Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  My breath caught a little at the thought of filling her with my seed, but I gathered my composure, tapped her throbbing clit with my cock, then plunged back inside.

  The next few minutes were bliss as her beautiful pussy worked my cock and her physical beauty drove me closer to the edge. My cock was swelling now and Emily could feel it, she verbally urged herself on whilst telling me to hold back. I noticed the pale skin around her neck had gone pink with little blotches, then Emily screamed out.

  "Now now now," she urged as her pussy contracted around my fragile sex. Her orgasm was incredibly cute, quiet guttural sounds escaped her throat as a gentle stream trickled from between her legs. Finally it was all too much for my poor cock, I swelled to my maximum girth, then after a brief pause, I exploded into her hot pussy.

  I will never forget that moment, as I stared at the gorgeous body milking my loins. Pulse after pulse flowed from inside me, racing up into her heavenly womb. She pulled me close one last time and I was inside her to the hilt, my cock gently knocking against her cervix causing one last spurt. We kissed again, both our bodies shaking from the intense pleasure we had just felt. When we stopped I slowly pulled out as Rob had asked me to, causing a torrent of our mixed juices to flow from Emily's pussy. She giggled as she pushed the last of it out then scooped a little in her finger and sucked it clean, causing my cock to twitch one last time, despite my heavily depleted state.

  "CUT!" Rob yelled and rapturous applause broke out again. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed before Emily hugged me and whispered into my ear, "that was the best debut performance I have ever seen, expect my agent to call this evening."

  I didn't even think this was anything other than a one time thing; I had no idea that what we were doing was good. I cleaned up before getting dressed. Rob wanted me to sign some paperwork, but Emily told me to wait until her agent was free. Rob was pissed, but he knew he would make money from this film.

  That evening I sat alone in my flat, just yards from where the greatest afternoon of my life had taken place. I sat with a beer watching TV, I wasn't concentrating though. I was quickly broken out of my daze by the door bell. I slowly got up and headed to the door. I opened it to find Suzie standing there with an unseasonably large coat on.

  "Hi Zack," she paused, then opened her coat to reveal nothing but a necklace and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. Without a word she pushed me inside my apartment, took off the coat, tore my clothes from my body, then her tight pussy brought me to my third orgasm of the day. Something made me feel my life had changed forever...

  The End.

  Janine's Loving Surprise

  Janine set her empty wine glass down as Mark wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and she spun herself around and embraced him. They kissed and pressed themselves together. In a flash they were headed to the bedroom, pealing their shirts off as they went.

  They reached the bedroom and Mark undid her belt and pulled her jeans off, leaving her panties in place. Janine wasn't as restrained and grabbed Mark's boxers along with his shorts as she undressed him in one motion. As she stood back up she removed her bra and caught Mark taking in an eyeful of her figure.

  As they stood together kissing with a fevered intensity Mark cupped her breast and played with her nipple. He bent slightly and ran his tongue across it and returned to her lips. Janine reached down and grabbed Mark's bare ass and pulled his hips into hers as they kissed.

  Mark dropped to his knees and began to slide her panties down. She had shaved clean and he let the tip of his tongue slide down the creamy smooth skin between her legs as her panties came off. He lingered, taking her in and kissing her flesh.

  Janine was already drenched. She hadn't been able to masturbate all week, things had just been too hectic, and her body was ready.

  She guided him back to his feet and pushed him onto his back on the bed. She got between his legs and ran a hand down his stomach. As she slowly ran her tongue up Mark's shaft his abs shuddered. Janine wanted him deep inside her, but she wanted to tease him a little longer. She kissed the tip of his cock and ran her tongue back down to his balls. She gently took a ball in her mouth and sucked on it. Mark let out a gentle moan.

  "Come on baby, let me eat you," he plead "I want to eat your pussy."

  She heard him, but said nothing, knowing what she wanted, needed.

  She stoked his shaft and sucked on him as he reached for her gorgeous breasts. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Janine slid her body up Mark's stomach and chest, being sure to let the weight of her breasts drag along his warm body. She lingered as his shaft slid between them, and she squeezed him between her breasts. The couple kissed deeply when she finally reached his face and Mark squeezed her breast, and began rubbing her nipple. Her nipple was rock hard and she reached down between her legs and guided him into herself.

  They exchanged no words, just noises and movement. Mark took her breasts in his hands as he continued his slow rhythmic motion. Eventually Janine sped up, trying to take Mark deeper, while Mark tried to slow her down to make sure he lasted for her.

  "Slow down, Slow down, I want you to have time to cum", Mark grabbed her hips and stopped her motion, "Do you want me to get you off with my mouth?"

  "I'll cum, don't worry about that," She purred.

  She could tell Mark was holding back, and she wanted to feel him swell up and explode inside her. Mark resisted not wanting the evening's pleasure to end, he pulled out of her and reached up to suck on her nipple.

  Janine allowed him to flick her nipple with his tongue, but her pussy ached for his cum.

  She turned around and mounted Mark reverse cowgirl, giving him a clear, and very appreciated view of her posterior. She once again guided him into her pussy. His hands found her round ass and he began thrusting into her. Her womanhood rejoiced. Her pussy was getting just what it wanted and her clit was alive. To her annoyance she could feel him slowing down again. Rather than speaking, she began to massage his balls, and used them to pull him deep into herself. At her touch his movements sped back up. She kept him going faster.

  "Slow down Janine, I'm getting close."

  "Fill me up baby."

  "I want you to cum, let me eat you," His voice was sincere.

  "I'll cum, just cum inside me!" Janine could feel him grow more rigid and larger and she yearned to feel his release.

  "Oh FUCK!" Mark's body obeyed her request, and Janine could feel the undulations of his orgasm. His hips drove into her in gradually subsiding spasms. She could feel his body shiver.

  Now it was her turn.

  Janine reached down between her legs, feeling her warm throbbing clit pass by her hand as she traced the smooth white skin between her legs. With her fore and middle fingers, she squeezed together her pussy lips and she pulled herself off Mark's shaft. She squeezed her fingers together to make sure she didn't spill even a drop on his stomach or chest as slid herself backward onto Mark's face.

  "You said you wanted me to cum. Prove it," She said with a devilish tone. She felt his body tense.

  Ten seconds earlier he would have begged for this, but Mark wasn't as excited at the prospect as his hormones subsided. He didn't move, trying to think. When she placed a meaningful hand on his balls he knew she was in control, but what did it matter, he did after all truly love to make her cum.

  "Put my whole pussy in your mouth," She squeezed a handful of his balls gently. His mouth opened slightly and she could feel his lips engage her slippery nude skin.

  "You said you wanted to eat my pussy. Now there's plenty for you to eat." She rocked her hips forward and using the fingers that still clenched her sex closed she lined up her hole with his open mouth.

  "Open your mouth all the way," She squeezed his balls very firmly this time, exhibiting her control, and as she felt his body flinch in response to her clenching fist his mouth sprang open and pressed against her.

  She felt his mouth engulf her sex and as she pulled her hand away from h
er womanhood, releasing the cum in her pussy, she added "and you BETTER not spill any!"

  Knowing the halfhearted efforts he'd put into this task in the past, her grip on his balls remained in place and she leaned her weight back on his face, reached under her thighs with her free hand and pulled herself open a little further and pressed her well-fucked pussy onto his mouth.

  As she began to grind her open hole into his face, she could feel the cum leaking into Mark's mouth (or maybe she could just feel him swallowing her creampie). Either way they both knew he belonged to her tonight and she would not have to go to sleep without an intense orgasm. She rewarded his compliance by releasing her grip on his balls.

  As Mark worked his tongue, Janine took his half hard cock into her mouth and sucked on it. Excited by the taste of her own juices mixed with his and the feel of his manhood once again in her mouth, she began to gyrate her smooth wet pussy on Mark's mouth. She gave a long deep slow suck as she let his cock slide out from between her lips.

  "Good Mark, take it all, tongue fuck me and clean me inside, and then make me cum." As she felt his tongue plunging into her tight recesses she began strained her muscles harder and harder to push more of their combined juices out of herself and into his now completely submitting mouth.

  In the dark part of his mind, Mark knew even though he had once again changed his mind when her full pussy approached his mouth, he would jerk off for weeks thinking about this night. The way she took control, manhandling him and forcing him to submit. He would probably wake up hard in the morning with a mixed feeling of humiliation and burning desire to repeat everything. He wondered what she must think of him.

  By now Mark could no longer get any cum from her depths and satisfied he had finished cleaning her up he began to work his tongue on her clit. He wanted to make her cum hard.

  Janine took his shaft back in her mouth as she felt him working and as she played with Mark's manhood, his sucking and licking began to speed up. He was taking in the night's transgressions as he pleasured her. He was playing sex toy to his mistress, and he liked it.

  She could feel him alternating between feverishly licking her clit until her hips were on the brink on bucking and then plunging his tongue deep inside her hole, fucking her with it, and then sucking on her.

  She moaned into his lap as she squeezed both her breasts. He was back on her clit and it brought her nerves into a frenzy. Over and over this cycle repeated. Her entire sex was on high alert, as her pussy repeatedly came within seconds of a crescendo only to have it stolen from her. She needed to cum.

  "Don't stop Mark!"

  He plunged his tongue back into her, leaving her clit unsatisfied.

  "Oh God, make me cum," Her legs trembled and her hips ached for more.

  Mark returned to her clit. She could feel it building again.

  "Oh God please don't let him stop," She thought to herself.

  She felt his mouth move away again.

  "Let me Cum!" She slapped his balls a bit harder than she intended to. His tongue returned instantly.

  She felt his arms wrap around her waist, and his hands pulled her onto his mouth. She was so close. His tongue was electric. She felt him moaning, or maybe humming, and the vibrations were too much.

  "OH FUCK! SHIT!" She lost control and a deep wave exploded from her clit, through her pussy, up her spine and down her legs. She didn't even realize her hips were thrusting into Mark's face at first, until the sensation was too intense and she tried to pull her hips away. His arms held her in place and he tormented her clit with pleasure.

  Just when she was about to shove her hand down to stop him, Mark eased off and let her relax. She could feel his tongue begin to consume her juices that had suddenly flowed freely. His tongue cleaning every glistening bead of her nectar from her folds. He licked her smooth creamy skin from just below her belly button all the way back to her sex. He sealed it with a deep kiss.

  When he pulled away she was spent. She turned back around and dropped on top of him. They kissed deeply. They could both taste themselves on their lover. Exhausted they both fell asleep in each others' embrace.

  The End.

  The Tornado Shelter

  As I grew up on the High Plains Desert Northeast of Denver, on the Nebraska/Colorado border we didn't have too much violent weather. There were times, of course, when my folks would send us to the basement when a threatening green and black cloud would come up out of the Southwest and we'd all fear for our lives, but it just wasn't that often. Every year or two we'd have, a "toad strangler" of a rain storm and some hail, but for the most part, we didn't have too much violent weather.

  In 1949, the year I was born, Northeastern Colorado did experience one of the worst winters on record and had a horrible blizzard in January. That was talked about by the old timers all my years living in that small town. Then, in the spring of the same year, we had a tornado that took our little town off the map. But, the hearty people just got busy and rebuilt. I am 62 years old now.

  During many winters we'd get blizzard like conditions, while I was growing up, closing schools and roads and we all loved being snowed in for days at a time. But, we were always warm, well fed and could always go sledding and playing in the snow.

  Other than a few rare times, not much really severe weather was part of our lives back then.

  It seems that now we are getting more frequent and more severe storms than I can ever remember or than I can recall hearing about. Every year we have several tornado watches, tornado warnings and severe weather warnings. Gosh, some of the photos of tornados that I've seen from right here in our county seem so ominous, so bad. And those tornados taking out Greensburg, Kansas, Joplin, Missouri, Tuscaloosa, Alabama and so many towns each year are so alarming. There just really seems to be worse weather every year, more severe, and more of it.

  Knowing that the only real safe way to live through a tornado with an F3 or greater wind velocity is underground, and not being able to afford to dig a basement under my house, which sits on a cement slab, I wondered what in the world I'd do if we ever had a direct hit. I guess I'd die.

  Most of the folks in my neighborhood don't have basements and all of us are vulnerable. We live on slabs of concrete with a wood framed house built on it. I looked into "safe rooms" and they are so high priced and impractical. Just out of reach for us lower middle class types.

  I had an idea. I'd seen that the local junkyard had an old school bus for sale, for parts, for a couple of years or so. I was able to get him to sell what was left of it, the shell, to me for $200. I didn't care that the engine and transmission had been robbed off it. It was quite the old bus. All the windows were intact, the doors closed tight and there was room enough for 32 students on it. I towed it to my house. My neighbors complained about this ugly yellow behemoth sitting out back. They thought it to be an eyesore. I never shared my ideas, just decided what I would do and began to gather what I'd need.

  So, I live on 3 acre sloped lot. Toward the back end of my lot it steepens quite a lot and so I decided to start digging. I dug a hole in the side of that hill. I dug it by hand and I worked on it after I got off work and into the night. I'd dig on the weekends and on holidays and finally, after 27 weeks of back breaking digging and hauling, I had a hole in the side of that hill that was 9 feet wide and went into the hill 60 feet. In the farthest, deepest place, at the end of this tunnel, or ditch, it was 20 feet from the floor to the ground above. I'd had to pile a lot of that dirt up around the edge of the gash that I was digging, so I was working my butt off trying to dig, haul dirt out with a wheelbarrow, and up the hill and back to digging.

  My neighbors howled at me. They thought I'd lost my mind. Sometimes, I wasn't too sure I hadn't. But, I had a goal.

  Finally, after over 6 months of the neighborhood's hoots and hollers', my back breaking labor I felt like I was done with this part of my project. I took my Chevy pickup and put an old tire between it and the back of the bus, locked the steering wheel of the bus i
nto place and began to push that old bus into the side of the hill, into the gash that I had dug. I pushed it all the way to the place where it bumped up against mother earth.

  I used a cutting torch and cut 4- 6 inch holes in the top of the bus a few feet apart. I welded 6 inch steel pipe to each hole and it stood up like a smokestack out of each hole. They stood 18 feet at front and tapered down to 13 feet at the back hole. They each had screens across the top end and then a coned chimney welded in place with metal straps, leaving room for the movement of air, but keeping out rainwater and varmints.

  Then, I cut a 24inch hole in the center of the top of the passenger compartment of the bus and welded a 24 inch wide steel pipe to it. It stood about 15 feet high. I had put a hinged lid on the top of this pipe before I welded it in place.

  Before I began throwing the dirt onto the bus, I put a 24 foot extension ladder, not extended, in the bus through the back door and stocked it with supplies; water, dry food and candles. I also took out all the seats but 4 and put blankets and folded up cots along the sides. I built a table and moved the seats around a square so that people could sit and eat or visit at the table or move to the cot and sleep. It was primitive, but it would keep me safe in a storm. Unfortunately, my neighbors never did cotton much to what I was up to and they all just wrote me off as a loon.

  I started refilling the hole by filling the area under the bus first. I wanted to get the weight off the tires and suspension, so I jacked it up and filled that area underneath with dirt and took the jacks off and let the bus rest on the dirt itself. There was no gas tank; somebody had bought it from the junk dealer. I had just the shell and it would work fine.

  I started pushing the dirt around the top of the hole into the area around the bus, tamping the dirt down as I went and compacting it as much as I could. Finally had the hill looking kind of like it did before, with some pipes sticking up out of it, which I painted green so they'd blend in to the hillside. I had put the extension ladder up to the top of the 24 inch pipe. I tested it and air was flowing into and out of the bus. I had to trim a couple of the pipes as they were too long, but that was easy enough.