Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  This time Andrew started thrusting into her as fast as he could from the start as he could feel an orgasm building. Looking down at the cute brunette, with his cock penetrating her repeatedly while she sucked another hard cock at the same time and was also rubbing her clit with her free hand, was enough to push Andrew over the edge.

  "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your pussy Chloe" he moaned repeatedly.

  "Give me all your cum in my pussy, I want it all in me" she cried having pulled Stuart's cock from her mouth.

  "Shit I'm going to cum too" Stuart called and jerked his cock as fast as he could before moaning and began shooting his cum over Chloe's perky tits and nipples.

  Grunting, Andrew continued thrusting into Chloe's pussy as his orgasm took over and he pumped shot after shot of his hot semen into Chloe's wet hole. Chloe could feel the surge of warm cum fill her and with the hot semen squirted on her tits and the cum being pumped into her pussy, she cried out loudly as another series of intense orgasms jolted through her.

  As his orgasm subsided, Andrew withdrew his penis slowly and watched his cum seep from Chloe's wet pussy.

  "You want me to clean up my mess now?" Andrew asked with a smile.

  "Oh yes please" Chloe replied, "And make sure you give me a taste." She added with a wink.

  Moving down so his face was in front of Chloe's now well used pussy, he could see just how wet her cum filled pussy looked and he could smell the wonderful combination of their juices. He slowly, and while looking into Chloe's eyes, ran his tongue from the opening of her vagina lips right up to her engorged clitoris and scooped a large amount of cum up with his tongue. He held it for a moment on the tip of his tongue for her to see, smiled at her then drew his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed the combination of his own cum and hers. He quickly plunged his tongue back into her pussy, savouring the taste, lapping at her lips to ensure he got as much cum out of her as he could.

  "That is so sexy and feels so amazing" Chloe moaned.

  Having pushed his tongue into her pussy as deep as he could and having collected a good amount of each others cum, he moved up and kissed Chloe, letting the cum flow into her mouth as she moaned with pleasure and enjoyed the wonderful taste of sex that filled her mouth.

  Now exhausted, the trio laid back on the warm concrete.

  "Wow, thank you both for such an amazing afternoon" Chloe said. "I think we should do this again sometime!" She added excitedly.

  Both the guys looked at each other and replied in unison, "Absolutely!"

  The End.

  Blackout

  We'd been watching some chick flick. I couldn't tell you the name of it: something with Sandra Bullock, though the probably doesn't narrow it down much. Chick flicks makes girls feel all cuddly, which is the only reason for them to exist.

  My buddy Dean and I had been going out with a couple of roommates, Carrie and Beth, since the beginning of our sophomore year. And now here were on a nasty January night, me and Carrie snuggling in one oversized beanbag, and Dean and Beth in another (their third dorm-mate, Amy, was away on a ski weekend), watching Sandra Bullock sorting out her love life. Or at least the girls were watching: I was more interested in moving my hand onto Carrie's breast or her upper thigh as often as possible in the very dim light (and across the room I was sure Dean and Beth were doing the same).

  Hey, it's not as if the girls minded: before we came over they'd cranked up the thermostat so they could wear t-shirts and shorts (Carrie wasn't wearing a bra; and as far as I could tell without staring, neither was Beth).

  "Stop it," Carrie said, not at all meaning it, as I kissed her neck. We both knew that gets her hot. I was finding it very difficult to wait for the movie to end so we could go into Carrie's room and... you know.

  And then the power went out: lights, television, everything. Not unheard-of during January snowstorms, of course.

  This was total darkness: there wasn't even any light coming in from outside, because all the streetlights were out, and the storm was covering the moon and stars.

  "The good news is," Carrie said, "I'm pretty sure Sandra gets the guy in the end."

  "Well, so everything's okay then," I said.

  "Guys," Beth said, "the bad news is, if the power's out, so's the heat, which means it's gonna get really cold in here really quickly."

  "I think I can make it to the linen closet for the heavy blankets without killing myself," Carrie said. "But Beth, can you come with me so I don't kill myself if I trip over something?"

  They left the room. As soon as they were out of earshot, Dean said in a loud whisper, "Alan, speaking of that..."

  "Speaking of what?"

  "Do you want to try something that'll get us killed if the girls ever find out?"

  "Um..."

  "Switch places with me."

  It wasn't just the matter of the girls killing us if they found out: we were sort of serious about Carrie and Beth, and I wasn't sure how I felt about anybody, even my best friend, cuddling with my girlfriend.

  Still, it would be kind of exciting, and at age 19 that was a good enough reason to try almost anything, and hopefully the girls would never know. And honestly, I planned to be with Carrie for the foreseeable future, and this might be my only chance to cuddle (or maybe make out with) another girl.

  "Okay," I said, "but I swear to God, if the girls ever find out, I'll kill you before they get the chance to do it first."

  "Deal," Dean said. We both got up and, slowly, managed somehow to make it to one another's beanbags.

  We were barely settled in when the girls came back (though if we hadn't heard their footsteps on the hardwood floor, we'd never have known -- it was that dark).

  Beth climbed onto the beanbag next to me, and threw the blanket over us. "Shhh," she said softly, and wrapped my arms around her, resting my hands on her breasts. I was right: no bra.

  This was already getting more serious than we'd planned.

  I was kind of conflicted: was I worried that Dean was doing the same thing to Carrie across the room, or hoping that he was so I wouldn't have to feel so guilty about it?

  Guilty or not, I closed my fingers around her nipples and pinched them lightly. She responded by turning her head toward mine and kissing me, and then stroking my cock through my jeans.

  I wondered how far she'd go with "Dean" while Carrie and "I" were in the same room. It was pitch dark, of course, and we were completely under the blanket, so maybe she thought it would only be mildly embarrassing if the lights suddenly came on.

  Of course if the lights suddenly came on and she saw who was under the blanket with her, things would get pretty ugly. All the more reason, I thought, to move things along.

  I slipped my right hand under her t-shirt and cupped her bare breast. When she didn't object, I lifted the shirt over her breasts and took both of them in my hands. I wished I could see them, but of course that could never be.

  I heard a very faint moan coming from across the room, so I knew something was going on between Dean and Carrie; but before I could consider how I felt about that, I felt Beth squirming about and soon realized that she'd worked her shorts down her legs.

  This had definitely gone way beyond anything we'd expected -- and was, apparently, about to go a lot further. I knew I should put a stop to it, but... based on what I was hearing from across the room, Dean was having no such attacks of conscience about Carrie.

  And what could I say, anyway? "Beth, I'm Alan, and I've been kissing you and feeling you up without your knowledge or consent, but now we have to stop"?

  So, resigning myself to an eternity in hell, I undid my jeans and pushed them down past my knees.

  Beth climbed onto my lap and kissed me deeply, then shifted down closer to my knees so she could pull my underwear down enough to expose my cock.

  I could feel her raising herself up a bit, and of course I couldn't see what she was doing, but apparently she was pulling the crotch of her panties to one side. She lowered herself on
to my stiff cock, and I felt it sink deep into her pussy. "Shhh," she said again -- not that I had any intention of speaking -- and she began slowly bouncing on my cock. Beanbags are the not the quietest places to fuck, and I don't think Dean and Carrie could have had any doubt what we were doing. I was beyond worrying about how Dean felt about it; and this was all his idea to begin with, anyway.

  I was fucking Beth. In the back of my mind, I guess I'd always wondered what it would be like, but of course I never thought it would happen.

  I put my hands back on her breasts, which she seemed to like.

  Oh, shit... I was about to cum, but I had no idea whether it was safe to cum in her. I'd never given that sort of thing a thought before, since Carrie was on the Pill before we'd even met -- but was Beth? Guys don't discuss their girl friends' birth control methods.

  And I sure as hell couldn't ask her now, could I?

  So praying for the best, I started cumming inside her: filling her with enough sperm, it felt, to conceive a small army.

  She clasped her lips against mine, muffling out sounds as she started to cum as well.

  About 30 seconds later, we heard similar noises from across the room, and I knew Dean had filled my girlfriend's pussy as well.

  I wondered whether this was going to start bothering me later on. For now, though, I was catching my breath after fucking the hell out of Beth.

  When Dean and Carrie were done, Beth pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, felt around on the floor for her shorts and put them back on, then headed for the bathroom. I could hear Carrie putting herself back together as well, and she followed Beth.

  When they were out of the room, Dean said "You two did it too, huh?"

  "Yeah," I said. "There was no way I could stop without, you know..."

  "Sorry, Alan," Dean said. "Fucking stupid idea. Are we okay?"

  "I guess. This definitely goes into the 'let's never speak of this again' bin, though."

  "Bet your ass. And more importantly, the girls can never find out."

  "No shit," I said.

  We returned to our original beanbags, and tried to act innocent when the girls came back.

  The Next Day

  "Anything interesting happen while I was away?" Amy asked her roommates.

  Carrie and Beth exchanged glances.

  "What?" Amy asked.

  "If you tell anybody about this, we're going to have to kill you," Carrie said.

  "Seriously," Beth answered.

  "Okay, fine, out with it."

  "Well, you know there was a blackout here last night, right?"

  "I'd heard. So?"

  "So the guys were over," Carrie said. "we were watching a movie. Alan and I were in that beanbag, and Dean and Beth in that one."

  "Fascinating," Amy said. "So?"

  "So since it was pitch black," Beth said, "we left the room and before we came back, we decided to switch places without telling the guys. And, um..."

  "We ended up fucking them," Carrie finished.

  "No shit!" Amy said. "How was it?"

  Carrie and Beth exchanged glances. "Hot as hell," Carrie said.

  "Definitely," Beth said. "I came like crazy, and it was killing me trying to be quiet about it."

  "It'll never happen again," Carrie said.

  "Right," Beth agreed.

  But they were both thinking, maybe, though...

  The End.

  Cubicle Fun

  I'm a guy, and well like all guys I get what are most commonly referred to as, "unintentional erections". Now every guy reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about; when that gorgeous co-worker slides past you in a tight space, and her skirt clad ass slides right past your crotch, and you immediately have to find a place to sit down and calm down. It's not our fault, it just happens, and usually it goes without consequence.

  That is until she notices

  It was roughly 1 o' clock aka lunch hour and the whole floor was empty. I worked as what I liked to call a "sales monkey". Basically, I spent all day in a cubicle calling random people that were unfortunate enough to have put their email into the wrong survey on their way to a "free" movie, or forgot to uncheck that last box when installing that new taskbar. It was dull monotonous work for most of my co workers but I'd been blessed with a mellifluous voice that as my ex said "would be better served as a phone sex operator", so I made enough sales to keep myself in relative comfort.

  My fellow sales monkeys preferred to go across the street to fast food places for lunch, but I liked to use the spare alone time to relax and think. I was so used to having the place to myself that you can imagine my surprise when I heard typing from the other row.

  Feeling like Neo, I climbed up on my desk and crouched there so I was only visible from the eyes up. I almost lost my precarious perch when I saw it was none other than the office dream Serah at her desk.

  Serah was every one in the office's secret crush. Her slightly wavy blonde locks framed a slim model face, highlighted by piercing blue eyes. She was of middling height, and with full 36C cup breasts, and and ass to match; I could already feel the unintentional erection stirring, and that was before she sighed, looked around; and unbuttoned enough of her shirt that I could see the lacy white bra underneath.

  I was entranced. Captivated as I lost myself in those few inches of glorious cleavage. So lost was I in my reverie that I almost didn't notice her head turn; straight towards me.

  "Shit." I mumbled beneath my breath, and as her gorgeous cerulean eyes widened in recognition I unceremoniously dropped to the floor and returned to my seat hoping against hope that I would be lucky enough that somehow she would assume she was imagining things and return to her work.

  I never was very lucky.

  I heard her three inch designer heels muffled by the carpet as she made her way to my cubicle. She moved maddeningly slowly down the row, taking her time, and I tried to no avail to will my now obviously hard cock to calm down.

  "Hey Mike, I didn't know you were still here." She said with a smile, peering over the top of my cubicle.

  "Yeah," I said trying my best to sound casual "just getting some last minute paper work filed." I steeled myself and looked her in the face intending to meet those bright blue eyes, but to my surprise she wasn't looking at me but instead, slightly downward. I froze like a deer in headlights when the realization hit me. She was staring dead at my crotch.

  I tried to play it off, by quickly sliding my rolling chair under the desk to hide my straining arousal, but in my haste the wheel of the chair caught on the phone cord, and I tumbled out and onto the floor. I landed, if somewhat ungracefullly, on my hands and feet in an awkward leap-frog like position as she rushed in to help.

  "Oh my gosh are you okay?" Serah said in a concerned tone as I got myself up.

  "I'm fine." I responded, hugely embarrassed at my own clumsiness, "Nothing hurt but my pride."I laughed good naturedly and rubbed the back of my head hoping to turn the awkward moment into a jovial one but the gorgeous blonde from the next row had other ideas.

  My effected laughter died in my already dry throat as she closed the gap between us in two smooth strides, placing her left hand on my crotch making me inhale sharply in surprise, she leaned in close. So close I could smell her shampoo wafting off of those luxurious curls. Apples and some thing else I couldn't quite place. I felt my cock jump in my pants.

  With her lips so close to my ear that I could feel her breath she said in a husky voice "You sure? You didn't hurt him did you?"

  I stuttered in my shock and barely forced out a soft "No" in response.

  She smiled.

  "Good," she drew a single manicured fingernail up the length of my dick, and even through the material of my pants it was enough to make me shudder all over, "Cause I wanna play with him." With that dick hardening remark and a sultry grin she pushed me back onto my desk right where I had been standing only moments earlier.

  Serah licked her full lips hungrily, and looked me dead in the eyes
as she began to strip. First, she ran her hands through those perfect blonde tresses serving the double purpose of exposing her full model like face, and at the same time raising her simple white blouse to reveal just a slice of her smooth, alluring midriff.

  As her hands slowly slid down her flawless neck to the buttons of her blouse I found my self nearly drooling in anticipation. She popped each button slowly, decisively, and with each new inch of her glorious body revealed to me I felt my cock jump in my pants. She noticed around the last three and smiled playfully as she undid those even slower.

  As the shirt slid down to puddle at her black heels, she slowly and seductively walked towards me. Her hips swaying gently with every step. When she reached me I couldn't help it. The last few minutes of strip teasing, combined with months of hidden desire conflated into one raw, insatiable emotion: lust.

  I grabbed her by those curvaceous, still covered hips and yanked her towards me, her crotch pressing against mine causing us to both groan in pleasure. As my hand worked the hook of her bra she whispered encouragingly into my ear.

  "God I've wanted you so long. I felt your hard-on once in a hallway and I've been dying for a taste ever since."

  Her admission served to arouse me even further, and she leaned back slightly to accommodate the removal of her bra. As it fell to the ground her gorgeous tits wee bare to me for the first time after months of teasing, and she didn't disappoint.

  Her round full breasts sat perfectly on her chest. Smooth, enticing orbs of flesh capped with already hardening pink nipples surrounded by average sized aereolas that just begged to be licked and sucked.

  I drank all this in for only a few seconds before I lost all semblance of self control and attacked them. Roughly squeezing one in each hand and flicking my thumbs over her sensitive nipples. She began to moan loudly, shocked by my sudden transformation from complacent voyeur to near sadist.