Wet Lips

by Candy Hart

  I used two of my fingers to part my pussy – opening myself up to her – widening my hips and lowering myself slowly onto her. Feeling the flesh of her knuckles pressing against my clit – rushing to find the vacant void of my open cunt. Holding it in place, with her lips still latched to my nipple – I lowered myself gently – feeling her fist speed into my pussy.

  “JESUS FUCK!” I shouted – impaling myself onto her, feeling every inch as it broke into me – stretching me wide open and filling me completely. I held myself on her, grinding my pussy against her hand as her fist pummeled and stretched inside of me. “FUCKING HELL I COULD CUM FROM JUST THIS!”

  I rose, then dropped quickly – bounding on her fist – bouncing on her lap and grinding her wet pussy as her hands wrapped around my waist. Her mouth still hard on my tit – sucking from my raw, erect nipples as I fucked her fasted – her hips rising in time to meet mine – her thighs slapping against my ass as I rode her like a cowgirl. Orgasms sped throughout my body as I bounded on her – my tits rhythmically circling – her mouth still on my nipple – her head buried in my chest.

  “Fuck Holly!” she gasped, finally lifting hers mouth away from my tits – a look of exhaustion and pleasure on hers face. “I think I’m gonna cum – it’s a big one!”

  I continued to bound on her – feeling her fist tighten as she closed her eyes and threw her head backwards. She let out a great roar as I felt the juices from her sweet pussy streaming onto my legs – Mrs. Parsons squirting – volley after volley of her sweet nectar shooting from her pussy and making a mess of this chair.

  I rode her quicker, feeling hers thick fist as it pulsated further – harder – twitching as her face contorted. A massive orgasm exploded throughout my body as she let out a great call, the final throws of her orgasm catching up to her. My lips gripping onto her hand as I came with her – my moans almost drowning out hers calls as her fist finally relaxed, my cum dripping onto her pussy as I collapsed onto her.

  I’ve never been back to the Parson’s house… but I’ll be back there tomorrow. Mrs. Parsons texted me, telling me that she had told her husband all about what we’d done.

  Apparently, he wants to watch next time.

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  Dirty Pleasures

  I've been in trouble before, but I've never been in as much trouble as I'm in now. This is the story of me, my step mom Claire, and the night that I finally got her into my room, and let her into my pussy.

  I never really knew my real mom. I knew her name, and I knew where she lived, but I had never really tried to have a relationship with her.

  I was born to parents that fought often, and fought drunk. My real mom would spend most nights in a bar and then drive home with a bottle in her hand and a temper in her soul. She went to prison when I was 5 when she was arrested for drunk driving, and I haven’t seen her since.

  My dad went from girlfriend to girlfriend. At one time he was dating a man. He didn’t really want to settle down until he met Claire, and only then he settled for her because he knew that he was running out of years.

  Claire is 10 years younger than my dad. He’ll tell anyone that! He loves to show her off. She doesn’t work much, she just hangs out with her friends most of the time. She’s 37, tall, toned, and a bitch. My dad supports her, turns a blind eye to her flirting with other men, and doesn’t love her.

  But I do. I love her.

  I was 14 when I was first introduced to Claire. Back then I was a shy and goofy looking young girl who had braces and acne. I immediately wanted her - even in my youth I knew that I wanted her to be my first. When I first found the urge to touch myself I imagined her on top of me, taking me, wanting me.

  Of course, she didn’t want me. She was 33 and confident. She was popular and attractive. She could, and often would, have any man in the bar.

  A year later, when I was 15, she became my official stepmother. My dad and Claire got married and she moved in with us. Just the three of us, like some kind of bad sitcom. As I grew out of my awkward phase and blossomed into a young woman I did notice that she looked at me more, especially when I would get out of the shower and walk with a towel around me to my room; but she was always well behaved. I dated a couple of boys but never had sex, a quick fumble under the sheets here or there, letting some teenage boy touch my boobs - that was about the extent of my sexual experience.

  Two weeks ago we had my 18th birthday party. My dad and Claire gave me a necklace with ‘Sara’ engraved on it. We didn’t have many people at our house for the celebration, a couple of friends from school and some family. At one stage, when I went outside to put some of the cans in the recycling, I heard giggling coming from the side of the house. Tiptoeing around to see what was going on I saw my dad first, kneeling in front of my stepmother. While her shirt was still on, her pants were around her ankles. My dad sat with her hand in Claire’s pussy, stroking her. Standing there, poking my head around the corner, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d never really seen such a scene in real life apart from on the internet, and yet here I was, watching my parents. Even from my distance she seemed beautiful, a throbbing pussy that seemed to glisten in the evening light. Even for a girl as inexperienced as I was, I knew what should be done with something like that.

  With her hands on the back of his head she had guided his mouth onto her pussy. Stroking her, he was eating her, sucking her clit before licking back and forth. She had pushed herself further into him, forcing him to lick every drop of her wetness.

  While I watched I could feel my pussy drenching my panties. I knew that I should leave, that it was quite wrong to be watching my own father giving my stepmother head. I felt so dirty to be watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the show. I slowly slid my fingers down my body and tucked them into my dress, routing past layers of fabric until I could feel my wetness through my panties. While my stepmother changed positions and now sucked on the bulbous head of her husband I fingered myself, my pussy begging me to join in.

  As my father stood with his hands on the back of Claire’s he started to groan softly. Reaching down to his wife he lifted her t-shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. Roughly he lifted her tits out of their support, kneading her flesh with his strong hands. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood over her, stroking himself while holding her head back. She sat, still kneeling, with her tongue stretched out. Ready for him.

  As I quickened my massage she rubbed his cock faster, her hand running the length of his shaft. Her breathing as fast as mine she let out a great moan, a deep growl that sent me through the barrier towards my own orgasm. As I came I looked at her face to see that her eyes were fixed on mine - staring at me she shuddered as she received my father’s load on her face.

  Quickly, and with a face as red as a fire hydrant, I scurried back into the party. Ashamed to have been caught but also still trembling with excitement at what I’d seen, I wondered what would happen next. Would Claire tell my dad? Would she talk to me? What would life be like now?

  Thankfully the party ended pretty soon afterward. My dad had sneaked back into the house and into the bathroom - presumably to wash himself - and Claire had played the part of ‘perfect host’ and made sure that everyone had their drinks topped up. Neither of them really spoke with me, but not in an ‘I’m avoiding you’ kind of way.

  The next few days went as they normally would. I certainly did notice that Claire was looking at me even more than she did before; she seemed to have to go
upstairs at the same time that I did quite often. It was hot, so I’ve been wearing some pretty short skirts and I was almost certain that she’d been looking up them while I walk up the stairs in front of her. She hadn’t touched me though, and she hadn’t said anything inappropriate. As much as I had wanted her to.

  Last week I had trouble sleeping. It was very warm in the house, the AC just not working as well as it should. I lay naked on top of my sheets, still sweating in the heat of a summer’s evening. Tossing and turning for a while I had decided to go to the bathroom, and to get some water.

  Going downstairs to the kitchen I heard noises coming from my dad’s bedroom. Not so innocent anymore, I knew exactly what was going on in there. His door was ajar, only a crack, and the glow from the bedside light shone into the hallway.

  For a second I recalled the fright that I had felt when I’d seen that Claire had been looking at me. The look in her eyes as they met mine, at the second that she had cum on her face. I certainly didn’t want to be caught peeping again, but I certainly did want to watch.

  As softly as I could manage, I crept along the landing. I could hear my dad moaning, I could hear the bed-spring squeaking. As I reached the door I peered through the crack and could see Claire on her knees, on the bed, with my dad behind her.

  My stepmom was on all fours with her hands gripping the headboard. My dad was behind her and had one hand on her shoulder; the other was holding her hair. Wrapped in between his fingers he held her like he was holding the mane of a horse. Riding her violently, he pushed his giant cock into her willing pussy.

  I felt so conflicted. I couldn’t take my eyes off my stepmother’s tits, seeing them bouncing so proudly, so elegantly. I felt so jealous of my dad, knowing that he was getting to feel her skin, knowing that the wetness that she felt was due to the feel of his dick, not just the thought of it. I also felt so turned on, knowing that I was again watching her in action.

  He put both of his hands on her waist as he hammered into her, her flesh convulsing as he assaulted her. Her hands still fixed to the headboard I now saw that he was blindfolded. ‘At least he won’t be able to see me,’ I thought to myself.

  Already basically naked myself, aside from a thin pair of cotton panties, I stood and watched as dad lifted her leg higher to give himself a different angle. Holding his cock he rolled it around the outside of her pussy, playing with her clit. Flicking her button with the head of his dick sent her wild, her soft moans soon becoming wails of pleasure. As I rolled my stiffening nipples with my fingers he crowded his fingers into her snatch, moistening them generously with her juice. With his palm pointed downwards he rubbed her vigorously while his thumb inched towards her butthole. Bringing his dick back to her pussy he forced his thumb into her back passage, making her shriek as he shocked her.

  I couldn’t take much more. My pussy now yearned for some sort of physical attention, my hand the only willing participant. I shoved my fingers towards my folds, surprising myself at how wet I already was. I found my clit and rubbed myself generously while pinching my nipple with my free hand; watching as my dad frantically fucked my stepmom. His cock now positively glowing - covered in the dew of her excitement - he widened her ass with the addition of another finger. Withdrawing from her cunt he pressed his dagger against her asshole, pausing to tease her.

  “Fuck me!”, Claire screamed, begging for my dad to impale her. ‘Fuck her,’ I whispered from my position. My fingers now buried deep inside of me, I longed to feel her - to feel what he felt. His cock ramming into her ass, his fingers now frantically fucking her pussy. My stepmom bucking against the bed in total ecstasy had lost all control, panting she called his name and begged him for more.

  Leaning back against the wall my fingers dementedly attached my clit while my juice ran down my leg, soaking the carpet beneath. In time with her I came, shaking in pleasure as waves of orgasm attacked every fiber of my body. Looking up through the crack once more I saw my dad finish, taking his cock out of Claire’s ravaged slit he arched his back and shot his load onto her ass.

  For the next few days I was unable to forget the things that I had seen. The sound of my stepmom’s screams occupied my mind, the sight of her body never a second away from my dreams. I escaped their attentions often, finding corners of the house where I could close my eyes and take myself away to a place where my dad didn’t exist, where Claire only had eyes for me. I longed to be with her, to be in my dad’s place.

  Last night I went upstairs later than usual. I took a shower, again thinking of Claire and hoping that she might walk in on me. With a towel wrapped around me I went towards my bedroom, passing my dad’s room on the way.

  From inside her room I again heard voices. Not the same though, not passionate. I heard Claire very clearly asking my dad to have sex, and him tell her that he was tired. I stood listening as she pleaded with him, almost begging him to let her have her way with him.

  Apparently he stood firm. As I heard her footsteps approaching the door I scurried towards my room. Storming out of his room she went into the newly vacated bathroom.

  Standing with my back against my door, still with a towel over my otherwise naked body, I knew that my time had come. Knowing that Claire was clearly horny, and clearly not going to find an outlet with my dad, I knew what I had to do. My heart pounding, I opened the door as she walked out of the bathroom.

  We faced each other in the hallway. Her eyes all over my body she stood with her mouth slightly open.

  “Hey Sara,” she whispered. Looking at her in the eyes I gulped, unsure how my future actions would be interpreted. Closing my eyes I counted to three, before dropping the towel.

  Claire stood for a second, taking in the view of my naked form. For a moment I felt terrified, thinking that I had done entirely the wrong thing, that she might not be attracted to me. Just as I was about to reach down to collect my towel and run crying into my room, she took three purposeful steps towards me. Grabbing my shoulders, she looked at me squarely in the eyes, before spinning me, and marching me into my room.

  Without saying a word our mouths met, a mass of tongues and lips. Her tongue danced with mine, my still wet hair pushed from my face by her desperate hands. I stood quivering as she touched me, her hands running up and down my body - finding targets, pushing buttons. Her fingers pressed against my breasts, my nipples so incredibly hard and responsive to her touch.

  Stooping she took one into her mouth, rolling my flesh with her tongue. My pussy sodden begged to be toyed with, a rivulet of dew running down the inside of my thigh. Keeping my voice low, I bit my lip as she ravished my chest, already wanting to moan I was only just aware of the distance between us and my father.

  She took her nightgown quickly, allowing her mighty tits to come out and putting her bare pussy in display. Bending to give it a closer inspection I came face to face with these tormentors, this powerful body that had been the subject of my dreams for weeks. They were even bigger than I had remembered and her nipples puckered as I pressed my lips and brushed my fingers against them. I licked them – all around and between them - before sucking each button in turn. My hand reached for her pussy and it was throbbing! I dipped a finger inside her and then to my mouth, sucking it. It tasted so good! The first taste of her to pass my lips was now I playing with my tongue, licking from her tits, to her stomach, down to her cunt. Her tits in my view bounced as she fucked my face, begging to be squeezed. Taking them in my hand I rolled her nipples, stroking and pulling on them.

  Standing, Claire turned me around and pushed my back, making me fall forward onto my bed with my ass in the air. At that moment still a virgin I ached for her, my desire to feel her inside me immense. Turning to look at her I saw her look over her shoulder, making sure that the coast was clear.

  “Fuck me”, I whispered. “Fuck me Claire”.

  My stepmother needed no second invitation. Holding apart my ass cheeks she plowed two of her fingers into my gaping hole, burying them in me. This first assault
on my virginity knocked the wind out of me, make me gasp and pant for air. Her fingers stretched my tight pussy so completely, so beautifully. Withdrawing she went out for a moment and returned with her dildo. Then she licked it and thrust it into me. She fucked me, harder - deeper. Her free hand slapping my ass in rhythm she quickened her pace, rushing into me, stuffing every inch of my canal.

  Harder and faster she fucked me, her hand slapping my ass. I still knew that it was morally wrong, but it felt so fucking good. My tits swayed as she intensified, her fake cock cramming into me with such great power. As I rocked against the power of her movements I felt my orgasm overpowering me, a complete wave of pleasure consuming me whole.

  As I attempted to recover, I thrust my fingers into her cunt, my knuckles stroking her special spot and I felt her shudder as her orgasm approached. Spinning and dropping to my knees I took her dildo in my mouth and licked it, tasting my own scent on her toy. Without wasting time, I thrust her toy into her, licking and sucking her clit, eager to taste her juices. With her hands on the back of my head she held me in position before moaning softly, her legs shaking as her orgasm arrived. My lips firmly suctioned to her clit, then tasted her hot cum as it coated my face.

  Again without a single word, Claire pulled her nightgown back on and left my room. Sitting on the bed I became overcome with a cocktail of emotions. Guilt? A little. Pleasure? A lot. A longing to feel her inside me again? You betcha.

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