Chrissy breathed hard, her eyes heavy with the weight of her lust. He continued to his gradual assault on her body, in and out, his pace exasperatingly slow. This time she was more used to his girth, and felt her canal swallow him easily. Involuntarily she clenched around his thick cock. Him entering her core introduced her to pleasures she’d never felt before.
She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at him. Oh, how Chrissy had longed for this moment for so, so long.
“Come on,” she said to him, her voice soft, like petals in a breeze. “Just fuck me already.”
He settled into a rhythm, fucking her slowly at first, before picking up the pace. A jolt of pleasure, a thread of the inevitable, made her cry out. “Yes! Like that!” Her whole body was buzzing with sensation.
Chrissy pictured his hard body piercing her over and over. Each time he sunk his cock into her velvet depths, she was like a toy, winding up a little more. She flared with pleasure, more and more fuel added to her fire.
Each time he pummeled into her, each time his pubic bone and fronts of his thighs impacted her ass, it made a wet slapping noise. The sounds of their sex were carnal.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes!” she hissed. “Fuck, yes!” she screamed, not caring for a second if anybody else was within earshot. Fuck it! She was getting fucked by a boy she wasn’t allowed to love! If there was anything better than that, she did not know what it was!
“Harder,” she moaned, as her legs trembled. He obliged, fucking her with more fervor, more ferocity. His own urgency was his frantic pistoning now, and his hands were slapping her ass, grabbing the meat on her thighs, and pulling her back onto him so hard that the slap their skin made was loud in the air.
He was wild, animalistic, his every thrust imbued with primal energy. The movement of her hips was perfectly timed to his thrusts; they were one.
“Oh, fuck,” she grunted, her face a bunched up expression of pleasure. Her eyes rolled up, and her lids grew heavier and heavier. She was in heaven. She lowered her head, all her attention on the pleasure building in her womanhood.
Chrissy felt so alive being fucked by him, sharing in his body, and sharing her body with him. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She knew that it was, and that it shouldn’t be… but still… that her confession had led to an afternoon of taboo sex on the beach was simply too hard to really believe.
Her nipples stood rigidly erect on her tits, which were trembling from her frantic breathing. “I can smell you,” he groaned. “I love it.” She might normally have felt a pang of modesty, but she felt no such thing this time. She loved that he loved it.
“Oh, Michael!” she cried as he began to finger her clit. She moaned loudly, spikes of pleasure shooting through her. Pleasure and hints at that ultimate rapture rippled through her senses, ignited her nerve endings, and sent her longing for the finish line. She concentrated on the feeling of his cock rippling past her lips, stretching her, on his fingers deftly massaging her button through her underwear. It felt so good. It felt so fucking good!
Chrissy breathed out a ragged cry, moaning silently as she began to buck backward, meeting each of his driving thrusts, harder and harder with her own animalistic energy.
Each touch of his fingertips on her skin felt as if he was shooting electricity directly through her. She felt like his big cock was drilling her, boring a hole right through her center. She felt his hands in her hair, and then was yanked backward, forcing her to look up as he fucked her.
She was too wound up. The feeling of his thick cock driving in and out of her was intoxicating. “Harder,” she moaned, her voice trembling from each of his thrusts. The spring inside her was coiling. The motor was winding. The line growing tauter and tauter by the second, by the thrust.
All the sensations in her body were converging in her center, in the core of her womanhood. Chrissy found it hard to focus on anything but what she felt, but his unending fucking. She wanted more of him inside her.
The warmth of his body slapping against hers was surpassed only by the warmth of his cock inside her. It was hot being able to see his movement. Leaning down, she could smell his musk.
“Fuck me, Michael!” she growled, gnashing her teeth together, hungry for more pleasure. She moaned and writhed and squirmed beneath him, the feeling of being fucked by Michael utterly amazing.
Her arms buckled, and she dropped to her elbows as he pounded into her. His angle was just right; her internal clitoris, her g-spot, was where he was hitting her. The touch of his fingers on her clit was driving her into a frenzy.
It was all she could do not to just continuously scream.
Chrissy expelled the air she’d been holding in, and shook as she ascended. She was hearing the whispers of climax around her, like wisps of smoke slowly encircling and enveloping her body.
She was on the edge. Right there. So, so fucking close. She wailed her pleasure for all to hear. The build-up inside her was crude, base.
Gone was the distinctness of their two bodies, replaced by something singular. They moved unison. It was like they were merging.
Her orgasm exploded, unstoppable, insistent.
“OOOHHHHH!” she screamed, bellowing out her pleasure, not caring who heard. “Ohhhhhh FUUUUUCK!”
She plunged into a pool of pleasure. She couldn’t open her eyes if she wanted to. She squeezed around him, milking every last thrust, chasing that intense but ultimately fleeting pleasure.
The urge to shriek her pleasure was too much, and she opened her throat and let out a long, undulating moan as she was lost to total and complete oblivion.
Her climax continued, his rod thickened, and this thrusts grew shallower.
“Oh, God,” she heard him grown behind her.
“Come inside me!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice hoarse. His thrusts grew shallower, just the tip, and he his hands were clamped onto her hips hard.
“Come for me, Michael,” she moaned, reaching back to touch his hand. He held onto it hard.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered behind her. His body was tight, and his jerky motions urgent. “Oh, shit, oh shit. I’m going to come!”
She pushed back against him hard, moaned loudly as her own climax ebbed. His hands found her breasts and he kneaded them through her top and bra, clutched them, made them slightly tender, a little sore.
His thrusts were soon as shallow as they could be, just his cock head fucking her, just the tip rippling past her sensitive folds.
He groaned, and grunted, and he drove himself into her velvety, womanly depths one last time before his huge cock twitched mightily inside her.
“Fuck,” he breathed, unloading himself into her again and again and again. She could feel each twitch, each kick of his cock as he came inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, panting.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, pulling his dick out of her. She felt his cum dribble down the insides of her thighs before her panties snapped back into place.
“I can’t believe we did that,” he said, helping her to her feet. Her knees were wobbly, her legs weak, and she collapsed into his arms, holding onto his neck.
He leaned forward to kiss her again, and she felt his cock, still hard, press against her clothing, leaving marks, a combination of both his cum and hers.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go home.”
“And then what?” Chrissy asked.
He raised an eyebrow. “Why, we take a shower together. And then make love again.”
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Misbehaving
By Carl East
I was born in Hull, England in 1956. I've had quite the adventure in reaching this point in my life. I've been married three times, I was homeless for seven months and living in a tent, due to depression. I've done every mundane job there is to find out there and then eBooks came along. I started writing erotica in the year 2000 and found that I enjoyed creating stories that excited people. I've built up a good number of
stories since then, although they haven't all been erotic stories. I earn a modest income from my tales. I now live in America and have done for the past 7 years. I'm very happily married and intend to stay that way. If you'd like to contact me, my email address is [email protected].
I've also finally got around to setting up my own website, check it out.
http://www.carlsadultbooks.com/books
I was interviewed at the beginning of 2012, it was an audio interview, which I thought you might like to hear. Just copy and paste the link into your browser.
http://alexandersbooks.podbean.com/2012/05/04/carl-east-paranormal-erotica-how-he-reshaped-the-erotica-landscape/
All the best and happy reading.
Carl
My name is Judy and I’m near the end of the last year of college. I’m also starting to take notice of guys again. I swore off guys at the age of eighteen because I wanted to concentrate on college and I didn’t want any distractions. Now that all the late night studying was over, I could relax more and have some fun. I somehow thought it would be easy to pick up where I left off, but I was finding it hard to talk to guys for some reason. It was during a day off college that I found myself alone with my stepbrother and wondered if I should talk to him.
His name is Barry and he’s nineteen, almost two years younger than I am. My mother had married his father five years before this story and surprisingly we hit it off almost immediately. He matured at an early age and always seemed to have a good head on his shoulders as far as his future was concerned. Anyway, on this particular day he was wearing shorts and relaxing on the armchair recliner in the sitting room. I sat opposite him and was just about to ask him a question when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.
His shorts were already tight fitting but because he had one foot up on the chair while he was reading a magazine, they appeared tighter. I could clearly see the shape of his flaccid cock and it stopped me dead in my tracks. As I stared at it, I couldn’t help wondering what it looked like fully erect. I stopped that thought immediately as I’d never looked upon Barry that way before. It was almost as if I was noticing him for the very first time. I sat back in my chair, trying to compose a good question, but I kept looking over at the bulge and suddenly realized that I was getting wet. I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Girl, what are you doing, just get over it and ask him the question, I thought to myself as I poured out some water into a glass. When I returned, he’d pushed the chair back all the way to relax and I could no longer see anything.
“Um…Barry, can I ask you for advice?” I said.
“Yeah, sure sis…what’s up?” he replied.
“I’m looking for a date, but I’m not sure how to proceed. I mean, it’s been a couple of years since I put myself out there, so to speak. Any advice would be appreciated.”
“Well, one thing comes to mind right away and that’s your clothing. You have an incredible figure, but you don’t show it off enough. I saw you wearing that tight gray dress at the party last month and everyone said something good about it,” replied Barry.
Until that moment, I hadn’t thought he’d noticed me, but then why would he. However, it sort of made me feel good hearing him say those things.
“So, you’d suggest that I wear something sexy to get myself noticed?”
“Yes, and you could also wear a little more makeup. Don’t get me wrong, what you do use is good but a good foundation and the right lipstick will go a long way to get you the desired results,” he said knowingly.
I thanked him and then went straight upstairs. I looked through my wardrobe and saw the dress he’d mentioned and then I spotted a dress I hadn’t put on since I was eighteen. It was a little red number that was short and tight. I pulled it out and placed it against my body as I looked into the mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I saw no reason why it shouldn’t fit, as my bust size had remained the same and I was still a size twelve. I decided to try it on and began to remove my clothes. When I pulled the dress down over my head, I remembered the last time I wore it and how many times I was asked if I’d care for a drink that night.
I pulled it down to cover my body and then had to adjust it a little as it was always a tight fit, before turning and looking in the mirror. It was like having a second skin, that’s how tightly it hugged my body. The front was lower than I remembered and showed off a good cleavage and the hem of the dress came down to about six inches above my knees. Then I sat down at my dresser and carefully applied my makeup. I chose the fire-engine red color for my lipstick, before brushing my hair and standing up again. I think I looked good, but I wanted a second opinion so I went back downstairs.
“What do you think of this?” I said as I walked into the sitting room.
Barry looked up at me and then put his chair down into the sitting position as he stared at what I was now wearing.
“Wow sis, you look amazing. If that doesn’t get you what you want nothing will,” he said.
“Thanks Barry, that’s what I needed to hear,” I replied.
I didn’t see him stand and follow me into the kitchen, but when I turned around and spotted him, I saw the huge bulge in his shorts and started to laugh. I walked up to him still laughing and then totally took him by surprise when I grabbed the bulge. I really thought he’d shoved something down his shorts.
“What have you tucked into your pants?” I laughed as he pulled back in shock.
It took me a few seconds to realize that I was actually holding his cock. I pulled away immediately and could feel my face flushing with embarrassment.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I really thought you’d stuffed something into your pants as an exaggerated way to show me how much I’d turn men on. I had no idea you were that big,” I explained.
He started to laugh as he realized what had happened and then looked embarrassed himself.
“It should be me apologizing. When I saw you dressed like that, it actually did turn me on. Whenever I’m turned on, I have no say in what my cock does. In fact, I wasn’t aware that I’d grown so obviously until you grabbed me and for that I apologize,” he said.
I looked down again and could see the bulge straining against his short pants. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see a cock so badly in my entire life, until that day. I’d gotten my hand around it and that alone was making me wet.
“I think I’d better go and get a cold shower,” laughed Barry as he left the room.
I stood there remembering how solid and large his cock felt in my hand. I just have to know, I thought as I heard him running up the stairs. I had to see it for myself. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to get it out of my mind. I followed him up the stairs and could hear the shower running as I opened the door slowly. We don’t have a shower that stands on its own we have one above the bath for when we need a quick wash as opposed to a good soak. Barry had his back to me as he stood in the empty bath taking a shower.
I looked over at the bathroom cabinet and spotted the stand-alone mirror. I quickly grabbed it and positioned it to show me his reflection from the doorway. Luckily, he was washing his hair and didn’t see me. I watched for a few seconds from the safety of the door and then he turned around.
“Oh my God, I knew it,” I said to myself quietly.
I could see his still erect cock in the mirror as he started to wash it. I stared at it as it passed through his hand and I began to stroke myself. He covered his hands in liquid soap and used both to clean himself. His cock had a massive head and each time it poked through his hands I felt my loins react. My panties were soaked as I carried on watching, and then I realized that he wasn’t just cleaning himself, he was masturbating. I tried to picture him coming and wondered what it would feel like to observe.
Barry leaned against the shower wall, moving his hands faster as he became more excited. I pushed my hand down into my panties, stroked my sopping wet pussy, and then moved my clit around in circles with the tip of my finger as he started to moan. I won
dered what he was thinking about and pictured him seeing me standing in front of him wearing that tight dress he’d admired a few weeks before. Then he groaned and I witnessed his seed exploding from the tip of his cock. It shot all the way across the bathroom floor to land a foot away from the door. As I watched the second load appearing, I started to climax and slumped against the doorframe. I felt so incredibly hot and my orgasm was still affecting me as I tried to catch my breath.
“You know, the thing about mirrors, is that they work both ways,” said Barry.
Oh my God, he saw me watching him, I thought. I stood up straight, pulled my dress down, and then hesitated. Should I enter, or should I walk away, I thought. I decided the jig was up and I entered the bathroom. He was still holding his cock and facing me as I came around the door.
“Did you like what you saw?” he said.
I swallowed hard and then closed the bathroom door behind me.
“I won’t deny it, I thought it was the most incredibly erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed,” I replied.
I couldn’t help but look down at his still hardened cock as he held it up proudly. I could feel my nipples hardening and wondered what would happen in the next few minutes. He stepped out of the bath and walked toward me, still holding his cock. When he was mere inches away, I reached over with my right hand and held the end of his cock. It jerked against my fingers as I stroked the first few inches and I could feel how hard he was.
Now what, I thought, you have hold of his cock, what do you intend to do with it. I looked down to see it resting in my hand and I knew what was going to happen next. I’d gone too far now to stop myself from going any further. I dropped to my knees, still holding his cock and placed my lips around the end of it. Barry placed his hands onto the back of my head and pulled me toward him. The first few inches of his cock slid along my tongue and I started to suck it. I was looking up as his cock moved in and out of my mouth. His expression had turned to one of pleasure as he rocked his hips back and forth.
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