by Lexi Hunt
Faye put her slender hand on the painful lump in his lap and gave it a squeeze. Bram jumped at her touch. “Jesus baby, I swear I…” He never got another word out, Faye touched his lips with a forefinger, effectively shutting him up. Then she used the same hand to unzip his pants and lift out his hard erect cock. Bram felt her hot breath on the tip and then, amazingly, he felt something he hadn’t felt in months…Faye’s soft lips engulfing the head of his prick. With a groan, Faye turned her head and took him deep into her throat.
Bram groaned himself at the exquisite wet heat surrounding his cock and he reached for Faye’s breasts. Her bra slid down easily and his hands cupped the firm orbs, her nipples standing up against his palms. It was impossible not to think of Jemma’s firm young tits as he fondled his wife and he doubled up with the surprise convulsion of his orgasm. He found himself jetting into the depths of Faye’s throat, something she had never allowed him to do before, and instead of pulling away, Faye was greedily sucking at him. She didn’t let him go until every drop was gone.
His head was spinning as he tried to make some sense of it all. He had been caught staring at the babysitters boobs..that was a given, Faye had been too close not to notice. She had caught him getting an erection from looking at the babysitters boobs…another given. Faye had just given him unquestionably the best blowjob of his life, and had swallowed at the end of it rather than just jerking him off onto her tits as she used to do when he was still getting head from her. It had been a very long time.
“I don’t understand,” he said quietly.
Faye kissed him and helped him to his feet. “Come on upstairs baby, and I’ll explain it to you.” She bent to pick up her blouse and skirt, tossing them on the sofa with her bra, and held out her hand for his. Bram followed her saucy wiggle all the way upstairs.
When they were naked, and Faye was stretched out beneath him, she began to talk. She had hired Jemma because of the resemblance to herself at that age, and because of Bram’s initial reaction to the girl. Faye had been noticing his erections all along, he hadn’t been fooling anyone. The girl had reawakened his sex drive, which in turn had reawakened Faye’s. The blowjob mystery was explained as well. “It just got to where it was taking so long my mouth got tired baby, and then it kind of got to be a chore,” Faye said, “but tonight it was different, I could tell you were going to cum fast…besides, I heard Jemma and her friends talking about it the other day in the park.”
Bram gave her an odd look. Faye explained that she had overheard the girls talking about blowjobs. It had seemed an odd topic for teenage girls that she had listened in. The conversation had at first shocked her, and then it had made her so horny that she had to cut the boy’s park time short and go home to take care of herself. “They get into cars in the parking lot at lunchtime,” Faye said, “different boys all the time…and they give them blowjobs. They don’t see it as sex, it’s kind of a game they play.”
“Jesus,” Bram said, “When we were in school Barbie Melton was the only girl there that would go down on a guy.”
“Not really Bram,” Faye said with a smirk. She knew a couple of girls, including herself, that had tried it at least once. Bram was about to ask her to explain, but she writhed under him, causing his cock to rise once more. His cock prodded against her pussy. “Fuck me Bram,” Faye said as she writhed against him. Her next words nearly killed his erection. “Think about her, remember me when I was that age…about how bad you wanted to fuck me. She’s got the same body Bram, the same tits, the same ass.” Faye put her lips next to his ear, and she was breathing heavily. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you baby. She wants to suck your cock!”
Bram plunged into his wife frantically, and Faye responded in kind. It was rough, it was fast, and it was loud. Afterwards, Faye had to go settle the boys down. The two lovers had disturbed their sleep.
The following Friday night, Bram had been surprised when he got home. There was a note from Faye on the dining room table. She was taking the boys to her mother’s house for the weekend, and he was to go upstairs and take a quick soak. Everything was laid out for him, and she expected him to be in bed waiting for her when she got back. Remembering the spectacular blowjob he had gotten last Friday night, Bram hurried upstairs and stripped off his clothes. There was a snifter of his favorite V.S.O.P brandy on the counter in the bathroom, and he sipped at it as he soaked in the hot water of the big garden tub. There was another note with very specific instructions for him on the nightstand by their king sized bed, and while he found them curious, he wasn’t about to jeopardize his night of fun.
He walked to the bedroom door and turned off the light switch, leaving the ceiling fan on. He then walked to the bed, noticing the long black scarves laid strategically out on the bed and left them alone, and then picked up Faye’s sleeping mask and slipped it on. He fumbled for the lamp switch and turned it off as well, and then lay back to wait for Faye.
“Are you still awake baby?” Faye asked from the doorway. Bram lifted his head and she quickly told him to put it back down on the pillow. “Good,” she whispered, “now be very, very still.” He didn’t hear her approach the bed, but he felt her small hands as they attached the silk scarves to his hands and feet. The room was deathly quiet. Suddenly, he could hear her hurried breathing. Then he could feel her hair as she dragged it across his naked chest and belly. He felt her begin to kiss the soft skin of his belly, working her way down to his proudly erect cock. Instead of sucking the head into her mouth, she went to his balls and sucked them inside her mouth one at a time, something else she had never done for him. He felt his scrotum being lifted and got another surprised as she licked the seam of his scrotum all the way back to where it started. And then her tongue probed his ass. His whole body jerked and his cock quivered with excitement.
Before he could breathe a word he felt her mouth surround his penis. It felt different somehow, but he did not want to risk Faye losing the mood. For the second time, he lasted no time at all before he blasted away, his cum filling her mouth and spilling out around her lips. She licked up every drop.
He felt the scarves being loosened, and then he felt her wriggling beneath him, her giggles high pitched, like they had been when she was a young girl. He was quickly rigid again. He lifted his hips and felt her small hand grip his cock and guide it to her pussy. Just as he was about to plunge into her, he felt the mask pulled from his eyes and the light switch on the nightstand…four feet away, clicked on.
His eyes widened in shock as he saw Jemma’s face beneath his, the lips of her tight pink pussy grasping at the tip of his cock. He felt Faye’s weight as she kneeled on the bed beside them, completely nude. “Fuck her baby,” she said. Faye placed her hand on the small of his back and pushed him down, his cock entering the unbearably tight, hot pussy of Jemma. Jemma gasped and welcomed him inside her depths. She looked up into his eyes, and then glanced quickly at Faye. She smiled as she realized what she saw in his eyes. “You’re right,” she said to Faye quietly, “I’m reflected in you…” She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms and legs around the sexy Mr. Tilman, and fucked him until they both came. And it was good.
GIVE INTO ME
SYNOPSIS:
Ray knows his teenage babysitter wants to seduce him…and his wife refuses to believe him. Marge definitely should have known him better, Courtney did. “One of these days,” she had said, “you’ll give into me.”
The first time he caught her, she was lying on the sofa in the living room with one hand inside her shorts and the other hand up inside her tee shirt. Both hands were moving busily and her breathing was loud and ragged sounding. Marge had driven her car to the P.T.A. meeting and he had gone there straight from work…and Marge had not pulled into the driveway yet, so Ray had stood still and quiet, watching Courtney masturbate frantically on the sofa.
The eighteen year old was beautiful by any standards. Her lithe, tanned body was perfectly proportioned, though her breasts were a trifle larger than one woul
d expect on such a slender frame. Her dark brown hair was cut in a page boy style that gave her sloe eyes kind of a wicked look for a woman so young…very exotic for an eighteen year old.
The aura of sexuality was palpable in the room as Ray watched the muscles in her inner thigh strain as her legs tried to spread wider, and he could hear her voice as she begged some invisible male to give her his cock. His heart almost stopped as she graphically described what she wanted to do to him. He was shocked and he was perversely thrilled as he listened to her. When he had been her age, neither he nor any of his friends had gotten very far past fucking and the occasional blowjob. This incredible looking girl was masturbating on his sofa and actively begging for anal and oral sex in addition to wanting her pussy filled. It took a major effort for Ray to keep his hand out of his own pants.
Then Marge ruined it by parking in the driveway. Ray stepped back in the kitchen and loudly opened and closed the side door. “We’re home!” he said loudly. He walked over to the sink and ran the tap water for a moment before getting a glass from the cabinet and filling it. Marge came through the door and Ray hoped that they had been loud enough to give Courtney time to collect herself. He needn’t have worried.
She padded into the kitchen barefoot, long coltish legs sticking out of the loose athletic shorts she wore, her hard flat belly exposed by one of the middie tee shirts that seemed de rigueur for young girls during the long summer break. There were still a couple of months before Courtney would start the fall semester at the Junior college. Her face was a little flushed, but her breathing had returned to normal. She reached into the cabinet where the drinking glasses were and took out a glass of her own, the hard peaks of her nipples pushing out against the thin tee shirt material. When she turned to get water from the tap, she gave Ray a small smile. He was hard as a rock. There was no way to hide it, so he quickly left the room, hurrying upstairs and leaving Marge and Courtney in the kitchen. Marge would settle up with Courtney and see her out…Ray needed a cold shower.
He was more than a little ashamed of himself. He was a grown man, yet he was fantasizing like a schoolboy over an eighteen year old girl. Ray had made love to his wife pretending it was the sloe-eyed face of Courtney beneath him. He had masturbated in the shower as he imagined her naked body on her knees in front of him. He had awakened in the middle of the night and gone to his computer, scouring porn videos looking for females that resembled Courtney and masturbated to them. It seemed to him as if she had become an obsession.
He caught her again a couple of weeks later, this time in the pool out back as his small son was dozing in the shade of the tent fly on the deck. Courtney was wearing an incredibly small bikini, and she was in the pool with her hand inside the miniscule bottom. Marge wasn’t home yet, she wasn’t due for another two hours.
Courtney’s head was thrown back, her mouth wide, and her fingers moving busily inside the bottom of her bikini. She must have heard him as he came through the gate, because she lazily turned in the water. The hand inside her bikini bottom never stopped moving.
“You didn’t tell on me.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Huh?” It was the best Ray could muster under the circumstances, he was watching in fascination as her fingers played with her pussy. Her nipples were hard and showed through the tiny top.
“When you caught me jilling off on the sofa the other night,” she said calmly, “you didn’t tell Marge about it.”
Ray was totally speechless, and his face flushed bright red. Courtney climbed out of the pool and approached him. Little beads of water stood out on her sculptured body, magnifying the tiny hairs on her skin. Her little belly button was taut, and the bikini bottoms were cut terrifyingly low. It crossed Ray’s mind that she had to shave her pubic hair to keep it from showing above the bikini line.
Courtney crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to follow her into the cabana they used to change clothes in. When they were inside, she turned to face him and stuck her hand back inside the bikini bottom. It was perfectly obvious to him that she was masturbating, and he could see the pink tip of her tongue peeking through her lips. She was staring at the rising lump in his golf shorts.
Courtney shrugged, and the bikini top fell away from her breasts…still tied, but now hanging around her hips. Her breasts were perfect, the rigid pink nipples pointing upwards towards the roof of the cabana. Ray’s breath was coming in ragged gasps. She slid the bottoms down and lay back on the chaise in the cabana, her legs widespread, her hairless pussy glistening in the mid-afternoon light.
Her fingers slid into her pussy as she watched his face. “Don’t you want to fuck me Ray?” she asked, opening the petals of her pussy so that he could see the pink inside. “I’m really horny, and I can see you’re really hard…”
Ray was petrified. Here he was, being offered the stuff of his dreams. She was old enough, his wife was out of the way for a couple of hours. Courtney was obviously no virgin, and she wanted him to fuck her…and he was paralyzed with fear.
She started to bait him purposely. “If you’re not going to fuck me Ray, at least let me see that huge cock.” There were four fingers inside her pussy now, and her breathing was harsh. “Come on, show it to me!”
Staring at her helplessly, Ray slowly unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. “Oh shit Ray, it’s pretty,” Courtney said, licking her lips. “Please bring it over here so I can see it better.” She saw the look in his eyes. “It’s okay,” she said, “I promise, I won’t touch it unless you tell me I can.” Now he saw the amusement in her eyes and it made him a little angry. How could he have allowed this role reversal?
Nevertheless, he stood closer, less than a foot away from the masturbating teen. “Damn Ray,” she breathed, “We could have so much fun…” her eyes were glued to his swollen cock, and she licked her lips unconsciously. “I bet that would feel so good in my mouth Ray, I can just about taste it.” Ray felt his stomach lurch and he began to stroke his cock over her. Courtney lay back, opening her mouth wide and spreading her legs as wide as they would go. “That’s it baby,” she whispered, “make him cum on me.” Her fingers were moving more frantically than before. “Make it squirt Ray!”
Groaning, Ray felt the heavy load shoot up from his balls, the thick fluid arching through the air and landing on her flat belly and the tops of her thighs. Courtney came with him, her entire fist disappearing into her pussy as she thrashed about on the chaise lounge. When they were both through, Courtney stared at him boldly as she scraped his cum off her belly and legs and then licked the heavy white cream from her fingers.
Arms and legs akimbo, completely nude, and with traces of his cum still on her pouty lips, Courtney spoke. “One of these days,” she said, looking at his half flaccid cock, “you’ll give in to me.” Her eyes locked on his. “And when you do, I’m going to suck the cum out of that and swallow it before you even get a chance to see it.” She sat up on the chaise. With a hurried swipe of her tongue, she took the remaining droplets of his cum from her lips and noisily swallowed them. “I love the taste of your cum,” she whispered.
For a week Ray felt guilty as hell, and he wondered what the hell he was going to do about the situation. He felt trapped, and he had never cheated on Marge…it was as if he was betraying her. Finally, miserable and guilt laden, he confessed to Marge one evening in bed, telling her about both times and telling her how sorry he was to have withheld the truth from her.
Marge stared at him for long moments, her face impassive, and then she began to laugh. It was just mirthful chuckles at first, but if quickly progressed to full blown hilarity. Ray, nonplussed, waited for an explanation. When Marge settled down, she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry baby,” she giggled, “I couldn’t help it.” She ran a smooth cool hand across his forehead. “I just couldn’t picture all that. I know you believe what you told me, but I swear…I promise you…a pretty young thing like Courtney has no use for a forty year old married man. You must have a
pretty good imagination though, to have dreamed up such a story.”
He protested that he was telling the truth until Marge got a little short with him, telling him she’d heard enough.
“Well I guess since it’s just my imagination you won’t be upset if I go ahead and fuck her when she offers it again.”
Marge’s laughter rang out loud and clear in the bedroom as she leaned over and clicked off the lamp by the bed. “That’s right baby,” she chuckled, “next time Courtney offers to spread those pretty legs for you, you just dive right in…and you give her a good stiff one for me, too!” Still giggling at her husband’s insanity, Marge rolled over and was soon fast asleep.
Saturday morning, Marge called him on the golf course and told him that her mother was not feeling well and that she would be late coming home…that it might even be an overnight stay. Just before she hung up, she laughed and warned him. “Watch out for Courtney when you get home baby, when I left she was wearing the smallest swimsuit I’ve seen her in so far…don’t let her give you a heart attack!” She was still laughing when she ended the call. Ray wasn’t certain how he was going to handle the situation when he got home, but he was resentful as hell.