Erotic Collection 23
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Here was something different! Victoria and I had experimented quite widely with FV now but we had no idea how it would work in a hot drink. I showed Cassie to the lounge and put the kettle on.
A low moan filtered through the ceiling and I coughed to try to cover it but Cassie didn’t seem to notice. I leant on the lounge doorway as I waited for the kettle and made small talk. She clearly liked to talk about herself as in two minutes I had learnt she was a university student, reading philosophy. She liked watching field sports but wasn’t really in to playing and she didn’t have a boyfriend…!
The kettle bleeped and I ran to make the tea! I cheated with the brewing, adding milk and one sugar as requested. I was back in less than a minute. “Bottoms up,” I joked as I handed over the cup and watched anxiously for results.
I needn’t have worried. The hot drink actually sped up the process. Less than five minutes and half a cup later, Cassie was slouched back in the chair, complaining she felt funny! I sat on the arm next to her and placed my hand on her forehead like a good nurse. “Where does it feel funny?” I casually asked the question as my fingers slid down her face to gently stroke her cheek.
“Butterflies in my tummy… I feel tingly all over…” She was slurring now which was a good sign.
My hands moved to Cassie’s firm little bosoms and I gently squeezed. She was so ripe, it made my cock hurt to see, smell and feel her. “You need to cool down a little,” I whispered to her, working the little buttons on her blouse. “Let me take care of you.” She just let out a low, guttural moan that frankly didn’t sound human. I pulled her blouse open and was delighted to find she didn’t wear a bra. Her tits were no more than a handful but her nipples were mature and womanly – large rubbery nubs in a big pool of pink. I took an exploratory lick of one and she shuddered, before I put my lips around it and gave it a good suck.
Cassie’s knickers were off and I was eating the distraught young woman out when my wife came back downstairs. She stood in the doorway and watched the college girl cum with a delightful, high-pitched squeal before speaking. “She’s like a little china doll,” Victoria said appreciatively. “Would you fulfil one of my fantasies?”
I looked up, with sweet juices already drying on my face. “For you my sweet, anything!”
“Will you cum all over her face for me darling? With her glasses on,” she quickly added.
I wasn’t sure what to expect but it wasn’t that. “Of course,” I smiled. Pulling Cassie up to her knees, I released my cock and looked down at her. Her spectacles were still in place but she looked completely spaced out. She was still dressed, with her blouse open wide and her skirt back in place. My cock was rock hard at the sight of her and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum.
As I fed Cassie my manhood, I wondered if she could taste her Aunt’s dirt on me. The thought just made me harder as did the horny sounds now coming from my wife, who was still completely naked and had slumped into an armchair and gone straight to work on herself.
Cassie was an inexperienced cock sucker and there was more hand action than sucking but I let her slobber all over me for a few minutes before taking a tight hold of her ponytail and wrenching her head back. I then took myself in hand and wanked hard and fast with the tip of my cock just inches from Cassie’s mouth. My wife’s moans started to reach a crescendo at my side and I was just about ready to blow.
“Open your mouth wide, little slut,” I growled and Cassie obeyed immediately. I gripped hard and pumped fast. My balls tightened, my sap began to rise and then…
The first blast went straight into Cassie’s mouth and she spluttered. The second was even more powerful and went exactly where Victoria had requested; Right across her specs. Then another joined it and several more. I was vaguely aware of my wife’s shrieking orgasm as I released my grasp of our young guest’s hair and let her slide to the ground.
“Oh my fucking God!” Victoria gasped with unadulterated pleasure. She lifted Cassie back to her knees and began to lick the spunk from her glasses, lifting them off her face and sucking them clean. She moved on to her face and kept going until every trace of my issue was gone. She didn’t stop there though. Every inch of Cassie’s ripe young body felt my wife’s warm tongue before she mounted the girl in a sixty-nine and gave her a fucking she would never forget, FV or no FV!
Eventually, when we could use them no more, we sent Marion and her luscious niece home. Our neighbour had finally stopped lactating by then but we had over a pint of her milk in the fridge. We had created something beautiful in Marion and Lisa and reckoned we only needed half a dozen more visits from Cassie to turn her into a milker as well. It gave me a permanent hard on to imagine how horny the teenager would look with her breasts swollen with milk.
“What are we going to do with them?” I kissed my wife tenderly on the forehead as she snuggled into me on the couch.
“I might just have a solution,” she answered sweetly. I found someone on the forums who owns a hucow dairy farm.”
“A what??”
“You’ll find out on Saturday,” she grinned. “He’s very interested in the girls and has invited us across to see his herd!”
BREAKFAST WITH STEPMOTHER
I woke up with a boner as usual, but this one wouldn’t go away. All I could think about was my bastard of a dad with my hot new stepmother and her desperate little sex noises that seemed to last all night.
I resisted the temptation to knock one out and instead I followed my nose downstairs, into the kitchen. Horny Chloe was cooking bacon and eggs in a silky red robe that left little to the imagination. Her waist was small enough for me to get my hands around and her cleavage gaped open to advertise a very tidy rack. Chloe had about ten years on my twenty and she belonged to my father. My cock didn’t know that though and was tenting my pyjama bottoms.
“Where’s Dad?” I made the question sound as innocent as possible.
She didn’t turn around but I imagined she was smiling. “He left early on business… You know what he’s like!”
I did know what he was like. My mother had left us when I was ten and I knew him far better than anyone else alive. He was hugely successful; witty; handsome; a completely selfish bastard… and I loved him for it. He taught me from an early age that it was a dog eat dog world and I knew he would think nothing of seducing my girlfriends. He’d had a good go a couple of times.
“Any idea where business is taking him today?” I ventured another naïve sounding query.
“The Midlands, I think,” she tinkled in her angelic West London accent.
I quickly did the maths and reckoned I had plenty of time. It took me even less time to make my mind up. I was going to fuck my stepmother!
Chloe turned around at that moment, with a full plate in her hand. My eyes went instinctively to her tits, with their natural uplift and obvious nipples. Hers dropped to my erection and I saw her pretty eyes widen ever so slightly at her realisation that I was a bit more than a chip off the old block!
Dad had found her somewhere about two years ago and she quickly became the only serious prospect since Mum.
Not that he didn’t still fuck everything legal in a skirt of course. A leopard can’t change its spots! The difference was, I met her more than once… Then she almost became a regular feature. And then they suddenly got married. I thought he must have knocked her up but no, her tummy remained stubbornly flat. My fifty-five-year-old millionaire dad had his thirty-year-old trophy wife and showed her off whenever he could.
And she was quite a show. Pouty, pocket sized and perfectly put together is how he described her to others and despite her first class Cambridge fine arts degree, Chloe seemed oddly happy to play the bimbo part.
I kept meaning to check the old man’s insurance policies because she was definitely acting like a gold digger.
“Mmmm! Mouth-watering,” I sighed as she held the plate out, but I was still staring at her hard little nips and not the bacon.
“Enjoy!” She put the plate on the table and turned with a flourish.
“I intend to,” I muttered under my breath. “Every moment!”
I thought of lots of things as I filled my empty belly. I thought of my uni mates and our stunning rugby victory last week. I thought about my current girl, Vicky. Brainy, pretty, specky Vicky! I thought about what I was going to do that weekend, what was on telly, whether there were any concert tickets going for Kasabian, who Chelsea were playing on Saturday… Most of all though, I thought about those slim hips gently rotating in front of me in time to the music now coming from the radio, that long blonde hair halfway down her slender back, those slim legs that were clearly visible below a very short robe and most of all I thought about the hot, tight cunt that I could almost taste, it was so close.
I took a breath and got up from my chair with my plate in hand. Chloe was now washing up, so it seemed a reasonable ploy. I stretched around her and put it into the sink and of course I had to press hard against her soft buttocks to reach.
Her hips wriggled ever so slightly as I pushed into her and that was all for a few moments. But it was enough. It lit a fuse deep inside me that couldn’t be stamped out.
Then she started to protest… Just a little. “Johnny,” she purred. “Don’t be silly. We can’t be doing this! I’m your mum, you daft thing!”
I ignored her and ground some more. Christ she felt good! I gripped her slim, wriggly little hips and my meat lodged into the warm and inviting crevice between her thighs. The combination of the wriggling, the heat and her incredible scent did something bad to me. My long cock unrolled like one of those paper kalamazoos that kids like to play with. The cotton of my trousers was being pressed right up into her naked crease and suddenly, as though waking from a trance, she realised. “Johnny, no!” She pulled against me and just got nowhere because the sink was in the way. Then she tried pushing back and just pushed my cock further into her twitching cunt. So she wriggled like mad and just complained. “Get off me now you little pervert. I’ll tell your dad!”
“No you won’t,” I growled in her ear. My left arm snaked around her waist to hold her firmly in place and jam her firm arse up against me and my right slipped confidently into the front of her robe, which was now gaping open.
Chloe’s tits were perfect. Heavy and firm with hard, pointy nipples, they felt just great against my hand as I nuzzled her soft, fragrant neck. I had to see them. I span my stepmom around and held her firmly in place with my hand around her neck and feasted my eyes on her naked chest. “Fuck Chloe! You are fucking amazing!”
She stopped struggling for a moment and started to say something but I have no idea what it was, as my mouth closed over hers and my hand fumbled for her pussy.
“Mmmmph!” Her struggle was now focused on my mouth. She spluttered and tried to turn her head away but had no chance. Then my right index finger found her hidden little clitty and started to wipe her copious juices in little circles that made her stop dead. Her mouth suddenly relaxed and I pushed my tongue in; devouring the horny minx.
Chloe’s quim was dripping honey all over my hand and her mouth was making deep little moaning noises into mine. Her hips started to undulate and I realised she was about to come. I wasn’t having that. Not yet! I pulled my hand away and disengaged from her hungry mouth.
Her eyes opened wide and she looked in shock. That lasted just a moment and then she seemed to come to her senses… And ran!
She didn’t get very far though! I caught her by her long pony tail and her head jerked back sharply as she let out a girly shriek. My hand on the nape of her neck forced her to her knees and it took less than a second for me to flick my hard meat out and shove it in her wide open mouth.
“Flub! Glug! Glug!” She sucked like a pro as I pushed my long dick all the way into her soft, warm throat. Oddly, as soon as I rammed my cock into her mouth, she stopped fighting and focused on pleasuring me. The noises coming from her mouth were the highly erotic sounds of her being orally fucked. She was no longer complaining. I held her pretty head tightly and fucked her face like a pussy.
“Mmmmm!” I couldn’t help but moan myself. My step mommy had a hot mouth. It was as soft as the youngest pussy and she knew just how hard to suck. Her lips were over her teeth and the whole package was better than I ever imagined a blowjob could be. I humped her so hard the drool ran from the corner of her pretty mouth and her nose began to run, disgusting to some people but not to me! Having my luscious stepmom completely in my power like that was just so horny. So horny that I could last at all. I felt my balls tighten and my shaft twitched. Seconds later, I fired a thick bolt of sticky cum straight into Chloe’s belly. Her eyes bulged and she somehow managed to push away, gasping and spluttering. My next ejaculation hit her straight in the eyes, the third in her hair and the remainder painted her tits.
She looked a complete mess and completely broken down. My cock started to get hard again almost straight away. I cleared the kitchen table with one arm and grabbed her by the front of her robe, lifting her bodily and dumping her on her back in the middle of the cool wood. It was a solid piece of furniture; oak I think. Just ideal for fucking my dad’s wife on!
Chloe already looked fucked. Her robe was completely open and her knees sagged open, affording me the best possible view of her ripe, mature body. I let my eyes slowly rove over her; enjoying every inch of vibrant woman-flesh. Her tits were a good size but not too big to stand up by themselves, instead of flopping into her armpits like I’d seen with other milfs I’d been with. She had pointy, off-pink nips and they were pointing straight at the ceiling in a slightly unreal way. They were just asking to be pulled. I resisted the temptation for a moment though and let my gaze drop along her flat tummy to her neatly coiffured little minge. She had trimmed it right back to ensure her pink lips were completely visible. And what a pretty little pussy it was too!
My eyes were sated; it was time to taste her. I placed my hands on Chloe’s inner thighs and eased them even further open. Her pink clam opened just an inch and glistened with arousal. I bent my head forward and took a long lap that went from her arse crack to her button, sweeping up a mouthful of juices. She was as sweet as candy!
“Oh God, Johnny! What the hell are you doing to me!” I smiled at Chloe’s horny moaning. Her protest was now about how good I was making her feel. She seemed to have forgotten we shouldn’t be doing it! My gorgeous stepmom wriggled like a fish in my hands. She was alive with desire.
I ate Chloe like she was my last meal. I knew all women loved cunnilingus and with the right woman I liked to give it. She was clean and fresh and tasted better than any I had had before. I spread her wide open with my thumbs and pushed my whole mouth into her warm, moist opening. She went mad, burbling incomprehensible rubbish like a baby. The mumbling then turned to a little yelp as I pushed a wet finger into her very tight arse but she made no move to try to push me away and her moaning reached fever pitch.
Chloe came like a train! “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God yeeeeeeees!” Her hips lifted a good six inches off the table top and just hovered there for about 5 seconds as her pussy pumped her juices straight into my mouth. I pumped my finger hard into her little rose bud as I savoured the taste of her.
She relaxed and dropped back to the wooden surface and I unzipped. I placed my rigid cock against her soft centre and looked into her eyes as I pushed. Chloe looked dazed and disorientated in her post-orgasmic cloud until the thickness of my cock began to stretch her open. In an instant, her eyes widened and became focused. Her palms flattened against my chest and she pushed against me in a token resistance but her legs stayed wide open. “Johnny, no!” Her voice was full of urgency and fear.
I took my time to push inside my stepmom. I wanted to savour every moment. Her quim gripped me like a velvet vice as I moved up her love tube; the lump and bumps on my shaft touching every millimetre of her quivering flesh. She was very vocal but all of a sudden there was no no and a whole lot of yes! I gripped her hips so tightly that my fingers left white marks in her flesh and I began to pound her like I owned her.
My steady rhythm was disturbed by a vaguely familiar sound. It took a moment to register that it was the home phone. It rang about a dozen times and stopped, only to be replaced by a Beasty Boys riff on Chloe’s mobile. That stopped too as we ignored it and then my back pocket started buzzing somewhere round the bottom of my arse cheeks. It could only be one person. I looked down at stepmom and laughed quietly at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open. She was both panting like a dog and drooling like a baby. Her orgasm was just around the corner. I slowed my pace and caught my own breath, then grabbed my phone and thumbed the screen. “Hey Dad, what’s happening?”
I could hear thumping music in the background and reckoned he wasn’t in the Midlands at all! More likely on the other side of the world, in a nightclub and no doubt with a couple of gorgeous chicks my age waiting at a table for him. “I’m trying to find your step mother,” he yelled. “Know where she is?”
“Sure, Dad. I’m still round at yours. I think she’s taking a shit!” I looked down at her horrified face and tweaked a nipple with my spare hand.
“Put her on will you!” I handed the phone and eased off a little more so Chloe was just out of breath.
“Hi Honey!” She took a lungful of air before speaking and managed to sound completely normal.
“Whatcha doing?” I could just about hear Dad’s tinny voice from the phone earpiece.
“Just chilling. Getting to know your son a bit better.” She looked up at me, still thrusting slowly and gradually speeding up.
“Make sure you look after him. I don’t want him avoiding coming home!”
“Okay darling… Aahhhh!” Chloe suddenly let out an involuntary cry as I reached down and flicked her hyper-sensitive bean. “Oh God!”
“What the fuck was that?” Dad’s voice was full of suspicion. “Are you having phone sex with me?”
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