by CELENE CAREY
“Yes, baby, scream for me!” Ian arched his back and shoved upward. Whether prepared or not, she was suddenly stuffed- just as she’d wanted, imagined, and prayed- full of cock. The pain was immense as her pussy tried gallantly to adjust, failing miserably. The sharp edge of a tear flared like fire as he withdrew, shifting slightly and filling her again, this time lower, bumping bone. As he fell to the floor once again, she tried to better the angle, rotating her pelvis floor down before he thrust upward. His cock stroked the spongy flesh of her G-spot as he moved through her.
Joslin whined as he continued in and out, caressing her G-spot, grinding against her womb. It wasn’t fair to compare him and Jacob, but she did anyway. The smaller cock had been good, making her writhe and moan, but Ian had her stuffed, whimpering. It was pleasure and unique shape versus pain and heat.
“Jake, lube?”
Joslin only half heard the plea in Pani’s voice. She was too far gone, floating on a cloud of pure sensual passion as Ian’s cock stretched her so wide she was sure she would never recover. And truthfully, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She’d gotten into this because of the newness of the experience, the adventure, but the whole thing was getting to her more than she dared admit.
“Use… my… moist . . . my . . . my juice.”
CHAPTER 6
See, that was what she was talking about. She’d never had anal sex before, had never done more than a bit of curious research, and yet all she’d ever read about doing it had been about the importance of using a good lube. Yet, here she was, offering her boss her own wetness as a substitute- according to most sources, a bad idea for the first time- because she wasn’t sure she could wait for Jacob’s return.
Pani was only too eager to acquiesce to her command. As Ian lifted her off him, Pani’s fingers, like the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings, stroked inside her sheath, gathering her wetness. His touch was so delicate she almost came just from the tickle. God, Ian had her panting in need, the agony of her first time being stretched so much holding her back from completely letting go and just allowing her to come. She felt the tentative touch of her boss’s slick thumb circle and press against her asshole.
He covered his fingers with more of her juice, circling again and again as he pressed forward and entered her. At first, she felt nothing… then, a bit of pressure. Not unpleasant. She thought the websites had exaggerated the feelings, but she was wrong. Pani crouched low, adding his own saliva to her hole, his tongue stiff, lapping across her puckered bud messily. He forced his thumb to the knuckle inside her.
“Oh, shit!” she yelled, trying to pull away. His hand in her hair yanked her back.
“Jake, silence her!”
Having retrieved the tube of jelly anyway, Jacob passed it to Pani. His hobby-roughened palm cupped her chin, his thumbs brushing tendrils of her hair behind her ear.
“I’m going to kiss you, Joslin. Try to breathe normally.” With that warning, Jacob quieted her with a kiss as the doctor splashed cold liquid over her ass and stretched her hole with finger after finger. She was thankful for Jacob’s kindness, but his kiss did little to ease her angst.
At long last, three fingers deep in her back passage, Pani laughed and slapped her ass. She was quaking with pain, need, and hope. This was it, she was going to get all.
“Never knew my secretary had all this hidden beneath those dowdy outfits. Okay, guys, let’s give her what she wants.”
Ian grunted under her. Bending his knees so his rough, hairy legs rubbed against her, he pushed high into her. Pani wrapped an arm under her hips, his arm hair brushing her clit, and plunged his long, shockingly slender cock up her ass; it was no wider than his three fingers. Deep within her sheath, she felt the slide of the men’s cocks as they bumped and touched together across the thin membrane of her vagina’s sheath and anal passage.
Pani panted, taking her roughly, caring not an ounce for her well-being. His pounding was fast, deep, giving her no chance to adjust. They changed very little from her position as his submissive; he was revelling in the way she bowed before him, under him. And she loved the way he made her that way, the way he used her, crowded her, pushed her to her limits.
Ian growled under her, his mouth on her, tasting her. Licking up and down the valley of her breasts, he nipped painfully at her suspended nipples. He whispered praises, interspersed with cruel demands.
”Take my hard cock, bitch. Fuck me, slag. You’re nothing, doll, except my cum-whore. Move, damn-it.”
He kept her uncertain, off-balance, teetering between liking him and hating him. The strokes of his massive cock were slow and steady, building inexorably toward his completion. He was in no rush to finish this.
Achingly full, pulsing with pain, pleasure radiating from every nerve, sweat pouring from her pores, she rejoiced. Yet, one last cock remained; one of her holes left unfilled.
She fought for words. “Fuck… my… mouth,” she spoke against the press of Jacob’s kiss. He had done as Pani demanded, kept her silent, lost in her head, until now. She was so close to realizing this dream.
“You sure?” He tugged the blindfold from her eyes, looked deep into them, and studied her face. Joslin nodded. She would never have guessed he would be the gentle one. His earlier comments regarding her had him pegged as a douche. It just went to show her that first impressions weren’t everything.
“Okay.”
Standing, he presented his cock to her open mouth. She swallowed his length, once again reminded of his unique shape as she rolled her head on her neck feeling his cock’s head caress and bump the top of her mouth, the back of her throat, and either vein-lined muscle of her cheek lining.
Taking him deep, sliding his length down her throat easily, she hummed around him. Her nose pressed to the base of his cock, she breathed slowly, savoring the change in aroma. The scent of Ian, all aged sweat and bitter fuel-tinged vapors, disappeared as the sun-warmed scent of Jacob’s skin and masculine musk took over. And at the far reaches of her brain, lingered the spiced odor of her boss’s exotic cologne.
Wrapping a palm at the back of her skull, just under Pani’s mean grip, he held her still as he began to drive his cock through her warm, wet mouth. Somewhere between Ian’s steady pace and Pani’s hurried antics, was Jacob’s easy fucking.
She sighed at all the differences, even as she tried valiantly to categorize and store them all for later. She was losing control, her body responding to the men. Now, this was what she had hoped for: Three cocks, three different men, and just her- At the center of it all. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and just stopped thinking.
Joslin grew tense, wound too tightly… then, suddenly snapped. Despite the intense heat of four bodies crowded together, moving in mass, lost in sensation, blood flushing the surfaces of their skin, she felt a slice of cold start low and build. It cut deep, making her shriek. Riding the edge of her second climax- a miracle of willpower- she let the frozen wave crest above her and pull her under. Coming apart, shards of ice melting in a sudden burst of fire as her sheath, anal passage, and mouth were flooded with warm spunk, Joslin finally saw heaven.
It was all she had imagined and so much more...
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I stood there for a moment. I knew I was going to say yes, I just didn’t want to sound too eager. She stood up in my silence and walked slowly over to me. At first I thought she was going to kiss me, but then I saw what she was really doing. As she walked over to me she was gently undoing her bikini straps. She started with the easy one on her hips, with one little pull her bottom effortlessly fell to
the floor. My mouth hung open.
Her legs were perfect and toned, her fair skin was hardly tanned. Her thighs came together just below her pelvis in small patch of auburn hair. As she kept moving closer, she undid the strap around her neck and her top fell to the floor. Her breasts hung there in front of me for a moment, both of us in silence. I can see in her eyes she was reading my reaction, waiting for it. I was so aroused I could feel the heat between my legs aching subtly. Her nipples were soft and pink, and prickled with goose bumps in the cool night hair. Without hesitation I bent down and wrapped my tongue around them. She gasped in shock as I gently pinch her nipple between my teeth. My hands cupped both of her breasts, massaging them gently between my fingers. She moaned and arched her back in pleasure as I moved back and forth between her breasts.
“Jesus Rebecca.”She whimpered out between sighs and deep breaths. Without prompting her, she slid her hand between my legs. At first she just rubbed the outside of my bathing suit, but I was so wet I knew she could feel the seep of juices through the material. She quickly pinched the bottom of my suit, pulling it down just enough to slide to the side. The feel of her warm fingers against me made my knees buckled. She didn’t try to penetrate me, she just kept. . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 1
The Frisbee skidded in the wet beach sand beside us as it landed from mid-air.
“Hellooo ladieess, could you toss us that Frisbee. We’re awful sorry for getting it so close to you.” The boy’s words reeked of sarcasm and bullshit. He was desperately trying to look cool for his pack of knuckle heads. I’d had my fair share of them, both in college and my recent years. Granted I only slept with them when I was in college, it was the only time I feel for that crap.
“How about you boys keep your games to yourself, okay? Wouldn’t want to have to teach you a lesson now would I?” I teased. I used my best sultry fuck me voice, he gleamed a smile o his face, I followed with a swift middle finger which quickly ended his smile and their pathetic attempts of a pickup.
“Ugh, they’ve been bothering you all day,” scoffed my son’s girlfriend, Melissa. It was true, they had been catcalling me all afternoon, but I doubted that was what was bothering her.
“A little upset, dear? A little bummed they haven’t picked up on youuuu?” I teased, as I poked her in her side. Her skin was so soft and smooth, I took any chance I could to touch it. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t really care. She was adorable, mature enough to know what she wanted, and that perfect collegiate age where experimentation just goes with the territory.
“Not at all. I may go to school with them, but I’ll never be attracted to Neanderthals.” We both laughed, they were rather hairy and stupid. “Plus Rebecca, if I can be honest?”
“You always are dear, that’s what I love about you.”
“Well, they’re not wrong.” she said, her voice coming out half as loud as if she were implying more than she wanted to let on.
“Well thank you dear. That’s very kind of you. But boys will be boys, so I never take it to heart. A real man is subtle and clever with his compliments. He makes you think about it, before its true nature reveals itself.”
“Well that’s very poetic.”
“It’s true, your boyfriend’s-I mean, Mark's father use to whisper the most elegant things in my ear. But sadly it’s been years since we’ve shared that kind of intimacy.” I shifted my weight so I could see her better. If the conversation was going to get a little more personable, I wanted to be able to see her reaction clearly. Stretched out on the lounge chair in the middle of the afternoon, I was surprised the boys weren’t hollering at her instead of me. She continued her questioning.
“That’s sad to hear, if you don’t mind me asking what happened?” I could see she was prying, her curiosity only peaked when I mentioned the lack of intimacy. She was looking for something.
“People grow apart, taste change, lives change, and you end up wanting other things. Plus I think Mark’s father got a little tired of my body, not that his is any better.”
“How can you say that? You’re body’s amazing and you’re too.” Her reaction was a little to heartfelt, I could see she was embarrassed quite quickly.
“Well thanks Melissa. But to be honest, I’ve never felt very comfortable with my chest. Sure I’ve got some handfuls.” I said cupping them both, noticing her eyes dipping quickly to stare. “But I’ve never felt very sexy in that department. Sure I’ve got a great face, and my ass is still pretty stellar after all these years. But deep down, I’ve never felt as sexy, as say a girl like you.” I finished by pointing directly at her chest. She had fantastic breast, they hung perfectly as she lay back on her lounge chair. Her skin was fair and white, dusted slightly with freckles. It was hard not to stare at her, she was incredible. Her body was toned and fit from years of cross country running, and she dressed like a debutant. Her bathing suit alone must of cost twice as much as mine. But I could tell she was that age, where she still wasn’t completely comfortable with whom she was yet.
“You know Melissa,” I pressed on. “If I had a chest like yours, I would have ruled the world.” We both roared with laughter, a quick break from her curious tension.
“Well, Mrs. Taner... I like smaller breasts. Mine aren’t that much bigger. But yours are just right, perfect even.” Her voice seemed to be trailing off, as if she was fantasizing a little harder about than she should.
“Oh really?” I mused. “And its Rebecca, I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to remind you.
“Oh you’re right, I apologize. But to be frank Rebecca, yes I think your tits are perfect,” She said with a wink and a quick cover of her lips, as if tits was far too vulgar of a word.
“Oh no need to be PC Melissa.” We laughed and blushed together, she reached out and squeezed my hand to savour the moment. It was a harmless gesture, but I could tell there was more to it than just that. We spent the rest of the afternoon tanning and drinking. Mimosa’s kept flowing, and when we would run out we’d take turns walking back to the house to fill our pitcher.
Our girls-chat continued on into the evening, never straying very far from our intimacy issues. Melissa was experiencing the same with Mark. Which figured, he was his father’s son. She told me how at first he had been a real gentleman, but over the last year she had just become a side piece. He spent most of his days with his friends, and the few nights she did get to spend with him, it was either video games or sports. He hardly made an effort to do what she cared for anymore. I kept reminding her that his father was the same way.
CHAPTER 2
The sun had nearly set, when we decided to head back to the house. The sky was the deepest black on one horizon, and the palest blue and orange on the other. Only a few stars had begun to poke their heads out of the night sky. Melissa
and I were both a little inebriated; the stairs back up the cliff made for a hilarious attempt to get home. By the time we reached the back porch of the house we were buckled over from laughing so hard.
“You know Mrs. Taner.”
“Rebecca, pleeease Melissa. Mrs Taner makes me feel old.”
“Sorry, Rebeccaaa. You know this is the most fun I’ve had in a while.”
“Well that’s what drinking all day and the beach can do to you.” We clinked our glasses together in agreement and continued on into the house. Melissa quickly flopped down upon the couch, her hair was now a somewhat tangled mess from the day of swimming. I couldn’t help but notice it, the way it curled and its subtle blonde undertones. Her bikini top was slowly coming undone, I could see that her nipples were hard. It was quickly turning me on. I hadn’t really noticed how drunk I was, but after a day of revealing secrets, her revealing top was doing me in. I didn’t want to stare, but I couldn’t help myself. The way she was sitting, the way her top was just loose enough that I could see the edge of her nipple. It was quickly making it difficult to think of anything but her naked.
“Ahem, excuse me honey, but your tops coming a little undone.” I said gently gesturing towards her chest. I could see she was frazzled, obviously drunker than I was.
“Oh God, how embarrassing.” She quickly sat up to readjust herself. She lifted her arms behind her head, to retie her top.