by Rose Temper
He laughed again. “Ok, why not?” He came over to the blanket.
She got up on her knees to make room for him to lay there, but she forgot that her top was untied and it stayed there on the towel as she got up. Chuck got a full view of her breasts. “Whoops,” she said, taking her time picking it up and putting it back on.
His face turned a little red but he kept looking at her, not staring, just pretending like it was normal to be hanging out here in the grass with his step-daughter and her bare tits hanging out. “Should I lay on my back or my stomach?”
“Lay on your stomach first.”
He laid down and she squirted oil onto his back. Was it too much to sit on him? She didn’t care. He didn’t seem to mind when she threw her leg over and planted herself on top of his ass. It was so muscular. Much more so than she thought it would be.
She leaned forward and pressed her weight onto her hands in the muscles on his back. “Wow, your back is really tight. You should get massages more often.”
“Yeah? I’ve been a little stressed lately I guess.”
“Stress is bad for you, you know. It could shorten your life. You should find some more outlets for stress-relief.” Like putting your hard cock in my mouth.
He didn’t say anything. She knew he wasn’t one to complain about stuff but it had to be hard for him living with the mega-bitch, a.k.a. her mother. She wished she could do something for him to make him happy.
His back was starting to loosen up some as she rubbed it. And her pussy was sopping wet now because as she massaged his back she was also grinding her clit into his firm ass and that alone was getting her worked up to the point that if she continued like that she could probably make herself come. It never took her long to orgasm, and sitting here on Chuck, rubbing the oil into his cut muscular back was making her extremely horny.
“That feels good,” he said.
You have no idea Chuck. “Good, I’m glad. I’m going to do your legs now.”
She backed down his legs, put her knees down on either side of them and started to work on the back of his calves. They were like heavy sandbags.
Working her way up the leg, at his hamstring now, she rubbed her pussy down hard on his calf and she had to stop herself from moaning out loud. Could he feel her on his leg? He must be able to. She rubbed herself gently on his leg now, moving her hips to the same rhythm as her hands so it was possible that he could convince himself she wasn’t doing it on purpose. But maybe she wanted him to think it was on purpose. She wasn’t sure.
“Open your legs a little,” she said. “I need to do the inside of your thighs.” She got off him for a second so he could move his legs and after he’d spread them she started squeezing the inside of his leg, moving slowly up them, pulling his shorts up as she went. She wanted to just rip them down right there. It would be so easy too. She could just pull them down and throw them over the fence and then what could he do. It took all her willpower to not do it.
She continued massaging the inside of his leg with one hand, and with the other she lifted the bottom of his shorts up, very carefully, and bent her head down low to look inside. And there was the head of his cock, pointed down towards her, only inches away from hand. The purplish smooth head was engorged and it looked so pretty there. She wanted to take it in her mouth but she would settle for touching it.
She inched her fingers towards it as she massaged, then quickly, she brushed her oiled hand over it. Chuck twitched underneath her but then was perfectly still. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t run away either. That had to be a good sign. Maybe she could rub it now. With her other hand she reached down into her bikini and found her throbbing clitoris. Then she went back to rubbing his leg, closer to his cock now that she knew exactly where it was.
She was about to grab it again when she heard the familiar sound of her mom’s SUV pulling up in the driveway.
“Oh shit,” Chuck said.
Alice got up and he jumped up off the ground, looking around, the bulge in his pants impossible to hide now. She collected the blanket and the oil and said, “I gotta go clean the house.”
“Yeah, ok, um…” It was obvious to both of them that his dick was rock hard and pointing straight at her but he had nothing to cover it with. “I think I have some things I need to do to.”
“Ok, see you later,” she blurted and ran up to her room just before her mom walked through the front door.
***
Chuck seemed like he was avoiding her all the next week. He spent lots of time out in the garage or if he wasn’t out there he would just take off in his truck without telling anyone where he was going and didn’t come back for hours.
Friday afternoon Alice was in her room watching porn on her laptop. Her idea was to watch it and hopefully pick up some pointers so she wouldn’t seem like a total noob the first time she got with a guy.
She especially liked the blow job scenes and paid close attention to how the girls held their mouths and what they did with their hands–usually working it up and down the shaft or sometimes cupping the balls. This video she was watching now had a younger girl–blonde like her–sucking the cock of an older man. She imagined it was her and Chuck as her hand moved down into her shorts and found the wetness starting to build between her legs.
Then her mother’s piercing voice yelled up the stairs, interrupting her. “Alice! Come down here.”
She sighed and closed the browser. Her mother was really getting on her nerves lately and she’d been fighting with Chuck even more than usual. They should just get a divorce already and get it over with.
Downstairs, her mother came out of her bedroom pulling a large suitcase behind her.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to get out of this house for the weekend. It’s driving me crazy. I left a list of chores I want you to do while I’m gone.”
“Ok.” She did her best to hide her excitement at the thought of having a whole weekend alone with Chuck.
“And don’t invite anyone over to the house.”
“Fine.”
“I mean it.”
“I said ok, mother. I won’t invite anybody over.” She didn’t want anyone there getting in the way of her and Chuck anyway.
“I’ll be back Sunday. Don’t forget your chores.” And she left without even hugging Alice.
It was 3 o’clock; Chuck would be home from work in a couple hours and she wanted to make dinner for him.
She texted him: ‘Mom went out of town. I thought I would make some steaks for us. Sound good?’
Almost immediately the little bubble popped up saying he was typing a reply. But then it stopped and no message came. What was he thinking about? She stood there watching the phone for what seemed like forever. When she finally put the phone down and walked away to start getting things ready, it vibrated and she darted back over to it. His reply came: ‘Ok’
She smiled and clutched the phone to her chest, taking a moment to let her imagination run wild with the possibilities. Then she tore through the house, cleaning everything for Chuck. A man should be able to come home to a nice meal and a clean home… and a loving woman.
When she’d finished cleaning and making sure they had everything to cook dinner, she took a bath and shaved her pussy all the way, but she didn’t masturbate because she wanted to save herself for him. After she got out of the tub she put on a cute little dress that made her boobs look nice. She looked in the mirror; her nipples were hard and you could clearly see them through the dress. You could see her panty line through the thin material and she decided to just take them off. The air felt nice against her bare sex. Satisfied, she went to go start dinner. Chuck would be home any moment.
When she heard the rumble of his truck in the driveway her heart started to quicken in her chest and she was suddenly having second thoughts. What if she were making too much out of this. Maybe he had no interest in her and nothing would happen between them and it would be painfully obvious that she was tryi
ng to come onto him by dressing up and cooking steaks, trying to play house like a little girl. She considered if she should run upstairs real fast and change into something more casual.
Relax. Just play it cool and see what happens. She took a deep breath, got a beer from the fridge and went to the front door to meet him as he came in.
She handed him the beer when he got inside. “Hey, how was work?”
“It was fine.” He took the bottle and looked at her dress. “You look nice.”
“Oh, thanks. Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes.”
“Ok, I’m going to take a shower then.”
They ate together and chatted like normal. He told her about what was going on at work and she listened intently, happy to be hearing about his life.
After dinner, he told her the food was amazing and that he would do the dishes. The cook never cleans, he said. She said fine but that she would help him. And then they were standing next to each other in front of the sink full of soapy water, standing so close that she could smell the sweet, familiar smell of his aftershave. It had been the same brand for years, and she’d always loved the smell of it.
He’d wash something then hand it to her to rinse and dry. They cracked jokes the whole time and they finished the few dishes quickly. He was such a nice man. It was a shame her mom was so much of a bitch to him. If Chuck were her husband she would do everything she could to make him happy.
After they’d dried all the dishes and put them away she asked him if he wanted to watch a movie.
“Sure, why not.” He was in a good mood and it was nice to see him like that.
They sat down on the couch together, not so close that they were touching but not on the opposite sides either. He found some action flick he wanted to see. She didn’t care what it was as long as she got to sit near him in the dark.
During the movie, her mind wandered to her recurring fantasy of putting his cock in her mouth, and she felt herself starting to get wet at the thought of it. She was sitting with her legs up on the couch, indian-style, and she thought how easy it would be to just let her dress ride up some accidentally and since she wasn’t wearing any panties he could get a nice shot of her freshly shaved pussy if he happened to look down.
But then she got an even better idea and took a chance on it.
“It’s cold in here,” she said, then moved right next to him, nuzzled her face on his shoulder, and grabbed his arm and put it around her. He didn’t resist but she felt his body tighten next to her. They stayed like that for several minutes, completely rigid, and then she laid her hand gently on his thigh. No reaction. She’d half expected him to jump up off the couch or yell at her or something.
After a while she felt his body loosen some so she decided to push it even further and slowly moved the palm of her hand around on his leg as though she were petting a delicate kitten.
Then his hand that was around her started to do the same thing to her shoulder. The warmth between her legs grew hotter and she kept petting his leg but she didn’t dare move her body, not wanting to upset the delicate balance they seemed to have achieved.
She squeezed his leg now, and he squeezed her shoulder in response. It was dark, but from the light of the tv she could see the bulge in his pants growing. His cock was getting hard for her and her tight cunt ached now, needing release.
He seemed to be letting her make the moves so if anything was going to happen she knew it was up to her to take what she wanted. It was probably an odd situation for him. His step-daughter who he’d help raise had turned into a hot young woman. But a man has needs after all. And so did she for that matter, as the throbbing between her thighs reminded her.
She pretended to yawn then moved her head down and rested it on his lap. His hard cock was right there against her cheek now! So close she could feel his heart pounding through his engorged dick. She stroked her hand up and down his leg and he did the same to her rib cage. Inching farther and farther up his leg with each stroke, she worked her hand up under his shorts, and gently rubbed her face against his throbbing dick.
Then she found his dick with her fingers and felt the soft spongey skin of his head.
He let out a long sigh and clutched at her side with his hand. Encouraged, she wrapped her small hand all the way around his cock and stroked it gently. His breathe quickened and his fingers dug into her ribs.
She had to have his cock in her mouth and she started to pull his shorts down but he grabbed them, stopping her.
“Fuck. We can’t do this, Alice.”
“Why not?” She was sat up and looked him in the eye. He was terrified.
“Because.” He seemed to be searching his mind for a good reason. “It’s not right.”
“Please, Chuck. I want you so bad. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
She tried to pull on his shorts again and this time he couldn’t offer any resistance. He just groaned as his dick leapt up when she pulled them down. Taking the huge swollen cock into her hand, she lowered her lips onto it and took it into her warm mouth, licking the head with her tongue.
“Oh my god,” he said and took her hair in his fist, guiding her head up and down.
The taste was new to her and she didn’t know what to compare it to. It was a little salty but in a good way and she decided that it tasted like sex. She made sure to keep her teeth out of the way and let her saliva drip down to give her hand plenty of lubrication as she stroked it.
She was starting to get into a good rhythm when he pulled her head up off of him. She was about to protest, thinking he was having second thoughts again, but then he snatched her up in his arms, effortlessly, and then laid her down on her back on the couch.
He lifted her dress up and stared at her pussy for a moment before stripping all his clothes off.
She pulled her dress up over her head and spread her legs waiting for him, the aching of her pussy almost unbearable now.
He got down in front of her then buried his tongue into her virgin cunt and she screamed out in pleasure.
“God, you taste so good,” he said. His tongue flicked over her clitoris now and she squirmed beneath him as he pleasured her hairless, wet pussy.
Then he got up and laid on her, kissing her hard.
She tasted her juices on him and felt his throbbing cock on the soft skin of her belly.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Hard.”
He wrapped his arm behind her neck and then plunged himself deep into her tight, virgin cunt. All caution gone now as his instincts took over and he ravaged her over and over, burying his shaft up to the balls.
His cock was so huge, like nothing she’d ever experienced, and it hurt a little, but she welcomed the small amount of pain that came along with immense amount of pleasure. An orgasm was building deep within her womb and the walls of her tight pussy clutched at his cock as she moaned for him to pound her hard.
She came suddenly, clenching him, her whole body shaking beneath the huge man on top of her and she yelled out in ecstasy.
He moaned with her and then yelled as he pumped his hips hard into her and blew his hot load of come inside her fertile pussy.
She felt his warm, sticky seed fill her and she hugged him tight to her, wanting to experience all of him at once. To be in his heart, and with him completely.
He collapsed onto her and their hearts pounded against each other as they breathed heavily in unison.
They stayed like that for some time, still joined together, not saying anything to each other, neither one sure of what this meant or what the future would bring. So they laid there and enjoyed the moment, holding each other and letting all worries leave their minds.
Bridgett's Fertile Fantasy
Bridgett was at home by herself, bored again. It was summer vacation and she was back home from her first year at college. Her parents were at work and Brad, her step-brother, was out playing basketball. The boredom had become so strong she’d taken to cleaning the house when she got tired
of watching daytime tv.
Right now she was doing everyone’s laundry. There were only so many soap-operas you could watch before it started to make you a little crazy she thought. She took her laundry basket half-full of dirty clothes from her room and went into Brad’s room. Clothes were strewn around everywhere on the floor. He was such a boy in some ways–not caring about how clean anything was.
They were the same age and had pretty much grown up together. Her mom and his dad got married when they were both ten years old. At first they fought a lot but as time went on they became better friends and now they got along just fine. He was a nice guy. When she’d gone away to college and he stayed at home, she realized how close they’d grown over the years because of how much she missed him.
He was so messy though. She went around his room collecting his clothes off the floor and putting them in the basket. She held up a pair of his underwear and looked at them. They were those boxer-brief things that were supposed to give a man support but let him have freedom too; that’s what the commercials said anyway. She tossed them into the basket.
Brad was really starting to become a man. When she came back home and hugged him for the first time she could tell that his muscles had grown quite a bit and his body had filled out. She couldn’t help but notice his ass had gotten nicer too from all the squats he did at the gym.
She picked up another pair of his underwear and was about to put them in the basket when she noticed something. Bridgett had been doing Brad’s laundry long enough to know what that hardened patch of fabric in his underwear was. When he would close his door during the day it was more likely than not he was pleasuring himself and when he finished he would find whatever piece of clothing was near him to come into. That was her theory anyway.
She ran her finger over the dried patch of his sperm and felt a tingling between her legs. It was a shame to let all that go to waste. Ever since she’d been home there was some new dynamic between them that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was hormones; she wasn’t really sure. Whatever it was it made them both nervous around each other.