The two boys were expensive and I rarely was able to get ahead, let alone have a little money saved up for an emergency. As I thought about Cary’s proposition, two other dancers walked in. They were new. I didn’t even know their names, but I wanted to escape being them if I could help it. And Cary was definitely my ticket. Even if I slept with him for money, the relationship would be a real one.
At least that’s what I told myself as I got up and prepared to leave the club. It was still early in the night, but Cary had sent me a text with an address and room number along with four dollar signs and one comma. Does he really think I’m that fucking crass? I wondered then told myself I couldn’t care. If I wanted to provide the best for my boys, I had to make tough fucking decisions thanks to their father.
Once in my car, I started it up. Cary sent another text message, a picture of his wrinkled dick. I took a deep breath and put the car in gear. After backing out of the parking spot, I pulled onto the main street and headed toward the seedy motel on the outskirts of town.
You have five hundred in your pocket. Just go home. This isn’t you. Although two grand would be nice… My thoughts went back and forth as I got closer to the huge fork in the road. If I went with him for the weekend, my life would never be the same.
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Party Cupid Style Excerpt
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Silence slam danced into the room like a ninja with a mute button. I stared into her eyes. She didn’t turn away. Time slowed down considerably. It could’ve been due to the weed I’d been smoking, but more likely it was something else. My heart beat faster in my chest. Slowly, we both leaned forward, knowing what was about to happen.
Our lips touched. Hers were so soft, wet and luscious. They had a faint taste of strawberries. When her tongue slid into my mouth, I touched her body with my hands. At first I wrapped my arms around her waist, but as we continued to kiss, I moved them so I could touch her breasts, something I’d been wanting to do forever. She moaned as she pulled my shirt up and over my head.
A look of lust swept across her face as her kissed moved lower. From my mouth to my neck to my chest, she made her way down my body. I watched in excited amazement as she got to her knees in front of me on the bed. Her hands ran up and down my thighs. She smiled up at me as her fingers undid my pants. When they were undone, she slid them down my legs.
I sat on the edge of the bed in front of my stepsister – completely naked. It was a dream of mine on more than one occasion. Her soft, nimble fingers stroked my thighs again, both of them at the same time. Blood rushed between my legs, causing my cock to get hard. Gradually, she moved her head closer and closer. Her cheek brushed against it, causing it to twitch.
She grabbed it at the base, holding it tight in her delicate fingers. I gasped as the tip slipped past her slightly parted lips. Inch by inch, it moved into her mouth. My breaths came faster as I got excited. When she couldn’t swallow any more of it, she pulled her head back, her lips still pressed tightly against the smooth shaft. Fuck, that’s good… No other thoughts were in my mind.
Her head bobbed up and down. At the same time, she stroked me with her hand. The sensation was incredible. I didn’t want it to ever end. Then again, I also wanted to get to the best part – the release. Would she swallow? Spit? I didn’t care one way or the other. She had my penis in her mouth, making me writhe and moan in pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” I said, giving her enough time to decide what to do.
I expected her to stop sucking and jerk me off onto her breasts, but she didn’t stop. Her lips pressed together even tighter as she moved up and down faster. My whole consciousness centered on my cock in her mouth. Time slowed then everything exploded out of me. After I stopped convulsing and my breathing returned to normal, I sat up. A smile spread across my face.
I want to taste her, I thought as I stared at her.
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“You still think you love me or is that feeling gone now?” I teased as he looked down at me after I swallowed the last of his seed.
“Fuck, Carissa,” he exclaimed.
He stood up, towering over me. A moment later, he swooped me up in his strong arms and set me on gently on the edge of the bed. Before I could tell him he didn’t need to do anything in return, he got to his knees between my legs. As he spread them apart, he looked directly into my eyes. I didn’t look away. He made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the world that mattered.
And his hands roaming up and down my thighs felt even better. I moaned as he pulled the dress up some to get better access. His face pressed against my pink satin panties, which were already slightly wet. When he slid them aside and licked me with a flat, broad tongue, I grabbed the back of his head with my hand and pulled him closer, wanting him to continue.
Another idea on his mind, he pulled back, still looking at me. I watched his intense eyes as he pulled my panties down. Once they were off completely, he put his hands on my thighs and kissed his way to my pussy. Instead of diving right in again, he teased me with the tip of his tongue and his lips. They were so soft. My juices started to flow as he concentrated on my labia and clitoris.
“Fuck, Mark…” I groaned.
“Maybe later. I’m going to make you come with my tongue first,” he said, as if it was a personal challenge.
I didn’t think it could get any better, but he slipped his index finger inside my tight, wet hole, causing me to gasp. He continued to lick and kiss me as his digit slid in and out, slowly at first but quickly building up momentum. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away and looked up at me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop…”
In that moment, he was no longer Mark my stepbrother. He was the man of my dreams, the one who could make me orgasm whenever he wanted. My breathing quickened as he manipulated all my hot spots. The friction built up. Waves of pleasure crashed over my entire body. I forgot where we were and what had happened earlier in the night. All that mattered was him pleasuring me.
With that thought, I tumbled over the edge and came fast and furiously. He backed away a little, looking back up at my face again. My body shook as I tried to catch my breath. That was fucking intense, I thought to myself as I stared down at him. Before I could say anything, he stood up. His cock was rock hard again, bobbing between his legs.
“Fuck me,” I hissed.
He held his dick with one hand and guided it into my hot slit. It fit perfectly, filling me completely. As he pushed it all the way in, he leaned forward. I sat up a little so we could kiss. Our first one earlier had been nice, but this was on an entirely different level. As our lips and tongues danced together, his thick cock penetrated me fully. My legs were held back by his powerful arms.
Each time he thrust into me, it pushed me back on the bed a little. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The rest of the world faded away. All I could concentrate on was the sensation of his fabulous phallus sliding in and out of me. We had found the perfect rhythm. Our bodies moved as one. I was about to come again.
“Mark.”
When I cried out his name, an orgasm even bigger than my first rushed from all over my body, centering between my legs. I squeezed his cock tight as he kept up his motions. As I shook, he continued to fuck me. I looked up at his face. It was contorted in pleasure. He was close to coming. He slowed down, angling his stroke just a little bit differently.
“Yesss…” he cried out as he came.
“Yes, baby,” I cooed.
He groaned then slipped out of me. I tried to catch my breath as he laid down on the bed next to me, his legs also dangling over the side. Our naked skin touched.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“I agree. Better than I thought.”
“You’ve thought of doing that before, huh?” I t
eased.
“Whatever. As long as we can do it again.”
I sighed. “I don’t know, Mark. No one’s going to understand us in a relationship.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Seriously? You don’t think mom and dad would throw a fit?”
“So what. We’re adults now, right?”
“I guess.”
“Give me a month. Let me prove my love. You’re going to be graduating soon.”
“In a month.”
“So, yeah. Let me help you and see if this could work.”
“Okay.”
I was closer to sober than I had been earlier, but when it came to Mark my mind was always clear. While I’d never said anything, my crush on him went back a long way. We kissed again, cementing the agreement. Just as it was getting good, I heard someone rattling the doorknob. A moment later, they banged loudly on the door.
“Who the fuck is in my room?” a guy yelled.
Both of us jumped up and got dressed.
“What are we going to tell him? I asked.
“I’ll handle it. Just get ready to run.”
“You don’t think it’s going to come down to that, do you?”
“No, but you never know. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Aww, you’re my hero, my knight in shining armor, my…”
“Okay, smart ass. Let’s go.”
He unlocked and opened the door with one hand while he held one of mine in the other. As soon as it opened, he tossed my costume on the guy. With the tie-dye sheet under his arm and holding my hand in his, he took off past the guy toward the stairs. We made it downstairs before the dude figured out what the hell was going on. A moment later, we were outside and headed toward his car. I was safe.
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Step Soccer Excerpt
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Whenever she said my name, my heart beat faster. Urges stirred deep inside me. I stepped forward, bent down, and kissed her on the lips. To my surprise, her arms snaked around my back, pulling me closer as her mouth opened. Our tongues danced a timeless dance that brought pleasure to the forefront of my mind. Time ceased to be.
“What about our parents?” she asked.
“They don’t even love each other. Not like we do,” I replied, kissing her again.
She pulled down the sweat pants I had on, exposing my dick. It didn’t feel wrong at all, especially when she wrapped her thin, cool fingers around my thick, hot cock. I grabbed one of her breasts through the top she had on. A moment later, I pulled it over her head. As I reached around to undo her bra, she gave me a few tugs and squeezes.
Once her beautiful breasts were free, I swooped in and took one of those dark, hard nipples between my lips, sucking on it. She moaned as I moved to the other one. It was just as sweet. When she pushed me back a bit, I was worried until she bent forward and slipped the tip of my dick past her soft, red lips. I put my hand on the back of her head, just holding it there while she moved her head up and down.
When she stopped and looked up at me, still stroking it, I forgot about all my problems in the world. Only one thing mattered to me. I wanted my penis deep inside her tight, wet pussy. When I was all up in it, I would fuck her hard and fast, all the passion that had built up for years escaping all at once. And from the way she looked into my eyes, I was sure she wanted the same.
As I took off my shirt, she undid her pants and wriggled them onto the floor. She scooted back on the mattress. I got on my knees in between her legs. Propped up by her elbows, she stared deep into my eyes. The moment I’d dreamed of for so long was actually about to happen. I positioned myself over her, my arms holding me up. Slowly and surely, I pushed an inch of my cock into her slit.
I pushed all the way in, penetrating her completely. She continued staring into my eyes. Every time I pulled out and thrust in again, she arched her back and pushed toward me. We soon found the perfect rhythm. After a moment or two, I stopped and moved my arms so her legs were lifted up, giving me even easier access to her tight, wet hole.
She pinched my nipples – hard – which cause me to start pounding her pussy faster. The look of lust and pleasure on her face was priceless. I still wasn’t sure why she had allowed me to kiss her or take it farther, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was the friction building up as my smooth shaft slid in and out of her. I changed my stroke angle slightly after every few thrusts, enjoying every flexible curve.
“Fuck. That feels good,” she gasped.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I said, hoping she took it as a compliment.
To be honest, I didn’t care at that particular point in space and time. The only thing I had on my mind was fucking her until I came deep inside her. The thought of shooting my load into her pussy pushed me over the edge. I slowed down to try to stop myself from coming, but my orgasm flashed through my mind. As my cock squirted, I grunted, thrusting into her one last time.
When I stopped coming, I looked down at her face. Fuck. She hasn’t come yet, I thought. She smiled at me as if it didn’t matter to her. I was still so turned on, I pulled out of her and slid down her body. Before she could say anything, I licked her wet, sloppy lips, tasting my juices and hers. As I licked and kissed her pink, fleshy folds, she moaned in pleasure.
I had never eaten out my own creampie before, but it wasn’t half bad. Her ecstatic screams made it that much better. She thrust her hips up, getting closer to coming, so I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them up and down as I slid them in and out. This caused her to start breathing even faster as she moaned and groaned.
My tongue slid over her clitoris, massaging it, as I finger fucked her. I felt her hands on my head, pressing me closer. When she came, her pussy clenched around my fingers. I lifted my head and looked up at her face between her heaving breasts. She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. I crawled up beside her and laid down on my back.
Neither of us talked as we enjoyed the afterglow. I had the taste of our juices in my mouth, but I didn’t care. None of the women I’d ever fucked in my life had made me feel half as good as fucking my stepsister. It was because deep down I loved her. And from what I could tell, she loved me too. When she got up to leave, I sat up in bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“This was just one time lust,” she said, gathering her clothes from the floor.
“No.”
I stood up.
“Excuse me?”
“I want more.”
I kissed her. She didn’t resist. We made love again that night. After finishing and cleaning up, we slept next to each other in my bed. My roommates would give me shit in the morning, but I didn’t care. After so many years, I finally slept like a baby. I was content with a twinge of happiness, the best way to be most of the time.
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Touch Football Excerpt
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I stepped into the shower behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“Conserving water. Don't freak out. Pass me the soap.”
As I tried to pretend what I was doing was perfectly natural, I started to soap up my body. His cock being hard was something I hadn't expected, but I wanted to keep going. To be honest, I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing. Then Josh turned to face me, his muscles rippling as he soaped up as well. I couldn't take my eyes off his body.
“Get my back?” I asked, turning around.
I felt his thick, heavy hand on my back, and I felt as if I was going to fall to my knees. They felt weak as I tried to control my breathing.
“Now my front.”
When I turned to face him again, he stared directly into my eyes. At the same time, his hands rea
ched out and began fondling my breasts, getting them really soapy. The feeling of his fingers touching my body made me feel wonderful. Then I touched his body. My fingers ran down his hard chest and chiseled abs and grabbed onto his hard step-cock.
“Unh,” he grunted then slid his hand down the front of my body.
I moaned as I felt his palm on my pussy. Water fell on us as we continued to touch each other. With each drop that fell, more steam rose up, clouding us and our actions. Neither of us wanted to stop. He didn't look away, continuing to stare at me as he pleased me. Had he had this fantasy before? I wondered briefly as I felt him throb in my hand.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our parents car pull up in the driveway. I knew I didn't want what was happening to stop, but I also didn't want to get caught. Josh continued staring into my eyes, his face contorted a little. I gripped him tighter and began moving my hand up and down faster. He kept up the pace as he slipped a finger inside me.
“Hurry. They're back,” I gasped.
He glanced out the window and saw their car. At that exact moment, I felt him throb. Something warm and wet shot out of the tip of his dick and hit my stomach.
“Go, go!” I yelled.
He jumped out of the shower, grabbed his clothes, then rushed out of the bathroom and to his bedroom down the hall. When he was gone, I walked forward a little so that I was directly under the water. I looked down and saw his seed run down my body then the drain. With my head held back slightly, I started to gently rub my clitoris.
While it didn't feel as good as when my stepbrother had touched me, I knew I had to give myself an orgasm or I would go crazy. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of the world. All I could see in my mind was Josh. In my fantasy, he was standing and stroking himself and fingering me at the same time. I imagined it was his palm pressing against me.
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