by Lexi Hunt
SECRET LOVERS
SYNOPSIS:
Libby is an eighteen year old high school senior, augmenting her allowance with money from babysitting. The Holts are her favorite customers…Clay because he’s so hot, and Alison because there’s something about the woman that makes Libby giddy. Unknown to Libby, Alison already has a plan to make the three of them Secret Lovers…
Clay Holt was doing his best to hang on as his wife Alison writhed, bucked, and moaned beneath him. She was wild tonight. “You want to fuck her, don’t you baby!” It wasn’t a question. “You want to take her clothes off and kiss her little titties…you want to eat her pussy!” Her head whipped from side to side in her frenzy, and her heels beat a tattoo in the small of his back. “Ahhhhhh,” she screamed in a high pitched voice. “I want to watch you fuck her baaabbbyyy!” Alison came…hard. Her nails clawed bloody furrows in his back as she shrieked her way through the orgasm. Unable to do anything else, Clay spilled his semen in her still grasping pussy, his eyes rolling up in his head at the intensity of the sensation.
“Are you crazy?” he asked his wife. “She’s just a kid, and you’d cut my balls off if I even thought about fucking her.” He was dripping sweat from the workout Alison had just put him through.
“She’s legal Clay, and she’s sexy as hell. I know she wants you, she’s always flirting with you…you realize that the last three times she was over to babysit she wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties?” Alison was whispering in a low, husky voice, and she was positively shaking as she was talking to him. In spite of the fact that they had just fucked, she was rubbing her breasts against him and rubbing her clit on the top of his thigh, her face moving down his body towards his cock. Her lips sought his cock, and in spite of his very recent orgasm, he felt it start to rise again. She took his erection into her mouth, making smacking sounds as she noisily cleaned their mingled juices from the hard shaft.
Alison Holt was a petite voluptuous woman in her early thirties. She was perfectly proportioned, her large firm breasts, narrow flat waist and gently flaring hips caught the eyes of every male who saw her. Her curly sandy blonde hair hung to just past her shoulders, and she liked to wear it loose, cascading down in a cloud to just above her pert nipples. When she was aroused, as she was now, her alert, intelligent green eyes widened and her nostrils flared and she looked like a sexual demoness. With her eyes locked on Clay’s, she slowly took him into her mouth and down her throat until her nose bumped against his pelvic bone. She smiled wickedly around his this shaft. She didn’t bob her head, she just stared at him and made swallowing motions with her throat muscles until he came, his cum shooting directly into her stomach.
She lay with her head on his belly. “Clay?”
“Yes baby?” he responded, his hand tangled in her bed tousled hair as he caressed her.
“I want to watch you fuck her,” she said, her hips working her clit on the top of his thigh. “I want to watch her suck your cock, I want to see your cum dripping down those soft little tits.” She was moaning as she humped his thigh, her breath coming harder as she continued to verbalize her fantasy. “I want to see your hard cock fucking her tight little pussy Clay, and then I want to watch her face as you stick it in her ass!” Alison came. Again.
The object of Alison’s fantasy was at that very moment lying in her bed at home, her nightgown hiked above her waist, her panties on the floor beside her bed. Her knees were spread as far apart as she could get them as she plunged the eight inch dildo deep in her young pussy as she imagined the same things that Alison was at that moment articulating to her husband. Her wide blue eyes stared unseeing at her ceiling as she imagined Clay Holt, between her legs, thrusting into her the same way the dildo was doing. With both hands, she gripped the end of the latex cock and shoved it in as hard as she could, holding it there as she came. She had to bite her lip to keep from shrieking…she didn’t want to wake her parents up.
It was like this every time she came home from babysitting for the Holts. She would run upstairs to her bedroom and get naked. Sometimes she would put on babydoll pajamas, or panties and a nightgown, and sometimes she would just crawl between the sheets naked. Clay Holt was dreamy and hot. From the coal black lock of hair that kept falling down over one steely blue eye to the muscular body to the tips of his pedicured feet he was studly as hell. When he moved, muscles all over his body rippled sinuously, setting a fire in her belly every time she was around him. His boyish grin was dazzlingly bright, and his full lips looked delicious. She thought of them now, pressing against her tender nipples, sucking at them. One of her hands strayed to a nipple, and the other began to move the latex cock that was still inside her. She lifted on it so that the hard ridge of its top rubbed against her sensitive clit, and her knees jerked at the contact. “Clay!” she gasped. Oh shit this is good…
Libby Torrance lay back in her small single bed, her hips aching from spreading them as wide as she could as she fucked herself with the dildo. No matter how much she masturbated, Clay Holt stuck in her mind…she wanted the real thing, the latex felt good, but she wanted to feel his hot flesh pressed against hers, she wanted to feel the hot spurt of his cum deep inside her. Shit, I’m going to have to do it again…
When she finished, gasping for breath, she began to think about Alison Holt’s odd behavior over the last couple of weeks. For starters, Alison had been calling her more often, asking her to babysit more often. When she did call, they talked longer than they used to…Alison was friendlier than ever. The conversations often turned to sex, with Alison asking her all sorts of questions about sex in high schools nowadays, claiming that her Catholic school upbringing had denied her a lot of experiences. Libby told her about the blowjob fad that was all the rage at school. It was a kind of competition really, after all, it wasn’t really sex, and everybody was doing it. All it involved was finding an open car between classes or at lunch, and a good looking boy. All the cool girls were busy trying to one up each other, learning to deep throat, letting the boys cum in their mouths. Lisa Ann Downing had started pulling her lips back so that just the glans was in her mouth so she could collect all the cum in her mouth so she could open wide and play with the stuff while the boys watched as she swallowed it. Ellen Dowling managed to one up her by waiting outside the car where Lisa Ann was blowing a guy one day and then jumping into the front seat with them when Lisa Ann sat up to put on her little show. She kissed Lisa Ann and stuck her tongue in to share the cum. Lisa Ann had managed to survive with her reputation as ‘the best’ only by exposing one of Ellen’s tits, spitting some of the boy’s cum on it, and then noisily sucking it off.
Alison had been breathing heavily into the phone as Libby told her story, and whimpered at the end as if she’d been masturbating. The conversation had lasted almost an hour. Since that conversation, Alison had invited her over for coffee and cookies and to go swimming in their pool several times. The swimming invitations had turned out to be the most interesting. They had huddled together at the end of the swimming pool, watching Clay in his swim trunks as he drank beer or dozed in the sun. Their heads together, as well as their bodies, Alison had whispered to her about the size of Clay’s cock (Alison told her it was huge) and the things he liked for Alison to do to him in bed.
Alison’s descriptions were very vivid, and Libby found herself moving closer to her in the water as she spoke. Libby hadn’t noticed at first that Alison had been furtively touching her…at first it was casual, just a caress on the neck or the back, Alison’s fingertips brushing lightly across her skin. It was pleasant and non threatening, and it made Libby feel wanted and comfortable. Lately it had become a little more overt, and Libby began to respond to the older woman’s touch. It just added spice to the stories Alison told. Libby loved her visits with the Holts.
Alison called her and asked if she was free Saturday night for an all night babysitting job…and of course she was. Her own parents were out of town for the weekend, and all she had to do was cancel a date
with Jimmy Parker, which was not a big deal at all. Jimmy was boring, but better than nothing…but babysitting for the Holts was always exciting. Libby accepted gleefully.
Libby was unable to hide the hard nipples that were poking out the soft front of her sweater when she rang the Holt’s doorbell, though she tried by holding the books she brought with her across her chest. Alison was dressed so scantily that Libby could scarcely believe the woman was going out in public that way. Clay was nowhere to be seen. “There’s been a change of plans,” Alison said in a breathy voice that caused Libby’s pussy to contract almost painfully. She moved closer to Libby, who could now clearly see through the sheer fabric of the coverup (it was either a beach coverup or a negligee, Libby could see that now) and Alison’s nipples were clearly visible at close range. “The kids are at their grandma’s house.” Her hand gently pulled the books from Libby’s shaking hands.
“Then you don’t need me tonight?” Libby asked shakily.
“On the contrary sweetie,” Alison whispered, “We need you more than ever.” Alison’s lips pressed to Libby’s in an intense and passionate kiss that overwhelmed the teenager. When Alison’s hand slipped inside Libby’s sweater, Libby moaned, and the desire she had been holding back for so long swamped the last iota of self restraint she had. “Oh fuck,” she muttered against Alison’s soft lips, and her palm found its way somehow to Alison’s full breast. In seconds they were nude and writhing frantically against each other.
“I’ve got another surprise for you,” Alison breathed, just before her head dipped to Libby’s very small and perfect nipple.
“Oh god,” Libby said in a hoarse whisper, “I don’t know if I can take any more.” She was actually shaking with suppressed desire. Alison took her hand and led her to the master bedroom and into the bathroom, where Clay was showering inside the frosted glass. Libby’s shaking was visible as she watched Clay’s distorted body through the steam and the frosted glass. She moaned again.
“Do you want him?” Alison asked the shaking girl quietly. Libby nodded vigorously. “Come on,” Alison said, dragging her from the bathroom and over to the huge master bed. “Get under the covers,” Alison whispered, “I want to watch, so don’t turn out the lights, just hide under the covers until he gets in bed.”
Libby looked askance at the married woman. “Libby,” Alison said, “I want you to fuck him, I want to watch you suck his cock…after you get started I’m going to come up on the bed with you so I can see it up close! I’m serious, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks and it’s making me hot as hell…here, feel. I promise, it will be our secret!” Alison held Libby’s hand to her wet pussy. Libby trembled with her own lust as she realized that this was really happening and Alison wanted her to have sex with Clay! Her dreams were coming true, and this beautiful couple would very soon be her secret lovers.
She tumbled into the bed and covered up with the sheets, pulling them up to her face. It was hard to control her shaking anticipation. Both women heard the water turn off, and then the sound of Clay coming into the bedroom. The bedsprings squeaked as he lay on the mattress and slipped under the covers. He reached for the sheet covered body and he knew as soon as his hands touched her small breasts that he was not in bed with Alison.
Libby rolled over and reached for him, her tentativeness disappearing as soon as she felt the rigid shaft in her hands. Her desire exploded and she dove for his penis, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could in one gulp. Clay’s initial reluctance disappeared as her need took over. Libby had never wanted anything as much as she wanted Clay’s cum. She rolled him over onto his back and went after him wholeheartedly, working him all the way into her throat.
Alison climbed up on the bed beside Libby and Clay, her soft voice telling telling Libby what Clay liked, her hands stroking both bodies, encouraging them, urging them on. When Libby straddled him, taking his thick shaft inside her, she felt him stretch her out. It was an exquisite feeling, being stuffed so full. Libby felt the heat rushing up from the fiery ball in her belly as Alison bent between them and licked at the spot where they joined.
Libby went wild as she felt the hands and lips of Alison and Clay on her breasts, her ass, and her pussy. When Alison lay back on the bed and began to masturbate, Libby bent forward at the waist and began to lick frantically at Alison’s widespread pussy. Libby moaned louder into Alison’s pussy as Clay’s shaft pounded into her. The three of them came together and Libby’s eyes rolled back in her head at the intensity of it.
Libby curled up in Alison’s arms, fascinated with her larger breasts and the general softness of her body, sucking on Alison’s larger nipples. It seemed like no time at all before Clay was rubbing the head of his big cock against the puckered ring of her ass. “Ohhhh,” Libby whispered. She looked into Alison’s eyes. “Does it hurt when he does it…back there?”
Alison giggled and sat up, rolling Libby over on her belly and spreading her cheeks. “A little,” she said, “But a lot less if I do this first.” Alison tongued the puckered rosebud and inserted first one, then two fingers inside the tight ring. As her ass loosened, Libby began to move her hips, pushing back against Alison’s fingers. “Are you ready baby?” Alison whispered.
“Please!” Libby whimpered. As she felt his length slowly push into her, Libby ignored the minor pain as the pleasure began to build. When Clay was hilted in Libby, Alison began to cum, shaking the entire bed with the power of her orgasm. Libby came immediately afterwards, lying under Clay’s welcome weight. Clay was kissing the back of her neck as Alison’s lips brushed hers…and Libby had a profound sense that she had finally come into her own as a woman.
FORBIDDEN SECRETS
SYNOPSIS:
Janie has no idea what her stepfather Ethan is going to do about her mother’s increasingly violent verbal attacks and accusations, but she knows that she herself has had enough. When mom is carted off to jail for the night, Janie discovers that Ethan has been deprived of her mother’s physical charms for a very long time. Their mutual misery is relieved when Janie takes the initiative, and the two of them begin to share their Forbidden Secrets…
Janie Curtin lay in her bedroom with her pillow pulled over her head as she mother raged in the living room. Her mother, as usual, was being a total bitch, giving her stepfather Ethan no opportunity to get a word in edgewise. Vanessa Fields was not easy to get along with under normal circumstances, and when she was in a rage, she was impossible. Tonight she was in a rage because Ethan had refused to ground eighteen year old Janie for being ten minutes late on a Saturday night date…and Janie had even taken a picture of Sean changing the flat tire.
Vanessa had charged out the door screaming when Janie had come home, scaring poor Sean off and slapping at Janie all the way into the house. Ethan was a normally quiet and patient man, but he came close to losing his temper as Vanessa tried her best to slap the hell out of Janie. The hitting was bad, but it wasn’t the worst. It was the cutting words of her mother. “You sneaking little tramp! You’ve probably been sucking that boy’s cock all night, haven’t you?” She lifted Janie’s skirt high, exposing her lacy panties to Ethan’s eyes, causing him to flush a bright crimson.
“Still have your panties on do you? Did you take them off for a gang bang at the drive in? How many boys fucked you tonight.”
“That’s enough, Vanessa,” Ethan said, stepping between them.
“You always take her side damn you Ethan…are you fucking the little slut too? Vanessa viciously turned on her husband. Ethan turned to Janie and motioned her to her bedroom, and Janie sped from the room without looking back. She could hear them downstairs, her mother yelling, and her stepfather talking quietly. About fifteen minutes later, Vanessa took her screaming match to the front yard and began to throw stones from the flowerbeds that Ethan had worked so hard on just to please her. The screaming continued until Janie saw the rotating blue lights outside the house. Either the neighbors had called or a passing patrol car had heard her and s
topped. Janie knew how this was going to end…when Vanessa was on the rampage, any attempt to exercise authority over her ended in disaster. Sure enough, the yelling only ended when the cops put Vanessa into the back seat in handcuffs and hauled her off.
In a few minutes, Ethan came up and knocked on her door. “Can I come in?” he asked softly. Drying her tears, Janie sat up straight and asked him to come in.
He took her into his arms and caressed her hair, apologizing for her mother’s actions and the rude things she had said. Janie took a step back from him, not realizing that her clothing was in disarray and one petite breast was peeking out fetchingly from her partially unbuttoned blouse. “Why do you always apologize for her daddy? She treats you like total shit and you just keep taking it, no matter what she says or does…she must be a real tigress in the bedroom for you to put up with all this crap.” Janie realized that Ethan was blushing, and that he was staring at her chest. A slow smile crept over her face as she buttoned the blouse up slowly, letting him watch as much as he wanted.
Ethan shook his head. “That’s kind of what I came up here for Janie. I can’t take this anymore. Whatever your mother and I had is long gone. I’m leaving her as soon as I can arrange for you to be taken care of. Janie was speechless. She had no desire to be left behind with her mother and she said so. “That’s what I meant honey,” Ethan said, his large gentle hand on her shoulder, “I won’t leave her until I’m certain you’re in safe hands.