed manner. Obscene occurrences will be told, make no doubt of this. Although a great many years have passed since the first episode transpired – it remains fresh in my mind, and rightfully so, as I am sure all will agree once you come to know my story. Now… I guess it is time to begin.
My name is Toysin Tinkerbottoms. Others usually just referred to me as Toy for short. Nothing affectionate, mind you. It was simply an abbreviated, almost mocking nickname. How so? Well, as some of you may recall I used to serve as the apprentice toy tinkerer up at ol’ famous amusement workshop. That’s right. I worked in the most highly touted manufacturers warehouse, right in the big man’s very own headquarters. Back then I wasn’t overly jolly about the position. Work seemed to be work. Day in, day out. I remember thinking at the time how strange it seemed that they would even hire a meek lad such as myself. But apparently I possessed a few other desirable qualities. A trait or two that had hidden potential. Now, bear in the mind, the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Moundrammer, always hire new help together. It is their time honored tradition... welcoming in the new help.
The muscular husband will sit there in his big, red, comfy chair -- while Mrs. Moundrammer rests in a similar, yet slightly smaller one, right there beside him. Hand in hand most of the time. And generally the place is pretty crowded during the hiring season (this takes place a number of months before the big holiday season arrives). There were big lines when I arrived. Huge lines! I remember them stretching out through multiple doorways, several hallways, and even a few adjacent buildings. Countless little hopefuls eager to find a job. I myself went out of boredom. Working was a foreign concept to me. I’d never really had a job at that point – maybe a few chores around the house, sure, but nothing real. Being a young, naïve man, I ventured off to the gigantic, lavish, and spectacular workshop to take my shot at glory. What a first job it would be!
…Okay, okay!
In truth my parents forced me out the door and shoved my rump over to the shop. They were tired of me being old and lazy; and after scolding me for it countless times, Dad finally got up the nerve to boot his little son from the nest. He seemed to think twenty years old was old enough to begin working – what a crock!
And so there I was… waiting my turn for evaluation in the line leading up to the Moundrammer’s chamber.
But as I did so, I began to notice a gathering of people a short ways off. Another line soon formed in that spot. Over on the opposite side of the main crowd. Only this other line seemed to be in direct contrast to our own. For it was the line populated by the rejected and dejected applicants. Those deemed unworthy, unfit, un-whatever by the Moundrammers. You could tell by their hung heads and slow, plodding steps. Shamed… Poor, heartbroken little critters. Whereas in my line, there were only cheerful faces and hopeful expressions. All those eager men and women wishing to be chosen for this wondrous opportunity.
There was an odd looking girl exiting from the denied line. She had a pretty face, sure, but I wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl! All I could do was blush and turn away. But this girl appears different than the rest. She didn't appear saddened by her dismissal, not in the least. At least her face didn't show it anyway, if she was. This pretty lass looks over at me – at me of all people! And immediately upon making eye contact, she smiles in the most deviant manner. A moment later her fingers rises in a “come hither” motion. Here evidently my face lit up like spotlight. I felt the blood rushing into my cheeks, a searing heat of embarrassment. I could only gulp and look away. But as the seconds ticked by, I held the distinct impression that this girl was still staring. I dared to look up – and she was! Only this time, it wasn’t just a smile that greeted me…
A cheeky little thing apparently. For as soon as I glanced upward, she brought a hand to her shapely breast (which stood out in bold relief despite the stylish, layered clothing) and jiggled it up and down. I stared, harder than I’ve ever stared in my entire life – fixated on this amazingly provocative body part, right there calling me over. That lascivious smile remained plastered on that pretty face. She made me so hot I could feel the ground melting beneath my feet.
And still she continued on! The girl’s other hand rose slowly and gripped the zipper at the top of her jacket. It began the slow, heavenly descent… How desperately, yet fearfully I awaited that lingering zipper to be ripped downward, exposing the beautiful bosom beneath it.
“Lines moving, idiot!” came a voice as I felt myself being shoved forward.
The impact sent me colliding into the guy standing several paces ahead.
Oof!
But no matter, there was still only one thing on my mind as I whirled my head back around just in time to see the young, shapely girl walking off… laughing to herself among a few friends. The lovely breast hanging in its rightful, innocent place.
However, the dumb woman had done her magic! I felt the lingering jolts of excitement shooting straight down to my naughty bits as the line progressed forward. Thoughts of her heavenly body and the slow, taunting, unzipping tease filled my mind – just in the same way I wanted to fill her full of some burning, white-hot appreciation. Now keep in mind this was at a point in my life where I didn’t possess full control over, well let’s say, I didn’t have the maturity to always control what happened from beneath the waist. And as you know, I’m sure, we men are prone to wearing some tighter clothing when out job hunting...
Keeping these things in mind, imagine the shock and terror rising in my body as I approached the doorway leading into the evaluation chamber. By this point there was no more than half a dozen hopefuls in front of me. And here I couldn’t control the raging toy in my pants! No matter how hard I tried or what disgusting image I thought of, the picture of that damn girl and her perfect breast would reenter my brain and send a blaring signal below saying MORE FUEL! MORE COAL! STOKE THE FIRE! And each time my already tight pants would grow a little tighter. I even took my suave hat off to cover the area – I sure didn’t want any of the other men poking fun at my poking fun. This provided me with the slightest relief possible, knowing I could mask this issue, no matter how awkward it appeared.
A teary eyed girl came stepping out of the room. I guess she didn’t make the cut. The droplets of sadness seem to freeze before they even departed from her cheeks. And how pretty they were. Very feminine. Oh no… and there I went again. I could think of nothing else other than seeing her strip me down, pull my trousers low, and beg me to spray this liquid passion all across her pitiable face. Let me warm those tears for you, darling. And she would take me in her mouth—
“Come on stupid, lines moving!” Yet another shove sent me spiraling forward. Right beyond the threshold of the evaluation chamber. I saw the cheerful red interior colors. The inviting decorations and warmness. An altogether homey sort of place, one very befitting of the legendary Moundrammers, I had to admit.
“Next, please,” I heard a masculine, yet slightly aged voice call out.
Uh oh… I looked in front of me and saw no one. Not a single boy or girl stood between me and the big man! That same annoying hand as before prodded me on the back, ushering me forward. And here the realization hit me. Sheer humiliation! My face exploded with redness, so hot, so scorching with embarrassment. For at this moment, as I reached down to cover my still growing excitement, I noticed the dapper hat of mine had been knocked loose from my hand. It lay several paces back; quickly being stomped and walked on. Every attempt I made to retrieve it was met with another shove, ano
ther push, another impudent moron moving me forward into the evaluation chamber.
“It’s ok, sonny,” said the virile voice.
I froze. Nothing left to do but drop my hands over the spectacle in my pants and hope for the best. Those tiny feet of mine shuffled inside. And here I saw, for the first time in person, Mr. Moundrammer! And his wife, Mrs. Moundrammer, of course. There he sat in his chair. Mrs. Moundrammer held his hand, just as I had been told of. She leaned over and whispered something into her husband’s ear. He laughed heartily.
“Come a bit closer, young one. Let us have a look at you,” Jonah Moundrammer intoned.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
“That’s better,” he said, and even though I didn’t dare to look, I felt the twinkle in his eye. And oddly, I felt another emotion from a different set of eyes. One I didn’t quite recognize.
“Now,” Jonah began, but he quickly found himself cut off.
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