by Gayle Riley
Liak could hardly hold onto Flora as she exclaimed: “Ohhhh…! Oh, that’s it! Right there, baby!” Flora cried out, her legs straightening out to the sides of Jeris.
“That’s it, babe… That’s it…” Jeris bellowed below her, letting her clit out of his lips for just a second. He twirled his tongue around it before taking it back into his lips and brought up two fingers to sneak along the side of Flora’s labia. Flora bit down on her bottom lip, trying to withstand the sensations running all throughout her body, but she couldn’t control how wet Jeris’ masterful mouth and fingers were making her.
“F-fuck, Jeris!” she shrieked, kicking both of her legs out as Jeris suckled on her clit, sneaking both fingers by her entrance to tease her with the tips. They pushed through the first gush, getting coated in her thick juices and then drove in deeper, stretching Flora’s still-tight hole even further. Flora grasped Jeris’ hair harder, moving her hips up and down to brush her clit against his teasing tongue again and again in time with his fingers pumping in and out of her.
“Mmm… Babe, you taste so fucking good,” Jeris growled as he glanced up at Flora, licking his lips. The look in his eyes was purely feral and looking closer, Flora could swear that she saw fires dancing in both of them. She watched as his head sank below her legs again.
She never knew that a man could do so much to her. She was so used to having to entice and craftily seduce, but now she had a husband that would more than happily give just as much to her. How she managed to keep her pregnancy a ‘secret’ she’d never know, but now that she was getting Jeris’—her husband’s seed instead of his, she was sure that it was all for the better.
As Jeris’ fingers started to go faster and faster, Flora found it harder to hold back the buildup starting to take her. Just before she went past the point, she pushed Jeris away saying, “Stop! Stop! I don’t want to cum yet!”
Jeris reluctantly pulled himself away from Flora, but found a grin on his face when he remembered. “Oh, right… You wanted me to cum inside of you first, right, babe?”
Flora bit down on her lip, hardly able to say the words now that she was so exposed to him. “I… Well, um…” She looked away for a second, but then nodded with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes again, Jeris was leaning in to get another kiss from her. She could taste herself on his lips—faintly sweet, but his taste overpowered her own, making the kiss just as rough as the last one.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Liak said, grinding his cock against Flora’s backside. He grasped the base of his cock and bit his lip, bliss on his face.
Slowly, Jeris pulled himself away from Flora’s lips again, but rested his forehead against hers. “Mmm, babe…You don’t know how much I want you right now,” Jeris said as he ground his cock against Flora’s thigh, bringing the heavy, rock-hard manhood up to brush against Flora’s snatch. “That’s right babe… It’s fully hard and just for you…” Jeris whispered into Flora’s ear, as he slid his lips over to it, softly biting it.
“Ah!” Flora sharply gasped as she felt the bit of fang coming out and trailing along the side of her ear. Jeris took hold of his cock at the base and positioned it at Flora’s entrance.
“You ready for me?” he asked in a low growl, letting his bear come out a little.
“Give it to her hard…” Liak growled under his breath, both hands holding Flora’s leg’s up for Jeris.
Flora nodded twice, the bear in her felt the need to mate even though it’d lay dormant for so long. Something about Jeris had awakened it and it made her think that maybe her idea was better than she’d originally thought.
Jeris thrust into her slowly to get comfortable, managing to squeeze the entirety of himself into her. Flora growled and moaned aloud, writhing beneath Jeris as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Flora’s sharing a kiss with her as he started to thrust faster and faster. The waves gradually became just as strong as when his head was between her legs—stronger even. Flora closed her eyes, trying to keep up with Jeris’ kiss and movements, but it was all too much for her to handle.
Liak stroked his cock against Flora, feeling her body bucking against his. The primal thrusts from Jeris were enough to make the entire vibrate violently. He didn’t hesitate hastily reposition himself and make it so he could comfortably suckle on and massage Flora’s large breasts. His thumbs ran up and down the hardened nubs until Flora cried out in pleasure, elevating her pelvis and then chest high into the air before coming back down. “Damn, I need some of this…” Liak groaned, his cock rubbing against one of Flora’s breasts. He gripped the back of Flora’s head to get her attention and said, “Open up…”
Flora couldn’t deny him, opening her mouth to reveal her flailing tongue inside. Liak shoved his cock in immediately, sending the tip straight to the back of Flora’s throat. She gagged horribly on his hardness at first, but quickly adjusted, her focus shifting between the cock in her pussy and the cock in her mouth.
She closed her eyes to try and focus on Liak as he was urging her to pleasure him. He softly ran his fingers through her hair, keeping it out of her face as she sucked down on his cock. Flora hummed around it, and hot saliva dribbled out of her mouth from around Liak’s cock. Precum shot to the back of her throat and Liak massaged his heavy balls, encouraging the built up cum to come out even faster.
They all lost themselves in the moment. Liak kept his hand in Flora’s hair, grasping it harder the closer he got. Meanwhile Jeris went faster, putting his hands at Flora’s hips, groaning and grunting as he mated her hot and wet sex.
“Mmm…! Mmfff…!” Flora hummed around Liak’s cock as much as she could, bringing up a hand to wrap around his shaft. She tried to stroke him along with sucking, but every time she got into a rhythm it was torn apart by the man splitting her at her womanhood.
“Babe…! I need this… I, ah…!” groaned Jeris, his voice getting weaker. By the time Jeris had gotten into a fast rhythm, thrusting his entirety in and out of her, they were both lost in the passion, sharing a heated mating session that only tribal were-bears could. “Fuck, baby…! Fuck…! I think… I’m going…! I’m gonna!”
“Aw… Shit…!” Liak ground his teeth together hard as he came. Hot cum flooded Flora’s mouth and forced her off his cock, it spilling onto the side of her face and neck. The spurts flew past her face as she felt her own buildup coming to a climax, her breaths shortening and limbs sprawling out.
Liak fell to the side of the bed, panting hard and arms crossed on his chest. He looked over to see Flora writhing in pleasure and a small smile crossed his face.
Flora pressed her head against the pillow one last time as all over her muscles tensed up and her breaths got short, her walls clamping down around Jeris’ thick shaft as Jeris started to shoot inside of her. Jeris threw his head back and then fell atop of Flora, panting hard and still thrusting as he filled her sex with his hot seed.
“F-finally…” huffed Jeris as his spurts slowly came to a drip inside of Flora. Her walls milked him of all of his cum, still throbbing wildly alongside his manhood. “I finally got to breed my wife…”
“It looks like we’ve finished the ceremony, sir.” Liak huffed, still out of breath as he stood up. “Was everything satisfactory? Can we proceed with peace finally?”
Jeris nodded slowly, catching his breath. “Yes, I think it does. Everything has gone absolutely perfectly. By extension, I think that we should have more of these sessions. Seeing that glimmer in her eyes with us both here is rather exhilarating, I must say.”
Flora grinned, hoping for the best. “So, does this mean that you’re all right with…?”
Jeris chuckled a little, lying back on the bed. He took one final deep breath and said, “One thing I know for sure is that I’m going to be glad to greet my son.”
THE END
Bonus 5 of 30
Emma’s Awakening
Description
Emma Miller has just turned 40 and on top of dealing with all that comes along with that, she
lost her husband a year ago to cancer. Her stepson has decided to transfer to a nearby college to finish his last year while helping her out. As the two spend more time together in their grief, they find their connection is not simply familial. Things get even more heated when she meets another younger man in the neighborhood that makes her feel young again. The three soon begin to partake in a wild threesome romance that has Emma feeling things she never did in her youth.
Chapter 1
Emma Miller pushes her brown hair out of her sweaty face. She is doubling her workout time now that she’s 40. No saggy backside or fatty paunch for her. She is fighting the aging thing with all she’s got. Her hair falls in her face again, reminding her that she needs to have her highlights redone and to pull her hair back the next time she works out. She wipes off with a towel and heads for the shower. Jonas is coming by soon to mow the lawn and see if he can fix the leaky kitchen sink.
Jonas Keller is Emma’s stepson. He is a great help to Emma since her husband, Jonas’ dad, died a year ago from cancer. Jonas is finishing his last year of college at home instead of away in Boston so he can help Emma with the house and selling off some of his dad’s properties. He is running his own lawn service until he gets his degree in sports medicine.
Emma dresses in shorts and a tank top. Working two days a week from home has its advantages. She grabs her laptop, prepares to finish editing a boring book about investment banking, and spies Jonas outside. The book can wait. She steps out onto the wide porch and waves to a shirtless Jonas. Sweat rolls off his tan muscular chest down over his six-pack abs. At 22, Jonas is in peak condition and pushing around a mower keeps him that way. Emma notices her young neighbor peeking out her upstairs window. Emma doesn’t blame her. Jonas is really hot. Wow, where is that kind of thinking coming from? Emma’s too old for him, or maybe not she thinks.
Jonas turns off the mower and jogs over to the porch. He notices how good Emma is looking. She certainly takes care of herself. Jonas realizes where his mind is wandering and mentally slaps himself. This is his stepmom, not some floozy that picks up guys at the bar. He gets himself under control and asks, “Mind if I grab a soda before I trim the hedges? I can look at that leak while I’m in the kitchen too.”
Emma laughs and replies, “You know that you can have anything in this house that you want. No need to ask.” Jonas’ mind jumps right to the thought, does that offer include Emma? He tries to block out the idea as he follows Emma to the kitchen. She hands him an ice-cold bottle of soda. He rubs it across his forehead to cool down both his body and his thoughts.
Emma keeps herself busy removing everything from under the sink so that Jonas can fix the leak in the pipe. As she bends over, Jonas holds back a moan. He can’t help but admire her tight butt. Jonas needs to get a grip. He doesn’t know when his feelings for Emma began changing, but it’s getting out of control. He didn’t used to look at her as a woman, just as the person his dad married shortly before Jonas graduated high school. Seeing her almost daily for the last year, working beside her while caring for the yard, and holding her as she cries over the loss of his dad is bringing on urges he never imagined as possible.
The phone rings and Emma leaves the room to answer it. She is glad for the disruption. The tension between her and Jonas is ridiculous. She remembers when they could relax and make silly jokes, watch action movies together and talk about anything. Now it seems they need to watch every word they say. Emma regrets the day she first noticed Jonah as a man instead of a boy. She wishes they could go back in time.
Emma hangs up the phone and hears the snapping of the hedge clippers. Jonah is back to work in the yard. That’s good. It’s time for Emma to get her mind out of the gutter and back to work. A boring book to edit is just the thing to get her mind off of tan muscular chests and six-pack abs.
The girl next door stops spying and saunters out of the house in a bikini. She throws a towel over a lounge chair and jumps into the pool. After swimming only one lap, she slowly walks up the steps out of the water, making sure Jonas is watching. Her bikini clings to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. She makes it clear that she wants Jonas’ attention.
Jonas is finishing the hedges when the girl motions him to her yard. Jonas figures why not and saunters over to say hello. She offers him a beer. He turns it down, but asks if she minds if he cools off in the pool. She jumps in with him.
Emma looks out the window and sees her young neighbor running her fingers down Jonas’s chest. A wave of jealousy comes over Emma, freezing her in place. How she wishes to be that young again, carefree, and with a firm body that takes no effort to maintain. She misses having a man look at her the way Jonas is looking at the girl next door. Maybe it’s time to start dating again. She can join one of those on-line services. No, that seems too desperate. She calls an old friend and makes plans to go with her to a singles bar.
She hears the unmistakable sound of metal tools hitting metal pipes and realizes Jonas is back in the kitchen working on the sink. It’s best that she stays away and leaves him alone. She looks at her computer but can’t see a thing for her tears. She is so lonely that it hurts.
Jonas is done with the sink. He puts everything back under it for Emma. He calls out to let her know he is done, but she doesn’t answer. He assumes she is too involved in her work to hear him. He leaves a note to tell her the sink is fixed and remind her that they are meeting someone on Saturday who wants to buy the last condo his father owned.
Chapter 2
Emma is dressing for a night out at the singles bar. She is nervous and unsure if this is a good idea, but she has to do something about her restlessness. The tight little dress she puts on first makes her feel like she’s trying too hard. She settles on jean leggings that show off her hard-earned backside, a silky red tank and heels. Her newly highlighted hair is shiny and bouncy as it brushes her shoulders. The doorbell rings, announcing the arrival of her friend. It’s time to go. “Lord help me,” Emma mutters as she opens the door.
The bar is crowded and loud with dimmed lighting. Music is blasting through the speakers making everyone have to lean in closely to each other to be heard. She guesses this is their strategy to bring couples together just as the dim lighting is used to hide wrinkles and blemishes. She realizes that she is analyzing the bar instead of relaxing. So, she takes a deep breath and puts a smile on her face. Within a matter of seconds, a man is by her side offering to buy her a drink. Since her friend is on the dance floor, she accepts the drink hoping for a good conversation. The man is tall and lanky, with green eyes and a touch of gray at the temples. She guesses that he is close to her age. Surely, they have something in common to discuss. Then to her horror he opens his mouth and says, “Those are nice jeans. Do you think I can get in them?” Emma groans and replies, “Not in this lifetime.” She turns away to watch her friend on the dance floor.
As the evening progresses, Emma decides this is a huge mistake. Her toes are stomped on repeatedly on the dance floor, cheesy come-on lines are giving her a headache and she is drinking far too much. Her friend, however, has spent the entire evening with one man and she signals to Emma that she will be leaving with him. Emma quickly calls a cab. She is more than ready to call it a night.
Emma awakens to the ringing of her phone and the bright sun in her eyes. She picks up the phone and says, “What is it? It’s too early for telemarketers.” She holds her aching head in her hands as laughter comes over the line.
Jonas continues laughing as he says, “First of all, I’m not a telemarketer and second, it’s almost noon. You sound like you have a hangover. That truly sucks, because we have to meet a potential buyer at the condo in thirty minutes. May I suggest coffee and a hot shower?” Instead of replying, Emma hangs up.
A quick shower, coffee and aspirin allow Emma to get dressed in a simple summer dress and sandals. She hurriedly swipes mascara and lipstick on, then heads out the door. The bright sun causes her to put on sunglasses for her still bloodshot eyes.
Jonas and the buyer are impatiently waiting as she arrives ten minutes late. She apologizes profusely and unlocks the condo door.
This condo is an investment property that Emma’s late husband bought shortly before his death. There are several such properties that Emma and Jonas have decided to sell. Their lives are simply too busy to deal with renters and the upkeep of the properties. They wander through the condo allowing the potential buyer to admire the upgrades. Jonas points out the open concept and granite countertops while frowning at Emma’s unusual silence. Happily, the man agrees to the list price and is ready to sign a contract.
After the buyer is gone, Jonas confronts Emma, “What happened to you? I was just kidding when I said it sounded like you had a hangover. But it’s looking like I may have been right on the money. Did you have a date or just tie one on alone?”
Emma grudgingly explains her night out. She is embarrassed to let Jonas know she is looking for a man. Jonas can’t believe his ears. Emma at a bar, no way! He is willing to bet money that she can find a man at safer places. He figures she just doesn’t realize that men notice her wherever she goes. He assures her, “Emma, you don’t need to hang out in singles bars. They’re dangerous and kind of disgusting. Just walk across the college campus and you’ll have young guys groveling at your feet for just a smile.” Emma doubts that, but the idea is intriguing. Jonas continues, “Let’s get something to eat. It will make you feel better.”
It turns out that Jonas is correct. A little food, some more caffeine and a seat in the sun at an outside cafe and Emma almost feels human again. Thank goodness, some of the old easiness of hanging out with Jonas is back. That is until he lights up a cigarette. Emma freaks, grabs the cigarette, and shouts, “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? Your dad died of throat cancer! You can’t do this. I refuse to lose you too.” Emma is crying now and Jonas is ashamed of himself for upsetting her.