by Emmie Combs
It was hard for me to pay attention to touching and penetrating Ella when Wendy was awesome at this. She had eels as fingers, and put in one, two, I think even three at a time. Ella used her tongue and fingers, but I rubbed at her nub, chewing at her labia lips. We all earned and gave moans, and after (what seemed like hours) we all came together. Each girl turned off each others' dildos and Ella went to put them away.
Wendy straddled my face and whispered, "Show me that it was only you who made me cum earlier." She grunted.
My tongue flicked inside of her, licking up the old and new cum. I didn't hold her down, and she thrusted quickly onto me.
Though Ella walked in, she only sat above my head on the bed and took one of Wendy's breasts in her mouth and the other into her hand. Wendy didn't seem to want this, but she started the kissing with Ella, and moaned in Ella's mouth as she came into mine, but I didn't stop at that. On me, up north in my labia, I have a certain spot, that if you press it, I go crazy. I found hers and rotated and revolved around it.
Wendy came back many times... most when Ella wasn't home.
The End.
My Brother's Lover
I was washing my hair, bent over the bath as I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me a few centimetres off the floor. "Oh!" I gasped, wriggling in the arms of my boyfriend and throwing the handful of soapy water in my hands at his grasp, "you do pick your times, don't you?!"
He laughed, the low growling timbre of his voice hot against my neck as he loosened his hold to let me down to floor-level whilst keeping his arms loosely hooked around my body. "I don't know, there's something very cute about you with bubbly hair," he whispered in my ear, before giving me a playful swat on my ass and letting me go.
I was staying at his for the first time in our short relationship so far and was enjoying it enormously - the only fly in the ointment was the fact that, like him enormously as I did, I was beginning to realise that that was it - I liked him. I wasn't about to fall in love with him and I very much doubted I could, lovely as he was, he just didn't have the -pow- factor that I needed to get me to fall head over heels for someone. I sighed, and continued to wash my hair, rinsing the shampoo out and sliding conditioner through the strands as I became conscious of someone standing behind me. Assuming it was Greg, I smiled into the bath and held out my hand to take his. Feeling fingers sliding around my proffered hand, I continued to wash my hair clean before a very different, yet strangely familiar, voice to his began to say in a wryly amused voice; "well, it's not often I find strange women washing their hair in my parents house, that's for sure...". I whipped my hand away and flicked my hair out of my face in surprise, inadvertently splattering both me and the strange man, who - oh, SHIT - it appeared was Greg's brother.
"Oh, God - I didn't think anyone else was here - " I began, only realising as I spoke that if he didn't know who I was, this would just incriminate me further... "I mean... I'm here with Greg, I take it you're his brother?" Much better.
His brows raised, and he looked me up and down, only now did it cross my mind that we were standing much too close and the realisation sent a flutter of awareness down my spine as his lip quirked and he opened his mouth to speak. "You don't really look like my brother's type, that's for sure..." he said to me, his hands on his hips.
"Oh really? And what type is that, exactly..?" I responded, realising too late that the flirtatious tone in my voice was blatantly obvious to the most thick skinned of people, and this man did not strike me as particularly obtuse. His brows raised, but he didn't seem particularly put out, as he suddenly grabbed my hips and lowered his head to meet mine. The shock of the kiss sent shivers through my bones as I arched my back towards him and looped my arms around his neck before I realised what I was doing and pulled away, barely five seconds after the kiss started but out of breath and red cheeked.
He was looking at me with a smile on his face, his hands still on my hips as we stared at each-other.
"Well," he said softly, "my brother doesn't normally go for my type, so I don't get the urge to kiss them quite like that..."
His words reminded me forcefully of the situation we'd created, and I pulled away from him, running my fingers through my wet hair as I turned my back on him and switched the water off. "That didn't happen, okay?" I said with my back still turned away from him and I could feel him moving closer towards me with every cell in my body - God help me, but I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. I was so close to turning around and taking away any credibility to my words when I heard Greg in the doorway.
"Oh, hey, James..." he said, surprised. "I didn't realise you were staying here tonight as well," he continued, his voice trailing off slightly as he noted how closely we were standing. "I see you've met Fran, then..."
"Yes," James replied, and as I turned around from the bath, he was walking out the door. "I'd say we're quite well acquainted now, wouldn't you?" he directed at me, throwing a wink over Greg's shoulder. I glared at him and then focussed my attention on my boyfriend, his brother! Oh, my God - what was I even thinking of? I couldn't do this to Greg, and honestly, I shouldn't even have come tonight, knowing as I did that the relationship was doomed to failure. I closed my eyes against his face, lined with confusion at the situation I'd put him in.
"Greg, listen - we need to talk."
-x-
Unfortunately, having broken up with him, he was my ride home so as I packed my belongings to return to the city, I was preparing mentally for an incredibly awkward journey as I became aware of someone standing in the doorway behind me. Knowing from earlier that the one person who could make me so aware of their movements was not the man I had just dumped, I stiffened before he even said anything.
"Yes?" I snapped, as I sensed him moving closer towards me, and jumped out of my skin as he placed his hands on my hips. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"You didn't need to break up with him, you know - but I take it I was a big motivator in that decision, right?" James said, letting go of my hips and standing back a little. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned around.
"Well, you don't say? I don't normally go around letting my boyfriend's brothers kiss me," I told him, trying to inject a little bit of sternness into my tone but failing miserably. I guess it was a testament to the sizzling atmosphere between us that it somehow managed to come out flirtatiously - I closed my eyes and shook my head, giving up on any kind of moral high ground attempt. "Honestly, it wasn't you - I just knew things weren't right and what happened just proved it."
He shook his head and took a step closer to me again, "Fran."
"What?"
"I know I must seem a total ass for kissing you, but honestly, I'd do it again. I don't normally go around kissing girls my brother's dating, you know..." he shook his head, and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for a second, "but I guess you don't believe that."
I considered for a moment. I mean, yeah - the guy was obviously a bit of a jerk if he was still trying to come on to me but really - I couldn't be imagining the electric heat between us, and if he was a jerk... what did that make me? Honestly - he didn't strike me as a bad guy, if you ignored the fact that he was even making me think about this, but insane as it might sound... I believed him. I didn't think he did this regularly.
My body relaxed slightly and I took a deep breath in, closing my eyes as I opened my mouth to talk before being interrupted. "Greg's gone, by the way," he told me.
My eyes snapped open in shock, "what?!" I asked sharply. "He can't have, he's my ride!"
"He asked me to take you back tomorrow - incidentally, he guessed what had happened," James said, a note of wry amusement in his voice, which was somewhat at odds with the guilt that I could see in his eyes. "He was a bit pissed, I think it's fair to say..."
"Oh, God - that's awful," I muttered, before something else he'd said sunk into my brain. "You mean - we're spending the night here, together?"
"Yeah," he replied, then
understanding lightened his gaze. "Not together as in, together - but you know..." his hands moved to my hips again and he kept looking in my eyes, moving slowly as if waiting for me to say stop - but, God help me, although I knew I should halt him... I didn't. I let his hands move over my hips and his body slowly get closer to mine until our hips were touching and if I leant forward just a bit our lips would meet and we'd be kissing.
Our eyes were glued together and I knew how easy it would be to succumb to the heat burning me up and lower my eyelashes and let our mouths join, but I shouldn't - I really shouldn't, but, oh - my eyelashes closed and his mouth brushed my lips gently, so gently that I let out a soft sigh and his mouth attacked mine passionately, our tongues fitting sensuously together and his hands holding my hips against his, no sound in the room apart from the soft kisses that he moved down my neck as his hand quickly unzipped the shift dress I was wearing. The metallic clinks made me pause for a second and brought reality home but, oh God, as his mouth moved over my neck and over the hollow in my shoulder I moved even closer to him and let the dress slide over my body and land in a heap of fluid material on the floor.
I didn't know how it had reached this point so quickly, but I knew that we only had tonight and we had to make the most of it - this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right that as I pulled his t-shirt over his head and brought his bare torso to mine, skin against skin, all I wanted was to feel him inside me and I didn't care whose brother he was, much less that Greg probably knew exactly what we were doing right now.
His body was hot against my skin, his jeans already halfway down his legs and his heavy shaft poking a tent inside his black boxers, as I pulled him backwards onto the bed and we toppled down, him on me and my legs open as the shape of his erection nudged between my legs and I wanted him deeper, much deeper.
His mouth was wet on my neck and I opened my eyes, the white ceiling feeling so alien as we writhed on the bed, his hands pulling off my panties as he freed his erection from the fabric and the tip of his cock was pressed against my wet pussy, beginning to slip inside as he groaned and thrust his hips forward. He leant back and took hold of my legs and bent them back, my spine bending to open my hips totally to allow him access. He slid totally inside me, slowly now, the fiery rush we'd burnt up to get to this point forgotten for the moment - just me and him, his cock stretching me wide open as i felt it throbbing inside me. He looked down over my body, his eyes devouring my skin before they reached the sight of him deep inside me, our hips meeting as our bodies merged into one. He let out a soft moan and slid out of me almost completely before slamming inside me, fast and hard as the fire burnt me up again and I let out a cry, "James, please," as he fucked me now, holding my legs back as his hips jackhammered into mine and the sound was loud in the quiet room.
Sounds were tearing out of his throat as I moaned loudly, so close now to orgasm but not quite able to slip over the edge until he lowered his hand to my clit and began to massage it, hard and quickly as his thumb beat a pattern into my brain as I shook and screamed out his name as I came hard, my pussy contracting around his cock as he thrust one last, hard time and groaned loudly and harshly into my ear as he came, the condom ballooning inside me as his body shuddered in the aftermath.
I think this is going to be a good first visit home, don't you?
The End.
The Thunder Rolls
It was the thunder that woke us up. It was pretty loud. Shook the whole room. I could tell you were awake from your breathing. It startled me a little when you started to move. I thought you would just go back to sleep. I looked over as you sat up, swinging your legs out from the covers and putting your feet on the floor. Your beautiful hair was a mess from the pillow. You reached down and picked up your robe. You put it on, and reached around to your neck to get your hair out from under it. I don't get why you even bother with that robe. It's so shear that it can't keep any heat in, or stop the cold from coming in, but I know you like it, and you know I think you look damn sexy in it. You stand up, and walk over to the window. You push the curtains open, and pull the blinds up. You lean over putting your hands on the window sill. The rain is pounding against the window. The thunder is almost continuous. Every time the lighting flashes, I can see your outline through your robe. God, you are gorgeous. Just your silhouette is turning me on.
I get up and walk up behind you. You must have known I was awake cause I didn't startle you at all when I put my hands on your hips.
"Hell of a storm, huh?" I say.
"Mmmm hmmm", is your only reply. I slowly run my hands up your back to your shoulders, and start to rub a little. The lightning flashes again, and I can see your reflection in the window. Your eyes are closed, and there's a slight grin on your face. I know you love it when I rub your back. I move down to your shoulder blades, and add a little more force. Your robe is so thin, it might as well not even be there. A moan escapes your lips, and you push back against me. You start to rub your ass against me. This time it's me that lets out a moan. I don't have anything on, and the fabric from your robe and panties feels quite nice rubbing against my cock. You can feel me getting hard. I bring my hands back down to your hips, and lean back a little, pushing against you just as hard as you push against me. I'm hard as a rock now, and your movements are causing me to slide over the thin fabric that's separating us. I reach up to your neck and slowly pull the robe down. Your stand up straight and let it fall to the floor. You put your hands on the window. It suddenly crosses your mind that if anyone else is looking out of their windows, they'll be able to see you every time the lighting flashes. It's a pretty remote chance, but the thought excites you a little more. My hands are rubbing up and down your back. You feel so damn good. I reach around you and cup your breasts. Your nipples are like hard diamonds. I pinch them a little and you moan again. I slide one hand down over your panties and find you soaking wet and very warm. I push them to the side and place my hand over your pussy, sliding my middle finger between your lips. I rub your clit a little and then slide down. As my finder slides inside you, the lightning flashes brightly, and your head flies back.
"Oh yesssssss," you say as I continue to rub you. When I take my hand out, you look at me over your shoulder. I smile as I bring my finger to my lips. I lick your essence from my finger, and it's intoxicating. You know I love the way you taste, and all I want right now is to throw you on that bed, and bury my face in your pussy, but as I open my eyes and remove my finger, I see there's a different need written on your face. I slide my fingers under the band of your panties and push them down your legs and to the floor. You hang your head down as you spread your legs a little. You push your stomach to the floor and raise your ass, presenting yourself to me. I don't need any more encouragement.
I slide my cock along your crevice getting it nice, wet, and warm. Apparently you get impatient, cause you reach down between us and grab me, pointing me right where you want me to go. I start to slide inside you, and just as the head slips in, I slam myself against your ass. You have to put your hand back on the window so your head doesn't slam against it.
"Oh, fuck yeah, do it, FUCK ME!" you scream. I grab a hold of your hips and start to pull you towards me as I slam into you over and over again. You look so damn hot every time the lightning flashes, pushing against the window. There's a loud smack every time my body slaps against yours. One time I stop, and get on my toes so I can get deeper into you. I slowly grind myself deeper and deeper until my legs hurt from straining so hard. I slide out and back away from you.
"Wh, what?" you say as I grab your shoulders and spin you around. I kiss you hard and deep as we back up towards the bed. I step out from in front of you, and push you towards the bed. You get the idea, and crawl up on it staying on your knees. The room lights up from a bolt again, and I get a glimpse of you in front of me on your knees. So fuckin' sexy. You wiggle your ass a little bit, and I smile. You put your head down on the sheets as I step up behind you. I slide into you again. This time it's m
uch easier to go deep inside you. You're so fuckin hot inside. I slide almost all the way out and slam back inside. Again and again and again. You're screaming something but I can't make it out cause of the sheets. My legs are still hurting, so I push you forward a little as I crawl on the bed behind you. I enter you again, but this time I sit back on my feet and lean back a little. You realize I've given you control, and you rise up and bit and slam yourself back down on me. You start to bounce on me, up and down, up and down. I love the view I have of your ass bouncing up and down. I start to feel the end approaching, but I can tell that you're almost there to. Your rhythm is starting to falter a little, and you're grinding down on me more and more with every down stroke. I reach in front of me and grab your ass. I spread you open, stretching you wide. Your head flies back and you moan loudly as you start to bounce on me harder now. Harder and harder. I can't take it any more and I yell as I cum deep inside you. Shot after shot explodes from my cock. The heat of my cum must have been the last straw for you. You tense up hold your breath, and stop moving. As if on cue, a crash of thunder erupts, and the lighting is brighter than ever.
"Oh my god," you say as you start to move again. Little squeaks escape your lips every time you hit bottom. Finally you sit up with me still inside you. You reach behind you and grab your hair wishing you had a hair tie. I reach around you and grab your tits again, but you slap my hands away. Your nipples are VERY sensitive after you cum, and I love trying to mess with them. Finally you rise up off of me. I fall over on my side, and you crawl up next to me. We kiss, slowly, passionately.
"I think the storms over," I say.
"It wouldn't wake me up anyway now," you reply smiling at me. You roll over and back up against me. I bring the blanket up over us and put my arm over you. You back your ass up a little until my cock in resting between your legs, and then you sigh, and close your eyes. I kiss the back of your neck as one more bolt of lighting lights up the room again.