by Sofia Connor
He was cumming faster. Padma was wild, she was almost hopping on his cock, and her anus had fully relaxed and was gulping Raj's cock entirely with every single stroke. Raj held back his cum as long as he could, but then suddenly he screamed "aaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!!!" Padma felt a thick stream of hot liquid squirt inside her; Raj was emptying loads of his thick cum inside her ass.
Raj was breathing heavily. Padma fell down on his chest. Drops of white cum started dripping out from her ass on Raj's cock she took some on her fingers, and tasted it "Mmmm, That's Tasty "She said. Padma untied Raj, Both Padma and Raj were tired after the long fucking session they lay on the bed for quite a bit. Padma got up went to the shower came out in her Bathrobe, In the meantime Raj had worn his clothes and was ready to go home.
Padma walked with him towards the door; both of them did not speak much. At the door, Padma turned to him and said "Don't forget Raj, you are still my bitch, and I will call u whenever I need you.", Padma laughed heartily. Raj just managed a weak smile. But he knew one thing being the bitch of a woman like Padma was what most men just fantasize about. He nodded yes; they had many more such sessions thereafter everyone hotter than the previous one. And all this time Aunt Padma did take good care of Raj!!
The End.
The Geeky Brother
Sue rushed into the house, shouted a quick "Hi" to anyone who was there and headed to the family room and it's big T.V. in the basement. Her Mom and Dad knew better than to be watching anything down there at this time on a Saturday and her geeky brother would be buried in a book somewhere.
She grabbed the remote and clicked the power button, punching in the channel number too soon and getting it wrong. Second attempt was better and she caught the opening titles....."Dancing with the Stars". Ever since the first series she had been hooked, watching the heavy footed first dances evolve over the weeks into the graceful, beautiful dances of the final weeks. She settle down to watch the remaining 6 dancers attempts to stay in the race.
She watched mesmerised, if only I could dance just a little like that she thought. There was a dance academy not far away that offered starters classes, she had even mentioned it to David, her boyfriend but he had just laughed at her, refusing point blank to even consider the idea of "dancing like a pansy" as he put it. The idea lingered in her mind, every week she wanted more and more to try and emulate the graceful turns and movement she watched on the screen. David refused to entertain the idea aand would not be happy if she went alone and danced with some other guy.
It struck her there was just one possibility...Derrick. Derrick was her younger (She was nearly 24 now) brother, 19 now going on 45. The word Geek could have been invented for him, slim, glasses, unruly hair and a true bookworm. Hardly any girls dream, but maybe that would be Ok with David, if she went with her brother and let him, David, spend the evening with his mates in the bar! Could she convince her brother to accompany her....
She mentioned it a couple of times, how fun it might be, He needed to get out a bit, develop some other interest apart from all his books.. She knew he thought about things but rarely showed much reaction; just let them brew in his mind. Then the crunch.
"Del, would you take me to the dance academy one day?" He looked up from is book.
"Why" he asked in a shining example of his brilliance
"Because I want to learn to dance properly" she said with a smile "and I need a partner"
"You want to dance with me?"
"well no, not really but David won't go near the place and I really want to"
Monosyllables were Dericks usual mode of conversation so she nearly missed the "O.K" then registered it and said
"Oh Del, thank you"
She called the dance academy, and yes they could start next week . The due day came and wearing dress she really liked accompanied Derrick to the academy. The first week was mainly taken up with introductions to the other class members and the instructors demonstrating the difference between some of the common dances and the timing in the music.
The second week came and there was some actual dancing! With their respective partners and under the eye of the instructors, sometimes one couple had to dance alone whilst the instructors pointed out errors to the other watching pupils. Derrick seemed to be taking it seriously, not too surprising to Sue, he took everything seriously!
By the third session they were dancing closer. Sue actually felt quite comfortable in Derricks arms, he was just the right height for her and she drifted into a semi dream world of glittering lights and an orchestra and not a DVD, before snapping back to reality. She realised she was wrapped in his arms, her breasts pressed to him. Her body was moving against him and she thought briefly she felt something, but discounted it, probably had a small paperback in his pocket or something.
The following week Derrick seemed to have made some effort. His hair was actually combed! The instructors said they were setting up a little competition for the newcomers and the prize was a free week. Derrick wanted to dance a close dance, he said that was their best chance and she agreed.
Initially under the gaze and guidance of the instructors they started to learn the routine.
"No...keep your bodies together....this is a dance of love I do not want to see daylight between you" the Female instructor had said and Derrick tried to comply. Although she felt comfortable with the routine Sue started to feel Derricks body in a way she had not before. Closing her eyes as they swayed to the rhythm she though she felt him getting at least a partial erection. The sensation against her was not unpleasant. At the end of the session she saw him turn away from her and realised he was adjusting himself. The feeling was almost flattering, she had done that??? Wow Derrick can get aroused she smiled to herself.
After the next lesson the instructors said the competition was set for next week. They were not to worry, it was just their class and was to build their confidence. Derrick seemed keen now and on the Tuesday had asked Sue to practice in the family room. They had moved some chairs and found the right music and she moved into his arms. This did not seem like her geeky brother, he was more attentive, smarter, hair neat and smelling good. Initially they practised but then Derrick seemed to go off into a trance, his hand slip from the small of her back to her buttock and he seemed to be pulling her into him and again she felt his growing arousal. She moved her groin away but he pulled her back against him, pushing his own groin against her.
The thought she was arousing him both excited and to a degree disgusted her. It was always flattering to arouse a man, but this was her brother....the geek who probably never even jacked off.
"Are mom and Dad around" she asked and he said no they had gone to play bridge and would be late.
"You feel so good Sue" Derrick said " You make me feel different" He was starting to have an effect on her, she felt her breasts starting to tingle a little and the atmosphere had become charged with an electric clarity. She was fully aware of what was happening but at the same time unable to stop herself. She softened in his arms allowing her body to press against him.
The music drifted on and they were just swaying together her body rubbing over his erection. His hand moved from her ass, up her side and under her arm and over the side of her breast. He moved his upper body away from her a little to cup her full breast. She felt the warmth of his hand on her and did not move it away, even as it moved further to her buttons. One hand on her back the other started to undo her blouse. The gentleness of his movements, the tenderness of his fingers were almost alien to her. David the boyfriend was an impatient lover. Expecting her to undress herself or dong so hurriedly and impatiently.
Derrick was being tender and careful, looking at her exploring sensations new to him as he opened her blouse taking in her pink bra with the patterned cups. He cupped her bra
"You are beautiful" he said easing both sides of her blouse off her shoulders, Sue dropped her arms letting the blouse drop away before snuggling back in his arms. She wanted this to stop.....no, no she
wanted it to continue, She tried to relax, feeling her body become a little moist unexpectedly. Derricks hand roamed her back then felt for the fastening of the bra. She lifted her head from his chest and using both hands started to undo his shirt. She felt his fingers on the clasp of her bra.....
She did as he had done earlier and pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he released her to let it drop free. Back in his arms he continued to struggle with the bar strap, inexperience showing! She reached behind herself to release it , letting him pull it forward and the straps down her arm, again she let it drop away. He looked at her full breasts, the nipples prominent before pulling her back against him. Flesh to flesh is arousing, even, or may be especially to a woman. Derrick seemed to have come to a stop or at least was unsure what to do now he had her breasts exposed. She felt good, a need deep in her stirring, she pushed her hand between them, down over his groin feeling him hard in his pants, he moaned audibly as her hand felt him and almost whimpered as she found the zipper and lowered it, working her hand into the opening and over his cotton boxers, She withdrew her hand and stepped back a little to undo the clasp of his pants, his hand reaching for her breast as she did so. Then using both hands she hooked her thumbs into his pants and pushed and tugged them down, leaving him in his boxers. Looking at him like that, boxers tenting over what was evidently a good sized cock was just a bit too much and a second movement shed the boxers, his cock exposed and pointing to the sky. Derrick gasped as her hand wrapped around the hard shaft. He pulled her against him and was making thrusting movements into her hand, primal urges taking over his body, things he had never before felt driving him on. He was thrusting urgently into her hand as she gripped him. He moaned, then gasped as she felt his penis jerk then felt the pumping as he cried out and shot hot spunk out onto her skirt again and again,. Gradually the thrusting subsided he released her looking at the sperm running down the skirt of her dress. Sue quickly undid the rest of the dress to stop any evidence reaching the floor! She stepped out of it now just in scanty briefs.
Derrick said he was sorry, but she said no it was her fault. He was stareing at her breasts and her briefs, almost sheer. She looked at him he seemed different, not the total geek anymore, he even seemed to have put an inch or two on his chest! There was a damp path on her panties, she pushed them down stepping out of them her clean shaven slit evident and attracting his eyes instantly.
She looked at his cock, seeing a slight twitch as he looked at her,
"Derrick......I need release too....." She moved to him, dropping to her knees and took hold of the partially flaccid cock, she licked a drop of liquid off the tip, looked up at him then took his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue round the head, feeling an instant response as it grew in the warm mouth, she cupped his balls, then touched his very anus as he grew rapidly hard again, once fully erect she stood and led him to the big fireside rug. They lay there together as she took his hand and guided it to her waiting slit, She guided his fingers to the right spots, her legs apart and open to him. He explored her and found the entrance, his fingers learning her body, her arousal was growing now, her hand left his to find his cock again. She gripped it. Pulling him closer she slipped a leg under his until he got the idea of moving over her, between her parted legs. She guided him to the entrance and felt him pushing into her opening her body with his hard cock.
Then, he was making love to her, his movements were slow at first, his weight on knees and elbows as his hips thrust his cock in and out of her body. This was unlike the Boyfriend, she thought of him, he fucked her intent on shooting his load he was becoming an ex boyfriend fast. She opened her eyes to derrick smiling down at her as his body moved in her.....she felt it building.....her legs rose around him locking over his back as she raked him with the nails. He seemed to sense the moment, his thrusting picked up, became faster and an urgency crept in, she moaned, she gasped and her legs tried to close over him her vagina, then her entire body was raked with contractiosn as Derrick gasped and shot his sperm again this time into her eager body.
The competition was in a few days.......they knew they would win with their Dance of Love......but how could they celebrate it.................
The End.
Charlene Submits
Charlene was a happy woman. Dating a man who adored her, secure in her job, and still looking good in her forties. What else could she want?
Deep down, she knew that there was something missing. There was a longing, a craving that she couldn't put her finger on. She wasn't sure what it was...or what it meant. But it woke her up at night. She'd find herself staring at the ceiling, resisting the thoughts that entered her mind and wondering what it all meant. Finally, she would break down and masturbate--giving those cravings a voice...a room to grow inside her head--in an attempt to make herself tired enough to finally get sleep, to push those thoughts down and out of her head.
She and Peter would cook together, watch old comedies, and joke around. The relationship was great. The friendship was great. The sex was great. She loved that he doted on her and didn't act like most men she'd been with. Her release was most important to him. He'd tease and finger her, lick her pussy, and suck on her clit until she'd cum and cum again. He loved to watch her face when she exploded.
Other men had taken much different pleasures from her body. Her past had been filled with rude men, ones who would push her to her knees and expect to have their cocks sucked. She rarely obliged them, but she never liked it. It wasn't her choice; it was something that they had demanded and taken through intimidation, their size, their commands, or simply through the threat that a single mother couldn't be choosy about who she dated. But she hated every second of it. They were oafs, men of little imagination, and less respect.
Peter had been different from the beginning. He'd never asked for it; in fact, he'd stated that it wasn't "his thing" and left it at that. So she'd been relieved to learn that there would be no more clumsy but strong hands on her shoulders pushing her down, no morning demands of "suck my cock, Babe" as she was awakened by a semi flaccid penis being pushed between her lips as a wake up call. Instead Peter would wake her up by gently spreading her legs and licking her to two or three sleepy orgasms that would finally awake her fully until she would sit up, breathing heavily, and holding his head between her legs as she came again.
Peter pleased her in so many ways...but left that little itch un-scratched. And she'd tried--oh how she'd tried--to tell him about this other side of her. The side that wanted to serve. The side that craved being submissive in every way. The side that desperately wanted for someone to overcome her reticence for the rough and crude acts she'd been "forced" to do by others...and make her WANT to do them. To kneel. To be commanded. To be spanked. To be forced to cum on command. To worship his cock. To be taken roughly in the time and place of his choosing.
But was it Peter that she saw in her fantasies when she thought about these things? This bothered her. She thought it was him, but she also knew that he couldn't do it. He revered Charlene and placed her on a pedestal. Reddening her bottom was beyond the pale for him.
"My brother is coming" he'd mentioned off handedly while they were lying in bed one morning. She'd just had a series of small orgasms provided by his skilled tongue, his fingers, and finally, in the missionary position, his cock. Spent but wanting more, she was barely paying attention when he'd said it. It took a couple of minutes to process and finally she said, "A brother? What?"
"My twin. Richard's an asshole. I'm sorry, but I couldn't put him off. He won't be here long." She was alarmed by the pronouncement of his twin being an asshole, but didn't think more of it since she was still enjoying some lovely after effects of her orgasms.
Two weeks later, a cocksure, arrogant, and slightly intimidating Richard came into their lives. He was planning on staying for a week. He was in the spare bedroom if he was there, but he usually was gone. Dressed in black suits with red ties--like it was his uniform--he would appear perfectly co
iffed and disappear for the night to return in the early morning hours. The few times he did hang around in the "common" areas of the house, he looked at her with a malevolence that frightened her. She was intimidated by his attitude. He seemed to know things. Things that he shouldn't know about her. She knew Peter would never tell him about their lives, about her. But Richard had an insight...a knowing to him. She felt like he was always looking through her and reading her most intimate thoughts. It scared her.
He spoke to her all the time. A slow, reassuring tone that did nothing to threaten her outwardly; the threat she felt was internal. He was polite, helpful, and even friendly, but in his words she felt a knowledge that he wanted her...that he would have her. An advance never came; he remained aloof. But her feelings pushed her to continually think of ways to keep the defenses up.
She hated him immediately.
He acted like he didn't care at all. This drove her dislike of him to new levels. He didn't deserve a woman like her. She almost wished he'd make a move so she could shoot him down.
Wait! Why was she thinking this way? How on earth had he gotten into her head so far that she was actually thinking about him touching her, despite the fact that her outward desire was to humiliate him by saying no? She had to admit that there was a feeling in her that made her keep thinking about the possibilities of time spent alone with him. It made her angry to think about it; she didn't want him in her head that way. She blushed visibly when she realized that not only was her mind telling her that she would have to fight harder to resist him, but that her body was also betraying her. She was feeling the effects of the attraction she secretly held for him. Her nipples strained against her blouse, her skin got goose pimples, and she felt herself moisten.
Late that night, Peter brought wine home. They'd finished two bottles and started on a third when the festivities had moved to the bedroom. Peter had slowly stripped her of her clothes. She'd found herself standing in nothing but her sexiest heels in front of the closet's full length mirror. Peter had caressed her breasts, kissed his way down her belly, and knelt in front of her while licking her. She'd never experienced this before. She felt like a goddess being worshiped by a subject on his knees. Her legs spread, she squatted on shaking knees just enough to put her sex closer to his awkwardly positioned head as he'd lapped at her pussy. The orgasm built in her until she dripped with her pleasure. Like a good lover, Peter lapped at her, catching every drop of her sweet nectar. He'd wrapped his arms around her upper legs and buttocks to steady her while he'd buried his face in her clenching pussy.