“And what about you?” he asked me as I gripped the girl and held her against my breast. “Do you still want her now that you know she’s not just a maid?”
“Yes… oh, god, yes!”
THE END
FREE STORY: SHARING HER CREAMY MILF
“What’s she like?” asked Jane as they turned onto the country road. It ran from the little two-lane highway into the foothills to Veronica’s childhood summer home. Yellow wheat bristled in the empty fields and thick stands of gray pine trees hugged the hillsides, casting long shadows in the late afternoon sun.
Veronica bit her lip and stared out the window, her heart pounding the nearer they got to home. She hadn’t been back since she’d left for university, and she’d only known the woman who married her dad for a few months before she left. Now she had a new little stepbrother she’d never met and a strange new stepmom.
“Nice,” she replied diplomatically with a little shrug. “But young. Way younger than my dad.”
Jane smirked and stuck her hand out the window, letting the warm evening air flow through her fingers. A strand of silky dark hair blew across her freckled nose as she glanced at Veronica, and Veronica found herself wanting to brush it aside and kiss those pillowy lips.
“Like, our age?”
Veronica shrugged. “She’s older than us by a few years, but still young. My dad’s like almost sixty.”
“What a stud,” laughed Jane with a sly little smile. She never took anything seriously.
“Hardly. He’s just rich.” Veronica sighed heavily. It was going to be weird getting reacquainted with Kim, her stepmom, again—especially with a brand new girlfriend in tow. She cringed inside thinking of her conservative dad and all the eligible sons of business partners he’d tried to set her up with over the years.
Her palms sweated as she imagined introducing them to Jane, and knowing that beneath their manners they were judging. And, there was something else… something she could never tell anyone. A midnight swim, and warm flesh in cool blue water. Kim’s red bikini and the water beading on her flesh. A burst of heat pooled between her legs. She shook her head to clear away the thoughts and squeezed her legs together to quell the feeling inside, but it only made it worse.
“Whatever gets the job done, I guess,” replied Jane as she reached over and slipped her hand over Veronica’s bare thigh. Despite her sarcastic nature, Jane was a big sweetheart inside. She knew Veronica was struggling. “Don’t worry, babe,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m with you.”
Veronica smiled and wove her fingers between Jane’s, squeezing her hand as the brunette massaged the creamy flesh between her legs. She cocked her knee a little, opening herself up to the girl’s fingers. Jane glanced at her with that sly little smile that drove her wild and slid her hand a little deeper, stroking the seam of her shorts with a light, feathery touch, sending a thrill through Veronica.
“You’re bad,” whispered Veronica as she closed her eyes and settled back against the worn upholstery of the truck. She felt like she was floating, her ears filled with the rush of wind and her skin tingled all over under her girlfriend’s touch.
Jane eased the truck over onto a pull-out and killed the engine, enveloping them in stillness. Cicadas and crickets filled the cathedral quiet with their chorus, while wind riffled their hair and raised goosebumps on their skin. Veronica felt Jane shift in her seat, scooting closer until the warmth of her body enveloped her.
“How many more miles?” whispered the brunette as she nuzzled Veronica’s neck. Veronica shivered and sighed as a wave of electricity radiated through her.
“Ten or so,” she replied as the brunette’s mouth opened against her ear, nipping her earlobe between her soft lips. Veronica gasped and tensed up as pleasure shot through her.
“What time are they expecting us?”
Veronica’s head swam. She could hardly focus, especially when Jane slipped her hand beneath her t-shirt, sliding up her belly toward the swell of her breasts. Veronica was torn; she wanted the brunette so bad it ached, but she was also scared being out on the side of the road where anyone could drive by.
“Sometime tonight… I didn’t say when,” murmured Veronica. Jane plunged her hand into Veronica’s thick blonde hair and grabbed it hard, guiding the curvy young girl back against the door. Veronica’s breath came in hard gasps as she looked into the brunette’s blazing eyes.
“Good.”
Every nerve in Veronica’s body was on edge, vibrating with energy. She watched the brunette with wide pupils, taking in every little flex and tremble in her lithe body. She saw her nipples go all stiff against her thin shirt, and her mouth watered for them.
Jane slid down between Veronica’s legs, pressing them wide open before pushing her shirt up, up, up over her full breasts. The flesh jiggled and spilled out from the tight fabric, coming to rest high on her slender torso. Jane gave a little growl and mounted her, burying her face in the luscious flesh and inhaling her scent.
Veronica’s heart fluttered as Jane gathered them up in her hands and squeezed them, toying with the buoyant flesh and running her lips over the silky swell again and again until Veronica felt the honey spill over between her legs. She rocked her hips gently against the lanky brunette, rubbing her hungry little clit against the stiff fabric of her jeans.
“Mmm, you want it, don’t you?” whispered the brunette as Veronica writhed beneath her. “Tell me you want it.”
Veronica groaned and slid her hand inside Jane’s top, cupping her petite breasts and tweaking the little pink nipples hard. Her pussy felt all fat and swollen between her legs, distractingly sensitive and wet.
“I want it,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing red. She was still learning to say what she wanted, to give directions. Jane gave a throaty little giggle and kissed her belly, dragging her pouty bottom lip against her smooth skin.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
The heat in Veronica’s body was unbelievable; she felt her inhibitions melting away, giving way to pure lust. Her imagination went wild, drawing up every filthy little private thought she’d ever had… but there was one buried so deep she’d never told anyone. Just thinking about it made her clit go stiff as a cock.
“Suck my titties, baby,” she whispered as she palmed her mounds and gave them a squeeze. The flesh overflowed her tiny hands, her dark pink nipples peeking out from her fingers like jujubes. She felt them buzz in anticipation as the brunette lowered her mouth, seeking out the juicy little nubs.
Veronica held her breath and watched. Jane’s plush little tongue darted out, wetting her pouty lips as they lowered toward her waiting nipple. Warm, soft breath swirled against the sensitive flesh, teasing it with her nearness. Veronica squirmed and pressed her breasts toward Jane’s mouth, but she pulled back with a grin.
“Be good,” she chastised in a purring voice. Veronica leaned back and closed her eyes, conjuring up those secret images from her past, those forbidden thoughts and wants…
“Mmmmm!” moaned Veronica as Jane’s lips closed around her nipple. Heat and softness and wet friction woke every sizzling nerve in her body, making them sing. She arched off the seat, pressing herself against the brunette, riding the waves of pleasure as she sucked and teased her nipple.
Jane switched sides, suckling Veronica softly. The wet sound of her mouth drew Veronica back to that swimming pool all those years ago, to seeing Kim’s massive tits straining against her bikini top and the protruding nipples poking out against the wet fabric. Veronica’s pussy clenched and released at the thought, remembering how badly she wanted to cuddle up and suckle Kim’s big tits.
As if reading her mind, Jane slipped her hand inside Veronica’s shorts and found her pussy. She massaged it softly through the sopping wet fabric of her panties, zeroing in on her fat clit. Veronica cried out as returned the favor, fingering the hot brunette and feeling her juices sluice around her fingers.
“God, your tits are s
o hot,” growled Jane as she gave a lusty suck, pulling on Veronica’s nipple and making it all big and red like a strawberry. Her tongue batted against the tip, sending sharp shooters of pleasure straight to Veronica’s sex. “I just want to eat them.”
She bit into the soft flesh gently, leaving shallow, pink teeth marks on the skin. Jane pushed aside Veronica’s panties and dipped her fingers into her juicy hollow, her face flushing with pleasure when she felt how wet the blonde was.
“See how wet you make me, baby?” she said in a whispery voice.
Jane shuddered and pulled her hand free, rubbing the sweet nectar on Veronica’s wet nipple and licking it off.
“I wanna fuck you so bad, Roni,” growled Jane before she filled her mouth with the blonde’s sweet flesh. She sucked and sucked and sucked until Veronica’s nipple seemed to fill her mouth—when she pulled back it was as big and red and swollen as her clit felt.
Veronica felt herself gush in her panties, the sweet creamy girl-cum soaking into the cotton and wetting her inner thighs. She wished Jane had two mouths: one to nurse her tits and another to suckle her clit.
“Make me cum, baby. Make me cum before we go,” she begged, her hands running up and down the brunette’s body.
Jane slid down onto the floor of the cab, pulling down Veronica’s shorts to her knees. She pushed Veronica’s legs back onto her chest, holding the shorts tightly to bind her. Her enflamed pussy was squeezed firmly between her thighs, igniting its sensitivity, while her tits her squished between her knees, putting her whole body on display for the voracious brunette.
“Look how good and wet you are, baby,” cooed Jane with fire in her eyes. She slid two fingers along Veronica’s puffy, nearly-hairless pussy lips, making them bristle. “It’s gonna taste so good.”
A finger slid down the cleft with a deliciously light, slow motion. Veronica reached around her thighs and tweaked her nipples as Jane lapped her pussy all slow and soft. Her tongue wriggled against her soft, pink lips, teasing them open to reveal the big pearl at their apex.
“Suck my clit, baby. Just like you did my tits,” directed Veronica. Inhibition was leaving her—all she knew was what she wanted.
“Like this?” Jane closed her mouth over Veronica’s mound, slurping up her hot, sticky juices with a blissful look on her pretty features. Veronica gasped and pinched her nipples hard, salting her pleasure with a little pain. It felt so good she could hardly stand it, but it wasn’t what she wanted.
“Mm-mm. No. Suck it,” she said again, her command turning to a ragged plea. She stuck her hands down and pulled apart her lips, baring the fat pink bud. “Suck it, baby. Nurse it like a titty. Let me see.”
Veronica was on fire; all she could think about was being suckled, of someone trying to draw some part of her into them. Drinking her down; eating her up. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed at the promise of feeling it, of feeling Jane nurse her.
Jane’s face went slack, her gaze going unfocused as she did as she was told. Her eyes locked onto Veronica’s when she took it between her lips and sucked. A low, guttural moan echoed through her chest as Jane nursed her clit, slurping and sucking it like a little nipple.
“Oh, god, Jane!” she hissed as her clit got bigger and stiffer in the brunette’s greedy little mouth. Lost in the fog of pleasure, she didn’t feel at first the fingers easing slowly inside her, priming that secret sweet spot deep inside her. “Mmmmm—Oh!”
A little quake rocked her, making a spurt of slick honey flow down Jane’s probing fingers. Her hips rocked, seeking out the right rhythm and finding it. Jane’s mouth drew all sensation to that one simmering point between her legs, sending sparks out to her nipples. The coiling pleasure tightened in her belly and she gasped, sucking in air as she grew hotter and hotter and hotter…
“Can I help you?” A voice came from the darkness. Veronica cried out and threw herself beneath the dashboard, struggling to cover herself up as Jane wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Do you need a tow truck?”
Darkness had fallen as they were waylaid by the side of the road. Veronica blinked hard and tried to steady her nerves. Suddenly, she realized she knew that voice.
“Kim? Is that you? It’s me, Veronica.”
“Veronica! Oh, sweetheart, we were wondering when you’d get here! Did you guys break down?”
Jane cleared her throat. “No, we didn’t break down, we just pulled over to talk.”
Veronica swore she could hear Kim smile knowingly in the dark.
“This is Jane,” said Veronica.
Kim stepped forward, her blonde hair and white teeth catching the very last evening light. She held out her hand.
“Hi, Jane. I’m Kim,” replied her stepmom, taking the brunette’s hand lightly and shaking it.
Veronica’s heart leapt into her throat when she realized just how wet Jane’s hand must be from her pussy. She thanked the darkness for hiding the blush glowing on her cheeks.
“Wha—what are you doing out here?” It was miles from the house, and late.
“I go for a jog every night after your dad retires to his office to read. Gotta keep fit, ya know?”
A slight breeze picked up and Veronica caught the faint scent of Kim’s hair, her sweat-dewed body. It made the hunger inside her deepen, along with the strange shame she felt over her secret inner fantasy. The image flashed again, of Kim stepping from the pool with her hard nipples and sleek, tanned body.
“Do you want a ride back to the house?” asked Jane. “It’s getting late.”
“No, you girls take your time. I’m gonna jog back. See you there!”
They watched her disappear into the darkness, her red safety light pulsing in the blackness. A groan escaped Veronica as she palmed her face in embarrassment.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe that happened!”
“Don’t worry about it, Roni,” said Jane as she squeezed Veronica’s hand. “There’s no way she saw what was going on.”
**
Veronica climbed from the pool, the chilly water dripping down her body. She tugged at her borrowed bikini top, shifting the far-too-generous cups back and forth to cover her breasts. Kim had leant it to her, and it was made with her generous curves in mind.
Veronica tightened the straps, her mind vaguely aware of the fact that Kim’s big, soft nipples had pressed against the same fabric, that her sex had warmed the skimpy bottoms. Again, images and sensation from years ago crowded her mind, of Kim and her swimming in the dark, of their bodies brushing against each other in the warm night, igniting something inside her she never knew existed. She blushed and shook her head, trying unsuccessfully to rid herself of those thoughts.
That morning, Kim had greeted her with coffee and a smile. They stood in the kitchen, whispering as Jane and the baby, Brady, slept upstairs.
“Did you girls sleep okay last night?” asked Kim with a little smile.
“Yeah, we did. Jane’s still zonked.” Veronica sipped on her coffee, letting the hot liquid warm her tongue.
“I bet, poor girl. That’s a long drive.”
They’d chatted for a while, a warm current of energy passing back and forth between them. Veronica hadn’t remembered her new stepmom being so nice, so easy to talk to, and she was pleasantly surprised. Maybe it was distance that made them so natural and easy together, or maybe it was freedom from Veronica’s ultra-conservative dad, who’d left for a week-long conference in Washington that morning.
“Roni…” said Kim with a questioning look on her face. “Are you and Jane, you know, more than friends?”
Veronica choked on her coffee and set it aside, coughing into her hand. Her mind raced. She wanted so badly to tell them, to tell them who she really was, but she was frightened. Her dad was so scarily conservative and Kim… well, Kim was a mystery. Just do it, she told herself as her heart thundered in her chest. Just tell her.
“No… well, yes. Kind of.”
Kim smiled an
d stroked her arm, raising goosebumps on her skin.
“I thought so,” she replied. “Don’t be scared, I won’t tell your dad until you’re ready to. I was in your position once, you know.”
The shock must have registered on Veronica’s face because Kim burst out laughing, her white teeth flashing.
“Don’t look so surprised! I did my fair share of experimenting in college. Well, it was more than just experimenting.”
“But—but, how? How’d you end up married to my dad? He’s so… square.”
“You’d be surprised,” was all the older blonde said as she poured a little more coffee. “Enjoy Jane, honey. No one will pleasure you like a woman. I promise you that.”
Veronica’s heart skipped a beat hearing her say that and seeing the look of dreamy bliss on her face at whatever memory she was revisiting. She felt warmth rekindle between her legs, and she found herself scanning the older woman’s body, imagining her tanned body open and flushed with desire, her nipples dripping milk down her flat belly. Christ, get it together, Roni, she chastised herself, but the image kept flashing through her mind again and again.
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