by Honey Harper
Parker’s hands left my body only briefly as he pulled his trunks down. Then they were back, holding my waist. And I felt his cock against my ass, rubbing and pushing against me, but only for a brief moment.
“Bend over.” The command was harsh as Parker pushed me forward, one hand on the small of my back. With little ceremony, I felt his cock slide between my legs and then, with one thrust, he entered me, his hard cock thrusting into my body.
I cried out at the feeling of his cock suddenly filling me. I wanted to wiggle and squirm, to feel him thrust into me again and again. But he held me hard, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Hold still. Don’t move. I want to watch me fucking you, Lily. I want to watch my cock sliding in and out of that tight little pussy of yours.” He pulled back, thrusting hard into me again. “I want to see my hands on your body…” I felt his hands move from my waist to my ass “…watch this ass of yours as I fuck you.” Again, he pulled back, holding just the head of his cock inside me.
And then he started fucking me, hard, thrusting in and out of me, his cock filling me completely each time. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, hear his breath harsh, grunting with each stroke.
“You’re…mine…now…Lily.” Each word said with a thrust of his cock, each thrust claiming me as his territory. ”I’ve been waiting for you for so long, to make you mine.”
I looked at him over my shoulder in the gathering twilight. His face was turned up to the sky, his eyes closed. I’m not sure who’s idea this is now, his or mine. Does it really matter? We’re both getting what we want.
Parker’s thrusts quickly grew erratic as he reached his climax, his grunts louder, turning into loud cries of pleasure. Good thing we’re in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly he was coming, his cock seeming to explode inside me, filling me with hot liquid. I felt myself jerk and buck against him, my own orgasm taking me by surprise. I’d been too engrossed in Parker’s words to really pay attention to my own body. But I came along with him, crying out with him as we took pleasure in each other under a rising full moon.
***
After we ate the hamburgers, now cold, we sat by the fire, talking about college, classes I liked or didn’t like, my roommate. And the boys I’d been dating. We’d always been able to talk about stuff, and it was nice we could still have a good conversation.
“No steady boyfriend, Lily? Why not?” Parker was drinking a beer; I was nursing a Red Bull.
“They’re all just boys. None of them have anything interesting to say.”
“But they’re all hunky college boys, right? Who cares if they can talk.” Parker laughed.
“No one says ‘hunky’ anymore. And I don’t want to date someone I can’t talk to.” I watched the moon playing hide and seek with some thin wispy clouds.
“I think I’m going to turn in.” I stood up, stretching.
“Yeah, it’s been a long day.” Parker poked at the cooling fire. We were suddenly both shy with each other. I walked over to stand next to him, my hand on his arm.
“So, Daddy, if it’s dark and you can’t watch yourself fucking me, then what do you like?”
He laughed softly. “Lily, you’re quite outspoken tonight.” He moved over to the fire, pouring water on the coals, smoke rising into the air. He leaned over and kissed me, pulling me against his body.
“There’s a full moon, Lily, it’s going to be practically light enough to read a book. I’ll be able to see exactly what I’m doing to you.” I could see Parker smiling in the moonlight. He was right.
“How about a fuck in the moonlight then?” I pulled him closer, letting my hands run down his body, over his muscular chest and flat stomach. I stopped at the waistband of his swim trunks, running my fingers beneath the elastic, finding the tip of his cock, already starting to grow hard.
“I think a moonlight fuck is a great idea.” Parker walked away from me, pulling a blanket out of the SUV and spreading it on the ground beneath the pines that circled our campsite. He pulled me over, lowering me down on the blanket.
“You’re in control now, Lily. I want to watch you fucking me this time.” He lay back on the blanket, his cock tenting his trunks. Okay, Lily. Dream come true here.
I straddled his hips, pulling his trunks down over his hips as Parker helped me work them off his legs. I took a minute to just look at him. He was there, totally naked, totally at my command. And he was gorgeous, even in the moonlight…especially in the moonlight.
I didn’t want to repeat the blowjob, so I crawled back up his body on all fours, planting my hands on either side of his shoulders, legs astride his chest, my body above his. I leaned down, looking into his eyes, seeing lust and anticipation. I traced one finger over his mouth, slowly sliding it between his lips. He sucked on it gently, licking my finger. For a moment the only connection between us was my finger in his mouth.
Reluctantly I pulled my finger out, tracing a damp line down his throat. I felt his hands moving up over my body, sliding up my sides, heading for my breasts.
I stopped moving, looking up at him. “No moving. Lay perfectly still. No touching either.”
I bent to kiss his lips, found them locked tightly shut. I sat back again. Parker was smiling.
“Okay. You can move your lips and tongue.” I laughed in the dark. “It’s no fun if I can’t kiss you.”
Parker smiled and I dove back to his mouth, now alive beneath mine. Soon our tongues were thrusting back and forth, lips moving against each other, Parker moaning. I could feel him tensing beneath me, wanting to reach out and touch me, but trying hard to hold back.
Eventually I broke our kiss, moving down his body, trailing my lips and tongue over his neck, down his chest. I stopped to lick one nipple, feeling it grow hard beneath my tongue. I kissed a line down his stomach, flicking my tongue into his navel, eliciting a groan from Parker.
I could feel his erection brushing against my breasts as I kissed his stomach. I slid a bit further, letting my tits trail across his cock, his hips moving ever so slowly, trying to make contact with my body, his hands sliding up my hips. I lifted myself away from his body, looking down in the dark at his face.
“What a bad, bad Daddy. Do I need to punish you? I said do not move.” I gently slapped his cheek. His eyes grew wide in surprise, but then he smiled.
“Okay, Lily. If you want to play that game, I’ll go along. Just remember, pay back is mine later.” He put his hands behind his head, relaxing back onto the blanket, a wicked grin on his lips.
I went back to my project, licking and nibbling my way toward his cock. I sat up suddenly though as soon as I heard him gasp. I straddled his hips then, rising above him, this close to lowering my body onto his rigid cock. I felt the heat of his body against mine, felt his frustration as he tried not to move.
For what seemed like hours, I teased Parker, lowering myself over him, brushing his cock with my tits and stomach, kissing and licking his chest and stomach, getting so very close to, but not touching, his cock with my mouth. Eventually he was writhing beneath me, and I couldn’t stand the frustration any longer.
In one movement, I took him in my hand—such a massive erection—and sat down on him, grinding down on his cock. Instantly his hands were everywhere on me, pinching my nipples, groping my breasts, fingers kneading the flesh on my hips. His own hips were pumping furiously up into me, his feet braced on the ground. Animal noises were coming from him and I thought for sure we’d have coyotes howling in the woods in reply.
It didn’t take long for him to work up to a massive orgasm. He was grunting and moaning as I slammed my body down on his cock, my ass slapping against his thighs. Suddenly he pushed up into me, holding me still, his cock buried to the hilt, every muscle tensed and flexed.
And then he was coming, hips pumping, mouth open in a guttural cry. I watched in amazement as his orgasm ripped through him, taking what seemed like forever. I’d never watched a man go through something like this, something I b
rought about.
Gradually he relaxed, muscle by muscle, his body slowly softening beneath me. Eventually he slid out of me and I rolled to the side.
“Wow, baby. That was amazing. You don’t need a teacher; all you needed was practice on the playground.” He leaned over, kissing me deeply.
We spent the rest of the long weekend fucking in various places; the tent in the rain, the lakeshore in the sand, in the woods, back in the lake. Parker let me try anything and everything that came into my mind. And there were all kinds of things that came into my mind, now that I had his body as my own personal playground.
Camping may just be my new favorite weekend activity.
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Keeping His Secret
By Honey Harper & Lola Minx
My stepdaughter Bree was, at 19, moving out of our house and into her own apartment. We were both secretly thrilled. My step-daughter and I had been fucking for almost a year now, and we weren’t getting enough time to do all the things we wanted with her living at home; there were just too many other people around. And our little secret was on the verge of being exposed. Neither of us wanted that.
I had married Bree’s mom about five years ago. Bree had grown up, from a cute kid into a gorgeous and incredibly horny young woman. I couldn’t deny that I found her sexy, probably far sexier than I should. But who could resist that firm ass, those perky, round tits with their hard peach-tipped nipples, that tiny waist and that young, smooth skin. It didn’t help that she paraded around most days in next to nothing; short skirts, tiny-cropped shirts, tight jeans…and fuck me high heels.
Seeing her out by the pool was almost too much to bear. Her bikini revealed more than it covered. I’d spent so many hot summer days, sitting on a chaise in the shade, watching her lying in the sun, her skin covered with a shimmer of lotion, her tits spilling out of her top, hard nipples visibly outlined in the tiny bikini top. Then she’d turn over, that sweet round ass to the sun, the cleft of right there, so close, her bikini bottom clinging to every curve. And I’d be there, with a massive erection covered by a newspaper, a book, a pillow. Anything to hide how turned on I was by that body, by Bree.
We fucked for the first time after a family pool party last summer to celebrate Bree’s high school graduation. She’d flirted with me on and off the whole afternoon, something she’d started doing shortly after her 18th birthday a few weeks before. I wasn’t sure how to handle the attention, other than wanting to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her brains out.
At some point, we’d ended up alone in the basement, me looking for garbage bags to clean up, her looking for me.
“You come to help clean up, Bree?” I teased her, knowing full well why she’d followed me.
“Not on your life. This is my party. I’m not cleaning up anything.” She danced across the floor to the faint music coming from the pool. Most of the guests were gone; just a few relatives were still gathered in the driveway, saying their last good-byes. Bree’s mom had left to drive someone back to their hotel. Bree and I were alone in the house.
“So, Daddy, how do you like my new suit?” She was leaning against my worktable, playing with a strand of her long flaxen hair. I looked over at her, taking in her body in the tiny pink suit. My cock was still half hard from looking at her most of the day; it rose up again, making a faint bulge in my jeans.
“I like it fine. How about you? Did you have fun today?” She laughed.
“I think we know what we both want, Daddy. Let’s stop the small talk.” She walked toward me, one hand reaching out to cup my cock, squeezing me hard with her hot hand.
I groaned, dropping the box of garbage bags to the floor. Before I had time to think, I had her in my arms, our tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths, bodies pressed together.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Now, here, before mom comes home.” With little ceremony, she hoisted herself up on my worktable, spreading her legs, the tiny scrap of her bikini bottom not even remotely covering her wet pussy.
I tugged my jeans down, my cock springing out, fully erect. Grabbing her by the hips, I pulled her to the edge of the table, pulling her suit bottom to the side. It was the perfect height for fucking her; I wondered briefly if she knew that.
And then my cock was in that wet pussy, thrusting hard, her legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my neck. I met her eyes, hot with lust, and I drove my cock into her harder, fucking her as fast as I could, fearful someone would come looking for us, that my wife would come home.
Bree came first, pulling me hard against her with her long legs. She tipped her head back, a high cry of pleasure coming from her. I wanted to cover her mouth, make her be quiet, but then I was grunting loudly as my own orgasm broke, pumping my hot load into that tight pussy. I was breathing hard as my cock pushed and throbbed inside her, the last of my load filling her cunt.
“That was a fast one.” Bree was looking at me, as I struggled to catch my breath. I pulled out of her, tugging my jeans up over my still dribbling cock.
“Yeah, well, there’s a whole raft of family still milling around outside. I don’t really want to get caught by your Aunt Joan fucking you in the basement, do I?”
Bree slid gracefully to the floor, adjusting her suit. “No, I guess not. But this is just the beginning, you know.”
And she was gone.
***
Bree was right. It was just the beginning. We fucked as often as we could, but with her mom always around, it wasn’t as often as we wanted. I’d started driving her to and from her job on some days, even though she’d had her license for years. We’d park on a secluded road and fuck in the backseat of the car on the way home, Bree straddling my lap, riding me, bouncing her lithe body up and down on my hard shaft, her shirt pulled up, her tits in my face. Or, more accurately, with her tits in my mouth as I sucked her hard nipples, tweaking and pulling at them with my teeth.
We couldn’t risk getting a hotel room; my wife paid the credit card bill.
Sometimes we’d hit it lucky and we’d have the house to ourselves for a weekend. I convinced my wife to take a mini-vacation on one of those weekends, to a spa with her girlfriends, so she was gone from Friday afternoon till Sunday evening. Bree and I were naked before her car was even to the end of the block; my cock inside Bree seconds later. We were still in the garage, where we’d said good-bye to her mom; we’d never even made it back in to the house, the garage had door barely closed before we were in each other’s arms.
Bree and I spent that fantastic weekend fucking in every conceivable place we could; in her bed, my bed, on the couch, the floor in various rooms, the bathroom. We hardly slept; by the time everyone came home Sunday night, we were absolutely exhausted.
We spent a lot of time that weekend in the shower too, where Bree discovered the joys of giving me a blowjob under the hot streams of water. I lost count of how many times I stood in the heat and steam, looking down as her head bobbed up and down, watching my fat cock sliding in and out of that luscious mouth, between those full red lips. I discovered she had no gag reflex; I could fuck her mouth and she could practically swallow my cock without gagging.
I’d fantasized many times about fucking Bree’s mouth, imagining her gagging as I jammed my cock down her throat. But this was better; I could still fuck her as hard as I wanted, and she could still suck me off without drooling all over. Plus she hated gagging.
The only complaint she had was that my cum got washed away before she could taste it, if I wanted to give her a facial. I got very good that weekend at directing my load into her waiting mouth, watching it cover her tongue and pool in her mouth, then watching her swallow the creamy liquid and the lick her lips in satisfaction.
She also discovered the joys of the handheld shower nozzle setting on pulse, and what she could do to herself with that. I’d been afraid she’d find that more interesting than me, but she eventually let me spray the jets of water over her clit until she came, crying out in surprise at how i
ntense an orgasm she could have, just from warm water. She used it on me then and even though I could get off with the massage of the hot water, it didn’t compare to Bree’s tight little cunt or soft, hot mouth.
Bree had an adventurous streak; she liked to fuck in public. And she liked to fuck at home where we might be seen. Her favorite place to have me take her from behind was in front of the bay window at the side of the living room, by the driveway. There was a clear view from the side yard of everything that went on in the living room.
The first time we’d fucked in there, she’d maneuvered me in that direction. I’d been too intent on watching her strip for me, each piece of clothing dropping on the floor, her luscious body revealed bit by bit. She was left standing in just my favorite sheer black bra, nothing more.
She’d finally let me catch her, my cock aching, wanting to thrust into that tight cunt. It had been almost a week since I’d pounded her last and we were desperate. We’d both faked being sick that day so we could stay home, the rest of the family at school or work.
She’d been teasing me all morning before everyone else left for the day, brushing against me while we were in the kitchen, her bra covered breasts barely concealed in her silky bathrobe, her hard pink nipples clearly visible. I’d ended up hiding behind the kitchen counter, my cock huge and hard, pretending to read the newspaper. I deflected my wife’s good-bye kiss by telling her I was probably contagious and she should stay away.
The minute that my wife left for work, Bree began shedding her clothes. She wasn’t wearing much under the robe, but she made a good show of slowly dropping each piece as I pursued her across the living room.
Finally she turned her back to me, leaning on an armchair. That ass was right there, full and round, her waist tiny above the flare of her hips. I dropped my robe, dug my fingers into her hips and guided my hard cock into her wet slit.