There was a considerable amount of precum on the head of his cock, and she rubbed the tip around to spread it. She tugged him into her, the thick glans making an audible “pop” when her ass closed around it. Her low moan started again, rising in pitch as she balanced the pain and the pleasure. Unable to restrain himself, Preston groaned and emptied his load inside the dry heat of her ass. Belinda screamed “No!” and refused to allow him to pull out of her. He was young, and he was still hard.
Belinda pushed back, using his cum as a lubricant and forcing his hard cock deep inside her ass. The only way to describe what happened next would be to say that Belinda went ballistic. It was all Preston could do to hold onto the frantically orgasming woman. “Don’t stop you bastard!” she screamed. It was the dirtiest, most guttural thing she cold think of to say. Belinda’s mind had left her and she was possessed by a woman who wanted to be a dirty, slutty whore and she didn’t have the vocabulary to express herself. “Oh fuck!” Preston gasped, and Belinda picked up on his word as soon as he said it. “Fuck, yes, that’s it Preston, fuck me!” Her hips writhed and rotated as she wrung another load from his cock. His orgasm was punctuated by her own, as Belinda screamed an animal howl expressing her sudden and unutterable lust. Preston was so shaken that he sank to the floor. He was petrified that someone had to have heard them, but no one came to the copy room door. Belinda’s timidity came back as soon as she regained her breath. Crying, she did her best to gather her clothes together, but it was hopeless, she had torn them in her excess of lust. She sat on the floor cross legged and her tears became a flood. Preston, in a display of wisdom beyond his years, took her into his arms and let her cry herself out. It was more than half an hour before she settled enough for him to talk to. For the very first time the two of them spoke as friends. He was calming and quieted her as best he could. When she was calm, Preston went to the break room and came back with a trench coat someone had left there. He draped it around her and helped her fasten the front and then kissed her gently. Helplessly, he watched her slowly walk to her car. He was a very somber young man as he dressed himself and locked up the building for the night. Belinda was unable to contemplate not telling Luke about what had happened. She had lied to him or hidden anything from him, though she was tempted not to say anything about this. Try as she might, she couldn’t justify hiding this. Her problem became one of how to explain it to him… she was terribly afraid that Luke would decide from her appearance that she had been raped. It was true that Preston’s attentions were unasked for and unwarranted…but when it had progressed to a certain point, she had become the aggressor. Remembering how she had used gutter language and begged Preston to fuck her in the ass, she became both ashamed and aroused. Luke was waiting for her as she entered the house, and he looked quizzically at the raincoat she wore. Composing herself as best she could, Belinda went to the kitchen and poured two stiff drinks from a bottle of whiskey that they kept for visitors. Before capping the bottle to put it back up, she took a deep swallow of the fiery liquid. Coughing and choking, she collected the two glasses and went back to sit beside her husband. He knew something serious was afoot, Belinda rarely took a drink, and then only at night on a special occasion. Belinda prepared him as well as she was able, telling him of Preston’s flirtations with the other girls in the office, and then about his flirtatious actions with her. She was very specific in pointing out that what had happened was as much her fault as it was Preston’s. She had no doubt that he would have stopped if she had told him to. Unable to look into Luke’s eyes, she calmly recited exactly what had happened between her and the handsome young man at work. When she was finished, she was afraid to look up for fear of Luke’s anger, or worse, his hurt. In fact, he was neither. A semi familiar slapping sound was coming from Luke’s direction and she glanced up briefly. When she did she got the second shock of her life. Luke had pulled out his cock and was masturbating…right out in the living room with the lights on! “Tell me again,” Luke rasped, “tell me every little detail about it, and don’t leave anything out!” The last was barked out as a command, an order to leave out no tiny detail. Luke was obviously excited, and his penis had swollen larger than she’d ever seen it. Helplessly, Belinda watched her husband masturbate openly for the first time. It came to her then that she had heard that sound before, when Luke was in the bathroom with the doors shut. In spite of her trepidation about talking over the incident, Luke’s open and obvious excitement over her story struck a responsive chord in her own rearranged psyche, and she started over, elaborating on Preston’s frottage (rubbing his cock in the crack of her ass while she was still dressed), and elaborating on how it made her feel. If Luke was so brazen as to show his excitement about his wife having sex with another man, she certainly wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t like it…as a matter of fact, she would give him details that would likely make him jealous or angry. A little bit of resentment made her decide to be particularly graphic as she described the huge size of Preston’s cock and how it had made her feel. Instead of making Luke jealous, he pressed her to describe the event in even greater detail. Luke’s face became redder and redder, his excitement obvious as she talked. Her resentment built as well, and she cast off the raincoat, allowing Luke to see her ass Preston had seen her. Luke groaned when he saw her torn blouse, and he made her lift her bra and pull down her panties, just as she had described in her story. After the third time through the full story, Belinda leaned towards her husband and whispered the dirtiest thing she could think of. “I wanted him to put it in my mouth, Luke, I wanted to taste him.” She’d had no such thought, and she’d never shown any inclination to try oral sex…it was something that good girls never talked about, though she’d overheard a couple of bad girls talk about it enough to decide that it was too disgusting to even think about. When she made up the final detail, Luke’s cock exploded, sending a larger load of cum spraying out the end of his cock than she had believed he would have inside him. It covered her face, her eyes and got in her hair. Instead of disgusting her, Belinda plunged her fingers inside her soaking pussy, threw back her head, and howled as she had when Preston had made her cum. Wallowing in her own perverse decadence, Belinda looked deep in her husband’s eyes and wiped a thick glob of his cum from her face. Her eyes still locked with Luke’s, she lifted the thick white gobbet to her tongue and licked it off deliberately. It was slightly salty, but really rather bland. Discovering that the taste was bearable, she bent her head to Luke’s still erect penis and licked at the cum covered head very tentatively, eventually becoming bold enough to frame the slit on top of the big head with her lips and suck at it. Within seconds, Luke was cumming again, though she managed to get her head out of the way first. Luke’s eyes were glazed with unfamiliar lust, and Belinda grabbed and stroked his penis as it grew again before her eyes. For the first time, Belinda threw off all her clothes in a room that wasn’t a bedroom or a bathroom, exposing her nude body to her husband’s eyes in full light, daring him to look at her. She crawled onto his lap and straddled his cock, taking him inside her pussy and feeling it sink into her…in the middle of their brightly lit living room. As she rode him brazenly, she heard him breathe into her ear, “I want to watch him fuck you baby, you’ve got to bring him home with you!” The lights seemed to go dim and she became dizzy as orgasm after orgasm racked her slender frame. Instead of being furious, her husband wanted her to do it again… in front of him! It was outrageous…and she was suddenly transported beyond the edge of desire and into something more dangerous and exciting than she had ever known.There was a considerable amount of precum on the head of his cock, and she rubbed the tip around to spread it. She tugged him into her, the thick glans making an audible “pop” when her ass closed around it. Her low moan started again, rising in pitch as she balanced the pain and the pleasure. Unable to restrain himself, Preston groaned and emptied his load inside the dry heat of her ass. Belinda screamed “No!” and refused to allow him to pull out of her. He was young, and he was still hard.Belinda pushed back, using his cum as a lubricant and forcing his hard cock deep inside her ass. The only way to describe what happened next would be to say that Belinda went ballistic. It was all Preston could do to hold onto the frantically orgasming woman. “Don’t stop you bastard!” she screamed. It was the dirtiest, most guttural thing she cold think of to say. Belinda’s mind had left her and she was possessed by a woman who wanted to be a dirty, slutty whore and she didn’t have the vocabulary t
Belinda’ s caught in her throat as Preston Jennings pressed his erection against the crack of her ass through the thin dress she wore. It was driving her wild even though the act it promised was a taboo so strong that she and her husband had never even discussed it. Right this moment, bent over the copy machine in the copy room of her office, she wanted nothing more than she wanted to strip naked for this handsome young turk and have him thrust that hard erection of his deep into her ass. Belinda Harrison had never dreamed of cheating on her husband. Her sex life was quite satisfactory, thank you.Once a week she lifted her nightgown and allowed her loving husband to stick his erection inside her and thrust away until he flooded her with his seed. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling inside to feel Luke collapse on her small breasts, spent. She loved to hold him in her arms, knowing she had conquered the beast inside of him once more. The feelings generated by Preston’s attentions
Blowjobs were not something new to her, though until now they had been hurried, furtive acts in the front seats of cars and once against a willow tree at a barbecue. Always before she had sensed the eruption coming and taken her mouth off, watching the gluey stuff shoot out the tip. Almost all the guys she had blown had either begged her to let them cum in her mouth or had tried to hold her head in place, but she had refused because it seemed kind of gross to her. What was happening now wasn’t gross at all.Her daddy loved her, and his penis was swelling and shooting his essence inside her mouth, the thick cream coating the inside of her throat with its hot sticky wetness. The taste was mostly bland, with a hint of the taste of honeyed almonds. Surprisingly, Gillian felt an amazing upwelling of deep emotion at Hugh’s reaction to her willing acceptance of his cum in her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around his shaft she smiled and swallowed enthusiastically. “Oh my god,” Hugh said, h
The first time she came to him in the night, shivering in the thin cheap rayon nightie that he could see clear through, they both knew it was wrong. The wispy panties had been so insubstantial that he could barely tell she had any on. Their kisses had been timid at first, exploratory. Her lips against his were soft and slippery, as if she had never kissed before, but she was a natural. The first time he traced the contours of her body, outside the nightie, she quivered with suppressed excitement and the need to be silent, but the way her head burrowed into his neck and the enthusiasm with which she parted her thin legs told him she wanted to feel his hands on her.Her tentative first investigation of his cock through his pajama pants was nevertheless thorough and the silence surrounding them was punctuated by the sharp intake of her breath when she felt it move beneath her touch. She liked to turn the lamp on so that he could see her. Though she was covered by the nightie, she knew ve
Lyle sensed the change, and he held on for dear life as Nita devoured his cock. He reached for her hips and tried to swing them over his head so that he could lick her sweet pussy as she was pleasuring him. “No…first… first!” she panted, taking her mouth off him for the precious seconds it took to utter the words before she plunged him back into the depths of her throat. She was fucking him with her throat now, there was no other way to describe what was happening. Lyle lay back on the bed, his hands touching her precious breasts and stroking the flat surface of her belly. Nita was kneading his balls, squeezing them softly and marveling at their fullness in her hands. For whatever the reason, it had become the focus of her life to give this man as much pleasure as she was capable of, and she was determined to let him know in every way that she could. She took her mouth off him, fighting with herself to keep it off long enough to utter the words she needed to say. Without taking her ey
Nita kept it shaved smooth so that she didn’t look tacky in her bikini. She shivered at the thought that the door was open and he might see her. It was frightening to think he might catch her naked, and it was exciting too. The wetness between her legs wasn’t all from the shower. Nita was a little nervous getting out of the shower, but she took a deep breath and stepped out. Lyle wasn’t there, and she breathed a sigh, half in relief, and half in disappointment. She dried off with a towel and peeked down the hallway to see if Lyle had come up. The disappointment was deeper this time. Disheartened, Nita wrapped the towel around herself and walked to her bedroom. She dropped the towel at the foot of her bed and reached for the tired old gown. “Nita?” Lyle called out and immediately covered his eyes. “Jesus, I’m sorry Nita,” he said, backing out of her bedroom. “Daddy,” she called out, chasing him into the hallway. “Daddy, come back-“ “ Nita, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t dressed,
Bedtime was the best part of the day for eighteen year old Nita Bainbridge. She loved to go upstairs for her nightly shower, then shower and slip on the old and paper thin flannel nightgown that she had put on every night since she had turned fifteen. It had been a birthday present from her stepfather, Lyle Hannover. Nita had spotted the nightgown during a shopping trip and her mother, Althea Hannover, had turned up her nose at the garment and insisted on a frilly, girly teddy that Nita had not been comfortable with. Lyle had noticed how much she liked the nightgown and bought it for her later. In the last six months Nita had started wearing the flannel gown with nothing underneath it, the soft fabric felt good against her skin, and especially on her nipples. There were places in the fabric that were so thin that she could see right through it-and that was the biggest reason that she wore it so often now. Her crush on Lyle had begun to develop years before, but in recent months she ha
Neither of us gave into the more rational side of our brains and stopped what's about to happen. I licked my index finger and my middle finger, then ran them over my pink nipples, becoming more and more excited as my daddy watched. I could see the bulge of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, and a gasped with delight when he undid his zipper and took out his huge, hard dick. "Fuck, I want you so bad right now” my stepdad whispered, causing me to go weak all over. I smiled at him, and bit my lip as I rubbed one hand against my chest and then slid my other down to my dripping, wet pussy. I took my panties to one side and slipped finger inside myself, groaning and gasping as my daddy looked on in delight. He began massaging his cock, grunting with satisfaction as I continued to finger-fuck myself in front of him. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but just didn't care. Something inside of me had broken that night, and I no longer felt like his stepdaughter. All I felt l
The woman who picked me up wasn’t very chatty. I was kind of glad – as I’d never gotten into the car with a stranger before, and I was unsure what to say. I didn’t want to make polite conversation, and clearly she didn’t either – so we just drove in silence for the next three hours. I asked her to drop me off on the outskirts of the small village where the nearest hostel was, and she obliged. My eyes began to droop again as the dark countryside zoomed past, and the rhythmic humming of the engine had a strangely hypnotic affect on me. My head flopped forwards onto my rucksack even lower, and before I knew it I was snoring. Suddenly, I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the woman peering at me with a kind expression on her face. “We’re here” she said, gesturing to the building we were parked in front of “I figured I’d just take a detour and drop you off at the hostel. It’s very late, and I wouldn’t feel right having you walk through the village on your own.” H