Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  Bernard said, “Shit. We should clean up.”

  “Like hell.” She pulled him forward by his cock.

  He leaned down and drove his tongue into her pussy. It was cold from the spill and tasted like the drink on her mouth. She spread her pussy for him and twirled her fingers over her own clit each time he was licking somewhere else.

  Soon she bucked into his face and he felt her muscles contracting under his mouth. He sucked and tongued her clit as she screamed and then stopped as she fell back on her elbows limp.

  He stood and she winked at him. “Plow Tilly, Berns. Plow my pink pussy.”

  Bernard drove in feeling the cold on his balls and the hot, tight pussy around his shaft. He started ramming and moaned loud enough that he did hear the door open.

  Carla set the pie down on another counter and crossed her arms. Bernard saw Tilly’s eyes go wide, but he was watching her perfect, luscious tits bounce until she covered them with her hands.

  He turned his head and saw Carla. She looked extra sexy and he was only vaguely aware that he was still thrusting.

  Carla shook her head. “What are you going to do for the rest of the hour?”

  “I thought … the pies.”

  “The others are cooling. This pie is very hot,” Carla said. “You want to stick your cock in it?”

  “I don’t know what …” Bernard stared at her with his mouth open.

  Carla stuck out her hand and approached. Bernard thought he was going to get his cock ripped off.

  “I’m Carla from next door.”

  Tilly uncovered her tits and shook Carla’s hand. “Tilly.”

  Carla reached under Bernard’s ass and grabbed his ball. There they go, he thought. She pumped her hand holding his balls forward and back making him fuck deeper and harder. Tilly groaned. Her tits started bouncing. Bernard started slamming her.

  Carla let go of his balls and stripped down showing that her body still had it. She was waxed into a slim strip of Brazilian above her pussy. Bernard watched his wife as he rammed Tilly. Carla leaned in and kissed him as she fondled Tilly’s breasts.

  Carla knelt and tongued Bernard’s balls from behind as he screwed Tilly. Feeling his balls and ass slap his wife’s face made him go even hard.

  Carla stood back up and pulled his hips until his cock slipped out. Tilly’s tight pussy was now gapping. Carla spit on Tilly’s pussy and rubbed it into her clit as sucked Bernard’s cock.

  Carla finally popped off. “Tastes like Margarita.”

  She hopped up on the counter next to Tilly and crossed one leg over the top of the younger girl’s. Tilly licked her fingers and started playing with Carla’s pussy. Carla sucked her own nipples and then took Tilly’s breast into her mouth.

  Bernard guided his cock toward his wife’s pussy. Tilly took hold of it and fed it into Carla for him. As he fucked his wife, Tilly rubbed Carla and let her fingers slid down around both side’s of Bernard’s shaft as he worked.

  He pulled out and stepped over. Carla returned the favor by guiding him into Tilly. Carla leaned all the way over and tongued the girl’s clit as her husband fucked Tilly.

  He pulled out and stepped back. “On the floor.”

  “Which one?” Tilly asked.

  “Both of you. On your hands and knees.”

  Tilly got down on her hands and knees and flared her ass. It was a glorious sight. Bernard actually felt tears welling. Carla climbed down and straddled Tilly’s back. She squatted down and flared her ass over Tilly’s as well like she was riding her piggy back. Bernard actually did have to wipe his eyes. He went high and low over and over on his wife and Tilly. Two perfect asses were jiggling. Four tits were swinging.

  He felt his cum rising and his balls tightening. He pulled out of his wife and rammed into Tilly one more time. He wanted to get one more go at that tight, young pussy in case this never happened again.

  Tilly screamed as he slammed into her wildly. He took it to the last moment and jerked out shooting hot bursts of cum over both pussies and asses. Each shot on his wife dripped and ran down over Tilly giving her an extra coating.

  Finally he collapsed onto his back admiring his work.

  Tilly spoke from underneath Carla. “My hour’s not up.”

  Carla laughed. “He’s good girl, but there was never going to be an hour on the pies or the man.”

  “I want to play some more.” Her voice was pouty and Bernard felt a stir down below. He might be able to go again after all.

  Carla laughed. “Flip over, Tilly.”

  The twenty-year-old rolled to her back. Carla turned around and laid down sixty-nine on top of Tilly.

  “Do you always have to clean up his messes?” Tilly spoke muffled into Carla’s pussy.

  “Shut up and eat your pie, Tilly.”

  Carla started licking up Bernard’s thick cum off of Tilly’s pussy. He heard Tilly slurping as she did the same to Carla.

  Bernard’s sticky cock started growing again. Carla glanced up at it as she licked Tilly clean and she winked. Bernard decided neighbors had more potential than he originally thought.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 24

  “Why are we going to a church to get a sex talk?” Holly laughed flipping a strand of long, red hair over her shoulder.

  Stephanie looked even more uncomfortable than she did before. She swept blond bangs off her forehead. “It’s not a church. It’s a community center.”

  “You know Becky that works at the university registrar’s office?” Holly asked as they walked past the letter board which read: Safe Sexy Living for Girls – Dr. Stella Craft. “Yeah, she goes to church here. It’s one of those everyone praying at once rolling on the floor churches too. I’m not judging, but I’m not sure I want to learn about sex from those people.”

  Stephanie groaned. “They probably just use it on Sundays. My grandmother plays Mahjong here on Wednesdays. Think of it as learning sex in a Mahjong hall.”

  Holly stopped outside the double doors of the lecture room with stadium seating. “Yeah, that’s even creepier. I’m leaving.”

  Stephanie grabbed her arm. “No. Don’t you dare leave me alone with my sister and the Sex Lady.”

  Holly laughed sharply enough to echo off the ceiling. “Sex Lady? What kind of weird party are you taking me to? Who is the sex lady?”

  “Dr. Craft. She works at the same clinic as my older sister, Melody. Craft does this safe, sexy talk for college girls and my sister is making me come to this one.”

  “We’re sophomores in college,” Holly said, “How do you not know about sex by now and how does you sister make you do anything?”

  Stephanie looked down. “I don’t want to say.”

  Holly tilted her head. “Tell me.”

  Stephanie walked into the room. “It’s embarrassing.”

  Holly followed and sat down next to Stephanie on the back row. Other girls were seated closer to the front. Holly recognized some of them, but they were mostly freshmen. Holly thought they might have gotten cultural arts community credits for attending the lecture. Holly already had all she needed from her performances with the school choir and her cross country competitions.

  “Tell me or I’m leaving.”

  Stephanie sighed and looked around. She leaned close and whispered. “My sister caught me giving Tyson a blowjob in my parents’ bed. She found out later we weren’t using protection when we fucked. She threatened to tell our dad, if I didn’t attend this and then come into the clinic to pick up birth control, okay?”

  Holly laughed out loud and some of the girls near the front turned around.

  Stephanie waved her hands and hissed. “Shut up, bitch. Damn.”

  Holly covered her mouth and said, “That’s why you need to live on campus with me, stupid.”

  “Believe me, I’d love to, but we live in town and my parents are paying, so no go.”

  “On your parents’ bed?” Holly
pinched her nose and stifled a laugh. “That’s precious. It’s like you’re still in high school.”

  “At least I’ve done something,” Stephanie said.

  Holly swallowed and cleared her throat. “I’m waiting for the right guy.”

  “You just turned nineteen,” Stephanie said. “It must be getting pretty dusty down there. You need this talk more than I do.”

  Holly looked away. “Stop.”

  “Sorry. You have to have had opportunities though. You have that tight, runner’s body. What gives?”

  Holly shook her head. “Boys are so stupid. All the ones I know are rude or stink or are empty headed. I can barely stand to be around them much les think about … you know.”

  Stephanie laughed. “I wasn’t sucking Tyson’s brain, bitch.”

  Holly covered her mouth. “How big is it?”

  “I can barely wrap my hand around it. When I climb on top, I feel like I’m riding a flagpole. It is so good.”

  Holly shook her head as her face reddened to match her hair. “Your parents would be so proud. You should let your sister tell.”

  “Oh, Jesus, Holly. If my dad knew I was fucking a black guy, he would run me up a flag pole and not the one between Ty’s legs. I can’t even imagine. So here I am.”

  Holly snorted. “Here we are.”

  Stephanie squeezed Holly’s arm. “You are a good friend. I’ll let you have a go at Tyson. You and I can tag team him. I could use the help.”

  Holly swatted at Stephanie, but accidentally hit her in one of her big boobs. They were firmer than she expected. Holly didn’t have a lot in that department. She barely had to wear a bra at all except when she ran. She had enough to bounce on a run.

  Stephanie covered her boob and dropped open her mouth. “Oh, you want to get started already.”

  Before Holly could respond, two women took the stage and introduced themselves. Stephanie’s sister Melody didn’t look much older than Stephanie. She was blond like Stephanie, but had her hair cropped into a chin length pixie cut. It was cute. Melody had heavy, firm boobs like Stephanie.

  Holly whispered. “How old is your sister?”

  “Just turned twenty-four.”

  Dr. Stella Craft was older. Holly estimated early forties. It showed in her face a little. She had big breasts too – bigger than Melody even. They pressed against her coat and blouse. Holly waited to see if a button would fly off and they would come spilling out. Stella had long, dark hair. Holly found herself wondering if it was soft. She wore stiletto heels that tightened her calves and lifted her ass into a muscular curve. Stella must have been into squats, Holly thought.

  As they went through discussions of safe sex and sexy games that did not involve penetration, Holly felt a little turned on. She started to think that maybe she should take a ride on one of the stupid boys. She even considered Stephanie’s tag team offer. Holly glanced at Stephanie. She decided Steph was probably kidding.

  Stephanie was sliding deeper and deeper into her seat.

  Holly whispered. “What’s wrong?”

  “This is so embarrassing. If my sister says penetration one more time, I’m going to penetrate my head on a flag pole.”

  Holly smiled and poked at Stephanie’s mouth with her finger. “That’s how you ended up here in the first place.”

  “Stop. My sister is looking up here. I don’t want her to point me out.”

  As Stephanie spoke, her lips and tongue brushed Holly’s finger. She shivered and her finger lingered on Stephanie’s lips a moment longer. Holly could see why Tyson would enjoy the touch of those lips.

  “My sister is here today,” Melody said.

  Holly dropped her finger away from Stephanie’s mouth.

  “Oh,” Stella said, “that is wonderful. Where is she? Stand up, please.”

  Melody smiled on stage and pointed up to the back row. “Stand up, Stephie.”

  Stephanie sighed and stood. She waved and the other girls clapped. Stephanie quickly sat back down.

  “She brought a friend,” Stella said. “That’s great. Spread the knowledge. Who’s your friend, Stephie?”

  Stephanie covered her face.

  Melody squinted and said, “That is Holly.”

  Stella said, “Well, you two come down front after we’re done and we’ll have a special gift for both of you.”

  They continued on with the talk.

  Holly leaned over. “Do you think the gift is sex toys?”

  Stephanie covered her head and slumped down further. “I’m just going to tell my dad so he will kill me.”

  Holly sniffed out a single laugh. “I think it’s almost over.”

  Dr. Stella Craft clicked a remote and a slide popped onto the screen. The girls yelled. Stella said, “This, girls, is a penis … with advanced stage syphilis.”

  Holly looked away and Stephanie groaned under her arms.

  After the event, the girls clapped and started filtering out. Holly took a few steps down from the back row and then realized she was alone. She looked back and saw Stephanie shuffling toward the doors.

  “Hey,” Holly called. “We’re supposed to go down and see them. Where are you going?”

  “Like hell I’m going down there.” Stephanie kept moving toward the door as she spoke. “That woman is crazy and my sister will just keep saying penetration to mess with me. You’re on your own.”

  “Thanks a lot. I was here for you.”

  Stephanie was gone before Holly was finished talking. She looked back down toward the stage and considered bailing herself. The last couple girls that stayed to talk were leaving too. Holly sighed and walked down the steps to Melody and Dr. Craft’s stage.

  Melody smiled at her and stepped away from the case where she was packing away the display boards with terrifying statistics. Holly thought of the slides of diseased penises again and almost gagged.

  “Where did Stephanie go?”

  Holly smiled and shrugged. “I think she had a lab or a class or had to study or something.”

  “It’s a Saturday,” Melody said and rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen the kind of studying Stephanie does on Saturdays and it is not in books.”

  “Still biology though,” Holly said. After the words left her lips, her eyes widened. She had met Melody a couple times briefly, but she wasn’t sure if they were in a place to joke with each other like that.

  Melody laughed and Holly felt more at ease. Her pixie hair tossed around her face and Holly swallowed.

  Stella Craft stepped down and towered over both girls in her heels. “This is your sister? No. You are the friend. I saw that red hair from up here.”

  Stella ran her fingers down through Holly’s hair and Holly shivered. She fought the urge to reach out and play with Stella’s hair.

  “Yes, um, Stephanie had to leave to study maybe.” Holly looked at Melody who rolled her eyes. “Or she was afraid her sister was going to say penetration again and embarrass her.”

  Both women laughed and Stella gripped Holly’s shoulder and lingered there. Holly felt warm and found herself hoping Stella wouldn’t let go. She didn’t.

  “The second one is more likely,” Melody said.

  Holly shrugged and was worried Stella was going to misinterpret the move as Holly pushing her hand away, but instead, Dr. Craft’s hand moved to the back of Holly’s neck. Holly felt hot in the face.

  “I study on Saturdays,” she said.

  Melody smiled and looked Holly up and down. “I bet you have to with being a music major.”

  “What kind of music?” Stella’s attention on Holly felt good.

  “I play piano and sing.”

  Stella smiled and looked at Melody as she rubbed Holly’s neck. “Nice. She’s good with her hands and mouth.”

  Melody smiled and winked at Stella.

  “Well …” Holly wasn’t sure what the rest of the sentence was going to be, so she just stopped talking.

  “Holly’s a runner too,” Melody said.

  “Y
ou must stay fit and healthy,” Stella noted.

  Holly shrugged again and Stella’s hand slid from Holly’s neck to the middle of her back. Stella rubbed in a circle and Holly wondered if she could tell that Holly wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Melody nodded. “Cross country.”

  “Mmm,” Stella hummed. Her hand slid down to Holly’s waist. It felt like two of Stella’s fingers slid into the waistband of her shorts in the back. They were elastic. Holly hadn’t dressed up because she wasn’t expecting to be the center of anyone’s attention today. If Stella pulled, she could take them right off her. The thought made Holly tingle. She wondered if Stella could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. Holly usually didn’t unless she was running in a meet. No one ever explored down there except her, so it hadn’t been a concern before. Stella said, “You must have some good endurance.”