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Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Tammy
was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They
were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents
were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an
assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed
and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she
in hers, alone.
They
had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the
couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing
her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out
as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the
shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from
screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.
She
flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him,
trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her
legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including
needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work
and it was taking its toll on her.An Open Door.
Three
or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to
bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack.
Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and
get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.
After
toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the
one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in
the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping
out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.
That
night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the
memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his
bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there,
peering in.
Her
breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light
from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by
the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving.
Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was
wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his
position.
Even
though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it,
his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at
his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow
and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply.
But what was that?
Now
it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his
bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something
up next to his pillow; a little towel.
Her
fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked,
and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel
of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum
thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a
girlfriend or even that he liked anyone.
Her
mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself
get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that
thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the
towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it
on her fingers.
She
shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just
like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she
kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at
his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his
lovely flaccid cock.
He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut.
Tammy
stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself,
but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more
vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming
her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for
sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let
alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for
sure.
Her
mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The
consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had
jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing
him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe?
By
the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside
on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like
two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight,
bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet
with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like
before.
Josh
let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her
reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast
she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and
still breathing like he was asleep.
When
her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it
was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch
even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock
calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it
knew she wanted to.
She
pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her
fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but
that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that
whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum.
Tammy
already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; she
couldn't resist and didn't want to, damn the consequences.
Shifting
to a crouch on her feet she inched her face closer, stuck her tongue
out, just like last time. Tammy liked teasing a cock with her tongue,
first. As lightly as possible, she licked his soft spongy head, just one
light flick, but it was all she needed. She could taste his salt, and
because it was semi dry cum, the stickiness of it, and it pushed her
over the edge. Yeah she knew before she did it this time, that there
would be no turning back, but she needed these little steps of
progression, to get herself there.
Tammy's
tongue flicked out again, her body leaning against the bed, straining,
her thighs and calves burning as she kept flicking her tongue out,
touching and tasting Josh's thick head. She could tell his body was
reacting; his flaccid shaft started growing and twitching, straightening
out; it happened quickly too, after pulling back her tongue, then
shifting forward for another taste, his cock sprung to life and as she
was sticking her tongue out thru her lips his swelling head hit her soft
lips, pushing, then resting against them.
Tammy
parted her lips; even if Josh didn't want her, his cock definitely
wanted in her mouth, and she gently took his head between her lips and
sucked it, licking his head softly getting the full flavor of the dried
cum on his tip.
Just
as she was about to release him, as her head slowly retracted to pull
off; his hips slightly pressed forward, his hand went to his cock near
the base and grabbed himself. Tammy felt panic, looked up, but his eyes
were still closed, his face showed strain, and she wondered if he was
dreaming, wondering if, in his mind, was he having a wet dream?
With
the forward push of his hips she took him again, just his head,
relishing his taste and growing hardness. Tammy’s' growing excitement
got the better of her and she grew more aggressive although she did her
best to contain it but her tongue moved faster around his head and she
struggled not to grab his shaft, but she wouldn't have to worry very
long.
With
her growing excitement she closed her eyes, and reveled in having him
in her mouth again. With each passing second she behaved more and more
aggressive, and it wasn't long before Josh's hips moved into her,
pushing himself further into her eager mouth.
Now
she lost all focus on the situation, and was just lost in the fact she
had Josh's cock in her mouth. She was forgetting he had been sleeping,
and that he had no clue that Tammy was blowing him, like before.
He
had given no obvious sign that he wanted this from her, or even wanted
her. No, she just took his cock in her mouth thinking he didn't even
know.
The ramifications of this was no longer being considered by her.
Coherent and consenting.Lost
in the moment with his cock in her mouth, she didn't even notice his
hand that had taken his cock around the base was moving, sliding his
loose skin over his rigid shaft until he hit her chin with it. This
brought on another wave of panic and hesitation. Shock, fear, and
surprise was overtaking her, and leaving her slack jawed, spit on her
lips and chin as she slipped off his cock. Before she could even look up
at his face, he grabbed her head and pulled her back to his waiting
shaft, glistening with her spit. He was pressing this glorious phallus
against her lips and pushing it back into her mouth.
Tammy
took it, inhaling his hard cock with hunger and lust. She pulled his
hand off and swallowed him to his base, his hand tightened on her head
holding her still and from his side position, he began to piston into
her mouth.
Tammy
moaned and Josh groaned as he fucked her mouth, shoving over and over
again, his 8 inches into her mouth. She worked her throat, swallowing
every time his head hit. This time her throat strained more-so because
his cock was less flexible to the slight bend of her esophagus when it
required a sideways flex. A less aroused state would be easy for the
experienced woman. This was a higher degree of difficulty.
But,
because she wanted him to cum for her; knowing he was awake, knowing he
knew it was her, knowing he wanted her; all these realities brought
Tammy to an absolute frenzy. But this position wasn't easy and her
thighs were burning and her neck was hurting, the strain of leaning over
the bed into him was too much and she pulled off.
There
was a brief moment when they looked each other in the eyes. Josh rolled
on his back. Her barely covered tits heaving, his glistening cock
quivering. Silently she climbed on the bed, kneeling between his spread
legs. Tammy took his wet cock in her hand and stroked him before looking
at him again. She was ready to slide back down and continue sucking him
with higher skill, comfort, and arousal; but he stopped her; to her
surprise. A little fear took hold. She was still afraid he would stop
this from happening.
But
he didn't. His hands grabbed her tits over her thin pink nightie and
squeezed, rubbed, and pushed them together, pinching her nipples. She
steadied one hand on the bedding, next to his chest, where she knelt
over him on her knees still stroking him with her other hand.
Josh took her arms and pulled her up towards him. She released his cock and used both arms to center herself above him.
He
took her face in his hands and kissed her. His hands slid down her
sides while she continued to let her tongue probe his open mouth. In one
smooth motion his arms came up bringing her chemise with it. The silky
fabric covered his eyes as it cleared her head. He left it swaddled
there while his hands returned to playing with her tits.
Breaking
the kiss she sat up straight and set one knee down on each side of his
slender torso. He then brought her face back to his and kissed her
again, only this time he slipped a hand between their narrowly separated
pelvises, taking his cock in hand and rubbed it against her slit.
Moans
and groans mingled and mixed, like sweat and breaths. Tammy was over
him, one hand on his sculpted chest, holding herself up, she looked him
in his eyes. His dark eyes were passionately looking into hers, as he
gently rubbed his tip against her wetness. Lust was in both their eyes
before she couldn't take anymore and lowered herself on him, encasing
him inside her.
Overcome
with her desire, a lust that has burned for so long; a high pitched
whine and squeal escaped her lips. Josh gasped, long and low, as Tammy
took him inside her. She lowered herself more, taking more and more,
wanting all of it, wanting him to fill and stuff her completely.
Finally, finally she had him, all his 8 inches inside her; and her
fluids released. She came the first time that night, without a single
stroke from him.
Josh
let her orgasm wash over her, holding himself still with great
restraint while her nails dug into his shoulders and her thighs
tightened around him. Breathing hard she leaned into him kissing him
again, tongue finding tongue and when she leaned forward Josh bent his
knees, grabbed her ass, and stroked into her. Slow, sure, and steady he
pulled out, pushed in, driving into her over and over. First a teasing
stroke, just his head, making her squeal, then suddenly deep and hard,
making her scream, letting out years of lust with every shout.
He
fucked into her hard then, pounding into her from beneath, then
stopping, slow long strokes, short strokes, but never stopping. Tammy's
fluids pouring out of her, he felt her wet on his own thighs and legs,
his cock so hard it hurt and he both wanted to release, and to wait.
He
stopped, wanting it to last longer and to give her a moment to recover
from the nonstop fucking he was giving her. She sat up on him, his hands
sliding to her perfect hips, hers resting on his bare chest. Both were
breathing hard and he was mesmerized by her heaving tits, barely
covered, and her hard nipples poking thru, practically visible thru the
thin pink fabric.
They
smiled at each other as his hands explored her hips, thighs, waist, his
eyes drinking in what he could see in the dim light. Tammy leaned over
him bracing herself by her hands on his chest and did some teasing of
her own. The brief break letting her control herself finally, and
slowly, very slowly, rocked her hips back and forth. Josh's head rolled
back and his fingers dug into her hips, he groaned, looked up and
watched her work his cock inside her with her hips.
He
grabbed her, sitting up and putting his arms around her, holding her
tight. He kissed her again, hands on her back, in her hair, Tammy trying
to focus on kissing him and keeping her hips moving on him, she didn't
want to stop feeling his cock moving in her, whether pushing in or back
and forth, so long as it was moving, making her moan in his mouth.
He
leaned back, laying down again and sensing how she wanted it, took her
hips and stopped her, and pushed back into her again, slow and deep,
controlling his own urges to fuck her hard and fast, he stayed slow,
which was harder for him, he felt her more, and felt it coming, and
stopped again.
Sitting
up, he embraced her again, pressing himself tight to her body, Tammy
doing the same. Their Looking at her, his eyes told her what he was
going to do. With one swift move he held her tight and flipped himself
on top of her, never pulling out.
Tammy
loved the move and kept holding him tight, her legs spread beneath him,
his weight heavy on her, his face buried in her neck, kissing, licking
her salty sweat covered skin. He moved slow inside her, pushing gently,
she felt every inch as he pulled all the way out then entered her again,
over and over, rhythmically slow.
The
heat was over powering and they both were covered in sweat and
breathing hard when Josh sat up on his knees, holding her thighs, his
pale fingers running over her smooth dark skin. Holding still inside her
again he let his eyes hearts were racing. The room was getting hot,
their bodies hotter still. He let his hands explore her gorgeous body
again, running them up her waist and stomach. Tammy watched him as he
stared at her tits, his hands massaging them, pushing them together. Her
eyes locked on his, but her hands over his, helping him explore her
body.
He
leaned in, kissing her, licking her lips, sucking on her lower lip, to
her chin, neck, chest. He took one, then the other, in his mouth biting
and sucking on her dark hardened nipples, over and over. Her hands were
on his back, her face in his shoulder, kissing and biting his pale skin
on top of her.
He
began moving again, faster this time, hard deep strokes, holding for a
moment before pulling back, pushing in, faster and harder every time.
His hands no longer on her but holding himself up to either side of her;
faster, harder, harder still. Tammy laid beneath him, gripping his
arms, hands on his waist, nails digging into his skin, back and forth,
both breathing hard, his sweat pressing on her, her hips rising to meet
his thrusts into her, the bed shaking beneath them, him groaning and
grunting, her screaming and squealing, faster and faster, harder and
deeper into her. His eyes were watching her soft firm tits bounce and
shake, staring, wanting to grab them but fucking her too hard and too
fast, it was coming, the moment was coming.
Josh
lowered his torso on hers, his chest pressing against her. Tammy
guessed what was about to happen and wrapped her legs tight, oh so
tight, around him; pulling him into her deeper, squeezing him between
her athletic thighs, her arms wrapped around him pulling his body
tighter to her own. His face was buried in her neck, her head thrown
back arching toward the headboard. He drove deep, paused, pulled back,
thrust into her again. The anticipation was killing her, driving her
crazy.
She had waited so long for this moment.
Even though she didn't know it, so had he.
He
yelled out a scream into her neck and the pillow beneath her, grunting.
His thrusts were hard, slamming into her and she felt his swollen cock
explode inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, spreading inside
her. She felt his swelling as he ejaculated inside her.
Deeper,
every slamming thrust felt like he was pushing his cum deeper inside
her. Tammy screamed in pleasure. Josh's celebrated eruption, deep in
her womb, now released all her pent up wanting, desire, and lust, and
she screamed, then dug her nails deeper into his back, her legs
tightened more, flexed, pulling him and trapping him inside her, all his
8 inches buried in her, making her cum hard, as his cock continued
spewing his warm payload inside.
Josh
stopped thrusting, pushing into her, but she felt his cock quivering
and twitching in her wet warm pink; as her own cumming continued to wash
over her, thru her, her body quaking, her toes curled. Her back arched
more, her hips pressed up against him, tight. She threw her arms around
him and pressed him tightly, he encircled her with his own, hugging her
tight as she came again, and again, over his shaft.
His
own pleasure so great, he could barely stand it. Every move of her body
made him groan. He was so sensitive inside her, but he wouldn't pull
out, preferring to stay in her soft, warm, wet, eager, hungry cunt.
Breathing
hard and fast, covered in sweat they lay there, he on top of her,
kissing her shoulder. Tammy was just trying to breathe. She released her
legs which she just now realized ached. Her arms slipped from around
him and he pulled his from around her, but he didn't move, he remained
there where he was. She could feel him softening inside her and his cum
began oozing out. Of course she now noticed the huge wet spot beneath
her, but she didn't try to get out from under him but lay there letting
her fingers play on his skin.
Years
of pent up emotion, lust, desire, want; all of it. All the things she
had wanted to say to him, all the make believe conversations she had
imagined in her mind, imagining this moment. What she planned on saying
if she ever had the chance to really fuck him like she wanted, all of
that came out in one unexpected word.
"Finally..." she sighed.
"Ha-ha! I know, right? I wondered if you really regretting everything?" Josh said as he cupped and squeezed her tit.
“Regretted?” She gave him a puzzled look.
The time you practiced your oral technique, assuming I was passed out drunk, or not.”
They
both laughed as his fingers played over her skin, Josh staying on top
of her and in her, but leaning to the side looking at her body again. He
twitched inside her and Tammy knew, she rocked her hips into him taking
his half hard shaft a little deeper.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts, for Literotica.
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Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Tammy
was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They
were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents
were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an
assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed
and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she
in hers, alone.
They
had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the
couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing
her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out
as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the
shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from
screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.
She
flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him,
trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her
legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including
needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work
and it was taking its toll on her.An Open Door.
Three
or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to
bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack.
Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and
get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.
After
toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the
one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in
the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping
out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.
That
night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the
memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his
bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there,
peering in.
Her
breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light
from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by
the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving.
Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was
wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his
position.
Even
though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it,
his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at
his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow
and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply.
But what was that?
Now
it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his
bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something
up next to his pillow; a little towel.
Her
fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked,
and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel
of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum
thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a
girlfriend or even that he liked anyone.
Her
mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself
get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that
thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the
towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it
on her fingers.
She
shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just
like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she
kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at
his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his
lovely flaccid cock.
He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut.
Tammy
stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself,
but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more
vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming
her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for
sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let
alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for
sure.
Her
mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The
consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had
jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing
him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe?
By
the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside
on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like
two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight,
bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet
with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like
before.
Josh
let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her
reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast
she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and
still breathing like he was asleep.
When
her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it
was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch
even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock
calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it
knew she wanted to.
She
pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her
fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but
that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that
whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum.
Tammy
already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; she
couldn't resist and didn't want to, damn the consequences.
Shifting
to a crouch on her feet she inched her face closer, stuck her tongue
out, just like last time. Tammy liked teasing a cock with her tongue,
first. As lightly as possible, she licked his soft spongy head, just one
light flick, but it was all she needed. She could taste his salt, and
because it was semi dry cum, the stickiness of it, and it pushed her
over the edge. Yeah she knew before she did it this time, that there
would be no turning back, but she needed these little steps of
progression, to get herself there.
Tammy's
tongue flicked out again, her body leaning against the bed, straining,
her thighs and calves burning as she kept flicking her tongue out,
touching and tasting Josh's thick head. She could tell his body was
reacting; his flaccid shaft started growing and twitching, straightening
out; it happened quickly too, after pulling back her tongue, then
shifting forward for another taste, his cock sprung to life and as she
was sticking her tongue out thru her lips his swelling head hit her soft
lips, pushing, then resting against them.
Tammy
parted her lips; even if Josh didn't want her, his cock definitely
wanted in her mouth, and she gently took his head between her lips and
sucked it, licking his head softly getting the full flavor of the dried
cum on his tip.
Just
as she was about to release him, as her head slowly retracted to pull
off; his hips slightly pressed forward, his hand went to his cock near
the base and grabbed himself. Tammy felt panic, looked up, but his eyes
were still closed, his face showed strain, and she wondered if he was
dreaming, wondering if, in his mind, was he having a wet dream?
With
the forward push of his hips she took him again, just his head,
relishing his taste and growing hardness. Tammy’s' growing excitement
got the better of her and she grew more aggressive although she did her
best to contain it but her tongue moved faster around his head and she
struggled not to grab his shaft, but she wouldn't have to worry very
long.
With
her growing excitement she closed her eyes, and reveled in having him
in her mouth again. With each passing second she behaved more and more
aggressive, and it wasn't long before Josh's hips moved into her,
pushing himself further into her eager mouth.
Now
she lost all focus on the situation, and was just lost in the fact she
had Josh's cock in her mouth. She was forgetting he had been sleeping,
and that he had no clue that Tammy was blowing him, like before.
He
had given no obvious sign that he wanted this from her, or even wanted
her. No, she just took his cock in her mouth thinking he didn't even
know.
The ramifications of this was no longer being considered by her.
Coherent and consenting.Lost
in the moment with his cock in her mouth, she didn't even notice his
hand that had taken his cock around the base was moving, sliding his
loose skin over his rigid shaft until he hit her chin with it. This
brought on another wave of panic and hesitation. Shock, fear, and
surprise was overtaking her, and leaving her slack jawed, spit on her
lips and chin as she slipped off his cock. Before she could even look up
at his face, he grabbed her head and pulled her back to his waiting
shaft, glistening with her spit. He was pressing this glorious phallus
against her lips and pushing it back into her mouth.
Tammy
took it, inhaling his hard cock with hunger and lust. She pulled his
hand off and swallowed him to his base, his hand tightened on her head
holding her still and from his side position, he began to piston into
her mouth.
Tammy
moaned and Josh groaned as he fucked her mouth, shoving over and over
again, his 8 inches into her mouth. She worked her throat, swallowing
every time his head hit. This time her throat strained more-so because
his cock was less flexible to the slight bend of her esophagus when it
required a sideways flex. A less aroused state would be easy for the
experienced woman. This was a higher degree of difficulty.
But,
because she wanted him to cum for her; knowing he was awake, knowing he
knew it was her, knowing he wanted her; all these realities brought
Tammy to an absolute frenzy. But this position wasn't easy and her
thighs were burning and her neck was hurting, the strain of leaning over
the bed into him was too much and she pulled off.
There
was a brief moment when they looked each other in the eyes. Josh rolled
on his back. Her barely covered tits heaving, his glistening cock
quivering. Silently she climbed on the bed, kneeling between his spread
legs. Tammy took his wet cock in her hand and stroked him before looking
at him again. She was ready to slide back down and continue sucking him
with higher skill, comfort, and arousal; but he stopped her; to her
surprise. A little fear took hold. She was still afraid he would stop
this from happening.
But
he didn't. His hands grabbed her tits over her thin pink nightie and
squeezed, rubbed, and pushed them together, pinching her nipples. She
steadied one hand on the bedding, next to his chest, where she knelt
over him on her knees still stroking him with her other hand.
Josh took her arms and pulled her up towards him. She released his cock and used both arms to center herself above him.
He
took her face in his hands and kissed her. His hands slid down her
sides while she continued to let her tongue probe his open mouth. In one
smooth motion his arms came up bringing her chemise with it. The silky
fabric covered his eyes as it cleared her head. He left it swaddled
there while his hands returned to playing with her tits.
Breaking
the kiss she sat up straight and set one knee down on each side of his
slender torso. He then brought her face back to his and kissed her
again, only this time he slipped a hand between their narrowly separated
pelvises, taking his cock in hand and rubbed it against her slit.
Moans
and groans mingled and mixed, like sweat and breaths. Tammy was over
him, one hand on his sculpted chest, holding herself up, she looked him
in his eyes. His dark eyes were passionately looking into hers, as he
gently rubbed his tip against her wetness. Lust was in both their eyes
before she couldn't take anymore and lowered herself on him, encasing
him inside her.
Overcome
with her desire, a lust that has burned for so long; a high pitched
whine and squeal escaped her lips. Josh gasped, long and low, as Tammy
took him inside her. She lowered herself more, taking more and more,
wanting all of it, wanting him to fill and stuff her completely.
Finally, finally she had him, all his 8 inches inside her; and her
fluids released. She came the first time that night, without a single
stroke from him.
Josh
let her orgasm wash over her, holding himself still with great
restraint while her nails dug into his shoulders and her thighs
tightened around him. Breathing hard she leaned into him kissing him
again, tongue finding tongue and when she leaned forward Josh bent his
knees, grabbed her ass, and stroked into her. Slow, sure, and steady he
pulled out, pushed in, driving into her over and over. First a teasing
stroke, just his head, making her squeal, then suddenly deep and hard,
making her scream, letting out years of lust with every shout.
He
fucked into her hard then, pounding into her from beneath, then
stopping, slow long strokes, short strokes, but never stopping. Tammy's
fluids pouring out of her, he felt her wet on his own thighs and legs,
his cock so hard it hurt and he both wanted to release, and to wait.
He
stopped, wanting it to last longer and to give her a moment to recover
from the nonstop fucking he was giving her. She sat up on him, his hands
sliding to her perfect hips, hers resting on his bare chest. Both were
breathing hard and he was mesmerized by her heaving tits, barely
covered, and her hard nipples poking thru, practically visible thru the
thin pink fabric.
They
smiled at each other as his hands explored her hips, thighs, waist, his
eyes drinking in what he could see in the dim light. Tammy leaned over
him bracing herself by her hands on his chest and did some teasing of
her own. The brief break letting her control herself finally, and
slowly, very slowly, rocked her hips back and forth. Josh's head rolled
back and his fingers dug into her hips, he groaned, looked up and
watched her work his cock inside her with her hips.
He
grabbed her, sitting up and putting his arms around her, holding her
tight. He kissed her again, hands on her back, in her hair, Tammy trying
to focus on kissing him and keeping her hips moving on him, she didn't
want to stop feeling his cock moving in her, whether pushing in or back
and forth, so long as it was moving, making her moan in his mouth.
He
leaned back, laying down again and sensing how she wanted it, took her
hips and stopped her, and pushed back into her again, slow and deep,
controlling his own urges to fuck her hard and fast, he stayed slow,
which was harder for him, he felt her more, and felt it coming, and
stopped again.
Sitting
up, he embraced her again, pressing himself tight to her body, Tammy
doing the same. Their Looking at her, his eyes told her what he was
going to do. With one swift move he held her tight and flipped himself
on top of her, never pulling out.
Tammy
loved the move and kept holding him tight, her legs spread beneath him,
his weight heavy on her, his face buried in her neck, kissing, licking
her salty sweat covered skin. He moved slow inside her, pushing gently,
she felt every inch as he pulled all the way out then entered her again,
over and over, rhythmically slow.
The
heat was over powering and they both were covered in sweat and
breathing hard when Josh sat up on his knees, holding her thighs, his
pale fingers running over her smooth dark skin. Holding still inside her
again he let his eyes hearts were racing. The room was getting hot,
their bodies hotter still. He let his hands explore her gorgeous body
again, running them up her waist and stomach. Tammy watched him as he
stared at her tits, his hands massaging them, pushing them together. Her
eyes locked on his, but her hands over his, helping him explore her
body.
He
leaned in, kissing her, licking her lips, sucking on her lower lip, to
her chin, neck, chest. He took one, then the other, in his mouth biting
and sucking on her dark hardened nipples, over and over. Her hands were
on his back, her face in his shoulder, kissing and biting his pale skin
on top of her.
He
began moving again, faster this time, hard deep strokes, holding for a
moment before pulling back, pushing in, faster and harder every time.
His hands no longer on her but holding himself up to either side of her;
faster, harder, harder still. Tammy laid beneath him, gripping his
arms, hands on his waist, nails digging into his skin, back and forth,
both breathing hard, his sweat pressing on her, her hips rising to meet
his thrusts into her, the bed shaking beneath them, him groaning and
grunting, her screaming and squealing, faster and faster, harder and
deeper into her. His eyes were watching her soft firm tits bounce and
shake, staring, wanting to grab them but fucking her too hard and too
fast, it was coming, the moment was coming.
Josh
lowered his torso on hers, his chest pressing against her. Tammy
guessed what was about to happen and wrapped her legs tight, oh so
tight, around him; pulling him into her deeper, squeezing him between
her athletic thighs, her arms wrapped around him pulling his body
tighter to her own. His face was buried in her neck, her head thrown
back arching toward the headboard. He drove deep, paused, pulled back,
thrust into her again. The anticipation was killing her, driving her
crazy.
She had waited so long for this moment.
Even though she didn't know it, so had he.
He
yelled out a scream into her neck and the pillow beneath her, grunting.
His thrusts were hard, slamming into her and she felt his swollen cock
explode inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, spreading inside
her. She felt his swelling as he ejaculated inside her.
Deeper,
every slamming thrust felt like he was pushing his cum deeper inside
her. Tammy screamed in pleasure. Josh's celebrated eruption, deep in
her womb, now released all her pent up wanting, desire, and lust, and
she screamed, then dug her nails deeper into his back, her legs
tightened more, flexed, pulling him and trapping him inside her, all his
8 inches buried in her, making her cum hard, as his cock continued
spewing his warm payload inside.
Josh
stopped thrusting, pushing into her, but she felt his cock quivering
and twitching in her wet warm pink; as her own cumming continued to wash
over her, thru her, her body quaking, her toes curled. Her back arched
more, her hips pressed up against him, tight. She threw her arms around
him and pressed him tightly, he encircled her with his own, hugging her
tight as she came again, and again, over his shaft.
His
own pleasure so great, he could barely stand it. Every move of her body
made him groan. He was so sensitive inside her, but he wouldn't pull
out, preferring to stay in her soft, warm, wet, eager, hungry cunt.
Breathing
hard and fast, covered in sweat they lay there, he on top of her,
kissing her shoulder. Tammy was just trying to breathe. She released her
legs which she just now realized ached. Her arms slipped from around
him and he pulled his from around her, but he didn't move, he remained
there where he was. She could feel him softening inside her and his cum
began oozing out. Of course she now noticed the huge wet spot beneath
her, but she didn't try to get out from under him but lay there letting
her fingers play on his skin.
Years
of pent up emotion, lust, desire, want; all of it. All the things she
had wanted to say to him, all the make believe conversations she had
imagined in her mind, imagining this moment. What she planned on saying
if she ever had the chance to really fuck him like she wanted, all of
that came out in one unexpected word.
"Finally..." she sighed.
"Ha-ha! I know, right? I wondered if you really regretting everything?" Josh said as he cupped and squeezed her tit.
“Regretted?” She gave him a puzzled look.
The time you practiced your oral technique, assuming I was passed out drunk, or not.”
They
both laughed as his fingers played over her skin, Josh staying on top
of her and in her, but leaning to the side looking at her body again. He
twitched inside her and Tammy knew, she rocked her hips into him taking
his half hard shaft a little deeper.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts, for Literotica.